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Her phone buzzed. She was not expecting the message that she received, and truth be told was quite excited to see it. Reading the quick message “Drinks, 7pm” she knew who it was from. Thinking back on the last time that she experienced this a healthy tingle started to creep. She did not know how to respond, what could he want, is this a request or a command. So many things that can be read into two words. She decided that it was best to not respond and that it was a command.
If it was a command how would she go about complying. So much had changed, she thought that she was not the same person that she was just a few month prior to this, but thinking of what might be coming she soon realized that she did not in fact change that much.
She decided that she was going to go, but how could she pull this off. In no time a story developed in her head, an old friend was in town and wanted to catch up. Yeah, a girls night out that would free her up for a while. She relayed this story and thankfully it was believable enough.
Driving to the location that she knew it was supposed to be at she thought longer about what might be happening. She was thinking of the rules that kept her bound for so long and as she recalled each one the tingle that she felt earlier grew.
Pulling into the parking lot she turned her keys over to the valet and got out. Heading to the hotel bar she walked right up at 7pm. She remembered how he valued punctuality. When her eyes adjusted to the darkness of the bar she scanned the half empty room to see if he was there. Not seeing anyone she began to get disappointed. Maybe this was not a command, but instead a request and she was supposed to have replied. Then she had to think back, very rarely did he ever make a request of her.
As she walked toward the bar the bartender motioned to a spot. “He said you would be on time” she said as she pointed to a drink sitting at the bar. Taking her seat she noticed that it was sitting on an odd coaster. Picking up the martini and taking a sip she realized that it a piece of paper with 112 written on it. The paper was wrapped around a room key. Looking back up the bartender winked at her and walked away.
Her mind began racing, thinking about where this was going. She knew that if she walked away she would displease him. Should she take the key and go to the room, or just finish the drink and walk away. As she sipped her martini she took her phone out of her purse to see if there were any more directions. She knew that she was just stalling for time, but in the back of her head she was hoping that he would just tell her what to do.
There was nothing there! She also decided that she would not respond. Clearly he was allowing her to make this decision on her own. Or did he know her so well that he knew that she would do as he asked. She did not even know what to do, should she take the key or should she go back home. If she was to go back home she would need to drive around for a little to make it seem like she was gone for a while actually catching up with friends. If she took the key, then what would she need to do from there.
She took the drink of her martini and started to get money out of her purse to pay the bartender. As she set it on the bar her hand grabbed the key and picked it up. As the bartender came to pick up the empty glass she pushed the money back toward her. “He already paid for that” she said with another wink and picked up the glass. The bartender must have seen that she picked up the key.
Well, that decided it, she was going to see this through. Taking her phone out of her purse she sent a text message “Looks like we might be drinking a few tonight, I might just stay at her hotel room.” She did not want to get up from the bar until she got a response and soon one came. “Ok, thanks for the heads up, stay safe”. With that permission in hand she walked out of the bar with the room key in hand and a plan to see this through. She turned off her phone and dropped it along with her ring her in purse as she stood outside room 112.
Sliding the key in the slot and hearing the click of the door unlocking she turned the handle and walked inside full of excitement and trepidation.
Walking in her heart skipped a beat when she saw him sitting in the chair with a box sitting on the bed.
“I’m pleased you came” he said. Once the word pleased hit her ears the tingle turned to a slow burn. She could not have imagined that he would still have this power of her. She did not mind, this is what she needed.
“I only want to please you Sir.” she responded. The memories of having that response drilled into her came back. So often it was mixed with both pain and pleasure. If she did not say that, she would get a spanking. Thinking back to his hand swatting her ass made her start to get wet. She would often not do it just to get a spanking, she knew how hard he would get and while the pain was temporary the pleasure was longer lasting.
“I got you something” he said pointing at the perfectly wrapped box sitting on the bed.
“Thank you, Sir” she said as she walked further into the room, setting her purse on the desk near the door. Sitting on the bed, picking up the box she slowly undid the bow on it and slowly opened the present. She felt like a small c***d at christmas, and wanted to rip open the box, but decided that he wanted her to slowly open this and like everything he had given to her, this was special.
