Author: Belle Dimond
I agreed to meet Him and that everything would be in His hands. He knew my limits. He knew my safeword. He knew my Fantasy and I knew His. He was going to be my fantasy come true.
I met Him at the cheap hotel we had decided on. “A seedy dalliance requires a seedy location,” He had said online. I had laughed and agreed with Him.
We exchanged pleasantries, paid the desk clerk, and entered the room. I looked around at the ammenities, such as they were, and we smiled at each other.
I had circled the room and wound up back at the door, with my back to it. He approached me and ran his hands down the outside of my arms, down to my legs, inward toward my crotch, and up my belly to my tits. He grabbed my nipples through my silk bra & dress and pulled and squeezed them hard and just held them for a moment.
I looked into his eyes and he grabbed my chin and pushed me up against the door, hard. “What are you doing? Didn’t I tell you never to fucking look up? Didn’t I?”
“Yes,” I said, looking down with my eyes.
“Yes, what?” he demanded.
“I didn’t hear you. Yes, WHAT?” He knocked my head against the door to punctuate the word ‘what’.
“Yes, SIR!” I said, my heart beating, my pussy getting wet.
“That’s better,” He said, and guided me to the area beside the bed.
He turned me to face Him and ran his hands all over me again.
“I think we need to lose some of this,” he said, pulling on my clothes.
“Yes SIR,” I said, and began to slowly strip.
First I kicked off my shows and then pulled off the vest, slipping it over one shoulder then the other, then dropping it on the chair. Next I pulled up the skirt of my dress slowly, teasingly, like I was going to take it off. But instead I removed my pantyhose.
Then I pulled my dress up, inch by inch, until it was just barely covering my hips. Then I pulled it off all at once, revealing my silk bra and new white undies he had instructed me to wear.
He gasped with appreciation and took in the view. He pulled me to him and turned me around, holding me against him, my back to his front. He held me tight against Him as he pulled my hair to the side and ran his hands over my tits, playing & squeezing.
He began undoing my front-hook brook with one hand, while still holding me tight with the other, breathing heavily in my ear. He got my bra open and my tits swung free. He pulled the bra back over my shoulders, slowly down my arms, and tied my wrists with it.
He pushed me face down on the bed and said, “Just let me look at you.” I lay there with my face in the bedspread, just waiting, my heart pounding. “You’re a horny little slut, aren’t you?” He ran his fingers between my thighs, against my crotch and felt how wet my undies were.
“Yes SIR,” I answered, getting even more wet.
“I think you should be punished for being such a little slut, don’t you?”
I was getting ready to answer when I felt his hand come down HARD on my ass. “OWwwww!!”
“Did that hurt?”
SLAP! “Did it?”
SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP
“OWwwwww!!!” I was writhing around on the bed while he held me down.
“Ok, I guess that’s enough for now. What do you think?” he asked.
“Yes, I agree SIR.”
He just laughed and told me to turn over.
I lay on my back and he sat next to me.
“Close your eyes,” he said.
I did so, and I jumped a little when I felt his hand start travelling over my body. Over my shoulder, down my arm and back up, and over my breasts. He grabbed my nipple between his finger and thumb and started rolling it harshly, pulling it until my breast was stretched upwards. I tried not to react, but I know I was moaning softly and writhing around.
“You like that, don’t you slut?” he asked.
“Yes SIR,” I answered, barely able speak.
“What was that? I didn’t hear you,” he said, as he gripped & pulled harder on my nipple.
“Ow! Yes SIR,” I said, loudly & clearly.
“I think it’s time for these,” he said, and I heard something jingling. I peaked and saw him pull clover-style nipple clamps out of his pocket.
“Didn’t I tell you to keep your eyes SHUT?” He smacked my face hard when he said that. I turned away, and he turned my face back towards him and slapped it again, “Didn’t I?”
“Yes SIR,” I nearly shouted, feeling a little bit of REAL fear that this man was truly a woman-hating psycho and not just playing a game. Of course my pussy became all the more wet.
“That’s what I thought,” he said, and I felt him pinching my right nipple hard and pulling it out away from my body, making it good and ready for the nipple clamp.
INSTANT PAIN washed over my as the nipple clamp went onto, so harshly. “Ahhhhhhhhhh,” I breathed deeply, feeling the heat travel from the pain in my nipple and send sensation directly to my clit.
Soon the second clamp was put on my left nipple, no preparation at all. Apparently it was already hard and perk enough.
“MMMMmmmmmmm, ooohhhhh, mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm,” I was moaning and trying to hold still. I felt his hand go to my crotch, “My God you are wet. I think you need to just stay like that for awhile.” He took some wrist cuffs and put them on me and pulled my wrists up over my head.
“You just stay there while I take a shower and I don’t want to hear a FUCKING word from you, do you understand?”
“Yes SIR,” I answered.
And he disappeared into the bathroom.
cont’d in part II