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Two "Suite" Nights

By the time our second meeting ended, I had decided two things. First, my Master was very, very good at what he did to me. And second, there was no way I could wait until Christmas for our next visit.

Almost a month had passed since our second "date." I had been teased, pleased, fucked, and damn well tortured during our short time together. Even though he had to leave early, we kept in touch over the phone. His contact was addicting; I would get lewd but arousing texts during the day that made me want to blush, or a phone call when I got off work that ended with me still in my car, following explicitly erotic orders as he listened to me describe each moment.

The teasing is amazing, don't get me wrong. But there is no comparison to what he does to me in person. The bondage, the little mind games, the soft words and firm orders...all incredible and exciting. I wanted to find a way to amp up the excitement for him, so that he'd be wound up as much as me the next time we met. And then I found a way to do it.

This time, my story started with a dress. But not any dress...I knew the instant I saw it in the store that I was going to have my Master fuck me in it.

It was breathtaking. Creamy eggshell cotton made up a fitted bodice and daintily flared skirt, which accented the curves of my breasts and waist perfectly while also flowing off my hips. The hemline rose just above my knees, which I knew would tease my Master immensely. The whole dress was made out of a beautiful eyelet material, with a demure neckline and a revealing cutout in the back that would show off my smooth skin. It was, in short, the perfect "good girl" dress. And I wanted him to break it in.

I waited to play my cards just right. My story had pleased him, and I had my in. I messaged him a few days after getting the dress, ready to play. You said I'm getting rewarded for my story...May I choose my reward? :-)

The rest was simply being patient. I did not have to wait long.

A soft buzz alerted me to his reply. Interesting...perhaps. You will have to be more specific. I had him intrigued at least.

I smiled, and offered my proposal. I want to wear a dress for you....And I explained my idea.

It had taken some convincing, and finally a picture of me modeling the dress, but I won my reward. Master's only condition was that I had to write him a fantasy...what I wanted done to me if I was allowed to model the dress in person. I did my best to deliver, although it was very difficult. Writing what delicious things he did to me after the fact was one thing; having to explain my fantasy to him was another.

With some effort, I finally sent him a long Facebook message. I waited for a reply, but days passed without any sign he noticed.

It was a week later when I got a reply. Plans this weekend?

I smiled, letting the tingle I felt start to take over. Looks like I wouldn't be waiting too long after all.


The next two days were crazy. My Master had teased me with mind games the last two days straight, and I'm surprised I was not dripping on my way to meet him. I was very ready to be at his mercy now as I pulled up to the hotel. Best of all, I was his to play with for the entire weekend.

I parked outside and quickly did a check in the mirror. My soft brown hair accented my face, with gold hooped earrings dangling and catching the light. I wore a long blue woolen jacket over my new dress and knee-high leather boots. Oh, he was going to like this.

I smiled and took care of one last detail. I hurriedly reached under my dress and hooked my thumbs in my "sun kissed" panties, sliding them quickly down my legs. One less item for him to have to deal with. The thought made me tingle as I jumped out of the car, ignoring the chill outside. I was too excited to care about anything else.

Every step I took on my way to the elevator made me bite my lip. I had already been here; Master gave me orders a few days ago to wear my vibrator all day and to drop off the remote in an envelope for him to retrieve when he checked in. All day I was tortured with texts hinting he might come to my work just to see if I did it. He did not come, both to my relief and disappointment, but as I rose to his floor I could feel how wet and ready I was as a result of the day's teasing.

The friendly chirp of the elevator sounded, alerting me to my destination. A few corners later, I was standing outside Room 316...my fantasy world laying just beyond the door. I knocked three times and turned away...our standard "obedient slave has arrived" signal.

That is where my embarrassment began.

A door down the hall opened and a young man my age started towards me, just as the door behind me also opened. I blushed deeply and tried to ignore the newcomer. I could not turn around and warn my Master to stop; I would get punished. I could only look straight ahead and hope the stranger would walk right on past.

Master did not notice my discomfort, or did not care. Either way, my bag was removed from my shoulder and the symbol of my submission--my blindfold--was forced into my hand. I took it reluctantly, now scarlet as the other guest took out a key card and opened the room right across from me. Of course. I saw him glance at me and fix his gaze on the cloth in my hand. He looked up sharply in surprise, and I avoided his gaze as the door behind me slammed shut.

