I can't tell you exactly how I felt when I got the text: I have plans for you this weekend. Check your email.
Obediently, I opened my email account and found this note waiting for me: "You have been asking for a rendezvous weekend. I have one planned. All arrangements have already been completed. Pack your bags. You will need: a black lace thong, a pair of black high heels, an outfit to wear into the hotel and an outfit to wear out once our weekend is over, a book or two, a few basic toiletries, and nothing else. I am bringing everything else you will need. You will not masturbate or have any attention given to your pussy until then." The instructions brought a smile to my lips and I felt my panties dampen against my pussy as my mind lingered over the promise of a fun weekend. I practically groaned out loud, "It's only Wednesday."
I badgered him for details but the only information I could forge from his tight-lipped monosyllabic answers was that it was a weekend seminar he had to attend and because his colleague had cancelled at the last minute he had decided to bring me. But it was when he said, "No one will know you are with me. For no reason, other than that's the way I planned it." Maybe it was his tone of voice, maybe it was what was implied – whatever it was I felt my body tense and a twinge of anticipation throbbed within my lower pelvic area!
Our plane left at 9pm Friday night. I could hardly wait until he got home from work. My bag had been packed for a couple of days, to tell the truth, since Wednesday. His large suitcase sitting by the front door made me nervous and excited me all at the same time. He had cleverly locked it, not only to keep the contents a secret but also because he knew the lock would serve to ignite my excitement. Over breakfast that morning he had found every excuse to touch me, I was already a ball of pent up excitement and was on a breaking point. Four days without release is hard on a girl if you are used to the release on a regular basis. I practically burst into tears when he slid his hand down the front of my pajama pants and cupped my pussy in his hand while he whispered how much he was looking forward to the weekend. His finger lingered, a little longer on my clit as he withdrew his hand and started to head out for work.
With desperation and defiance I spoke at his retreating back, "I have to work from home today, is it against your rule if I masturbate with no climax."
I didn't think he had heard me. His routine of jacket, briefcase, car keys didn't stop and he didn't even look at me. But something made me hesitate saying it again or even asking if he had heard me. Then he had stopped at the front door, hand on the knob and without turning around spoke with a hard voice, "You can hump my suitcase if you like. You can slide your pussy on the zipper and drag your slutty wet cunt across the handle but you will not climax and you had better hope the valet can't figure out what the smell is when I ask him. Actually I order you to do this. Make sure you slide yourself all over it like a dog in heat."
I could tell from his voice my question had not pleased him and the tears stung my eyes knowing his answer was more punishment than pleasure. I had been obedient though. After a morning of calls and emails I had thrown myself onto his suitcase and humped it like the obedient bitch I am. The zipper was cold and uncomfortable on my clit and the leather handle hard and stiff against my pussy lips but it brings blush to my lips when I think about how many times I had to stop in order to avoid cumming.
Finally he was home and we headed for the airport. Though he looked at little longer at his suitcase he didn't ask or say anything about my performance earlier. In fact, we talked about mundane things on the way and during our wait in the airport. A casual passerby would never have guessed what thoughts raced through our minds.
On the plane his voice changed, it became more authoritative and hard. "As soon as the seatbelt lights turn off, go to the bathroom, take off your panties and put this in your pussy." He handed me an innocuous silver egg with a tiny wire. I wondered briefly how he had gotten it through security. As soon as the seatbelt light flashed off I walked down the airplane aisle and stepped into the tiny bathroom. I took off my panties and placed the silver egg into my pussy. No need for lube, my pussy was already damply slick. I walked slowly back to the seat, my pussy carefully clenched around the egg. I saw him turn slightly in his seat and our eyes met momentarily. Almost immediately I felt a tremor of vibration and I had to bite my lip to keep back an involuntary groan. Even though I had suspected, known, what it was I wasn't prepared for my reaction. Somehow I made it back to my seat and I sat down carefully. The pressure of the seat and his increase of the vibration took my breath away. "How does it feel?"
"Very nice, sir."
For the rest of the plane ride he would increase the speed, turn it down, off, on to full speed. It was a most pleasant torture, and my clit throbbed with a need for release. "Are you going to let me cum?" I whispered hoarsely.
"What?" he asked.
"Are you going to let me cum," I whispered again leaning towards him.
"Ask me out loud and I will think about it."
I pleaded with my eyes but I couldn't say it out loud. He laughed. "So stubborn." And turned the vibrator on high for a few seconds before turning it off completely. I almost cried.
Finally the plane landed. We rented a car and checked into the hotel. He specifically ordered a valet to help us with the baggage. We were silent as we walked to our room but at the door of our room he had turned to the man helping us. "I have a question for you, my bag smells oddly this sounds crazy but would you just smell it to see what you think?"
My cheeks reddened furiously and I couldn't help my quick intake of breath. The man bent down to put his nose closer to the suitcase – maybe it was my imagination but he stood up quickly and no longer met my eyes when he answered, "No sir, smells like the rubber of the conveyor belt to me." Even later – turning the moment over in my head – I wasn't convinced he hadn't lied.
It wasn't until the door clicked behind us that he said anything.
"So we have talked about a lot of things. Some of which we have never been able to try for whatever reason. I am going to try to pack a lot into this weekend. Think you can handle it." I nodded. "You will not speak unless explicitly directed to, you will only do what I am told. Think you can handle this?" I nodded again. "Good, go take your clothes off and wait for me in the shower. Don't turn the water on and don't take that egg out of your pussy."
