She sits in the chair in the corner of the hotel room and watches him walk in confidently, shoulders back, strutting, sure that he knows what’s in store for him: an afternoon of dominance and making love, but she has other plans.
Ever the submissive, she wants to try something new. He taught her to be open-minded for him, to try new toys, roles, and positions, and now she want to see if he is willing to do the same for her.
Legs crossed, the first hint of her intentions is when he puts his bag down and turns to her and she says, “That’s far enough. Don’t come any closer.” as she taps the end of the riding crop -HIS riding crop that he’s used on her skin countless times – against the heel of her stilettos. Intrigued, he stops mid-stride and takes a closer look from across the room. She’s wearing his favorite piece of lingerie – a forest green mesh and lace bra & thong set that he got her for his birthday. He bought it for the way he knew she’d look wearing his favorite color – like a present that he couldn’t wait to unwrap. It perfectly highlights her creamy skin and her hazel eyes, and her fabulous cleavage and scrumptious behind.
With a slight grin on his face, he asks, “And what do you think you’re doing with my crop?” She replies, “You’re about to find out,” then gets up out of the chair and walks slowly toward him, tapping the crop with her right hand into her left palm. She walks past him, making sure to stay far enough away that he can’t touch her, but close enough that he can smell her perfume, also a gift from him.
When she gets to the door of the room, she locks it, turns around to lean her shoulders on it, and tells him to take off his shoes. Still not sure what’s going on, but definitely interested, he kicks his dress shoes off one at a time, puts his hands on his hips and says, “Now what?”
Still leaning on the door, she says, “Now your shirt,” and he untucks then unbuttons his crisp white dress shirt, takes it off, and drapes it across the top of the dresser. Looking at his lean body, she wants to reach out and let him hold her, but knows that would ruin the experience, so she quickly says, “Now your pants.” Obediently, he unbuckles his belt, unbuttons and unzips his pants, and lets them slide down his muscular thighs before gingerly stepping out of them and placing them on the other side of the dresser.
Standing only in his sock feet and boxers, his cock standing tall and belying the nonchalance in his voice, he says, “And now you want me to take off my boxers and socks?” Nodding, she straightens up from her lean on the door and says, “Yes.” in the most authoritative voice she can. Surprised at her tone – she’s never sounded that way with him before – he quickly obeys and stands bare in front of her, wondering where this is going.
Only now does he see that she’s picked up some silk ties that he’s used on her before. Holding them in her left hand, she points with the crop in her right hand at the chair that she recently vacated and says one word, “Sit.”
A little perturbed at her demands, he’s mostly perturbed at his titillation caused by the switch in roles. He didn’t know she could be so authoritative and decisive. She had to have planned this out, which only titillated him more. So he obeyed and sat in the chair, wondering what would happen.
She tosses two silk ties his way and tells him to tie his ankles to the legs of the chair. He, of course, obeys. She tosses another his way and tells him to tie his right wrist to the arm of the chair. Struggling, he gets close to a proper knot, but just can’t quite finish it with one hand literally tied, so he looks up and says, “Can you help?” She looks at him and waits for about 30 seconds before responding, “No touching,” and then ties his right hand down. With the remaining tie, she secures his left hand to the other chair arm, then inspects the other knots to ensure that they are secure.
Satisfied, she walks away, hips swaying, cheeks bouncing, to the side table where she bends over at the waist, displaying her plump, round ass to him while she pulls some special “toys” out of the drawer: a bag, a vibrator, and nipple clamps. He’s familiar with the vibrator and nipple clamps – he’s used them on her before – but the bag was new.
Straightening up, she turns around and locks eyes with him, keeping his focus on her as she moves to the edge of the bed just opposite him and places her bundle of toys on the bed. She sits next to the items, very ladylike, legs crossed, opens the bag, and pulls out a makeup compact and the deepest red lipstick that he has ever seen, his favorite color of lipstick, then she proceeds to put it on.
It’s flawless and inviting, and he looks at her expectantly, hoping that she wants to kiss him, and says, “How about you come over here and kiss me?”
She takes the crop and leans over to reach him and lightly slaps him on the knee. “No talking, understand? ”
Smirking, he nods yes. She’s learned quite a bit from him and it looks like she’s going to practice tonight.
