Submitted post approval of my Sir Sandy79dom.
Its a stormy day, much like my mood. We have decided to meet the first time ever. Location: a hotel room registered for two. I’ve just gotten off the plane and am standing in the line to clear customs. I have my ear phones on. I check my email and I have a voice message from you!!! I look around to make sure other passengers are minding their own business. I hear your message: “My slut hope you are on your way to see me, I have plans for you little one. Once you are ready to get out of the airport i want you to go the washroom before you leave, remove your underwear and bra. Then come to me. I’ll be waiting for you slut.”
This is when I start getting wet and I clench my pussy and shift from toe to toe. My nipples decide to give you a standing ovation too.
I clear the customs and walk out to the lucky belt get my bag and off I go to the toilet. I quickly close it and breathe deep. Im dressed in my denim tights and a black tee with a neck scarf. I remove my bra my nipples peaking and poking at my tee shirt and then remove my undies and yes they are wet. But now the lining of my tights is sitting right on my clip and I’m in a whole new mess. All I can do is worry out while covering my breasts with the scarf (thanking for small mergers). I catch the taxi from the airport to go to our meeting place and realize my dilemma. The seat rubs the lining Further on my clip. Hence my mood matches the weather’s currently, a thunderstorm.
I get out of the taxi with a fury and a fever for you. You, my darling Sir, are going to get a fresh of my thoughts when I actually see you!! Dragging my bag and taking long strides because my boobs dont stop jiggling, I reach the hotel lobby. I look for you and there you are waiting in one of the blindes staring at me. Of course you are dressed in a blue shirt with first two buttons open. Black trousered legs crossed over. You gesture me with your right hand finger to come to you. Im still angry at you, though having seen you in person I’m simply more aroused than before. I take my time looking around the lobby before reaching in front of you. My lips are flat nd eyes distant with anger. I stare at you for a while and you make no effort to stand or say hello; you stare back unaffected.
“Hello Sandy” i say coldly
“Hi Smitha” you say with an emotion I cant name.
And thats all it takes you to melt my anger. My breath hitches and you see the change, you look down and smile. You stand up and lead the way making an effort not to touch me. I ogle your bottom in those well tailored trousers, stop myself from drooling, push my glasses up and follow you forgetting all about my boobs.
At the elevator you look down at me and catch me ogling you, I look away. We reach the room in uncomfortable silence (atleast on my part, you look unruffled). You open the door and allow me to get in first (which I thought was chivalrous but you Sir were not being a gentleman at all. You were checking out my saggy butt and I find that when I turn towards you and see you’ve got a self satisfied smile on your mug!!)
My anger returns more than before “Now listen here Sandy, lets get one thing cleared…!”
Suddenly im pinned to the wall “You wont call me Sandy for the next 48 hours you share with me slut!” You say with a menace that has me speechless.
“In fact next time you call me anything but Sir, i’ll gag you is it clear?”
“IS IT CLEAR SLUT?” You’ve raised your voice for the first time.
“Yes Sir” I look down as I reply, confused as to how you turned the tables on me.
“You’ve got exactly 10 minutes to freshen up use it wisely, I’ve got a tight schedule.” I take my bag and am about to go in the bathroom when you yank at my hair and scold me,
“Aren’t you forgetting something you filtered bitch?”
“Sorry Sir! Thank you Sir!” I say cringing in pain. You let go and I find I’ve got tears in my eyes so I rush off in the bathroom turn on the shower and cry silently. After a quick wash I manage to brush my teeth and continue my composition.
I walk out naked find you sitting in the single sofa and knee down by your right leg. Tears threatening again (obeying you is more difficult than I thought!) I look at your feet you’ve removed your shoes and socks.
“Kiss my feet slut” I comply, bend down and kiss each foot.
“Lick and clean them like I’ve taught you.”
“Yes Sir, thank you Sir!” I say softly. I kiss and lick each toe then lick the sole and the heel and lick the ankles. I’m licking your right ankle when I feel you move and cares my left first and then right bottom cheese with your hand. I start breathing faster with your touch, very aware of your large hands and thick fingers and my traitor pussy dripping.
“You’re angry at me Smitha?” You ask gently, I nod my head while licking your ankles.
“Can you tell me, who am I to you?”
“My Master Sir, my owner.”
“Smitha Smitha, then why do you make your life difficult hmmmm?” You chide me like a child and I feel guilty.
“I enjoyed watching your tits bounce though your scarf was obstructive. I also liked your ass bouncing, if I put my finger in your cunt what will I find?”
“Im wet for you Sir!”
“tsk tsk Smitha! You filter cunt how shall I punish you? Oh I know, get up my bitch, lie on the bed and spread out your hands and legs.” You use my scarf to tie one hand to the bed and your kerchiefs to tie the rest.
I’m spread out for you naked in the bed tied and prepped, my nipples swollen and peaking, my cunt dripping for you. You stand at the end of the bed as you take in this sight. Then you promptly turn away and sit at the desk with your laptop open working with your back to me. I squirm on the bed seeking relief my nipples hurting because the air con is on. My breath uneven as my tummy muscles quiver in the cool air. I am determinedNot to look at your back, so I stare at the ceiling and at some point my adrenaline wans and exhaustion takes over.
I wake up with a need to be fucked and realise you are playing with my nipples and massaging my breasts. I moan in pleasure and realise I’m still tied up. “I like crushing your melons bitch they are perfect for a boob job but they sag so I’ll have to tie them up.”
You have a thick silky rope which you wind tightly around one boob, loop tightly under my neck, wind around the other boob and tie the ends of each side in the middle bringing them close.
“Now they are perfect for fucking!”
To be continued..
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