Hotel Bar Meetup 02 - Sat. Morning

A note from the author: I knew when I wrote the first chapter of Hotel Bar Meetup that it deserved more. When I labeled this story as BDSM with very little of it in the first chapter, it was because I already had more chapters in mind. Hopefully Saturday Morning will be a bit more fitting for the original category. Enjoy!

Hotel Bar Meetup: Saturday Morning

Vixen

The smell of hot coffee hits my senses first. It pulls me from a deep sleep that was dreamless and restful. My eyes crack to the bright sunlit room of mid-morning, and I see the object of my olfactory pleasure. Without thinking I reach out and grab the steaming cup and bring it to my lips. I take in my hotel room, which looks basically the same as it did the day before other than my clothes strewn across the floor. I notice there are no men's clothes accompanying them. A momentary sadness creeps in before my auditory senses catch up; the shower is running.

Practically giddy I put the coffee down and wrap the sheet around me for a closer inspection. The door is already slightly cracked open and I peer inside just a bit. The room is steamed up, but I can still see his silhouette behind the frosted glass shower door. How can watching a guy scrub shampoo out of his hair be this sexy? My eyes are greedy and look him up and down. His back is turned to me at the moment and I can make out broad shoulders and tanned skin that taper down to a well muscled ass that is begging for me to squeeze it.

When he turns I am not even the least bit concerned about being caught. I brazenly open the door more and take in every bit of him. While I'm practically drooling I hear a sudden, "I didn't give you permission to be in here now." which sends me jumping out of my skin and retreating with my tail between my legs.

Embarrassment creeps into me and I feel my face reddening. He has a point, I guess I just assumed that because of last night that he wouldn't mind me looking at his naked body. Way to set women's rights back by about a century by assuming consent, you idiot! Embarrassment quickly turns to shame and I am ready to profusely apologize when I hear the water shut off and he comes into the room with a towel draped haphazardly around his waist.

There are beads of water still streaming down his torso and under the towel. His hair is soaked and tousled every which way. My mouth literally opens at the sight. When my senses return I slowly trail my eyes back to his face and he is looking at me with... disappointment? I wasn't expecting that and my nerves are rearing their ugly heads again. Thankfully before I start to spiral, he commands the room with that damn voice.

"Do you need a reminder of the rules for the weekend, Vixen?" is the ice breaker to our now rapidly chilling morning. I can't help but feel like a child being reprimanded. Looking up through my eyelashes I nod my head at him, appearing the ever-ashamed-of-my-behavior young lady.

Shifting into a business mood, he walks confidently to the table and hands me a piece of paper I hadn't even noticed before. I begin to read the lines, but as I start he begins to rattle each listed sentence off one by one without missing a beat:

"Rule number five - If at any point either party feels uncomfortable, unsafe, or in need of something not being given, he or she may use the safe-word, as established before the time of the meeting, without further question. The safe-word being?" he was prompting me, but I was engrossed in the document and missed it. Apparently I annoyed him. A very commanding, "Vixen!" breaks through the momentary distraction and I practically stand at attention.

"I'm sorry, Dom! Yes the safe-word; it's 'yellow' for slow down, and 'red' for quit immediately. I remember." tumbles out of my mouth. My eyes are glued to his now, and I can see I have somehow disappointed him again. What did I do this time? My mind spins thinking of what egregious sin I committed now. He must see the panic in my eyes and he throws me a lifeline.

"Sir." is his lifeline of choice. My forehead wrinkles and I'm at a loss. Did he just call me sir? A slight movement of his mouth that was too quick for me to determine if it was the beginning of a smile or not flashes in an instant. "When you are done speaking to me, you will refer to me as sir unless told otherwise. Rule number three." After this recited rule I glance down to the paper and find rule number three. He nailed it.

