A relaxing hotel rendezvous

She opens the door to her naked toy.

He kneels facing away, trembling as she stands in the door. Knowing he's exposed to the corridor. Knowing she wouldn't let her toy be seen by passers by, but never able to be completely sure.

She steps in and demands coffee. He springs to action, chastity cage bobbling as his only attire. He serves the cup on the small table placing it by the envelope waiting there.

Spying the tools he has placed out for her the small bottle of oil and the prostate massager are quickly in her hand. Thrown face down over the bed and with hands placed on his head the oil eases the way for the insert to swiftly follow. Moans and sighs accompany this to her great amusement. She jiggles it inside him and elicits more as a long denied toy leaks its first tear from the chastity cage. Balls already drawn tight.

She sits on the low bed by the window and he kneels by her thigh resting his head there. She talks in her breezy style about her day and recent days, sips the coffee and pronounces it satisfactory. He kisses her thigh gently, pressing his lips and no more, and she strokes his hair. She is happy. He is happy.

She finishes her drink and rises.

Dress.

The simple command is quickly obeyed as he knows he must retrieve the case from her car. No undergarments allowed he slips back into trousers shirt and shoes.

He takes the pass and her car keys and goes to leave but she comes to the door with him and makes him pause inside the exit with her shoe holding the door open.  Hands are ordered to hang loose and naturally by his side but they ate inert as per her will. Her hand fondles a buttock in his thin trousers. Finds the prostate massager and its handy lever. Wiggles it and looks and listens out for any passers by. If anyone comes she'll just be seeing off her fella her hand quickly removed. If the door opposite opens she'll hear it and just push him off to fetch the case.

So he stands there and takes it. Hardens in his cage and feels the tell tale trickle of another pre-cum tear form at his tip. Knows it will show on his thin light coloured trousers. Stands inside the doorway and drips, burning from shame, terrified someone will see him. All the while she jiggles what is inside him and smiles ay every soft exhale, every tremble, every quiver as she hits the target.

Someone can be heard in the passage. She gives one final rough push on the insert propelling him into the corridor.

- Hurry back!

And she knows he will.


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