***The Inspection: Part 1***
*She stood huddled under the ridiculously flimsy umbrella, gazing across the street at the hotel. An ordinary-looking hotel on an unprepossessing street, in an unremarkable quarter of one of France’s dingiest cities, and she couldn’t even summon up the courage to go in.*
*Running over the pedestrian crossing, the hotels’ glass doors sliding back and forwards with a soft whoosh as she dashed in, she shook off the rain and battled to close the stupid umbrella. Approaching the desk timidly, half wondering if somehow, there would be no reservation at all and she could perhaps just turn around and leave with no fuss, no drama, no test of bravado. But, there was. And a keycard. And a pleasantly-bored receptionist who motioned towards the lifts with her head whilst taking a copy of the ID.*
*Crossing the foyer, she walked towards the lifts and waited, running over phrases, expressions, things she wanted to say to him, in her mind. The lift was one of those with a giant mirror covering the back wall and she had to work hard to resist the temptation to primp and fuss with her appearance. A quick slick of lipstick sufficed. Her face looked pale and her skin was still slightly damp from the rain. Uncontrollable hair and a long, black woollen coat completed the look.*
*Stepping out of the lift, she padded softly on deep carpet down the hall, looking for room number 206. Shaking slightly as she inserted the keycard in the lock, she held her breath as she opened the door. All was well – the room clean, well-furnished and empty. She took off her coat and hung it neatly on the back of the door, then walked to the bathroom.*
“What if I’ve got something wrong?” *the overwhelming question repeating in her brain.* “What if he doesn’t find me pleasing? What if, what if, what if… Oh god!” *and the eternal* “Have I forgotten anything?”*.*
*She looked in the mirror, trying to assess herself with his critical eye. She’d worn exactly what he’d asked for and had taken great care with her preparation but even so…. She felt a tug of dismay at the thought of disappointing him. Disappointing herself. The urge to flee was making her heart race, her palms were clammy, knees trembling.* “Pull yourself together!” *she said to her reflection, and then in an effort to control her inner submissive,* “He’s just a man”*. Her reflection smirked back.* “Oh really, you think so? You know he isn’t. Not for you”*. Her reflection leaned in closer.* “He’s climbed inside your head and you know it. You’re soaking wet and he isn’t even here yet. Just a man? Tell that to your pussy”*.*
*She glanced at her ‘phone and was shocked to see the time, how long had she been staring in the mirror? She had 5 minutes. Lipstick, check. Teeth, cleaned. Hair, lost cause. Seamed hold-ups, straight. Blindfold, ready. She ran back into the bedroom, panicking slightly as she heard movement outside, slipping on the blindfold whilst positioning her feet in their elegant Italian leather heels as he had instructed; holding the pose she knew pleased him, heart banging in her chest.*
*She heard the door open and sucked in her breath softly, willing her body to remain still. She heard it shut, and then there was a long pause. She couldn’t see him, she couldn’t hear him. She must be absolutely still. The silence was deafening and seemed to stretch on forever. She heard him moving closer, his footfall as he walked towards her and stopped. She started to raise her head slightly….*
*“Don’t move”.*
***
He shrugged off his coat and straightened his tie as he walked down the corridor and paused outside room number 206. The anticipation was making his skin crawl, little rivers of electricity running along his spine. He slipped his hand into his pocket and drew out a pair of tiny silk knickers, furtively glancing over his shoulder before raising them to his face and inhaling. They’d stayed with him daily since the last time. Her natural perfume, the smell of her body had long departed but just the feel of the cool silk against his cheek made him hard. He cleared his mind of distractions and focused on her – her body, her needs, that mouth, those begging eyes… *“Get a grip!”* he whispered to himself, *“Calm. Calm. She needs it”.* He put the keycard in the lock, looked at the floor and pushed open the door. Stepping inside, he felt the atmosphere shift around him as he gazed at the carpet and softly shut the door behind him. He turned, and only then raised his head to look at her. She was positioned almost perfectly. His eyes were drawn immediately to her shoes, oh! just that left foot ever-so-slightly out of place.
He dropped his coat, placed his hands behind his back and stood still, allowing his gaze to leisurely run the length of her form, drinking in the image she was presenting. The costume was deceptive. Its simplicity was key. Expensively simple black leather heels. The seamed, lace hold-ups accurately centered. A perfectly cut, thigh-grazing black cotton dress with short sleeves and white cuffs at her elbows. The merest hint of lace peeking out from underneath. A tiny, crisp white apron tied at the waist, beautifully starched. Matte, red lipstick. *That mouth. I want to push my thumb across that mouth and smear the red. I want to make her all messy. I’m going to put my fingers in that mouth and make her suck them. I’m going to put my…* Focus. It was true, her unruly hair had displaced its decorative cap but he knew the hair issue was a battle long lost. Only that, and the misplaced foot. Attention to detail had been paid. The look was classic and perfectly judged.
He walked towards her and grinned when he saw her tense. He stopped in front of her and waited. He knew she would move. He studied her, appreciating the whispery white lace piping offering her breasts, feeling a primal desire rise within him, *I want to bite them, I want to sink my teeth into each one and mark it, I want to squeeze them, hard, I want to take my cock* *and roll it over*…. Her head moved slightly.
*“Don’t move”.*
He stretched out a hand and touched her dress. Rubbing the rich, lush fabric with his fingers. He walked behind her, lifted her skirt and smiled. He leaned forward and placed his mouth next to her right ear. *“Good girl”*. She shuddered, just a tiny bit, but he saw it. He moved to her left ear. *“You’re doing very well”*. She felt his breath on her face and inclined her head towards him. He saw her knuckles clench around the whip she was offering. He reached across her and plucked the whip from her hands. *I’m going to hurt you. Just a little bit*. Her nostrils flared. He patted her head.
*“Are you ready to be inspected?”*
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