A Night in the Hotel

I was surprised when I got the note from my mistress, saying that we deserved a date night at to meet me at the steakhouse downtown for a nice meal and sometime together. It was a great idea after a stressful few weeks, and I was looking forward to it. When I arrived at the restaurant, she was already seated waiting for me - clearly a drink or two ahead of me.

As I sat down, I noticed she was dressed to the nines in my favorite dress, heels, stockings, and favorite lingerie peeking out to tease me. She leaned forward for a lingering, passionate kiss. Waving off the menu, she ordered for me. The dinner was fantastic, great food, drinks, and her wandering hand slipping up my thighs and rubbing my cock all through dinner, though each time I reached for her my hands were pushed away.

I was hard from the teasing that started rom the moment our salads had been placed on the table, and the waiter came up to ask about dessert. Before I could answer, she interrupted me and said "I would like the chocolate mousse and an Irish coffee, he has to run though." I look at her quizzically, and she slides a gift bag across the table and tells me I might want to open this in the men's room.

I head out to the men's room and find a private stall. Inside, was an envelope, my mistress' thong (moist, she must have slipped it off when she went to the restroom herself earlier), and a remote plug. Inside the envelope, there was a hotel key and a note: "Head up to room 1211 in the Omni next door. Before you do so, I expect you to have this thong on, plug inserted, and control sent to me. You can throw your underwear away, you won't need it for the rest of the evening. " I change in the stall and do as instructed, giving my mistress control of the plug as I drop my underwear into the garbage and head to the elevator.

The walk across the courtyard to the Omni wasn't far, but it was a bit more difficult in my current situation. The plug was already vibrating under my mistress's control, and I could feel the moistness of her panties against my balls as the thong was pulled tight between my cheeks. Each step reminded me of my situation, and it was increasingly hard to hide the erection growing outside of her thong. As I crossed the hotel lobby and walked into the elevator, I was sure people could see through me and understand my predicament; especially as the vibrations increased inside the crowded elevator to the 12th floor.

When I arrived at the room, I see your "bag of tricks" in the middle of the bed with a note placed in front of it. On the outside of the envelope, it said "Strip to your panties first, and then you can read the note inside. Do not close the curtains." I strip and place my clothes on the dresser, suddenly conscious of the buildings nearby. It was still mostly daylight outside, so no one should be able to see my situation, but it was getting darker and I would need to turn on lights that would highlight it soon. The note said: "I am downstairs enjoying my dessert and few after dinner cocktails as I finalize my plans for you this evening. You may take a shower. Make sure your ass, balls, and cock are smooth and everything is clean - inside and out. You can remove the plug you have in now, but need to replace it with the Edge and Diamo when you get out of the shower. When I arrive, I expect all of the toys to be laid out neatly on the dresser top, and restraints should be attached to the four corners of the bed. You will be tied to the chair currently sitting at the end of the bed. I expect you bent over the back of the chair, ankles tied to the spreader bar at it's widest position, wrists tied to the front legs of the chair. You will have the thong panties, ball gag, and stockings on that are laid out at the head of the bed, with the panties tied tightly to the top of the chair to be sure the edge and diamo stay where they are intended. The whip and paddle should be on the ground near your ankles. The chair will be positioned so your ass is to the door, and though you may turn off the lights you must keep the curtains open so you can watch the people in the other buildings as you wait. You have 30 minutes to send me control of the toys to indicate you are restraining your wrists and are ready for me. You will be my bitch tonight, and will only speak to me when spoken too. Failure to address me as mistress will result in immediate punishment."

I clean up, set up the room as instructed, and turn the chair so it is facing away from the door. It has gotten darker outside, and I have kept the lights off, so I am still comfortable that no one can see in, but still stand behind a wall in the room while I pull the stockings up and put the thong on. I put the diamo around my balls and then slip the edge in underneath the thong. I connect some restraint loops on each leg of the chair, and then attach my ankles to the spreader bar. I lean forward onto the back of the chair, and using some smaller ropes, pull the waistband of the thong on each side of my hip tight and upward - the effect of which is to drive the edge in a little deeper and tighter to my perineum. I pull the ball gag into my mouth and secure it, and then pick up the phone. Taking a deep breath, I send control to my mistress and then secure my wrists to the chair. I can now do nothing but wait.

It was clear my mistress was enjoying playing with the toys this time, or the alcohol had loosened her up some. In any case, my hands were resting on the seat of the chair to try to relieve the pressure of the thong onto the edge and into my ass, but it was in vain. I had done too good of a job tieing myself in place such that every movement caused an equal reaction in the thong, pressing the edge in or shifting it around - fucking me with the vibrations as I squirmed under the variation and intensity of the toys' vibration.

