0 comments/ 11883 views/ 2 favorites A Story For Her By: Fernando Santiago We are standing in a meadow; looking soulfully upon one another…eyes conveying unspoken thoughts. Reaching out for my arms; you feel the muscles tense at your touch. Like steel wire pulsing with an electric need I reach out to you...but your instructions are clear, I am not to move until allowed to. Standing in close, your hands glide up my arms, barely touching flesh. You can feel my trembling desire...my chest tightens as your breasts press lightly against it. Your fingers seek the edge of my shirt and pull up, feeling the heat radiate against the palms of your hands as you remove it. Unable to resist, you explore further. Sliding upwards, running your fingers thru the course hair, gently teasing my nipples. You can feel a rumble in my lungs as my breath bathes your face in a shuddering exhale. Pulling the shirt higher, your lips replace your fingers and move to take in a nipple, sucking gently, rolling your tongue around it... I pull the shirt free tossing it to the ground. Your moist kisses covering my chest, my neck. Your pulse quickens, and you feel the familiar tingle of desire soak your panties. Your face rises to mine, and you begin kissing my mouth; tongues probing and searching. Your hand is on my chest with the other combing rigid fingers thru my hair, pulling my face closer to yours. Eventually breaking the kiss you look into my eyes, where you see them pleading to reach out to you. Shaking your head and smiling devilishly…I see the twinkle in your eyes as you move to kneel before me.... Bulging jeans betray my desire and you intentionally brush your hand across it... fingers expertly working the buttons. My knees buckle as you reach in to take hold of my aching penis, freeing me. Watching as your face turns up to mine...your tongue flicks out barely touching the head of my cock. The lustful look in your eyes coupled with the feel of your hot tongue licking my manhood almost causes me to lose it right then. But your fingers ring its base and gently apply pressure, giggling as it’s not anywhere near time for that. I can watch no longer and throw my head back as you begin to take my rod deeper into your mouth, slowly moving your lips past the glistening head, an inch at a time. My hips move, methodically pumping my cock down your throat. You reach under to tease my sack and slide your fingers to my ass, probing my anus. Pressing harder against me you urge me to pick up the pace...the head of my cock loudly popping in and out of your sucking mouth. Gasping, I say that I can't take much more of this, so you push your finger in deeper and suck harder on my bloated cock. Fucking your face wildly, my orgasm draws closer and closer. And at the last moment, you pull your head back so your lips just cover the tip of my throbbing dick...your tongue swirling around it. I explode…spewing hot cum in and about your mouth. With my seed drenching your face, you stand and look into my eyes, making an erotic show of licking it from your lips. You unbutton your blouse to loose your breasts…reaching out to guide my hand and together we fondle the fleshy orbs. Our lips meet and tongues dance as you draw me closer to you…sharing with me my salty gift. Reaching up I tug the blouse from your shoulders, caressing your arms as I pull the garment off. My lips move to your ear, where I teasingly lick the inner crevasses and gently nibble along the outer edges. In a deep husky voice I say that it’s my turn now. With a firm hold on your hips I urgently press you to the ground...climbing on top of you – a strong hand pinning your arms above your head. Cupping your breast with the other, my mouth drops covering your soft flesh…swirling my tongue around the hard nipple. Slowly, my lips roam to your neck and shoulders, licking and nibbling your sweet skin, wanting to taste every inch of you. Little kisses along your arm to the hand, where I gently suck a finger into my mouth. You can feel the pressure of my hardening cock as it brushes against your stomach. I whisper to your ear that I want to make love to you; I want to feel your warm pussy devour me as your sucking mouth had. Nodding your approval and unable to speak...your heart pounds in your chest. Moving lower I undo your jeans, slowly pulling them down over your hips, sliding them past your shapely thighs. Coaxing them off I kneel beside you. Lifting your leg…bringing your foot to my lips...kissing the tender underside...and sucking a toe into my mouth. You fondle your breasts; pinching the nipples between your fingers. The sight of you touching yourself excites me immeasurably. Releasing your foot, I kiss your calf...licking the backside of your knee. My hands proceed my lips, kneading your firm flesh...moving ever closer to your sex. Your thighs slick with my saliva, I can smell your musky scent; can see your pussy glisten in anticipation. Spreading your thighs