Once the bow was off the box she slowly undid the paper covering the package. Opening it slowly he eyes fell on a lovely lingerie set. “He always did have a thing for matching bras and panties, well when he let me wear panties” her mind said to her. Seeing the set made her wet. She knew what was expected of her now.
“Thank you, Sir” she said pulling the pieces out of the box. She wanted nothing more than to try these on. Yet, her training was coming back, he would tell her what she was to do. She now knew what was expected of her. Up to her walking in the door she was not his Sweet Girl. She could do as she pleased, and did not have to ask for permission. Once she crossed the threshold of the hotel room she was Sweet Girl. She was his, her body was made for his pleasure. Everything that he taught her, and was expected of her was in effect.
“Well, try it on, Sweet Girl” he said as he took a sip of his own drink.
She was about to go to the bathroom to change out of her dress and get into the lingerie set. Then she knew better, there was no room for modesty, there was no place for her to have her own body. Slowly she got out of the dress, bra, panties, and other articles of clothing that she wore into the room and got dressed in what could only be called her uniform for the night.
Pulling on the stockings and making sure that everything was in its proper place. She could feel the panties sticking to her wetness. She just realized how turned on she was. Once she had everything in place she did a quick twirl to show him every inch. Knowing that he was watching made it all the more special. This was for him and him alone and her urge to please him was growing.
“Thank you, Sir.” she said again as she turned and looked at him. She could see on his face how pleased he was, and this made her more wet. She never realized how important that was for her, until this moment in this room. Slowly she walked over to him making sure that he was allowed to see how well it fit, and to add a little bit of intensity to the situation.
As she stood in front of him for inspection as she had done so many times before she felt her whole body tingle with excitement. As his hands ran down her legs the feeling of it through the stocking sent shivers down her spine that ended at her wetness. As his fingers traced up the inside of her thighs she almost moaned, but held her breath as his fingers lightly touched the growing wet spot in the panties.
He motioned for her to turn around and she did. His hands again ran up the back side of her legs and rested on her ass. She could feel his fingers running back down reaching between her legs and touching her wet spot longer this time.
“I’m very pleased” he said. Her heart skipped a beat and she could feel her wetness growing. She always loved how his words had such a noticeable effect on her body. She stood up straight again, with pride, and turned back around. She could see the smile on his face and she was happy that she had pleased him. She also noticed a bulge growing in his pants and she knew what was expected of her next.
Kneeling before him in the chair her hand went to his zipper and slowly pulled it down. She felt his cock and grew wetter. As she pulled his pants and boxers down off his legs freeing her prize she looked longly into his eyes as she took him into her mouth. As soon as his head passed her lips and she could taste him her mind brought up all the good memories that she had. She knew how he liked his blow jobs and like muscle memory she began to slowly take him in and pull back.
With each stroke in her mouth she could feel his pussy getting wetter. Knelling before him in the chair and looking at the grin on his face as she pleased him with her mouth made the wet pussy beg for attention. The back of her mind was telling her that his needs came first. Her pleasure was directly linked to pleasing him, and that if she wanted anything she would first have to sacrifice.
Slowly pulling him out of her mouth she began to take one of his balls into her mouth and reached up to stroke his cock. The taste was better than she remembered and the feeling was divine. Slowly she stroked him and then took him back into her mouth, letting him fill her up as she slowly worked on him.
Each time she would pull his cock out of her mouth she felt empty, and needed to put it back in. Each time she put it back in a moan would escape his mouth and she grew wetter. She could feel her wetness seeping out of her and trickling down her legs. Again she took him deeper into her mouth and pulled back again. With each one the moan and the trickle she grew needer and needer. She needed him and she wanted him. Reaching up and touching his sack again she heard him moan in pleasure.
Knowing him as well as she did she knew that she was doing her best. She was doing all the things that he had taught her to do. Massaging his balls again she felt his cock twitch in her mouth. Sliding back down on it she felt it twitch again as he came. The taste was better than she had remembered and there was nothing more that she wanted than to have it all. She kept him in swallowing every last drop that came out.
She did not pull him out of her mouth until she felt him go slightly soft. Looking up at him and seeing the smile grow across his face she knew that she had done a good job. She stood and allowed him to get up.
