Tonight will be the first time he sees her face, Laura knew what he looked like from the photos he sent. Excitedly, she walked into the hotel, got the key from the front desk and headed up to the fifth floor. The first thing she noticed was four candles, two on either side of the bed; they filled the room with a soft glow. From the door, she could see the slider to the balcony was open and the curtain was waving from the soft ocean breeze. There was a faint clicking sound and she followed it to a pair of cuffs dangling from the railing. It was clear Sir had plans for the evening that included something outside.
Her instructions were on the bed; a sheet of purchasing paper folded with exacting edges. Looking around the room she felt delighted and aroused. On the head board were two ropes drawn over the posts; a long sleeve white shirt hung on the close door and it appeared as if it had been pressed. A garter belt with stockings and black panties were on the foot of the bed. OnThe table was a plug and a shot glass filled with brown whiskey; it was jack, there was no doubt in her mind. Apparently, Sir went through painstaking detail to get the room ready.
The writing on the outside of her instructions was hand written and his penmanship was impeccable; “drink first, and then read.” She grabbed the letter, sat down and hit the shot like a pro. The warmth went down her throat like sliding into a steaming hot tub on a clear cold night. She remembered one of the first private things she told him, “I have a shot of Jack, just one.” Damn, he understands how a woman works.
“Laura, it’s been quite a while since our first email and I feel we’re ready. Please follow these instructions and let’s enjoy our evening together.” Before she finished the first sentence, her heart rate had increased and she was wet with anticipation. “In the nightstand are some toys; I want you to choose three you think we will play with and place them on the pillow. Dress in the items I have provided and put the panties on the outside of the garter and stockings.”
The excitement she felt as her clothes dropped to the floor was exhaust and donning the objects he picked made her feel sexy, wanted and desired. The shirt had a hint of his cologne and it smelled discerning, “please leave all the buttons unfasted except for the last two.”
She opened the nightstand and was excited to see some her favorite things; she selected nipple clamps, a blind fold and the firm leather paddle. Thoughts of him spanking her ass, blind folded while the clamps pinched her nipples made the heat between her legs intensify.
“Insert the plug into your sexy ass and when I bend you over, I want to see the outline of the base against your panties.” His commands made her aroused beyond anything she has experienced and slipping it in her bum was sensing. “When you’re properly dressed, go to the balcony and peer over the edge.”
Laura made her way to the balconyand looked down; she could see the activity around the pool and the Tiki hut. Sir was at the bar, looking intently up at the balcony; she instinctively knew what to do for him. With her wait pressed against the railing, she opened his shirt and let the girls enjoy the night air. Laura cupped her breasts and she massed them as he watched. The evening air made her nipples erect and she pinched them between her thumb and forefingers until she felt the electricity run to her crotch.
Sir took one hand and claped it around his wrist and then the other; she knew what this means; she cuffed herself; and waited.
Laura’s back was to the door and she heard him come in. “Do not turn around,” his voice was stern and deliberate. He didn’t waste time; she felt the blind fold slip over her head and cover her eyes. “I expected you to arouse me with Your balcony show and you didn’t disappoint. You looked quite sexy playing with the girls; but I especially liked when you cuffed yourself to the rail.” There was something about hearing his voice and not seeing him that aroused her.
Sir tugged at the collar of the shirt and he slipped it off her shoulders; it bunched around her wrists and hung there, drawn over the cuffs. He stepped back in the room and left her on the balcony, naked and alone. She heard a metal on metal sound in the room and wondered how long he would leave her there.
It’s Almost like you could hear the air parting as the leather paddle made it way to her ass. The type of sound that makes you wonder; what is that? And just as the thought makes its way into the receivers in her brain, a sudden and abrupt action changes the entire situation.
CRACK!!! Laura was not sure if the sound started her more or the impact, whichever it was, her had her full attention. She felt the sting of the paddle and it was loud enough for others to hear. Sir’s hand grasped the back of her hair, knotted it up tightly in his fist, bent her over at the waitand pulled her backwards. Her arms were stretched out and he forced his knee between her legs. “Spread your legs Laura, I want to see if I can make my pussy drip as I paddle you.” Out on the balcony she was exposed, vulnerable and on public display. Her mind recalled another chat they had and she remembered telling him this is what she wanted.
Whoosh, SMACK!!! A second jolt was delivered to her sweet ass; this time to the other cheese and he spanked her with authority and purpose. She could hear voices around the hotel and she knew if others were on their balconies, they would see her being throttled, hear the impact. There was no mistake, Sir liked this and she understood something; this was as much for him as it was for her.
“I was once considered a pansy type; thought unable to push boundaries to the desired limits. Do you feel like that is the case, Laura? Am I a pansy?”
“Not really, I…” SMACK, SMACK, SMACK!!!
“Please remember protocol Laura; or it may turninto a long night for you.” Damn, the chats they had were not just playful and innocent talks; he was training her. She started to put these things together; he’s been molding me for this night; for our sessions together. Her pussy was soaked and she wanted more…
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