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She was suddenly unsure she could go through with this. But it was far too late to get out of it now as she stood there behind the partition in the hotel conference room (why was the air conditioning turned on so high?), naked, her hands cuffed behind her, a ball gag in her mouth, and her eyes covered by a thick, black, blindfold. She was in line with nine other submissives to be sold but she had no idea where in the line she was.
She had seen nothing since they put the blindfold on her in the limousine that picked her up from the airport. She had been driven to the hotel and led out by, she supposed, the pretty woman that she met at the airport. She was afraid of who might see her blindfolded like that but she didn't hear anyone react as she was led into a room and prepared.
"Strip," she had been told firmly but not harshly.
She would be spoken to in only single word commands for the next hour. She did as she was instructed quickly but a little clumsily since she couldn't see. In what seemed like a flurry of activity, she was bathed and dried, powdered and perfumed, made up and primped before having the ball gag and cuffs added. When she was lead out of the room, she could hear other people nearby. They seemed to be with the other submissives since, once or twice, she heard muffled whimpers and someone speaking calming words to them.
She knew they had entered a larger room when she could hear the voices of many people talking bouncing off the walls. She almost panicked, remembering that she was naked and they would see her. Her handler seemed to sense her anxiety and whispered in her ear.
"They can't see you... yet." The smile in the woman’s voice when she said the last word was obvious.
Then she heard the announcer speak.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, Masters and Mistresses, Lords and Ladies, it is time for inspections. Please line up at the right side of the stage in order of your assigned numbers."
The conversation subsided and she was led forward and her handler said, "Step up, there are five steps."
She tried to calm her breathing as she moved up the steps but her mind was spinning. She could hear the voices of those who would be bidding on her and the others making comments, though she couldn't tell which were meant for her.
"Mmm, now that is a very spankable ass."
"I don't know, that's a bit on the skinny side for my tastes."
"Oooh, now that one I must have."
She was stopped and told to stand still and obey any commands given and to try not to react when they touched her. Touched her? Oh no, she couldn't possibly bear that.
She must have been about halfway down the line because it was a minute or so before the first people reached her but no longer. She was ordered to turn and bend over and kneel and stand and, a few times, was caressed and gently pinched. They were almost cold and totally impersonal in the way they spoke and touched her in such personal places that she became less anxious and just concentrated on obeying quickly to make a good impression.
That is, until he stepped up. She couldn't see or hear him. He was silent, guiding her movements with a gentle hand. But she swore she could feel his presence. And then, just before he left, he leaned towards her and she could smell his cologne and feel his warm breath against her neck as she whispered so quietly but confidently, "You are mine."
She couldn't remember the rest of the inspection but she came around when the auctioneer started the auction. He gave each submissive's age and any hard limits they had and asked for an initial bid. She had no idea what the subs looked like or whether they were male or female. All she knew was the final price paid. Some bidders called out when they bid but, apparently, some used a gesture of some kind.
Then it was her turn. She was gently guided forward and led to a different part of the stage. Her age and limits were announced and, to her surprise, several people immediately shouted out opening bids. She didn't have time to feel shocked or surprised as the bids rose rapidly. In a little while, there was just one voice shouting out and, apparently, one of the silent bidders bidding against them. She could hear the one bidder’s voice becoming more agitated and frustrated and she could not believe the price being said by the auctioneer.
Finally, with a loud curse, the vocal bidder stopped and the auctioneer pronounced her sold. She was led off the stage and to, she supposed, the one who had purchased her. When she got near, she immediately recognized his scent and felt the strength of his presence. His lips brushed her ear and she shuddered when he spoke to her.
"I told you that you were mine."
He was silent as they walked out of the larger room and down the hall, his hand still firm but gentle on her arm. They stopped and she could hear him unlock a door.
"Would you like a chaperone? I would not be at all offended if you did. Nod or shake your head, please."
She shook her head without hesitation, following her feelings more than her head. He led her forward and she heard the door close behind her. Still silent, he undid her gag and unlocked the handcuffs.
"Close your eyes, please," he said quietly before removing her blindfold. After a few seconds and from behind her, he calmly spoke again. "You may open your eyes now."
The room was dimly lit and she had a few moments to look around as he helped her put on a very soft and comfortable robe that came down to her mid-thighs. He took her hand and led her to a big overstuffed chair in the corner.
"Now, we have some things to talk about but first. Are you hungry? Would you like something to drink?"
She shook her head, eyes lowered, still silent as she hadn't been given permission to speak or make eye contact. Still, she could hear the smile in his voice when he spoke.
"We need to work out the details of our, for want of a better word, 'situation'. In order to do that, we need to be, at this point, equals. I want you to feel free to speak, look at me, even ask for anything that might make you feel more comfortable. And, for now, I want you to call me Gerald. What name would you be most comfortable with?"
She told him her middle name, still not comfortable enough to tell him her real name but she didn't want to lie to him.
"Thank you. Would you like to get dressed? I have some sweats here that should fit you and I've had the clothing you wore when you arrived brought to the room as well."
She told him she was fine in the robe, though she actually felt a little self-conscious, because she also felt a little sexy wearing just that.
