Laura’s been chatting with that stranger on Lush. The only thing she knows about him is that he lives near Brussels, he’s married, and he pretends to be a dominant. Online he really can get in her head, and she remembers well that time she went to the office without panties. It felt so naughty, so daring, even though she knew that nobody would notice, not even on the train to work. The chat that evening was so hot. Even after the chat, she still had that smile on her face. During dinner the kids wondered why she seemed so happy, but she told them she had no idea.
Over the last couple of months she’s had quite a number of chats and some RPs, but that’s always just pretending, even though the masturbation afterwards felt so good.
This morning she took the train to Brussels for that conference. During the ride she’s been thinking about him, Francis. On purpose, she had not told him that she’d be 4 days in Brussels. She feared that he might claim her free time. Online fun is nice, but that virtual world should remain far away from reality.
She checked in at the hotel and got a very nice room in the center of Brussels, close to the Grand Place. The conference would be in the Square convention center, just a couple of hundred meters away from the hotel. After checking in, she decides to have a light lunch on a terrace on the Grand Place. She enjoys the view and the food, but it feels a bit lonely. She sends her husband some messages, but he’s at work and does not send anything back.
Then a smile starts to appear. She makes a picture of her bare leg in her heel, half under the table, and posts it in the chat in Lush with Francis with the following text: “30 more minutes enjoying the sun in Brussels on the Grand Place.” She closes the Lush site on her phone and browses some articles in the newspaper. She orders a coffee and enjoys the sun on her bare arms. Occasionally she glances at her watch.
Francis is at work, and during the lunch break, he scrolls through the Lush site. He notices a message in chat from Laura. When opening it, his eyes almost pop out. That’s the first picture Laura shares of herself since they started chatting. Then he sees the text. He leaves everything at his desk and takes the train and arrives 10 mins later at the Grand Place. He quickly checks the picture again and can see the background and finds the area where Laura must have been and maybe still is.
He walks in that direction and sees a beautiful 40-year-old classy lady, sipping some coffee and scrolling some screens on her phone. He walks to her table and pulls the chair and sits down. “Laura?” She looks up, and the first time, their eyes meet. Laura shivers and nods.
Francis stands up and kisses her on the lips. “I’m glad we finally meet. Why didn’t you…”
Laura looks away, and a tear starts rolling down her cheek. She whispers, “This is a fantasy space for me. I will not be meeting anyone IRL and will not go on other chat platforms, so please do not ask. I love Lush because it is purely a fantasy. It is safe, not endangering my marriage. I did not tell you I’d come. I never expected you to be here in less than 30 minutes.”
Francis stands up. “I don’t want to force you to do things you don’t want.”
Laura looks up. “Please sit down. Let’s have a drink. There’s nothing wrong with having a drink together.”
He waves to the bartender and orders a glass of white wine for her and a beer, not giving her the possibility to choose for herself.
He sits down again, and they start some casual chat about work, the weather, Brussels…
They sip their drinks.
She starts to feel at ease. This doesn’t feel so wrong. After all, it’s just a nice casual chat with a stranger she’s known for months.
He leans forward, and his hand goes under the table. He keeps looking at her while his hand touches her knee and moves down, along her shin, moving to her calf. He raises her leg; his hand moves further down. He slips her heel off and lets it fall. He moves her bare toes along his shin.
He looks her in the eyes sternly. “You’re mine, Laura. You’re my sub. I crave to take control over you and let you experience everything we fantasized about for real. If you don’t feel ok with that, if you need everything to be purely a fantasy, pull your foot back and slide your heel on. I’ll stand up and won’t look back. I’ll delete the picture, and it’ll be an online fantasy forever.”
He keeps looking her in the eyes, holding her leg loosely, wondering what will happen. He feels her leg tense. She looks at him. He feels her toes wiggle along his leg. Her eyes focused on his. After what seems like an eternity, he feels she’s moving her foot up. He releases her foot. For a brief moment, it slides down, and then she moves her foot up again, sliding her toes along the inside of his thigh to his crotch.
“You think you’re the only one who can do some teasing?” she chuckles.
He smiles back. “I know you’re a tease. You’re ‘my’ tease. Are you sure?”