I lie between them. Lowering my head to hover just above your stomach...dripping spittle from my mouth filling your belly button with the warm fluid. My tongue dives in then licks circles about it as I caress the outsides of your hips...working my hands beneath your buttocks, lifting gently to raise your body to my lips. I drag the tip of my hot wet tongue along the crease where your thigh meets your hip...up one side and slowly down the other. With each pass I draw closer to your pussy, and can see your clit swelling within its soft folds, quivering, awaiting my touch. Your hands move from your breasts to the back of my head and shove my face into your aching pussy. My rigid tongue presses against your pouting lips, worming its way in as you apply the pressure. Hips grind in rhythm to my probing tongue...I hunger for the sweet taste of your cunt, your juices covering my face as I devour you. Feverishly lapping pussy, I slide a finger under you seeking your dark tight hole. Finding it soaked with your lube, I gently press my finger against its resistance...and a new wave of pleasure rushes over you as I tease and penetrate your ass... Deep moans escape your throat as you beg me to fuck you...my cock hard in anticipation of granting that request. Kneeling I lift your legs to my shoulders, raising your pussy to meet my throbbing shaft. I push the bulbous head against your wet slit and it pops right in. Slowly...I drive my cock into you full length, spearing you with my hardened lust. I pump my hips, fast then slow - pulling all the way out to the tip, then back in deep. You scream in pleasure, fingers moving back to frantically pull at your nipples. Sweat rolls off my brow, cascading down my chest dripping onto you - evaporating as it contacts your burning flesh. I hold your feet in a vice like grasp, realigning your cunt to receive my pounding manhood. As we work to hold on and climax together, our desire overwhelms us. Arching my back as the white light finds me; I thrust my cock harder and deeper into you. You scream as wave after wave of orgasm washes over you; and once again I empty my balls into your body. Rolling over, I pull you on top of me...our sex still connected in a sensual dance. You slowly grind your hips down onto me, our fluids lubricating your every move. I reach up to hold your sensitive breasts, softly caressing them as we wind down from our erotic high. Sweaty hot faces flushed red with satisfaction... You lean forward, our mouths lock in a devouring kiss...breathing hard into one another. Our bodies move slowly, still so very much aroused. My cock, although somewhat less engorged, sends shivers through you as it slides around in your slick pussy. You sit up...folding your arms behind your head…lifting your luscious brown hair to frame your dark face. I gaze upon this vision of beauty...so in tune with my desires. Our bodies undulate with the need to bond to one another. Two souls mingle, reaching the deepest inner places of the other. Desire grows as the minutes pass, my shaking hands slide up to your breasts, kneading and tweaking the nipples back to life. Our breathing quickens bodies slide and grind. We work together as passion turns to frenzy, desperate once again reach the ultimate high. My hands fall to your thighs…caressing them…feeling the muscles flex beneath my sensitive fingers. Guiding you to rise and fall…spearing your sex with my now very hard cock. Tossing your head back in throws of erotic passion…looking so sexy…your deeply tanned skin shimmering in the fading light. Your body moves in rhythm with mine. Hearts beating so hard they could burst free of our chests. And with one voice we loose the sounds of ecstasy, achieving an orgasm together once more. You collapse into my waiting arms, folding you into me, becoming one. We drift off, finding a deep and satisfying slumber. THE END A Story For Her Author's note: My many thanks to D-Lo (DCL) for her inspiration to me for this story. * The envelope arrives in the post. Delivered during the week, but you did not notice it. You did not notice the envelope when you collected the mail after returning from work each day. You placed each day's mail in the basket to be delt with on week's end. Now you are sorting the week's mail. All the known junk mail goes in the trash bin, unopened. All the expected bills placed in a pile on the desk next to the checkbook. The rest are to be weeded out, one at a time. You find the envelope. The envelope is different than the rest. The envelope is made of finer paper stock than the usual envelopes. Your address is specially printed on the envelope. Not the computer printed type normal print of today, but the engraved printed type print. As if the envelope was printed on a printing press. The ink is black printing on an off white paper stock. Your address is printed twice on the envelope. One printing is on the front of the envelope. A second printing is on the flap on the rear side. The front side printing is much larger than the printing on the rear flap. You open the envelope and you see a card inside. Printed as the envelope, the card contains the following message in the center of the card, just 2 lines: "Hotel Inn, Florence, KY. June 12. 