Meeting Nancy

The day was hot and muggy as he made his way to the hotel room, regretting his choice of a black suit and tie with every step. He knew that first impressions were important, however, particularly for the kind of meeting he was heading towards. He was pleased, however, that the room in question was on the back side of the hotel. It was important that the meeting be conducted in without interruption and this seemed ideal.
He shifted the two duffel bags on his shoulder as he strode up to the room and prepared to knock, but he paused for a second. “What if this was just a joke?” he thought. It had never happened to him, but he had heard stories. He had never met his contact, but they had an extensive archive of e-mails built up. Finally, after several minutes, he knocked.
“Who is it?” The reply was delightfully sultry. “It’s Len.” He answered; most of his apprehension had dissolved upon hearing a woman’s voice. He was sure the rest of his confidence would return once the session was underway. The popping of locks could be heard and the door slowly opened a crack and a smiling face appeared. “Nancy?” “Yes.” She answered. “May I come in?” His right hand was on the door and he gave his most disarming grin.
She opened the door and allowed him in to the room. Len placed his bags beside one of the two single beds and took a good look at his hostess. She was quite beautiful; shoulder length blonde hair pulled back into a pony tail, breasts barely contained behind a blue blouse, and shapely hips wrapped in a short, black skirt. The ensemble was completed with black thigh high stockings and heels. Len held a little smirk as she slowly turned like a model, letting him soak in her beauty. For someone who had claimed never to have done anything like this, she knew how to put on a show. He held out his right hand as she finished her turn. “Do you still want to do this?” He asked, looking deep into her eyes. She took his offered hand. “Yes.”
He quickly tightened his grip on her hand and slapped the cuffs from his back pocket onto her wrist. Spinning her around before she had time to fight back, he locked her left arm into the handcuffs and shoved his shoulder into her back, forcing her face first onto the bed. He leapt onto her back and produced a ball gag from the pocket of his dress jacket. She clenched her teeth; grunting under his weight. Len sat up and, still straddling her waist brought his hand to his shoulder level. He brought his hand down quickly across her ass. Once, twice, he whipped her until she let out a small yelp. This allowed him to force the ball gag into her mouth and lock the buckles behind her head. Walking over to one of his bags, Len pulled out a roll of duct tape. His newly captured prize attempts a clumsy kick at him, but this only helps him in grabbing her feet and tying her ankles together.
Once her feet are taped together, Len steps back to admire her bound form. Her body was quivering. Was it fear, exhilaration, or both? Len decided it didn’t matter at this point, as he removed his tie and now sweat soaked jacket. She was his and he would use her as he wished. He slowly walked to where is bags lay, deliberately allowing the drama to build as picked them up and carried them to the second bed. He opened one of the bags and began pulling items out; several small coils of nylon rope that were cut in different sizes, blind folds, and an O-ring gag. He paused and looked to Nancy, who was watching with a delicious mix of fear and curiosity. He gave her a grin as he pulled out the final two items; a flogger and a stout wooden paddle.
After laying out the contents of the first bag, Len gathered several of the coils of rope. They were made of lightweight nylon and were no hassle to move next to his captive’s prone form. Pulling his pocket knife from his pocket, he savored the grunt of terror from Nancy. In truth, he fed as much off the drama and showmanship has he did the inevitable physical release he would have later. Holding her legs still with his left hand, he cut the tape from her legs with his right. She tried to squirm free, but she had no balance with her arms still bound and he easily her legs under control. Taking one of the rope coils, he tied her left ankle to the corresponding bed leg. Testing his knots, he then tied the right leg, though the woman tried to kick back again. Quickly tying her leg, he grabbed the flogger and brought it down across her ass, eliciting muffled cries of pain and surprise.
After his display of strength, he mounted her again. Unlocking the cuffs, he brought her hands over her head and tied them to the head board so that she was lying face down and spread eagle. Once this was done; he whispered into her ear. “This is what you wanted and what you will receive. You wanted to know what it means to submit and you will. ” He licked the lobe of her ear and sniffed the nape of her neck. Her scent was a combination of sweat and light, sweet perfume. He moved to her side and grabbed one of the pillows from the bed. He pushed this under her firm stomach, forcing her ass into the air. He then flipped her skirt up to admire the lacey panties underneath. He caressed her ass and he could feel the heat from the spanking through the smooth, black fabric. Her breath came as hisses of pain through gag, but she managed to hold any tears back.
Once he felt that her pain had subsided, he stood and walked back to the open bag. He pulled a digital camera from a side pocket and held it so that she could see it. He began taking pictures from every angle and there was no way for her cover herself for modesty’s sake. He set the camera to the side and knelt beside her. “I’m going to remove the gag now. Would you like that?” She nodded in affirmation. “You’re not going to cry out, correct?” Once again, she nodded. “Once I do this, you’re only to speak when spoken to you’re to only refer to me as ‘Sir’ or ‘Master’. Understand?”