With a grin, the guest opened his room and went inside, revealing another man in his twenties. Both watched me, their door staying wide open, as I finally spun around and put on my blindfold. I never felt so embarrassed or so turned on, but I quickly knocked again, silently willing Master to let me in and end my torment quickly.

I heard the two men say something, but luckily my door was opened and I was dragged inside to my great relief. I wanted to thank him, but I kept quiet and followed his lead. My heels clicked loudly on the hard floor as I was led further inside and spun around, back shoved into a door.

My palms pressed against the surface, chest rising quickly as I waited for his next move. I had told him several things in my fantasy, and I had no idea if he was going off off that message or if he had his own plans in mind.

I jumped when fingers brushed against my stomach. I could only imagine what he was thinking as he moved slowly, methodically, to untie the soft belt and undo each button on my jacket. His hands reached up and pushed it off my shoulders, and I carefully helped shrug the form fitting material off to be thrown on the floor. This left me and my dress, finally modeled in person.

I wanted to hear him say something. Comment on the dress, or say something naughty. But all I got was silence. This troubled me...the man had a deliciously sinful voice, and I wanted to hear him tell me anything, everything he wanted to do to me.

Fingers circled my left wrist and I flinched, startled by the unexpected touch. Blushing, I let him guide my hand up above my head, and felt silky soft ropes circle around. I let him do the same to my right, and soon, I was helplessly displayed, unable to see or now move my hands down to interfere.

The thought had my nerves on edge, and every time I shifted my dress brushed against my bare skin, sending shivers up my spine.

Still, no sound from my tormentor. He had been so talkative during the last two days, priming me with words of what he would do to me. It was out of character, no reply from him now, and I was ready to comment when his fingers brushed against my cheek. I jumped again and blushed, surprised at how receptive I was to his touch right now as he secured something hard and plastic over my ears. I was confused by the muted hum that replaced the silent room...headphones?

I squirmed nervously. "Sir..." I started softly, then froze. Audio had begun, and my straining ears caught the sound of a door opening and a woman gasping. And a rich voice murmuring warnings. This...this was the video he had from last time!

My mouth dropped open. He had deleted it, I saw him! My face was hot as I heard the woman's moaning--my moans--flow through the headphones. It was distracting, and I couldn't help but get excited by the sounds.

The audio was so distracting, in fact, that I jumped again when I felt a soft brush against my thigh. It was light, and gone almost instantly, but I was trembling. A moment later, the action was repeated, making my dress skirt against my toy's antennae. A little movement, but I moaned softly.

As if on cue, the toy buzzed to life. I gasped at the vibration and pulled against my ties. The feeling was intensified by how turned he had me...without knowing exactly when or where he would touch me, or being able to hear him approach, I was completely at his mercy.

My toy only lasted a few seconds, and I groaned softly, waiting for its return. The deprivation of my senses made my other senses on high alert, so every touch, internal or out, was killing me. It wasn't fair...the other me was getting teased mercilessly now on the audio, and every moan was making me very jealous. When was it my turn?

The little vibrator answered, teasing me again, and I tilted my head thankfully. "Oh," I gasped quietly, ignoring my blush. It felt so nice, and I urged the toy on. Again, it stopped much too early. What the hell?

My dress lifted slowly, and fingers began caressing my thighs. Forget the toy, this was much more exciting! I arched against the unseen hands, trying to get more pressure, but Master was having none of it. He avoided my efforts, taking his time to lightly explore my bare skin.

I bit back a groan when he withdrew. The toy buzzed back on and stayed on, mollifying me for a moment. "Oh please," I whined, shifting my wrists when it cut off again. The ties had a dull ache in my wrists, forcing me to adjust. "Please, sir...."

The pattern continued. The toy would buzz on for a few seconds, then disappear, then leave me groaning until it came back on. Occasionally, my dress would skim across my thighs as it was lifted or hands would feel my progress under the skirt. The torture continued for several long minutes, making me pant and groan.

