I sent her the text around noon:
“Ambassador Hotel, Downtown. 7pm sharp! Go to the front desk and tell them you have a reservation under ‘Pandora’.”
I instructed the front desk staff to give her a room number and key, and to phone me when she was on the way up.
They called at 7:01.
One point for punctuality.
About three minutes later, I heard the door in the adjoining room open. “I sat back and watched her on the camera I had sat on the nightstand. She never noticed it. She just smiled and stepped closer to the bed, and her gift.
It was a large black box with a high gloss finish tied with thin red lines of silk crisscrossing it, binding it tightly. She sat her small clutch on the nightstand, pulled free the small white envelope from the crimson silk web, opened it, and read the first of many instructions.
“Clean. Dress. Wait to be summoned.”
She took off a small waist length coat, tossed it onto the bed, stepped out of flip-flop sandals, and moved out of the view of the camera. I could hear the shower come to life through the thin walls. That was actually one of the reasons I chose this venue.
I have Auralism; one of my kinks is sounds. What can I say? They turn me on. It can be a voice, or a song, and there’s something about windchimes… and sex obviously. The sound of a woman’s ecstasy just flat does it for me. Especially if I’m the one causing her to make that sound. Earlier, as I set-up, I could hear a couple next door going at it.
To be honest… It was disappointing.
Not having her on the screen made me anxious. I loved looking at her. Watching her move. There’s something about the bounce in her step she sometimes gets when she’s really happy and doesn’t think anyone is watching.
Kid in a candy store.
She came back into view, her shorts and tank now in her hands. She folded them up and put them next to her jacket, then fish a hair tie from her clutch, and move out of frame in just a thong.
I double checked everything while she showered.
Toys: sterilized, organized, and charged.
Restraints: ready.
Candles: lit.
She was out of the shower when I returned to my chair and the monitor, carefully unwrapping the box.
The bra and panties matched; both an elegant blend of dark blue satin and lace. The set was designed to leave her supported yet exposed; thin lines a material tracing the contours of her bosom and the outline of her pelvic area, becoming a g-string up the back.
The thigh highs matched the set, and had elastic bands that hugged her legs just below the crease of her ass. The heels were strappy little numbers, black, with four inch heels and tied around the ankles.
I watched her dress, then move back out of frame and return with her hair down and make-up done a few minutes later.
She moved the box to one side of the bed, laid down, closed her eyes… and waited.
This was one of my favorite parts of our sessions.
I loved to just watch her, her eyes closed, her chest slowly rising and falling as she took long, slow, steady breaths, just as she had been instructed.
I asked her once “What is it you see during your meditation?”
“How best to please you.” she answered.
I allowed her ten minutes of quiet reflection before I picked up the small brass bell from the night stand.
“Ring. Ring.”
Her eyes opened, she stood, came to the door and entered my lair.
I watched a Goddess walk slowly towards me, stopping a few feet away, hands behind her back.
“How may I please you, Sir?”
That question on her lips always excited me. My penis rebelled against my slacks. I had to shift my position to accommodate the swell.
“A drink, please.”
She looked around the room. I could see the excitement in her eyes as she found one station after another in the dim candlelight. She finally found the decanter and glass on the dresser. She made me a drink; finding ice in the bucket, adding a few cubes, filling the small glass a third of the way with the brown hued liquid, and brought it to me.
“How do you like your gift?” I asked, accepting the glass and taking a sip. She stepped back into position.
“It’s beautiful, Sir.”
I took another sip. “How does it make you feel?”
She looked at herself in the standing mirror beside me. She inclined her head and I watched her look at herself. “Exotic. Sexy. Powerful.”
That made me smile. “Display.”
Her hands moved to her neck and slowly slid down her frame, tracing her breasts, holding and lifting them, squeezing them together, her eyes on me the entire time. She gave her nipples a pinch and twist and left them swollen and pronounced.
She touched down her stomach and spread her legs just enough to run a small hand between her thighs. Even from here I could tell she had shaven in the shower, her skin smooth as she traced her labia and caressed her inner thighs before slowly turning. She bent at the waist like a good girl, giving me the full view of her delicious tanned ass. Her legs spread further still and she looked at me while she pulled her cheeks apart and slid a finger inside herself. It came away glistening in the candlelight.
She stood straight, swaying her hips as she turned back to face me again, sucking her wet finger into her mouth and pulling it slowly free.
My dick throbbed. I took another sip. “Submit.”
She knelt down to her knees and rested her hands, palms up, on her thighs. I sat down the glass and grabbed the restraints.
“Why do we restrain your wrists?” I asked as I fastened the cuff on her right arm.
“So I can be free.”
“Stand.” I told her after both cuffs were in place. She obeyed. “Why do we restrain your ankles?” I asked, kneeling behind her and fastening the cuff into place.
“So I can be free.”
I stood, moved to the nightstand and back to her. “Why do you wear this collar?” I asked, securing it around her neck.
“Because I am yours.”
“Open.” Her lips parted and I placed the leash between them. “Hold.” She bit down gently.
The blindfold was last. “Why do we cover your eyes?” I took the leash from her mouth.
“So I may see what my body is capable of.”
I stood there for a moment, marveling at the sight of beauty and ecstasy and lust standing before me. “Well done. Shall we negotiate?”
“Yes, Sir.”
I moved closer and caressed her face. “What is it you desire?”
She inclined her head into my touch. “I desire for Sir to control me and use me for his ultimate pleasure and fulfillment. My body belongs to Sir. My mind belongs to Sir. My heart belongs to Sir. My soul belongs to Sir. I am his. Now and always.”
I moved closer still, kissing her forehead and whispering into her ear. “So ends negotiations.”
I gave the leash a yank and led her to the first station.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/vnq0mq/the_freedom_of_desire_part_one