What Do You Really Want?

I nibbled on the food while I watched the woman hang the garment bag. I wonder what is inside. You had said we were going on a boat trip. What would I be wearing on a boat that would need to be in a garment bag? The man takes the small bag into the bathroom and seems to remove some items. I hear water running. He then returns with the bag and places it on the bureau. They both stand at the ready for whatever is to come next. I see you watching me and I know you are waiting for a reaction. I refuse to play your game this time, relaxing back in the bed. I wait until I can see you start to stir a bit, knowing you are getting impatient.

I stretch and yawn, allowing the sheet to fall away from the top of my body. The addressing the woman I ask, “Ok, where shall we begin?”

“This way madam,” she responds, gesturing toward the bathroom. I stand and walk past you, swaying my hips, knowing you will watch. I am followed by both of the servants and as we enter they direct me toward the tub. I slide into the tub and shut my eyes thinking to relax. The man puts a hand on my head and pushes me under. I flail around and come up sputtering. “So sorry maam,” he says, but I think I detect a smirk. He holds out a large fluffy towel and I step out. I am dried off and directed to sit on a bench. The woman begins massaging my hands with lotion then doing my nails while the man does the same for my feet. Then they pick up razors and I am directed to stand while they remove all unnecessary hair. I imagine I am supposed to be embarrassed by being handled by two strangers, but after the last few days, I am not fazed a bit. Again I sit as the woman pulls my hair up in a rather pretty updo. She then does my makeup. More than I usually wear, but it does look good.

I walk out and turn around in front of you and you nod your approval. Now I wonder what will be next. The man goes to the bag and removes a white leather harness. It's the one from the store. My eyes light up and I look at you wondering how you managed to get it. He brings it over and begins to buckle it on my body. The straps are tight and I remember the woman saying it would stretch with time. For now I am a bit concerned as my breasts are squeezed until they are very pronounced and the straps are putting such great pressure against my still tender pussy. The woman has pulled out a large silver vibe and directs me to spread my legs so that it and be inserted and attached to the harness to keep it deep inside me. I feel it fill me up and it is almost but not quite painful. The man returns to the bag once more taking out a complicated looking contraption that appears to combine a set of nipple clamps and a necklace. It is fastened around my neck and the rings attached to the nipples. They squeeze just enough to be stimulating, but not hurt. The necklace is beautiful with several layers of rings intertwined and a chain that dangles a little down the back. A set of matching earrings are put on me as well.

Once again I walk over to model for you. I can see the heat in your eyes and it makes me feel oh so wet. I walk over and look in the full length mirror. I know I look hot, but I can't wait to see what else is awaiting me. I walk back over and am directed to sit. Stockings are slowly rolled up my legs and shoes with a somewhat low heel are buckled on my feet. I stand and a dress is slipped over my head. It is strapless but there are laced cinched very tight up the back. The outlines of the straps of the harness can be seen clearly through the top but it looks like it is meant to go together.

Finally you stand and I know I must be ready for whatever is next. You walk over and run your hands over my body through the dress, making me shiver and my pussy squeeze the vibe. You take my breasts in your hands and feel the harness squeezing them, rubbing your thumbs across my hard tender nipples. Your hand goes up to my neck and without thinking I am rubbing against it. I feel you grasping the chain that is a part of the necklace and I feel the pressure increase a bit on the clamps making me gasp just a bit. Then you look into my eyes and give a sharp tug. I cry out as it makes the clamps tighten. You nod approvingly and without letting go kiss me hard. You take a small clutch purse from the waiter and hand it to me and we leave.

You have a car waiting downstairs and we climb into the back. Without a word we leave, so I figure the driver must know where we are going. As we drive you stare at me and I begin to feel a little self-conscious. After a few minutes you reach over and begin rubbing one hand up and down my leg, feeling the smoothness of the stocking. Your hand soon stops at my mound, my dress bunched up at my hips, the heel of your hand pressing hard against me. Your other hand continues to play with the chain about my neck and I am tense waiting for something to happen. I feel to wet and full and want so much to have some true release, but that is not in your plan. I try to rub myself against your hand, but you just press the heel flat against my nub. I can not get any real friction. You are still looking into my eyes seeing my frustration and reveling in it. We soon pull up to a dock and get out. As you lead me toward a boat, I realize it is much larger than I expected and it seems as if there is a party going on there.

Just before we board, you stop and turn me around. “These are my most important clients I have in the US , Princess. I need you to be at your most charming.” “Of course, Dog”. I nod and turn to walk away just as I feel a buzzing deep inside me, making me stumble. You take my arm to steady me and whisper in my ear “That vibe is set to go off at random intervals all evening.” With that you tug on the chain once again, and I have to struggle not to cry out. “Just be sure you remain the perfect lady this evening, or your punishment will be most severe.” As we go to meet your clients I think, how much worse could it be than this? I am sure I will end up finding out.