Nikki woke to the sunlight creeping around the edges of the curtains. She felt disorientated, thinking it odd as the sun didn't normally shine on her bedroom window. As her eyes adjusted to her waking state, she then realised this wasn't her bedroom. A sudden panic spread, before she remembered that she was in a hotel, sharing a room and now a bed with her Mistress. Was that the right term? Her Mistress? This weekend was the final trial before they each had to make the decision as to whether they were compatible and whether they each wanted to commit to the fledgling arrangement. What had started as a little harmless online fun had soon taken a serious turn when it became apparent the dominant and the submissive lived just a half hour's drive apart. But after their first face to face meeting, Nikki had realised her long hidden submissive tendencies, once released, were never going to be easily put back into the bottle. And it seemed the Mistress was taken by the idea of a female submissive after her years with exclusively male subs.
As she lay staring at the window Nikki's thoughts turned to her boyfriend and the other complication in the tangled web that was being spun in front of her hopes for the future. Because before she had met her Mistress, Nikki had been serving an online Dom and the price he had demanded for Nikki's release to be free to serve her Mistress had been the submission of her boyfriend. Worse, if Ryan failed in a month of service, then Nikki's ownership would revert to the Dom and she would have to end her service to the Mistress. Nikki had already realised the code of conduct between dominants was strong and there was no way her Mistress would object if that is what came to pass.
Pushing those thoughts out of her mind, Nikki rolled onto her back. She had two more days of her weekend trial to go, thinking back to the night before and frightening herself with the memory of how much had happened on that Friday evening. As the bedcovers settled over her body, they served to remind Nikki of her nakedness. Her Mistress had demanded she remain nude in the dominant's presence and Nikki had given no thought to retrieving her PJs from her bag the night before, even as the Mistress had herself dressed for sleeping.
Nikki glanced to her left and stared at the form of her Mistress, also lying on her back, her chest rising and falling in time with her breathing. Had she really done this? Shared a bed with another woman? She chuckled at the concept. Sharing a bed implied so much sexual activity when the reality was the evening before had been full of sex and the bed had simply provided a prop and a welcome opportunity to recharge their batteries for day two. As Nikki's mind filled with the memories of what she had been made to do less than 24 hours previously, she felt an urge to move her hand between her legs and touch herself. But she was not allowed to touch without permission and her growing sense of duty as a submissive prevented her from even the slightest movement in that direction. The thoughts also brought the memory of her pussy whipping back into her consciousness and with it, the painful ache in her most private parts. The soothing cream applied by her Mistress had helped but her labia still throbbed and her entire groin felt bruised from the punishment it had received.
Instead of surreptitiously pleasuring herself, she decided to take the initiative. Since arriving at the hotel the afternoon previously, Nikki had been directed in her every action by her Mistress. Looking at the clock by the side of the bed and deciding it was late enough, Nikki slid out of the bed and made her way quietly around to the side occupied by her dominant. Then she gently lifted the covers from the bottom corner of the huge bed and began to crawl, under the covers, towards her Mistress. She felt the dominant stir and continued her journey, raising her back slightly to lift the covers and make access to her intended destination a little easier to achieve. As she positioned herself directly between her dominant's legs, she sensed the Mistress moving a little and not wanting to lose the element of surprise completely, she lowered her mouth towards her Mistress's groin, pleased that the negligee had ridden up and uncovered her Mistress's sex. Nikki's first touch that day was as her lips brushed the dominant's labia. Her tongue soon followed, gently forcing its way into the unsuspecting vagina and immediately starting a journey in search of the clitoris.
'Mmmmm, that's a nice way to start the day little one,' she heard, somewhat muffled by the covers. Then she felt the covers being pulled away and lowered herself into a more comfortable position as she settled in to give her Mistress the attention she deserved. After a few minutes she felt gentle pressure as the dominant placed her hands on the back of the submissive's head and Nikki knew her Mistress was pleased with the submissive taking the initiative.