5PM. Pick up an envelope with your name at the front desk." You stop, dead cold. You have millions of questions and not one answer. Who? Why? What? Serious? Joke? Crazy! "Why 6 months from now?" you wonder. You think hard. You think harder. Frustrated with the lack of answers you throw the card and envelop down on the end table in the living room. You tend to the bills, making all the necessary payments. You tend to the other items that require your attention. Later on, you check the nearest airport and find out that the three airlines at the airport only fly to Atlanta, Charlotte, Chicago, Detroit, or Philadelphia. There are no direct flights to Cincinnati. You decide that if you go, you will drive to the hotel, a distance of about 380 miles and 6 and a half hours travel according to the online map services. You take your evening shower. Your close friend, Mr. Shower Massage, does not help tonight. He cannot get you to cum tonight. You are frustrated as you go to bed. You sleep, but not restfully, waking a few times that you recall. For the rest of the weekend you are off center. You do the usual things that you do for the weekend. Laundry, cleaning, shopping, exercises, and so on. All the normal tasks and jobs are completed, but you cannot shake the feeling. This feeling of unknown. You feel like you have been summoned. Yet you have no idea why. You go to work the next week and yet you have that nagging feeling each day. Each time you think about the card, you notice that your nipples get hard and your sex gets wet. You have no idea why. It does not matter where or when, each time you think about the card, you get the same reaction, but you do not know why. The card is still on the end table near the love seat. You put it there last weekend in your frustration. You have not looked at the card again since as its image is fresh in your mind. You can see the card at work, especially as you sit at your desk doing the daily, weekly, and monthly reports for the national retail chain headquarters. You can see it at home without going over to the end table. You see it as you walk in the park to get your exercise. You still do not have any idea why or who sent that card. You look at the envelope and card many times over the next 4 months. Yet you never pick it up or turn it over. Then one Sunday, as you are cleaning, you knock the card and envelope to the floor as you were waxing the end table top. Both the card and envelope fall face down on the floor. You do not notice it at first but as you bend over to pick them up you notice a printed line, a very small printed line, on the rear of the card. You need a magnifier lens to read the print. The line reads, "The presentence of your toy bag is requested. Bring your toys with you." You stop dead again. Toy bag? What toy bag? You put the card and the envelope back on the end table and sit down at your worktable. The cleaning has stopped whilst you attempt to figure out this new puzzle. What is this toy bag? You have no toys you tell yourself, well except for Mr. Shower Massage. He is not a toy, he is a trusted friend. You continue to think and ponder the situation. You remember the blindfold you purchased online and the earplugs that came with the blindfold. You remember the four clothespins you borrowed from a neighbor. Are these the toys? And then, you remember him. You answered a Craig's list posting you saw looking for a submissive woman in the area. Not in your town, but in a town about a half hour away from your home. You took a very long time to reply to the posting, as you did not trust yourself to follow through. Nevertheless, reply you did. He was nice and formal. The conversations in e-mails and then on the phone were nice. However, you were still very cautious and afraid. You did not wish to expose yourself to a total stranger. You relaxed a bit when you learned that he lived in another part of the country, over 1000 miles away. Yet his voice drove you wild. It was calm and soothing. It was confident. He knew what he wanted and he knew how to get it. After a few weeks of discussions, you were hearing his voice in your head and that scared you. He would tell you what you were thinking before you could say anything and that scared you. When you called him, your nipples hardened and your cunt dripped. His text messages were exciting you. He even got you to orgasm more than once in your office with other employees outside your office via text messages, and that really scared you. You remember the orgasms he led you to experience when he was in Florida and you called him at his hotel. Orgasms like never before. And without any physical contact. He