It all started in the elevator. No. Not right. The car. Well, maybe before that even. When I called Evan into my office (yes, I am my dominant’s boss), and told him that all of our customers had been served and I was now free for the next two days, he got that look in his eye. THAT was when it started!
He nodded, asked if I would like to come to lunch with him, and held my coat for me. I locked up the office and off we went. As soon as he had seated me in the car, he said that word. SUBMIT. Now I could have declined, but where’s the fun in that? I instead opened my purse, took out my collar, and snapped it in place. This is not a delicate little day collar. This is a full on leather Submissive Collar.
He then said BARE. I scooted a bit, removed my panties, rolled down the window, and tossed them out. I’ve lost more good pairs of panties that way, but when he says BARE, he means it. There will be no chance of my wearing panties again until he gives me permission to put on a new pair.
We arrived at the hotel/restaurant (the restaurant is on the top floor) and walked into the elevator. Before the doors had closed, he had his arms around me, my skirt up over my hips, and kissed me into a fuzzy little sub. When the elevator door opened, another young couple came in, but he did not lower my skirt. They gawked a bit, giggled, and offered us encouragement. Only when we were exiting the elevator did Evan allow my skirt to fall into place.
The waitress seated us and stared at my collar – which happens often. She cast a knowing glance and Evan and asked what he would like to order. She didn’t look at me again even when Evan ordered me the grilled salmon plate with a Manhattan. He also ordered a full bottle of wine. I only drink when I’m with him and he chooses what and how much I drink.
When the Manhattan came, he said INSERT.
Blushing, I inserted the cherry into my pussy – just pushed it beneath my skirt and in it went. I kept my eyes on him, too embarrassed to see if anyone else had noticed. He nodded approval, smiled, and any embarrassment was forgotten. We finished our meal – and the wine. Evan paid, I wiggled, very aware of the sticky cherry in my tunnel. He ordered another bottle of wine to be sent to our room, and I looked at him in surprise. Apparently, we were staying at the hotel for longer than just lunch.
We stepped into the room and I immediately undressed. I know his Hotel Rules. He then had me sit on a wooden end table. He dropped his trousers, pulled me to him, keeping a nice hold of my collar, and fucked my mouth. Finally!! God I love the suddenness, some would argue brutality, of having my mouth fucked. There is nothing gentle here. Gentleness will come later. Now, now it is all demanding, primal, animal lust.
I wonder if we will be in this room for the next two days, but I can’t ask. First, my mouth is full in the most pleasant of ways. Second, it’s not my place to ask. I don’t really want to know. I just want to be and to do and to serve and to love. Quickly, the first time he comes is always quick, he spills his seed down my throat. I gag, loosen my throat, and swallow. I lick him clean – his cock, his balls, every bit of skin I can reach. Then, I slip to the floor and kneel, sitting back on my heels, panting, and look up at him. I can’t keep from smiling. He smiles back.
“Georgia, you are incredible. Can’t believe I was lucky enough to get you to agree to be my submissive, love. Tell me, are you ready for a hedonist few days?”
“You know I am.”
After his first lust had been satisfied, Evan had me sit on a chair, spread my legs wide, and returned my attentions. He licked, nipped my clit, plunged his tongue deep inside of me, moving the cherry that was still inside of me until I was screaming my release just as quickly and violently as he had. Luckily, Evan enjoys my orgasms, so he never limits them. Finally, I was begging him for mercy. Only then did he suck the cherry out of my pussy, sat back on his heels, and grinned at me while he munched away, a happy, satisfied smile on his face.
“Now, your pussy is empty, though,” he said. I sat up straighter.
Evan likes to have “theme” weekends. Once, he ignored my entire body—except for my boobs. The entire weekend he spent tweaking, fucking, coming on, massaging, sucking, and licking them. I looked at him, silent. He reached into his jacket pocket, still clothed from the waist up, and pulled out two medium-sized ben wah balls. I groaned and fell back against the back of the chair. Laughing, he pushed them deep into my very wet pussy.
“Until we return to the office, Georgia, something will be in your pussy. My cock. Maybe someone else’s cock. more cherries, an ice cube, these, or anything else I decide to put in there. Constantly. Understand?”
“Yes” I murmured. Torture. Sheer, erotic, wonderful, awful, torture.
“Oh, and if anything I put in there falls out or comes out without permission, you’ll pay.”
I closed my eyes. He was serious. Two full days of being – well – full.
I opened my eyes and said, “Of course, sir.”
“Good. Undress me.”