“I’m very pleased, Sweet Girl.” as he took her hand and walked her over to the bed. He sat her down on the edge of the bed and got in behind her again. She could see him behind her in the mirror that was on the wall. He pulled her hand behind her back and she felt the coolness of the metal cuffs as she secured her. The feeling of this coupled with the position she was in made her even more wet.
She watched as his hands ran over her body. Touching her breast and then slowly moving down her flat stomach. The closer he got to the wetness she spread her legs in anticipation, wanting nothing more than for him to feel how wet she was. Watching in the mirror and feeling him at the same time increased the intensity. When his hand slipped under the panties she instantly spread her legs even wider to allow him the access that was his.
When one of his fingers slid into her she could not hold this moan back. She needed his touch and he was finally giving it to her. She did not know how long she needed it, but she finally got it and there was nothing more that she wanted from this world than his touch. Feeling him prob her and knowing that she was sopping wet made her even more pleased. She knew he was happy with her, even after all this time.
When the next finger slid into her she moaned again. Her entire world collapsed to this one moment in time, and nothing else mattered at this moment that giving her body over to him. She wanted to close her eyes and just enjoy, but seeing and feeling were such a lovely cocktail that she wanted to enjoy every minute of this.
As his fingers felt and played with her wetness she could feel the need to cum grow inside of her. It was a slow tickle at first and was growing with each time his fingers slid into her and out of her. Another moan as he pushed them deeper into the wetness. “Sir” she would gasp as he pulled them out. She knew now more than ever that there had always been an empty feeling in her, and she did not like it. His fingers slid back in and she almost felt the dam burst, but held back, and regained her composure. Sliding them back in and she almost lost it again.
As he slid his fingers back into her she could feel his breath on her ear as he whispered a single command. “Cum for me, Sweet Girl!” and with that all the pressure that was building inside of her broke free. Her moans were loud as she came on his fingers and hand. Soaking the already wet panties and producing a noticeable wet spot on the bed.
All of this was nothing to worry about. Her body was ripe for this orgasm and as it coursed through her body she did not care. She was in bliss and was only brought back to reality when she felt his fingers slide out of the wetness leaving that empty feeling. He offered up two fingers for her to taste as she licked them clean she relished the flavor. The tastes and feelings were all coming back to her, and she could also feel his cock getting hard again pressing against her hands firmly clasped behind her back.
He slid out from behind her and gently pushed her down on the bed. She tried to find a comfortable spot but found it to be hard with her hands in the position they were in. He walked around in front of her and picked her legs up and brought them up to his shoulders. In one quick move he pushed aside the soaked panties and plunged his cock into her.
Another moan escaped her lips as he replaced the emptiness of his fingers with the fullness of his cock. He began to slowly slide out of her making sure to slightly drag her body across her hands and then would push back in. Each stroke made her feel the need to cum again. So close to the first one, she knew she had to hold them back. Looking at his face framed by her feet and feeling his body fill her up drew her closer and closer.
He began to pick up steam pushing into her faster now. He let go of her legs and she wrapped them around his waist trying to pull more of his cock into her with each stroke. “Fuck me, Sir” she begged as he used her body. She forgot about her hands all she could think about was pulling his cock deeper into her. She wanted his cock, she needed it. With each stroke she could feel more of her wetness seeping out. The wet spot was growing and growing.
The more he fucked her the more she needed it. She was wild with the desire to please him and have him please her. Pulling out of her she whimpered that the emptiness was back. It did not last long as he flipped her around and got behind her. In this position she could look up in the mirror and see him behind her. Again with one swift push he was inside of her filling up the emptiness that she hated feeling. His hands were on her hips pulling her back onto his cock with each thrust. Sometimes he would slap her ass, in a playful way, and she could feel the need to cum grow.
“PLEASE FUCK ME, SIR” she half moaned and screamed as he continued to fill her up. “Cum on me, Sweet Girl” he said continuing to fuck her. Her second orgasm was more powerful that the first. She began moaning as the waves of pleasure coursed through her body as he continued to fill her up with him. He pulled her back sharply onto his cock and she could feel his cock twitch as his own orgasm happened in the middle of hers.