All through this, I was in the darkness of the hotel room, lit only by the lights of the city around me. Just a few hundred feet away, I could see people working in the office building across from me or sitting in their living room in the apartment building to my side, both oblivious to the scene that they could probably have discerned had they looked hard enough through their own windows. Behind me, I could hear people moving through the hall heading to their rooms - the sound of feet approaching always keeping me on edge as I waited, wondering if the door would open.

Eventually, I hear the sound of a more determined walk padding down the hallway and a hotel lock opening. Her heels hit the wood floor in the foyer, and my erection immediately gave away that my desire was overcoming my fear. Behind me she turned one of the lights on near the bed, but used the dimmers to drop it low. I knew I could be seen if someone looked our way, but also felt a little assured that they would need to look hard to see us. My thoughts were broken up as all of a sudden there was a hard paddle on my ass, followed by several more. She released the ties, and pulled the thong down to my hips, and slipped the edge out. She released the ball gag, and then pulled my legs back with the spreader bar. I never heard her put on the strapon, but definitely felt the penetration. I felt her legs inside mine and hands on my hips as she started to drill me with the dildo. "I want to hear you - moan for me slut, and beg me to pound you harder."

It became clear the pegging was for her, and not for my pleasure. The only vibration was against her clit, and each movement was intended to rub the vibrations and dildo inside of her; the resulting pegging for me was only a side show. She continued to fuck me harder, and I could tell by her moans she was getting ready to come. Throughout, I was moaning myself, begging her to peg me, but knew she would end on her orgasm. The orgasm came, and she slammed the dildo inside me deep as she came. Throughout the pegging, I was focused on what was happening, but only then realized that the lady in her apartment had noticed us and was trying to see what was happening. My mistress smiled, and then pressed the remote to drop the shades in the room.

I could tell that the planning and anticipation of tonight's games, along with edging me for as long as she had excited mistress, and this pegging helped her release that pent up excitement. Stepping back from me, she undid my ankles from spreader bar and pushed me to my knees by the chair. She picked my phone off the seat, placed it nearby, and placed one leg up one the chair. For the first time since dinner, I could behold the beauty that was my mistress. After walking in the room, she had shed the dress and was in high heels and stockings, with garters connected to a corset that held her breast up and nipples exposed. She slipped the strapon off to reveal a small, lace thong beneath. She pointed to her ankle on the chair, and I leaned over to begin kissing her ankle and calf; slowly working my way up her inner thigh as she guided my head with her hands.

My tongue worked it's way along her inner thigh until I was close enough that she slid her thong aside and allowed me to explore her lips. Her juices tasted amazing, as I worked my tongue around the cleanly waxed skin and inside her lips. Being given a rare privilege to taste my mistress, I made the most of the moment - penetrating her with my tongue and sucking on her clit. She began to get wetter, and I heard a small moan escape her lips before she shifted her leg to to give me access to her ass. With equal vigor, I licked her ass and cheeks, running my tongue in circles around her rosebud. Her cheeks clenched as she neared orgasm, and she used one hand to rub her own clit as she came while the other pushed my tongue into her ass as she did so.

Undoing my wrists, she pointed to the bed and told me to secure myself face up as she walked into the bathroom. I did so, and was reminded of the diamo as it jumped to life again. She walked out of the restroom, tightened each of my bonds, placed a gush over my cock, and then disappeared into the restroom again with the words "don't you dare cum." With that, the toys began to run on a low pattern and she turned on the shower. I struggled for several minutes as I listened to her shower and then dry off in the restroom. She walked out, this time with only a thong on, and stared at me as I too, took in her beauty. Removing the hush, she positioned herself at the end of the bed between my legs. She placed a little bit of oil on her hands, and then reached out and slowly stroked me until I was hard. Satisfied, she reached beside her to find some nipple clamps and place them on my nipples. She waited until I began to soften until she stroked me again to get me hard, stopping again as I began to react too much. She moved up on the bed, and while using her fingertips to play with my nipples, she offered her nipples to my tongue - encouraging me to lick, nibble, and tease. Over what seemed like an hour, she repeated this same process in some form - she would get me hard, and then move away to let me lick her nipples, pussy, or ass while she played with the same on me. Finally, after letting me lick her pussy for several minutes, instead of stroking me with her hands again, she mounted me and began riding my cock. Staring at me, she threatened me again "do not cum until I allow you." I began to beg my mistress, but she was focused on her own pleasure. Finally, she began to cum and I could not bear it any more. As she slipped off of me, I began to cum uncontrollably, not even stopping when she slapped my cock and told me to stop. Slipping off the bed, mistress said she needed to consider my punishment, and put on a robe before sitting nearby.