I wore what I was told; pale yellow chemise with dark pink lace and flowers. Beneath that, I wore a matching dark pink thong with ribbon ties that crisscrossed in a neat triangle weave above my ass. The lacy, off white stockings snapped secure into the garter fastenings. I had covered the entire show with a long tan trench coat. I was uneasy wearing the high 4 inch heels of the soft pink shoes.
A good friend once suggested that there’s really no reason to move around in stilettos; just slip ‘em on when ready to be viewed. Maybe no one noticed I wasn’t wearing them as I made my way into the hotel.
Classy and old. Vintage. The Stonewall Jackson Hotel had that scent of history you could breath in and get swept away into another time.. I slipped through the lobby with hardly a glance. It was early and people usually weren’t checking in until hours later. Sir had been there since the night before. He mentioned he enjoyed historical places. I had no doubt he had approved of the accommodations.
Standing in front of the door to the room, I leaned against the frame with my arm and hastily slipped the pink stilettos in place. I hated pink, but for some reason, I loved wearing it for him. The reward was in his reaction. “I fucking want you!”, he had texted after I’d sent him a small picture of half that outfit. I’d wear just about anything for that reaction, or perhaps just because I loved pleasing him so much.
The door opened prematurely, and as it swung into the room, so did I; right into Sir. I think the only things I’ve ever managed to do gracefully are, writing, speaking, and dancing. It’s a wonder about the dancing.
“Well. Hello, my sweet slut.” His voice was smooth as his arms supported me before I tumbled over.
Lips parted, eyes wide, my response came out in nearly a pant as I exhaled, “Hi… uh… hi.. Hello, Sir.” This was followed by a breathy laugh that made my cheeks turn a deep coral.
His eyes glinted with mischief as he looked me over before standing me up straight. His grin did nothing to ease my embarrassment. He cleared his throat and asked, “What were you doing against the door?”
“I had something in my shoe.” I spoke quickly. It wasn’t completely wrong. I had a foot in my shoe. Putting that foot in my shoe was the reason I was leaning. I gave a single nod to emphasize my satisfaction.
He stepped back for a moment and folded his arms across his chest, one hand reaching to rub his chin.
“I see.” He was still grinning but his brow was raised. “Close the door, please, slut. Then come back and stand in front of me.”
He turned and made his way to the bed. I had just noticed he was in nothing but a thin house coat that barely touched the middle of his thighs. He stood waiting, with his hands clasped in front of him. I carefully shut the door and dragged my hand along the wall and across furniture before reaching him. I wasn’t necessarily trying to be sultry. I was merely trying to walk in those damn shoes. I think he caught on.
“Remove your coat, slut. I’d like to see how well you listened.”
My eyes shot open, and my mouth hung. The choke chain. I brought it but forgot to put it on. It was in my coat pocket. My hand fished around and retrieved the solid, thin chain. Eyebrows raised, I flashed him a small grin then dangled the chain between us.
“Oops.” Was all I could say. I draped it over my neck and allowed the ring at the end to fall between my breasts.
“Better now than never, my lovely little slut.” He folded his arms across his chest and gestured with his hand, “Continue.”
I watched his face. His eyes were drawn to mine at first and I stopped breathing for a moment. My hands untied the knot in the sash holding the trench together. His eyes fell to the sash and then back to my face where I continued to study him. My lips curved into a small smile. Slowly, each of my shoulders appeared as I removed the trench; exposing myself a little at a time. His gaze took in everything available. Finally, the trench coat fell to the floor and he looked from it to my shoes, my stockings, up my thighs and cleavage, then centered again on my face with a tilt of his head and a smile.
“Turn around… slowly.”
I pivoted in place until my backside was facing him. I lifted my hair and peered back over my shoulder at him. His eyes were dancing over my figure, before he crossed over to me. I felt the weight of his warm hands on my shoulders. They slid down my arms and my hair fell behind my back, just above my ass. He reached around to my breasts and I heard a soft ‘click’. He had fastened a thin metal chain leash to the choke chain.
