Hotel room

You walk into the hotel lobby, past reception and into the lift. You're already nervous and when the lift doors close you get a shiver of nerves and excitement as you begin to realise what you are doing. As the lift climbs up to the 10th floor you think about your situation- you agreed to meet me after an online chat, you don't know much about me at all but you liked how I made you feel. You like the idea of being helpless, of letting someone have control over you in every way. The stories I told you online made you feel excited, and the idea that it could happen for real thrilled you so much that you decided it had to happen.

 

 

 

The lift doors open and you look at the sign and follow it down the corridor to room 1012. Nerves start to take hold and you stand outside the door for a minute trying to decide whether to knock. You know that you have agreed that once you go inside the room that you will not have any say in what happens, that you will have to obey or face consequences. You don't know the consequences- you have told me how far you want to go but you have no idea if I will stick to the rules.

 

 

 

You finally see your hand reaching up and knocking, almost on its own. The knocking stirs up new nerves, but they don't have time to take hold before I open the door and invite you inside. Taking a deep breath you step through the door…

 

 

 

To your surprise I tell you to sit down and pour you a drink. I sit opposite and for a few minutes we talk about your day, how nervous you are, and what a nice room it is. You feel yourself starting to relax as it seems that you didn't have a reason to be nervous- I seem like a nice guy and you feel more confident in my company.

 

 

 

I stand up, and offer you another drink. You accept, but instead of pouring I walk behind your chair and tell you to stand up.

 

 

 

"If you want that drink you'll have to do something for me," you hear me say.

 

 

 

Suddenly all the nerves are back, you want to run from the room but you know the door is locked. You have no choice but to listen to what I want you to do, and you wonder what it could be.

 

 

 

You stand up, and face forward, with me behind your chair. "Take off your top" I say and you look down, take a deep breath and undo your buttons. Your hands are shaking but now there is a different feeling- you are beginning to warm up. You know that I could tell you to do anything and you would have to do it, and the thought makes you feel good- dirty and slutty but good.

 

 

 

You finish undoing your buttons and slip off your top, and I tell you to undo your bra. You reach behind you and unhook it, and let it fall to the ground. I tell you to go to the middle of the room, and I sit down in your chair. You take a deep breath and turn around, and I look at your breasts, asking you to lift each and then let it drop.

 

 

 

"Very nice," I say, and you feel cold and warm at the same time. "Take off your shoes, socks and jeans."

 

 

 

You undo your shoes, and take them off with your socks. Then you unbutton your jeans, and push them down, stepping out of them. You are wearing a black g-string, as I had asked you to do, and it hardly covers anything- you feel like you are already naked. You can almost feel my eyes crawling over your body, and you start thinking that this must be what a whore or a stripper would feel like. Standing in front of a man she hardly knows, letting him see her whole body like an object. You are very excited and start to feel a tingle between your legs.

 

 

 

I tell you to turn around, and bend over, holding onto your legs. You do so, and you hear me get out of the chair and stand behind you. Without warning you feel a sharp pain and hear a 'whack' as I spank you- once, again, and a third time. You feel me reach between your legs and touch your pussy, and when you realise that I know you are enjoying the experience you feel embarrassed.

 

 

 

"Take them off" you hear me say, and you reach down and pull off your g-string. I asked you to shave before you came, and you hear me give a "mmm" of approval as I see your naked pussy. You didn't realise you could ever go this far, and you feel a little surprised at yourself- letting me see you like this, almost asking me to take advantage of you.

 

 

 

I tell you to stand up and turn around, hands behind your back. It is now for the first time that I see you entirely naked. You feel small, vulnerable and slightly scared, and yet at the same time you begin to give in to the pleasure you are feeling. I am treating you as an object, lower than a stripper. You are worse than a whore as you don't expect any money. This is the feeling you had been thinking about when you were persuaded to put an ad online- you are now in the moment, standing without any clothes on in front of a man who could do anything to you.

 

 

 

"I have decided to call you 'slut'," I say. "That's what you are- what kind of a girl would let a guy do this to her? You want to be tied up and fucked, and taken control of, and you even advertised on the internet. That makes you a slut, and a bad, bad girl. That's how I'm going to treat you."

 

 

 

You wonder what this means but you don't have time to think before I tell you to get me a drink. You walk to the bench and pour me a red wine, and as you walk back and hand it to me you see that I am looking at your body the whole time. "Turn on the TV," I say- "I'm going to fuck with you when I'm ready." You turn it on with the remote and find the sport channel, and I tell you to kneel down. You kneel with your head down and hands behind your back, in front of the chair where I have sat down. You prepare yourself for the fact that I am going to tell you to go down on me. It won't be so bad, you tell yourself- I look like a clean guy, and this was what you knew you were letting yourself in for. You will have to pleasure me in whichever way I want and you are enjoying the fact that you have given up all the control over your body.

