I arrived at the hotel room early. I was always early for everything, but this time, I was really early. I couldn’t wait for check-in time. My agony was prolonged by the clerk telling me my room was “not quite ready.” Finally, I was handed the key, and with shaky hands and weak knees, I went to my room. It was a better-than-average hotel that I had stayed at before. I knew the walls would permit me to make some noise without the neighbors hearing anything.
Once I was inside the room, I pulled the bed cover halfway down the bed and the sheet followed. I took my time, and laid it out smoothly, tightly folded without wrinkles as if waiting for military inspection. I then got naked and went to the bathroom before I got the enema kit out and the lube. After I placed a towel on the floor, I began the awkward process of lubing my hole and giving myself an enema. I wasn’t sure if she was going to do this, and I figured I would help things along by being ready. Besides, a second one administered by her would just add to the enjoyment of the evening.
I made sure to squeeze plenty of water inside of myself before expelling it on my first load, then I squeezed another bulb full of water inside of me just to make sure that I was clean. I took my time and made sure that all of the water was expelled before taking a shower and drying off. I put on the sexy underwear she had requested and waited. The clock seemed to be moving slower than normal, and I was full of nervous excitement. I hoped she would be earlier than the time we agreed upon.
I sat on the bed and waited for her arrival, and suddenly a knock on the door brought me to full attention. I sprung from the bed and went to the door, pressing my eye to the peephole just to make sure it was her. I took a deep breath and opened the door as I tried to hide my underwear-clad body behind it. She just gave me a glance and entered the room like she owned the place.
“Lock it and stand over here.” She was staring at me now with a look of authority.
I moved quickly and stood where she had pointed, but I wasn’t quite sure what else to do. She didn’t say anything at first, but continued to stare me down.
“When I tell you to do something, you do it, and say YES MAAM or YES MISTRESS!”
“Yes, Maam, Yes, Mistress”
I said it without making eye contact, but I glanced at her and then back to the wall across the room.
“Hands behind your head now—GOOD BOY!”
I stood straight and locked in place with my hands behind my head. I stared at the wall waiting for my next instruction with anxious excitement.
She had wheeled in a luggage bag and ignored me as she flung it on the bed and opened the zipper. The top flipped open and I glanced cautiously at the contents. It appeared to be a mini sex shop full of supplies. She removed the contents slowly and placed them on the table in the room. I could see them clearly now, and began to wonder how many she would use on me tonight.
“Turn around and bend over slowly while pulling down those panties.”
I did as I was told but was eager to get on with the show.
“That’s it, slower now, and get them right down to your ankles.”
I left the underwear crumpled around my ankles and began to stand up, before she corrected me.
“I DIDN’T TELL YOU TO STAND UP!”
I went back over and sort of touched my lower calves as best I could. My face glowed with redness from the embarrassing position and the blood rushing to my head. I felt my heart racing in my chest and wondered what to do next, but she made it clear.
“Just hold that position.”
I felt like a scolded child.
“Step out of those panties and spread your legs wide for me. Now, reach back and spread those ass cheeks for me.”
The embarrassment was excruciating.
“I want to see what I’ve got to work with.”
She said it like a contractor sizing up a remodeling job or something.
I did as I was told of course, and the reality of this fantasy began to sink in deeply. It was difficult to breathe in enough air in this position, the blood gathered in my head, and I felt the embarrassment increase.
I heard latex gloves being snapped onto her hands as she said “Wider now.”
A feeble “Yes, ma’am” escaped my lips as she approached with the lube and wheeled the room chair right up behind me. She took a seat and got comfortable before I felt her slippery finger slowly traverse my butt crack, right past my hole, all the way to my dangling balls. She loaded up her finger with another blob of lube and traced the same path from my balls back up my crack. “Mmmmm,” is all she said, as if she was tasting ice cream or something.
“I want to introduce you to my butt plugs tonight.”
A shiver went up my spine as she continued to run her finger up and down my crack but ignored my hole.
“Stand up.”
Thank God. I was about to pass out. My crack felt funny, lubed as it was, but I didn’t dare laugh. This was serious business. My fantasy was coming true.
“Get up on the bed, on all fours.”
“Yes, Mistress,” I was excited to say it.
My Mistress. She was really there, lubing me up, getting ready to use me, getting ready to introduce me to her butt plugs.
I got ass-high and ready. My head was on the bed, and I tried to get my shoulders down as far as I could with my back arched to leave my slippery crack wide open for her. She moved the chair directly behind me and took a seat before she began adding more lube to my crack. This time she began to focus on the hole. I was more comfortable now, able to breathe better, able to concentrate on the moment. As she began her work, I gradually pushed back on her finger as she got close to my butthole.
“Oh my, you just can’t wait, can you?”
She teased me by slowly entering me for the first of many times, barely getting her fingernail inside before withdrawing it a few times. This time it was me to say, “Mmmm.”
