He closed out his tab, picked up her’s too and headed upstairs. The conversation never hit a lull – luckily, she had two good bottles of bourbon to make sure that didn’t stop. About an hour in, she went into the bathroom. It felt like she was gone forever, but when when she finally returned, she absolutely took his breath away. She was barefoot, wearing a pair of black leather joggers and a white tank top. He didn’t think he had mentioned it during their conversations about how much those style joggers made him wild, but right now, he couldn’t stop staring.
She felt his strong stare, but completely played it off. She picked up with the conversation right where they left off before she had left to change. The playful convo continued for a few more minutes before he decided to compliment her look.
“I love those pants you changed into,” he said with a smile. “There is something about they fit that drives me wild.”
She was not at all surprised by his revelation, only by the fact that it took him so long to share it with her. She had assumed he had a kinky side from the time they were sitting at the bar. He was subconsciously rubbing the leather coaster and bringing it to his nose to inhale its aroma. It was at that point she knew he had a fetish for leather. Now she was about to see how much kinkier he might be.
“Get over here and suck my cock,” she said directly as she leaned back and slid her right hand down the front of her pants. “I see the way you’ve been staring. I assumed you noticed the bulge and had a late night craving. So get on your fucking knees and suck my dick.”
She pulled a large, black strap on from beneath the elastic waistband and slapped him in the face with it as he got into position. He put the head in his mouth, and then wrapped his lips around the shaft, letting it slide into the back of his throat.
“You’d better get it good and wet because it’s going in your ass next,” she taunted him as she grabbed the back of his head, gagging him with her device. “Your a natural at this slut, you suck cock all the time?”
He was completely intoxicated by the moment, not to mention all of the night’s alcohol. The combination of the feeling of her hand forcing him to keep going and the aroma of her pussy combining with the leather of her pants had completely engulfed him. He hadn’t even noticed the fact that she had taken out her phone and been recording him the entire time.
“Enough,” she snapped as she pushed him away. “So now let’s really talk because I want you to truly understand the situation you’ve created for yourself.”
He laid back on his elbows, knees bent, staring up at her on the couch. He clearly saw that she had her phone in hand, and assumed she had recorded all of his antics.
“I love the fact that you helped me connect with you on every form of social media earlier,” she said in a somewhat wicked voice. “It will make it so much easier to make sure this video hits all of the right people if you decide to get out of line.”
She looked at his face and saw true fear. This was exactly why she loved what she did – it was all about that look.
“So let me explain a few things to you,” she smiled widely as she thought about the diatribe she was about to launch into. “When you left the bar with me, you already sealed your fate. The way things go from here on out is all up to you. Tomorrow you will wake up to a message from me with specific instructions, it will be in your personal inbox at 6:00AM. If you don’t confirm receipt by 6:15, it will be sent to your work email; and if for some reason, I don’t hear back from you, this video will be shared on Facebook, Instagram and LinkedIn – and you’ll be tagged.”
He felt the seriousness of the situation. It was a complete 180 from the playful conversation of just a few moments earlier.
“I can see from that look on your face, you understand,” she said bluntly. “Now a few more things. First, give me your phone. I am enabling sharing your location with me at all times – I am sure you can figure out what happens if you turn it off. Now strip! Fold you clothes, place them on the dresser and stand in front of me.”
He followed the orders completely, and was now standing stark naked in front of this beautiful woman. And even with all of the circumstances facing him, his cock was standing straight up, and she noticed. She reached out and stroked his shaft softly, there was definitely a part of her impressed with her find. All of a sudden, she slapped it hard towards the ground, told him to stay there and got up and left the room.
After about a minute, he heard the door open. She held a full ice bucket as she stood in front of him. Without warning, she shoved his cock and balls into the bucket.
“Don’t fucking scream, just deal with it,” she said in a matter-of-fact way. “There we go, now for the piece de resistance – locking you away.”
She took out a small leather sack, and showed him the thousands of small pins on the inside. She quickly put it in him sealing it with a padlock.
“I have the only key, and if you think those pins hurt now, just wait until you’re even the slightest bit aroused,” she was extremely pleased with herself. “Now grab that robe from the back of the door, put it on and go back to your room. I suggest you get some rest because 6AM will be here before you know it.”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/wlvlvv/the_business_trip_part_2_bdsm_femdom_humiliation