After the Mistress had climaxed, Nikki lay with her head on the dominant's thigh, juices drying on her face and the aroma of her Mistress's arousal in her nostrils. There was no thought or expectation of an orgasm for herself, that was not the mindset of a submissive. The pleasure she had taken from the act she had just performed was reward enough and the closeness she felt to her dominant in that moment served to further strengthen her feelings of submission.
'Would you go and open the curtains little one,' the Mistress eventually said. She had been pleasantly surprised that Nikki had taken the initiative. Although the dominant was a very self-confident individual, training another woman in the submissive role was a new experience for her and she was being careful not to push too hard, too soon. The fact Nikki appeared to be fully embracing her lesbian tendencies was not only encouraging her to speed up the training she had planned, it was also awakening similar feelings in the dominant.
Nikki did as she was commanded, pulling back the curtains and leaving just the gauze modesty netting between herself and the outside world. She guessed the time as being around 8am, too early for any of the retail outlets below them to have opened. There were, however, a few people stretching their legs around the small water feature that lay between the bars and coffee shops.
'Wait kitten,' the Mistress commanded. With the previous day's training still fresh in her mind, Nikki immediately adopted the submissive position, one of the two she had practiced the previous day. Linking her hands and placing them behind her head, she spread her legs shoulder width apart and bent very slightly at the waist whilst pushing her shoulders back to prominently display her breasts.
'Now take a couple of steps closer to the window please.' The two steps brought Nikki to within touching distance of the gauze net. She looked across at the hotel that faced them on the other side of the development and noticed a couple of the rooms drawing back their curtains. She saw the people through their windows, though she was too far away to make out faces. As she watched, Nikki thought how often people in hotel rooms pulled back curtains without considering their state of dress. The hotel opposite had no gauze nets, which meant the two people she now focused on had literally opened a window onto the world. In one stood a woman, her black bra and panties clearly defined against her much paler skin tones. In the other, what looked quite an athletic male form with a white towel wrapped around his waist. Nikki felt a sense of relief that the gauze provided her some protection given her continued lack of clothing.
Lost in her thoughts, Nikki suddenly sensed her Mistress behind her. Before she had time to react, the Mistress had stepped past her and reached across to the rope pull attached to the gauze. As she pulled, the netting was drawn back and Nikki realised she would soon be fully exposed to the world outside. She marvelled at the fact that less than 24 hours ago she would have panicked and yet now she remained in position, her body exposed, comfortable in the thought that this is what her dominant wanted to do.
'One more step forward my dear.' Nikki complied, immediately.
She was now almost on top of the window and could see the people milling around at ground level clearly. Which meant they could see her. As she began to wonder what her dominant had planned, she noticed two middle-aged men standing in conversation, each smoking a cigarette. Suddenly one looked up and then nudged his companion. Both turned to face the hotel and were now staring up at the top floor window. She had clearly been seen by these two strangers. And yet, she still did nothing to cover her modesty, waiting to see if her dominant said anything. Instead, the Mistress stepped behind Nikki and, bringing her face close to the back of the younger woman's head, she began to speak in hushed tones.
'Today you will learn that I decide who gets to enjoy your body my dear. By submitting to me, you have accepted that I control your body. I decide who sees it, who touches it and who gets to use it. I will never put you in danger and I will never abuse that control I enjoy. But if you are to be my submissive, you will have to accept that you no longer enjoy some of the privacy 'normal' people can expect. The fact you have made no effort to cover your nudity encourages me little one. But there are much stiffer tests to come today. I won't blame you if you decide today is too big a step. If so, tell me.'
'Yes Mistress. I will try my best to please you.' Nikki had no idea what to expect but she was determined to go along with as much as she could.
'Very good. You may move away from the window.' Nikki did so, turning back to face the bed and taking a few steps. Her Mistress moved ahead of her, towards the chair and occasional table positioned between the bed and the wardrobes.
'Nadu kitten,' the Mistress said. Nikki responded to the second of the positions she had been taught, dropping to her knees, spreading her legs and laying her hands on her thighs.
