A Perfect First View

Her instructions to him.....

 

Tomorrow is going to be very special.  For both of us.  You are giving me a precious gift by selecting me out of all the women out there to play with.  I am honored and I want to make sure the experience is one you will remember with fondness and smile.

 

 A room has already been reserved. 

 

Please bring the following items with you.

1.  scented or unscented candles.  Small ones are fine.  Bring something to light them with.

2.  water.  we will be thirsty I am sure. 

3.  fruit.  A small amount of grapes or a couple of oranges.  A sugar.

4.  you will go to one of the bath shops at the local mall and purchase a bubble bath.  You choose the scent.

5.  you will also select a sponge or gloves which you will use to wash me with.

 

Arrive at the hotel at 4:00pm.

Text me when you arrive.

A key will be at the front desk waiting for you.

Ask the clerk for 4 additional towels.

Text me when you get into the room.

 

I should leave work by 5:00, but it could be later.

I may go home and get ready or I may come straight from work.

I will text you when I'm on my way, so be ready for me.

Depending upon the weather, there is a fireplace in the room and it should be on when I arrive.

The fruit will be nicely displayed on a plate on the bedside table.

2 waters will be next to the jacuzzi.  The other waters will be in the fridge.

The candles should be lit, the lights should be off, the curtains should be closed.

My bath will already be drawn and the bubbles will be fresh.  The gloves or sponge will be at the side of the tub, the towels close by.

 

I will text you when I arrive.  At that time, you will undress and sit on the side of the bed facing the window.  Your back to the door.

 

Your eyes will be closed and your hands in your lap when I walk in.  Do not look open your eyes, or attempt to look at me until i tell you to.

 

I will give you further instructions as to how you please me at that time.

 

If any of this is not clear then you need to communicate that to me prior to 4pm...

She slid the pass key into the door, listening for the click of the lock.  Entering the dark room, the scent of lavender filled the air.  She could see the fireplace flickering in the corner, the candles that had been placed upon the side of the jacuzzi.

She quietly shut the door behind her.  There was silence in the room.  She walked past the tub, noticing the soft white bubbles that lay across the top of the warm bath water, already drawn for her.  He was sitting on the edge of the bed, his head down, his naked back illuminated against the candlelight, his black cowboy hat rested on his head, and his hands were folded in his lap.  He remained silent.

The clothing began to fall from her body.  She wanted him to hear every sound, so she made a point of slow methodical movements. The unbuckling of her belt, the sound of a zipper, each article of clothing making a sound as it hit the floor.  And she stood naked.  Listening.  She could feel his heart pound from across the room.

She looked around, noticing how perfect the room looked.  A tray of plump green grapes, two large round oranges, a perfectly shaped banana, and her favorite... giant sized strawberries, deep red, ripe, and juicy.  2 waters sat upon the side of the tub.  Something small tied in a ribbon was there.  She was proud of him.  He had done well.

She whispered to him to sit still and stay silent.  She told him how perfect the room looked, and how proud she was of the tasks he had accomplished.

He could feel her on the mattress now.  Her naked body climbing across the king size bed, approaching him from the back.  She leaned down, and inhaled his scent.  He gasped as her nose, ever so slightly brushed across his skin.  She did it again, and a gasp combined with a moan escaped his lips.  She could keep from touching him no longer.  Reaching up with one hand, her nails extended to his shoulder, and she gently ran them over his body, listening to his sounds.  She smiled to hear them and teased a while longer.

"Stay where you are until you are called for" she whispered into his ear.  Retreating back, she climbed from the bed and turned to climb into the warm, inviting bath.  She knew he was listening closely, and could hear the sound of the water as she lowered herself, moaning as the heated liquid relaxed and destressed her muscles.  Did he wonder, what the sound was as she lowered her head back and sank in, then rising, her hair now soaked, dark, and pushed back away from her face.

She knew he would be self conscious.  She leaned back under the bubbles, closed her eyes, and called for him.

"You may open your eyes now, and come to me". 