The both collapsed on the bed with him still inside of her growing soft and letting both of their cum mix together. “I’m very pleased with you, Sweet Girl” he said brushing aside her sweaty hair from her face. “Thank you, sir” she said half delirious with her orgasm.
If it was a command how would she go about complying. So much had changed, she thought that she was not the same person that she was just a few month prior to this, but thinking of what might be coming she soon realized that she did not in fact change that much.
She decided that she was going to go, but how could she pull this off. In no time a story developed in her head, an old friend was in town and wanted to catch up. Yeah, a girls night out that would free her up for a while. She relayed this story and thankfully it was believable enough.
Driving to the location that she knew it was supposed to be at she thought longer about what might be happening. She was thinking of the rules that kept her bound for so long and as she recalled each one the tingle that she felt earlier grew.
Pulling into the parking lot she turned her keys over to the valet and got out. Heading to the hotel bar she walked right up at 7pm. She remembered how he valued punctuality. When her eyes adjusted to the darkness of the bar she scanned the half empty room to see if he was there. Not seeing anyone she began to get disappointed. Maybe this was not a command, but instead a request and she was supposed to have replied. Then she had to think back, very rarely did he ever make a request of her.
As she walked toward the bar the bartender motioned to a spot. “He said you would be on time” she said as she pointed to a drink sitting at the bar. Taking her seat she noticed that it was sitting on an odd coaster. Picking up the martini and taking a sip she realized that it a piece of paper with 112 written on it. The paper was wrapped around a room key. Looking back up the bartender winked at her and walked away.
Her mind began racing, thinking about where this was going. She knew that if she walked away she would displease him. Should she take the key and go to the room, or just finish the drink and walk away. As she sipped her martini she took her phone out of her purse to see if there were any more directions. She knew that she was just stalling for time, but in the back of her head she was hoping that he would just tell her what to do.
There was nothing there! She also decided that she would not respond. Clearly he was allowing her to make this decision on her own. Or did he know her so well that he knew that she would do as he asked. She did not even know what to do, should she take the key or should she go back home. If she was to go back home she would need to drive around for a little to make it seem like she was gone for a while actually catching up with friends. If she took the key, then what would she need to do from there.
She took the drink of her martini and started to get money out of her purse to pay the bartender. As she set it on the bar her hand grabbed the key and picked it up. As the bartender came to pick up the empty glass she pushed the money back toward her. “He already paid for that” she said with another wink and picked up the glass. The bartender must have seen that she picked up the key.
Well, that decided it, she was going to see this through. Taking her phone out of her purse she sent a text message “Looks like we might be drinking a few tonight, I might just stay at her hotel room.” She did not want to get up from the bar until she got a response and soon one came. “Ok, thanks for the heads up, stay safe”. With that permission in hand she walked out of the bar with the room key in hand and a plan to see this through. She turned off her phone and dropped it along with her ring her in purse as she stood outside room 112.
Sliding the key in the slot and hearing the click of the door unlocking she turned the handle and walked inside full of excitement and trepidation.
Walking in her heart skipped a beat when she saw him sitting in the chair with a box sitting on the bed.
“I’m pleased you came” he said. Once the word pleased hit her ears the tingle turned to a slow burn. She could not have imagined that he would still have this power of her. She did not mind, this is what she needed.
“I only want to please you Sir.” she responded. The memories of having that response drilled into her came back. So often it was mixed with both pain and pleasure. If she did not say that, she would get a spanking. Thinking back to his hand swatting her ass made her start to get wet. She would often not do it just to get a spanking, she knew how hard he would get and while the pain was temporary the pleasure was longer lasting.
“I got you something” he said pointing at the perfectly wrapped box sitting on the bed.
“Thank you, Sir” she said as she walked further into the room, setting her purse on the desk near the door. Sitting on the bed, picking up the box she slowly undid the bow on it and slowly opened the present. She felt like a small c***d at christmas, and wanted to rip open the box, but decided that he wanted her to slowly open this and like everything he had given to her, this was special.
Once the bow was off the box she slowly undid the paper covering the package. Opening it slowly he eyes fell on a lovely lingerie set. “He always did have a thing for matching bras and panties, well when he let me wear panties” her mind said to her. Seeing the set made her wet. She knew what was expected of her now.