A hand suddenly dove under my dress, stealing away my vibrator before I could protest. I yelped as the item slid out, leaving me empty and unsatisfied. I wanted to complain, to beg for more, but instead I flinched as his fingers returned, taking the toy's place.

"OH!" I tipped my head back against the door, basking in the feel of his fingers inside me. They filled me, pumping quickly to make my cries compete with the audio. "Oooh pleaase...."

I gasped, feeling myself tense up. I was so close, so ready as Master continued his assault. Right there....

And he pulled away. "No!" I couldn't stop the cry from escaping. I pouted, trying to ignore my hot blush. That wasn't fair! "Sir!"

The toy was pressed back inside, which I sullenly accepted, and it buzzed for another short burst. I didn't know what I did to earn this punishment, but I didn't like it. "Please!" I pleaded. I wanted his fingers back, or maybe his mouth, or even better, anything below the belt....

I jumped when warm breath tickled my neck. I strained to hear his words over my headphones. "Why does your toy not work?"

I shifted in the ropes, confused. "W-what?" I squeaked, then gasped when it turned on again. The toy only lasted a moment, but then came back strongly. I felt his breath tickle but couldn't make out the words over my own cries and the audio's. "I don't...I can't understand you..."

The headphones were adjusted, and his cool, firm voice repeated. "Your toy is not working unless the remote is right by you. Why?" He lifted my skirt again, pressing the little remote against my thigh right next to the toy's antennae. I felt the vibrations again and I squirmed, moaning loudly.

"I...I don't know..." I murmured. Master drew closer, grabbing my hair and tilting my head back. I gasped and arched my back, still on edge as the toy kept on.

"I told you to replace the batteries." I mewled as he started rubbing his free hand against my clit. "I did...I promise!" The finger now fell away, now tugging at the toy. I gasped and arched against him further.

Over the audio, I heard him chuckle. "Then why does it not work?" He twisted the antennae, making the toy rotate slowly inside me.

"I don't kno-ow!" I pleaded, need rising in my voice. "Please, sir!" Instead, the toy was again removed, and I was left alone.

My head fell back again with a long whimper. "Oh God!" My tormentor had disappeared between my legs, licking me slowly. I wanted to come so badly, but he was only teasing me again, because he left as quickly as he began.

I opened my mouth, ready to tell him off, and a finger quickly slid inside. Surprised, I tasted something warm and salty. Mmm....The finger left, then returned with some more of the tasty treat. I accepted it, hoping to please him, when I felt him rub against me. This was all him...no toy, I could feel the heat off him as he slid closer.

He rested outside, just rubbing slowly against my slit slowly, keeping me on edge. "Ohh," I sighed, arching my hips against his. "Please, oh please...."

"Please what?"

I strained to hear, trying to move against him. My dress was bunched up between us, one hand on my hip and the other rubbing my clit quickly as his cock kept teasing me. "Please, sir, please get in!"

A chuckle rose over the audio. "Not good enough." Both movements quickened, and I moaned louder.

"Please, please sir may I come!" I was getting desperate. This had been ten, fifteen minutes of teasing, and I was getting impatient. "Please!"

I jumped when his breath tickled my neck again, his lips close. "Not good enough. Who am I?" I thought for a moment, confused. "S-sir?" I answered finally. The lips met my neck and brushed back and forth, signaling no. I blushed. Another name popped into mind, and I groaned. I couldn't actually say it...could I?

He probed me again, nearly in. I groaned again in submission. "Please...please Master." I paused, flushing red. "Master, may I come now?" I was so embarrassed, but I needed release, and he would hold it from me until I gave him what he wanted.

"Yes, you may." I moaned thankfully as he moved his fingers inside instead, helping me reach that intense feeling faster. I gasped and cried out louder, tumbling over the edge in no time. My head fell forward from the effort, and the headphones slid off.

As I caught my breath, Master fixed my headphones and turned off the video, allowing the soft hum resume instead. I was panting now, practically hanging from my ties with tingling fingers, but I didn't care. I felt so good.

Soon, my hands were released, and I held myself up against the door as I waited for further orders. Instead, firm hands took me and guided me across the room to what I thought was a desk. His hand bent me properly and I rested on a soft pillow, trying to ignore my trembling legs. When he moved away, I explored cautiously. My fingers trailed down the wooden surface and forward until I hit the wall. Lifting myself higher, I felt around for more details as to my location.

