Part one
Scene: a hotel room, the likes of which would be instantly recognizableto any business traveller. The shades are drawn, but the last raysof the city's late afternoon sun filter in through the gaps. Theroom shows no signs of having been used; it is pristine or as much soas a harried hotel chambermaid can make it in a long day's work.
Dominating the room is a queen-size bed with an elaborately-filigreedheadboard. On the bed, a woman. A faint fragrance of exoticwood-spice-musk wafts almost imperceptibly from her. Oddly, sheis motionless. Her parted legs are drawn up slightly in front of her; hersilk blouse is completely unbuttoned down the front. The navy woolskirt chosen after much morning deliberation is now hiked up, exposingher belly, sex and thighs. Her hands are behind her back, supportingher upper body. Her head is thrown back, lips moist and parted, as ifin ecstasy, and she is tightly blindfolded with a man's silk tie.
And still she is motionless.
The room's air conditioning unit comes to life of its own accord,unnecessarily, and the chill makes her nipples harden underneath theloose silk. The crisp sensation reminds her, as if she neededreminding, how she came to be in this place.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------A workday too much like any other. Jeanne dropped off the afternoonmail, an assortment of advertisements, technical journals, and seminarannouncements with a rueful "Boy, you really made out today!"
Gwen pretended to groan and stagger under the load, then grinned atJeanne's retreating figure. A shame that nearly all this stuff wouldend up in the recycle bin; more trees cruelly murdered in the name ofsilicon. A creamy white envelope wriggled loose and fell to the floor."Nice stationery," she thought distractedly. "Maybe I can salvagepart of it." She slit open the envelope and extracted a single matchingsheet, perfectly typeset in 8 pt. Times-Roman. She read:
It is time.
Tonight, purchase the following:
-A man's navy velour bathrobe. -A man's silk tie in dark blue or crimson paisley print. -One half-ounce of Yves St. Laurent's Opium; the perfume, *not* the toilet water. -A tube of Colgate toothpaste, winterfresh gel flavor. -A garter belt and stockings.
Tomorrow, call in sick.
Take a long bath, washing your hair and cleansing yourself completely. Observe scrupulous oral hygiene. Dab tiny amounts of the Opium under each breast, on your vulva and on each wrist. Take an underwire lace bra and cut the fabric cups completely out of it. Dress in it and the stockings, no panties. Outer garments should be conservative: a silk button-front blouse and skirt. Place the previous evening's purchases in an overnight bag.
Leave at noon and drive into the city. Enter the seediest adult bookstore you can find and, in a loud voice, ask to see the largest dildo they have in stock. Make sure everyone in the store hears your request. Buy it, and a medium-size butt plug.
Drive to the Hotel Meridien, where there is a reservation in your name. Tell the desk clerk you will be staying only one night, but that you expect your husband to arrive in about an hour and that he is to be given a room keycard when he arrives.
Once inside the room, hang the robe in the bathroom. Then display yourself as follows: Kneel on the bed facing the door, knees wide apart. Pull up your skirt so that your nether lips are clearly visible to anyone who enters the room. Unbutton the blouse completely and, using the tie from the bathrobe, knot a figure eight about twelve inches long. Blindfold yourself securely with the silk tie, then place your hands behind you and slip them into the figure eight.
Await your master's pleasure.
Gwen started guiltily; how long had she been reading this astoundingdocument? She looked again; no signature, but there was none needed.Hastily she folded the paper and slipped it into her purse, then lockedher office door.
But would she obey these commands? He was two thousand miles away (orwas he?); he'd never know (or would he?) if she tossed the note in thetrash. She could stop answering her mail. She could pretend that thelast year of submission-by-mail had never taken place; she was skilledat fooling lovers into thinking she was "normal". But she'd enjoyedthe mind games; he touched a part of her no one else ever had.
"Why the hell not?" she murmured.
That evening, she made her purchases as directed and spent a restlessnight filled with half-imagined, half-remembered images.
