She stepped nervously out of the elevator of the big city hotel, her stiletto heels silent on the plush carpet as she walked on shaking legs towards the door of the penthouse. Pausing she checked her watch, ten minutes to nine, she was early. Her heart was hammering in her chest and her mouth was dry with anticipation. He had told her to be here at nine am precisely and for the next twenty-four hours she was His, to do with as He pleased.
The effort it had taken to secure these precious hours had been epic beyond all belief and yet she still hesitated at knocking on the door these few minutes early, she was anxious not to start this day by irritating Him. So she waited, smoothing down her hair, straightening her skirt, aware of its cool silkiness against the bare skin of her arse, feeling the warm heat of excitement between her thighs.
At precisely nine her fingers rapped the glossy surface of the door which seemed to glide open at her touch. There He stood, His eyes raked over her taking in every detail of her appearance, He smiled. His voice when He spoke was smooth and even but there was a hint of laughter lurking beneath.
"I wondered if you would wait, I have been watching you through the spyglass. Reception was told to warn me of your arrival."
He stepped aside and motioned her inside closing the door silently behind her. She stood just inside the door until she felt His hand in the small of her back propelling her gently into the lounge. The light yet firm touch of His fingers felt like a brand on her flesh and she could not stem the shiver of desire that coursed through her body. He indicated that she was to sit on the large creamy leather couch and she complied, another shiver running through her as its coolness caressed her backside.
"A few ground rules girl. For the next twenty-four hours you are Mine, you will do what I say, when I say. you will not question me unless it is to seek clarification of a command. Do you understand and agree girl?" The commanding tone of His voice steadied her, focusing her mind. She licked her dry lips before replying quietly but clearly.
"Yes Sir, i understand and i agree. i am Yours Sir and i will do Your bidding."
"Good girl, then let us begin. I have much planned for you and you are wearing entirely too many clothes. Stand girl and strip, fold your clothes neatly and leave them on the chair over in the corner then return to Me so I may look at you."
She rose slowly, not entirely trusting her trembling legs to support her. Reaching behind her she slid the zip of her skirt down and let it slide to the floor soon to be joined by her top and the gossamer silkiness of her g-string and bra. Naked she bent and retrieved her clothing taking it to the chair, using the time spent folding it to steady herself. Taking a deep calming breath she slid off her shoes leaving them beneath the chair before returning to stand before Him, hands clasped behind her back eyes downcast.
He moved around her examining her from all angles, occasionally stretching out a hand to stroke the curve of her hip, feel the weight of her breast in His palm or to tweak her already stiffening nipples. He stopped behind her, his body close to her but not quite touching His hand closing around her throat making her gasp as He whispered close to her ear.
"I am going to enjoy using you girl. I am going to take you to places you have only ever dreamed of and I am going to leave you spent and sore EVERYWHERE!"
His hand released her throat and slid down her back, dipping between her thighs and pushing two fingers up into her hot wet vagina. He laughed.
"Aren't you wet My sluttygurl? I bet you would love for Me to make you cum now on My fingers like a filthy whore. Well you will not cum, not until I command it. I am going to make you ache for release and if you cum even once without My permission I will punish you severely. Now raise your arms above your head I wish to bind your breasts."
She stood quietly whilst His hands busied themselves with their work, looping the rope and knotting it with practiced ease around her full breasts, pulling it tight till the pressure exerted upon them made them swell and harden. She fought the urge to move to release the pressure building in her shoulders from the effort of holding her arms above her head but she would not make any move which might displease Him.
He stepped back to admire His handiwork, pinching her nipples hard and then delving into a bag at His feet. The clamps He applied to her nipples bit into the tender flesh making her gasp but also causing the heat between her thighs to increase. Attaching weights to each clamp He smiled as her nipples elongated and she shifted involuntarily her teeth worrying the fullness of her bottom lip.
"You may lower your arms girl and present Me your wrists."
She held her hands out towards Him the pain screaming through her tense shoulder muscles and He buckled soft padded cuffs to her wrists before bending to do the same to her ankles.
Suddenly His tongue snaked between her thighs finding her burning clit and sucking it between His lips. The touch was so unexpected and so perfectly placed that before she could help herself she shuddered into orgasm her juices flooding His tongue. His fingers thrust into her pushing something deep into her cunt. She could feel the hard smoothness within her and her muscles clenched to try to feel what He had placed there. As they contracted the egg started to pulsate and she came again, hard with an almost animal moan. Dimly in the recesses of her mind she heard Him laugh and her focus snapped back, she started to stammer an apology but His voice cut her off.
"You really are a disobedient slut are you not? Did I not tell you that cumming without permission would earn you punishment? Perhaps that is what you crave. Well let us see if that is still the case when I am finished with you."
He guided her roughly towards a chair in the center of the room sitting He pulled her over His knee and examined her backside. The first blow was far harder than she had anticipated, blazing across her left cheek and leaving its imprint against her pale flesh. The slaps rained down, some hard, some feather light more caresses than blows. He varied the pace constantly taking her by surprise, heating her skin as it started to glow red under His palm and she squirmed. He continued the most prolonged and erotic spanking she had ever endured, the egg inside her throbbing and vibrating turning her insides to molten lava which coated her thighs and His fingers on the occasions that His slaps landed firmly between her legs on her engorged lips. She ached to cum, her cunt screaming for release that, somehow she knew He would not allow or at least not anytime soon. His voice pulled her back, the spanking had ceased.
"Stand up girl; I want you behind the chair."
She quickly complied with His wishes as He too rose and moved behind her. He spread her legs and secured the cuffs to the chair legs with her feet outside the legs. He ran His hand up her leg and began to finger her clit, teasing and pinching it and as He did so the vibrations inside her intensified. She realized that the egg had some kind of remote control and that He had just changed the setting, the movements deep inside her took on new rhythms and coupled with His questing fingers the effort of controlling her orgasm became almost unbearable.
Abruptly He stepped away from her and moved in front of the chair. He held His fingers beneath her nose and she could smell the familiar scent and see her juices glistening there.
"Suck my fingers girl. Clean yourself from them and be sure to do a good job."
She sucked hungrily at His fingers licking between them savoring her own taste until no trace of her remained. He removed His hand and looped a length of rope through the D rings on her wrist cuffs and pulling her forward positioning her so that her thighs touched the back of the seat and her torso remained unsupported. The weights pulling the clamps on her nipples tight as gravity played its part. He secured the rope firmly so she could not adjust her position.
As she lifted her eyes she saw a screen on the coffee table in front of her the image that confronted her was that of her own reddened backside thrust high and on display.
"So girl what do you think of my little surprise? I thought it might be amusing to force you to watch what you are about to receive and of course it will give us a keepsake for later."
"You think of everything Sir, i am humble in Your presence."
"Girl you will be far more than humble soon. I intend to make you beg for mercy and you WILL watch ever single blow or I will double them."
Her wide eyes glued to the screen she saw Him move into the frame a large leather paddle in His hand. Expertly He worked the paddle over the flesh of her behind and the backs of her thighs, often concentrating on the sweet spot where buttock meets thigh. Her soft gasps and moans seemed only to spur Him on and she saw her own flesh turning scarlet.
"Girl you will count the last ten, each blow will become harder. On the tenth you will cum and then you will thank Me. If you stumble or fail on the count or your eyes leave the screen we will start again from one, do you understand?"