I stood in the shower stall naked. Waiting. And waiting. I could hear him moving around in the bedroom. I didn't dare leave the shower and I knew I couldn't ask him how long he was going to be without being impertinent. Finally I heard him approaching, but all he did was close the door to the shower stall on me use the sink to wash his face and brush his teeth. He left the bathroom. I heard the TV turn on and then heard him speaking, on the phone I assumed. Then I heard him returning. The stall door opened. He reached out and yanked my hair, twisting it around his fist and pulling me down, "On your knees." I hit the tile harder than I planned and I winced in pain, but the next moment the pain was forgotten as a stream of warm piss hit my chest. His hand left my hair and I felt the egg inside my pussy stir to a medium speed. I looked down and watched the yellow stream down my thighs and puddle at my knees before going down the drain. "Suck me clean."
I looked up sharply. But he did not appear to be joking so I leaned up on my knees and took his limp cock head in my mouth. It spasmed and hardened slightly in my mouth. The salty taste of his urine gagged me and I felt a line of drool fall out of my mouth as I frantically tried to rid myself of the taste. "SUCK me clean." I sucked harder and his cock responded by getting harder. He pushed his hips into me and I felt his cock slam into the back of my throat.
"Enough."
And then the stall door closed. I heard his voice from the other side, "Don't move until I come back."
His piss dried, stinging my skin slightly with its acidity. The vibration in my vagina soothed me and I focused on the pleasure building up in my pussy since it took my mind away from the discomfort of the being naked in a puddle of piss. How long I stayed like that I am not sure. I didn't cum. The pain of my awkward position on the hard tile, the smell and feel of drying piss hampered my pleasure. I heard him come back in and the door opened again. I barely had a chance to look up when another warm stream of piss hit me on the top of my head. I closed my eyes and moaned as the vibrator in my pussy increased in speed and the rivulets of warm liquid dripped down my hair. He didn't ask me to clean him this time; he just wiped his cock in my hair and turned on shower. The water that hit me was so cold it practically knocked me over. I don't know if the cold shower would have continued, but there was a knock at the hotel door.
"Fix the temperature. Clean yourself up, take the egg from your pussy and make sure its smooth for me." He called over his shoulder as he left the bathroom.
When I finished I came out and found him sitting on the bed. There was a platter of food on the table and lying next to the platter was a cup of ice, a riding crop, a wooden paddle, and ball gag. "Before you are allowed to eat, I get to redden your ass. Bend over the bed. Ass in the air."
I obeyed.
I heard the iced tinkle in the glass and then felt him run it over my asshole and down to my pussy. It was a thick piece of ice and I winced slightly when he shoved into in my vagina. "Hold this in, if it falls out you will be punished." I felt the heat of my pussy already start to melt the ice and I realized no matter how tightly I held it, the ice was going to melt and eventually it would fall out. Already tiny rivulets of cold water were dripping down my thighs. He reached through my legs pinching my pussy lips together viciously, "Hold it in slut, is your cunt so loose you can't hold it?"
"Its melting." I whined.
He responded with a painful pull of my pussy and an insertion of the ball gag into my mouth. "If I want to hear your opinion, I will ask for it. Understand? I thought I made this clear...this weekend even when you are without your ball gag I only want you to talk if I ask you specifically. Understand."
I gurgled slightly and resigned myself to nodding my head.
The movement of nodding my head caused the melting piece of ice to slip from my pussy and I groaned when I heard it tinkle onto a glass plate he had placed underneath my pussy. He laughed.
I felt the stinging blow of the riding crop smack across my ass. The blow was delivered with a strength not often used in our play and it literally took my breath away. My legs trembled and I momentarily fell forward on to the bed.
"This will never do."
I felt him grab my hair and drag me over to the couch in the sitting area of our hotel room. Unceremoniously he draped me over the high arm. My ass was forced up in air so no matter how my body reacted to your spankings it would never fall.
"Don't move."
He walked away, when he returned he replaced the plate beneath me and shoved a piece of ice into my pussy. This time, however, a shower of blows from the wooden paddle rained down on my ass and it wasn't long before the ice slipped from my vagina and tinkled on to the plate. My reddening ass was cropped and then another ice cube shoved into my pussy. Again the wooden paddle, the tinkle of ice on the plate, the crop. This was repeated until my legs shook violently, spittle covered the couch, puddling from both sides of the ball gag and my ass felt like it was on fire.
Finally, a cropping was not followed by a rough insertion of ice and I felt his hands slide over my ass, caressing the welts and fingering the furrows of heat left by the crop.
"Time to eat." He said as he took the ball gag from my mouth.
After a silent dinner in our bedroom area he told me to stay there and walked into the sitting area. I heard the TV click on and chair springs as he settled down. "Crawl in here," he commanded. I obediently got down on my hands and knees and crawled in the sitting area. "Come here, I want a stool that can suck my cock." I crawled, my head towards him. His cock lay, semi hard, in front of me. I felt his legs rest on my back and I leaned forward taking his cock in my mouth. I began slowly, sucking without moving but it wasn't long before and I forgot myself. I yelped when I felt the crop on my ass.
"I want a stool to suck my cock, not a vibrating leg rest."
