Walking into the bustling hotel lobby, you skirt past the doorman and walk along the foyer, past the reception, to a row of seats forming a square. There is a glass table in the centre with a beautiful display of Bird of Paradise flowers, their orange flowers bright and happy.
Sitting in one of the seats looking down towards the reception you see I'm in a sharp black suit with a white collared shirt slightly unbuttoned. I am smartly groomed with a clean shave, my green eyes looking out for you. However, it is evident from my expression that I am not pleased, you can just tell from my face that I am not happy. Looking at the bright, cheerful flower display for a moment to steady yourself for what may come, you take a deep breath and walk towards me.
As you come and stand in front of me, I remain seated on the chair, my arms crossed on my lap. People moving about around us help fuel the feeling of nervousness.
Looking at you, I try and keep my composure and my mood. You're dressed in a pretty little black dress; hair pulled back in a ponytail and a pair of sexy 6-inch heels.
As you smile trying to lift my mood, I look you directly in the eyes and ask, "Is there anything you need to tell me?"
Faintly you say, "No Sir." with a tremble, trying not to make a scene.
One of our rules is that you respect my authority. We both created our rules to ensure we both get the experience we desire from this unusual relationship. Calling me Sir is one of those rules, and it distinguishes me as the Dominant and you as the Submissive.
"Louder," I say
"No Sir," you say a little more vocally
As I look over you with disdain, I repeat with a slower tone. "Is... there... anything... you... need... to... tell... me?"
"No Sir. I don't think so."
As I look at the contours of your legs disappearing under your dress, I smile and ask, "Did you go out on Saturday night, slut?"
A flash of fear crosses over your eyes at the realisation of what I will ask you, not here in public you think to yourself. Having this conversation in the hotel's lobby brings a feeling of humiliation and in turn, excitement. A gentle shiver is moving down your spine and up your vagina.
"Yes Sir, but I can explain, it was a friend's birthday." you start to say in a pleading, hear me out sort of way.
You find yourself being interrupted by me loudly saying. "Shut up, slut. I saw your Instagram photos. You went out. You met a man. A handsome man, you wanted him, didn't you? Did you kiss him? Didn't you slut?"
As you look around the lobby, you notice eyes start to look at you, feeling your face flush and another more intense shiver run down your spine, your tingling vagina beginning to feel a little moist.
"We have rules for a reason. You broke the rules, and there are consequences. What rule did you break, Slut?"
Your shoulders slumping forward I see your eyes move around the room as you say "We agreed to both abstain from sex for ten days before we meet. I am sorry Sir that I broke this rule."
Looking at you and catching your eyes I say, "I kept to the rules, I abstained." What should I do?" I ask, looking hurt and stern.
"I need to be taught a lesson, Sir. Please teach me a lesson." I hear you say.
The humiliation of this happening in a busy lobby, with people looking and judging you sends a growing shiver across your body, down your spine under your bum and up your mound. Your vagina is wet and aching to be touched,
Locking eyes with you, I ask, "Are you sure you want this?"
"Yes Sir." comes your answer.
"Do you want me to punish you?"
"Yes Sir."
"Will you do as I say, and follow every instruction exactly?"
"Yes Sir."
"Good." I exclaim loudly as I stand up from my chair. My hands moving to my side and pulling out two items obscured until now.
"Put this on," I say handing you a lace eye mask, its swirling pattern making your eyes shine through the black surround, "And this please." I say handing you a leather leash attached to a studded collar.
It fits snugly around your neck as you buckle the warm leather, its tightness bearable yet constrictive.
Everyone is watching you; some gasp as other guests just shake their head. You feel your face flash crimson again in embarrassment as I lead you to the elevators like a dog. Your body excited and tingling your vagina hot and wet at this humiliation, you can feel your wetness between your legs.
"Come on slut." I say, tugging you into the lift with the leash.
As the doors close behind you, I forcefully kiss your lips, claiming them as my own, your taste salty on my tongue.
As the elevator pings and the door opens, we walk quickly to the hotel room. The key card clicks and then pings, and the door opens. As I lead you into the room, the door clanging behind you, and we are walking through a uniform Vanilla hotel suite. The bathroom on the left, a large cupboard on the right as we pass through into a large open room. The king-size bed is pressed up against a wall, and the TV bracketed on the opposite side. You notice I have rearranged the room a little; there is a sizeable high-backed chair placed close to the bed with its back facing the netted windows. The room is brightly lit with all the lights switched on.
You see me turning to face you, the leash still wrapped around my hand you feel me tug it briskly, your pussy tingling apprehensively.
"I blame myself," I say sorrowfully "I knew you would not have the discipline to see this through properly, it's your slutty behaviour. The only option is to retrain you." I say releasing your leash.
"You will start by preparing yourself for me. I want you to take off your clothes, make it sexy. You are safe with me, but I need you to know that you serve me. Who do you serve?"
"I serve you, Sir," you say as you start to reach for the zip of your dress, moving your hands to your shoulders and slipping the material over your skin. The cool air on your hot skin. As the material slides down over your arms, you move to cross your arm over your exposing breast. Your arm crosses your chest covering your boobs and nipples as the other hand slides the dress over your hips. You smile when you see the reaction on my face when I notice you're not wearing underwear, your free hand covering your snatch as you stand there in your heels.
"Keep your shoes on." I ask. Your legs look amazing in them, curving up as your fingers open to reveal your pink glistening pussy. Your hands move from your boobs, and your tight nipples erect and perfectly round come into view.
"Lay down on your bed." I say as I move to sit in the chair. As you do, your head lays back on a soft pillow. You shift on the bed in anticipation of what's to come, my voice calms you, focuses you and excites you a little.
"I want you to touch your breasts for me, make your nipples hard for me please," I say as I see your eyes close under the lace of the mask. Your fingers move to play with your nipples, your dainty fingers rotating around them, touching them as they harden and as you circle them slowly. Your body tingles as you play, feeling your shape change between your fingers.
"Keep circling your areola, 3 or 4 soft circles and then pull roll your nipple between your fingers for me. Do this four times. Begin." I say a little more demanding, shifting in my seat.
"Yes Sir," you say as you relax and obey. As you play, you calm your breathing; the sensation of your fingers moving slowly around your areola sending a warm wave of pleasure down your body. As you roll your nipple, you feel the sensation shoot down your body and bury itself in your wetting vagina.