has a talent to use pain to enhance the feeling s and effect of the orgasms. Clothespins on the nipples, on the clit, on the cunt lips were all used. And used effectively to bring you orgasms. Multiple orgasms one, behind the other. And then there was the waves of orgasms as you described it to him. Wave after wave of orgasmic bliss, as if you were floating away and did not want to come back you told him. Then he detected your lack of trust in yourself. He released you from serving him over long distances so that you could sort yourself out. You remained friend and talked about the problems some. You then asked to be taken again and you pledged to try harder and to begin trusting yourself. Instead of accepting you he said he would think about it over the next 9 months. He said that he would train you, test you, lead you, and evaluate you to see if you have trusted yourself. Because if you trusted yourself, then you could trust him. This made you mad, you withdrew your request to be taken, and indicated that you just wanted to be friends. He said no, that he wanted all or nothing. Then you heard no more from him. Nor did you try to contact him. Was this him? Did he actually send the card to you? Would you actually get to meet him for the first time in Kentucky? On the other hand, what if this was actually a hoax? "Should you contact him?" you asked yourself. You are not even friends now and not really in a D/s relationship like those first few months were. So many questions, so few answers. You sent him a text message asking if he sent you the card. Hours later, you receive a short text message reply that reads "Huh?" "Is this a true reply or is he playing with me" you wonder? It is now 4 weeks to go before the date arrives and you are still concerned. Can you do the 8 hours (with stops you remind yourself) driving there? Is the car ready to go that distance? "Do I really want to go?" you ask yourself. "What happens if this is a ruse?" you ask yourself. You have the car checked out just in case you decide to go. Your mechanic says the car is in very good shape and he would trust it to go to California and back. You do the research on the online map services to plot your course. You line up pit stops and rest stops to eat along the way. You get the address of the hotel as well. You calculate out the cost of food and fuel to get there and back. This drive would not be cheap for sure, but not overly expensive when compared to flying there and renting a car. The more you consider the more excited you are and then more scared you become, just like before with him. You wanted some adventure in your life, you wanted to travel and see places. Like England, what a wonderful trip that was for you. You want to go back there again. It is just that you never in your life expected to travel to Florence, KY as part of an adventure in your life. However, you have to admit to yourself that it is a nice section of country to drive through, especially since it is not mid-January when you will be making this drive. Wooded areas, farmland, mountains, and the like could make this a very nice ride. Take a few CDs; listen to the local radio stations as well. Get to see a part of the country that you have never seen. You want this and yet you are scared to death about this whole idea. With just two days to go you, call the hotel. You want to check on the reservation. You expect to be told that you do not have a reservation. Yet the person who answered your call tells you that your reservation is confirmed. The person then states that the hotel appreciates you paying the reservation in full, in advance of your arrival. You stutter with your reply, shocked to hear that the room is paid in full already. You thank them and hang up. This means that if you do not go someone is out a lot of money for nothing. You are concerned about your safety. The room is in your name. Was this meant to assure you, or scare you? "How would you have reacted had they told you that you had no reservation?" you ask yourself. "Are you going to go?" you ask yourself. More questions without answers. On the day before the appointment, you figure that you will need to depart no later than 8:30 in the morning if you are going to go. "So this is it." you decide. "I am going to go." you tell yourself. You do some last minute shopping for some items you know he would like. You even pick up a canvas art bag to be used as your "toy bag". Yes, you believe, no you know, it is he who has done this and made this possible. The bloke you were friends with, who's voice you have heard and still hear in your head from time to time. The bloke who knows what he wants and will not accept less. The same bloke who can bring massive orgasms to your body with just his voice and your imagination. You decide to make the drive and whether you go into the hotel will depend on how you feel when you get to the area. You leave on time and the drive is very