I’m nervous as I check into the hotel. It’s not the chastity belt denying me access to my needy pussy that is doing it. Nor the Hush vibrator that occasionally buzzes in my ass, reminding me to be a good girl at all times. It’s not any of those things because I am used to that. Well, mostly anyway. I’ve been property for nearly a year now.
Even after all this time, I know I am drawing stares. I’m sure they can smell my arousal. See my rock-hard nipples. They know that I am a slut. Gawd, shame and arousal war within me. It probably doesn’t help that I am wearing my daughter’s school uniform. Yeah… and the little tramp must have made some modifications to it because I swear the skirt is supposed to be longer than this.
My hair is up in pigtails and I’ve got the top three buttons undone. A fact the lady at the check-in desk notes with some disapproval… I wonder what she would look like spanking me. Probably damn good. Focus girl. I take the lollipop out of my mouth and ask for directions to room 114. Good god, this is humiliating. And having me dress like this, ordering it, a grown woman.