Mary’s Story

©5/2000 by Master_G

Foreword

This work was written at the request of a sub I was cyber training who asked what our first meeting might be like. This story is the result of that request. This is fiction and should be treated as such. Each chapter was sent one at a time over a period of days with the intention of keeping her on the edge.

Chapter 1

We met over the Internet, sound blasé these days but I answered her post on D/s bulletin Board for a trainer. With all the people out there claiming to provide training, I was rather surprised when she choose me as her Mentor trainer.

I had cyber-trained subs/slaves before and this started off as a fairly standard training exercise for me. I did technical training for eight years where I work and this was no different. I had an outline I stuck to and really did not prepare the lessons but winged it as questions came up. This changed after the second lesson or so and I found myself preparing lengthy lesson well in advance. I wanted the best for this sub and tried very hard to prepare her for a real time master. I gave her the benefit of my experience and taught her how to protect herself and what to look for in a good Dominate.

Of the sub who called herself "submission" I can only say that I saw this woman’s natural submissive tendencies blossom under my tutelage Its hard to explain but she did. Soon she asked for my collar and I granted that. Soon she was experiencing the deep feelings of a slave orgasm. The email quickly graduated to real time chat and then phone calls. Listening to this woman beg for permission to cum was something that had to be experienced. We both desired a real time meeting but the distance and work schedules had never permitted this to happened. She was living in a small town in Pennsylvania and I was in the Dallas Area

The training continued until I could teach her no more by email. Many things about this sub were rare and priceless. During the release training for example she had got to the point where she would cum at a spoken word or printed word on the computer screen.. Her orgasms had graduated to the deep fulfilling orgasm of a slave and had made what she was feeling before pale by comparison.

Each exercise of the training she had enjoyed and excelled. She wore a light necklace full time now that served as a collar and donned a real one I had made for her when we talked on the phone or chatted. She was spending a great deal of her time in her apartment nude and collared now. She was reveling in her submission and new found womanhood

The equipment I support is always being improved and modified and upgraded. Because of this I end up going to a lot of training classes and meetings. Most of these are classes are local affairs but every once in while, when we get a new customer, I have to support them as well. I have to travel to their area and work with them to do things like software installations. These are usually one-day affairs and as they tend to co-locate their equipment with ours

One of these assignments came up and when looking at the location on a map, My heart skipped a beat or two at the realization that was only about 1 to 2 hours by car from submission. I reigned in my excitement as this was in the preliminary stage and in these days of tight budgets, grand plans made in the beginning often tend to get reduced to more inexpensive methods.

Over a period of weeks the plans did go through several radical changes. From travel to the site to a conference call back to travel and so on. Finally a trip I really wanted to make and I was sure it would never happen. The plans and times on this project dragged on. As usually happens with a project like these, it takes a dictator. Some one with monetary authorization to step in and start making decisions. A simple assignment that had dragged on for weeks was now being pushed at an executive level.

So fast were things happening now that I was actually surprised when an administrative assistant came to my desk at work and handed me a package that contained an itinerary, plane tickets and car and hotel reservations. This trip was going to happen. She was handing these packages out to the whole team that were involved in this project.. It usually meant traveling in a group, sharing rooms and cars and so on to save money but the trip was on.

I did some rather quick checking on the Internet and found another hotel close to the one where we were staying. A quick email to submission detailing what I had in mind and would she be interested in a real time meeting was sent. Could she arrange her schedule, take the necessary time off and more important would she be willing to make the meeting?

The response was a most enthusiastic YES.

This began a series of arrangements on my part. I reserved her a room at the other hotel, arranging my schedule and so on. The trip was still several days off and this gave me time to make plans. Instructions to submission were sent several times and revisions made as the plans and times on my end firmed up.

Finally the day of the trip arrived and I found myself getting on an airplane at DFW airport with more baggage than I usually carry for a quick trip like this. And also this time I checked in my baggage. I didn’t want to have to explain a number of the items in my bags. I did not want them to have to go through x-ray at the gate entrance. My entire toy bag with the straps and handcuffs and ropes and whip and other things we all in the bottom of my luggage.