For the next few minutes they just talked, like a first date, about the weather, their likes and dislikes. He got them something to drink from the minibar and commented on how expensive it was. Then, gently, he moved the conversation to what she was looking for as a slave, her desires and limits and goals. He took careful notes and, at one point, went over a long form of fetishes with her, asking her how she felt about each one in turn. It turned out that, for most of them, she really didn't need to say anything though, as if he could tell from her face when he said the words how she felt.
When she noticed the clock next, it had been over two hours since her blindfold had been removed. He put down his pen and looked over his notes and the form.
"Anything else you'd like to discuss before we get started?"
"Get started," she thought and it all hit her again: what she had done, what she would now have to do. She asked for a few minutes alone and he said he understood completely and asked how long she needed. When she hesitated, he suggested fifteen minutes. She thought that sounded about right so she nodded.
He smiled at her, a warm and comforting smile and, in a gesture that had more of an effect on her than she would have thought, rose and kissed her hand before leaving the room.
She was alone now. He had told her that her clothes were here. She could get dressed and leave. He might be in the hall but with the adrenaline she felt flooding through her, she was sure she could outrun an Olympic sprinter at this moment.
Instead, she closed her eyes and breathed deeply... one... two... three... four. Each breath calmed her and helped her focus. She had wanted this, desperately wanted… no needed this for as long as she could remember. And he was, as far as she could tell, everything she had wanted but hadn't known she had and nothing that she feared. She breathed in deeply and willed her inner strength to the fore, pushing back her fears and opening herself to whatever was to come. This was her dream, her desire, her destiny and she would experience it fully without any further hesitation.
Smiling and opening her eyes, she looked at the clock. She had one minute left. She took off the robe and knelt on the floor in the middle of the room, hands behind her back and head down and waited for his return. Anxiously but without fear.
She heard the door open and saw the light from the hallway as he entered. The door closed and she heard him walk towards her.
"I am pleased," he said, walking around her slowly. "There is much I want to teach you... show you... release from within you."
He paused. She continued to breathe though it took thought for her to do so.
"But first, I want to be certain we are in complete agreement. You are giving yourself to me by your own will and solely out of the desire to do so. Is that correct?"
"Yes," she answered.
"Continue," he said.
"I give myself to you by my own will solely out of my desire to do so."
"And you give yourself to me completely, in every way, denying me nothing beyond what we have agreed to. Is that correct?"
"Yes. I give myself to you completely, in every way, denying you nothing beyond what we have agreed to," she replied, feeling herself grow more excited as the words left her mouth.
Suddenly, he was in front of her, lifting her head by her hair, his thick, hard cock out and in front of her face.
"You are mine," he said, in a voice filled with lust and desire and raw, animal energy. He pushed her back, roughly, onto the floor, pushing himself between her legs and entering her in one powerful thrust. She screamed out, not in terror or fear but in an eruption of her desire and relinquishing of her power to him.
He fucked her. There was no other word for it. Hard and fast, moaning and grunting and pulling her onto him as much as pushing himself into her. She could not help but respond, clinging to him desperately and thrusting her hips.
"You are mine!" he growled into her ear. And again, "You are mine!"
She felt he expected a response. "I am yours," she breathed.
"Louder," he said.
"I am yours!" she cried out as she felt him swell inside her and felt herself contract around him. The sensation was beyond any she could have even dreamed; the complete abandonment freed her to feel that which she denied herself for so long. It swept through her, wave after wave, each time more powerful and earth shattering. And then, somehow, she was in his arms, curled up on his lap, still naked but more comfortable and safe than she had ever been in her life.
She had no idea how long they remained like that. She only knew the warmth and security she felt. She must have fallen asleep though because the next conscious memory she had was of him carrying her across the room to the bed. He sat her on the edge of the bed, turned on a couple of lights, and crouched down beside her, stroking her hair and smiling at her.
"If you'll give me just a minute, you can freshen up and we'll get continue. OK?"
She nodded, still a little out of it and watched him walk away. She already thought she was extremely lucky in who had bought her but, looking at his butt... and blushing, she was even happier. Looking around the room, it seemed like every other hotel room she'd ever been in except, obviously, more expensive. She heard the bathroom door open and he walked back towards her smiling again.
"Take as long as you like, my little sweet one."
She blushed again and kept her head down as she walked, feeling very naked now, to the bathroom with him watching her closely all the way. She cleaned herself up and spent some time fixing her hair and face, realizing after she was done that the brush, makeup, and other "girl things" laid out on the counter must be his doing. She looked at herself in the mirror wondering what anyone, let alone this man, saw in her then closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and walked back out, keeping her eyes down. She crossed the room to where he sat reading and knelt beside him with her hands in her lap.
He set down the book and kissed her on the top of the head.
"Very good, my little sweet one. Kneeling beside me is how I want you whenever you haven't been given any other command. We need to adjust your position a bit though."
He instructed her in what he called the default position: kneeling, on her toes, resting her weight on her heels, knees spread shoulder width apart, hands behind her back, her right hand holding her left wrist. He told her that, as she progressed, the position would be adjusted to a more advanced and difficult one.
He asked her to move to the center of the room. She began to stand but he stopped her.
"No, on your knees with your hands behind you, my little sweet one. You are never to stand or walk without explicit direction to do so. Is that understood, my little sweet one?"
She nodded.
