You walk into the hotel room and see my bags already there. You see a note lying on the dresser, on top of a napkin. You take the note and begin reading it.
Hello my beloved slut. You are to remove all of your clothes and place them neatly on my bags. You are then to remove the blanket and top sheet from the bed and shower. Once out of the shower, you will text me, and then put on what is under this napkin. You will not touch yourself other than to clean. You are not to look at what is underneath this napkin until you have sent the text.
You do as you are told, removing your shirt, pants, and socks, having worn neither bra nor panties. You smile as you notice the rather noticeable damp spot on your pants, but fold them up neatly and put them on my bags. You then strip the bed down so all that is left are 3 pillows and a sheet, which makes the supersized king bed look even bigger. Once the bedding lies next to the bed, you resist the strong temptation to have a few strokes of your dripping pussy, and instead go into the shower.
You turn the hot water on full with barely any cold, loving a nice scalding shower to feel refreshed, and step in, letting the water wash away the dirt, grime, and nervousness. Once you have begun to relax, you work the shampoo into your hair, let it sit a moment, and rinse it. Once you have washed it out, you massage the conditioner in, and then grab the body wash I have left for you. Knowing it is my favorite scent on you, you proceed to lather up your body with the soap using a wash cloth and enjoy the scent I adore so much on your skin.
The rough cloth gets your nipples hard as you lather up your breasts, making you quickly move it down to your pussy and 'clean' there, paying close attention to your clit. You stop yourself from going too far, knowing you will be punished if you continue, and move the cloth to the rest of your body, spreading the sweet scented lather all over, not missing even an inch. Between your legs, the crack of your ass, sliding a soapy finger into your ass to make sure it's clean, even the undersides of your breasts, nothing is skipped.
Once you have finished, you rinse the cloth in the shower jets, then step under to rinse everything off. You lean back, a hand against the back wall of the shower, as the hot waters flows over your beautiful body. Once done, you turn the water off, step out feeling like a new woman, and dry yourself off, taking extra care to dry your collar. Once done you send me a text, finish drying off and lift up the napkin, gasping in surprise. All that is there is a very tiny, very sheer bra, with holes, a pair of panties that have a large hole for your pussy, a blindfold, and another note.
Put these on. Lay on the bed. Spread your legs, and arms. Wait.
You feel your pussy begin to get wet again, and stop your hand as it is halfway down your bare stomach. You put on the items, and arrange yourself in position, then wait. As the time seems to drag on, your pussy just becomes wetter and wetter from anticipation and before long you can feel a growing wet spot under your ass. As you consider if you should get up and go get a towel, you hear the door beep and open. You turn your head, unable to see a thing, but just moan.
"You better not have been playing, my little slut," you hear me say, suspicion in my voice, as I walk into the room.
"No, my Master. I wouldn't disobey my handsome Sir," you say lustily.
I say nothing, and you lay there, dreading that I am mad. After a couple of minutes you hear me open my bag, and turn your head, trying to use your other senses to get a hint of what I am doing. You smell some sweet perfume, and look around quizzically.