nice. No problems with traffic. No problems with construction. Your stop for lunch goes well. No problems with weather. Hot yes, but the air-conditioning works well. Bright and sunny, but not in your eyes the whole trip. As you pull into the hotel parking lot, you feel tightness in your stomach. You notice your nipples getting hard. One part of your inner self wants in, and another part wants to go home now, immediately. Like put the pedal to the metal and let us get out of here right now! The hotel is not that old from outward appearances. It looks well maintained. The lawn is mowed. There are children playing at the pool on the right side. The parking lot is full of cars. The same is true with the hotels next door and the restaurants on both sides of the hotels and street. Lots of people around you notice. You feel a little safer once you notice that. You park in the hotel lot and slowly get out of the car. You also notice that you are not tired from 7 plus hours of driving today. You actually feel energized. You enter the hotel at 4:40PM and feel the air-conditioning immediately as you enter the hotel lobby. There are two women at the front counter talking to each other. They see you and stop talking. Their attention is on you. You say you have a reservation and give them your name. They both smile at you and you get checked in very quickly. One gives you an envelope, a business type/size envelope that is sealed tight. She says that your room key is in the envelope. She says they were told that this envelope has a personal message for you as well as your room key and a map of the hotel room locations inside. When you look puzzled at them, the other one says that the envelope has been here since the beginning of last week and that the room has been assigned to you since it was paid in full in cash last month. You leave the hotel lobby and go back to the car. You open the envelope as you are sitting in the car. There is the hotel key carrier with two of those electronic lock keys inside. Also is a hotel map of room locations. You see the room is on the top floor. The map shows that the top floor rooms are much larger than the lower floors. You guess that two rooms on the lower floors make up one room on the top floor. The note in the envelope says,"See instructions in room". Your inner selves are still urging you to go to the room and to go home at the same time. You make up your mind to go through with this. You have a prepaid hotel room for the night, if nothing else happens. You have had a nice drive and seen some nice countryside along the way today. Not normally what you would do with two days off, but it has been a good adventure so far. You get your bags, including the new "toy bag", and lock up the car. As you walk to the hotel lobby, you notice that the restaurants around the hotel are all national chain restaurants, like the ones back home that you have been to before. So you know where dinner will be coming from tonight. You proceed to the elevator and wait for its arrival. The elevator arrives and you push the button for the top floor. You are alone in the elevator. The excitement builds and the feeling of tingling begins in your body. A weakness at the knees appears as the elevator door opens. You push on. You exit the elevator and enter the hallway. From the sign on the wall, you notice that your room is to the right. The hallway is empty and quiet. Your room is on the right facing the rear of the hotel. The pool is on the other side of the hotel. You use the key to unlock the door and enter the room. You are in the room foyer. There is a small wooden table nearby on the right side with a telephone on top. On the telephone is another of those printed envelopes. This one has your initials on the front. You put down your bags and take the envelope. It is sealed and you have to tear it open to read what is inside. The card inside is printed just like the one at home and it reads; "Good evening. Thank you for coming here today. Your room is behind the second door on the left. There are more instructions for you there." You read and re-read the card a few times. Finally, you look up at the hotel room. No, you correct yourself, hotel suite. You notice a door immediately to the left. You see a bathroom inside. A bathroom with a shower, sink counter, and toilet. You look closer and see that the bathroom is fully stocked and ready for use. Next, you see the second door on the left and it is closed at the present time. Looking further into the hotel suite, you see a sitting room with a large, no huge, flat screen TV on the wall. There is a couch, a love seat, and a coffee table. Off to the right side is a work desk and a door which is closed. On the left are a few more doors and a dining table, with set up for 4 people to dine. You place the card back on the telephone table. You proceed to the door to your room and enter. It is dark and you feel around for the light