"No. Say it."
"Yes, Sir," she replied, louder than she had intended, purposefully making sure the capital letter could be heard clearly.
He began to lead her through a series of positions, each with a name and very specific instructions. Every one followed by encouragement and praise. At one point, he opened a drawer and she felt something touch her. In a moment, she could see it was a crop. At first, she was afraid she had failed him already and she was to be beaten but he only used it to guide her body into the absolutely perfect positions.
With her eyes down, she couldn't see the clock but it seemed like hours that they worked on them. It got to the point where he would say a position's name and she would shift into it without having to think and, soon after that, he no longer needed to adjust her.
"I knew you would be a natural, my little sweet one," he said as he leaned down and kissed her forehead. She could feel herself blush, not just her face but her entire body. He chuckled. "And that just makes you all the more attractive, my little sweet one. Please sit on the edge of the bed."
She complied, stealing a glimpse of him as he turned to open another drawer and retrieve several bundles of rope. He unfurled one and held her arm out slightly and began wrapping the rope around it.
"You may look at me, my little sweet one. Do you have any questions about anything at this point? Anything at all?"
She shook her head. He wrapped and tied each wrist with practiced skill and careful attention to detail while explaining to her his preference for this particular rope material and how he "just didn't trust anyone else" to condition his rope. She had no idea what that meant but the rope did not feel at all rough against her skin and it put up no resistance to his efforts. When he had finished, she had rope wrapped in a wide span at each extremity and two long tethers hanging from each.
"Lie back on the bed and spread your arms and legs, my little sweet one," he said.
She complied and he began tying the tethers to each corner, explaining that they were going to work on her control now. He explained that whatever he did to her while she was in this position, she was to try not to react in any way. He emphasized "try". He told her that he knew she wouldn't be able to stop herself at first but that he would work with her and that he was sure she'd improve quickly. He said the ropes were to help her and that he would be gagging and blindfolding her as well, at first.
From a drawer, he took a small linen towel the he had folded several times. He had her open her mouth and he placed it inside, a little farther than was really comfortable but not so far as to make her gag. He then picked up the blindfold she had been wearing when they arrived in the room and looked it over with obvious disappointment.
"Not bad, though, for what we pay, it could be better."
He opened a drawer and pulled out a long, silken scarf. Smiling as he walked towards her, he gently turned her head to the side, wrapped it around her face three times, and tied it behind her head. Unlike the blindfold from before, it let in a little light but she really couldn't see anything.
"Now,” he said, “let's begin."
She heard music, soft classical music and felt him sit down next to her on the bed. He touched her face, caressing her cheek.
"So beautiful," he said softly, letting his fingers move along her jaw and a finger trace across her ear and down her neck. As that hand followed her shoulder down her arm, the other was letting its fingertips stroke patterns over her breasts. Her mind fought to follow both but when his touch grazed her nipple that won out. She moaned through the gag in spite of herself. He obviously noticed as one of his fingers began to trace lazy circles around her nipple and she felt the warmth of his mouth on the other.
This time, she moaned without any pretense of stopping herself. He sucked and licked and bit and touched and caressed and pinched and twisted her nipples and only them for untold minutes, never letting either be idle for even a second. Then, suddenly when those two tiny spots on her body were all she could sense, she felt cold metal against both and the pinch of what she decided must be clamps. This time, she screamed into the gag as the pain stabbed through her. As the pain subsided to a dull ache and her breath calmed, he leaned down to her ear.
"I enjoyed that a great deal. Did you, my little sweet one?"
She found herself nodding before she could really think. Yes, it hurt but in that “good way” she really didn’t understand completely.
As the metal of the clamps warmed to her skin temperature, his fingers traced their way around her breasts and down her stomach, sliding to the side and caressing her hips. Down her thighs they went, so slowly that she could barely tell they were moving at times. She longed for him to touch here "there", felt she'd do anything for just one finger grazing the wetness between her legs but feared it might be enough, at this point, to take her over the edge. She was certain that would be a violation and, while she was curious what the punishment would be, she did not want to experience it. Not when this was so wonderful.
He obviously had other ideas, so she tried to concentrate on the sensations he was giving her but he seemed to have more than ten fingers, more than two hands, more than one mouth. His touch, his caress, his kisses and licks, continued in the most mundane of places but with an amazing effect. She was as awake and alert as she had ever been but so completely relaxed and calm at the same time. She was able to focus a little when he sucked on her fingers and toes gently. It wasn't an entirely good or bad sensation but it was new and somehow, the way he did it, she knew it was very naughty.
Then, slowly, tenderly, his fingers slid up her thigh, leaning down to speak to her softly, "No matter what I do, my little sweet one, you are not to orgasm. Nod if you understand."
She nodded she understood, but she was sure that the first time he touched her... there... she would not be able to control herself.
His fingers reached the top of her thigh, sliding up one side of her wetness and down the other. She fought for control with everything she had, her breath coming in short, rapid bursts. He laid his hand between her legs, letting one finger rest in the center against her core. She squinted her eyes and involuntarily tried to closer her legs but the ropes held fast. She felt it welling up inside her as his finger began to slide up and down just a tiny bit, the pressure increasing slightly.
