We've gone to Atlanta, you and I, for a business meeting. The meeting isover, and we have stayed to have a quiet weekend together. You're stillliving so far away, and the time we can spend together and put work away iswonderful for us. We're staying in the big Hyatt downtown, the one with thebig central atrium. All the rooms open onto the atrium, there are therequisite glass elevators, and plants hanging everywhere, and a bar with awooden lattice roof. We have an enormous suite, with a huge bath. The roomand setting seem to have promise. I grin inside, big, anticipating the gamesI can set up.
We spend the day going to the science museum, and the dinosaur show, andwalking around holding hands and mostly feeling good to be together. It starts to rain and we get cold, and a little tired. So we decide to go backup to our room. I light all the candles I've put around the room, and turnoff the lights. It gets dark early, now, and the city is a glitteringbackdrop for us.
Let's take a shower, I suggest. You've flopped down on the bed. No, yousay, I don't feel much like it. That gets my attention, you so seldomdecline that offer. I walk over to you, and slap your ass, and demand"what?". You don't even bother to roll over or answer, just grunt orsomething. Time for a lesson, I think. I usually don't top you, but thehotel has given me some ideas. "That's just not an acceptable answer, pet". It takes a moment for the tone, the words and calling you pet to sink in. You sit bolt upright but bow your head and say "Ma'am?"
"Better, pet, better". I grab a tie of yours and reach around you and tieyour hands behind your back. "Undress me, now". "With my teeth?" You havenever done anything like that before, and have lots of trouble with thebuttons and my bra. I leave my stockings and garter on and push you backdown.
"Now what should I do with a bad pet, any suggestions?" I glare at you. Youlift your head, smiling at me, wanting to play. Thwack, the smile earns youa slap across your face, so hard you can see white finger imprints on yourcheek. I am deadly serious. "Bad attitude, pet, bad attitude". I rip openyour shirt and pop off a button or two. You wince, and I rake my fingernailsdown your chest, hard. I take your pants, shoes and socks off. "It's coldin here, pet" and I get a robe for me, but leave you to shiver for a bit. "Yes, ma'am".
"Kneel" I tell you, and you get down as best you can, shirt flapping, handsstill tied. I grab your chin and hold your face up to me. "Mine" and Istare hard into your eyes. Vastly uncomfortable in your position, you canonly nod at me. I grab your balls, and squeeze. "Mine, too". You nodagain, eyes down. I know that I have you and you will do what I say. "NOW,we will go shower". I take off my stockings and robe, snapping my fingersfor you to follow as I go into the shower. You inch forward on your kneesand stop in the very large shower-tub. You do not ask what to do, and I ampleased. "Climb in, pet, I'll help if you need it". You awkwardly rollyourself into the shower, as I turn on the water, drenching you and yourshirt and the tie.
The bath/shower here is wonderful. It is almost an entire room, space enoughfor two people to lie or kneel or whatever. There are towel racks on twosides, and lots of nice no-skid things on the bottom. I untie your hands,just dropping the wet shirt. "You'll need to clean that up later, pet, stayon your knees, for now". I retie your hands to the two racks so that you arefacing the back of the shower. They are just far enough apart that you cangrip onto both of them, but it makes you stretch. The muscles on your backstand out wonderfully. "Spread your knees, wide apart" and you do. Thewater is falling full on your back, and the whole place is getting quitesteamy. I turn the water off, and stand behind you, running my hands overyour back and around the sides to the front. They are light featherytouches, enough to tickle. You rock on your hips, wanting more, trying tomake me touch higher, your nipples, or lower. But I just keep teasing asyour cck bobs up and down.
"Stand up" I say in a low, hard voice. You don't like that voice, you'vetold me many times. Its wonderful to know that and use it. You don't havemuch luck at standing up either. You can get your legs under you, but givenhow tightly and far apart your arms are tethered, you are forced to bendover. The shower is on one of those movable snakes. I turn it on warm, butthe needle spray, and start with your neck, and work it slowly over yourshoulders down your back. It stings and leaves red marks all over your backas I move lower and lower. Finally, I reach your ass, with one hand I openyour cheeks, and with the other I keep the sharp spray going up your ass.
All of a sudden the water is entirely cold. "Yipes" you yell and jump. Ithurts. I move around to the side of you, and hook the shower head up on itsholder. With one hand spreading open your ass, I slip two soapy fingers deepinto you, and massage your prostate. "Just what *did* you think you saidthere, little pet", my voice harsh. "Uh, sorry Ma'am, I'm very very sorry". "Pet, that's not what you said, I think you said something in a verydemanding tone of voice, one that doesn't suit a well behaved pet at all". "Oh, Ma'am I *am* sorry, really, really, really". I shake my head, and pusha third and fourth finger into your ass. This is really your limit, and Iknow its uncomfortable for you. I'm getting cold, so I reach over and turnup the hot water. That's much better. I slip my fingers out of you, andslip the butt plug in. Its a little smaller, and you sigh a bit. I slapyour ass, noticing how hard and purple your cock is. "You may not come, yet,pet, don't forget you must have my permission". You whimper, and I strokeyour balls, and then squeeze them. "Yes, Ma'am" you gasp.