switch. You find the switch and turn on the lights. The room is medium size, with a queen bed, 4 pillows, two nightstands, a telephone, two chairs and a small table in between, a large dresser with 6 draws. A large screen TV is mounted on the wall and you notice that the mount permits the TV to be moved to face the bed or the chairs. You go back to the foyer and pickup your bags and move them into your room. The telephone is on the right night stand and near the telephone is another of those printed envelopes. This one also has your initials on the front. You put your bags on the bed and take the envelope. It too is sealed and you have to tear it open. The card inside is printed just like the one in the room outside and the one at home and it reads; "Good evening. Are you ready for an adventure? I truly hope so. If you are not ready for this adventure then use the security lock on the main door to the suite and I will not attempt entry, and I will know that I am not wanted. You may spend the night here of you wish. Go for dinner, order in dinner, or anything else you want whilst you are here. The room is paid up until noon tomorrow." "If, however, you are ready for an adventure tonight then you must do the following. First strip down completely and shower. Be sure you are freshly shaved from nose to toes. Your hair is to be braided into a ponytail. If the ponytail is long enough, then make a tight bun at the back of your head. You will put the ear plus in your ears. You will put the blindfold on your forehead. You will be wearing your "fuck me" heels and proper hosiery only. Lay any other toys out at the foot of the bed. On the far side of the bed are a few boxes with numbers on them on the floor. Box #1 contains a leather collar, two leather wrist cuffs, and two leather ankle cuffs. Put these on next." "Box #2 contains a black ball gag. Put this gag in place and secure the gag behind your head properly." "Box #3 contains an anal plug kit. Select the smallest plug and use the enclosed lubricant on your selected anal plug and on your anal passage. Insert the anal plug completely." "Box #4 contains ear muffs. Please this over/around your plugged ears." "Box #5 contains a vibrating egg. Place this egg in your cunt." "Turn over" On the rear side of the card, you read the following: "Once you have completed these instructions leave the room you are in now. Proceed to the sitting room and push the coffee table off toward the dining table. Then stand in middle of the sitting room, between the couch and the balcony. Pull the blindfold over your eyes. Using the double headed clips on the wrist cuffs, bend over and attach the wrist cuffs to the loops in the ankle cuffs and wait. Wait all night if required. " "Trust yourself to trust me, whomever I am. You will not be harmed. You will, however, feel much pleasure before I leave you tonight." "Remember all you need to do is put the security lock on the suite main door and you will be alone and safe tonight." "Guess who!" You fret about and are first tempted to lock the suite door. And in fact, you do lock the door. You then sit on the bed and wonder with yourself. You wonder about the suite. You go to have a look at the full suite. You enter the larger bedroom off to the area with the worktable with the closed door. The room is very large with a king bed. It has chairs, two end tables, two phones, a large TV, a small refrigerator, a microwave oven, and a very large dresser. It has its own fully stocked bathroom. The room is completely empty. Next, you enter the kitchen next on the left of the sitting room near the dining table. It is a fully stocked kitchen. The refrigerator is stocked with ice in the freezer and there is a chilled water pitcher in the refrigerator. There is a large balcony/patio behind the curtain between the huge TV and the worktable area on the right side. The balcony/patio area faces a wooded area. It is very quiet out there. There are nice potted plants hanging from the ceiling in the sitting area and near the balcony/patio door. A Story For Her You decide to take the shower. And you enjoy the shower very much. You made sure that you were completely clean shave. "Just in case," you tell yourself. You blow dry you hair and then decide that you are going to try this. Complete naked, you go and unlock the security lock on the main door. Next, you dry and put your hair into a ponytail and then into a tight bun. You unpack the jet-black pantyhose that you thought to bring along with you when you suspected it was he who sent you the card. You put one pair of crotchless pantyhose on normally. Next, you put on your red 3 inch Mary Jane high heels. You put your blindfold on your forehead and push the earplugs into your ears. The world sounds a lot different now. You go over to box #1 and unpack the leather items. The smell off new fresh leather delights you. You carefully put on the wrist cuffs first. Then you put on the