Gary and Ange walk down the hall of the hotel, their luggage following behind them. Ange's heart is racing in her chest as she opens the door to their room. She knows her instructions, yet she keeps replaying them through her mind.
Go in, set luggage aside, go get ice, then return for whatever Gary has in store for me. I wonder what it is...
As He follows her in, her eyes scan the room noting the lay out of the room, where the bed is in relation to everything else. She nods as it is committed to memory and she pauses to put her luggage out of the path of traffic. Ange takes the ice bucket and says, "Be right back, Master," kisses Him on the cheek and slips out of the room to go get the ice.
She walks down then long hallway and fills the bucket, listening to the clatter of the cubes as they accumulate in the small bucket. As she returns down the hallways, her mind turns to the afternoon ahead, of things that may happen.
He's been horribly quiet so far. I'm not sure I like that. I hope I'll be able to do all that He asks of me and see that proud look in His eyes. He's been so mysterious too. Well, whatever it is I'm sure I'll be able to handle it.
And with that thought, she opens the door with the key and slips back into the room. At once, she feels the change in the air. The room is dimly lit and the air is a bit cooler but not too cold. She sets the chilly bucket on it's tray then turns around to see Him sitting in the corner chair, dark eyes watching her every movement. Ange's heart flutters in her chest, a feeling of anticipation filling her, as she looks to the Man she adores with every fiber of her being. Gary smiles at her and asks her to strip for Him. She purrs softly and says, "As You wish Master."
Ange takes two steps away from the table, knowing she'll need a bit of room for this. She slowly turns around in a circle, knowing He likes to appraise His treasure both with clothes on and without. Ange loves the outfit she has on, knowing the dark green, form fitting blouse and black skirt with fishnet stockings and heels makes her look like the woman she is... sexy, smart, and fun loving. She shivers as she feels Gary's gaze hungrily looking her over.
Having gone in a complete circle, she stops and faces Him once more, and sees the hunger in His eyes. Ange then slowly starts to unbutton her blouse, with each button undone, she exposes more and more of her creamy flesh to Him. Slowly opening the blouse and sliding it off her shoulders, she sees the hunger deepen in His gaze as His eyes devour her breasts that are barely held in by a black lace bra. Ange purrs again and runs her fingertips over the mounds of flesh, knowing that He loves to watch her touching herself. Winking, she turns to face away from Gary and slowly undoes the zipper of her skirt and slowly slides it down her legs, bending at the waist.
Carefully, she steps from the skirt and slides her hands up her legs as she straightens up. She stands for a moment in her bra, the garter and fishnet stockings and heels, slowly turning around again so He can see everything. Her hands slide down her tummy and around to the back of her as she unhooks her bra and lets that fall to the floor as well. Stepping out of her heels, she undoes the garter belt and slides it and the stockings off her legs one at a time. Righting herself once more, she slowly turns in another circle showing Him His breasts, His pussy, His ass before stopping and standing with her arms behind her back and feet spread at shoulder width.
Gary watches Ange for a few moments, knowing that she needs a few minutes to get into her submissive mindset. He finally rises and steps to her and circles her. His fingertip trail over the flesh that He's claimed as His own. A faint smile crosses His lips as He feels her shudder, feels her slipping into that zone He loves her to be in. Gary leans in, close to her ear and whispers, "Hello bitch. Are you ready for Me?"