She could hear the sound of him immediately moving from the bed.  His footsteps as he approached her in the tub.  This was his first view of her, in the state he could only fantasize about.  He loved the way she looked.  Leaning back in the tub.  He couldn't believe it was him.

"Climb in the tub with me" she commanded, her eyes still closed, a smile on her face.  She pointed made a space for him next to her, across the tub, and he immediately entered the water, while commenting on her beauty.

She opened her eyes, and the saw each other for the first time in this way.  It was a perfect first view.

His hands felt strong and wonderful as he moved the suds and hot water across her skin.  The gift wrapped bundle on the side of the tub was a set of purple bathing gloves.  He put them on, and began to run them over her body, making her skin gleam against the warm glow of the room.  The bathing went on, the sensations growing.

The hot water took it's toll.  She began to feel light headed and asked him to remove her from the tub.  He grabbed one of the extra towels he had gotten from the clerk earlier, and began to remove the water droplets from her skin.  He helped her step from the tub, and dried some more.  She turned for him.  Holding her wet hair up in her hands, she left her entire body exposed for him to view.  She knew he longed for this.  She loved teasing him.  Building his desire for her.

The bed was soft as she laid face down across the comforter.  He moved next to her and began to rub her body.

"May I massage you?" he asked.

"Yes, you may" she granted, and smiled.

He stood, as she watched his naked body.  He looked great.  Strong in all the right places.  He moved to the table and opened a tall bottle of liquid.  Massage oil.  He had made a quick trip to the pharmacy earlier, but she didn't ask why.  Now it was clear.  The oil smelled wonderfully sexy.  It felt even better.   He moved his hands masterfully for the next hour or so.  The tensions, the stress, the knots of life leaving her body.  She smiled and enjoyed every second of pampering.

The massage ended with their bodies intertwined.  His mouth on her skin.  She pushed his lips down onto one erect nipple, as she placed his hand on the other.  He bit at first, but obeyed deliciously as she commanded him in the right pressures to please her.

She guided his hands to her pussy, giving him permissions to only touch the outside, pressure to her clit.  He moaned feeling how wet and swollen she had become.  He was to get to know her body.  The feeling of each mountain and valley.  Diving into sex would not have done that.  This was time for him to explore and learn from her.  He listened carefully.  He followed instructions wonderfully.

He was allowed to slide his fingers inside of her. Two at first, then three.  He was instructed to bring the moistened fingertips to his lips, and he gladly suckled the juices from them.  His eyes never leaving hers.  She was so close to cumming.  She was so close to fucking him.  She decided it was time to return to the tub.  And they did.

The water had cooled a bit, an even warm that allowed a longer stay, time enough for him to touch her often and how she liked.  Time for her to discover the wonderful secret of his sensitive nipples.  Time for their skin to pucker and prune.  But all well worth it.

Her orgasm was strong that night.  In the tub, riding on top of him.  One nipple in his mouth, his fingertips rolling the other.  She moaned and called out loudly as he brought her there.  She smiled and purred as he brought her down.  He listened carefully, he instantly reacted to every instruction she gave.  He wanted to please her.

And he did.

The Hotel - Part 3 A Taste Of Things To Come

“Close your eyes, do not open them” his deep voice causes chills through my body.  I close my eyes shut and my senses heighten.

I feel his hands on me now.  Touching my body.  I hear rustling; he is moving me in place.  His lips are on my nipples as I stand unstable and trembling.   His teeth begin to nibble, the soft nibbles only lasting moments before the harder bites follow.  I am wincing in pain, but deliciously turned on by the sensation.

Opening my eyes, I can see his mouth surrounding my breast and his eyes meet mine.

“I told you to leave them closed” he growls through a full mouth of flesh, and he grabs hard at the other breast.

I am gasping for air, trying to remember to stand still, not fight him off, and still deal with the pain.  “I’m sorry Sir” is all I can manage.   He releases his grip and continues to suck on the already sore nipple.