ankle cuffs. You make sure the cuffs are tight. Lastly, you put on the leather collar. You go to box #2 and unpack the earmuffs. You are a bit surprised. They look like the old time stereo headphones but without the speaker in the earpieces and without the wires. In place of the speakers, you see the foam padding. You place the earmuffs over your ears and you instantly notice a complete and utter silence. You have never known such an outside yourself quiet before. Next, you unpack box #3 and put in the ball gag securing it tightly behind your head. You expected it to cause you to gag, but it does not. You can breathe easily through your nose but your sounds and giggles are muffled. Next, you unpack box #5 with the vibrating egg. You look it over and notice the wire hanging from it. You push the button on it to the on position but nothing happens. As you begin to put it in your cunt, you notice for the first time just how wet and turned on sexually you are. The vibrating egg slides into your cunt with ease. Lastly, you uneasily move to box #4. You carefully unpack the anal plug kit. It has three anal plugs, a small, a medium, and a large plug. Also in the plug kit is the anal lubricant. You remove the small anal plug and inspect it. Holding it in your hand, you compare its size with two of your fingers. You lubricate the plug carefully and place it aside. Next, you lubricate your asshole and anal passage. This is a very new and strange experience for you. Now you hold the anal plug and press it against your asshole. You feel your muscles tighten and you try to relax them as you apply pressure to the anal plug. Slowly you feel the anal plug enter and after a few long minutes, you feel the anal plug seated in place, fully inserted. Your tension goes away as you realize that you were expecting severe pain and yet there was no pain at all. You feel strange, excited, crazy, turned on and scared all at once. You see yourself in the full-length mirror as you were going to the sitting area. You stop dead in your tracks and turn toward the mirror. You see yourself, but this woman in the mirror is so completely different. She is a woman of beauty. She looks beautiful. She looks happy. She looks satisfied. She looks confident. She looks like you and yet you have never seen her before. You are so very proud for the first time in your life of the real submissive you, coming out to the world. Your only hope now is that he will take you. That he will take charge and lead you in service to him. That he will accept you as his personal property. You continue to the sitting room and move the coffee table off to the side as instructed. You turn and face the balcony curtain. You move the blindfold down over your eyes. You move your feet apart so that you can stand comfortable. You feel the cunt juices on the insides of both thighs. You reach down to your ankles and clip the wrist cuffs to the ankle cuffs. And you wait. You do not know how long it has been that you have been waiting but the vibrator in your cunt starts to vibrate lightly. It continues to vibrate forever. Then you notice the smell. A candle maybe? You are not sure but the smell is there. You are trusting your sense of smell even more now that your sense of hearing, and your sense of sight are turned off. Your sense of taste is being blocked by the taste of the ball gag. While your sense of touch is still there, you feel so many things that you are not sure which feeling to trust. There, was that something on your back? Or there, on the shoulder? Or there, on the rock hard nipples? On the other hand, are you just imagining those sensations? How can you be sure? You feel the vibrator going in your cunt and you are not sure but you think it is a little faster now. You are so turned on sexually. You feel the juices running down the insides of your thighs. You realize that an orgasm has been building for some time now and yet you did not notice it until now. How long has the orgasm been here and how long have you been in this position. Suddenly the orgasm builds to the point of driving you over the edge and you have a big one. You lose your balance as the orgasm hits and you fall to the floor. Good thing the floor is rug covered , you will think later on. Wow, that took a lot out of you. 10 or 15 minutes later, you struggle to get back on your feet. You are glad to have moved the coffee table so far away. You notice that the vibrator is going just a little faster now. You finally manage to get to up on your feet with your wrists still attached to your ankles. You are getting comfortable again slowly when you notice warmth around your asshole. Where did that come from you wonder? There again are those feelings of touch, on the back, the neck, and the nipples again. The smell is there as well. More feelings of touch as the warmth at the ass gets stronger. The feeling of isolation is immense as well. Are you imagining these things, you ask