I did so, carefully hanging up his clothing so they wouldn’t wrinkle. Every movement I made caused those delightfully evil little balls inside me to wiggle and jiggle. My thighs glistened with wetness. Soon enough I was on the bed, belly down. Evan, using his fingers, gathered my own lubrication and spread it from one opening to another, working his fingers into my anus, stretching me. I came twice.
Then, his cock, hard again, was pressing against me. He entered, slowly, allowing my body time to adjust, until he was balls deep. Then he began to fuck me. Purposefully. He’d already came once, so he was no hurry now. With each stroke I felt both his cock in my ass and the balls in my pussy.
“Evan! Oh God!” I cried out.
He nipped my neck and whispered, “You like your pussy full, don’t you.”
I moaned. And Came. Again. Evan laughed and fucked me faster. Harder. Minutes passed – or hours – and he kept fucking me. My back hole would be tender, but I didn’t care. I wanted this. I needed this. He buried himself in me as deeply as he could go, then he let go, filling me with his cum. I trembled, called his name, and exploded into a thousand pieces.
After, he rolled to his side and held me. I must have slept for a while because when I opened my eyes again, the room was illuminated only by the moonlight streaming through the window. Evan was sitting in a chair, fully dressed, watching me. I smiled at him and he stood, held out his hand, and told me to put my dress and shoes on, we were going down to the bar. When I sat up I felt something slide inside of me. Then, when I stood, I felt it roll. My eyes widened and Evan’s narrowed. He glanced down at the bed and, sure enough, there lay the golden balls.
“Well, looks like before you put that dress on, I need to take care of something.”
He’d been clear about the Weekend Theme. I was to have something in my pussy 24/7. If HE put it in, only HE could take it out. Even if it came out accidentally, I would pay the consequence. This is one of the many reasons I LOVE being Evan’s submissive. He knows how much I love being “punished” and he is more happy to accommodate me by setting up expectations that are difficult for me to achieve. I absolutely love this.
I humbly spread my legs as he pressed not two, but three balls, all attached by a silicone string inside of me. These ball were far larger than the original ones. I moaned, knowing they were be uncomfortable, but didn’t offer a word of complaint.
“Bend over the bed,” he ordered.
When the first lash of his belt came, I was caught off guard and broke position. Quickly, I got myself under control, but that lash wouldn’t count. He began again. I danced from foot to foot and came twice, but managed to keep my hands on the bed for the full ten strokes.
My ass was on fire as Even takes punishment seriously, but he rubbed my bottom and told me he’s proud of how well I behaved. Then, he tells me to put on my dress and shoes. I do so, barely able to walk. Yes, my ass is on fire, but I’m so fucking excited I can hardly stand it!
Somehow, I managed to follow him to the bar. He sat me on a stool, smiling when I winced. He orders himself a drink, but not me. Soon, he’s deep in conversation with the guy sitting next to him and I’m left to wiggle and try not to come in public!
After about an hour of pure torture, Evan takes me by the elbow and helps me stand. My knees almost buckled because the balls shifted and I began to tremble. Wetness is again running down my thighs. Not only Evan, but the other man stands. They continue to talk as we all get into the elevator and go back to our room.
I don’t know the other man, but Evan does. I get the idea that this has all been pre-arranged. Once we get into the room, I look at Evan and his eyes narrow. I undress. Just because he has a guest does not excuse me from his basic Hotel Rule! I will be nude while in the room – at all times. Evan then tells me to pull out a chair.
He bends me over it and, using his tie and belt, binds me in place. The other man stands in front of me and unzips his trousers. I open my mouth. No, I don’t question Evan, who is finally pulling out the balls!! I explode! My lips wrapped around a stranger’s cock, Evan stands behind me and fills my pussy with his own. Finally! His cock in my pussy!!!
I would do absolutely fucking anything for this feeling!!! He fucks, I suck. Eventually, the man pulls out of my mouth and shoots his load all over my face. I hate this, but love it at the same time. The heat of the cream makes me cringe, but it feels so good, combined with Evan’s cock inside of me, that I come and come and come. I feel Evan grip my hips tightly then he comes as well, filling my pussy with his cum.
He unties me and carries me to the bed. I lie there, happy. Then, he puts the smaller balls back inside of me. He kisses me as tells me he’s proud of me. He tells me to rest while he and Jim (the other man) enjoy a glass of wine. I snuggle beneath the covers, my pussy wet and full, my bottom still tingly, knowing I’ve had Evan’s cum in every hole I have.
Really, life just doesn’t get any better.
