As the door closes and I hear the locking mechanism click into place, a small sigh of relief escapes me. Finally I am in the safety of the motel room, registration is complete and as best I know, no one has seen me drive into the motel lot, and I don't need to worry about if there is a vacant room available for early access on a Saturday morning. Immediately I slip my cell phone out and dial her number. She answers on the first ring and advises she is not too far away and should be here shortly. A relief to know that not much time will be wasted as it was that first time we met. She was delayed getting away from work and I had to wait and wait anxiously for her, wondering if she was actually going to show up.
The shoes and socks are first and are soon neatly nestled next to the easy chair by the small round table near the window. The socks draped over the top of the shoes as she would expect. She doesn't allow me to be sloppy and scatter my clothes asunder about the room. My shirt and then my trousers are next and are hung on the motel hangers beneath the hat and coat rack in the vanity area. Looking at myself in the vanity mirror, I can't help but smile. The sheer lacy thong does little to cover my privates. My soft cock is clearly visible through the lacy fabric, pressed upward toward my belly but my balls are protruding out both sides of the thong with very little of them covered. I hope my choice of women's panties for this week will please her. I doubt it matters to her anyway as I have the suspicion she gets more of a charge out of her vision of me shopping for them each week than seeing them on me. They don't usually stay on me very long after she arrives anyway and she takes them home with her afterwards so that I have to go shopping again for our next rendezvous. She must have quite a collection of them by now.
Peering out of the slit in the drapes I anxiously await the arrival of her car into the parking lot. Only after I see it do I pull the drapes tightly shut and assume my station, kneeling by the door. I reach up and open the door ever so slightly so that the lock bolt in no longer engaged in the keeper and can be pushed open by her upon her arrival. The thought does enter my mind that I am leaving myself vulnerable by leaving the door like this. There are lots of shady looking characters that hang around this Rammington Inn. Sure would hate to have one of them barge into the room and find me like this. Well it really isn't the Rammington Inn but that is the pet name she has given it from her love of her strap on.
I hear her faint little knock before she pushes the door open and enters. I don't know why she bothers to knock but she always does. It certainly isn't as if she is going to give me a chance to do anything to prepare for her in that split second. "Well, look at you, boy. You did good! My husband will love me in that thong. Very sexy indeed."
She pauses just long enough to give me that quick inspection and extend her hand for me to kiss before tossing her little black bag and the tennis racket on the nearest double bed. "Tennis anyone?" she chides as she passes by that bed and sits on the end of the far double bed. It is an old tennis racket of mine and harbors her riding crop as well as a tennis racket in its cover since the crop is too long to fit into her bag.
She crosses her legs and the free leg immediately starts flicking back and forth as women so commonly do when sitting with their legs crossed. I heard once upon a time long ago that they get some stimulation of their clit by doing that. Whether true or not I always think that is the case when I see one doing that.
I know the game plan well by now and quickly shuffle over to her on my knees till I am on the floor just in front of her. She doesn't have to tell me what she expects and just smiles as I loosen the laces of her tennis shoe and remove it. Numerous kisses follow to the top of her foot before finally taking her big toe into my mouth and licking it as suck it. Each little piggy gets the same attention until all have been treated likewise to her satisfaction. Only then does she raise her foot to allow me access to the bottom of it. When the bottom her foot has been licked clean, she crosses her legs the other way and the process is repeated on the other foot. She knows how I hate worshipping her feet like this and that I am sure makes the act pleasurable for her.
"Well boy what will it be? Do you want to dine first or get fucked first?"
"It's your pleasure ma'am." I respond.
Pulling up the hem of her skirt to expose her panties, she slips a hand inside its hem and in but a second or two withdraws it. Her fingers are glistening with moisture. "I am so fucking wet just thinking about all the fun I am going to have with you today. Want a taste?" she offers pushing her fingers into my mouth, laughing as she does. "A little appetizer for you, boy."
"Decisions, decisions," she remarks. "I would really love to fuck that little ass of yours now but my wet pussy is just crying out for some relief. Hubby is away visiting his mum this week and I am horny as hell. I think what we should do is let you eat my pussy a bit. It's all hot and ready and I am sure you can give me a quickie before we get into the heavy stuff. Whatcha think, boy?"
"It's your pleasure ma'am." I respond.
"Good boy!" and as she stands, she continues, "Let me get a bit more comfortable."
Still on my knees with my head bowed, I can just get a glimpse of her out of the corner of my eyes as she undresses and lays her clothes neatly on the other bed. She is far from being a fashion model or beauty queen, not even close as her body is showing some effects of her age but it doesn't matter to me in any way. Every fiber of that body is dominant and just what I want and need.
Pausing before returning, she opens her black bag and dumps its contents onto the bed next to her clothes. I don't need to see to know what is there. I have experienced those contents many times before. There are leather cuffs, a ball gag, a black blindfold, an assortment of nipple clamps and dildos, a strapon harness, a flogger, a paddle, a collar with leash attached and lotions and lubricants for her use and pleasures. Thankfully she didn't delve into the tennis racket cover for the crop. I can't afford to wear any deep marks on the home front.
As she returns I can see she has her favorite toy in her hand, the clover clamps. She might as well get rid of the other nipple clamps after getting these as the others never get used anymore. With a little pinch my nipples are all erect and awaiting their fate. She gives the chain between them a little tug just to make sure they are secure when she finishes their installation. She just smiles at my grimace of pain as they bite a bit harder with that tug. I can take them right now but as time passes I will be begging for her to remove them. And when she finally does, my nipples will be so tender that the slightest pinch will have me crying out.
As she spreads her legs sitting again on the end of the bed right in front of me, I am starring it right in the face up close. A bit of stubble is beginning to show all around it, a week's growth from when she had me shave her last Saturday. I find myself a little puzzled that she hasn't already pulled my head between her thighs when she offers, "You know as much as I enjoy seeing your pale white face between my dark thighs, I think I have had a change of heart. My pussy can wait. That little yelp you let out when I pulled on the clover's chain has perked my sadistic desires a bit. I think I want to enjoy hurting you as a way to get this ole pussy more than ready for your face. My flogger is just crying out to be used on your pale skin. I just love the red lines it makes on you. Maybe afterwards, I'll let you see just how many orgasms you can coax out of it."
"On your feet boy!" she demands. "Go put your hands over your head and on the wall over the entrance to the vanity area. I would gag you but I am going to want you to count for me. I hope you know better than to cry out so somebody might hear you outside of this room anyway."
"Yes ma'am, I'll do my best."
"Damn right you will boy. You will stand there until I tire of whipping you and take it like a good little girl. Girls can take pain so much better than you male wimps anyway."
Her first stoke was vicious and landed near the top of my right hip, the ends of the flogger wrapping around to bite into my side at this location.
My cry out of ooh and one just barely makes it out of my mouth before her backhand stroke lands on the opposite hip at much the same location with the same velocity. "Ooh, two!" I cry out quickly as almost immediately another lands on my right side. Back and forth they come in rapid succession. The oohs fall by the wayside as it is all I can do to get the number out before the next stroke of the flogger finds its mark. My body is jerking back and forth as it recoils from her strokes. Nine then ten, nineteen then twenty, twenty nine then thirty. I am nearing the point where I am going to make use of my safe word when she stops at 35. I feel like she has been testing me, wanting me to use it. She loves it when I have to give in and use it. It is like she has won the contest.