In the room, the first thing I noticed was a collection of boxes stacked at the end of the bed. Walking further into the room I paused to remove my heels, kicking them aside. It was then I realized that my suitcase, which had been open and in a mess when I left that morning, was no longer on the bed. Looking around I saw it, now empty, over by the closet.
“Joe, did you have the hotel maid come and put away my things? Empty my suitcase?”
“No, Brie, I moved your things. I unpacked your clothing and other things. You will find your business attire and most other clothing hanging in the closet. Your lingerie and other casual clothing are in the dresser and your makeup and toiletries are in the bathroom.”
He said all of this as he picked up my shoes and carried them to the closet.
“I like things neat and orderly, Brie, so I expect you to keep them that way when we are together.”
“I see,” I said, staring at him, somewhat annoyed that he’d gone through my belongings.
“Well, I thank you for unpacking but I would have preferred to do it myself,” I said. “I am a private person and I’m uncomfortable with you having gone through my things. Obviously, as you have seen, I wasn’t hiding anything. But what if I had a gift that I hadn’t given to you yet?”
“You left things scattered and untidy, so I picked up after you,” said Joe, deflecting my protest. “I shouldn’t have had to do it, but I was not going to have the maid clean around your things. Subject closed, Brie. Enough.”
He looked me in the eyes, as if challenging me, but I hadn’t anything else to say. He was so damn positive; firm and commanding.
“Now,” he suddenly continued, “work is over and we are back in the room. And that means I can do as I please and you do as I please. Remember? Or do I need to demonstrate how disobedient little sluts are punished? In fact, get undressed and bend over that chair. Leave your stockings and heels on.”
“But why?”
“Do as I say, Brie. Now.”
I stripped as quickly as my tumbling fingers allowed, and, in my stockings and heels as Joe had ordered, I slowly walked over to the chair he had indicated. I didn’t know what to expect.
“Hands on the arm of the chair and bend over.”
“What are you…”
My question was cut short as Joe smacked me hard on my bare ass.
“I said, bend over. Now.”
I yelped from the sudden shock of the blow and the stinging pain. But, at the same time, I also felt a flood of desire rush straight to my quickly-dampening sex. I didn’t really like his domineering attitude. Or did I? As I was thinking, Joe smacked my other ass cheek with his hand, making me yelp again in surprise. Again, though, a wave of desire swept over me and I couldn’t hold back a low moan.
Behind me, Joe chuckled and I heard him lower the zipper of his pants. Then a finger rubbed along my slit. I was certainly wet and ready for him and I moved my legs restlessly, trying to get closer to him. Then I felt him pull the cord attached to my vibrating egg as he removed it from my pussy.
“Brie, stand still,” he commanded. “I want you to reach back, guide my cock to your cunt, but don’t put it inside. Leave it at the entrance and then place your hand back on the arm of the chair. Do it now.”
I reached behind me with my right hand and grasped Joe’s throbbing, hard shaft. His solid shaft felt warm within my fingers as I placed the tip against my wet slit. Reluctantly, I let go of his cock and replaced my hand on the chair as instructed.
“Very good, Brie,” Joe said and rubbed his cock up and down my groove, coating his bulging head with my juices. Then he grabbed my hips and pushed against my ass. His cock barely penetrated my slick heat but I moaned at the slight intrusion.
I wanted more but Joe withdrew, teasing us both and prolonging the moment. I started to protest but Joe smacked me on the ass and immediately thrust balls deep into me. I heard him groan in pleasure as my slick heat enveloped him. I gasped, too, both in surprise at another sting of pain on my ass and the simultaneous feeling of Joe fully buried in my pussy.
Joe allowed me only a brief time to adjust to his invasion before he set up a steady rhythm, plunging in-and-out as I clung onto the chair, panting.
“Brie, rub your clit,” he dictated, “but do not cum until I give you permission. Understand?”
Don’t cum? I was already on the edge. I used the fingers of my right hand to rub my clit and I gasped and panted faster as the familiar tingles of an oncoming orgasm started low in my belly. My pussy squeezed his cock.
“Do not cum until I say so,” he rasped.
He was asking the impossible and I virtually stopped rubbing my clit, just gently circling and teasing myself, trying to hold off my orgasm. But Joe increased his speed, pulling my hips back against him, plunging his mighty organ deeper and harder until I felt him expand and stiffen so deep in my tunnel.
“Now Brie,” he barked, “cum right fucking now!”
That was all I needed. Three firm rubs of my clit and my orgasm swept through me, stealing my breath away. When Joe thrust hard one last time, his cum spurted in a hot stream and my own orgasm intensified. I thought we would cum forever but it was really only a few minutes. As our breathing slowed and gradually returned to normal, Joe withdrew his softening shaft.