 

 

 

However, I do not tell you to suck me. You wait, and wait for a little while longer. Suddenly it dawns on you that I am not just treating you like a sex object, but like an object. I will use you when I want, and I will keep you waiting when I want. Just realising this makes you feel even lower than before. You realise I don't care about how hot or horny you feel, but I will take you as and when I feel like it. It is now that you start to realise what the role of a sub is. To please your Master, in whatever way he wants, whenever he wants you to, no matter how you feel.

 

 

 

As you kneel, waiting on me, you wonder how I am going to use you. Will I tie you down and fuck you? Will I make you deep throat me? Will I get pleasure from hurting you? There are so many ways I could give you pain… Will I do something you hadn't even thought of…?

 

 

 

After a long time I turn off the TV. You wake up from your thoughts and realise that it is now that your session really begins. You watch as I walk over to a bag on the floor and put it on the bed. Reaching inside, I pull out things that up till now you had only seen in your imagination or on the internet- clamps, a long blue dildo, a bright orange butt plug, handcuffs, rope… Your mind starts to race as you wonder exactly how I intend to use all of them on you.

 

 

 

I tell you to get up, and to stand facing the mirror on the wall in the middle of the hotel room, with your hands behind your head. Seeing yourself naked in the mirror you realise how vulnerable you are, and the fact that I still have all my clothes on makes the feeling even stronger. You watch as I cuff your wrists behind your head, and put a leather collar around your neck. I attach the chain between the cuffs to a clasp on the collar, and you know that you can't move your hands to protect yourself if you wanted to. Your body is completely open to me- and when I reach around your head to put the ball gag into your mouth, you know that if you screamed nobody could hear you. You are therefore trapped and at my mercy completely. A sudden chill runs through your body when you realise this, and you wonder whether it was a bad idea after all to trust me. It's too late to go back now, and so you have no choice but to watch as I begin to use your body.

 

 

 

I stand behind you and you watch my hands as they cup your breasts, and a sharp pain jabs you as I squeeze your nipples hard. They are standing up and you see the smile on my face as I enjoy the look on your face. I pinch again, watching the look in your eyes, and then once more- this time much harder and without stopping. Your face screws up and your hands struggle to reach down, but they are fixed behind your head. Your knees bend and you start to sink to the floor, but I order you to stand up.

 

 

 

"You're weak- you should be able to stand more pain than that. I thought you were a good slut but I guess you need a bit of work." I let go of your nipples and walk back to the bed, returning with a pair of butterfly clamps on a chain. I explain that these clamps are designed to pinch harder, the harder the chain is pulled. When I put them on your nipples you find yourself thinking that they pinch pretty hard to start with!

 

 

 

I order you to lean forward and put your face on the waist-high shelf in front of the mirror. The chain dangles from your nipples, and you rest your hands on the back of your head. You can only listen and wonder as you hear me walk to the bed, and you hear a slimy squelching sound as I walk back.

 

 

 

Suddenly you feel something cold and wet pushing at your butt- you realise that I brought back the butt plug and the sound you heard was me covering it with lube. I push the plug gently at your butt and you wonder exactly how wide the plug is- your butt is pretty tight as you are nervous and slightly uncomfortable. Slowly you feel me pushing it bit by bit inside you, and you start to worry as you feel your butt stretching wider and wider. It is not painful, but you know that if it got much wider it would start to hurt, but there is nothing you could do to stop me. You try to protest, but can't make more than muffled sounds through the gag- and when I hear them I stop pushing and just let the plug sit where it is. Slowly your butt begins to relax, and when I feel it I push again. More and more of the plug enters your body and you start to feel like an object once more- I am using whatever part of you I feel like in whatever way I want. You know that if it starts to hurt I won't stop- I know what I want and I will keep going until I get it.

 

 

 

Finally the plug narrows again, and I let go- it is now lodged inside your butt, and I stand back and look at you. You make a very tempting picture- a young woman, helplessly tied, bending down with her pussy in front of me. The butt plug in your ass makes you look very slutty and I imagine what it would feel like to fuck you right now. You are probably at least slightly wet, and I would enjoy forcing my way into you, listening to your voice whimpering as I pushed deep inside your body. I could even make you watch in the mirror as I turned you into more of a slut- I would pull out the butt plug and take you that way, making you look into my face in the mirror as I did. However- I have more self-control than that, and I am enjoying pushing your boundaries. I will take you when I am ready. In the meantime you are absolutely helpless to stop me.