No. She would not fail him, not now. She pushed her mind elsewhere, doing alphabetical lists in her head and listening hard for the music. She would win over her desires, her needs. His finger shifted now, circling within the soft folds of flesh and pressing down harder. She began to lose control, her hips rising, her arms and legs straining at her bonds and then suddenly he stopped and withdrew his hand.
As she lay there panting and fighting for control, he leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Shhh, my little sweet one. Breathe deeply and concentrate. I'm going to give you some time to relax but I'll be right here beside you, I promise."
She could feel him sit up and shift on the edge of the bed until his hip was just barely in contact with hers. When she was confident that he was staying there, she tried to relax and breathe slowly and deeply, letting the soft, classical music guide her thoughts back to reality. Then she felt his hand begin moving up her thigh again and she almost cried, sure she could not make it through that again.
"You can do it, my little sweet one... for me."
His voice was a beacon, lifting her consciousness up and outside her body until his touch pulled it back. She lost track of how many times he brought her almost there and stopped, each time, pushing a little further, each time, a little longer. When he stopped the last time, he kissed her forehead and her cheeks and told her how very proud he was and what a wonderful job she was doing.
He removed the gag and helped her take a few sips of some ice cold water then gently laid her head back down and removed the blindfold before untying her arms and legs. Once again, he gathered her into his arms and held her tightly, stroking her skin tenderly as she once again became aware of where she was. She snuggled into him and closed her eyes, thinking that she’d never been so proud of herself or so happy.
She must have nodded off again because the next thing she knew, she was waking up to the sound of water running in the bathroom. He wrapped some white vinyl tape around her wrists and carried her to the bathroom, lowering her gently into the water. It was a little warmer than her normal bath but she adjusted quickly. He didn't speak so she didn't either.
He bathed her. Tenderly. Slowly. Thoroughly. Thick, rich rivers of suds flowed over her body. Oh and when he washed her hair... she thought she'd pass out from the sensuous feeling that overcame her. He helped her stand and rinsed her and then dried her with the softest towel she'd ever felt.
He pulled an even softer robe around her shoulders, though this one was rather shorter than the first one. He led her to the bed, seating her on it, facing away from the door with her hands still bound. He lifted her chin with his finger and bent down to kiss her gently.
There was a knock at the door.
She froze. Panicked. He wouldn't let someone else see her like this. He couldn't. She had completely forgotten about being paraded around in front of entire room full of people naked, somehow. He saw the look on her face, smiled at her reassuringly, and kissed her forehead before going to the door.
She heard him speak briefly with the room service attendant, never letting him past the door. He set a large tray of covered food on the table then came back to her.
"Lie face down on the bed, my little sweet one, over the pillows."
She did as requested. Commanded? More like directed this time. The pillows supported her chest and made lying down with her arms bound much more comfortable than she'd have thought. There were towels covering the comforter too. He removed the robe from her back and she felt the slight chill of her freshly bathed skin as it was bared again. He came back with the blindfold and put it on her.
"They say when you remove one sense, the others are more heightened, my little sweet one. Shall we test that?"
She knew the question was rhetorical but she couldn't help wondering just what he meant.
Then she felt something warm on her back, near the base, then something else warm but more slippery right on her left buttock. She felt something moving the first item and heard a bottle of something being shaken and felt little drops around the thing on her buttock. Oooh, it... it burned a little. Then, something... something flowed slowly over her back around the edges of whatever was there.
"Hold this, please," he said, placing a glass of something cold in her hands.
"Can you smell it, my little sweet one?"
She could, orange juice but so fresh. She longed for a taste. Then she felt a straw against her lips.
"Open, my little sweet one. Take a sip."
It was fantastic. Whether it was the quality of the juice or not having her sight taken away, it was the best she had ever tasted.
She heard some music start, some soft, slow instrumental but her mind went quickly to what was going on across her back. She felt pressure then, ever so slightly, a pricking and something hard tracing lines across it right where that thing had been placed. She heard him breathe in deeply and let out a very small moan.
"Sniff this, my little sweet one."
The warm, rich scent of maple syrup flooded her nostrils.
"Open, please, my little sweet one."
She opened her mouth and he put in a bit of light, fluffy pancake soaked in warm syrup. Again, it was exquisite.
"I bring my own syrup. This is a fine hotel but you can't count on them having real Vermont Maple. Open again, please."
Another bite. She chewed slowly. Then she felt the pricking and slicing on her bottom. The burning spread a bit. It wasn't painful, just noticeable.
"Open again, please."
She did and this time it was slippery and... oh, an egg and... Aaahhh! Her mouth was on fire. Hot sauce! It was drenched in hot sauce. She fought to force herself to swallow and did but she was panting when she opened her mouth.
He was chuckling as he slid another big bite of pancake in. Luckily, it cooled the fire completely. "Not big on spicy, huh? Well, I'll keep that to myself then."
He continued to share the pancakes though and let her sip the orange juice until, apparently, both were completely gone. He stood and she felt something cool and moist wiping the areas where the food had been. He sat her up, removed her blindfold and the tape from around her wrists. He guided her to kneel in front of him.
"Now, I'm going to tell you what's going to happen the rest of the day. It's going to seem a bit overwhelming but I know you are more than capable of handling it and I will be here to guide you through it."
