Kindly written by Gig
(a former cyber master and thoughtful man)
Prologue
Emily had known Patrick almost as long as she'd know Lindsey. But Lindsey's husband had always been in her shadow. A submissive to Lindsey's femdom. But lately, by winks and nudges and whispers, as Emily would fuck Patrick's arse with a strap-on under LIndsey's direction, they realised that it might be fun to swap. So they decided to have ``an affair" (if that concept still applies after Lindsey had watched Patrick fuck and spunk over Emily on numerous occasions). But of course, agreeing to a new Master is always an exciting risky affair.
At the Hotel
Emily arrived at the hotel and asked the receptionist to speak to Patrick. "Come up to my room" he said giving her his floor and room number. Emily waited for a second outside his door. It was not too late to go back and vanish - if she went in now, she was committed. "Oh what the hell, I didn't drive all this way to quit now", she thought as she knocked firmly on the door. Her throat, she realised was dry, but strangely she had a very warm, moist and tingly feeling lower down.
The door opened and a warm but friendly voice that she instantly recognised said "Hello Emily, so glad you could make it". She looked at him. He was smiling in a lazy way but his eyes were intensely focused on her, probing her mind. Yet she immediately realised, he was not looking for anything but her sincerity in committing to the game that they had discussed and which she had freely admitted would arouse her very much. This was going to be different, she realised at once from his gaze.
The man in front of her was a few years older and infinitely more experienced with women than the men she usually met, and from his relaxed and comfortable manner she knew he was totally at ease with both his and her unusual desires. She looked around the room, and felt him watching her, his slightly amused smile never leaving his face. The room was large and expensively furnished, but she could not see a bed - it must be a suite she thought, with a connecting room and indeed, there behind Patrick, was a door.
"You will get out what you put into this" Emily spoke to herself, and decided to fit into the role as best as she could. "I came as soon as I was able, Patrick" she said, "God this is a great place - I was not expecting anything like this, are you, uh.. you know....uh rich?"
"I will excuse that outburst Emily, because you are new to this and do not yet know how to behave yourself in my presence. I am glad you like the room, there are more surprises to come but do you not recall our agreement? Aren't you a little overdressed?"
Emily at once remembered that she was not to ask questions, or speak unless directly asked to, she remembered the rest of it also. At once she disrobed completely and stood, head held high in front of Patrick and softly whispered "I am here as you wished it. I am yours".
He came forward then smiling even more cupped her face in his hands and....very gently leaned forward, his face was serious now, and he held her eyes with an intense gaze, "For the next 2 days, you belong to me. You will do everything I say with a smile and without question. You will do it with me or anyone I choose. Man or woman". Instantly Emily flooded. "If you do not," he continued, " I will be the judge, jury and executioner of your punishments - do you agree, or would you like to back out now?"
"Uh, what kind of punishments?" she asked, her eyes widening in surprise. "Better you do not know, - it will help you to obey." Patrick said firmly and asked again, "Do you agree?"
Emily looked up at him, his face had not changed, but his eyes were even more intense with hunger for her complete and utter surrender. "Can I trust him that much?" she thought, her heart was pounding, her stomach was in a knot, but her womb felt very hot and she knew the tops of her thighs were damp. As if reading her mind he said "Don't be afraid....." then he smiled "...yet!" his eyebrows flicked upwards and his eyes were smiling again. Emily's cunt started to drip in earnest. She closed her eyes. "All or nothing" she thought, "all or nothing." Then straightening her shoulders, she looked him back squarely in the eyes and said clearly and firmly "I agree" and added softly, "Master". Lowering her eyes, she smiled (a small secretive smile) thinking "I hope he is as good as the promise so far".
"Welcome to my world, Emily" he said "please sit over there", indicating a very comfortable looking armchair. Emily sat up straight, demurely crossing her legs. "Not like that" he said sharply, " you must always sit low and throw your legs over the arms of the chair so I can see both your cunt and your arsehole clearly". Emily obliged at once, her cheeks glowing and reddening - "Shameless! You are a shameless hussy, Emily" she thought to herself, we have not even shaken hands or kissed and here I am showing a total stranger everything". "Well not a total stranger", she mollified herself, "his writing, had been she felt, clear, honest and sincere, - how often do you get that from the people you know and meet everyday?"
"Good - I think you will do nicely. May I offer you a drink, I have some champagne chilling, but you can have anything you like".
"Uh...champagne would be fine" she answered. Patrick went over to the sideboard where an ice bucket held an open green bottle captive. He returned moments later with two glasses filled with a light bubbly pale yellow liquid. He held out a glass to her, she reached for it but he held on to it just for a second as she tried to take it. "Apart from the bubbles - the colour should be very familiar to you my dear Emily". Emily at once knew what he meant, and wondered if this was real champagne or a "home grown" brew, carbonated in some way. She raised the glass to her mouth and tried to take a furtive sniff, but he was watching for it and laughed out loud "Drink up Emily this really is Dom Perignon - if I could make it myself I would own this hotel instead of merely renting a few rooms."