The day went back quickly, first the plane trip then the inevitable delay getting the rental car and then the check in to my hotel. A very quick trip to the customer’s location for an afternoon meeting where what we were going to do the next day was detailed. A tour of the facility was given to us and we were shown where we would work the next couple of days. About 6 PM we were headed back to the hotel. I was about to head out for dinner when my page went off. A 3-digit number was all that was on the pager display, 143

She was at the hotel and this was her room number. A quick call to her hotel and I was able to talk to her. Yes, she had had a light dinner already and was waiting for me as commanded. I got the toy bag over one shoulder and managed to get out of the hotel with out bumping into my colleagues.

I stopped at a fast food place and got a burger on the way. I had arranged for a hotel within walking distance, as I did not want to have to explain why I needed the rental car. It was a short walk between the hotels and I found the trip a bit more difficult than usual as I had an erection that would not go away.

I entered her hotel through a side door. I arose no suspicion, I walked in like I owned the place. I was well dressed and only carrying one small bag. I could have been anyone just getting that last bag from the car and headed up to the room.

I had asked her to get a room on the first floor, as we were liable to be noisy. I much prefer the solid feel of concrete under my feet. Also the beds don’t creak as bad if on a solid surface. As usual the hotel was a maze of corridors and it took me a trip down a couple of them to find the one marked 120-160. After finding the sign and starting down the hall I just had to wonder how things would work out.

At the door to her room I paused and rooted through the bag to find a couple of the items I would want immediately. These I put in pockets then I grasped the handle of her room gently and tried it. This was of those new series of "Card key locks" that needed to be opened from the inside. When I had last done this, the sub had been commanded to leave the room door unlocked. This is not possible now with many of the newer style locks. Having the sub wait in a strange hotel room, with the door unlocked and awaiting her master for the first time can be an erotic, nerve-wracking experience. Every noise, every voice or footfall in the outside hall can cause her to tense and the sexual excitement to increase.

I gently knocked on the door and waited. The door was opened a crack and I put my foot in the door then waited. A full five seconds later I entered. This was to give her time to assume the position I had demanded. I then entered the room and slid home the deadbolt before turning around to see what awaited me.

We had of course shared pictures before the meeting and we knew each other looked like. I knew her immediately. She was kneeling in the little aisle between the bed and the hotel decor credenza that served as a dresser. She was kneeling back on her heels, head down, knees wide open, hands on thighs with the palms open and facing me. A perfect picture model of abject female submission.

I fully entered the room now and began to see my slave for the first time. She had made herself up as a beautifully as she could, and there was not a hair out of place on her new hairstyle. It was much shorter than I preferred and I had promised her a punishment on this, but for now I just reveled in the sight of her. The collar I had made for her was open and lying on the floor in front of her, waiting the moment of her enslavement.

After taking a few steps closer the smell of an aroused female assaulted my senses. The little wait I had imposed on her was having the desired effect. She was dressed only in a large hotel bath towel with the overlap tucked in between her breasts. I stood above her taking all this in and was once again impressed by her natural submissive tendencies. How could she more slave than at this moment?

I took another step towards her the bent a little and lightly took a handful of that short hair and pulled her head up to face me. The delightful shiver that shook her body told me that she was ready for this moment. Her face was a mixture of desire and fear, what would the next few hours bring.

Chapter 2

The urge to seize and rape this woman was almost overwhelming. By sheer strength of will did I stop myself and temporarily contented myself with grabbing her head with both hand and pulling her face to mine then raping her mouth with a kiss of a master. I offered no quarter and did not stop till I felt her body yield. I finally let her head go to find I had nearly removed the lipstick from her lips and had left the impression from my hands on her face and neck.

I sat down after this in one of the easy chairs a few steps from her and watched her return to her former kneeling positions. I let her wait a minute or so while I decided how to proceed.

I pointed to the collar. "Fetch the collar in your teeth and crawl to me" I finally said. She would wear my collar, before I did anything else. She went to all fours and was able to grab the large center ring of collar after a try or two and crawled to my chair with the collar in her mouth. I held out my hand and she placed it there with just a little difficulty. I left her on all fours for the moment.

"Submission" I finally barked, Will you now accept my collar and what it means, to belong to me Mind body and soul? To become my slave and all that it means?"