“That was so intense,” I gasped, shaking my head.
“Yes, Brie, it was.”
At that moment of immense sexual gratification, I suddenly thought that maybe I hadn’t responded properly for the way Joe had tidied up my things. He hadn’t been prying, just keeping the room tidy. So, I said, “Thank you for cleaning up my mess and caring for my clothing.”
But Joe surprised me. There was very little warmth in his voice when he replied, “Do not leave your things just lying about again. It would make me very unhappy to have this discussion with you again.”
I was a little startled but Joe carried on, “I will now tell you what is happening this evening. First, you will go over and open the packages that are on the bed. Then you will proceed to get ready and we will go out for dinner. You have one hour to get dressed and be ready. Before we leave, I have one more thing to give you. Go… open the packages.”
With a little trepidation, I approached the bed and reached for the first package. I did not recognize the name of the store but it held a beautiful black lacy demi-bra that could be worn with or without straps. There was also a matching black garter belt and sheer thigh-high stockings, also black. Finally, a pair of crotchless panties. What really is the point of these? I thought, and smiled.
But I turned to Joe and said, “These are beautiful, Joe. Thank you”
“Keep going.”
“Yes Sir.”
The next package was from a shoe store. I really hoped he’d got the right size. “Oh, Joe, these are really beautiful, thank you. They even look to be the right size. How did you… oh, you looked at my shoes when you unpacked. Smart thinking.”
“Now the last one, Brie.”
This was a dress bag from yet another expensive store. I opened it and took out a black and white dress. I held it against me. The body was white and strapless and the skirt of the dress was black with about a four-inch band of white at the hemline. It was covered in tiny sparkly things that would catch the light as I moved. It was also clinging and short, ending about mid-thigh.
“Joe… Sir, this is exquisite, thank you.”
“You are welcome. Go on now, shower, and get ready to go. I have arranged for a car to pick us up, so you have one hour to be ready. Here, take your egg, it can stay out during your shower, but it goes back in that tight wet cunt straight afterwards.”
“Yes Sir, I will get ready now. Thank you for the beautiful clothes.”
In the bathroom I placed the egg on the counter. After my shower, I dried off and left the bathroom but not before I placed the egg back inside my pussy. Oh, my, Joe cleaned up nice! He wore a nice suit and tie and I walked over to give him a hug and a kiss.
But he quickly stepped out of the way. “Brie, your hair is still wet. Dress and do your hair and makeup. You have about forty minutes. Is the egg in its proper place?”
“Yes, Joe, it is. I just came out to get my makeup and hair stuff. I will be ready on time. I promise.”
Returning to the bathroom, I said over my shoulder, “Oh, and you do look smart.”
I put my long mass of light reddish hair into an elegant chignon, making my neck look longer. It certainly would complement the lovely dress Joe had picked out.
I quickly tackled my makeup: a light dusting of powder to hide a few freckles across my nose and cheekbones. Since the new dress was mostly black, I wanted my makeup to complement and show off what I consider my best feature; my slightly tilted, exotic looking, almond-shaped hazel green eyes. Some blush on my cheeks and I was ready to put on my new lingerie.
What to start with? The strapless demi-bra? On the other hand, enjoy the sensuous slide of the silky black hose on my freshly shaved legs. Confine the girls? Feel the silk? Silk! Definitely the silk!
Placing a towel on the dainty bath stool, I sat and I carefully gathered up the first stocking. The delicate sheer silk felt like a slice of heaven as I slowly covered my foot, bringing it up over my calf and finally covering my thigh. The second one was equally as sensuous; a small bit of heaven on my legs. Now it was time for the crotchless panties and the garter. Time! Oh dear, I panicked; my hour is almost up!
I hurriedly attached the garter to the tops of the stockings. Then I put on the bra and fluffed up the girls a bit. Now for that beautiful, if short and snug, dress. Stepping into it appeared to be the best way to dress, thus avoiding messing my hair or makeup. Lined in silk, it easily pulled up into place.
If I hadn’t known better, I would have thought it had been made just for me. Joe had very good taste and obviously an eye for sizes. Oh, wait; considering he had gone through my clothes, he’d probably looked at my sizes.
I sighed, then inhaled deeply and decided; One, I will not get mad… two, nope, I will not get mad… three, okay, I will be mad at the invasion of privacy – but later. First, I’m going to enjoy the night.
That decided, I left the bathroom, intending to ask Joe to pull up the zipper on the dress, find some jewelry and put on my shoes.
“Brie, there you are… finally.”
