She’s in town for a conference and this is just too wonderful an opportunity to miss. I have made my arrangements, I’m booked into the same hotel and I know her schedule.
I can imagine how nervous and distracted she is, going through the meetings and lunches while knowing that I’m waiting. And not knowing what I will do to her.
She returns to the front desk and finds, among other things, a message from me:
“Playtime starts the minute you receive this note. You will go directly to your room, you will wash and dress in the corset and stockings as you have been instructed. I will call your cell.”
She leaves the front desk and as instructed goes to her room on the fifth floor to prepare for the evening. To prepare for me. A well tipped hotel employee tells me so.
I give her half an hour and then call her cell. She sounds like she’s flustered. I tell her, without asking if she’s ready yet, to walk out of her room, turn left and go to the end of the hall and find the stairs. I tell her to go up the stairs to the seventh floor. I hang up.
I called her from my cell phone, from the seventh floor landing of the stairs she’ll be climbing soon. I’ve already taped a note to the door of the seventh floor:
“Bring this to room 802. Knock twice then wait.” The note is signed only with my initial.
I walk quietly up to the eighth floor and wait to hear that she’s coming. When I hear her on the stairs I close the door softly and go to my room.
It isn’t long before I hear her soft knock on my door. I watch her through the peep hole, she’s so nervous, looking up and down the hall, afraid to be seen in public dressed as she is…
She’s dressed, as I’ve ordered, in a very revealing corset, stockings, black shoes, stilletoes, of course and an almost transparent negligee.
I don’t make her wait too long before I open the door, just long enough to let her know who’s in charge and who is standing about in a hallway, wearing underwear and waiting to be used.
I finally open the door and greet her as if it’s the most normal thing in the world to find a woman in lingerie standing there. She offers the note and I take it with barely a glance. Then, looking hard at her eyes, I say “Kiss!”.
This is a command for her, she’s to step forward and drape her arms passively over my shoulders and behind my neck in preperation to receive a kiss from me. This exposes her body totally to my hands which, this time, move to her hips.
I kiss her gently at first while my hands slide up her body. Her posture has caused her breasts to be lifted from the very scanty protection of the corset and my hands find their way there.
My kiss becomes a little less gentle as my fingers stroke her breasts and finally home in on her nipples. I pinch them between thumb and index finger, gently at first but always, increasing in force. Soon twising and pulling too.
I feel the change in her body, her breathing, and I release her, asking if she’d like to come in. She breathlessly answers “Yes Sir” and I extend a hand to take her negligee.
With only the slightest hesitation she removes it and stands before me, almost naked. I step back from the entrance and invite her in.
I close the door behind her, watching to see that she does as she should. And I’m pleased to see that once she’s inside she awaits further instruction. Though she stands passively waiting her breathing is a little heavy and her legs do not seem to be very steady.
I move to the bar in the living room of my suite and pour myself a whiskey, then I pour her a glass of white wine. I turn towards her with the drinks and holding the wine glass out to her I ask if she’d like a drink. My little sweet obediantly takes the glass with a meek “Thank you, Sir.” and holds it, again waiting for instructions.
I am pleased, with myself for having trained her and mostly with her for doing such a good job of obeying.
I touch my glass to hers, then I say “If you want, you may drink now.” . I drink a good portion of my whiskey while I watch her over the rim of my glass. I don’t feel at all bad about what I’m going to do to her.
Her cheeks are flushed, her breathing is still heavy but she seems steadier now. When my drink is done and her glass is almost empty I reach my hand out towards her. She hands me her glass and I turn back to the bar.
When I’ve put the glasses away I once again command “Kiss.” and she approaches me as she’s been taught, again draping her arms around my neck.
This time I don’t bend down to kiss her so she must rise up on her toes to place her arms the way I like. My hands move to the waist of her panties and undo the clips. I gently slide the panties out from under the garters on her corset as I give her a brief but gentle kiss. Then I order her to kneel.
Instantly, but without rushing, she kneels before me as I inspect her panties. I turn my back to her and walk to the bar so she can see that I’mm looking at the crotch of her panties.
“What’s this?” I demand, holding the panties towards her.
“Sir, they’re my panties.” She replies, sounding a little confused.
“I know what they are, I bought them for you…” I say with an exasperated sigh, “I want to know why they’re so wet.”
With a sharp intake of breath she replies “Sir, it’s because I’m wet down there…”
Her voice trails off and I let the silence hang there a little before I ask “Wet down where?”.
My voice is quieter now. Not a whisper but so much more menacing than any kind of shouting.
With a stammer she responds “My, my pussy, Sir”
“Do you mean your cunt?”
“Yes, Sir.” she whispers.
“Say it.” I command. And she does.
“Why is your cunt wet?”
“Because you excite me, Sir.”
“Do you mean sexually?”
“Yes, Sir” she says, looking down at the floor not just with her eyes now, her face also directed down.
“What kind of woman comes to a man’s hotel room, in her underwear, gets her nipples pinched and finds it sexually arousing?”
I watch her struggle to answer, finally saying, almost too quietly “A whore?”
“What am I going to do with you, you little slut? How should I treat a little whore like you?”
Almost instantly looking me straight in the eye, she answers “Do what you want Sir, I am your slut.”
And I reply “I think I will…”
I turn my back to her and return to the bar for another whiskey, saying, as I pour “Kneel on the table.” I hear her moving as she obeys my command.
I walk to the couch, where she is kneeling on the table, and tell her to turn and face me. I tell her to spread her legs. And she does. I have her spread them wider.
I start to gently touch her cunt, stroking and teasing her, listening to her breathing and watching how her body reacts to my fingers.
At first I’m fairly gentle but soon I have two fingers inside her, playing with her “G” spot while my thumb mashes and rotates on her clit.
By now she’s making moaning noises and her hips seem to have a mind of their own as I ask her questions.
“Do you like that?” “Are you my little whore?” “Do you want to cum now?” “What will you give me if I let you cum?”
I have her turn around an kneel face down with her ass towards me. I fuck her with three fingers while my thumb rubs against her asshole. She’s sloppy with her own juices as I make her describe how she wants to be used.
I forbid her to cum, describing how she’ll be punished if she does, teasing her until she’s almost ready then stopping. Over and over. Then with no warning I stop. I tell her I have to go out for a few minutes and that she’s to wait for me there.
I put on my jacket and I go…
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“So what then?” George asks. His rum and coke sits in front of him, neglected, in the piano lounge where we are talking. With his breathing and flushed face I’m beggining to worry about his health.
“That’s it” I say, ever so cool. “I put my jacket on and came down here to meet you.”
He looks confused as he says “So she’s still up there? Kneeling on a table? Waiting for you?”
I shrug and say “She’d better be…”
Shaking his head he asks “What now?”
“Normally” I say “I’d go upstairs and fuck her to pieces but tonight’s a little different. I’m finally going to tell her how much I love her.”
At that I rise, drop a twenty on the table, to cover the drinks, and grab my jacket. I leave George staring at his drink as I head back up to suite 802 and my love.
And a long night of fun.
