The Hotel Room I walk into the hotel, feeling self-conscious, sure that everyone I pass knows why I am here, and they can smell my scent and my anticipation. Still I quell my fears with thoughts of what I imagine I am about to experience. I cross the lobby and walk down the passage. I feel myself getting wetter which is a little awkward since I had followed his instructions, I wear an old t-shirt (though' I am not sure why), a bra and no g-string and a skirt. Every step I take makes me a little more self conscious with anticipation and I can feel my own juices making me warm and sticky. At the door I hesitate and check my cell phone, re-read the message and enter the code. The door clicks open. Nervously I enter the hotel room, it is semi lit from within, I wonder what he is going to do to me, and my heart is beating frantically. At first the room looks empty but then in the far corner in the shadows is the outline of someone sitting in a chair. “Hello is anyone there”, I ask. There is total silence and I repeat myself. The person replies...... “Stop, don’t come any further, I want to look at you”. Standing there silently I feel so vulnerable and ready to bolt. He asks me if I am wet with anticipation, yes I reply. He stands up and moves toward me out of the shadows, I gasp; he is so beautiful with only a pair of briefs on. The outline of his cock is huge and I wonder if he is not going to be too big for me because I am so tiny. He stops before me and runs his hands down the sides of my arms, I can feel my hair stand on end at the sudden electrifying shocks coursing through my body, my attraction to him is instantaneous , almost animal like. I want him but do not know how to carry on, how to let him know that I want him........................... Suddenly he moves towards me, with panther like agility. He moves past me and crosses to the door and closes it deliberately, the click echoes and I understand that there is no going back. Strong hands grab me and push me against the wall - I almost giggle with fright, he kisses me on the lips. I begin to melt; the smell of him is intoxicating. “Jessica” he commands, “listen to the rules, I stop only on the word RED, for the rest you are expected to remain silent, you will speak only if spoken to, you will not look at me unless I give you permission and MOST importantly - you may not CUM unless I say so. Are we clear on this?" He waits for me to reply............ “I understand perfectly, but know this I have never done this before and do not clearly understand my role in this, you need to teach me and tell me what to do”. “The rules are simple, you must be quiet - understand that you may not move or touch yourself or me. You are here at my pleasure”, he responds. I wonder how my mind and body is going to react and what my thoughts, emotions and physical sensations are going to be. I realise with fear that I have given him total control over my body and its responses. In the half light I see a faint glimmer of metal then it is gone. Goose bumps rise on me skin and I wonder what is going to happen next. Involuntarily my legs tremble and my breathing betrays my fears. “What is in your hand?’ I ask. “Silence" he orders, my body shudders at the whiplash command. I close my eyes as he approaches closer, but he commands me to open them. I am hesitant to comply, as he can see how expressive my eyes are and he will see my desire and my fear, he loves it that I can still experience a bit of fear, it feeds his arousal. He walks around me, like an animal stalking its prey, finally he is in control and I am at his mercy, his total command. I can smell my sex, my pussy lips weeping with my juices, I am trembling, he moves in closer as if for the kill, but all he does is draws in a deep breath, taking my essence of a woman into him. The scent of me radiates, calling to his Cock, which I can see is straining through his briefs for release. He grasps my hand firmly and leads me to the centre of the room. He feels me from neck to ankle and back up again over my clothes, I feel him fumbling with my neckline and then he slips a collar around my neck, fastens and tests it. I feel his hands on my body warm and yet dispassionate as he slips a rope around my wrist and makes a knot, then he takes my hands, ties them together to the front and runs the rope up and through the ring on the neck collar. The gentle tugging, the satin rope brushing against my skin, I close my eyes and sigh. You feed it down and to my other wrist before you pull, testing the tension, I note the positioning of my arms on either side of my breasts, pushing them together, making them stand proudly through my t-shirt. The rope bites slightly as it wraps around my wrist. You watch me semi hypnotized... admiring me stand there, vulnerable and exposed, deep within you something dark and animalistic growls, but you subdue the beast and watch. You ask me one more time, are you ready for this, will you obey? I reply breathlessly: "Yes, I will obey. Your wish is my command, my submission is my gift.” You move to the table, pick up something and put it into your pocket and walk back to me. I tremble with anticipation, my arousal clearly on my breasts, my nipples standing to attention. As you approach me, you reach into your pocket and extract a pair of scissors and show them to me, now I know what the glint was. A feeling of dread rises within me, nervously I start to mumble and I want to say stop, please don’t hurt me but then intrigue overwhelms my rational mind. Carefully you tug the t-shirt and slowly cut a hole around first the one breast and then the other. Metallic sounds, my breathing and the sound of your clenched teeth reverberate in my head. I shudder slightly as the cold metal touches my skin and the air brushes over my exposed nipples. You push me back and press me against the wall. Your fingers seeking my swollen nipples, you grasp at them - plucking them and rolling them between your thumb and forefinger. Teasing them, slowly pulling them outwards and then releasing them. You move behind me and slip your hands beneath the t-shirt, sliding it to the front, pulling my bra down under my breasts so they are cupped and held there, then removing your hands you pull the material tight. Tightly grasping the material of my t-shirt, you fasten the excess material tightly with clips. You move back to the table and there is a vaguely familiar sound which I can't quite identify. You return, cup my breasts through the holes you cut out in the t-shirt – your hands are cold…. Cold Ice, I understand now as you run an ice cube over my nipples, the ice melts, and the cold water causing my already swollen nipples to react. I feel too many emotions, a mixture of guilt, desire and need. I tremble with anticipation, my arousal clearly on my breasts, my nipples rock hard and standing to attention. You watch my every reaction and seem to sense your power over me. Pressing your hand over my belly keeping me firmly against the wall, you kneel down and reach into your bag - from it you extract a card attached to which are wooden clothes pegs. You remove one and show it to me - opening the jaws so I can see ... then slowly you press back the skin around my nipple and make it stand out - slowly and deliberately you attach the peg to the first nipple. I wonder if I am going to gasp or make any sound at all. As the blood flow is restricted to my nipple it swells, slightly painfully). A dull ache of painful pleasure sweeps through my body and you slowly move to my other nipple to clamp it like the first. “Do you like that?” you ask me wickedly as you take your fingers and give one of the pegs a playful flick and it arcs up and down tugging my nipple with it. There are no other sounds, no other senses really functioning at that moment and my focus is on what I am feeling and what you are doing to me. “Now tell me what would you like me to do next?” he asks and without waiting for a reply he grabs another piece of ice, slipping his hand under my t-shirt and begins to trace it from my breasts - over my belly and into the belly button - the ice melts and a cold stream trickles down filling my belly button before slipping out and working its way to my waistband. You slide the ice cube down and leave it lodged under the waistband so it will melt, the water rolling down over my mound and seeping into my pussy. Pressing your body against me with your breathe against my neck, you whisper “Are you having fun yet?” You reach for your bag and though I can't see, I wonder what else you have in store for me...I feel your hands as you touch my body, lifting the t-shirt up over my breasts, you pull me back slightly from the wall and slowly knead my breasts, touching the bumps of the aureole nipples and then finally you grasp a peg and pull. It comes away from the nipple with a distinctive wooden click and as the blood rushes back into the swollen nipple I feel a burning - a rush like I have not felt before and I gasp involuntarily. I can feel a gush of warmth between my legs; I am dripping with juice from the feelings invoked in that sensation. I love it, I want more. You grasp the other peg and tug gently, then release it. You repeat the procedure - each time I am sure it will come off - knowing just what to expect I pray for the release - so that I can experience the flood again. He smiles and decides to leave the other nipple clamped and presses my body to his, I can feel his hardness pressed against me as he slides his hands down over my body, down my belly. His foot slips between my legs and he uses his knee to push them apart even more -exposing me, now his hands slide down between my legs and he presses at the point where the legs join the pelvis - pushing and pulling, making my pussy open and close slightly. Then all too soon he slides his hands up over my hips and around to my ass and runs his fingers under it - tracing the line of the bum and up over the