He emphasized the last word but I chose to ignore it and asked, “Joe, Sir, could you please do up the zipper? I cannot quite reach it.
“Turn around,” he said, and smoothly secured the dress. “There, all zipped. However, before you go looking for a necklace, I have one more gift for you. So put on your shoes and then I will present it to you.”
Intrigued, I retrieved my new shoes. They were black with the stilettos heels white and they matched the dress to perfection. Whoa! Okay, walking presented a bit of a challenge. I had never worn heels this tall. Smiling, I carefully turned and walked back to Joe, who was holding a beautiful white leather box about the size of an eight-by-ten picture frame.
“Here’s your last gift,” he said and opened the hinged lid. Nestled inside was a beautiful choker-type collar. It was black with worked scrollwork in silver and, in the center, a large oval peridot, a beautiful pale green. Then, from a small V-shaped chain, hung a small tear-drop onyx stone.
“Joe, that is absolutely stunning,” I said. “It will go perfectly with my dress.”
“Brie, this is not just a necklace for tonight. I ordered this several weeks ago. Do you remember me asking for your neck measurement?”
“Yes?”
“This is why. It has significance. When I put this on you and you accept it, it means you agree that you are mine, that I own you. Do you understand?”
“Own me?”
“Yes. It means that I am your Master and you are my submissive.”
“Umm… okay. Isn’t that what we’ve been doing all along?”
“Yes, but this is a formal, recognizable admission to others in the ‘lifestyle’ of what you are to me. Therefore, I am formally asking you: Brie, do you accept me as your Master, agreeing to do all things told, without question? Trusting me to know what is best for you in all things – sexually and otherwise. By bowing your head and allowing me to put this collar on you, you are agreeing.”
Joe paused, fingering the collar and staring into my eyes. “If you agree, you now need to bow your head and I will place this around your neck and our private ceremony will be over. And you will belong to me.”
I hesitated, thinking and wondering just how far this would go. I mentally shrugged my shoulders and bowed my head, allowing Joe to place the necklace – I mean, collar – around my neck.
With my head bowed, he locked the clasp. Immediately, I started to feel trapped, my heart raced, sweat bubbled on my brow. I felt faint.
Joe obviously noticed my pallor and suggested I sit for a moment. He helped me to the bed, where I sat, hands twisting in my lap.
“Brie, control your breathing, be calm,” he said, towering above me. “What you’re feeling is normal. Giving up control is scary. You just need to relax.”
After my mini panic attack subsided, I excused myself and went into the bathroom to perform a quick repair job on my make-up. I also stood for a long moment, gazing at the necklace… collar… in the mirror. It was a lovely piece of jewelry, again proving that Joe had exquisite taste.
However, it brought home the reality that he ‘owned’ me, as if I really was his slave. I both hated and loved the artistic piece for what it was, and what it symbolized. Turning to open the door, I heard the phone ringing and assumed it was the car service, letting Joe know the car had arrived.
That was confirmed when I rejoined Joe. “Brie, that was the car service. They’re waiting for us.”
“Okay, I do believe that I’m ready. I just need my purse.”
“You are all right now? Histrionics over?”
“Yes, yes sir; I am fine now.”
“Brie, I have decided to test your ability to obey me without question.”
When I said nothing and kept my eyes downcast, Joe continued. “I met a young man this afternoon; he works here at the hotel. He is out front, opening doors, assisting with packages, that sort of thing. Anyway, this young man is eighteen and has never seen a cunt. When you get into the car, I want you to surreptitiously show him yours. Do you understand what I am saying?”
“Um… yes,” I murmured, my thoughts in a whirl. “You want me to flash my… umm… my cunt at him.”
“Yes. Give him a nice long look at it. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Joe led the way to the elevator, his hand on the small of my back. As the elevator door opened, I flinched and Joe grinned devilishly. “You didn’t think I’d forgotten the egg did you?”
When we left the elevator and headed for the door, I silently cursed Joe for turning on the bloody egg. Also, I had difficulty believing he wanted me to flash my pussy at some pimply-faced teenager.
Walking to the car, I slowly inched up the short dress to just below my ass cheeks. The driver held the door open and I hesitated before bending over, knowing what Joe and the kid, and anybody else that was looking, would see. My naked pussy was glistening with moisture because of the egg and, I must admit, the idea of flashing kind of turned me on too!
I ducked into the limo, sort of crawled forward slowly, allowing everyone to catch a glimpse. Finally, I turned, and sat on the leather seats and waited for Joe to join me. After talking with the kid, Joe climbed into the limo.
“Very good Brie, you did as instructed.”
“Thank you, Sir. May I ask where we’re going to dinner?”