He smiled at her, a deep, genuine "I can't help but smile at you" smile and she melted.
Yes, she thought, whatever came, as long as he was here she could handle it and whatever he would have her do, she would do it and do it well.
She had seen nothing since they put the blindfold on her in the limousine that picked her up from the airport. She had been driven to the hotel and led out by, she supposed, the pretty woman that she met at the airport. She was afraid of who might see her blindfolded like that but she didn't hear anyone react as she was led into a room and prepared.
"Strip," she had been told firmly but not harshly.
She would be spoken to in only single word commands for the next hour. She did as she was instructed quickly but a little clumsily since she couldn't see. In what seemed like a flurry of activity, she was bathed and dried, powdered and perfumed, made up and primped before having the ball gag and cuffs added. When she was lead out of the room, she could hear other people nearby. They seemed to be with the other submissives since, once or twice, she heard muffled whimpers and someone speaking calming words to them.
She knew they had entered a larger room when she could hear the voices of many people talking bouncing off the walls. She almost panicked, remembering that she was naked and they would see her. Her handler seemed to sense her anxiety and whispered in her ear.
"They can't see you... yet." The smile in the woman’s voice when she said the last word was obvious.
Then she heard the announcer speak.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, Masters and Mistresses, Lords and Ladies, it is time for inspections. Please line up at the right side of the stage in order of your assigned numbers."
The conversation subsided and she was led forward and her handler said, "Step up, there are five steps."
She tried to calm her breathing as she moved up the steps but her mind was spinning. She could hear the voices of those who would be bidding on her and the others making comments, though she couldn't tell which were meant for her.
"Mmm, now that is a very spankable ass."
"I don't know, that's a bit on the skinny side for my tastes."
"Oooh, now that one I must have."
She was stopped and told to stand still and obey any commands given and to try not to react when they touched her. Touched her? Oh no, she couldn't possibly bear that.
She must have been about halfway down the line because it was a minute or so before the first people reached her but no longer. She was ordered to turn and bend over and kneel and stand and, a few times, was caressed and gently pinched. They were almost cold and totally impersonal in the way they spoke and touched her in such personal places that she became less anxious and just concentrated on obeying quickly to make a good impression.
That is, until he stepped up. She couldn't see or hear him. He was silent, guiding her movements with a gentle hand. But she swore she could feel his presence. And then, just before he left, he leaned towards her and she could smell his cologne and feel his warm breath against her neck as she whispered so quietly but confidently, "You are mine."
She couldn't remember the rest of the inspection but she came around when the auctioneer started the auction. He gave each submissive's age and any hard limits they had and asked for an initial bid. She had no idea what the subs looked like or whether they were male or female. All she knew was the final price paid. Some bidders called out when they bid but, apparently, some used a gesture of some kind.
Then it was her turn. She was gently guided forward and led to a different part of the stage. Her age and limits were announced and, to her surprise, several people immediately shouted out opening bids. She didn't have time to feel shocked or surprised as the bids rose rapidly. In a little while, there was just one voice shouting out and, apparently, one of the silent bidders bidding against them. She could hear the one bidder’s voice becoming more agitated and frustrated and she could not believe the price being said by the auctioneer.
Finally, with a loud curse, the vocal bidder stopped and the auctioneer pronounced her sold. She was led off the stage and to, she supposed, the one who had purchased her. When she got near, she immediately recognized his scent and felt the strength of his presence. His lips brushed her ear and she shuddered when he spoke to her.
"I told you that you were mine."
He was silent as they walked out of the larger room and down the hall, his hand still firm but gentle on her arm. They stopped and she could hear him unlock a door.
"Would you like a chaperone? I would not be at all offended if you did. Nod or shake your head, please."
She shook her head without hesitation, following her feelings more than her head. He led her forward and she heard the door close behind her. Still silent, he undid her gag and unlocked the handcuffs.
"Close your eyes, please," he said quietly before removing her blindfold. After a few seconds and from behind her, he calmly spoke again. "You may open your eyes now."
The room was dimly lit and she had a few moments to look around as he helped her put on a very soft and comfortable robe that came down to her mid-thighs. He took her hand and led her to a big overstuffed chair in the corner.
"Now, we have some things to talk about but first. Are you hungry? Would you like something to drink?"
She shook her head, eyes lowered, still silent as she hadn't been given permission to speak or make eye contact. Still, she could hear the smile in his voice when he spoke.
"We need to work out the details of our, for want of a better word, 'situation'. In order to do that, we need to be, at this point, equals. I want you to feel free to speak, look at me, even ask for anything that might make you feel more comfortable. And, for now, I want you to call me Gerald. What name would you be most comfortable with?"
She told him her middle name, still not comfortable enough to tell him her real name but she didn't want to lie to him.
"Thank you. Would you like to get dressed? I have some sweats here that should fit you and I've had the clothing you wore when you arrived brought to the room as well."
She told him she was fine in the robe, though she actually felt a little self-conscious, because she also felt a little sexy wearing just that.
For the next few minutes they just talked, like a first date, about the weather, their likes and dislikes. He got them something to drink from the minibar and commented on how expensive it was. Then, gently, he moved the conversation to what she was looking for as a slave, her desires and limits and goals. He took careful notes and, at one point, went over a long form of fetishes with her, asking her how she felt about each one in turn. It turned out that, for most of them, she really didn't need to say anything though, as if he could tell from her face when he said the words how she felt.