She hesitated a second or two but finally spoke in a low even voice, "Yes I am prepared to accept you collar, to give myself to you, not as you sub within the limits we have negotiated."

She waited another second or two composing her thoughts then spoke again. "I have wanted you as my Master for a long time, I submit myself to you body and mind for as long as you will have me."

I took the collar at that point and collared her and not gently. I tightened the collar as tight as it would go. I wanted her to feel the consequences of her action and know that it was my hand that collared her. When I was done she looked up at me. The look on her face was full of awe and something else I could not define, satisfaction, fear, desire? I did not know but discovering my slave in real life was going to be enjoyable.

"You are my slave submission, stand" while she did this I was reaching into my pocket for the handcuffs I had slipped in my pocket while in the hall. As she stood I gripped one hand and spun her around by one hand, and pinioned her arm behind her back. Then cuffed that trapped wrist. While holding that cuffed wrist I told her to put the other hand behind her back and cuffed it to the other.

In my desire to put my bonds on her I had not waited a moment more than necessary to handcuff her. As soon as this was done I pushed her to the bed on her belly and then whipped out a short piece of rope from my pocket and bound her ankles together. Now the only thing wrong was the fact the she was clothed.

A quick yank on the towel fixed that she was now collared, bound and nude on the bed, There was nothing between us now but leather and bonds that I had placed on her. After all this time, I was finally able to touch and see and smell what I had only imagined. I sat down on the bed near her head and grabbed that short hair and positioned head so I could see my slave’s face. She was smiling and if I had describe the look on her face I would say it was contented.

I began to caress her back and arms to see what would happen, she just closed her eyes to soak up the sensation of my touch. After all of this time, after all of the chat and cyber sex we were actually touching. I knew this one enjoyed it rough and would do some of that latter but for now I wanted to learn my slave’s body. I let my hand wonder down to her ass and opened the ass cheeks.

The anus was a brown little thing that yielded to my finger after only a token struggle. I kneaded both buttocks to get a feel of shape and size and their muscle tone. They were lovely and would take a lash well. A very quick spank to both cheeks left a very nice handprint in red against the whiteness of her smooth skin. Soon they would bear the marks of my lash but not yet.

Next I wanted to see the rest of my slave. I got up and went to her feet grabbed them and flipped her over from her belly to her back. It took her a few seconds for her to get comfortable or at least settled with her hands cuffed behind her. But know she was exposed to me had she had never been before. The breasts were nice and firm with big nipples and her crotch was just showing a light growth of hair. The stubble was perhaps a week old. I had kept her shaved during training to this point but told her to stop shaving with this meeting on the horizon. Today I would remove this last vestige of her modesty by my hand.

I then started at her head and began to examine my property. I once again grabbed that short hair and raped her mouth with mine, biting her lip with mine. Sure enough there were scars here and there where she had been a little self-destructive. These I discounted as she had done these prior to her submission to me. I held one breast and then the other and began to squeeze them, testing there weight and resiliency.

Nice and firm as I first noted and I watched the nipples stiffen as I did this. She was moaning and whimpering a little as I was kneading and caressing her breasts. Next I went to her belly and began to rub that lightly as well. Getting the feel for the muscle tone of her belly. Finding her pelvic bone I began a long slow caress of her belly to her breasts and once again filled my hands with those lush mounds and squeezed them again, making her moan for more. The little fat pad above the pubic bone was lovely and would cushion my weight well.

For the detailed exploration of her body I wanted to do, her present binding was too confining. I could smell the animal aroma of aroused slave rising from her crotch but could do nothing with her the way I had her feet and hands bound.

I left her for a moment and went to the toy bag to get the things I needed. Hotel beds are usually hard to bind someone to because of the wood or metal frame they use. I had prepared for this. So first from the bag came small C-Clamps that went in the corners of the bed. Next out was the web belting bondage straps. These had snap links at both ends and buckles made of double welded rings riveted in the middle to adjust the length. These were snapped to the C-Clamps in the Four Corners of the bed.

Next came the wrist and ankle cuffs out of the toy bag. The ankle cuffs were place on her ankles and locked with small locks and then the snap links attached to the cuffs. Still I did not release her, even though I had fulfilled the first rule of prisoner control, that being that one dose not release one bond before attaching another.

