So i tend to have my subs write out fantasies because one i think spending more time writing out their fantasies focused on me focuses their submission better secondly because i enjoy it and it amuses me. this is this newly owned subs first fantasy he gave me and i liked it so much i figured i'd share hopefully you guys enjoy it as much as i did.
The hotel lobby was intimidating, it felt to him that everyone knew him, knew his situation, his desperate needs and what was about to happen. He walked to the reception desk, gleaming in faux marble, with the young girl receptionist looking up as he approached, smiling, perfect white teeth and eyes exquisitely picked out by dark lines and maskara. Her slim figure outlined in a trim grey uniform. The wheels of the flight bag rumbled quietly behind him as he crossed the lobby.
He was nervous, she was knowing as he checked in, asking for a second room key to be kept behind reception. His credit card was swiped with quite cruel slowness and her voice seemed to echo around the vestibule. He shook his head at the offer of a concierge with his flight bag, smiled his thanks fleetingly, eyes darting around. She must know, mustn't she? The thought excited him, stirring in his trousers. He was afraid to check if the thong was visible above his trousers, perhaps the tight trousers he was wearing outlined the thin lacy straps clinging to his hips, the tight strip of material parting his cheeks and the triangle of lace even now rubbing tantalisingly on his engorged flesh as he walked, a little stiffly given his state, to the lift.
The cold of the aircon in the ceiling by the lift reminded him that he was perspiring despite the cool of the lobby.
It took three attempts to get the right floor. The floor with the views to the mountains. The luxury She deserved and expected. He could see his own pale and nervous state reflected in the smoked mirrors in the lifts. He hardly even noted the adverts for the gym, the restaurant, the bar. Eventually the lift dinged and he stepped out on to quiet luxury, soft and deep carpet, occasional lounge chairs and artwork dotting the corridor to the room. the decor was muted, tasteful. His flight bag moved behind him silently.
Inside there were floor to ceiling windows capturing the view, a well proportioned lounge with a suite facing the gorgeous vista, a kitchenette, a roomy bedroom with the king size bed, with the wooden frame and corner posts. He caressed the smooth phallicism of one of the posts, imagining which of his limbs would be secured just there all too soon. The room was comfortably warm and he recognised his sudden shiver as a combination of anticipation, nervousness and a touch of terror.
Laying the bag on the stand provided, the zip startlingly loud in the quiet of the place he started removing the contents, laying them out in the bedroom and tying them to the four corners of the bed, the leather and fabric loops and closures lay on the pale bedding in stark contrast to the luxurious comfort. The laptop was logged on, the crop and wallet placed close by. Undressing, he lay out his fresh lingerie and put away his street clothes, hesitating before gently sliding the lace panties down his smooth stocking clad thighs, slowly and carefully, enjoying the feel of the material sliding down the hold up stockings and the way his inhibitions and anxiety calmed as he did so. Naked now, he re-fastened the zip, took a look around to check that all was in place and headed for the shower.
A few minutes later he emerged, freshly scrubbed and a little pink, and sensuously slid the laid out black stockings up his legs, smoothing them high until the lace tops just tickled his testicles. The black lace panties and top were next and he finished tying the top in a careful bow before moving to the fridge to fix Her drink. He sat the chilled glass down, water droplets already obscuring the pale contents and assumed the position, kneeling, legs apart, head bowed and hands resting on thighs to await Her.
It wasn't long.
The door clicked open and even with his downcast eyes he had a view of Her long leather coat, black heeled boots cladding shapely, strong calves and a brief sweep of Her leg vanishing into the shadowed leather. The door closed with a solidity and finality that spoke volumes to his addled mind at this point. He was overwhelmed with Her actual presence, the first sense of Her scent, Her sounds, the soft swish of the leather, the soft, firm sound of the boots on the floor as She slowly and elegantly stepped in to the room, Her imposing physical presence. Here. With him. Now.
He was overwhelmed, his mind trying to take it all in, what it meant, the memory, the experience, all piled on top of him. He stifled a small emotional sob as the tsunami rolled over him. And She had been here less than a minute. As if sensing his turmoil, She walked around him, slowly, drawing the moment out, stringing his emotions along. Her boots the only part of Her visible now. He was noticing the thin, almost stiletto heels, the delicate leather work on them the colour and odour of the leather. Not new certainly, but worn.
Walking behind him, out of his sight, he heard the movement as She explored the room, the deep chuckle, probably at his placement of the bonds on the bed. The sounds of Her coat draping one of the loungers. She returned to him, and he jerked at the caress of the riding crop on his naked back.
"Good evening, slave" She purred. her voice was like thick honey, sensual, sexy as hell. His cock jerked at the sound and it's effect. It could melt him.
As did his body at the caress of the riding crop over his back, with a little slap to his flank.