"Rule number four; Sub will only do things with permission of Dom. This is not limited to sexual things, but anything she may need throughout their time together." His voice could never be called robotic, but it definitely adopts a sort of official quality to it when he recites the rules. It almost sounds like he is used to addressing people with clear cut, black and white lines that are not to be crossed. Maybe he's a lawyer or something?

We went over these rules before the meetup was agreed upon, and they are coming back to me now. When I lower the paper I say with confidence, "I remember now, sir. Rule two is-"

"Do not interrupt me!" is said with a bass timber that has me whimper a bit. I can feel tears sting my eyes as the realization of the humiliation hits and I will them to go away by biting on my lower lip. My eyes instinctively lower and I look at his bare feet and muscular calves. I'm messing up so much it's embarrassing, and that stupid voice inside of my head goes into you're in over your head again.

As a single tear rolls down my cheek a finger presses under my chin and lifts my face to look into his eyes. He looks more tender now. With command and kindness somehow wrapped into one single voice he states, "Rule number two, do not ever give your dom reason to not trust you. And finally, rule number one: always trust your dom. Without trust this will never be what it was meant to be." I never knew reciting rules of bondage and submission could be so romantic. The idea is bizarre and very new to me, but somehow the rules of trust make this whole idea akin to something like marriage vows.

"Yes, sir." whispers out of me and up to him. He is satisfied with my response, and drops my chin slightly to walk back to the bathroom. I'm left there feeling a bit confused, but when he returns seconds later he is holding a brown paper bag that clearly has something inside.

"Let's begin, my little Vixen." is accompanied by a smirk and a devious look in his eyes.

Dom

She is very new to this world. A more experienced submissive would have had those rules memorized exactly as I had written them to her by the very next day. But I wasn't looking for experienced; not this time. I wanted someone new to this world of pleasure. I haven't trained many women for bondage and submission, but when I have it is always a memory that sticks out in my mind as incredibly arousing.

Last night was a release that was needed. I'm afraid my casualness for the evening may have thrown my little vixen off of what was really in store for the weekend. Time to get her back on track. I have had subs in the past mistake my care for them for romantic feelings. That has a tendency to ruin things. This isn't romantic in the traditional sense of the word, but is deeply satisfying on more than just a sexual level. The two things get confused in these relationships fairly often when the Dom is an actual Dom and not some jackass who just gets off to being cruel to women.

I've seen plenty of those too and they make me sick. This woman in front of me, eager to please me, and eager to learn deserves better treatment than that of an innocent being shamed for having sexual desires by a boy pretending to be a man. When I found her online I knew I had to be the one to show her this world, and the thoughts of all of the things I plan to teach her this weekend makes me hard every time I think about them.

Lesson one: choice is everything. I smirk to myself with the brown bag in my hand. I turn my back to her and lay each item from the bag onto the dresser at the front of the room. Happy with my assortment I beckon her forward with just a come hither of one finger.

When she raises from the bed the sheet wrapped around her body, I can see the shape of her; she does not disappoint. She's curvier than I know she likes, but I will never understand why. The fullness of her hips and ass make her look like something decadent and tempting. Like licking chocolate batter off of a spoon. Her legs are long and lean, making her above average height for a woman. This has me thinking of different positions my tall frame can't always do on shorter women; like bending her at the waist and taking her from behind without having to prop her against anything or lift her the whole time. Finally those insanely full breasts that have more bounce in them than should be legal for natural tits. I can't help my inner teenage boy from showing up when her tits are outlined so perfectly by the white sheet; I just wanna bury my face in those flies through my mind.

Bringing myself back to the current situation I let her step up to the dresser and see what's in front of her. I giver her a second to take in all three objects before I start to explain, "Remote control vibrator, collar with lead, and nipple clamps. Vixen, you will be picking one of these to start your morning with me." Her timid and pretty face looks up at me with a puppy-dog look to her. She doesn't know which one to pick and is intimidated. I have to remind myself how new she is, and to be patient with my budding flower.