Pain.  Delicious pain.  My breasts are already sore and tender from time spent together this week.  They feel heavy and swollen as I cup one from underneath and lift it higher for him.

He is standing now, and I am being turned.

“Walk, and keep your eyes closed” he is telling me.  I smile and trust his lead.

The curtain had been partially opened when I walked in.  I can now feel the coldness that is penetrating the large plate glass window as I get closer.   I know what is about to happen and a sudden flight response takes over.  I step back.  Wrong choice.

His large hands are forceful as he is pushing my body, uncovered up against the window.  I know I am resisting but I can’t stop.

“Open your eyes” he almost whispers.

I am watching the cars pass on one way streets below.  The brightly lit Twin Towers of the Convention Center loom in the black sky.  My eyes are darting to the people now walking up the street and I am wondering if they are looking up, and what they can see.  I am feeling panic.  I am feeling humiliated.  I am feeling aroused.  I am being pulled away.

“Lie down” he instructs as he points to a bench just to our right.  The bench is soft.  He places a blindfold over my eyes, and I lie back.

I feel the soft bandanas he keeps in his bag as they are gently tied to my wrists.  Each wrist is being secured to the bench, it feels snug, it feels wonderfully snug.  The rope is now around one of my legs, still in boots, and my knee is being lifted and pulled towards my chin and tied off.  I feel the other leg begin tied, lifted, and secured as well.  I am exposed.

Rope is on my breasts now.  The hemp feels soft, yet strong.  I am getting a soft whiff of its fragrance.  This is something I’ve really not noticed before.  It is almost an oil smell, but not chemical but earthy.  I am staring to float now.  I cannot feel the tenderness that was in my breasts but just a few minutes ago.  I feel sensations.  I hear his voice.  I am here, but not completely.

“One” he counts as a small vibrating unit is slid inside of me.  “Two” and I can feel another.  They are creating a consistent sensation, a pressure.  He leaves me to deal with it in my own way.

I am drifting in and out.  He is still tying.  He is taking his time.  He told me he would.  I love this feeling of vulnerable and trust.  My mind is wandering as I feel the sensations and allow myself this indulgence.

I can feel his hands on me.  He is tugging on the ropes.  I resurface to realize his hands are on my legs, held up in the air by rope.  The vibrating eggs are still working internally.  He is spreading me farther apart.  He is against me.  I feel his bare skin.  I feel his hands suddenly on my nipples.

“They are purple” he says to me.  “Do you want to see them?”

I am not sure if I have answered him.  It doesn’t matter.  I feel him now and gasp as he buries himself  deep inside of me without warning.  He is rough and aggressive.  He is not making love to me.  He is using me.   This is what I had wanted.  This is what I had asked for.  I can hear in his words that he is in the frame of mind that tells me I am the slut he requested.  The hole he expected.  He is using me as I should be used.

The assault continues, the eggs vibrating in the same hole he has been using for a period of time now.  My breasts feel only the erotic sensation of being touched.  The sensation feed lubricant and is seeming to excite him more.

His vocalization as he unloads himself fills the room.  I do not hear the man I submit to.  I do not hear the man who cares for and adores me.  I hear someone else, something else.  I hear an animal rage, a roar of sorts, and I feel the continuous forceful thrusts until all is expelled.

Hours have passed.  I am not sure how long I have been tied.  He slowly begins to bring me back to him.  Removing the eggs, one at a time.  My breasts, are being unbound and blood rushing back into the veins feels like a shock.  My legs are slowly being lowered, one at a time.  Each one gently let down to the ground.  My wrists, once bound tightly to the sides of the bench, are now on my stomach, and he is removing the bandana bindings.

My blindfold is still in place.  I am helped to sit up and stand, then led slowly to the bed where I am told to crawl up and lie down.  I crawl slowly, feeling for the pillows and lie down on the cold sheet.

I can feel the pressure on the mattress as he climbs onto the bed and is lying next to me.  I smile as his arms wrap around me and gentle kisses begin to access my neck and face.  He snuggles me closer, tighter in his arms.  He breaths me in and we recharge as our energies silently exchange.