"Good evening Mistress" He was hoarse with nervous tension, anticipation, his throat dry. He swallowed.
"All as I instructed. Good boy!". He did melt at the compliment.
"Thank you Mistress" A little firmer, a little more confident.
"Now..." as She sat on the bed facing him, gently tapping Her left boot with the crop. "I think they are a little dusty, don't you?"
He crawled toward the indicated leather boot, noting that Her legs were bare to the tops of Her thighs, Her corset, in black and red, snug, not tight, to Her body. Her legs were muscular, gorgeous, sexy. He inwardly groaned, imagining them, impossibly, around his body or head, squeezing, before bending hi head to the task at hand, starting at the very tip, his tongue lavishing his praise on the smooth leather at the tip, large swipes of his tongue capturing the flavour of the leather, the flint of the countryside and slight tones of salt. He inhaled deeply and the aroma crashed through his brain, erasing thought. It was indescribable. It was all of the flavours. Plus more. An earthiness perhaps? And a whole layer of Her.
Now he did groan out loud and he heard Her chuckle at his involuntary response and his body relaxing in to it's kneeling position as he pressed his tongue into the task.
"Gooood boy". He loved those words and his world became totally focussed on the leather as She turned Her foot this way and that, ensuring he had access to every part of Her footware for his tongue. He knew he was entering sub space as he lavished attention on his task, his eyes closed in concentration and attention as She moved Her each foot in turn, enabling him to lavish attention on every square millimeter of the leather, both smooth and embossed, and moving towards Her bare knee until guided back down by the crop. She finished each boot with the heel placed in to his mouth so he could clean each with a back and forth movement of his head, as though he was performing fellatio on Her heel. He was lost in the experience and was almost surprised when She placed both feet to the ground, looking around dazedly.
"You may look up"
The tableaux was delicious he was kneeling, in lingerie and clearly excited by his service yet captured by the black frilly lace. Vulnerable and captivated. She, powerful, sitting above him, legs crossed, boot gently rocking back and forth. He did not know where to look. Everywhere was a visual feast for him in his befuddled state. Her delightful curves caressed by the corset, the smooth skin of Her calves and thighs, the hypnotic motion of the oh so recently worshipped boot, Her bounteous breasts, almost offered for view by the corset, the cleavage alone capable of reducing men to abject obedience. And Her face. So youthful and lovely, her smooth skin offset by the rounded studs and Her hair by the fine wire earrings. her eyes captured him and he unashamedly stared, lost, adoring and hardly breathing as the moment went on and on.......
A small smile of satisfaction played over Her mouth.
"I think thats enough! Impertinent slave! On all fours!" Her sharp words snapped him out of his adoration as She stood. He was looking down at Her boots now, the scent of Her, the leather and Her perfume again mingling in his brain as She stepped forward to secure his head between Her legs. She squeezed slightly to make sure he was firmly held.
"Butt up" She commanded and he shifted, uncomfortably, so that his ass was now high, above his head, nicely held in Her legs.
"I imagine you've dreamed of being between my legs, boy! Now you have your wish! Hahah"
"Now how many do you deserve, slave?. Five? Ten? More?" She flicked the crop at his ass, a little sting, almost absently. "Five i think. Count them slave."
"Yes, Mistress" he said, somewhat muffled and struggling to offer his pert derrier for Her attention.
Smack! "One" he yelped.
"And what do you say?"
"Thank you Mistress. May i please have another?" "Goood boy!" Smack! She took Her time, carefully striking unreddened flesh every time, avoiding his panties stretched over his flesh so invitingly, so he would get the most benefit from his lesson - and She the most enjoyment from his pain and squirming. He even begged for another after number five. She laughed, and gave him a friendly extra swipe across his flank. Releasing his head She strode to slake He thirst after the exercise with the nicely chilled glass he had poured - exactly as instructed, She was pleased to notice. Perhaps this one was a keeper? She smiled to Herself and took another sip, enjoying the views both within the room and outside the window. The mountains were quite stunning today.
He was panting. Still on all fours. Not that the pain was extreme but the emotional effects and the sudden realisation that he did want more, that he was begging her for real churned through him, overturning many pre-conceptions. He had enjoyed the pain. And was still enjoying the fading sting but gathering heat of Her ministrations.
"Did you enjoy that my pet? I did. I like being wicked. But you know that. Now let's get you bound nice and tight to the bed. You are warm enough?"
"Yes Mistress". He crawled to the bed and on to it, following Her directions, given with the crop - little slaps and taps with his head at the base and his limbs spreadeagled and secured to the bonds at each corner
She stood, staring down at him - and he gazed adoringly back, prepared to accept anything so long as it was at the hands of his beautiful, powerful and ravishing Mistress.
"Now, what shall I do with you? " She mused.
to be continued........
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