"You will use all of them at some point this weekend unless you say otherwise. I'm letting you decide what you want to feel when we leave the room this morning. The vibrator will be comfortable physically, it's the mental instability of not knowing when I may push the button that will have you on edge. But you will definitely cum fastest with this one." She needs to understand what each will do for her, and I can tell by her focused look back at the objects that she is hearing what I am saying and taking it all into account.

"The collar and lead are rather self-explanatory. Watching light humiliation on porn is something you said often made you wet in our chats together. I thought you could try some of your own this weekend. This is another mental one that puts your brain into excited mode while simultaneously evoking an emotion that is more complex. It can lead to more trust between us, which intensifies pleasure." Based on her face alone I can tell she is not sure what to think about the collar, I'm guessing it'll get pushed to later.

"The third and final are the nipple clamps. Mixing pain with pleasure also intensifies pleasure. This one will cause discomfort at first, but you will eventually get used to the feeling. When I take them off of you it will be damn near torturous and I will make sure it's when you're on the edge." Her eyes widen at that, but her stare continues onto the objects. I patiently watch her as she scans them back and forth; decisions are not to be rushed.

My smile can not be avoided when her fingers brush over the bullet vibrator and she looks up at me for approval. I can barely hear her when her voice softly whispers, "I want to try the remote controlled vibrator this morning, Dom." The sweetness of her voice combined with the innocence is unnerving. I almost feel like some villain deflowering the innocent maiden. My kind of story.

Vixen

The feel of him being visibly pleased with me is like a drug at this point. It became that way before we met up. He is sparing with his compliments, which makes them all the sweeter. The smile on his face is a compliment to beat all others. It makes me feel warm all over, and a small shiver wracks up my spine at the thought of all of the things coming next.

"Shower and bathroom first. Drink your coffee as you get ready and make sure to eat too. I will be back in exactly forty minutes. You need to be completely ready by then. Hair, makeup, and the dress I left in the bathroom." He is back to his matter-of-fact kind of mode, and I'm left a bit dazed. I most certainly expected to be having sex first thing this morning, and now he is leaving!

Without another word he gathers the items into the bag and heads back to the bathroom. I start drinking my coffee and open the tiny refrigerator to find some yogurt and bananas. When I start eating the bathroom door opens and he comes out in his dark, tailored navy pants and white linen shirt. He is somehow casual and powerful all at once; This man is a damned enigma with all of the different personalities he can pull off all at one time! He looks over to me then and repeats, "Exactly forty minutes. Do not make me wait, Vixen." before walking out of the door and into the hall.

Taking quick bites of banana and spooning overly full spoonfuls of yogurt into my mouth I make my way to the bathroom. I make short work of the shower, and daily morning routine essentials. He once told me he doesn't like a lot of makeup on a woman, 'it makes her look fake' had been his reason. So I just put on a touch of liner and mascara. On my lips some basic tinted lip balm. Then I tame my mane so that I have the messy beach waves to compliment my natural beauty desired affect.

The outfit he left is very surprising. It's another skin tight dress, but this one is a little longer and long-sleeved to have a more day-time, casual affect to it. It looks like something a wealthy woman would wear. Definitely a lawyer or something to afford clothes like this. My favorite part by far are the knee high brown boots with a heel. The bra is simple, and my size. He forgot to lay out panties for me, so I grab a thong from my bag. Once I'm dressed I look in the mirror and am shocked to see sophistication and style looking back. Definitely out of your comfort zone now, huh?

Finally I hear the click of the door and Dom enters the room. He has a sport coat on now, and his hair is styled. My God he is beautiful! I'm once again amazed that someone as impressive as him wants to spend his weekend shacked up with me. Not that I think I am hideous, or don't know that I'm attractive, but Dom is next level. It's pretty obvious now that he has some expensive tastes that only someone in a different tax bracket than me could become used to. He is going to figure out so quickly that you are not worthy of him intrudes into my psyche and I'm trying hard to block it out. Dom is ready to get things started, and my ridiculous neuroses are not on the invite list to today's new fun.

