You lay there, naked and spread-eagled – your wrists and ankles each tied to their respective corners of the four-poster bed, staring at the bedroom ceiling of the luxury, Four Seasons suite. You wonder for a moment if this was such a good idea after all – to come to this hotel with a man you had met only a few weeks ago – and let him tie you up! “It’s too late now,” you laugh nervously to yourself. “If this guy is a murderous sociopath, he’s done a great job of hiding it.” But deep down, you know he’s ok. And you told your best friend where you would be tonight. She probably would be more than a bit surprised though, to see you bound to the bed like this, your nipples erect in anticipation and to see the glistening stream of juices leaking out of your pussy, dripping down to be soaked up by the soft, Egyptian cotton sheets.
The last few weeks with this man have flown by in a blur. You had met online and quickly discovered that his dominant tendencies fit quite well with your own submissive ones. You explored multiple fantasies online and had shared some pretty intense orgasms, which made you open to his invitation to meet him this weekend when he told you he would be in your city on business.