She grins and nods.
He feels her toes on his crotch, and it has quite an effect on him. His pants seem way too small.
“Say it, Laura. Say what you want to be. Know that it won’t be some online fun, but for real.” He looks at her with a stern look.
“Sir, may I be your sub?”
“Good girl. Your stop word will be pineapple. As soon as you want me to pause for a moment or you want to stop the play, you’ll use it. Understood? Say it aloud.”
She repeats, “My stop word is pineapple.”
“Take off your other shoe as well. We’ll walk to your hotel. I want people to wonder why you’re walking barefoot and holding your heels.”
He stands up, and as a gentleman, he pulls her chair back and helps her stand up.
It feels weird to stand barefoot on the cobblestones. She looks around nervously as she makes the first steps, holding her shoes in one hand and putting her other hand in his. She smiles at him.
“You look fantastic, my sub, my little one.”
Laura looks up and smiles, “Oranges, bananas, apples, kiwis….” They both start laughing as they move on. He releases her hand and puts his hand on her lower back and pulls her close. Then he slides it further down on her ass, playfully squeezing it, feeling the elastic of her panties.
Running his fingers along the waistband of her panties, he smiles, “You won’t need these in the coming days.”
She looks up. “What?”
“You know what I mean, my girl.”
Quickly they reach her hotel.
The doorman opens the door. “Sore feet, ma’am? Those cobblestones are terrible for heels.”
He laughs. “Well, I think this girl just preferred to walk barefoot and feel the real Brussels atmosphere, right?” He looks at her.
She blushes, and as soon as they are out of earshot, “Bastard! Why did you have to say that?”
He slaps her ass as they cross the lobby to the elevators. “You know you’ll be punished for saying such a thing?” Her smile disappears.
Inside the elevator, he kisses her and feels her return the kiss. It starts a bit shy, but as they reach her floor, it’s very passionate.
“How far to your room?” She points to her room, just 5 doors away, and wants to walk towards it. He stops her. “Give me the key.” She looks shocked but does as he demands.
“A good sub crawls for her master.”
She looks at him. “Not here, sir?”
He doesn’t say anything, and after some seconds, she gets on her knees and starts to crawl, holding her heels in her hand. When she reaches the door, he lets her in and closes the door.
Laura looks around the hotel room, still kneeling. Her suitcases are standing neatly in the corner. The room is still exactly as she had left it earlier, though it feels so different.
“Leave those heels here and continue crawling to the windows in front of you, my sub.”
Silently, on her knees, she crawls to the window.
“Stand up, my girl, and open the curtains completely.”
Opening the curtains, she looks out on the view below. Her heart pounding, anxious, nervous, and excited. Thinking, “Surely he won’t?”
“You like the view, little one? You think that people outside like what they see?” He chuckles and pulls the chair that’s at the desk and sits down in the middle of the room, where he has a good view of her. He notices her looking at the people passing below.
She stands there, nervously, wondering what’s next. Nobody seems to be looking at the window, but she worries that might be about to change. Her hands nervously touched the hem of her shirt. “The view is very nice, Sir.”
“I’m sure it’s not half as nice as the view I have,” he chuckles. “I said that there’s no need for panties. Why don’t you slide them off and bring them to me? I’m sure you remember the way a sub shall move when she’s with her Master.”
She lifts up her skirt, pulls down her panties, and crawls over to him. Ashamed of how damp they are, she passes her panties to him.
He extends his hand to accept them. “It seems someone likes what’s going on, besides me.”
Laura blushes and looks away. It feels so shocking that she—a well-educated, powerful woman—accepts that an almost stranger treats her like this and that she loves it. Her body shows so clearly that she craves this.
“You can crawl back to the window, stand up, and put your face against the glass.” He leans back, his body also showing that he loves this. He discreetly adjusts his pants while he watches her crawl back.
She stands up and faces the window, her hands on the glass, her face as well. Looking out and glad they’re not on the ground floor or 1st floor.
“Turn around, my girl, and unbutton that shirt and take it off. You can drop it on the floor.”