"Lie on the bed." he tells me. I lie down on the bed as he asks, and he approaches me with the bullet vibrator in his hand.

"Open your legs for me." I do as he says. Exposing myself to him so brazenly has me more aroused with each tantalizing moment. When he looks down, disappointment flashes in his eyes again at what he sees and I find myself confused.

"Did I tell you to wear panties?" he asks with intense focus. I'm so caught off guard I can't speak, so instead I just shake my head at him without ever breaking eye contact. He lowers his hand to them and hooks his fingers beneath the material in the crotch. With one swift movement the panties come off with a rip. The underside of the garment digs into my skin sharply for a moment, but his point is well received: no underwear unless he tells you to. Check. When he clears the garment of my body completely his gaze gathers to my upper thighs, and travels up further and further. His eyes are practically branding me they are so intense on my skin. Him tearing my underwear from my body was so primal I become aroused again, and a whimper comes out of my mouth while he takes in my bare body.

He runs his fingers up and down my thighs and the bed dips as he takes a knee at the end of the mattress. I'm focused on his face. I want to be a good sub for him and not disappoint anymore than I already have, so I try hard to center my mind. Trust your dom. Read his face for clues about what he wants next. Pay attention. Don't get distracted. The dialogue inside of me is running so fast that I'm starting to feel like a kid learning to drive with my checklists of what to do next. Somehow he notices.

"Stop thinking." he says to me as he flicks me gently in the inner thigh to get my attention. It didn't hurt at all, but grabbed my attention. "You're in your head too much. Let me guide you. You just enjoy the feelings you experience." He is advising me on how to enjoy pleasure, and while I'm grateful I just don't know that I'm capable of 'shutting my brain off'.

"I don't know how to stop thinking." I say to him meekly. I hate how small I feel when he is around. Or do you love it? That damn voice inside speaks up again. He smiles slightly and brings himself up to my face.

"Open your mouth." is his next command. I want to do this right, so I obey instantly. The bullet vibrator appears and he gently pushes it past my lips and teeth and into my mouth. "Get it wet." is said to me and my brain hyper focuses on the job at hand. I twirl my tongue around the object as much as I can and the saliva gathering in my mouth makes it a quick job. This simple task is so arousing that I can feel wetness gathering in my pussy.

He takes the vibrator from my mouth and inspects it. "Good girl." is given back to me while he climbs back down to the foot of the bed. I feel the blunt end of the toy at my opening before it pushes past and finds it way inside of my pussy. It's not big, but I can tell it's there. This almost seems anti-climactic for how excited I had been seconds ago. Once it's nestled inside of me comfortable, Dom gets up off the bed and pulls me up by my hands. When I'm standing I smooth out my outfit and wait for him to tell me what to do next. Maybe you're not so bad at this after all.

He looks at me and says, "You ready to begin our day?". I smile back and nod. When he face gets a little more serious, I remember my rules.

"Yes, sir. I'm ready to begin." comes out with more confidence than it should have. Don't get cocky, you've barely started. And with that he ushers me out the door.

Dom

First stop is a women's lingerie shop I've frequented over the years with various partners. I like dressing my subs the way I want them. If they're mine they're going to play the part correctly. But again, choice is important.

I have yet to push the button and I know the anticipation is starting to get to her. Good. Keep her mind focused on pleasure and not spiral into her anxieties. I knew she would be full of nerves, and I want to make sure to keep her in the present.

When the driver pulls up to the store I walk around and open her door. She climbs out and that beautiful body is back on display in her skin tight dress. I know heads are turning to look at us and my chest puffs out with pride. They can all look, but only I can touch.

