We walk down the long, silent corridor, your expensive shoes padding ahead and my bare feet following two steps behind, at the end of the silver chain. I keep my eyes down, following your tread, terrified that someone will emerge from one of the doors that line the corridor and see me. I imagine eyes behind the peepholes in the doors, staring at me, raking up and down my naked body, sneering or laughing at me as I meekly follow my master into whatever perversions he has in store.
We arrive at a door. You click your keycard against the pad and the light goes green. We walk into a beautiful suite, overlooking the city. Lights sparkle in the darkness beyond the window. An enormous bed sits on one side of the room, plush with expensive linen. There are couches and comfortable chairs, fresh flowers in a vase, a fruit bowl laden with fresh produce. I take in the luxury with wide eyes, but snap my gaze to your face as you turn to me.
"You have a long night ahead of you Scarlett. I am going to uncuff you for a moment so you can use the bathroom. Take a shower. Make sure you are clean and ready for me. Clean your juices off yourself but don't you dare rub that hungry cunt. It's mine now. Do you understand?"
I nod meekly.
"Do. You. Understand?" you repeat, stepping towards me, one hand raised.
"Y-yes, Sir," I gasp. The hand stays raised for a moment, then sinks back to your side.
"You will learn, Scarlett," you say, almost to yourself. "You will learn." Then you reach around and uncuff me, guiding me to the bathroom.
It is every bit as luxurious as the rest of the suite. I quickly use the toilet, then get into the shower. I wash the urine off my body, the slick pussy juices off my thighs. I dry myself, then clean my teeth thoroughly: maybe you will kiss me? I want to taste fresh for you. There is body lotion and some makeup products laid out, and I take the hint, rubbing the deliciously scented lotion into my skin before applying mascara and eyeliner. I inspect myself in the mirror. The rigorous diet and exercise routine you have set for me has paid off; I am lean and toned, my muscles defined and shapely. All body hair has been removed. I can feel my heart beating with expectation and sexual tension. I am longing to be fucked, to be used for your pleasure, to feel you inside me, pushing into my very core. Every moment for months has been leading up to this. The need is all-consuming. I take a deep breath, and step back into the room.
It's as well I've taken that breath, because my ability to respire is suspended when I cross the threshold. The room is lit with candles, and you are standing in front of the bed. You are completely naked, your hand slowly moving up and down your erection. The candlelight glistens on your tanned skin, and your cock is absolutely magnificent, standing out proudly from your body. My mouth drops open, and I feel saliva spring from beneath my tongue; this moistening is mirrored between my legs as I imagine your magnificent member pushing into the folds of my flesh, parting my pussy lips and impaling me...
"Kneel," you command, pointing to where you have laid out a folded towel. I scurry forward and sink to my knees, my eyes never leaving your magnificent manhood. "Good girl," you say. I tear my eyes away and upwards, looking at your face for a hint of what might happen next. "Now Scarlett, you do not move from your position until instructed. Do you hear me? Remain kneeling. Do you understand?" I nod, silently. You respond with your own nod of acknowledgement. "Good. Hands behind your back."
I obey, and you slip the cuffs back into place, securing my hands at the base of my spine. I then feel you slip a blindfold over my eyes, tightening it in place, so I cannot see anything around me. I listen intently, sensing the room around me, feeling you moving, circling me to my left. Then I feel your hand on top of my head, tilting it back. Instinctively, I open my mouth, sticking my tongue out just beyond my lower lip, making a smooth entryway, and I get my reward. I feel the head of your cock rest gently on my tongue and slip into my mouth, and I groan in pleasure. Oh, at last! What I've been longing for!
I bob my head back and forth, flickering my tongue along your length, puckering my lips up and down the shaft, trying my hardest to give you the best blowjob you've ever had. I'm gratified to hear your exhalation as you sink deep into my mouth, probing the back of my throat; it's all the encouragement I need. Your cock is thick, thicker than the dildo I've been practising on, and I have to stretch my mouth around it, but I think I can manage. I pull back, feeling your hand resisting me slightly, and take a breath, then go for it. I push until I feel your cock against the back of my throat and make a swallowing motion, clenching my thumbs in my fists to help overpower my gag reflex, and I feel your hardness push past the resistance and into my throat. You gasp...you actually gasp in pleasure! A sound I have longed to hear! as I feel your entire length disappear, and my lips nestle against your body. I push my tongue out and try to reach your balls, but the thickness of your cock is more than I'm used to and I gag, my throat constricting around your length. I try to pull back, but your hand is in my hair, pulling me onto your cock, holding me down. I gag again, my whole body convulsing this time, my arms tugging against the handcuffs as I struggle for air, tears springing through my closed eyelids into the blindfold. You release me a little and I gasp a breath down, but then you shove back in, and begin to facefuck me, hard. I am completely powerless to resist, a slave to your pleasure, as you take handfuls of my hair and ram my throat with your cock, again, again, again. I feel strings of drool run down my chin, splattering onto my chest, but all I can focus on is keeping my throat open, trying not to resist, as it will only make it worse, and breathing whenever I can.