When she noticed the clock next, it had been over two hours since her blindfold had been removed. He put down his pen and looked over his notes and the form.
"Anything else you'd like to discuss before we get started?"
"Get started," she thought and it all hit her again: what she had done, what she would now have to do. She asked for a few minutes alone and he said he understood completely and asked how long she needed. When she hesitated, he suggested fifteen minutes. She thought that sounded about right so she nodded.
He smiled at her, a warm and comforting smile and, in a gesture that had more of an effect on her than she would have thought, rose and kissed her hand before leaving the room.
She was alone now. He had told her that her clothes were here. She could get dressed and leave. He might be in the hall but with the adrenaline she felt flooding through her, she was sure she could outrun an Olympic sprinter at this moment.
Instead, she closed her eyes and breathed deeply... one... two... three... four. Each breath calmed her and helped her focus. She had wanted this, desperately wanted… no needed this for as long as she could remember. And he was, as far as she could tell, everything she had wanted but hadn't known she had and nothing that she feared. She breathed in deeply and willed her inner strength to the fore, pushing back her fears and opening herself to whatever was to come. This was her dream, her desire, her destiny and she would experience it fully without any further hesitation.
Smiling and opening her eyes, she looked at the clock. She had one minute left. She took off the robe and knelt on the floor in the middle of the room, hands behind her back and head down and waited for his return. Anxiously but without fear.
She heard the door open and saw the light from the hallway as he entered. The door closed and she heard him walk towards her.
"I am pleased," he said, walking around her slowly. "There is much I want to teach you... show you... release from within you."
He paused. She continued to breathe though it took thought for her to do so.
"But first, I want to be certain we are in complete agreement. You are giving yourself to me by your own will and solely out of the desire to do so. Is that correct?"
"Yes," she answered.
"Continue," he said.
"I give myself to you by my own will solely out of my desire to do so."
"And you give yourself to me completely, in every way, denying me nothing beyond what we have agreed to. Is that correct?"
"Yes. I give myself to you completely, in every way, denying you nothing beyond what we have agreed to," she replied, feeling herself grow more excited as the words left her mouth.
Suddenly, he was in front of her, lifting her head by her hair, his thick, hard cock out and in front of her face.
"You are mine," he said, in a voice filled with lust and desire and raw, animal energy. He pushed her back, roughly, onto the floor, pushing himself between her legs and entering her in one powerful thrust. She screamed out, not in terror or fear but in an eruption of her desire and relinquishing of her power to him.
He fucked her. There was no other word for it. Hard and fast, moaning and grunting and pulling her onto him as much as pushing himself into her. She could not help but respond, clinging to him desperately and thrusting her hips.
"You are mine!" he growled into her ear. And again, "You are mine!"
She felt he expected a response. "I am yours," she breathed.
"Louder," he said.
"I am yours!" she cried out as she felt him swell inside her and felt herself contract around him. The sensation was beyond any she could have even dreamed; the complete abandonment freed her to feel that which she denied herself for so long. It swept through her, wave after wave, each time more powerful and earth shattering. And then, somehow, she was in his arms, curled up on his lap, still naked but more comfortable and safe than she had ever been in her life.
She had no idea how long they remained like that. She only knew the warmth and security she felt. She must have fallen asleep though because the next conscious memory she had was of him carrying her across the room to the bed. He sat her on the edge of the bed, turned on a couple of lights, and crouched down beside her, stroking her hair and smiling at her.
"If you'll give me just a minute, you can freshen up and we'll get continue. OK?"
She nodded, still a little out of it and watched him walk away. She already thought she was extremely lucky in who had bought her but, looking at his butt... and blushing, she was even happier. Looking around the room, it seemed like every other hotel room she'd ever been in except, obviously, more expensive. She heard the bathroom door open and he walked back towards her smiling again.
"Take as long as you like, my little sweet one."
She blushed again and kept her head down as she walked, feeling very naked now, to the bathroom with him watching her closely all the way. She cleaned herself up and spent some time fixing her hair and face, realizing after she was done that the brush, makeup, and other "girl things" laid out on the counter must be his doing. She looked at herself in the mirror wondering what anyone, let alone this man, saw in her then closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and walked back out, keeping her eyes down. She crossed the room to where he sat reading and knelt beside him with her hands in her lap.
He set down the book and kissed her on the top of the head.
"Very good, my little sweet one. Kneeling beside me is how I want you whenever you haven't been given any other command. We need to adjust your position a bit though."
He instructed her in what he called the default position: kneeling, on her toes, resting her weight on her heels, knees spread shoulder width apart, hands behind her back, her right hand holding her left wrist. He told her that, as she progressed, the position would be adjusted to a more advanced and difficult one.
He asked her to move to the center of the room. She began to stand but he stopped her.
"No, on your knees with your hands behind you, my little sweet one. You are never to stand or walk without explicit direction to do so. Is that understood, my little sweet one?"
She nodded.
"No. Say it."
"Yes, Sir," she replied, louder than she had intended, purposefully making sure the capital letter could be heard clearly.
