And that excitement made her other decision about when to put the collar on that much easier. Alone in the elevator, starting at the mirror reflection of herself on the doors, she stared into her own eyes as she put the steel collar to her throat and closed it. There. Now the whole world could see and know of her enslavement. She hoped her Mistress would be pleased when she saw it.
The top floor, where the Mistress was staying, only had a few suites, so when the doors opened and Nora stepped out of the elevator, she knew she'd be by herself. She was, but she still walked quickly to the room. She didn't want to keep the Mistress waiting.
She knocked on the door, and when it opened, she was slightly disappointed to see the maid standing there. The maid gave Nora a questioning look. "My Mistress summoned me," Nora simply said. The maid stepped aside and let Nora in. When the door was closed, the maid simply said, "Strip." Nora began taking off her clothes, one item at a time, and handing them to the maid who neatly placed them in the closet. As she undressed, she looked a few times at the maid and a kinky thought entered her mind. What would she do if her Mistress commanded her to have sex with the maid? The maid wasn't really anyone that Nora would be interested in, but if it was her Mistress's command, she decided she would obey. She imagined herself and the maid, naked on the bed and tribbing while Mrs. Willcott sat off to the side and watched. At last, when Nora was nude, except for the steel collar, the maid pointed in the direction of the bedroom. Apparently, the maid would not be joining them after all.
Nora started to walk in the direction of the bedroom, where she guessed Mrs. Willcott was waiting for her, but she heard the maid say, "No!" Nora turned around and the maid said, "Crawl to the Mistress." Without a word of objection, the naked woman got down on her hands and knees and crawled to the bedroom.
As she approached, she could hear Mrs. Willcott's voice. The older woman was speaking to someone, and Nora worried that someone else was with her Mistress, that she might be asked to perform for an audience -- or maybe to service another mistress -- but when she crawled into the room, she found Mrs. Willcott alone and speaking on a cell phone. The older woman was sitting in a large, cushioned chair, wearing a pink silk robe. Nora wondered if the woman wore any clothing beneath the robe, and she got her answer when Mrs. Willcott saw the concierge, naked, on her hands and knees in the doorway and immediately parted her legs, pushed aside the robe, and revealed her pussy -- that same pussy that Nora had fantasized about on so many nights.
Nora crawled across the room until her head was in between her Mistress's legs, in her crotch. She could see the hairy bush, smell its musky odor. She leaned in even closer and stuck out her tongue to begin her devoted service. Meanwhile, Mrs. Willcott continued to speak to the person on the phone. They talked business, and Nora felt like she was being completely ignored, even as she stuck her tongue deeper into her Mistress's pussy. She didn't mind, though. She understood her role in this tableau; she understood that she was only a slave, serving at her Mistress's whim.
And here, on her hands and knees, she revelled in that slavery. As she breathed in the odor of the pussy and felt the coarse pubic hair rub against her face, all of the submissive sensations that she experienced last year came flooding back to her. She felt so horny and wanted to touch herself, but she knew that this moment belonged to her Mistress. She had to dedicate all of her attention and energy to pleasuring her. Soon (much too soon!) she felt the older woman's hips start to rock against her face, and she could taste an increase of pussy juice leak onto her tongue and flow into her mouth. Nora swallowed it eagerly and tried to stick her tongue further into the hot cunt. Her nose rubbed up against her Mistress's clit, and after a moment of this, she heard the woman approach her orgasm.
Whoever Mrs. Willcott was speaking to must have already been familiar with the wealthy woman's games because Mrs. Willcott explained, "Yes, I've got some bitch who works at the hotel between my legs. She's pretty good at sucking cunt." That tiny bit of acknowledgement spurred Nora on, and she pulled her tongue out of the hot, wet pussy and covered the clit with her mouth, sucking hard and flicking her tongue. It was enough to send her Mistress over the edge. "Oh -- that's it!" Mrs. Willcott cried out. Her hips went wild as she had her orgasm.
When Mrs. Willcott's hips had settled down, and her breathing returned to normal, she covered the phone with her free hand and looked down at the slave still on her hands and knees before her with her face in her crotch. She whispered a final command to Nora, "Leave -- now!"
Disappointed, but not about to disobey, Nora reluctantly pulled her face from between the woman's legs, which quickly closed. Nora thought about standing up, but instead decided the best thing to do would be to further demonstrate her submission. She quickly bowed her head to the floor, uttered a sincere, "Thank you, Mistress," and then turned and crawled out of the room, just as she had crawled in. She found the maid waiting for her near the door of the suite. The maid helped Nora dress and then let her out the door.
As she walked back to the elevator with her Mistress's warm cum still on her face, Nora was disappointed that her Mistress hadn't said anything to her about the collar. Oh well, maybe there will be another opportunity for Mrs. Willcott to acknowledge that article of Nora's submission while the woman was staying at the hotel. She wondered, as she walked to the elevator, would she be able to get back to her room without taking the collar off and without being seen by any of the hotel staff? She was glad she didn't have the key with her, because she knew that once she returned to the room, she would just put the collar back on again, tear off her clothes, lie down on the bed and masturbate furiously to orgasm after orgasm.