Placing the crop next to her, within easy reach should he transgress again, she fondles the nipple clamps as she picks them up. She’s never put them on herself; that’s always been his role, but tonight the roles are reversed.
She pulls down the top edge of her bralette to expose her nipples. Fondling them, running her fingers around her areolas, and pinching them gives her the desired effect: firm and tight nipples, ready for clamps. These clamps are her favorite ones: rubber coated tips, adjustable tension, and a chain between them for just enough weight to exert a constant pull on her breasts. She grasps her left breast with her left hand, holding it, while she opens one side of the clamps with the other and puts it on her nipple. Releasing hold of her breast, the weight of the clamp starts to pull and she feels her body’s immediate response, wetness between her thighs.
Grasping her right breast in her right hand and holding it to place the other clamp on this nipple, she takes a moment to revel in the feeling that she loves: the pressure from the clamp that causes the immediate throb of her clit.
Now she looks up at him, watching the grin on his face getting bigger as his cock starts to throb along with her clit. Scooting back a few inches on the bed, she opens her legs wide and runs her finger across her panties, teasing him.
“Going to come sit on my lap?” he asks.
Much faster than he anticipated, she picks up the crop, stands in front of him, and slaps his knee harder than before. “No talking!”
Grinning again, he nods his assent and she smiles gently at him, then turns around to face the bed, bending over at the waist mere inches from his throbbing cock while she slides her panties to the floor. She feels the full weight of the chain between the clamps pulling on her breasts, and he gets his first glimpse of her shimmering wetness peeping between her thighs.
She turns around, he sees that she’s picked up her vibrator and she’s sitting back on the bed, scooted away from the edge, legs spread, like before.
She then puts her feet up on the edge of the bed, and he watches as her pussy opens up as her legs spread wide and she lays back on a pillow. Turning on her vibrator, she starts to gently run it along the crease of her inner thigh, outside of her pussy, but around it, getting closer and closer to the prize.
Her favorite method of masturbating is to hold her vibrator on her clit until she orgasms. This time, however, she pulls on the chain between her nipples as she begins to find her clit with the vibrator. The effect was so much more than she imagined: in addition to the immediate wetness, she felt as if a string between her nipples and her clit was suddenly strummed and the resonance carried on for minutes.
And then she found THE spot: the place on her clit that, when she presses on it, causes the rest of her pussy to throb with ecstasy. Holding her vibrator in place, exerting constant pressure, her vagina began to throb deep inside, her heart began to beat faster, and her breathing quickened.
…And, she noticed, so did his. He lets out a small “mmmm” as he watches her masturbate, her wetness growing, her pussy contracting, her back arching as she reaches climax and pulls on the chain between her nipple clamps to enhance her orgasm.
After her orgasm subsides, she raises her head slightly to take a look at her partner. He’s licking his lips and trying to free his hands from the knots, wanting to get at her, to touch her skin, to taste her juices
Leaning her head up a little further, she can see his cock throbbing with his heartbeat and the drip of precum sliding down the head. Excited, she wants to taste him, so she sits up and slides off the bed, crawling over to him on all fours, and sits on her knees in front of him. Not wanting to break the rules, she doesn’t touch him…except with the tip of her tongue on the drip of precum sliding down his shaft, driving him almost insane.
He opens his mouth to speak, but she raises her finger to her lips to keep him silent. Smiling up at him with her mischievous grin, she turns around, still on all fours and crawls back to the bed. He watches as her perfectly round ass wiggles back and forth tantalizingly, and he gets a peek at her pink wetness that he wants so badly to taste.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, feet on the floor, again facing him, she picks up her vibrator yet again, but this time doesn’t take time to tease herself. Instead, she plunges straight into her pussy and starts to work her vibrator in and out with one hand, pulling the chain between her nipples with the other, all while maintaining constant eye contact with her lover. Even as she orgasms and cum begins to drip down her thighs, she keeps eye contact with him. His desire is palpable: eyes wide and breathing quick, he whimpers as his cock throbs with every heartbeat. If he could only lay one hand on her, he would be able to make her feel the desire he feels.
After her orgasm subsides, she takes pity on him. He’s played her game long enough. It’s time for their roles to revert to normal and for him to take control again. She longs to give herself to him.
She runs her left middle finger between the wet lips of her pussy, soaking it from tip to base with her cum, walks to him and places it in his mouth as she unties one of the silk ties with her other hand.
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