Once he received the final, resigned nod, he removed the gag. She moved her jaws and licked her lips, trying to return some feeling to them. He ignored this, as he was busy running his hands up and down her stockings and playing with her firm ass. He had always loved women in lingerie and he could probably play like this for hours, but her murmured purring broke him from his reverie. That’s when he had an idea; he quickly pulled her panties to the side and he shoved two fingers into her cunt. She gave an embarrassed squeal as he worked his fingers in and out of her honey box.
“You’re really getting off on this, aren’t you? You’re cunt is going ballistic!” He reached down further to massage her pubic mound and discovered another delightful surprise. “You’re shaved smooth. Very, very nice.” He declared, alternating between rubbing her snatch and fingering her. Her face, flush with passion and embarrassment, made him smile broadly and his cock began to wake in his pants. “Your e-mails made you sound like such a good, good girl, but I’m starting to think differently.” He continued to finger fuck her, her moans coming deeper and faster.
He suddenly withdrew his moistened fingers, much to her disappointment. “Not yet, we have much more to explore before you get to cum. Are you thirsty?” “Yes, Master.” Her voice was nearly hoarse from moaning and grunting. “Hold on and I’ll see what I can do” He replied and turned now to the second duffel bag; pulling several items out. One of these he took into the bath room with him and held under the sink. After a few moments, he returned and held it up for her to see; a metal dog dish. He placed this on the floor on the other side of the room. He then picked up the other items he had taken out, a collar and leash, and walked back to her. He secured the collar around her neck and hooked the leash to the collar. He spoke again. “I’m going to release you, but you’re not to move until I tell you. Do you understand?” “Yes…” The slap on her ass cracked like thunder. “Yes Master!” She squealed. “Sorry Master!” “Good.” He replied smugly and began untying her legs. Once he was done with her feet, he removed her shoes and, with one quick movement, yanked her skirt and panties off. He could tell she was fighting a war within herself; a struggle between trying to fight for her modesty and giving over to her need to submit. He made his way to the head of the bed and undid her wrist restraints. “On your knees, Slave.” She struggled to obey his command, her muscle sore from being stretched across the bed. Once she was up, he worked his way behind her and pulled her shirt above her head, tossing it to the floor. He now wrapped his arms around her, one hand groping her bra-encased tits; the other between her legs, kneading her smooth slit. After worrying her special bits for several seconds, he deftly removed the front-hooking bra and tossed it into the growing pile of her clothes. She was now clad only in her stockings and the collar.
“Back on your hands and knees” one hand held her leash and the other, the flogger. “Off of the bed!” she made to stand and received a smack on the bottom for her efforts. “No! On all fours, like a dog.” She slowly crawled off the bed and onto the floor. “Go get a drink.” She obeyed, shuffling to the water bowl. She lapped at the water while he petted her head. “Good girl.” He whispered.” Good girl. Now stay.” He produced the camera and took some more pictures of her naked form. Once again he took the shots of her on all fours from every angle; paying particular attention to wet cunt and tight ass.
After taking the pictures, he took the last few items from the bag and placed them on the dresser. He then took the one chair located in the room and moved it between the bed and the dresser. “Okay, I want you on your knees and in the chair,” He gestured to the chair with the flogger. She slowly obeyed his order; the fresh drink of water had brought back some of her spirit. Len didn’t mind this; it would make breaking her sweeter. He especially relished her hiss of shock as she surveyed the array of toys on the dresser; a string of anal beads, lubricant, butt plugs, a dildo, and an O-ring gag.
He waited until she had settled into the chair, draped over the back and with her ass jutting out. He grabbed the beads and started to rub his fingers between up and down her ass crack. He teased her by pressing the first bead against her puckered asshole. She wiggled away; trying to play a cute little game with him. This is something he would not allow as he poured some lube on his fingers and the first two beads on the string. Gripping her hips with an overhand grip with his right hand, he began to force the beads into her ass. She grunted and squirmed; clenching her rectal muscles as he assaulted her with the beads. He was patient and was ready when she unclenched. In an instant, he began shoving beads in to her all the way to the pull ring at the end of the string.
He swung her around to a seated position and ordered her to stay seated. There were tears in her eyes from the discomfort and she was rocking in the seat; trying to find a comfortable spot. He let her alone for a moment, going into the bathroom to wash his hands. That is when he noticed the small thing on the sink; He studied it for a moment and then smiled as he put it into his pocket.