“Thank you, Sir” she said pulling the pieces out of the box. She wanted nothing more than to try these on. Yet, her training was coming back, he would tell her what she was to do. She now knew what was expected of her. Up to her walking in the door she was not his Sweet Girl. She could do as she pleased, and did not have to ask for permission. Once she crossed the threshold of the hotel room she was Sweet Girl. She was his, her body was made for his pleasure. Everything that he taught her, and was expected of her was in effect.
“Well, try it on, Sweet Girl” he said as he took a sip of his own drink.
She was about to go to the bathroom to change out of her dress and get into the lingerie set. Then she knew better, there was no room for modesty, there was no place for her to have her own body. Slowly she got out of the dress, bra, panties, and other articles of clothing that she wore into the room and got dressed in what could only be called her uniform for the night.
Pulling on the stockings and making sure that everything was in its proper place. She could feel the panties sticking to her wetness. She just realized how turned on she was. Once she had everything in place she did a quick twirl to show him every inch. Knowing that he was watching made it all the more special. This was for him and him alone and her urge to please him was growing.
“Thank you, Sir.” she said again as she turned and looked at him. She could see on his face how pleased he was, and this made her more wet. She never realized how important that was for her, until this moment in this room. Slowly she walked over to him making sure that he was allowed to see how well it fit, and to add a little bit of intensity to the situation.
As she stood in front of him for inspection as she had done so many times before she felt her whole body tingle with excitement. As his hands ran down her legs the feeling of it through the stocking sent shivers down her spine that ended at her wetness. As his fingers traced up the inside of her thighs she almost moaned, but held her breath as his fingers lightly touched the growing wet spot in the panties.
He motioned for her to turn around and she did. His hands again ran up the back side of her legs and rested on her ass. She could feel his fingers running back down reaching between her legs and touching her wet spot longer this time.
“I’m very pleased” he said. Her heart skipped a beat and she could feel her wetness growing. She always loved how his words had such a noticeable effect on her body. She stood up straight again, with pride, and turned back around. She could see the smile on his face and she was happy that she had pleased him. She also noticed a bulge growing in his pants and she knew what was expected of her next.
Kneeling before him in the chair her hand went to his zipper and slowly pulled it down. She felt his cock and grew wetter. As she pulled his pants and boxers down off his legs freeing her prize she looked longly into his eyes as she took him into her mouth. As soon as his head passed her lips and she could taste him her mind brought up all the good memories that she had. She knew how he liked his blow jobs and like muscle memory she began to slowly take him in and pull back.
With each stroke in her mouth she could feel his pussy getting wetter. Knelling before him in the chair and looking at the grin on his face as she pleased him with her mouth made the wet pussy beg for attention. The back of her mind was telling her that his needs came first. Her pleasure was directly linked to pleasing him, and that if she wanted anything she would first have to sacrifice.
Slowly pulling him out of her mouth she began to take one of his balls into her mouth and reached up to stroke his cock. The taste was better than she remembered and the feeling was divine. Slowly she stroked him and then took him back into her mouth, letting him fill her up as she slowly worked on him.
Each time she would pull his cock out of her mouth she felt empty, and needed to put it back in. Each time she put it back in a moan would escape his mouth and she grew wetter. She could feel her wetness seeping out of her and trickling down her legs. Again she took him deeper into her mouth and pulled back again. With each one the moan and the trickle she grew needer and needer. She needed him and she wanted him. Reaching up and touching his sack again she heard him moan in pleasure.
Knowing him as well as she did she knew that she was doing her best. She was doing all the things that he had taught her to do. Massaging his balls again she felt his cock twitch in her mouth. Sliding back down on it she felt it twitch again as he came. The taste was better than she had remembered and there was nothing more that she wanted than to have it all. She kept him in swallowing every last drop that came out.
She did not pull him out of her mouth until she felt him go slightly soft. Looking up at him and seeing the smile grow across his face she knew that she had done a good job. She stood and allowed him to get up.
“I’m very pleased, Sweet Girl.” as he took her hand and walked her over to the bed. He sat her down on the edge of the bed and got in behind her again. She could see him behind her in the mirror that was on the wall. He pulled her hand behind her back and she felt the coolness of the metal cuffs as she secured her. The feeling of this coupled with the position she was in made her even more wet.