The shop is full of displays and frilly things to make women more comfortable, which is one of the reasons I brought her here. I allow her the time she needs to look around while the salesgirls all make a fuss. They keep asking her questions and bringing things to her. She looks back for my approval every time, which I enjoy. Once a nice assortment of things are chosen she is given a dressing room. Sitting on the plush velvet sofa in the waiting area I ask one of the sales associates over. She is a young thing with a blond ponytail and brown eyes. Not much for curves, but still pretty enough. Clearly trying to impress me she makes a show of walking with her hips swaying from side to side. I tell her exactly what I need her to pull for my vixen and send her away.

When I hear a slight groan from the other side of the curtain I tell her to step outside so I can see. She peeks her head through and smiles shyly, "Could you come over here so I can show you?". I don't want to do too much too fast, but we are in a store surrounded by other women who see this shit everyday, even a patient dom has his limitations.

"Do as you were told, Vixen." comes out of my mouth with little room for argument. She bites her lower lip then the way she does when she feels like she's done something wrong. I see that nervous habit of playing with her gold necklace start up. I'm about to make another command and tally a punishment onto her list when the curtain opens up a bit more. She steps into the light of the store with a transparent light blue, baby doll negligee. I immediately hate it. Those have their place, but not anywhere in my weekend. They are mainly for women who are afraid to show off their bodies, and my vixen is going to learn to show off her gorgeous curves for me. I shake my head and she heads back into the dressing room.

A few more similar cases go by, and I am starting to lose faith in the salesgirls. When Vixen goes back into the dressing room again the blonde ponytail girl comes back. I look at the things I asked her for and tell her to put two of them in a bag for me, and take the third one to my girl.

Knocking on the side panel of the dressing room I ask Vixen for permission to enter. Her answer takes longer than I care for, and I'm growing impatient. When she finally says 'come in' I am expecting some new disappointing number to be draped over her body. The surprise shows on my face all over again.

Vixen is kneeling on the floor in the spacious fitting room, eyes down, and hands on her knees with her palms facing up. This is a typical sub move, but has to be taught and was not something I thought she would have in her wheelhouse at this point in the game. She is wearing a black bra with peek-a-boo cut outs for her nipples to come through. The matching panties are black with ribbons tying them in place on the sides. Another surprise for me from my girl I think to myself beaming with pride.

I close the curtain and lay down my surprise on the bench behind me. I lean down and whisper "good girl" in her ear as I simultaneously push the button on the bullet vibrator. She jumps slightly, but doesn't make a sound other than a quick intake of breath. Her eyes are still pointed at the floor, but I can see her drawing in big breaths to keep from panting.

I take her face in my hand and lift her gaze to meet mine. She deserves praise for this move. "Everything about this pleases me, Vixen. Would you like a reward?" I say to her just loud enough for her to hear.

"Yes, sir. I would like a reward, please." manages to escape her beautiful pouted lips. I take off my jacket and hang it on the wall. When I come back to her she is panting with her eyes closed, but is still on her knees with her hands as I left them. What a fucking beautiful sight she makes. I unzip myself and stand in front of her with my erection still in my pants.

I know she is waiting on instruction like a good girl, so I make sure to give her what she needs in a quiet, but demanding voice. "You have to stay completely quiet or this will turn off." I say holding up the remote control. She nods her head and her tongue comes out to wet her lips. The innocent move draws out something primal in me and I need those lips wrapped around my cock. I know I need to give her more instruction, but my mind is ready to move on to the next thing. Quickly I tell her, "You are going to suck me off in this dressing room. Use your mouth and your hands on me until I cum. If you're a good girl and don't make any noises I will let you cum too." Her eyes widen and she smiles slightly. I love that this arouses her.

She told me once the idea of getting caught is a turn-on, but she hadn't really been brave enough to try. I'm going to give you exactly what you want, Little Vixen. I walk closer to her and stand there giving her time to react.

Raising herself onto her knees she starts by looking up at me one last time for approval, then reaches her hand out and touches my hard cock through the fabric of my pants and underwear. Even that sends a shiver up my spine. What spell does this woman have on me? I'm never this close to the edge all the time.