cheeks. Abruptly he slaps me on the ass cheek (not too hard yet not too soft) then the other cheek..... There is a distinctive sound to those slaps - they break the silence that had permeated the room. With each one he watches me flinch and I tense my buttocks in anticipation of the next slap. He abruptly withdraws and stands upright, reaching for the bag he takes something and slips it over my eyes, now blindfolded I am a little nervous, my every other sense becomes more acute...... Next, I feel the cold steel of the scissors I saw earlier…..I wonder what he plans to do with them as my t-shirt is already in ruins with holes cut out. With his hands pulling on the hem of my skirt, I feel the skirt loosen around my body as he proceeds to cut the skirt from my body. I am in shock and the thought races through my head, how am I going to be able to go home when my clothes are in shreds. I hear him moving about the room, the sound of his brief’s being removed slowly crosses my mind. I wonder what he plans to do next. My clothes are lying in shreds at my feet; I feel vulnerable and exposed the feeling of complete surrender soaks through my skin. The room is in complete silence, I wait with anticipation. "You are being a very naughty girl, tempting me with your body; I am going to punish you". He places his hand over my bum and rubs gently and then without warning, he spanks me, a slow build up begins, my rosy cheeks begin to glow. You feel my pussy, I am wet, and you take my juices and you smear it over my hands and then rub it over my face.... “Taste and smell yourself” he commands. I feel myself strain towards him in invitation, I whimper with desire; he moves to my back and strokes his cock down the crack of my bum cheeks. Using his cock as a weapon, he spanks my flesh. I can smell his scent, can feel his urgency and lust but realize that he means what he says. Things probably weren't going to happen as quickly as I had anticipated. I feel his hands take my arms and he guides me across the room, tells me to bend over, I feel the back of a chair against my hips, with his hands behind my head he bends me over the back of a chair, positioning my bum in the air and I hear him pick something up. His breathing is ragged as he whispers; “I am so much more in control of myself than you think I am”; as he straightens up. He is rubbing something against the skin of my back, it feels like multiple strands, I shudder as I realise that it could be a flogger. Gently stroking the waterfall of strands across my back, I wait……..the sensation lulling me, my breathing down to shallow breathes. The weight, the texture and the smell of leather…..it’s like a home coming of a long lost friend. My mind is floating, soaking up the emotion of acceptance. I am here in the moment gifting my submission. He must of sensed my acceptance as he leans to my ear and softly whispers “Are you ready?”; I turn to look into his eyes and give my permission. At first I feel light strokes up and down my back, in my mind’s eye I can see him holding the flogger by the handle letting the waterfall swing to and fro, creating that sensation of lightly swinging the tips on my skin. The sensation becomes heavier with the flick of his wrist; I become aware of the heavier thudding noise. The build up to warming my skin is a craft he knows well. The skin on my back is warming up to the delicious sensation of the flogger dancing behind me. The sting, the heat radiating is reflected in the criss-cross pattern I can feel developing on my back. The pleasure and the pain of each flick across my skin are merging and I am floating on a sea of sensation. I want him to go harder, to feel the flogger hitting my skin, to hear the sensation of the strands hitting my skin as one. As if he can hear my thoughts screaming in my head, he brings the flogger down harder, across my back, between my shoulder blades, left to right across down to my bum a dance of fire and ice being created. The sensation of leather against my skin, feeling each bite is so intoxicating, my mind opening up and welcoming the experience. I can feel myself gushing between my legs, my wetness a testimony to the pure enjoyment I am experiencing in this moment. Sub space has arrived, it’s like being in the womb again, all warm and comforting, I am floating. He slows down, to a soft trickle of the strands on my back. My skin is taut and alive with tingling sensations, I call it the slow burn. He slows down and with loving tenderness, gentle hands, soft murmurings in my ear "Well done" he picks me up and carries me to the bed, lays me down gently on my side and climbs into bed behind me, encircling my body with his naked body, he gentle strokes my skin. I slowly return to my senses and feel the sensation of his skin against my sensitive skin. My entire body in its languorous state slowly becoming aware of his arousal which is throbbing in the crack of my ass cheeks, a gentle reminder that there is more to come……. xxx