Emily sipped her champagne it was cold and delicious, just what she needed after the emotional currents of the first few minutes. In her shame (and great excitement) at adopting such an open position she had quite forgotten that her mouth was dry.
He was standing at the window looking out at the other wing of the hotel some fifty feet from them enjoying his drink. As she drank, she realised that he had not even bothered to look at her body yet; as if they had been lovers for such a long time that her nudity had lost any allure for him. I wonder when he will make his move and what it will be she thought.
(Later she learnt that he was eking out the moment to look at her all the better to enjoy it when it finally happened).
"How was your trip?" he asked. "Not bad, a little hot in this weather though, I had to drive with the window down. I got very sweaty." she answered. He refilled their glasses and sat down in the armchair opposite her. He sipped his drink and began to look at her. She felt herself flushing again and she could feel the blood filling her inner labia as they swelled up, she realised she was getting wet again. "Lift up your arms above your head he ordered. Emily placed her glass on the side table and raised her arms.
"Oh good, you have not shaven your armpits, I like that, I trust you obeyed your other instructions and have not used any deodorant or perfume?" "No" she said, embarrassed at his intrusion in her private toilette, but feeling hotter than ever because of it. "I think women smell best when they are clean and smell only of themselves." he said. His eyes rested on her tufts, she resisted the desire to put her arms down brought on by years of conditioning that female armpits were to be clean shaven. He took in the swell of her round breasts and as he watched, her nipples turned darker and hardened in expectation of what might come next. He smiled as her nipples showed off and looked at her eyes, "Nice" was all he said.
His gaze continued downwards, to the softness of her belly and then down to Y where her legs joined her body. She had depilated all her pubic hair as he had asked, it had been slightly painful but very erotic because even trough the pain she knew it was for his sexual preference and her subsequent arousal had helped to curb the pain. She could feel her cheeks getting hotter, she looked down, her chest was flushing now and her lower belly - she knew although she could not see that her cunt was wide open now, the lips fully out, glowing red and glistening with the fluid that was even now leaking out of her. It would not take much for her to come now. In fact if she could have just pressed her legs together and rocked slightly she knew she would come. she began to breathe faster as her heart suddenly started racing again.
"You have a lovely cunt Emily", he said "Are you internally clean in both holes?" Emily was too flushed to speak, she just nodded. Again, this massive invasion of her personal space - in her own hygiene - both humiliated her and inflamed her. He had been insistent that she flush herself several times with a large douche bag, both vaginally and anally. When she had asked why, he had simply said that he would like her to be clean everywhere as he himself would be for her.
"Well done Emily!" he said "you have presented yourself beautifully" Emily flushed with pride and happiness in pleasing her Master. "Now I will sample a little of you".
With that he stood up and came over to her and stopped two feet in front of her. Emily's breathing quickened, now he would undress and she would at last see what he had to offer, her eyes shone with eager anticipation.
"Not yet" he said, for the second time as if reading her mind. Instead, he kneeled in front of her, leaned over and kissed her forehead. Resting his lips lightly where her hairline began. He breathed in the scent of her. Her hair smelled of summer flowers. He moved again, kissing her eyebrows, she closed her eyes, his mouth closed over her eye and his warm wet gentle tongue licked her eyelid from the corner of her eye to the nose, his mouth continued to the other eye and traced a path down the bridge of her nose. Emily gasped, she could not help herself, this was new to her. His mouth hovered over her lips, reflexively her lips parted as she sought his kiss. He moved back slightly however and again used the tip of his tongue to trace the outline of her lips as if he were applying lip liner.
"I need stronger contact than this - I am too keyed up, I must have release soon" Emily thought to herself, but knew better than to start anything herself. His mouth continued in a downward path to her chin and then he licked her throat. A little more pressure this time, using the whole of his tongue to wet her neck with long slow strokes that went from her chin to the top of her breastbone. Emily groaned out loud, she could no more prevent the sound escaping than stop breathing.
At her groan he stopped and looked at her "Sooooon," he soothed "soon". Emily saw his head go down and sideways. He was kissing her right shoulder now, and then she could feel him breathing in her armpit. He was smelling her. "Oh god, like an animal, like a dog" she thought. She herself revelled in the odours of sex, but she was usually in throws of passion then, yet he was so calm and collected, almost.... clinical, again she felt the pangs of humiliation, being treated like some savoury dish that a gourmet might send back if it offended him. "What if after all this he does not like the way I smell?" she worried.