“Are you happy?” he asks me.

“Yes, I am very happy” is my reply.

The Hotel - Part 2 The Way It Happened

“Crawl to me” he growls from across the room.

I am now on my hands and knees and I have never crawled to anyone nor been requested.  I am feeling oddly seductive.  A dichotomy of emotions are now welling up in my submissive heart and my dominant brain.  “What does he expect?” I am thinking.  But I already knew the answer.  He only expected one thing from me.  Trust. 

I lean forward, putting pressure onto my palms.  I glance down at my fingers spread evenly on the short carpet and admire the shine of the purple on my nails.  Looking up slowly, I let my deep brown eyes meet with his.  He is smiling, but his eyes are dark.

He has a caring but hard energy about him tonight.  The texts in the past 12 hours have been short, stern, and concise.  They have excited me and I have anticipated and wondered how this evening would play out.  I admit to myself I am enjoying each surprising twist.

The room feels much larger from the floor level.  It seems to take forever to make the journey on my hands and knees.  I lift my toes with each advance so as not to drag against the carpet and snag the black thigh high stockings I was instructed to wear.  I pass the bed on my right, the comforter and blankets neatly folded back, the dark mahogany wood entertainment center on my left, and finally arrive at his feet as he sits in the chair next to the window.

He likes me at his feet.  He enjoys the view as I sit and look up at him, adoring and waiting for his instruction.  At this moment in time, I have let go of what I feel others might think of me being in this physical and mental situation.  I only want to do what makes him happy.  How odd a feeling this is for me.  This overwhelming desire to be an unrestrained captive at this mans feet.  All the protective walls of tough and Top are shed.  I take guilty pleasure in knowing he is probably mentally restraining himself from physically having me now.

“You have made me very happy” he whispers and I see it in his eyes and his smile.  Seconds later, a stronger deeper voice follows with “You know what to do”…

My mouth is soft.  I use my lips to tighten and release the shaft, my tongue flicking in those sensitive spots that men have.  I use my throat muscles to cluck against the head.  An action he has instructed me to practice before this evening.  I can feel more growth with each contraction.  My mouth and throat are full now.  Air does not pass and I relax my mind so that I don’t panic.  I trust him.  I trust that he is caring as well as forceful.  I trust he will not let harm come to me.  And I continue to give him pleasure as he moans and growls my name.

His hands are in my hair now.  The grasp is tight against my scalp.  I close my eyes and moan.  I love the rough and primal feeling as he pushes me into him.  He knows I enjoy the force.  His pleasure is heightened, as I do not resist.  He is loves that I give myself to him fully.  My face is buried in his pelvis, and when I finally can take no more, I am pulled away, gasping and choking, drool and mucus stringing from my mouth.  He tells me to stay where I am, and he stands and walks away.

From past conversations, I know that I am no longer to try and see what is happening behind me.  I am not to sneak peaks as he prepares his ropes and toys.  Tonight, I focus on what he expects from me.  I obey his command and stay where I am.  The excitement continues to build inside of me and I shift a bit to move my wet panties against my clit, admittedly stealing a bit of pleasure without permission….

To be continued…

The Hotel - Part 1 The Fantasy

I can imagine the feeling as I begin the drive downtown.  The excitement as I take the exit leading me from the freeway a few short blocks to the hotel.  The wetness that began when he told me of his plans for this date, would now be uncontrollable as I enter the parking structure and make my way to the front desk. 

“I was told a room key would be waiting for me”,  I will explain to the young clerk at the desk.  He will let his fingers slightly touch mine as he places the keycard in my hand and, flirtatiously smiles like he knows, and points to the elevators leading to the 12^th floor.  “Have a wonderful evening” he will call as I turn and walk away.  I will smile knowing he is watching my ass. 

