The note was taped to her front door. Her name was spelled out in big letters. Her husband and kids had been gone since early in the morning, but it was now lunchtime and she hadn’t had any visitors all day. Just going about her day working a typical Friday from her home office. Like she would be all weekend while her family went on vacation.
Ripping open the envelope, she was very surprised by the authoritative tone. It read:
“Meet me at my room at the Hotel Bordeaux at 6 p.m.. You will show up elegantly but in a short dress ready for a nice dinner. You will have dinner and spend the night in a suite with me. However, by showing up, you agree to be my dedicated plaything for the evening. You will do anything I ask of you without complaint and not step out of that role for a moment. I will be addressed as 'Sir' all evening. You are there for my pleasure and maybe yours if you're a good girl. You will only be released when one of us uses the safe word. If you accept. Text me ‘Yes, Sir,’ and I will send you the room number.”
The shock and thrill traveled down her spine in equal measure. No doubt it was from her boyfriend. They had dabbled in power dynamics. It was one of the things that made him such an exciting lover. But he was never this authoritative and forceful, or fully let himself get into the role of master. It came naturally, but he didn’t have a willing practice partner until her.
It was hot. And terrifying. But she knew damn well her curiosity would get the better of her. With the family gone all weekend, she didn’t have a reason to say no. Work could wait.
She grabbed her phone and texted him. Then she waited. And waited. After an hour she went back to work and tried to concentrate. Her mind kept drifting to dark hotel rooms and what he could possibly have in store for her.
Around 4 p.m., she texted him again.
“Yes, Sir.”
At 4:30, she finally got her reply.
“Good girl. Room 302.”
The shivers in her spine were back and she closed her laptop. There was no way she could concentrate anymore and instead went into her closet to find a dress that would fit. She settled on a slinky short red dress with arm slits worth of Vegas, but still classy enough for dinner at the fancy downtown hotel. She slipped a garter belt on and attached a pair of nude fishnets before sliding her feet into high black and red heels. She made the choice to leave the panties off. After all, he did say he wanted a good slut this evening, and leaving them behind made her feel even sluttier. She felt warm and a little wet just thinking about it. Her life was so buttoned up that it felt good to step into this role instead.
After she did her hair and make-up she tossed some lingerie and extra clothes in a bag and headed out to the hotel. Her heart beating wildly under her lace bra as she turned up the music to drown out her hesitations and fantasies.
When she opened the door to the hotel lobby she immediately had second thoughts. First of all, she look way too underdressed for this fancy place. The dress was shorter than she remembered, and most of the men in the bar off the lobby were in business suits. She caught them looking at her curiously and tugged her dress a bit lower to cover more thigh. In a normal day, she would have been in a business suit mingling there instead.
Finding the elevator, she jammed the button as soon as she got in. She got a full-length glance at herself with the doors shut, which caused her to giggle and whisper, “I look like a prostitute.”
Her heels were soft on the lush carpet as she approached the room. She wondered what he had in the room with him. Ropes? Handcuffs? A paddle? He was never big on toys, but always creative with other things. There is no telling what he came up with she thought as she raised her hand to knock at 302.
He opened the door and his blue-green eyes bored into her own and then traveled over her coat to her feet.
“Drop it,” he said.
She dropped the bag on the floor.
“And the coat,” he barked.
She opened the sash and the coat slid to the floor. She was suddenly nervous and cast a glance down the hallway. As she looked back at him, he was covering her eyes with a black blindfold. He grabbed her hand and bag and pulled her into the room. Unsure of her surroundings, she followed.
“What’s going on,” she asked.
The answer was a sharp smack on her ass with his open palm. She yipped at the suddenness.
“You are mine and only mine tonight. You don’t ask questions. You don’t hesitate. You just be a good little fuck toy and do what you're told. If you do, you will have a nice time. If you don’t, well…..let’s just say the punishment won’t be fun,” he practically growled in her ear.
“Yes, Sir,” she replied meekly.
“Good girl. Now take your panties off.”
“I’m not wearing any, Sir.”
“Is that so? Very good girl then. Prove it.”
She lifted the edges of her skirt to expose her bare cheeks, one slightly pink from the imprint of his hand. She felt his hand caress her ass and then push her legs apart. Two fingers glided in between her closely shaved pussy lips checking for the wetness that had already started.
“Hmm, you’re so excited and you don’t even know what you’re in for. Tell me what do you want?”
She paused even though she knew what she wanted. She wanted to suck his cock before dinner and have his taste on her lips all evening, but she also wanted to give the right answer that he was looking for. She wanted to do this right and be perfect for him.
The smack was harder than the first, across the same cheek as the last smack. She jerked forward.
“I told you no hesitating,” he growled in her ear.
“I’m sorry, Sir. I want to suck your cock. May I please suck you off before dinner?”
“Hmmmm….. you want my cum in your mouth as an appetizer huh?” He seemed to find this amusing.
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered back.
“Well then, you shouldn’t have hesitated,” he replied.
He landed another smack on her ass with the same force as before. There was a good chance she was going to end up with a bruise. She stepped forward as she tottered on her heels and her knees hit the edge of what she assumed was the bed.
His hand gripped the back of her hair and pushed her forward so she was bending over. Her legs automatically opened for him. Even if she didn’t get to suck him, she’d gladly take a pounding instead.
He chuckled darkly behind her.
“Such an eager slut. Do you want your hole filled?”
“Yes, Sir,” her answer was immediate. She was probably soaking the duvet cover with her excited wetness.
She felt something cool brush up against her waiting lips. It pulsed. Then it pulsed again. Then it continued pulsing as he moved it gently back and forth over her clit. She moaned into the bed. It felt good, but it wasn’t what she wanted. She’d always been more of a fill-me-up girl instead of using vibrators. He knew this. It was just torment. Sweet torment.
Against her better judgment, she lifted her ass a little higher in the air and said, “Please,” softly.
“What’s that? Did you want something?”
“Please, Sir.”
“Please what? What does my slut want?”
“Please sir, can you fill my hole?”
"Greedy, greedy. I’m offering you pleasure and you just want more,” he replied.
“Yes sir, I’m a greedy slut and I like being filled by you.”
She hated begging but she wanted it too much to care. She knew his cock was out. She had heard his pants unzip and fall to the floor. She wanted it inside her right now.
The vibration fell away from her clit. The urge to look behind her was strong, but the blindfold made it pointless. She felt something cool and harder again touch her waiting wetness, and she started to push backwards.