“Since you did as told and asked so politely, I will tell you. We are very fortunate to have a reservation at a first-class restaurant renowned for its French cuisine. I do hope you appreciate French cuisine, Brie.”
“It sounds wonderful; thank you, Sir.”
“You could show your appreciation in a more physical way, don’t you think?”
“Well, yes, I could. Is there something specific you would like me to do?”
“I want you to put my cock in your sexy mouth, and see if you can make me cum before we get to the restaurant. I want you to cum, too. While you’re sucking me, the egg and your fingers will be busy with your cunt.”
Instantly, I was quite turned on by the thoughts of sucking Joe’s erection in the back of a car with a driver able to hear everything that was going on. “Yes sir,” I said eagerly. “May I start now?”
“Yes, you may.”
I moved off the seat and knelt between Joe’s legs. I unbuckled his belt, then unbuttoned and unzipped his slacks.
“Oh, by the way, you must make sure no evidence shows on my clothing.”
“Yes Sir – I mean, no Sir. They’ll be no marks.”
Joe’s cock was semi-erect as I wrapped my hand around it. Looking up into his face, I sank my mouth over the head, licked around and then slowly lowered down all the way to the base of his shaft, relaxing my throat so that I could take him all in.
I sucked as I moved back up and I also fondled and tickled his sac, eliciting a soft groan from him. I looked up again at Joe as I flicked my tongue just under the crown.
“Brie, don’t forget yourself.”
With that reminder, Joe turned on the egg. The setting was on the long pulsing sensation that I enjoyed most and I began to play with myself. I lightly stroked my clit while continuing to suck Joe’s cock, long and slow. The egg and my fingers felt delicious, almost too good. I felt I would cum very soon. I hoped Joe would cum with me.
Tightening the grip of my hand and sucking strongly, I increased the pace, up and down, on his cock. I hummed every time I swallowed his shaft all the way into my throat, and the vibrations had him moaning. He thrust up his hips to meet my downward strokes of mouth and hand. His body tensed, his sac tightened and his breathing got shallow. I was very close to orgasm as well with my fingers circling and rubbing my clit and the egg pulsing deep inside. I felt the tingles that heralded the cumming explosion.
Joe’s hands brushed the top of my hair, as if he was preparing to hold me in place when he came. But he must have remembered that he could not mess up my hair.
“Brie, I am going to cum. You need to swallow it all.”
“Yes Sir,” I mumbled, his cock head still in my mouth. “I’m going to cum, too.”
“Brie,” he said urgently, “now!”
I lowered my mouth again, all the way to the base of Joe’s shaft, and felt him swell and start pumping in my throat. I swallowed quickly to take all of his cum without a drop seeping between my lips. I also gave one last firm circle of my clit and sparked my own orgasm.
As Joe subsided, I withdrew my mouth slowly up his shaft, catching the last spurts of cum on my tongue and savoring the taste. Again looking up at Joe’s face, after one last lick of his delightful plump cock head, I said with a grin, “Thank you, Sir… for dessert before dinner.” I licked my lips.
“You’re quite welcome. I’m sure the driver enjoyed your performance as well. Did you cum, Brie?”
“Yes, Sir, I did.”
Joe rearranged his clothing while I remained kneeling in a submissive position on the floor of the limo, head bowed and hands on my knees.
“Brie, pull up your dress and sit up here. I would not want you walking around with those delectable juices running down your thighs.”
After positioning me where he wanted, where the driver could get a glimpse of my cunt in the rearview mirror, Joe turned off the egg and leaned down to lick the sweet nectar from my thighs and pussy. He paid close attention to my puffy lips and clit and I was soon writhing and lifting my hips, trying to add pressure and enjoy another orgasm.
“Later Brie, I promise,” Joe said after giving my clit a final lick. It was so frustrating, but he straightened my dress and sat up. I glanced towards the front of the car to see where we were and, in the rearview mirror, I caught a look from the driver. His smile told me he’d enjoyed the show.
The driver cleared his throat. “Sir, we should arrive at the restaurant in about five minutes.”
I needed to check my appearance. I took a compact and a tube of lip-gloss from my purse. My hair was okay but I freshened up my lips – and finished just in time as the limo came to a halt.
The driver came around and opened a door. Joe got out and then reached back to help me exit the limo. Joe offered a tip to the driver but he smiled and said, “That’s okay, man, I enjoyed the show. That was tip enough.”
With a wink at me, he closed the rear door, went back around the vehicle and got into the driver’s seat and pulled away.
“Well Brie, shall we go in? Are you hungry?”
I smiled, fingered the jeweled collar at my throat, and put my other hand into the crook of his arm.
“Yes,” I said, smiling, “I actually am quite hungry.”