"Did I tell you to move?"

I gasped and bent over again, blushing crimson. "Sorry sir!" Instead of commenting, Master readjusted my headphones and restarted the player. The time, music flowed through with a quick beat and pulsing energy that was making my heart race excitedly. This was a good mood setter, I thought as I relaxed into the pillow.

Fingers probed between my legs and I widened my stance so my little vibrator could be inserted again. I was confused as to why, if it wasn't working correctly, but I didn't question him. The remote was switched on and I gasped. He must have found a way to keep it close by, because there were no stops this time. "Oh yes...."

My tormentor stood behind me, raising the fabric of my dress up over my thighs, bunching up again to expose my rear and toy-filled pussy. I waited, excited, as he slowly touched me.

Suddenly, pain exploded on my rear. I yelped, jerking forward over the desk. I looked over my shoulder uselessly, blindly trying to identify what he hit me with. Another blow made me jump again, my cry sharp. What the hell??

The new object trailed over my sore bottom, and I felt soft leather strips caress the sensitive skin. A whip? Whatever it was, it made me blush appreciatively and moan when he used it again, softer this time. The hits were not hard, but they still stung when the frond hit me in new spots. I couldn't help it...paired with the upbeat music, I was on fire.

Another blow was directed lower, and I cried out loudly as it hit my toy's antennae. The sensation shot straight into me, and I nearly came right there. "Oh my God!" I whimpered, fingers closed tightly. Sooo good!

Master repeated the action, making me groan and squirm. "Do you like this, slave?" I could only cry out as he did it again and again, purposefully hitting my other toy and making me jump in shock.

"Yeeeeeeess," I finally moaned, pressing my palm against the wall in front of me to brace myself for another hit. It didn't come.

Instead, I arched my back as a tongue caressed me. My tormentor worked me thoroughly, making me gasp loudly. That talented mouth belonged to a man who definitely know how to use it.

Soon, he changed positions, moving his lips higher. I froze. "What..." I started, then cried out when he began licking my ass. "Oh God..."

He chuckled, making me squirm. His hands circled over my back, keeping me down as he repeated the earlier actions now with my rear. It was a strange feeling...not entirely unpleasant, but very different. "Do you like this?" I barely heard him over the music.

I could only tremble. "I...I don't know." He continued for a moment longer, then rose behind me. I didn't think I could wait any longer, I was shaking so badly with want. "Please sir...."

My vibrator was removed, and I was forced to stand up. My dress was peeled off quickly, over my shoulders and thrown to the floor, leaving me in only my earrings and leather boots. Immediately I was bent over and without a word, he was inside me. "OH!" I gasped, bracing both hands against the wall. His cock was stretching me out, hitting every spot perfectly as he began thrusting forward quickly. "Ooh yes sir!"

I pushed back against him, and his hands went to me hips, helping. A new song was blazing in my ears, something about fucking, and I couldn't help but meet the rhythm as my Master pounded into me. One of his hands moved up to grab a fistful of my long hair.

"Ah!" I cried out, head tilted back fully as he fucked me. "Yes, oh Master yes!" I was so close, the edge right there just waiting to be tipped over. "Please sir, oh may I please..."

My Master didn't miss a beat. "Come," he commanded, and I convulsed around him as he filled me over and over. I was seeing stars before he pulled out, gasping loudly from what he just did to me. I wanted to slide to the ground, take a break, but he had other plans.

Grasping my hand, he curled my fingers around something hard but flexible, like silicone. "You will put this in." I lifted my head, startled.


He chuckled. "Put it in." He guided my hand toward my ass, tapping carefully. "In here." I tried to pull away, but he held me still. "I want to take your ass this weekend, and you need to be ready." He coaxed me to get the first small bead inside, wincing softly as I did so. "Good girl...now keep going."

I was finally released, and I gritted my teeth. I could do this. Ignoring the fact he was probably watching me, I pushed harder, trying to get the toy deeper inside me. The second bead, larger, slid inside, and with a little effort, so did the third. I hoped that was all there was, because I didn't think I could do more.





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