The elevator doors will open onto the 12^th floor and the smell of carpet freshener and freshly washed linen will hit my nostrils.  I will step onto the deep red and gold floor covering and glance at the wall plaque that points toward the pod of room numbers.  I will walk confidently to the room, stop, and turn.  1207 is the sign on the door.  I double check my last text message from him.  Yep, they match, and I will slide the keycard into the electronic box, watch the green light flash, and listen for the lock to click open. 

The room will be dark as I close the door behind me and flip the inside deadbolt as I was previously instructed to do.  I will remove my jacket and let it fall to the floor as my eyes adjust to the darkness.  I will be wearing only the garments he outlined in his instructions.

Stepping down the narrow hallway and into the dimness of the suite, I will see his sillouette against the closed curtains.  He will be sitting back in a chair.  Watching me.  I will stand and wait patiently until he speaks “what is expected of you?”. 

I will approach and immediately drop to my knees in front of him.  In the darkness, my hands will begin to unbuckle his belt, moving quickly to work through the buttons on his pants, and reaching in, I will pull out the firm flesh and begin....

Her Submission

“Do you have any questions?” he asked her.

“No Sir, I don’t have any questions” She answered back as she gazed into his eyes.

He told her those words would be the beginning of what would happen next, and she began to shake. 

“Are you ready?” his voice became quiet and deeper.

She nodded slightly and looked into his eyes.  “Yes Sir, I am” she answered, her voice echoing back in her ears.  She momentarily thought about how she needed to stop shaking.

He stepped back and folded his arms on his chest.  His eyes were dark, and they looked straight into hers.  It was now her turn.  To convince him.  This was her time to tell him what she needed, what she wanted, but most of all, to show him that she was now willing to become his.  She was about to fully submit herself to this man.  To trust him with her mind, for him to open the darkest extremes of her secret desires and plant the seeds of his own.  To trust him with her body, from torture to ecstacy, her mortal self would now be under his full command, and he would keep her nourished and alive.  To trust him with her soul and share their energy at his will.

She stood for a moment.  So many things were wondering through her mind.  This was it, she knew she wanted this.  She knew this was the right man.  She knew that he could do for her what she had longed for.  and, above all else, she knew that he truly wanted her.

Standing before him on the soft cream-colored carpet.  The only lights in the room, the soft glow of a log in the fireplace and the flicker of various candles through the room.  Her fingers trembled as she began to untie the white cotton robe that had covered her.  She slowly let the robe fall from her shoulders, and it cascaded down her back and onto the floor.

And she stood completely naked in front of him.  His expression did not change.  He made not movement.  He had not seen her body prior to this moment.  Pieces of it, a bit, bet never like this.  He had not touched her intimately.  He had not attempted to cheapen or corrupt the possibility of her purity as a submissive.  She watched for his reaction to her body, but his eyes never left hers.

Her voice trembled as she found the words she wanted to say, and as she spoke, she looked into his eyes hoping for the sign of acceptance.  His stare was intoxicating and distracting.  She must focus on the words and say only what she really meant.  He would know if she was lying, making things up just to make him happy.  This was important, and she needed to be truthful to him, and to herself.

She offered him her body, naked, uncovered, with no clothing to hide her imperfections.
She wore no makeup or polish, her way of showing him he was seeing who she was naturally and she was not hiding behind color.

She wore no jewelry, nothing to distract.

She wore no perfume.  Her natural scent and pheromones for him to inhale.

She spoke of her impatience.  A behavior that she knew was not appealing to him, but that she wanted to change.  She wanted to learn patience.  He would show her, teach her.

She spoke of being spoiled.  Getting what she wanted.  She knew he would not allow her to continue the self indulgence she had become so accustomed to commanding.

She spoke of her fear of giving herself in the past.  This offering she made of herself now, at this moment, had no reservations attached.  She knew he was the right man to be her Dominant, and she told him this.

After speaking, she slowly kneeled to the floor in front of him.  Her eyes took one last look into his before they lowered.  Her hands came up onto her thighs, and her palms slowly turned up….and she waited.

He bent down and lifter her chin, commanding her to look into his eyes….and as she did, he smiled warmly, his eyes sparkling and accepted her as his submissive.