He began to lead her through a series of positions, each with a name and very specific instructions. Every one followed by encouragement and praise. At one point, he opened a drawer and she felt something touch her. In a moment, she could see it was a crop. At first, she was afraid she had failed him already and she was to be beaten but he only used it to guide her body into the absolutely perfect positions.
With her eyes down, she couldn't see the clock but it seemed like hours that they worked on them. It got to the point where he would say a position's name and she would shift into it without having to think and, soon after that, he no longer needed to adjust her.
"I knew you would be a natural, my little sweet one," he said as he leaned down and kissed her forehead. She could feel herself blush, not just her face but her entire body. He chuckled. "And that just makes you all the more attractive, my little sweet one. Please sit on the edge of the bed."
She complied, stealing a glimpse of him as he turned to open another drawer and retrieve several bundles of rope. He unfurled one and held her arm out slightly and began wrapping the rope around it.
"You may look at me, my little sweet one. Do you have any questions about anything at this point? Anything at all?"
She shook her head. He wrapped and tied each wrist with practiced skill and careful attention to detail while explaining to her his preference for this particular rope material and how he "just didn't trust anyone else" to condition his rope. She had no idea what that meant but the rope did not feel at all rough against her skin and it put up no resistance to his efforts. When he had finished, she had rope wrapped in a wide span at each extremity and two long tethers hanging from each.
"Lie back on the bed and spread your arms and legs, my little sweet one," he said.
She complied and he began tying the tethers to each corner, explaining that they were going to work on her control now. He explained that whatever he did to her while she was in this position, she was to try not to react in any way. He emphasized "try". He told her that he knew she wouldn't be able to stop herself at first but that he would work with her and that he was sure she'd improve quickly. He said the ropes were to help her and that he would be gagging and blindfolding her as well, at first.
From a drawer, he took a small linen towel the he had folded several times. He had her open her mouth and he placed it inside, a little farther than was really comfortable but not so far as to make her gag. He then picked up the blindfold she had been wearing when they arrived in the room and looked it over with obvious disappointment.
"Not bad, though, for what we pay, it could be better."
He opened a drawer and pulled out a long, silken scarf. Smiling as he walked towards her, he gently turned her head to the side, wrapped it around her face three times, and tied it behind her head. Unlike the blindfold from before, it let in a little light but she really couldn't see anything.
"Now,” he said, “let's begin."
She heard music, soft classical music and felt him sit down next to her on the bed. He touched her face, caressing her cheek.
"So beautiful," he said softly, letting his fingers move along her jaw and a finger trace across her ear and down her neck. As that hand followed her shoulder down her arm, the other was letting its fingertips stroke patterns over her breasts. Her mind fought to follow both but when his touch grazed her nipple that won out. She moaned through the gag in spite of herself. He obviously noticed as one of his fingers began to trace lazy circles around her nipple and she felt the warmth of his mouth on the other.
This time, she moaned without any pretense of stopping herself. He sucked and licked and bit and touched and caressed and pinched and twisted her nipples and only them for untold minutes, never letting either be idle for even a second. Then, suddenly when those two tiny spots on her body were all she could sense, she felt cold metal against both and the pinch of what she decided must be clamps. This time, she screamed into the gag as the pain stabbed through her. As the pain subsided to a dull ache and her breath calmed, he leaned down to her ear.
"I enjoyed that a great deal. Did you, my little sweet one?"
She found herself nodding before she could really think. Yes, it hurt but in that “good way” she really didn’t understand completely.
As the metal of the clamps warmed to her skin temperature, his fingers traced their way around her breasts and down her stomach, sliding to the side and caressing her hips. Down her thighs they went, so slowly that she could barely tell they were moving at times. She longed for him to touch here "there", felt she'd do anything for just one finger grazing the wetness between her legs but feared it might be enough, at this point, to take her over the edge. She was certain that would be a violation and, while she was curious what the punishment would be, she did not want to experience it. Not when this was so wonderful.
He obviously had other ideas, so she tried to concentrate on the sensations he was giving her but he seemed to have more than ten fingers, more than two hands, more than one mouth. His touch, his caress, his kisses and licks, continued in the most mundane of places but with an amazing effect. She was as awake and alert as she had ever been but so completely relaxed and calm at the same time. She was able to focus a little when he sucked on her fingers and toes gently. It wasn't an entirely good or bad sensation but it was new and somehow, the way he did it, she knew it was very naughty.
Then, slowly, tenderly, his fingers slid up her thigh, leaning down to speak to her softly, "No matter what I do, my little sweet one, you are not to orgasm. Nod if you understand."
She nodded she understood, but she was sure that the first time he touched her... there... she would not be able to control herself.
His fingers reached the top of her thigh, sliding up one side of her wetness and down the other. She fought for control with everything she had, her breath coming in short, rapid bursts. He laid his hand between her legs, letting one finger rest in the center against her core. She squinted her eyes and involuntarily tried to closer her legs but the ropes held fast. She felt it welling up inside her as his finger began to slide up and down just a tiny bit, the pressure increasing slightly.
No. She would not fail him, not now. She pushed her mind elsewhere, doing alphabetical lists in her head and listening hard for the music. She would win over her desires, her needs. His finger shifted now, circling within the soft folds of flesh and pressing down harder. She began to lose control, her hips rising, her arms and legs straining at her bonds and then suddenly he stopped and withdrew his hand.