Returning to her, he looked into her eyes; “First time in the ass?” She nodded solemnly. He smiled and retrieved the handcuffs and rope. He began by cuffing her hands before her and then tying her ankles and waist to the chair. He stepped back and admired his work. She was still trying to find a comfortable way to sit, but her new bindings prevented that from happening. He let her test her bonds for a few minutes before he reached over for the O-ring.
“Open your mouth.” He held it to her mouth, but she turned her head from him. She still had some fight in her, he thought, and that’s good. Keeping the gag near her mouth, he started slapping her tits .She tried to block his blows with her bound arms, but she had no leverage and he landed several sharp, stinging blows across her nipples. She let out a yelp and he forced the gag into her mouth. Unfortunately, it went in flat, but he had an idea of how to deal with that, as well. He quickly twisted his left hand so that the palm held the gag in place, but the fingers clenched down on her nose, restricting her breathing. His right hand went back to her cunt; fingering and then cruelly twisting her pussy lips .She gave a painful gasp and then he twisted the gag into place; forcing her teeth and mouth apart. He adjusted and buckled the gag into place while she probed at it with her tongue. When he was done, he forced his fingers into the gag, making her lick her own juices off of his digits. Standing upright, he took some more photos before he began to remove his own clothes. He had been nursing a hard on since the entire time and now he was ready for his own fun.
He let out a long sigh of relief as the air conditioned room caressed his sweaty body and his hard cock was released from its captivity. He picked a vibrator from his collection and handed to her still cuffed hands. “Masturbate, slut.” He hissed into her ear. She complied, gingerly at first, but quickly picking up the tempo as her grunts began to drown out the buzzing of the dildo. He grabbed her ponytail and began to guide his manhood to her spread mouth; teasingly sticking his cock head just inside the ring gag a few times. He tired of this game and he began thrusting down, deep into her throat. Initially she gagged at the assault, but he slowed the tempo, allowing her throat muscles to adjust to the motion; saliva dripping from her chin and onto her heaving tits. He felt his blood beginning to boil and he slammed himself balls deep into her mouth; once, twice, and, on the third thrust, he came with a bestial growl. As he painted her mouth and tongue with his seed, he faintly heard the satisfied moan of her first orgasm.
After ejaculating, he untied her legs and torso and put the dildo back on the dresser. He also removed the gag, allowing her to finish swallowing his load and working some feeling back into her jaws. He picked her up; she was nearly limp from her efforts, and put her on the bed lying on her back. He took a short piece of rope and bound her cuffed wrists to the head board and spread her legs. He began to lick and suckle on her wet pussy; lightly nibbling and kissing her swollen cunt lips. She began moaning again as he awoke her body. She began to buck her hips towards his face and he began to remove the beads from her ass. One at a time, they popped out with a faintly audible slurping sound, each one forcing her to clench her teeth.
As the last one sprang loose, he flipped her over on her stomach and removed an anal plug from the dresser. Once again, she tried to move her hips to avoid this newest invasion into her body, but she was too worn at this point and her body craved his carnal attentions. He pressed the tip of the plug against her rosebud and gently, but firmly, began pushing. There was some resistance from her rectal muscle at first, but he managed to force it all the way in; her rectum holding it in place. His cock began getting hard again and he mounted her from behind; fucking her with deep, savage thrusts. He could feel the plug with his penis through the membrane separating her cunt and ass and the sensation spurred him on. Though she had tears in her eyes from the onslaught, she begged him for more. He was nearly crying in joy himself as he came again deep into her womb. “I hope you weren’t lying about that hysterectomy, Baby.” He laughed. He slowly removed the plug, un-cuffed her hands, and eased the stockings off of her legs. He found a towel in the bathroom and wiped the sweat and bodily fluids from both of their bodies. He then straddled he face down form and began to massage her; relaxing her firm body.
He pulled the covers down on the bed and she snuggled close to him as they slept together. He awoke in the morning to a pleasant surprise, she was already blowing him, sucking down his morning hard on with a voracious appetite. He gripped a handful of her hair as he came and she swallowed his load. He sensed a change in her demeanor; she was a sub slut now and had accepted her place of subservience. After the blowjob, they showered together, they washed each other’s bodies and then he took her again; fucking her against the shower stall and taking both her twat and ass. The words “Master” and “Sir” now came easily to her lips as he ravaged her. They finished their showers with smiles and were playful as they got dressed.
After gathering, his props back into his bags, he showed her what he had found on the sink the day before; a wedding ring. “You’re not missing anything are you?” he asked with a smile.
“My hubby would kill me if he found out…Sir.” Her coy expression was intoxicating to him. “Well, I hope he doesn’t. If he did, there wouldn’t be a next time.” He was still smiling as he kissed her deeply; hoping there would be another time.