Vixen

I don't know what has come over me, but I like this new woman. She is so brave and sexy, but without Dom I would never do these things. His cock has me practically drooling when I reach out to touch. The vibrations inside of me are becoming steady and I'm able to move despite them. I can't bring myself to tease with all of these things happening at once, I'm just not on that level. So I unbutton his pants and roll them down along with the Calvin Klein's. Even his underwear are more upperclass than yours I think again about my not measuring up.

That's when I see myself in the mirror and see that I am stunning! The risque lingerie and the current position make me look like someone in a magazine performing rather than a woman out of her league who doesn't know what she's doing. I have found new confidence and I want to show my dom what I can do.

I release his cock and let it spring to life in front of me, and then I start at the base with the flat of my tongue and drag it up the length of him. His head falls back and he lets out a groan. Guess the quiet rule doesn't apply to him.

When I get to the tip of his cock I circle my tongue around his head. There is precum there and the taste on my mouth sends me into a frenzy. I make sure to get as much saliva out as I can and I take him into my mouth as far as he will go. Once he's in my mouth I hollow out my cheeks and suck him hard. My eyes trail up to his and he is looking down at me with his teeth bared. That primal look is the stuff of every woman's fantasy.

His hands find their way into my hair and a slight tug pulls me back and has him out of my mouth. Then he guides me back and onto him again. He creates the rhythm of me going back and forth on his cock. Once the speed picks up I feel a sudden jolt inside of me, and the vibrator kicks it up a notch too. My eyes close, so I can concentrate on not moaning.

I have to hold onto his thighs for purchase as he bobs my mouth up and down on his length. The vibrator changes again and now pulses of vibration shoot through my pussy every 2 seconds or so. I push off of his thighs for a moment, needing a breather. When my mouth comes off of his cock a long string of drool comes with it and connects me to him. Normally I would probably do something about that, but he seems to enjoy the view. I pant as quietly as possible in front of him while he looks down at me. So as not to keep him waiting I put my hand on his hard cock and start to work it back and forth. The drool covers him completely making it easy for my hand to stimulate him.

Still trying to catch my breath I lean in and flick my tongue out over his tip again and again while my hand does a gentle twisting move I picked up from a "how to give a blowjob" video I watched once. Seemed silly at the time, but it is certainly doing the trick now. His breathing is getting heavier too and his hands are finding their way back into my hair. Before taking him all in my mouth again, I run my tongue up and down the length of him again and again. His groans are turning more insistent, and I finally open and take his cock as far back as I can. His hand holds me there, keeping him seated far back in my mouth and bringing tears to my eyes. When he draws me back I gulp in air, and the tear runs down my face. This brings a half smile to his face which I find incredibly sexy. I take him far back into my mouth again to see if I can earn another.

This time when I am still with his cock invading my entire mouth, more tears come and I let them fall. The vibrator goes back to its high frequency again, and I almost collapse. He let's go of my head and I brace myself against him again. This time I set the pace and I bob back and forth on him while twirling my tongue at the tip over and over. One hand comes up and starts to cup his balls and fondle the way he has told me he likes. A quiet, "Fuck!" comes out of his mouth and I can tell he is close.

I hear a slight commotion outside that makes me think maybe we've been caught, but a strange part of me is excited by the fact. What are they going to do, kick out what I'm guessing will be their best paying customer of the day? The thought sends satisfaction to me in a way I never would've expected. Living a lifestyle I'm simply not used to is proving me a braver slut than I ever thought I could be. I smile up at him and take that amazing cock back into my mouth for more sucking. With tears streaming and hollowed out cheeks, he grabs the back of my head and pushes me down onto his length and I feel jets of warm liquid pour into my mouth. I swallow as much as I can, but I know some has escaped my lips.

When he pulls himself out of my mouth I run my tongue across my lips to catch the spill. This is the moment when the slightest moan comes out of me and he looks to me with one raised eyebrow and another devastating look.