The next morning, freshly bathed, shampooed and scented, she made thedrive into the city. It didn't take long to find a scummy-lookingadult bookstore. The interior, with its overblown images of phalluses,inflatable sex dolls and other essential "marital aids", frightened herspeechless. Wwhen the man behind the counter asked if he could helpher, she pointed to an eighteen inch rubber dildo, found the requisiteanal intruder, and got out of there with her new acquisitions as quickly as possible.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------And now, in the cool dusk, she waits. For what, she is not certain.Her long-distance master is fond of psychological torture; sheimagines the phone will ring, she'll pick it up and it will behim, dictating a punishment because she was not instructed to answerthe phone.
A click nearby. The sound of a keycard in a lock.
The door opens, and she feels rather than hears someone enter. Apause, as if surveying the effect of her display. Quick footsteps tothe bathroom, and the sound of shower spray, accompanied by faintsplashing. The water is turned off abruptly. The bathroom dooropens. Warmth nearby, and the scent of the hotel's Hermes soap.
He straddles her, facing the headboard, and brings his cock to herlips. "I've come to claim what was long ago freely given," he sayssoftly. She starts to reply but is stilled when he thrusts himselfinto her mouth. She caresses him as best she can with her tongue; heseems intent on finding the back of her throat and assaulting it."Lick my balls," he says. She extends her tongue to comply,accommodating the full length of him. Hammering away, he spasms andlets loose a flood of bitter semen, but doesn't withdraw from hermouth. So she swallows, hoping that will please.
He shifts slightly and whispers, "Clean my cock with your tongue,slave, and if I ever have to tell you this again, you'll be unable tosit for a week", pinching her nipples cruelly for emphasis. Shehastens to comply.
He unties her hands and removes the blindfold. "Get dressed," he saysroughly, and rummages through the overnight bag until he finds theshopping bag with the giant dildo. She buttons her shirt. He picks upthe phone and dials the number on the receipt from the adultbookstore. "Hello? Did you have a woman, about five seven, long brownwavy hair, wearing a skirt and blouse, come into your store a whileago? Yes? Did she ask for the largest dildo you carry? Oh. I see.You say she didn't say anything, just pointed?" Gwen looks up indismay. "Um-hmm, thanks. Bye."
The silence in the room is deafening.
"ON YOUR KNEES, bitch!" comes like a rifleshot. She drops to the floorfearfully. "Expose your ass. You've really got it coming now." Heremoves the belt from his pants and winds it partway around his fist,leaving an eighteen inch length. She cringes in anticipation. "Youknow the drill. Count out loud after each stroke. If you lose count,we start all over again but on your breasts this time."
He strikes. The searing pain across her buttocks is not what sheexpected; it really *hurts*, dammit. Helpless tears come to her eyes."Well? I'm waiting." "One!" Only after her ass is a region of white-hotfire does he put down the belt. "Come," he says, taking a handful ofhair and yanking her to her feet. She precedes him into the bathroom,which has a floor to ceiling mirror.
He turns her around and says, "Look." She gasps. Her buttocks arecrisscrossed with long raised welts. "Surprised?" She nods.
"Now you know what it means to be owned."
Room Service, Part Two
"Fetch me my pants, the toothpaste and the butt plug, and be quickabout it," he commands. She returns swiftly with her offerings, silentbut wondering what next.
"Bend over." He parts her buttocks and smears a greasy substance onher anus, making her gasp when his fingers enter her roughly. "We'regoing to go out in a little while, but you need a reminder of yourduty." She hears him open the tube of toothpaste and squeeze someout. Then the butt plug's head presses against her anus, forcing itopen ever wider until the plug is lodged securely in her backside, anda burning sensation inflames her anus along its length. Too late, sherealizes what the toothpaste was for. Wintergreen oil. Of course.
"Now, finish dressing."
Silently they take the elevator to the hotel garage and retrieve hiscar, obviously a rental. She steals a glance at him as they pull outinto city traffic. Nice-looking, with just a tinge of cruelty in hisface that most people would probably miss. She shuddered slightly,remembering the feel of his belt on her ass.
Clearly he knows where he's going, for moments later they pull upoutside a building with the sign "Leath'er Rip". Hmmm. He helpsher out of the car.
Inside, one wall is covered floor to ceiling with studded black leatherbiker caps. A rack holds S&M greeting cards, a novelty for her. Shewants to stop and look, but he pulls her towards the back of thestore. "Hi," he greets the counterperson. "Today I have some specialneeds."
"How may I help you, sir?"