I soap your body a bit, and then wash myself. I rinse both of us off, andthen turning off the water step out. I leave you tied, for a bit, while Idry myself off, and go get dressed. You stand in the shower shivering. With a short black dress and high heels on, I come back in to the bathroom,ignoring you to put on my makeup. You know better than to talk. I watch youin the mirror, looking over my shoulder at you, still tied, head down,dripping and goosefleshed. I'm done, and finally come and untie you. I havebrought the little cockring strap we have and velcro it tightly on. I strokeyour cock and shivers from pleasure replace shivers from cold. But its notenough to let you come and you grind your frustration into your hips. Icheck and make sure the butt plug is in place and then help you out of theshower. "Stay on your hands and knees, pet", as if I had to remind you.
What to let you wear? First, a tshirt with the sleeves torn off. I loveyour shoulders. Ah, yes, your bathing suit - its tight when your cock is soerect. They're both dark color and it looks good against your freckled skinand light brown hair. Now, your collar and leash. You look up at me withbig eyes, happy and safe in my love for you. Yes, your cock is tightlyconstrained and your balls are aching, but your look is one of totaladoration for your mistress. You try to climb up on me. "Down, pet. We'regoing for a walk". I've often made you follow me around that way, trainingyou to obey my commands. You look happy at first, but blanche when I go tothe door and open it. You shake your head. You tremble, and nearly call thesafeword. I look at you for a quick moment and when you say nothing else, Ion jerk the leash. "Pet, don't be difficult", and I make the collar onenotch tighter around your neck. With a deep clearing sigh you follow meinto the hall. The door swings shut behind us. "Just a quick walk aroundthe edge of the atrium, pet" and we move off, my heels tapping the thickcarpet, you shaking a bit.
You find yourself a bit, having given up control to me. It is easier tofollow, emptying your head of anything but the desire to please me from yourlove. We walk a third of the way around and you suddenly stop and the leashtugs between us. There is a large potted plant outside the elevator. Youlift a leg and try to pee on the plant. I am surprised that you could evenconsider this, given your hard cock and the cock ring, but evidently you arecapable of all sorts of bad behaviors. I jerk hard on the leash, hard enoughthat you feel it. "Pet, this is absolutely unconscionable" and at that momenta bellhop comes round the corner. He takes one look at you, he first noticesthe collar and leash on a kneeling man. Then his eyes travel downwards tosee your cock out of your tight and brief suit. Far too much for him, hejust turns and walks away. "Bad, bad Pet". You grin at me, but I slap yourcock back and forth, till the grin disappears, and tears fill your eyes. "Weare going back, RIGHT NOW". I start off at a good clip, dragging you behindme.
"Oh, no, Pet". At the door, I realize that I have forgotten the key to theroom. "Well, pet, your punishment is taking a new form". I stop and strokeyour cock till it is hard, and the material of your shorts is painfullytight. "Maintain that erection" is the only order I give you. You are goingto be embarrassed, now, but I see no point in giving you the details. Ireach down the back and twist the butt plug around once or twice and thenstart off towards the elevator. You look confused, and then realize what hashappened and that we are going downstairs.
The elevator takes a while to get to the 26th floor, and while no one iswaiting with us, there is another couple when we get on. They are dressed tothe hilt, going out somewhere and look strangely at us. In my high heels Iam nearly as tall as the man and stare at him levelly. The woman mutterssomething under her breath about weirdos. I turn to her, and letting acondescending smile curl at my lip, say "This is my pet, he is well trainedand far better looking then yours". She turns red and tries to look away. Ismirk and stroke your back. You seem to be surviving this well, sitting atmy feet. Having discomforted them, you lean against my legs and your head onmy ankles. "Good pet". We reach the first mezzanine level and they punchthe button to get off in a hurry. "Bye now" I call and wave after them,"hurry back y'all" and laugh as the door closes.
I stop and stroke you again, noticing the wetness collecting at the tip ofyour cock. You rock back and forth, clearly wanting more. I caress yourearlobes, the back of your neck and watch the goosebumps chase each otherdown your back. We get off the elevator and thread our way through otherpeople to the desk. I ignore the stares and whispers, but you are having ahard time with it. You manage to keep going, following behind me.
The front desk is another matter, you start to balk, not wanting to gofurther. People in the lobby are gawking at you, and one man is openlyexamining you and the bulge in your shorts. I lean over and whisper "you aremine, don't forget it, not a minute, not one second" and jerk on your leash. We go over to the desk. "Sit, pet" I say in a loud voice, designed to carryto our audience. The people behind the desk watch silently as you go down onyour haunches, and a flush travels over your face.