He walks behind me then and I can see myself fully in the mirror. My nipples are hard and pink and dying to be played with. My face is covered in tears and saliva, and the bra that has yet to be purchased is covered in drool that fell from my mouth and his cock down to my waiting tits. He helps me up to a standing position, and the vibrator shifts slightly making me bend forward slightly and pant more. His hands come up from behind me and begin to fondle my breasts and play with my nipples. My sharp intake of breath through clenched teeth shows him how much more difficult he is making this little game and a devious smile crosses his face. He keeps up with his attention to my taut nipples and my toes curl. My thighs start to shake and I can hardly take it anymore.

Suddenly my thoughts are cut off by an intrusive knock on the wall. "Ahem. Sir, no men allowed in the dressing rooms. Store policy. We are going to need you to come out now!" I can't help the sudden disappointment in my face and his smile only widens.

A slight nibble on my ear lobe sends a shiver down my spine, and my eyes close. "Sorry, Vixen. Rules are rules." this is his parting gift as he exits the dressing room. I feel incredibly annoyed at this. I did everything I was told to do! He's the one that made noise and let them ALL know what was going on in here. I can feel myself starting to pout and take off the ridiculous lingerie. I notice what he left on the bench at that moment. Some red thing that I don't even care to try on at this point.

I start to reach over to it when the vibrator kicks it up a notch again. The pulses are quick, but powerful and have me on my knees all over again. This time when I look in the mirror I am alone, and completely naked. I look freshly fucked, and can see my thighs starting to shake slightly. The sight turns me on as much as I was before the interruption. I want to touch myself, but I'm afraid he won't approve. I roll my eyes at the turn of events; I know he is doing on purpose. I practically crawl over to the bench and start to try and put on the red lingerie.

The thing is so full of straps I'm not even sure how to put it on, but I make my best effort. By the time I actually get the damn thing into place the vibrator is back to a continuous low frequency vibration. I look at myself in the mirror and attempt to clean up my face and smooth my hair. The thing I'm wearing isn't even what I would call lingerie.

The red leather strap starts with a choker around my neck, which I can't fasten by myself so it is currently hanging loosely. It comes down onto my chest and separates into three thick straps; two of them drape down either side of my breasts before tucking underneath and meeting in the middle and the third one comes between to frame both of my tits and put them on display. The three straps continue down my body; one straight down my middle while the other two are placed more to the sides of my torso then the three meet below my navel and form into harnesses that circle my thighs. Another strap goes down from my neck to the center of my back where it stops to come around to the front to meet the other straps. I'm sure my ass is framed just like my breasts.

He can't possibly expect me to go out there in this! I grab the tight fit dress I had on at the start of the day and slip it over the leather straps. When I push the curtains back the vibrator turns up a notch again and he stares at me blankly. My knees press together and I'm caught in the door frame for a moment, holding onto the wall. I press my lips together and close my eyes to compose myself before I pad my bare feet across the carpet to him. I lean down to his ear and whisper, "May I please touch myself, Dom? I need to get off." I know my eyes are pleading and the damned vibrator starts again with the intense a rapid pulses. I intake a breath and hold onto his shoulders to keep from falling.

"Why aren't you wearing what I left for you?" is all he says back. I look around and find us to be alone and lift my dress to show him the red strap wrapped around my thigh. His face makes zero change, but when he looks up at me he seems disapproving. I get the message. He wants to see it on me, and didn't give me permission to put the dress back on yet. I bite my lower lip and slowly head back to the dressing room.

Just as I approach the door frame of the dressing room a low rumbled warning of "Vixen." comes from across the room. When I look over my shoulder at him he is all fierce man. He says calmly, "Show me what's under your dress immediately." I whimper a bit at the command. Getting caught doesn't seem to bother him. I take a deep breath and ignore the pulses coming from my pussy that are causing a deep shade of red to take over my chest and face. Without worrying about looking pretty while I do it I pull the dress over my head and reveal myself to him in the not-so-private space. He stands and makes his way over to me at the sight. When he is less than an inch from me he let's that devious smirk play across his face and hits a button he has hidden on his person.

