She walked in to the hotel lobby, nervous to meet him in person for the first time. She had worn her slinky black dress with the fishnets that she knew he would love, black lace bra, and black panties. She stood there, not realizing how big this hotel actually was, searching the lobby for him, debating turning right around and heading back out to the parking lot and her car.
Then she saw him, saw him stand and begin walking her way, and knew it was too late. He came right up with a "Hi, there!" and kissed her on the cheek, then when pulling back gave her a soft kiss on her lips. She felt so relieved now, having gotten some of the awkwardness out of the way about their lips touching, even it was just a simple greeting.
She let the way his lips felt linger in her memory for a moment, then watched as he turned and headed over to an area with some seating. She watched him from behind, him in a pair of white nearly see thru summer pants, black sandals, and green v-neck shirt; a color he knew she would love. As he sat down, she noticed a gift box sitting on the table in front of his chair and she took a seat on the chair that was next to his.
"For me?" she asked innocently.
"But of course," he replied.
"Should I be worried?" she nervously asked.
"Perhaps," he coyly noted.
They engaged in simple conversation for a little bit, knowing they had some time before they were going to sit down for the mutually agreed upon diner date. They made jokes about how awkward they both felt and both complimented each others' attire.
Her eyes kept going back to the box, knowing it was going to be something sexual. She knew he was going to push her bounds tonight and the thought made her anxious as well as a bit excited.
"I can't hold out any longer. Can I open it?"
"Certainly, but I recommend you do it somewhere a little more private," as he angled his head towards the ladies room off to the corner of the room.
She picked up the gift-wrapped box and walked towards the bathroom, looking back to see him standing now, admiring her ass as she walked away from him. She entered the bathroom, slipped into a stall, and began unwrapping her gift.
She undid the bow, removed the lid, and was not terribly shocked to see a pair of vibrating panties inside. They had talked about just such a fantasy online, and figured something along these lines would be what his twisted, controlling mind would have planned. She also knew that if she refused to put them on, she might be subject to an even worse humiliation, so she pulled her own panties off and slid the ones she was gifted on. She put the sewn in bullet against her clit, already excited to know that she was going to have it used on her shortly.
She double checked the box to see if the remote was inside, already knowing he probably had it with him. She put her panties in her purse, gathered the wrapping and box and headed for the door, throwing away the box as she went.
She exited the bathroom and noted that he was seated again, with two drinks resting on the table in front of him. One looked like a rum and coke, presumably for her, and the other looked bubbling, like a glass of champagne.
"Celebrating something?" she asked him sarcastically.
"Yes," he said. "I just gained the most exquisite possession; your pussy," loud enough so that an elderly couple to their right craned their heads towards them, unsure that they had just heard correctly.
She blushed, yet felt flushed with heat, loving when he spoke to her this way. She sat, grabbing her drink and downing most of it, wanting to get relaxed for the upcoming actions. He picked up his own glass and lightly drank from it, looking extraordinarily relaxed.
The waitress arrived at their table and put a second rum and coke down and let him know that their table would be ready momentarily. She gave a wry smile at him for having ordered a second drink so soon after her first while she was away, expecting her to put the first one down quickly.
"Shall we?" he asked.
"Sure," she replied and they got up and headed to the restaurant entrance on the other side of the lobby.
Her mind was wondering when he was going to give her the first taste of the bullet, but was surprised when she felt his hand drift to her ass as they walked side by side. She certainly liked his touch and looked over at him and smiled ever so slightly.
"Mine," was all he said this time soft enough so no one else could hear it.
She nodded, letting him know that she was feeling ready to submit to him. His words melting all resolve she carried with her into the hotel.
The waitress disappeared into the restaurant and a hostess met them and guided them to their table. She was nervous to see that she led them right to the middle of the room, in plain view of everyone there. Thankfully, the lighting was fairly dark and she might have some measure of privacy for what she knew had to be coming. Her pussy, she imagined with a twist on her thoughts.
He slid her chair out for her, then waited until she sat before moving around the table to take his own seat. The both set their drinks down on the table, her finished with her first and starting on her second. The rum already letting her be relaxed. The hostess left them menus and they both wondered out loud what might be good to eat.
As their waitress came up and introduced herself, she felt the first tinges of the bullet begin on her clit. She shifted ever so slightly, and politely declined when asked if she was interested in an appetizer. He took a second to ask a few questions about some of the items, forcing their waitress to linger at the table, knowing she was starting to have some serious heat and moisture forming between her legs.
He ended up politely declining any offers and let her know that they might need a few more minutes.
"Say it," he said.
"I'm a slut," she replied.
"Good girl."
They debated some main course options and a few minutes later when they put the menus down, the waitress returned to take their order. She felt the bullet speed increase again, just as the waitress asked her what she was interested in having, causing her voice to raise an octave as she started giving her order. He was cruel to time it so, but she expected him to try and keep her off balance.
After she finished her order, he gave his and they were alone again. She sat there glaring at him, trying to get a handle on her breathing and looking down to see how much her hard nipples were poking through the black fabric of her dress. He also stared down her body, smiling slightly, knowing she was very turned on.
They made more small talk until their food got there. They both ate without any more changes, her panties now sopping wet from the constant vibrations against her now rock hard clit. The food was very good and when their plates were empty, they were taken away by their server.
"Shall we dance," he asked.
She had heard the music playing and noticed an open area in one part of the restaurant and saw him rise and take her hand. She also got up and they made their way over to the open area and started to slowly sway to the rhythm of the music, with many of the other patrons watching them. She saw him reach down and then felt the bullet speed up even more, clinging to him even tighter, staring into his eyes with a helpless feeling.
She was doing everything she could not to climax right there and then, but her breathing betrayed how hot she really felt. They kept dancing and with each step and the opening of her legs as they turned she thought her pussy was going to explode.
As the song ended, he turned the bullet down a notch and they walked back to their able. Their waitress was there shortly asking about dessert or coffee, which they both politely declined. He asked if they would charge the bill to his room and soon after they were up and on there way out.
He didn't say a word, just took her hand and led her to the elevator. They went up to the desired floor and walked down the hall to his room. He keyed them both in, her eying him, hoping he would kiss her.
Once inside, he led her to the center of the room. He ordered her to stay and slowly lifted her dress up and over her head. She now stood in her bra, panties, fishnets and shoes. He then pulled out some white rope and bound her arms so they were bent in half, then worked a tie so that they were up and stuck with her hands behind her neck, elbows facing outwards.
She looked over at the desk where he had laid out all kinds of toys. She saw dildos, plugs, vibrators, floggers, paddles, a belt, a riding crop, and a ball gag. She wondered which she was going to get first.
"On your knees, Slut."
She said nothing and knelt down.