A short piece of chain came out of the bag next with snap links again at either end. First I snapped the link to her collar, Then I pulled that chain to me. In a moment she sensed what I wanted and bent at the waist like she was doing a sit up. When she was sitting up and her body shaped like an "L". I attached the collar chain to one on the rings on her ankle cuffs to hold her there. While her wrists were exposed, the wrist cuffs went on and were locked then the straps attached with snap links.

Only then did I undo the knots at her ankles and pulled the rope off her body there. Next I unlocked the handcuffs and pushed her back to the bed. I jerked on the bondage straps at her wrists to tighten them and to get to the snap links away from her hands. Now she could not get her hands together. At this point I released the chain between her neck and her ankles and pushed her back to the bed.

I spent the next minute or so running back and fort from one side of the bed to the other tugging on the straps to tension then just so. She offered s little resistance but could do nothing as I went back and forth tightening the straps. Soon she was spread eagle on the bed and could nothing but breath and wiggle her fingers and toes so tight had I pulled the straps. The moisture from her cunt was dripping now and I could see the moisture begin make little tracks from her cunt to ass to the bed.

With her properly secured now, I went and got my shaving kit from the bag and approached my slave. I squirted a little of the shaving in my hand and lathered the steaming pubes. Next I got out a new razor and then went to the bathroom and got a couple of wash clothes wet with hot water.

I attacked her crotch with the razor and had soon removed most of the short hair. I wanted her as naked here as the day she was born. Soon it was clean and bare and I wiped her crotch clean with the wash cloths. I next checked her armpits and legs. Clean and smooth as I had asked her. Now it was time to attend to her punishment.

Chapter 3

I needed to explain to her what I was going to do next. I usually welcome a new slave into my Mastery with a short whipping. This so she will know that I can and will do this if displeased with any little part of her performance. I told her this and that I would add 5 extra lashes for her cutting her hair without so much as telling me what she was going to do.

Normally I don’t mind as long I am told in advance. But this drastic change from the beautiful shoulder length hair, to this short hairstyle had annoyed me. It had left me very little to grab.

I got out another C-Clamp and some additional straps with snap links. The C-Clamp was attached to the headboard of the straps run through the clamp. Next the links were attached to the ankle cuffs and the existing snap links to the bed released. With a good heave her legs were pulled into the air nicely exposing her ass and the back of her legs. She wiggled a bit trying to get comfortable as I tied off the straps but bound as she was this was not a comfortable position.

The short five-tailed flogger came out of the bag and I took a few practice swings with it. The whip made a wicked sound as it cut through the air. I then landed 10 solid blows to that exposed bottom of hers. Warming it, sensitizing it to what would come next. This was the warm up and both ass cheeks had taken on a nice rosy glow. I landed another 10 there taking my time to cover both cheeks with the blows of the flogger. I used more strength this time and the passing of the tails of the flogger left vivid red marks this time against that rosy flesh. I had yet to leave a welt as the broad tails of the flogger punish, but do not cut or damage.

"That was you introduction" I finally said and taking big gasps of air. I then removed a short single tailed braided crop from the bag and laid down 5 more strokes. This was to punish and they did in fact leave a few small welts across the flaming red bottom. At that I undid the knots that held her legs in the air. "The last five were you punishment". As soon as her legs hit the bed she spread them wide trying to appease me I think. I had not had to tell her to do this and this pleased me greatly. I reattached the snap links and gave an extra little jerk on the straps just to be sure they were snug.

"And one final lash, do you know why?" I asked her. In a very low voice she said "Yes Master the one to remind me that I am yours" I made this lash down across the top of her thigh letting it be the fiercest one of all. The welt it left was as wide as a nickel stretching across both thighs and just slightly below her sex. This lash she would remember for days. The others would be gone in a matter of hours, but not this one. I had deliberately placed it so she could see it and feel it anytime she bathed or dressed.

