Mr**** Posted January 17 The chats on FET had been going on for quite some time. Getting progressively hotter and hotter. Pictures and Voice notes had been exchanged. His well spoken but undeniably scottish accent made your pussy tingle with every syllable. Your burning desire to relinquish control to him and enter into his world seemed to consume all of your private thoughts. You could make yourself cum in seconds just imagining his firm touch on your breasts, the ropes tight against your inner thighs. The sting of the crop on your bare bum. It was an unremarkable Friday morning when you received the message. It was from him. But this one was different. It wasnt an invitation, or a hello I’m horny, it was an instruction. “1pm, Hilton hotel. Message me for instructions before you walk in. I need 2 hours with you” It set your mind and your heart racing. You had rejected his requests to meet up before. But the sudden flood in your panties was difficult to deny. Your other half wasn’t due home until 5pm, you could do this and be home like nothing ever happened you rationalized with yourself. Yes, yes, yes, ‘im doing this’ you agree with yourself. You quickly look around the room. What to wear? ‘I should ask him’ You pick up your phone to send the message. There is an unread message from him waiting for you. You open it to find two words. ‘Pink Lace’. He knew you too well already. The drive over to the hotel seemed like a blur. The only thing that felt real was the wetness between your legs. You were sure that it was going to soak though your clothes and leave a mark on the car seat. This just made the whole thing more exciting. ‘I’m here’ your message to him read. His reply came fast: ‘Go to reception. Ask for a message for “‘Little Miss’. They will give you an envelope’ Standing there, in the lobby, a letter and a room key in hand. You could hardly breathe let alone make out the instructions. You are so light headed. Feelings of nervousness, excitement, desire, with a touch of guilt at the very back. Part of you wanting to run, run home to the safety and predictability of home. But, your inner drive for new experiences has you in the lift, pressing floor 3 and watching the doors slowly close. You press the card against the panel and the door unlocks. You need to take several deep breathes before you walk in. There on the bed, just as the letter had said, was black lace fringed blindfold. On the table was bottle of bubbles and two glasses. You sit down and read the letter again, with more clarity, more understanding. “Pour two glasses of bubbles. Strip to your underwear. Blindfold on securely, on you knees in the centre of the room” Safe word ‘pineapples’ Sitting there, on your knees, in total darkness. Feeling like every vibration in the entire hotel is coming through your knees and going straight to your pussy. The door clicks. Someone, him, he is here. For a moment everything freezes. The only sound you can hear is your own heartbeat. It’s deafening in your ears. His hand, gently, on the top of your head snaps you back to the moment. He is down, his face is right in front of you, close enough to feel his breath on your lips, smell his aftershave, intoxicating your mind. ‘Good girl. You have followed instructions well and you look absolutely gorgeous’ He whispers in your ear. ‘What is the safe word?’ he adds. Your voice shakes ‘Pineapples’ You feel him move away from you, it feels like he is standing in front of you. After what seems like an eternity, he speaks Posture is important to me. When with me: keep your back and shoulders straight. Push those amazing titties out. You will call me Sir. You will not cum unless I say you can. You can stop anything at anytime, but don’t use the safe word too easily. He runs his hand to the back of your head, takes a handful of your hair and tilts your head back. He kisses you softly. The kiss blows your mind. He is clean shaven but maybe yesterday, just a little bit of stubble. He tastes like champagne and desire. He pulls away from the kiss too quickly, you want more, much more. You feel the champagne glass touch your lips. ‘Just a taste’ he says. You feel the cold liquid spill out from the corner of your mouth and run down between your boobs all the way to your pussy. The coldness of it hitting your hot wet pussy sends an electric shiver through your entire body. You feel him move around behind you. He takes your hands and bings them up behind your head. You feel the ropes glide around your wrists and snap tight. ‘Is that too tight? He asks ‘No, it’s fine’ you reply. A sharp crack of the crop on your thighs jolts you to attention. ‘No, sir’ he repeats. The rope gets a little bit tighter around your wrists. He moves close in behind you. You can feel his warm naked skin against your back. His hands wrapping around you from behind. Moving from your stomach onto your breasts. Opening up your top and letting them free. alternating between rolling your nipples in between his fingers and firmly squeezing your entire breast in his hands. ‘These titties are mine, do you understand’ he says sternly. ‘Yes Sir’ ‘Good girl’ His hands move down your body feeling every inch of you. You have to rebalance your self as he pushes your thighs open. He glides his fingers down over the top of your pink panties. They are absolutely soaked through, and have been for hours now. You can feel the overwhelming shakes take control of your body. He wraps his other hand into your hair and pulls your head back ‘Slow down girl’ ‘Yes Sir’ you muffle under his hand. You take a deep breath and compose yourself. He gives you a second to settle. His fingers find their way inside your panties. The warmth of his fingers on your clit is everything you hoped it would be. He is using just enough pressure to bring the shakes back. He tightens his grip on your hair and you feel the *** surge through your head. Through your back, You can feel he is hard as a rock. It feels big and you can swear to feel it’s throbbing. ‘I want your cock sir’ ‘You haven’t earned it yet’ he says He stands up and pulls the rope up with him. You struggle to get up but he helps you to your feet even though your legs are still shaking. He guides you across the room to the chair and bends you double over the top of it. Your bum is now presented to him. He give it a crack with crop and sting ripples though your body. He spreads open your legs and puts his fingers deep inside your pussy. ‘Tell me how much you want my cock’ ‘I want it so bad sir’ Where do you want my cock’ ‘Anywhere, I just want to feel it sir’ He increase the rhythm of his fingers in your pussy. His other hand working on your clit. You can feel your legs give way under you, your whole body weight is now on the chair. The darkness of the blindfold is being replaced with speckles of light. You are holding back with everything you have. You hear the words you have been waiting for. ‘Cum for me, my good girl’ You let go. The orgasm takes total control of your body. You feel your juices cover his hand. It seems to last forever and he slows his pace as you come back to consciousness. He unties your hands and the feeling comes back in tingles. ‘On the floor in your good girl pose’ he instructs. Unsteadily you go back onto the floor on your knees. ‘You have made quite the mess’ he says. You take better clean my hands well. He insets his fingers into your mouth and instructs you to lick everything clean. His hands are soaking with your cum. You lick every inch of his hands clean. ‘Good girl, you have done very well today’ ‘Thank you sir’ ‘Our time today is over, stay in this position for 5 minutes and I will tell you when I next want you’ You hear the door click closed and pull the blindfold off. He is gone. You didn’t even get to see his face but you know that you will be wherever or do anything he asks from this moment on. You have a quick shower to wash off your own cum from your pussy and legs and leave the hotel. Sat in the car outside the hotel you open your phone and realize he has taken some stunning pictures of you which you are to use on your profile
Mr**** Posted January 18 Author 5 hours ago, cherrybrisbane said: Woaaaahhhhhh Sir. This is what dreams are made of 🥵 It sure is right 😛
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