She felt like she was waiting a long time already. She knew that it could not be more than just a few minutes, but the time moved so slowly now, most likely because she was nervous and had no idea what was about to happen.
She could feel her heartbeat and at times she felt she was shaking a little bit from all the thoughts going through her head.
Here she was, wearing an eye mask as a blindfold, kneeling on an ottoman inside a hotel room of a stranger that she barley knew. He dared her to take his room key, go up to his room and present herself like this for him to come up and join her later.
Her ass was displayed up high, for him ... or actually for anyone that could possibly enter the room. The thought of someone else, maybe the cleaning maid, would find her like this, went through her head a couple of times but she quickly focused to get rid of that idea, knowing that when he would enter, whatever he would do with her, would be not only memorable and meaningful, but actually give her what she secretly wanted for such a long time.
For years she had fantasies about finding a strong dominant man that would control her sexually, take advantage of her and just let go completely. She never meet a person she could trust and in a way, she did not really know if she could trust him. What she did was to trust her own intuition and feelings and as he made her do this in such a subtle and yet still determined way, there could not be much wrong with it. Any risks had to be ignored if she wanted to get the satisfaction and the reward she yearned for so often.
The short black leather skirt was moved up following his instructions, so that she was sure the butt plug that was inside her ass was clearly visible. He had inserted it before they had dinner earlier and told her that only he would be allowed to remove it. She wondered what it looked like but she could not dare to look and check as following his orders was more important.
Beside the coat that had been her cover since arriving earlier at the hotel which was now gone, the only other attire was the corset she loved so much ... which means that her breasts were now handing down freely, nothing covering them, nothing keeping them in position.
She pictured herself from behind, from the side ... tried to imagine the image she would be giving him once he would arrive. Was it that of a submissive woman in full control by her dominant? And more important, was it what he liked and expected? He had not seen much of her body before, would he like her? She wasn't the most athletic woman around and often she felt that if she wanted to be more successful in dating, she might lose a few pounds, but somehow so far he did not care. For some reason he just wanted to be with her on his terms and there was never any hint that he might not like what he could so.
Yet, now was different. She was exposed. Her pussy was on display for him and there was no modesty. Her ass was up high allowing him to see the full shape of her round buttocks. And her breasts with her pointy nipples were hanging down, something he surly would notice the moment he took just a small step to the side. What if he would be disappointed in her? Could that happen?
Clearly he cannot be unhappy with her based on how she followed his demands. She did everything she remembered exactly how he said it. So at least for that he would be satisfied with her.
When would he finally arrive? It must be more than 10 minutes already! He said he would leave 10 minutes after her. It took her a bit also to get into position, plus she hesitated a bit before calling the elevator and again before entering the room. She dared not to look around his private stuff, after all she was in his private space now. Did he maybe make her wait on purpose? She remembered again that she arrived late for the meeting in the hotel lobby before dinner, but after he hugged and kissed her and while he took her for dinner, he did not say a single word about her being late despite knowing from their texting before the meeting that he insisted her to be on time.
Maybe it wasn't 10 minutes and she just felt like it, after all when you are waiting so strongly with anticipation, time is not moving faster - it is the exact opposite.
And then suddenly she could her the noise from the door mechanism. Someone was entering the room! It must be him! It cannot be anyone else? She took a very deep breath, so that it was audible in the whole hotel room.
She heard before that when you lose one sense, the others are sharpened. She did not know if that was true based on her previous experience, but certainly she could hear someone behind her and with her being blindfolded, maybe she could focus on it more. The door was eventually closing again and she could make out steps of someone walking behind her.
Yes, it was him. She just knew it. Even though no words were spoken and she dared not to say anything, it was the only explanation. It made her relieved in some way, but it did not really take away the nervousness as there was still the anticipation of what would and could happen.
Then his hands touched her. Her ass. Wow, it felt amazing. He was slowly and gently caressing her ass cheeks with both of his hands. It felt soft, yet as with his demands and requirements, she also felt it to be strong at the same time - especially when he rushed to explore different areas. Her hands moved up and down, even gently touching the inside of her thighs, but never close enough to get to her pussy - which was certainly wet right now. She knew it must be and she knew that he knew it even though directly touching her there.
Her breathing intensified more and more, as if she would be synchronizing it with his touch, with his control over her that he exercised through his hands. She knew that she was getting more and more wet and she secretly hoped that he would touch her there where he could feel it, where he could explore her. Actually, she was so excited already that her thoughts were getting more focused on the idea of him using her, using her for sex, using his manhood and entering it into her pussy. Using her, fucking her, any way he wanted. She fantasized about that a lot, in fact it started already when they first saw it each other and it continued often in preparation for this meeting, but the need to actually experience it was never as strong as it was now.
One of his hands started exploring wider areas, in fact both ass cheeks now, while the other one was suddenly gone. She wondered what he was doing until she realized that he had moved to the side of the ottoman and felt his other hand grab one of her breasts.
A loud moan escaped her mouth now. She was not sure if this was OK, she still dared not to talk - despite not being told to be quiet. It just felt appropriate to wait for him to tell her if he wanted to hear anything. The moaning was something she could not control however, it just happened and it was fully generated by him and his exploration of her body.
Ultimately he must like what he could see and feel, after all why would he spend so much time to touch and caress her like this, exploring her, watching her, playing with her. In a twisted way she felt satisfied and happy, maybe even proud to some extend as she now knew that he liked her and did not tell her to get the coat back on and leave. No, he wanted to take more from her and there was nothing else that she wanted and actually needed more at this moment than that: when was he finally taking her and get from her anything he wanted?
How could he be so patient? How could he wait and not use his hard cock and push it deep into her? He must be at least as excited as she was now? He had not even touched her pussy yet, isn't that what guys enjoy when a half naked woman was exposed in front of them?
After he used both of his hands to explore her breasts more, he obviously must have moved to the front when he used a finger to trace the outline of her face. The finger followed everything that was on there, the area above and below the eye mask, her cheeks, her lips ... so gentle and so arousing and hot at the same time. His other hand moved down to her neck, an area where she felt very sensitive - but she could not dare to move or shake just because he caressed her there. After a while one of his hands grabbed her by the neck ... it was not rough and in no way something that made her jump, but still it was a bit unexpected as it seemed suddenly more determined than what he did before. The message she got from it was him showing her 'you are mine' and right now she had to agree.
"I told you yesterday that I expect you to arrive on time. Yet, you were late for our appointment. I cannot ignore that," he said with a very calm and quiet voice that still gave her absolutely no doubt that he was not happy about it.
Now she felt really nervous and did not know what to say or how to handle this at all. So far she hoped it wasn't important, after all they had dinner and nothing was said - but now when she was here so exposed and basically kneeling in display in front of him, he reminded her. It felt like she had just been slapped except that in reality he only held her by the neck.
Before she could come up with any response that would be appropriate, he continued:
"I will punish you for that and you will gladly accept and take it. Confirm that you understand," he said more determined with a similar voice as before.
"Yes, Sir," she eventually replied with a shaking voice - knowing that this was the only possible answer that she could give now.
"Stand up," he ordered, before he helped her with it making her stand next to the ottoman on her high heeled boots. After that he sat down on the piece of furniture and then made her bend over his lap, making sure that her skirt was folded up again, exposing her ass and the butt plug once more.