This is one of the wonderful things about this lifestyle. If the slave messes up you punish and its forgotten, a clean slate and you start over, its all out in the open. I very seldom had to punish twice for the same offense, and when I do it was usually because the slave was seeking punishment or attention

For the best effect one has to mix a little pain with pleasure. I then put my hand to that smooth crotch and rubbed my hand up and down her sex. In just seconds it opened like a flower and the moisture began to flow. I managed to work in my middle finger the another as the lubrication became abundant then another and finally three fingers I had in that cunt of mine.. These I began to work in and out a little as I also heard her breathing increase. A this point I laid down besides my slave who was bound to that king size bed and began a long slow caress of her body

I kept one hand near her sex and teased her clit from time to time. It was hard and erect and swimming in a little pool of her own arousal. I tried to grab it and pinch it but the little nubbin was like trying to grab a lubricated marble and kept escaping my grasp. I settled for flicking it back and forth a time or two every few seconds. The other hand was busy also I had worked it up her body to her head and finally found a place on the crown of her head where I could firmly fix my hand in her hair. I pulled her head back a little with this leverage and then put my mouth to her throat and began licking and kissing there above and below my collar. I was trying to make her very aware of it by kissing her there as well as pulling on the rings from time to time.

I could feel every tremor in that taught exposed body. I knew she was close to orgasm but was trying to not to give her enough sensation to let her cross over on her own. I wanted her to beg for that and she knew enough to ask for permission for that privilege. She also knew how to orgasm at command. I had her to the point where she could cum at a spoken or printed word on the computer screen. Her past record for this was 25 orgasms in a session and she was going to tie or break that today or feel my whip.

I really tugged on her hair this time and looked deeply into her eyes and put my thumb hard against her clit and then said "CUM". At this command I felt the entire length of her body spasm against mine and she fought the bondage straps as every muscle in her body began to tense and contract. Still I would not let her down, I began to rape that ripe mouth of hers while still playing with her clit. I came for air five more time and each time I ordered to cum and she did. The constant sensation was beginning to wear on her and I felt her body tiring. She was fighting the straps that had her bound to the bed and her whole body was covered in sweat at this time. Not the light perspiration that a woman might cultivate but beads of it to the point that I wrote in it across the moisture of her belly "SLAVE".

I let her rest a few minutes while I got up and got her and myself some water and a towel. I tilted her head up and let her drink before I stretched out beside her again and began to towel off her body. She was only beginning this night of bondage and I intended to extract the full penalties of her bondage to me. She could sleep and rest tomorrow but not tonight. I would not afford her that escape. Tonight every naked shaven slave inch of her was mine to command and enjoy and abuse at my whim. Six slave orgasms were just the start. Her body tomorrow would bear many marks of my enjoyment of her.

While I allowed her this brief rest I returned some of the items to the toy bag and got some other things. I some times mark my slaves in a temporary fashion. I prefer a Laundry marker for this. I had had her place my mark on her left nipple a few days back and I had noticed that it was nearly gone. That would change now.

After wiping off her body I took my marker and pulled off the cap and laid it on her belly the again began to tweak the nipples until they were as hard as I could get them. The holding her left nipple I pulling the breast upwards away from her body. I then wrote my name under the nipple. I repeated this for the right nipple and wrote the word SLAVE.

I was not done marking her yet. I went to that shaven crotch and above the clit wrote the words "Property of Master G" then capped the end of my marker and used it as a dildo and shoved it that still wet cunt. She gasped when I placed that in there but other wise did not make a sound other than her breathing. I put my head down to her clit and began to lick her sex and suck and nibble on her clit. Again she began to fight the straps and I just waited while I dined on my slaves body. It did not take but a minute before she began to moan and I felt the tension in her belly increasing. Bound as she was she could do nothing but endure the sensations I was inducing.

I was patient and I would wait. She would beg me for an orgasm soon and I wanted to hear this slave beg, implicitly ask for an orgasm. A minute or so later as I was feeling the secretions from her cunt begin to flow against my mouth and tongue, she asked for permission to cum. I lifted my head and barked at her "NO" then went back to my task. She was on the edge and I would offer her no quarter, no mercy this night. I had waited to long to possess her to make this easy for her.

