I walked thorough the lobby of the hotel, wondering if the fact that I was a complete slut and slave to your every whim was apparent to all who saw me. Did it show through my casual clothing and downcast eyes? The concierge has sneered at me and tried to look down my blouse when I asked for the other key to your room. I wondered what he thought of my hard nipples and the barbells that clearly showed through my thin shirt. The walk down the hall was a long one. I found the room and knocked quietly before using the key.
You were waiting for me, but no one else was there. I was nervous. You kissed me, held me for a minute. Then told me to strip and fold my clothes neatly on the dresser. I knew what you wanted so when that was complete I stood with my feet wide apart and my hands behind my neck while you inspected me.
It was hard not to want to cover myself, still not being used to such close scrutiny. You flicked one of my nipples as you walked around me, then seemed to like the idea of my nipples hard because you started rolling both of them between your thumb and finger, a little harder when I moaned. You told me to hush, but I moaned again under my breath a moment later and you pinched one of my nipples really hard. It almost made my legs buckle under me, and it made you laugh and move your hand to my pussy.
"My, aren't you my wet little slut? My little pain slut." I closed my eyes against the tears of joy that threatened to run down my face. "I hope you can please me with your task today, Slut."
You directed me to the edge of the bed and told me to sit and open myself to you. I felt ridiculous and whorish spreading myself open, but it was what you wanted and I could tell you enjoyed seeing me that way. It was in your eyes, in your very slight smile as you leaned close to look me over. You stayed there a long time, brushing your fingertips across me once in a while but not really touching me otherwise. I must have started to relax the position I was in, because out of nowhere you smacked my clit with the back of your hand. I cried out and tried to close my legs but you stopped me.
"I am not finished with my inspection of you, Slut. You can close your legs when I tell you to."
I felt so ashamed that I had made you unhappy, and so quickly. I wanted to cry and apologize but you didn't look like you wanted to hear it.
"Put your legs together slut. I would like you to bring me the bag in the closet." It was heavy and I wanted to open it and look inside, but I knew I'd better not. When you had the bag you pulled out a blindfold.
You then told me that today I would be subjected to pleasuring men for you, but that I was not to know who they were. That they had been told already what they could and could not do to me, and that I was not to object or shy away from whatever they wanted. I was so scared. As you gently pushed me to my knees you told me not to be afraid, that you would be there the whole time and that I would enjoy myself for your sake. You wanted me to find pleasure in being your pet. I shivered when you called me pet, and you noticed and said it again.
"My pet."
Then the blindfold, and I was told to stay where I was and that you would return in a bit. It seemed like forever that I knelt there alone. My knees hurt and my legs strained to hold myself up the way you had taught me, not resting my thighs on my calves. My palms were sweating, I was nervous. It was hard to breathe normally as I got more and more agitated and uncomfortable.
When you finally returned, I could tell there was at least one other person with you by the noises that accompanied you. I couldn't tell how many, though I tried. Being naked, blindfolded and kneeling with my legs spread made me panic a bit, that these people cold see me but I couldn't tell what any of you was thinking. There was more than one voice other than yours, whispering.
