I hurriedly creep across the hallway, returning to my room. It is early, and I had just spent my first night with Master.
My heart races as I enter my room, full of Master's cum. My owned cunt is straining to keep his seed inside, a gift I am determined to savour. The door slams and I let out a long sigh, a smile forming on my face.
The previous night, leading into morning, was one I would never forget; Master's hands grabbing my throat, pinning me against the couch, his cock fucking both my mouth and pussy. It was everything I hoped for and more. I relive the movements in my head as I step into the shower to freshen up, noticing myself already craving Master's cock again.
The water pours over me as I wash my long hair, tangled from Master's continuous grip. The warmth spreads through my entire body, rinsing away the smell of sex and cum. Stepping out, I wrap myself in my satin floral robe and crawl into the neatly made hotel room bed, untouched since I had checked in.
I lay in silence, feeling my breaths move my chest up and down as I remember Master's firm hands against my body. My owned pussy is swollen and sore from being bred over and over in such a short time. Welts on my ass present raised lines where he had used his belt. I feel myself getting wet again.
As if on auto-pilot, my hand reaches down to rub my throbbing clit. It is at this moment I hear a knock on the door. Immediately I pull my hand away, sitting up with a flood of excitement and panic. I quickly move myself to the door, peering through the small peep-hole, even though I know exactly who it is.
I begin opening the door when Master pushes me to the side and enters forcefully, allowing the door to shut violently behind him. Before I can say a word, he grabs my throat with his one hand, pushing me forward into the room, onto the bed. He smiles at me and stares directly into my eyes.
"Work has been cancelled for Daddy. Do you know what that means slut?" His voice causes me to shiver.
"I-I think so Daddy," I reply, clenching my legs together as my wetness increased.
"Mm. I don't think you do my slave..." Master groans, pulling my robe off to leave me exposed. "My slave probably thinks she is going to have all the fun with Daddy, don't you?"
I nod.
Master lets out a soft laugh. "Oh what a naive girl you are. You see my slave, it is very rare Daddy's work gets cancelled. It is even more rare to have access to my naughty whore at the same time."
I begin to squirm, feeling the intensity build.
"So what the means..." he pauses, noticing the fear and excitement in my eyes. "Is that Daddy gets to spend all day using his fuck toy in ways that it has never been used. Ways that may not be that fun for you, my slave."
I begin shaking. The longing within me pushes any fear aside, bringing me to fully submit to Master.
He sees the willingness and eagerness in me. Master grins with pride and turns to retrieve something from his suitcase. As he marches back to me, I see the long, braided strands of rope in his fists. He approaches me once again.
"On your stomach, slave. Face me."
I do as I am told, laying flat onto my stomach, arms by my side and facing Daddy's crotch at the foot of the bed. He roughly grabs my arms, bringing them to my back, then pulls my ankles up to meet them. I hold myself in this position as Daddy begins to wrap the rope around my wrists and ankles, binding them together in a hog-tie fashion. I squirm, lusting fiercely for my first bondage experience.
As he finally reaches the end of the rope, Master knots it tightly and I feel the stiff pull that forces me into place. He stands back, admiring his slave bound like livestock. He runs a finger along my owned cunt, feeling my wetness, then shoves the finger into my mouth.