In response, Gwen's master starts unbuttoning her shirt. She isacutely aware that her breasts are bare underneath, having cut out thecups of the bra as instructed. But worse, there are other people inthe store and they might turn around...! "Please--", she begins and issilenced by a finger on her lips. Her chest is now bare for anyone tosee, and her face is crimson with embarrassment.
"Don't you think she has beautiful breasts?""Oh yes, sir, very nice.""I require some jewelry to adorn them. Show us what you have.""How about these nipple clamps?""Hmm. I can't tell without seeing them on her. May I..?""Of course, sir."
Her master pinches her left nipple to make it erect, then applies theclamp, tightening it slowly. Gwen closes her eyes at the sharpsensation. "Hmm, nice. Now the other one." He does the right nipplein turn. "Do you have a chain I can use to connect these? Oh, andI'll need a leash, too."
"Right away, sir."
The chain is attached to each clamp. The pain in her breasts has quietedto a dull, pleasurable roar.
"Put the leash in a bag, and that'll be all for now." He turns to Gwen."Button up your blouse, you shameless whore. You're exposing yourself."
He addresses the clerk again. "Oh, one more thing: do you know where Ican have her nipples pierced?"
"Certainly, sir. Here's a business card."
"Thanks. You've been extremely helpful. So much so that I'd like tooffer my slave's mouth to you in gratitude."
The clerk's eyes went wide in horror. "Sorry, sir, I don't like women."Gwen heaved an imperceptible sigh of relief.
"But my boss does."
Room Service, Part Three
"If you'll wait in our back room," the clerk continues, "I'll go fetch him."
"Come along, dear," Gwen's master says, grinning wickedly and propellingher ahead of him with a hand on her buttocks.
The store's back room is dimly lit, but Gwen can make out the shapeof a futon on the floor and a table with two chairs nearby. While theywait, Gwen's master amuses himself by slipping a hand up under herskirt and toying with the butt plug, inflaming her anus afresh.
A powerfully-built man enters. He is wearing leather work gloves."I'm the owner, what can I do for you?"
"I'm very pleased with the service here, and I'd like to show mygratitude by offering this slave for your use."
"Well, I don't know. Let's see what she's got."
"Strip," her master commands. Gwen unzips the skirt and it drops tothe floor. She unbuttons the blouse and discards it also. She presentsherself to their casual gaze, clad in only half-bra, garter belt, stockingsand heels.
"Slovenly cunt, isn't she?" the owner remarks. "I'd say you have yourwork cut out for you."
Gwen's master pulls her closer by her nipple chain and slaps her fullacross the face. "Pick up your clothes and fold them neatly." Shedoes so. "Now turn around slowly so we can see your body." Shepirouettes carefully; the unaccustomed weights on her breasts and inher anus are giving her new sensations to consider. As she completesthe full circle, the owner takes her by one breast and forces her ontoher knees on the futon. There is a cup hook set in the wall about twofeet from the floor. He makes her press her face into the wall andslips a link of her nipple chain over the hook. She is immobilized.Even if she tried to reach the hook with her hands, she could not; sheis practically glued to the wall. She is also acutely aware that inthis position, her buttocks and belly are available to all comers.
"As you can see," her master comments, "the slut's wearing a toy thatwill make her cunt fit you like a glove." Out of the corner of hereye, Gwen sees the owner unroll a condom over his large erect member.A moment later, the tip of his cock enters her, and he thrusts hugely,burying himself to the balls in her. The clamps bite into her nippleson the outward stroke. As the owner fucks her powerfully, she feelsfingers probing for her clitoris. Before long, a new warmth starts tospread in her pubis. She arches her back to accommodate more of theowner's cock and comes explosively, crying "yes yes yes YES...". Theowner finishes minutes later and withdraws. She would like to collapsein a heap on the futon, but cannot, for the chain restrains her still.Her master and the owner talk quietly as the latter cleans himselfoff. Then her master removes the nipple clamps and chain, and hands itto her. "Put this on, like a necklace. Then put your clothes backon."
As she circles her neck with the chain, still dazed from the intensityof her orgasm, she is deeply ashamed for having felt such pleasureunder the touch of a stranger's hands and organ. She wonders, sadly,if she is worthy of such a master.
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