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(First post: 7 Nov 2019)
"Don't bother dressing, all you need are your heels and a jacket," Mark told her as they got ready to leave, packing up a small night bag with his favorite red rope, a few toys, and some lube. "Less to worry about when we are ready to leave."
She nodded nervously, "Yes, Sir." Slipping on his favorite heels and grabbing a long jacket from the coat rack. It wasn't the first time she had gone out like this, but it always made her nervous. It didn't help that he wouldn't tell her what was in store for the evening. The only thing he told her is that if she wanted to cum this month, this would be her one chance, she could come with him tonight, or she could wait another month before he would give her an opportunity. She didn't think she could wait another month, her cunt was controlling her life, she would be going about her day and suddenly find her hand between her legs, or start having shivers of pleasure merely at a thought.
It didn't help that he made her edge throughout the day, that she woke up and put her buttplug in, and edged until he told her to stop. That he only let her ruin twice a week and only if she begged for it like she used to beg for orgasms. If she didn't cum soon, she was going to be a useless quivering wet mess with nothing but mush for a brain. She needed to cum, even just once.
He made her edge in the car on the drive over, one hand on her thigh, the other on the steering wheel as her fingers worked her clit until she hit the edge over and over. She wanted to beg for him to let her stop, that she wasn't sure she could take another edge, but any time she seemed to slow down, and give herself a break, he would pull her thigh towards her, and tell her to edge harder.
When they reached the hotel, he had the valet park the car and escorted her inside. She realized he must have been here earlier as he led her to the elevator, not bothering to stop and check-in. With one hand on the small of her back, he led her out of the elevator, down the hall, and unlocked the door to the suite. He let her through the large sitting area into the separate bedroom.
She was relieved when she realized the room was empty but noticed the ottoman positioned by the window. Mark motioned with his hand towards it, "Sit, legs spread." She didn't have to be told to remove her jacket, slipping it off and laying it on the bed before she sat down on the ottoman facing out. She could see the city before her, and nothing else.
Mark made quick work of binding her, positioning her arms behind her, looping the rope around her neck. It was a striking contrast against her pale skin. Each time he would touch her, she felt a shiver pass through her, which only caused him to smile. "Someone is a horny little girl." He remarked as he slid his hand between her legs, teasing her until she started to drip.
Once Mark was done, she realized how hard it would be for her to move, she'd have to close her legs and lean forward to push herself upright, but even that would be difficult. She squirmed slightly, testing her bonds until she felt him stroking her hair. "Don't worry. They will be here soon."
Sure enough, a moment later, there was a knock on the main door, and he left her side. She could hear several voices of men talking as they entered the suite, but the ropes prevented her from turning to see who they might be, at least not if she wished to continue to breathe without difficulty. She heard Mark tell his guest, "She is free for you to use any way you wish as long as you don't permanently damage her or remove her bindings. She is only allowed to cum if you give her permission. She hasn't cum in over a month, so I imagine she'll be rather desperate to do so. Please enjoy her."
Only then did she realize what the evening had in store. She shuddered as she replied his words in her head and waited for the first man to approach.
Room with a View Part One
"Don't bother dressing, all you need are your heels and a jacket," Mark told her as they got ready to leave, packing up a small night bag with his favorite red rope, a few toys, and some lube. "Less to worry about when we are ready to leave."
She nodded nervously, "Yes, Sir." Slipping on his favorite heels and grabbing a long jacket from the coat rack. It wasn't the first time she had gone out like this, but it always made her nervous. It didn't help that he wouldn't tell her what was in store for the evening. The only thing he told her is that if she wanted to cum this month, this would be her one chance, she could come with him tonight, or she could wait another month before he would give her an opportunity. She didn't think she could wait another month, her cunt was controlling her life, she would be going about her day and suddenly find her hand between her legs, or start having shivers of pleasure merely at a thought.
It didn't help that he made her edge throughout the day, that she woke up and put her buttplug in, and edged until he told her to stop. That he only let her ruin twice a week and only if she begged for it like she used to beg for orgasms. If she didn't cum soon, she was going to be a useless quivering wet mess with nothing but mush for a brain. She needed to cum, even just once.
He made her edge in the car on the drive over, one hand on her thigh, the other on the steering wheel as her fingers worked her clit until she hit the edge over and over. She wanted to beg for him to let her stop, that she wasn't sure she could take another edge, but any time she seemed to slow down, and give herself a break, he would pull her thigh towards her, and tell her to edge harder.
When they reached the hotel, he had the valet park the car and escorted her inside. She realized he must have been here earlier as he led her to the elevator, not bothering to stop and check-in. With one hand on the small of her back, he led her out of the elevator, down the hall, and unlocked the door to the suite. He let her through the large sitting area into the separate bedroom.
She was relieved when she realized the room was empty but noticed the ottoman positioned by the window. Mark motioned with his hand towards it, "Sit, legs spread." She didn't have to be told to remove her jacket, slipping it off and laying it on the bed before she sat down on the ottoman facing out. She could see the city before her, and nothing else.
Mark made quick work of binding her, positioning her arms behind her, looping the rope around her neck. It was a striking contrast against her pale skin. Each time he would touch her, she felt a shiver pass through her, which only caused him to smile. "Someone is a horny little girl." He remarked as he slid his hand between her legs, teasing her until she started to drip.
Once Mark was done, she realized how hard it would be for her to move, she'd have to close her legs and lean forward to push herself upright, but even that would be difficult. She squirmed slightly, testing her bonds until she felt him stroking her hair. "Don't worry. They will be here soon."
Sure enough, a moment later, there was a knock on the main door, and he left her side. She could hear several voices of men talking as they entered the suite, but the ropes prevented her from turning to see who they might be, at least not if she wished to continue to breathe without difficulty. She heard Mark tell his guest, "She is free for you to use any way you wish as long as you don't permanently damage her or remove her bindings. She is only allowed to cum if you give her permission. She hasn't cum in over a month, so I imagine she'll be rather desperate to do so. Please enjoy her."
Only then did she realize what the evening had in store. She shuddered as she replied his words in her head and waited for the first man to approach.
(To be continued)