"I have locked myself out of my room" I say, "Could someone let me in?" Ismile at the woman behind the desk. "Do you have any ID ma'am?". I pullmyself up, "no, of course not, I'm locked out, its all in my purse". Ifrown, "But, I can show it to you, its in room 2624". I give my name, verify other information about us while idly running my hand along your head. Finally, she says "an assistant manager will come up with you." I keeptouching you, running my nails down your sides, giving you shivers. I notethat your cock is still very hard. I lean further down and stroke your cock. You close your eyes and sigh. I push my hand into the front of your suit andcircle your cock with my hand. The frustration you feel is acute. You knowthat you can't reach an orgasm with the cock ring on, but you still push yourhips forward hoping. You seem to have forgotten the crowd trying so hard notto watch our scene.
A young, well built man in a business suit detaches himself from a terminaland approaches us. "Please come with me". I take my hand out of yourbriefs, "Yes, pet, lets go" and tug on your leash. You come back to earth,get up and we go to the elevator, hearing whispers behind us. The manager isholding the elevator open for us. But I turn and look over my shoulder andsay with a small smile "My pet is very good, you just have NO idea" and swishinto the elevator.
You squat down again in the elevator, trying to rub yourself against me. Thefeeling in your balls is approaching agony, now. Too many stops and startsfor you. I turn to the young manager and say "this is my pet, normally he'squite good, but this trip has got him rather excited". You try to sink downlower. You can't believe that I am actually talking about you like this. It's hard to be so turned on, and still on display. The manager leans over,and runs and hand down your back, resting it on your ass. He says "its quitea pretty pet, would you lend it out?" I quickly answer, that no, I don'tlend out my pet, he is too important to me. I don't think either of us isready for that, but the idea intrigues me. I look down at you and see acombination of fear and excitement in your eyes. I run my fingers throughyour hair "no, pet, I won't leave you, don't worry". But its a long way upin the elevator. I smile "But, he has been a bad pet, and has a least one spanking coming tohim. Since one is for trying to pee in one of your potted plants, I think itwould be appropriate for you, as manager, to give it to him. Three or fourstrokes with your hand would be appropriate". You jump at these words. Someone else punishing you? Am I serious?. Evidently I am. The managerhits the stop button as I take your face between my hands. "Turn around, pet"I say, looking into your very wide eyes. You are now facing out of the glasssided elevator. I pull your shorts down, touching your ass and thighs as Ido. I take them off and stick them in my pocket. Your cock stands atattention. "Steady, little pet". The manager caresses your ass once, andyou close your eyes. "Open them, I want you to know if anyone watches you",a reminder you don't like at all. The manager then swats your ass, hard. You jerk instinctively with the blow, but I hold your shoulders. Anotherquick blow and you cry out. You bite your lip as he hits you a third time. The manager then slips his hands down your ass, and discovers the butt plug. He rubs your ass a little, as I pull the elevator button and we shoot up thelast ten floors.
"Say thank you, pet, to the nice man". The manager grins at me, "Anytime..."he says, pulling out the master key to our suite. "Let me get my purse, andshow you some ID and my key". I go leaving you at the door with manager whokeeps a hand on your ass. I come back, see the manager slipping his hand outfrom between your ass cheeks. Your eyes are glued to the ground. I promptyou again "Pet, what do you say?" And you reply in a whisper "Thank you,sir". "Louder, pet, I don't know if he heard you". "Thank you, sir, verymuch". And I add "thank you for all your help", as we close the door.
"Oh pet, what an adventure!" You kneel, kissing my feet. "Please,mistress.." I look at you indulgently, and say "yes, pet, what do you want?" You look down at your throbbing cock. "Please mistress...". "Oh, pet youhave pleased me so very much, come here". I lead you over to a coffee tablein the sitting room. I indicate for you to get up on it. "On your back,pet, legs in the air", and you roll over. "Hold your knees apart for me". You wrap your arms around your spread legs, very exposed to me. You arevulnerable, open from your anus to cock. I pull off the cock ring and yourcock bobs up and down as you begin to rock back and forth. I rotate the buttplug a few times and you moan. "Please, please, mistress". Standing aboveyou, my legs wide apart, I run my hand up and down your cock. You look up atme. "Do you know where all your pleasure comes from, pet?" "Yes, oh, yes,ma'am. you. no one else. ever." You are breathing in jagged breaths now, "you, ma'am, you". I lower myself slowly on top of you, watching everymoment. "You may not come until after I have, pet". I think about remindingyou of punishments, but too quickly I am swept away by the feeling of yourlarge cock inside of me. You take a dare, and tentatively reach one hand tomy clit, and gently stroke me. "Harder, pet" and with a deep groan, I feelpleasure exploding within me. You can't last one second longer, and spurtinto me, calling my name and reaching to clutch me tight.
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