It is amazing how that small gesture made my entire body tremble. My breathing quickened and I could feel an intense burning in my solar plexus. I was owned.
He must have sensed I was a little unsteady. He held me against him and grazed his lips over the exposed skin on my shoulder.
“Come to the bed, my lovely slut.”
He stepped back and I felt the tension on the chain. My heart raced as I followed him to the bed. He pulled with the chain until my chest pressed against him. The choke chain tightened around my throat slightly and he took my lips. Lightly at first. His tongue sliding over my lower lip, caused my mouth to open a fraction. I moaned before the kiss deepened.
I felt the strings of my thong underwear come loose, then the thong was discarded to the floor with the trench. He continued kissing me as his fingers slid down the crack of my ass. The flesh tingled beneath his touch and my throat made a noise, between a moan and a whine. An erotic note in a very sensual symphony.
My hands slid to his chest, attempting to slide beneath the thin fabric of his robe. He allowed my hands to wander over his skin. He stopped kissing me and looked into my eyes. My chest rose and fell in rapid succession. I could feel the dampness of my pussy, extending between my thighs. He gave me a small grin and turned me around, pushing me over the bed.
“Face down, slut.” He commanded and still held firm to the chain. I could feel his hands on my ass, smoothing the skin.
“Oh yes, please, Sir!” I choked out, anticipating what would come next.
Smack!
I felt the sting on my ass cheek as his hand came down. I buried my face in the bed as I cried out in pleasure. Smack after smack, my body trembled.
“What does my little slut want?” He continued smacking.
I felt his weight press against my backside; his hard member separating my cheeks, the crown teasing my anus.
I lifted my head a little to gasp out, “I want your cock, Sir!”
His cock slid across the pucker and lower still, sliding just barely into the folds of my wet cunt. I moaned loudly. He teased my clit this time, rubbing the head against it.
“But where should I give it to you, slut?” His hand came down in a smack just as he thrust his cock swiftly, all the way in; his pelvis making a lewd slap against my ass.
“Oh yes, Sir! Right there!” I cried out and felt his hand stinging my flesh again as he pulled back to thrust hard into me.
Another smack, followed by a thrust, over and over until I felt my body trembling for release. He pulled gently on the chain and I lifted my head.
“Lift your face and cry out, I want this entire building to know what a slut you are and who you belong to. Whose slut are you?”
“I’m your dirty slut, Sir! Oh god!!!”
“Mine.”
“All yours, Sir!”
“Your pussy?” I heard him groan as the smacks subsided and he was thrusting steadily now, gripping my hips with chain in hand. I could feel the metal pressing into my skin.
“My pussy is yours, Sir!” I was so close.
“And your pleasure? Your orgasm?” His fingers dug into me.
“My pleasure is yours, Sir. I come for you, and only you.” I moaned and gasped. Right on the edge.
“Beg for it, slut! If you aren’t loud enough, I’ll assume you don’t want it.”
I tried holding back and I knew if I cried out as loud as he wanted, it would be all over.
“Please, Sir!” I sang out in that same erotic note, choked with desire and lust. “Please let me come for you!”
He began thrusting fast, smacking into my ass. He groaned and growled, “Come for me, slut! Now!”
I cried out as he slammed into me. He pulled the chain slightly as I could feel him building inside of me. My pussy tightened around his shaft as I released; my song continuing wordlessly but loud. He scooped me up against his chest as he thrust a few times standing in that position with a final groan, he spent himself deep inside me.. His teeth met my neck and one hand slid down my abdomen. He collected our juices on his fingers and lifted them to my lips. Hungrily, I sucked.
He whispered in my ear, catching the lobe between his teeth.
“No shower for you, slut. Let’s get ready for dinner.”
Tbc 🦊🐺