As she lay there panting and fighting for control, he leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Shhh, my little sweet one. Breathe deeply and concentrate. I'm going to give you some time to relax but I'll be right here beside you, I promise."
She could feel him sit up and shift on the edge of the bed until his hip was just barely in contact with hers. When she was confident that he was staying there, she tried to relax and breathe slowly and deeply, letting the soft, classical music guide her thoughts back to reality. Then she felt his hand begin moving up her thigh again and she almost cried, sure she could not make it through that again.
"You can do it, my little sweet one... for me."
His voice was a beacon, lifting her consciousness up and outside her body until his touch pulled it back. She lost track of how many times he brought her almost there and stopped, each time, pushing a little further, each time, a little longer. When he stopped the last time, he kissed her forehead and her cheeks and told her how very proud he was and what a wonderful job she was doing.
He removed the gag and helped her take a few sips of some ice cold water then gently laid her head back down and removed the blindfold before untying her arms and legs. Once again, he gathered her into his arms and held her tightly, stroking her skin tenderly as she once again became aware of where she was. She snuggled into him and closed her eyes, thinking that she’d never been so proud of herself or so happy.
She must have nodded off again because the next thing she knew, she was waking up to the sound of water running in the bathroom. He wrapped some white vinyl tape around her wrists and carried her to the bathroom, lowering her gently into the water. It was a little warmer than her normal bath but she adjusted quickly. He didn't speak so she didn't either.
He bathed her. Tenderly. Slowly. Thoroughly. Thick, rich rivers of suds flowed over her body. Oh and when he washed her hair... she thought she'd pass out from the sensuous feeling that overcame her. He helped her stand and rinsed her and then dried her with the softest towel she'd ever felt.
He pulled an even softer robe around her shoulders, though this one was rather shorter than the first one. He led her to the bed, seating her on it, facing away from the door with her hands still bound. He lifted her chin with his finger and bent down to kiss her gently.
There was a knock at the door.
She froze. Panicked. He wouldn't let someone else see her like this. He couldn't. She had completely forgotten about being paraded around in front of entire room full of people naked, somehow. He saw the look on her face, smiled at her reassuringly, and kissed her forehead before going to the door.
She heard him speak briefly with the room service attendant, never letting him past the door. He set a large tray of covered food on the table then came back to her.
"Lie face down on the bed, my little sweet one, over the pillows."
She did as requested. Commanded? More like directed this time. The pillows supported her chest and made lying down with her arms bound much more comfortable than she'd have thought. There were towels covering the comforter too. He removed the robe from her back and she felt the slight chill of her freshly bathed skin as it was bared again. He came back with the blindfold and put it on her.
"They say when you remove one sense, the others are more heightened, my little sweet one. Shall we test that?"
She knew the question was rhetorical but she couldn't help wondering just what he meant.
Then she felt something warm on her back, near the base, then something else warm but more slippery right on her left buttock. She felt something moving the first item and heard a bottle of something being shaken and felt little drops around the thing on her buttock. Oooh, it... it burned a little. Then, something... something flowed slowly over her back around the edges of whatever was there.
"Hold this, please," he said, placing a glass of something cold in her hands.
"Can you smell it, my little sweet one?"
She could, orange juice but so fresh. She longed for a taste. Then she felt a straw against her lips.
"Open, my little sweet one. Take a sip."
It was fantastic. Whether it was the quality of the juice or not having her sight taken away, it was the best she had ever tasted.
She heard some music start, some soft, slow instrumental but her mind went quickly to what was going on across her back. She felt pressure then, ever so slightly, a pricking and something hard tracing lines across it right where that thing had been placed. She heard him breathe in deeply and let out a very small moan.
"Sniff this, my little sweet one."
The warm, rich scent of maple syrup flooded her nostrils.
"Open, please, my little sweet one."
She opened her mouth and he put in a bit of light, fluffy pancake soaked in warm syrup. Again, it was exquisite.
"I bring my own syrup. This is a fine hotel but you can't count on them having real Vermont Maple. Open again, please."
Another bite. She chewed slowly. Then she felt the pricking and slicing on her bottom. The burning spread a bit. It wasn't painful, just noticeable.
"Open again, please."
She did and this time it was slippery and... oh, an egg and... Aaahhh! Her mouth was on fire. Hot sauce! It was drenched in hot sauce. She fought to force herself to swallow and did but she was panting when she opened her mouth.
He was chuckling as he slid another big bite of pancake in. Luckily, it cooled the fire completely. "Not big on spicy, huh? Well, I'll keep that to myself then."
He continued to share the pancakes though and let her sip the orange juice until, apparently, both were completely gone. He stood and she felt something cool and moist wiping the areas where the food had been. He sat her up, removed her blindfold and the tape from around her wrists. He guided her to kneel in front of him.
"Now, I'm going to tell you what's going to happen the rest of the day. It's going to seem a bit overwhelming but I know you are more than capable of handling it and I will be here to guide you through it."
He smiled at her, a deep, genuine "I can't help but smile at you" smile and she melted.
Yes, she thought, whatever came, as long as he was here she could handle it and whatever he would have her do, she would do it and do it well.
Elouise
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