The thought was dispelled immediately, as yet another overwhelming new sensation engulfed her. His mouth had descended on her hairy armpit, completely enclosing it , his tongue was licking her pit while at the same time his lips were exerting the most amazing suckling pressure on her tender and virgin skin. She was usually ticklish there, but the suddenness and ardour of his sucking and licking imparted an altogether different sensation - one of immediate heat. She felt herself melt at this sensation - it was so delicious, so sexy so.. sooo..dirty!. She could hear him breathing heavily now, he was obviously enjoying this, revelling in the texture and taste of her essence.
He switched sides quickly and without speaking. Her left armpit was getting the same treatment. Emily noticed that in his excitement his crotch was now pressing on her mound. She felt his hard cock even through his clothing. She arched her back up to gain more pressure. Immediately he pulled back. He looked at her and his face came closer to her. His mouth and chin were glistening with a mixture of her sweat and his saliva. He brought his face closer, she could smell her natural scent on his lips. His lips twitched in a wicked smile and a strange glint came into his eye. Gently he used his fingers to pry open her mouth, his mouth came closer until she could feel the breath from his nose on her lips. She pushed out her tongue a little tentatively, inviting him for a kiss. Instead, he smiled and opened his mouth. Boobi's eyes flew open in surprise. Her mouth filled up with the juices he had collected from his sucking efforts, the sweet taste of his saliva mixed with the spicy exotic flavour of her own sweat. Before she could do anything his mouth closed over hers. His tongue went deep into her mouth whilst hers tried to twine itself around his. Her mouth was now full now but she could not swallow, she relaxed and her tongue fenced with his sometimes pushing his back into his mouth, or falling back at his renewed onslaught. Suddenly, to her surprise he was sucking their shared fluids back into his mouth, she swallowed what was left, and watched while he swallowed his share.
"Wow" she said, "wow" and fell back on the chair. She had never been this aroused before and he had yet to touch her real treasures.
"Let me refresh our drinks" he said, standing up and suddenly leaving her feeling a little alone. "Now you understand my little fetish about underarm hair?" Emily nodded, she was a little surprised at how much it had turned her on and the fact that she had not yet experienced it.
Patrick returned with the champagne bottle. "Are you hungry? Its eight o'clock now - we should really be getting ready for dinner you know. I thought we would eat in the formal dining room downstairs."
"I feel very aroused and languorous, I don't want to break the mood. Oh, couldn't we order room service?" Emily asked.
"Oh no, we can't do that" Patrick laughed, "but be sure you are not going to lose the mood. I promise you that." Again Emily saw that glint in his eyes and that wicked smile on his face where one corner of the mouth turned momentarily down. "Uh oh, he is up to something" she realised to herself "Let's see just how prepared he is."
"I have not packed anything to wear to a posh dinning room....." she began.
"Not to worry, I have just the thing" retorted Patrick, "See if you like it". Saying this, he disappeared into the other room - carefully obstructing her view of what might lie within, she noted. He reappeared with three gift wrapped boxes one large and one smaller and one no bigger than a key fob. "These two are for you" handing her the two larger packages, "open them" he said, his eyes dancing with merriment.
"It's getting dark" Emily stalled. "OK, I'll put on the lights" he said moving to the light switch. "Uh, just a moment" Emily said, "let me draw the curtains - you know we can see right into the rooms across the way, they will be able to see us". "Good, let them" said Patrick, switching on the lights. Emily froze, from across the way, anyone could now see her in all her naked glory. She shivered at the thought and then got all hot again.
"Open the larger parcel first" Patrick suggested. She did. In it was the most gorgeous red and black silk dress she had seen. As she unfolded it she thought, "how do I explain this to hubby?". The dress was sleeveless. Ordinarily, she would never have gone to a fancy do in a sleeveless without shaving her underarms first. But she knew that that was exactly what Patrick had in mind - the bastard, he wanted her to feel awkward and humiliated in the company of snobbish strangers, that was why he had picked this hotel instead of another. She resolved to carry it off as if she were a princess - get one over him!
"Shall I put it on?" she asked. "Not yet, it would get crumpled" he flashed another of his wicked smiles. "Open the other packet first." Patrick said.
Although small the packet was heavy and rattled slightly as if it contained several objects. "Jewellery?" she asked. "Some of it is" Patrick said, " Sort of". She opened the packet and her eyes widened again.
In the packet were two silver balls slightly smaller than snooker balls but joined by a string, an object she almost recognised as being "butt plug" but having a trailing thin electrical wire, a heavy gold plated chain with clamps at either end a soft leather G-string with a small one inch protrusion on the inside of the gusset which also had a thin trailing electrical wire. Emily was a little wary, "What are these things" she asked.
"Assume the position on the armchair and I will explain" said an amused Patrick.