yourself? The vibrating egg is now on full speed. You feel the vibrations on the plug in your ass. You even feel the vibrations on your clit. You do not know how long it takes but soon you are on the edge of an orgasm again. And you again cannot hold it back. The orgasm takes hold and you tumble to the floor again. You pass out cold. When you awake, you are standing upright, spread eagle, facing the open patio curtain. You now notice that the hanging potted plants you noticed earlier are gone and now your wrist cuffs are attached to by ropes to the rings in the ceiling. You then notice your ankle cuffs are attached to rings on the sidewalls by rope. Your blindfold is on your forehead. And you can see the curtains. As you turn you head, you see the room is empty but that smell you noticed earlier is still there. Suddenly, the curtains open slowly. Then the lights fade out. There you are, on the fourth floor, facing the wooded area, almost naked and exposed to the world and the room is completely without lights. You think you see a flash off to one side, you get your eye sight back just before the blindfold is moved over your eyes. You are in total darkness. "Damn" you think, "I missed seeing him". Suddenly you feel a sharp pain in the right ass cheek. Another pain, but now in the left ass cheek. You try to figure out if that was real. Then you try to figure out what made that pain. What was it? You remember him talking about the whip. You remember him talking about the paddle. You remember him talking about the crop. You remember him talking about the cat of nine tails. Moreover, you remember him talking about the belt. Might be a whip. Not a paddle. Might be a crop. Not a cat of nine tails. Not a belt. Then you remember the plastic spatchula and the wooden spoon in the kitchen area on the counter top. "Were they there as a warning?" you think. "What was it?" you just questioned yourself. It truly stroked you differently. Pain, but it is not a hurting pain. You cringe as you think, "a delightful" pain. Then you ask yourself "how can that be?" Suddenly you feel a sharp pain in the left ass cheek. Another pain, but now it is in the right ass cheek. And again you think "delightful". "How?" you ask yourself. You feel the energy from his pain traveling through your body. The more strokes, the more pain. The pain travels to the asshole and some of it enters you there. The rest goes to your clit. The pain passed through your clit and then some enters your cunt and goes to the "g-spot". The remaining pain travels up your cunt lips and exits toward your belly button. The pain energy circles your belly button and creates a heat you have never felt before. The remaining pain energy travels up to the nipples and enters your nipples. The sensation of this pain energy entering your asshole, ribbing your clit, entering your cunt, rubbing against your "g-spot", and your nipples at the same time is amazing to you. The sharp pain keeps coming to your ass, to the backs of your thighs, and to your lower back sides. The result is a gigantic orgasm like never before. You pass out again and all you remember is the wave after wave of orgasmic bliss before you passed out. When you wake from the alarm clock, you are in the queen bed in your room and it is 7AM. There is a envelope on the telephone, just like before. You reach over and open the envelope. The card inside reads "Thank you. I had such a good time. Breakfast is in the refrigerator to be cooked. Have a good shower and a safe drive home". Behind the card are a few color photos. One of you when bent over taken from the entry to the sitting room and another taken over the couch. One of you laying on the floor after that first or second orgasm. There a photo of you standing spread eagle, facing the patio window. One of you passed out still hanging from the rings in the ceiling. One of you on the bed out cold. One of you in the bed, covers at your feet. One of you in the bed, covers pulled over you. You are relaxed like never before and you feel so easy. You still do not know him but Wow! Can he ever please you without ever touching you! He has taught you about yourself and your new view of pain in your life. Then you reel the remaining pain in/on your ass cheeks. You put your hand to your ass and you feel the warmth. He has shown you that good pain does exist in your life and all you know is that you want more, much more. You decide that any time and any place you are summoned you will be there ready and willing to accept his control. You make the breakfast. You then shower. After the shower, you look at your ass cheeks and notice the many marks. You rub lotion over the cheeks, but you wish they marks would remain there forever. You depart the hotel at 10 AM. You are home 8 hours later and waiting for his next contact. Your only hope is that the next adventure is as good as this adventure. You hope that the next adventure comes soon, very soon.