I nearly fall to the ground the vibration is so strong. He ushers me back into the dressing room and orders me to touch myself with the curtain open. "Do not take your eyes off of me." is his final command as he turns his back and makes his way back to the plush couch.

The vibrator is making me crazy now. I dip my fingers down to my pussy as he watches from his front row seat. I get my index and middle finger wet and start to make tiny circles around my clit. The toy inside of me has gotten me closer than I realized and the slight touch has my body twitching in response. I won't last this way long.

The danger of someone walking into my view at any moment and seeing what I'm doing is at the forefront of my mind, but I can't bring myself to stop. I need to cum so badly and him watching me is making it so much more intense. I start to rigorously rub my clit back and forth with as much pressure as I can stand. Making sure that my eyes stay glued to the man in front of me my entire body starts to react to his presence. My back arches and my toes curl. My legs are shaking so hard I may just fall off of the bench. The vibrations are on that pulsing intensity and I can feel myself getting closer. When he switches to an even higher intensity I can't help myself and squeal into the room.

"Cover your mouth with your other hand." he commands me. I obey and watch him as his eyes focus entirely on my exposed pussy. The danger and the command and all of the sensations wrapped in between send me falling over the edge and off of a cliff. I'm cumming so hard my ass falls off of the bench and onto the plush floor, but I hardly notice. I lay there moaning into my own hand while stars dance behind my vision and my body arches into an impossible stance. By the time I come down from the orgasm, I feel completely spent.

I hadn't realized I closed my eyes until I'm laying there panting and I hear footsteps come near me. Oh my god, please be him and not a salesgirl. I open my eyes slowly to see a smirking Dom standing above me.

"Well done, Vixen. Time to go." is all he says. He stands me up and helps me out of the strappy leather. Then he helps me redress in the clothes I wore in and tells me to put my boots on while he pays. He grabs the red thing and the black bra and panties set still covered in my drool and makes his way to the front of the store.

Once he is gone I look in the mirror and smile. You really are a vixen, I think to myself with a devious smile of my own. As I finish putting on my other boot I can sense someone watching me. I look over to see a pretty, blonde thing looking at me with a wide smile. She comes over uninvited and whispers, "I like the way you look when you cum."

Shock and terror form in my guy immediately. When did she see? Oh my God, is this on camera? Will she show other people?! All the thoughts start going through my head on rapid fire. My face betrays my concern and she reaches a hand out to put a finger to my lips.

"Shhh. No worries. I can keep a secret." is whispered to me with a genuine, if not naughty, tone. My silence is all I can do to reply. She looks towards the front of the store where she can see Dom and looks back at me for one more whispered comment. "I hope to see you in that red harness again soon, pretty thing." and she plants a chaste kiss on my cheek and walks away.

This is by far one of the strangest mornings I have ever experienced. I walk over to Dom in a complete daze and wonder if he saw the exchange. Another older woman hands him three black bags with satin ribbon handles with a face of complete disapproval before we walk out the door.

As Dom ushers me into the back of the waiting car he tells me, "You did well in there, Vixen. I have so much more to show you today, though. Next we head to lunch and then back to the hotel for you to get some rest and try something very new."

The way he said that has my mind start to spin. Everything we have done so far has been new, what could possibly be next? The thought is both exciting and terrifying all at once.

He puts his arm around my shoulders and draws me in close. Low enough so the driver won't hear he says, "I have some toys back at the hotel you will need to try out before the main even tonight." Still a bit confused I look up at him with questions in my eyes.

With a smile he kisses my lips and then whispers directly into my ear, "I hope you have been training that ass the way I told you to, Vix. Otherwise this afternoon is going to be a lot more difficult than it has to be."

I draw in a breath and my whole body tenses. I guess the next lesson of this weekend is going to be anal play.