Again Emily assumed the open to all comers humiliating position. Even as she saw Patrick come towards her with the box, she felt her cunt start dripping again. He kneeled beside her and gently brushed her breast with the palm of his hand. Her nipples at once reacted and stiffened. "This" said Patrick "is a nipple chain. It fixes to each nipple with these clips and the weight of the chain tugs on the nipple slightly as you walk. It creates a constant awareness in you of your slave status. It does not hurt much after the initial pain of fastening is gone, but does keep your nipples nicely in anticipation of pleasure." Carefully he fastened each end to her nipples. Emily sucked in her breath sharply as the first clamp dug into the soft tender flesh, but otherwise made no sound. The second did not hurt so much because she was expecting it. Strangely the mild discomfort made her even more moist.
"Good" he said, "now these are Ben-wa balls and this is commonly called a butt plug, and this leather G-string is a special order made for me. I will insert them soon, but first we must make sure you are perfumed correctly." So saying his fingers finally brushed against her cunt. It was so moist that he was immediately able to slip two fingers into the hot depth of her vagina. He twisted his fingers around inside her and her hips bucked against his hand. "Easy now, easy, the time is not yet, this is just preparation." He said as he withdrew his fingers. She saw that his fingers were very wet and here and there covered in the slightly thicker white cream of her arousal. Slowly, watching her all the time, he brought the fingers up to his nose and inhaled. "Wonderful" he said, just wonderful". Then he tilted her head back and applied the fresh sticky cream to the pulse spots on her neck as if applying the most expensive perfume. He had saved some for her face and applied a little to her cheeks but most to her upper lip area, just under her nose. It was as if he knew that Emily got very hot when she could smell her own cunt cream. Emily's head fell back, she closed her eyes and her arousal reached yet another plateau as she smelled herself. Patrick leaned forward and breathed in from around her neck and mouth. "Yuma", he said, "but its a little too subtle and faint - we need to add some heavier base notes to strengthen this".
His fingers trailed down her body again and back went one finger into her cunt. This time he turned and twisted it to get a liberal coating. Then to her surprise, he gently inserted his cunt lubricated finger into her arsehole. Emily loved being anally stimulated and loved his gentle approach. Her sphincter relaxed and suddenly his whole finger was inside her. Slowly he moved his finger in and out of her tight hole. Removing it, he sniffed it carefully, "Ah," he said with approval, " well done, a nicely anal scent without any trace of shit - now you know the need for douching" Emily who loved anal play, but disliked shit, was grateful she had not skimped on the ablutions. Again he applied her own scent to the same areas on her neck and face. As Emily breathed, she realised that she smelt powerfully of sex and yet she had had none to speak of! Her own smells and the anticipation began to get to her again.
Emily saw him lift up the Ben-wa balls and put each one in his mouth, lubricating them with spit. She guessed where they were to go and was not wrong. She gasped as the first cold ball was carefully inserted into her, shortly followed by the other. She could feel them move inside her creating little waves of pleasure but they settled into position and when they stopped moving , she could see no point in them. (She would learn soon).
Patrick picked up the butt plug and inserted it first into her cunt where due to its small size it slipped in easily. Emily was surprised that he had out it there - but it was only temporary, he was merely lubricating it before slowly and gently inserting it into her anus. The plug was conical and tapered towards the end so her sphincter could hold it in comfortably, the square end at the base prevented it from going in all the way.
"Now, please sit up slowly" said Patrick. Emily moved upright and gasped sagging slightly, she had sat up naturally and the sudden movement had made the Ben-wa balls inside her gyrate and dance madly filling her with almost orgasmic waves of pleasure. "I said - slowly, you must listen and you must obey, Emily" said Patrick, "Now again slowly, very slowly stand up." This time Emily stood up slowly, the balls created another rush to her senses but she was expecting it and because of her slower movements the effect was pleasant rather than mind blowing.
"OK, almost there" said Patrick, "step into these". He held open the leather thong for her to step into. Gingerly Emily lifted first one leg then the other into the G-string. Patrick pulled them up for her and fastened the ends carefully around her midriff. Emily realised that the strange protrusion inside the thong was right up against her clitoris. Carefully Patrick made sure that the two trailing wires from the thong and the buttplug did not chaff against Emily's thighs.
Emily stood up straight and looked out of the window. Most of the curtains in the opposite side of the hotel were closed but in two places she saw faces at the window which she was sure were looking at her.
"You can put on your dress now" he said. Emily took a natural step towards the dress and almost collapsed again from the rolling waves of pleasure that the churning balls created. "Must remember to move slowly" she promised herself. She slowly pulled the dress over her. It had a plunging neckline that almost revealed her nipple chain, but not if she did not lean forward. If she did lean forward, anyone in front or to her side would see her whole breast and the chain. "Careful how you move and sit, honey" she thought to herself as she stepped into her shoes.
"Now what are those wires, you said you would explain?" she asked.
"All in good time" Patrick winked back at her, " all in good time".
Gallantly he offered her his arm and asked, " Shall we dine?"
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