A relaxing hotel trip 2
He knocked on the door to the room. He had a key and had paid for it, but she insisted he knocked respectfully. After a few moments he was granted permission to enter.
He lugged the heavy case in and plopped it as instructed on the side bed. A curt demand to strip had him back naked before her.
- Tidy up all your shit! I don't want to see any of it, put it away. Now.
He scampered about putting his offered sex toys and lube away in the drawers by the bed, uncomfortable neighbours of the gideon bible which sat there silently protesting. His clothes, phone, wallet and keys went back into his bag, and the bag into the room's sole small cupboard. When he was finished he came back to kneel by her side, the only evidence of him left his naked self.
She would fix that.
- Been to the bathroom already yes?
Yes Mistress.
- Good.
She threw back the covers of the bed and bid him climb onto it. She retrieved items from the case and as quickly fitted him with them. Inflatable mittens went on, pumped to modest intensity, and were tied to the top of each thigh.
Rope went round his ankles and when secure were tied to the end of the bed. A broad collar went round his neck, tight and secure. A rope tied it off to the opposite side of the bed to his ankles.
Stim pads went either side of his always greedy nipples and were plugged into their mated stim units. Switched on they elicited grateful moans. She upped the intensity a little and when he was wriggling and moaning, cock straining in its cage, she just commanded silence. As if a switch were thrown his noise stopped. At the exercise of her power his masochist cock strained mightily in its cage, purple and squeezing painfully from every slit and hole.
She took out a pair of her tights, cut an ample leg from it and drew it over his head. Tape followed, encasing his head and leaving only his nose exposed to the light. It would be many long hours before he was sble to blink, mole like in the light. She cut his nose free and, to let him know how much she was enjoying herself dipped her hand into her panties and smeared a generous amount of her scent on his nostrils. Gratifyingly his cock twitched again.
She artfully ruffled the duvet over her toy, drawing it into folds so that it seemed her toy had all but disappeared. It was just a messed up coverlet. She looked about at the room and was pleased at removing bim from it. Only the slight trembling beneath the cover broke the illusion. Keep still, she barked and it was made perfect.
She opened the door to the bathoom where her already drawn bath radiated heat slowly cooling to ideal. She would adjust to her own desire. With no one to see her and thus utterly relaxed and content she disrobed for a long pleasurable soak, her toy merely a pleasant thought in her untroubled mind.
He lugged the heavy case in and plopped it as instructed on the side bed. A curt demand to strip had him back naked before her.
- Tidy up all your shit! I don't want to see any of it, put it away. Now.
He scampered about putting his offered sex toys and lube away in the drawers by the bed, uncomfortable neighbours of the gideon bible which sat there silently protesting. His clothes, phone, wallet and keys went back into his bag, and the bag into the room's sole small cupboard. When he was finished he came back to kneel by her side, the only evidence of him left his naked self.
She would fix that.
- Been to the bathroom already yes?
Yes Mistress.
- Good.
She threw back the covers of the bed and bid him climb onto it. She retrieved items from the case and as quickly fitted him with them. Inflatable mittens went on, pumped to modest intensity, and were tied to the top of each thigh.
Rope went round his ankles and when secure were tied to the end of the bed. A broad collar went round his neck, tight and secure. A rope tied it off to the opposite side of the bed to his ankles.
Stim pads went either side of his always greedy nipples and were plugged into their mated stim units. Switched on they elicited grateful moans. She upped the intensity a little and when he was wriggling and moaning, cock straining in its cage, she just commanded silence. As if a switch were thrown his noise stopped. At the exercise of her power his masochist cock strained mightily in its cage, purple and squeezing painfully from every slit and hole.
She took out a pair of her tights, cut an ample leg from it and drew it over his head. Tape followed, encasing his head and leaving only his nose exposed to the light. It would be many long hours before he was sble to blink, mole like in the light. She cut his nose free and, to let him know how much she was enjoying herself dipped her hand into her panties and smeared a generous amount of her scent on his nostrils. Gratifyingly his cock twitched again.
She artfully ruffled the duvet over her toy, drawing it into folds so that it seemed her toy had all but disappeared. It was just a messed up coverlet. She looked about at the room and was pleased at removing bim from it. Only the slight trembling beneath the cover broke the illusion. Keep still, she barked and it was made perfect.
She opened the door to the bathoom where her already drawn bath radiated heat slowly cooling to ideal. She would adjust to her own desire. With no one to see her and thus utterly relaxed and content she disrobed for a long pleasurable soak, her toy merely a pleasant thought in her untroubled mind.
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