The Box Pt 03 1

Friday night finds us in a chic bar, relaxing with a drink before retiring back to our hotel. Master has ordered me a large glass of red wine whilst he sips a scotch. Master and I are spending the night away - Master is here on business, and I'm here to serve his needs. Earlier in the day, I was presented with a small, black suitcase with the zips sealed with a bright red ribbon - a substitute for my usual Box.

Master packed my overnight bag for me and chose a forest green, knee length dress for me to wear this evening, paired with smoky eye make up and bright red lipstick. Under my dress my Master has chosen a lacy, black peep-hole bra and matching French knickers. He ordered me to wear my dark red, off the should length hair softly curled with the front gently drawn back from my face. Master wants me to be admired by other men this evening, and from some of the looks I'm getting, I believe his wish is being granted.

I have a black clutch handbag with me that Master has packed and given me strict instructions not to open until specifically told to. Luckily, my dress has pockets that I can neatly fit my lipstick in to for touch ups.

Halfway through my glass of wine, Master instructs me to go to the ladies' room and open my bag. I immediately comply and make my way thither. I go into a stall and open the bag and find it filled with most wonderous goodies, and a note that reads:

"Good evening slut. In this bag you will find some of your toys; I want you to put them on and send me a selfie."

The bag contains my collar, ball gag, and nipple clamps and I dutifully put on the collar, followed by the ball gag. Luckily, the dress is low cut enough that I can lower it and lift my ample breasts out without taking off the dress. I haven't been instructed to remove my dress and I don't want to break any rules. My peephole bra makes a little more sense as I take the first clamp and put it on my left nipple; the most blissful shock of pain courses through my body and straight to my moistening pussy. Another glorious shot races through me when I attach the second clamp.

It takes all of my self-control not to finger my eager pussy at this point, but fucking hell I am very horny and I hope beyond hope that my pussy will get some attention tonight.

I arrange myself to get good lighting and send Master a selfie - I have to admit that I look fucking hot. Very quickly the two ticks turn blue to show Master has seen it and I eagerly await further instructions. A message soon appears

"God, you look like a slut. I'm proud of you"

Another message quickly appears:

"Lift up the dress and finger your pussy, without removing your knickers. I assume you're already soaking wet. I want a 10 second video of you. You may not orgasm."

I place the phone on the cistern and lean back on the toilet door with my legs apart. I lift the hem of the dress and with the other hand sink my fingers into my sodden pants. My finger tips find my swollen clit and slowly start rubbing the nub - pleasure washes over me and I cannot help but moan. I really hope no-one else in the bathroom can hear me, but there's nothing I can do if they have.

As I slowly run my fingers down under my slit and back up again I count to ten in my head. I'm very glad Master said only for 10 seconds as if I'd played with my pussy for much longer, I would have been in great danger of orgasming.

Once I'd gotten to ten, I removed my fingers (begrudgingly) from my pussy, stopped the recording and send it to Master. The two ticks were blue immediately and I know Master would be watching me be a slut in the middle of the busy bar. The thought of so many people seeing my debauchery fills me with a strange mixture of shame and lust; on a few occasions Master has hinted that he might want to share my slutty predilections with other people, and I have to confess that my pussy warmed at the idea.

A message pings back: "You're more of a whore than I gave you credit for. You've been a good slut and you've earned a treat. Remove only the gag and the collar and rejoin me in the bar."

I remove the gag and notice my lipstick has become somewhat askew - luckily I had it in my pocket and I cleaned up to look respectable again. Then came the collar, and then I replaced my breasts into my dress, taking care to keep the clamps in place.

I left the stall, washed my hands and made my way back to my Master's table.

I sit down next to Master, who is smiling at me. "Welcome back, slut. You look like you enjoyed that."

"I did, Master, thank you. I hope you did, too." I reply.

Master smirks and agrees that my display was most entertaining.

My hope is that we would finish our drinks quickly and head back to the hotel room so we can make full use of my body, but Master has no intention of rushing. My nipples ache in their clamps sending waves of pleasure to my hot, wet, and very eager pussy. The mixture of pain and pleasure is enough to get me drunk, regardless of my glass of malbec.

My Master knows how turned on and ready to be used I am; he turns to me and asks, "is your pussy wet?" And I reply that it is.

"Tell me why your pussy is wet in a nice, crowded place like this." He demands. Master enjoys hearing me declare my deviancy, although usually not in public. I find I like it.

"I'm very turned on - I am wearing the nipple clamps you kindly gifted me in public, and because I fingered my pussy where people could hear me."