She watched as his hands ran over her body. Touching her breast and then slowly moving down her flat stomach. The closer he got to the wetness she spread her legs in anticipation, wanting nothing more than for him to feel how wet she was. Watching in the mirror and feeling him at the same time increased the intensity. When his hand slipped under the panties she instantly spread her legs even wider to allow him the access that was his.
When one of his fingers slid into her she could not hold this moan back. She needed his touch and he was finally giving it to her. She did not know how long she needed it, but she finally got it and there was nothing more that she wanted from this world than his touch. Feeling him prob her and knowing that she was sopping wet made her even more pleased. She knew he was happy with her, even after all this time.
When the next finger slid into her she moaned again. Her entire world collapsed to this one moment in time, and nothing else mattered at this moment that giving her body over to him. She wanted to close her eyes and just enjoy, but seeing and feeling were such a lovely cocktail that she wanted to enjoy every minute of this.
As his fingers felt and played with her wetness she could feel the need to cum grow inside of her. It was a slow tickle at first and was growing with each time his fingers slid into her and out of her. Another moan as he pushed them deeper into the wetness. “Sir” she would gasp as he pulled them out. She knew now more than ever that there had always been an empty feeling in her, and she did not like it. His fingers slid back in and she almost felt the dam burst, but held back, and regained her composure. Sliding them back in and she almost lost it again.
As he slid his fingers back into her she could feel his breath on her ear as he whispered a single command. “Cum for me, Sweet Girl!” and with that all the pressure that was building inside of her broke free. Her moans were loud as she came on his fingers and hand. Soaking the already wet panties and producing a noticeable wet spot on the bed.
All of this was nothing to worry about. Her body was ripe for this orgasm and as it coursed through her body she did not care. She was in bliss and was only brought back to reality when she felt his fingers slide out of the wetness leaving that empty feeling. He offered up two fingers for her to taste as she licked them clean she relished the flavor. The tastes and feelings were all coming back to her, and she could also feel his cock getting hard again pressing against her hands firmly clasped behind her back.
He slid out from behind her and gently pushed her down on the bed. She tried to find a comfortable spot but found it to be hard with her hands in the position they were in. He walked around in front of her and picked her legs up and brought them up to his shoulders. In one quick move he pushed aside the soaked panties and plunged his cock into her.
Another moan escaped her lips as he replaced the emptiness of his fingers with the fullness of his cock. He began to slowly slide out of her making sure to slightly drag her body across her hands and then would push back in. Each stroke made her feel the need to cum again. So close to the first one, she knew she had to hold them back. Looking at his face framed by her feet and feeling his body fill her up drew her closer and closer.
He began to pick up steam pushing into her faster now. He let go of her legs and she wrapped them around his waist trying to pull more of his cock into her with each stroke. “Fuck me, Sir” she begged as he used her body. She forgot about her hands all she could think about was pulling his cock deeper into her. She wanted his cock, she needed it. With each stroke she could feel more of her wetness seeping out. The wet spot was growing and growing.
The more he fucked her the more she needed it. She was wild with the desire to please him and have him please her. Pulling out of her she whimpered that the emptiness was back. It did not last long as he flipped her around and got behind her. In this position she could look up in the mirror and see him behind her. Again with one swift push he was inside of her filling up the emptiness that she hated feeling. His hands were on her hips pulling her back onto his cock with each thrust. Sometimes he would slap her ass, in a playful way, and she could feel the need to cum grow.
“PLEASE FUCK ME, SIR” she half moaned and screamed as he continued to fill her up. “Cum on me, Sweet Girl” he said continuing to fuck her. Her second orgasm was more powerful that the first. She began moaning as the waves of pleasure coursed through her body as he continued to fill her up with him. He pulled her back sharply onto his cock and she could feel his cock twitch as his own orgasm happened in the middle of hers.
The both collapsed on the bed with him still inside of her growing soft and letting both of their cum mix together. “I’m very pleased with you, Sweet Girl” he said brushing aside her sweaty hair from her face. “Thank you, sir” she said half delirious with her orgasm.
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