Walking into the hotel room my feelings were bouncing back and
forth from excitement to nervousness. I
knew Master had arranged for another woman to be there. I had met her earlier so she wasn’t exactly a
complete stranger. But I was unsure what
Master had planned and that had me a little anxious. I remember walking into the room, looking at
Master, and telling myself that I trust this man more than anyone I ever have
in my life. He knows me better than
anyone in this world. He loves me. And I know that my safety is his top
priority...not just physically but mentally and emotionally as well. It didn’t matter what he had planned, I would
obey. At that moment the only thing that
mattered to me was pleasing him.
Sitting in the chair, he applies the blindfold. Normally I love the blindfold because it
heightens my senses and I love the anticipation of what he’s going to do. But today I was thankful for the blindfold
because it gave me a strange sense of security as I sat there on display. I could hear Master answer the door and then
they both sit down in front of me. I was
VERY thankful for the blindfold at this moment as it gave me this false sense
of hiding as Master and our new friend began talking about me as if I
wasn’t in the room. And for some reason,
that was making me wet. She was asking
questions about our relationship, things that we enjoy, what we were looking
for etc. Master is talking about
me. I am throbbing now and can feel how
wet I am getting. My head is starting to
get a little fuzzy and I do all I can to focus solely on Master’s voice. He tells me to spread my legs. “Awww, look at
how wet she is” he states. I hear her
tell him “she is beautiful” as I make a mental note at how thankful I was for
this blindfold. As if it was ‘if I can’t
see you, then you can’t see me’
I remember Master helping me stand and moving me to the
bed. Layed out on my stomach, I feel the
first lash across my ass. Again, I can
hear them talking. Making comments about
how nice those marks look across my ass.
I don’t even realize what I am doing until I hear Master voice “What a
greedy whore she is raising her ass higher begging for more. Look at how wet her pussy is getting” The next voice was hers asking for his
permission to touch me. For a moment I
froze as I waited for his reply. A
mental reminder that I gave myself to him a long time ago. I no longer have choice. He granted her permission and I felt her
hands on me. Sliding her fingers across
my pussy and commenting on how soft and wet I was. I knew Master had to be pleased. Proud that I didn’t flinch or disobey. I knew he had to be enjoying watching her
touch me, and that only fueled my fire. I
feel a gush when I hear Master “look at her raising and wiggling her ass as you
slide her fingers through her pussy”
At some point she asks Master if she could watch him fuck
me. I remained on my stomach and raised
my ass for him to slide inside me. I
feel the bed shift as she sits down next to me.
Master removes my blindfold. As I
look up at her, she brushes a strand of hair out of my eyes. She makes a comment about how big my Master’s
cock is and asking me to tell her how it feels inside me. I am unsure how it came to be, but I remember
reaching out to her. My hand roaming over
her nice tits. Playing with her nipples.
Master tells me to cum “Show her how you cum for your Master”
I scream out as I have an incredibly intense orgasm. She was very gentle and tender with me while
holding my hand throughout.
This day in the hotel room brought Master and I closer than I
could have imagined. I put myself and my
trust in his hands. Master freed my mind
and allowed me to just enjoy this experience together.
His devoted slave
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