I have wanted this for so long, my body is actually craving it. There has been nothing else on my mind for the last five days, making these plans have been consuming my thoughts. I promised him that I would not masturbate so my body will be primed for him. The time finally arrived where I am walking up to the door of the motel, room number 17. The door is painted a bright red and I start to wonder if that is a sign for me to stop. If I do this, will it bring me to an edge that I will never get back from? Just as I approach the door, a strong breeze blows up my very short skirt and inside of my jacket. I am only wearing the skirt, a bra and a very thin white shirt that shows off my cleavage. The breeze makes my nipples harder than they already are, so pronounced that I feel a tickle between my legs.
I knock at the door and when it opens, he steps away for me to enter. The room is cool and dimly lit. The red lights that surround the room are typical of a motel such as this. There is a couch and fireplace in the front of the room, with a table in the corner, and then the king size bed with four posts in the back of the room. I put the bag of toys that I was instructed to bring down by my feet just as he commands me to turn to him. I turn to face him and he roughly rips my jacket open and pulls it off of my arms.
"I want to make sure that your are dressed as I have instructed."
He runs his hands across my shoulders and then down over my chest. He stops at my nipples and feels how hard they are, even through the shirt and bra. He takes them between his fingers, grabs tight and starts to twist them. I wince with pain, but with a smile across my face at the same time.
"Oh, the whore likes pain."
"Yes Master" I answered.
After a few more seconds of assaulting my nipples, he moves his hands down between my legs.
"Spread your legs for me." he commanded.
He runs his fingers along my thighs and starts to insert his fingers into my pussy's slit. My pussy is so wet and slick, his fingers glide with ease.
"I see you have dressed like I have instructed, no panties."
He is stroking my slit, moving up and down, but not touching my clit. I try to move my hips forward so he will touch my sweet spot, but he avoids it.
"I have barely touched you and already you are soaked. Take your clothes off and turn around" he says.
I pull the blouse over my head, remove my bra and step out of my skirt. I turn so my back is towards him and he grabs me by the back of the neck and starts to walk me towards the table in the corner of the room. Just as my upper thighs hit the table he says,
"Spread your legs wide for your Master and bend over putting your palms on the table."
I do as he asks and can feel the wave of cool air wash over my pussy.
"Do not lift your hands from the table and face the wall at all times, understand slave?"
"Yes Master" I replied.
I could hear him walk away and start to rustle through the bag I brought with me. In the bag I had brought clamps with chain attachments, a thin double paddle, collar, ball gag, dildos, butt plug, blindfold and all the cuffs and straps needed to tie someone up in numerous positions. The rustling stops and hear him walk back over to me. I can feel the heat from his body and know that he is just as excited as I am. He craves to discipline and dominate someone also, going farther than most other women would let him. The blindfold comes across my eyes and he starts to tighten it around my head, everything goes black.
"You have a beautiful ass, but I need to make the whore's ass perfect for it's Master."
Just then I feel a hard slap across my ass, to where I go up on my tip toes and a moan escapes my mouth.
"I need my whore's ass to be dark red, that will make it perfect."
An even harder slap across my ass again.
"You like that don't you?" He says.
"Yes Master, may I have another?"
Slap. Slap. Slap.
"Thank you Master, may I have more?" I said.
Slap. Slap. My body was so hot, I needed this, needed to be controlled and taken advantage of. Just then, his hands returned to my pussy and I didn't think it would be possible, but it was even wetter than before. He is using multiple fingers and tickling the lips.
He grabs the hair at the base my neck, pulls my head roughly back and says "Push your pussy out to it's master, present it to me!"
I shift my hips outwards to him and push back onto his fingers. I feel my pussy lips spread farther apart.
"You really are a whore, you are so wet and love being my slave. Open your slut mouth!" He said.
"Yes Master." I said.
His fingers withdraw from my pussy and are then shoved into my mouth.
"You need to taste the whore in you, know that you are here for my pleasure."
His fingers were so wet and I loved the taste of my pussy. I used my tongue to clean his fingers thoroughly and licked everywhere my tongue would let me.
"You like the way your pussy tastes, don't you?"
I really did, I loved the fact that someone controlling me got me so hot and craving the domination.
"Yes Master" I responded.
He grabbed me by the neck again and forced me to lay down with my chest on the table.