"I think we should have you wearing clamps in public more often" Master says, sending another jolt of pleasure to my pussy. I cannot help but let out a low moan, and Master simple chuckles before asking:

"I am going to give you a little treat for being such a good girl; I am going to fuck you later and you get to choose where I cum. So, where will it be?"

There really is no other choice for me; my Master can use my body as he wishes and often enjoys filling my pussy with cum or covering my large breasts - but I will always,

always

choose a facial. So, I reply: "I want you to paint my face with cum, Sir."

Master laughs affectionately, and mutters, "How did I know you were going to say that?"

We soon finish our drinks, and Master tells me that we're returning to our room. The hotel is only a few doors down from the bar we've been in and were soon walking into the lift going up to our room.

We are the only ones in here, and as soon as the doors close Master puts a hand to my left breast and squeezes it, then pulls on the little chain between the two clamps. A deep moan escapes my mouth at the pure pleasurable pain that runs through my body straight to my aching cunt. I am desperate for my pussy to be given more attention.

Master continues to fondle my breasts as he asks, "Who do these tits belong to?"

"You, Master." I breathlessly reply.

The lift pings to indicate we're at our floor and Master removes his hand from my breast. As we step out of the lift Master reminds me of the rule of hotel rooms: I am not allowed to wear outer clothes, and I must wear my collar unless told otherwise.

Master opens our room door, and I immediately step out of my dress, fish my collar out of my bag and fit it around my neck. I then sink to my knees to await instruction. Whilst I do this, Master has sat in a chair and is using his phone - clearly uninterested in me right now. I then notice that he's rewatching the video of me fingering my pussy from the bar.

"I can think of a number of people who would thoroughly enjoy watching this, slut." My clit twinges at this, and it dawns on me that I am very turned on by the idea of other people watching me or even using me for their pleasure. I blush at the idea and Master notices and laughs under his breath at my embarrassment.

Master gets up and from His overnight bag fetches my leash before coming over to me and attaching it to my collar. He leads me over to the bed and instructs that I climb on and face the ornate metal headboard and remain on my hands and knees. He attaches the leash to the headboard then moves behind me. I can hear him unzipping his trousers and then removing his hard cock from his boxers.

I feel him rub my swollen pussy lips and clit with the tip of my cock and let out a soft moan. I am so ready to be fucked, and I don't want him to play with me this time; I need him to fuck me, and hard.

"What do you want me to do, slut?" He asks.

"Fuck me really hard with your cock, Master." I reply.

I feel the head of his cock at my pussy entrance and the teasing is almost too much. I want to push back on his cock and take him in me, but I haven't been given permission to be penetrated yet and I don't want the opportunity of a good fucking to be taken away from me.

I feel His hands grip my pelvis as He slowly pushes His cock into my hot, soaking wet pussy and I let out a deep, long moan. Master likes to know I enjoy his cock, so I never stop or curtail my moans when he is pleasuring my body.

Master slowly pulls out his cock, almost to the tip, and then pushes it back in as deep as he can take it. He starts a slow rhythm that builds faster and harder - His grip on my hips becoming firmer and I'm sure I'll be bruised tomorrow. This fucking is intense, and I can feel an orgasm building in the pit of my stomach but I haven't been given permission to cum.

"Master, please may I cum on your cock?" I plead.

"Beg." Is the reply I get.

"Master, I beg you to let me cum on your cock. Please, Master, grant me this one favour." Master can hear the desperation in my voice and He grants me my wish.

The tension in my stomach winds up like a spring and as the pleasure becomes almost too intense the spring is released, and waves of pleasure roll over me as my cunt clenches around my Master's cock. I let out a long, loud moan and thank my Master over and over.

Master continues to thrust his cock in and out of my wet pussy and he himself is getting close. He unhooks the collar from the leash and instructs me to lay in front of him - propped up on my elbows with my legs open to reveal my well-fucked pussy.

Master pumps his cock as he moves closer and with a deep moan spurts hot cum over my face and tits, thick jets landing on my forehead, cheeks and lips. Master wipes any drops on an untouched part of my cheek and moves over to the table to retrieve his phone. I remain where I am - I have not been given permission to move.

Master moves back onto the bed with his phone held out in front of him and takes a number of photos of me in my glory.

"What a good slut you are. You've outdone yourself." Master leaves the bed and goes into the en-suite - telling me to clean myself up as he closes the door.

I lay back and smile. I love an overnight stay in a hotel.