Nervously, her fingers fumble with the buttons of her shirt. It’s a real struggle to loosen them. It feels like she’s never done this before, this simple thing she does almost every day a couple of times. Finally, it’s fully unbuttoned, and she slides it off. Her eyes looking at her bare feet, too shy to look at him.
He slides down a bit further on his chair, giving his cock some extra space in his pants. “You look fantastic, little one. I’d love to see those gorgeous tits. Take off your bra.”
She briefly looks up and then looks away again. It’s a real struggle to unhook her bra, and finally she succeeds and slides it off. Since her marriage, she hasn’t shown her breasts to a man in this kind of situation. This is not the same as going with her husband to the sauna where there are also some strangers. There, your nipples don’t stand out like bullets. She feels some moistness dribble down her thigh. It’s even more shameful. She hopes he won’t notice and that they’ll quickly move to the bed.
He stands up, a big smile on his face. “I hoped you’d look fantastic, but what I see is even better than my fantasy.” He walks closer. Standing right in front of her, he lifts her chin with 2 fingers and kisses her. Their lips burning. His tongue sliding between her lips, and she reacts eagerly. Their tongues start dancing. His fingers teasingly run over her breasts, her nipples, pinching them lightly. She’s moaning in his mouth. He steps back, right when it starts to be so hot.
“Turn around, sub. Put your body against the glass, your hands above you, your face against the glass, those hard nipples against the glass.”
She reacts immediately. She sees people passing by, but luckily nobody looks up. The idea that someone might see excites her, though. She feels some more moistness start to leak.
He unhooks her skirt and slides the zipper down, and with a light pull, it slides over her hips and pools around her feet.
“Step out, my girl, and then push also that pussy against the cold glass.”
She does as she’s told, and he takes the skirt and puts it away with the shirt and bra. He runs his fingers between her legs and feels her moistness and smiles. He tastes her juices when sucking his fingers.
Then he undoes his belt and pulls it from his pants. When she hears that sound, she turns around. “What? What?” she murmurs.
“Who told you to turn around, my girl?” She quickly turns back.
“You remember what you said earlier? I can’t not punish you. You’ll get ten whips with the belt. You’ll count after each whip. No other sound. At the end you’ll turn around, get on your knees, and thank me.”
He gently massages her lovely ass cheeks and then raises his hand, holding the two ends of his belt and landing it across her ass cheeks.
“OUUUUCH,” she screams.
He laughs wickedly. “That’s one more…”
She clenches her teeth, but remains silent.
Another one, on her left ass cheek. She takes a deep breath. “One”
3 more, and each time she just counts.
She bites her lower lip, wondering if this is what she really wants. It feels so humiliating to be punished for saying a stupid word. Her body tells her that she loves this. Her nipples— even harder than earlier— are almost getting sore, her pussy soaked. The dribbling evolved to an almost continuous stream. The pain in her ass feels so unique, a feeling she never had before, the type of pain she hates and loves. That sting is so painful, and the seconds after are delicious.
Then he lands the 5th stroke. This sting is killing her, tears welling up. She almost forgets, but then yells, “Five.”
It continues. Her breathing so fast, her heart racing, and her ass burning. This feels really like being alive. It is so different from the last months at work or home. Life was just a routine, though she loves her husband and the kids and loves taking care of them, but she did not feel this type of sensation. On the other hand, this pain is terrible. Tears running freely.
He notices the tears but doesn’t react. His hand ran over her burning hot, nicely welted ass cheeks. “My girl, you’ve been fantastic. Just 2 more and we’ll reach eleven, the standard 10 and the extra one.”
He steps back and hits this time just below her ass cheeks, across her thighs. She jumps, bites her lip, tastes some blood, and finally, “TEN.”
He watches her, her tears still running over her cheeks, her pussy still leaking. She starts to relax after some seconds, and right then the 11th stroke lands over her ass cheeks.
“ELEVEN!!! Thank you, sir, for correcting me.”
She lowers herself in seconds, gets on her knees, and turns around. Her eyes open wide. His hard cock just centimeters from her face. She looks up, hoping.
He nods, ”Yes, my girl, you may suck and make me cum in your eager mouth.”
A smile opening widely…