The little moans and noises were music to my ears. The music of a submitted slave and I wanted it to continue. This perhaps went on for another two minutes and I relished every gasp and groan and struggled breath that she took. She knew what I wanted at this point and would not permit her self to beg for her release. Still I waited and continued. I would break her will and control tonight and turn her into an orgasmic submitted creature. The collar and her submission gave me this right and I would do with her what I wanted.

While I was between those spread legs I had removed the laundry marker lubricated by her juices and had begun to work my hand between her ass cheeks. I could still feel the warmth of those globes from my treatment of the earlier. I found her anus and began to apply the slippery end of the marker to it and began to press. I took a few seconds but the anus opened to me as well and soon the marker slipped in. This violation of her asshole had hardly been noticed as I had not ceased my other attentions to her sex and clit.

The moans were constant at this point and her surrender was not far off. The secretions of her slave cum had been flowing now for several minutes and the sheets on the hotel bed were becoming soaked. I should have remembered to stick a towel under her ass but at this point I did not care. I began to scoop up a bit of her cum and rub it on her body here and there so the smell of aroused slave would be with her for awhile. I wanted her to taste her submission as well but my position between her legs did not permit this. She would beg first and then I would force this rude barbaric ritual of mastery on her.

I began at this point to work my fingers into her cunt and piston them in and out. The sloshing sounds from between her legs were her undoing and then began to beg for her release.

"Please Master let you slave cum" then a short gasp "this worthless slut begs her Master from the bottom of her heart to let her cum" and the short gasp "PLEASE MASTER I BEG OF YOU"

With the word "beg" I knew she was mine now, I had broke her down and forced her surrender to me. I kept my hand and fingers working in and out, but lifted my mouth from her clit and said "CUM submission, cum as the slave you are"

With my fingers in her and my head to her belly I felt the massive orgasm tear through her body. She fought the bondage straps and I saw the muscles in her arms and legs stand out in stark relief as so let this orgasm wash over her body. I kept op what I was doing and I'm sure I felt four of these massive orgasms go through her body. It was like a wave that started at her sex and washed over her like a tidal wave. Then she went limp. She had fainted or gone into a sensory overload. Her breathing was good and pulse was strong and I knew this was only the beginning. I would let her recover first then she would please me. I had her surrender now and that what was important.

Chapter 4

I let her rest while I worked around her a little bit. The bondage straps were released and I put up some of the toys and removed others from the toy bag. I had nipple clamps that she had never experienced and I also got out a length of light chain. It would hold about 200 pounds so I felt it was strong enough for her. I placed this on the floor and walked to all the corners of the room. I then locked this end to the bed once I found the length and the other end to her ankle. She would now be able to get to any part of the room but still know herself chained. She would still know herself bound so I attached a short length if chain between the cuffs on her wrists

Next came a little gadget I had built myself. It started life as a 10 foot extendable to 18 foot painters pole. When it broke it cut down to about 3 foot, now extendable to 5 foot. I could use this as an additional closet clothes bar in a hotel room or in my case I could use it to display or suspend a slave. This was put in the little entryway to the room and expanded against the walls complete with ropes.

Next I went and wet a wash cloth with cold water. This I used to arouse my slave. It took a few minutes to rouse her, but when she came to it was with a bit of a start, She was in a strange bed and in a strange room. She took in her surroundings and then I saw her hands begin to check her body. I'm sure that the feeling of being nude in the bed had reminded her of what was happening. Her hands went from her breasts to her legs. They settled on the welt across her legs. Her hands traced this welt across her legs and I saw her wince once, I had not drawn blood here but it would be there for a day or two. The light chain I had attached to the cuffs followed her hands and made a delightful little jangle as her hands traced her body. The noise the chain made was music to my ears.

During this exploration I was still bathing her with the washcloth in places. When she finally focused on me she ask in a small voice "Master what happened?"

"You passed out my lovely slave after begging me for an orgasm and me granting it" I let the washcloth travel over the full length of her body. I wanted to reminder her of her openness and exposure to me. When I go to her crotch I spanked her mound of Venus lightly and she opened her legs wide. But not wide enough to suite me so another slap and the legs opened to my satisfaction.

I took the chain between her wrists and attached it to the C-Clamp at the headboard with a snap link. She still had some mobility to her arms but I was determined to heighten the sensations of being bound and helpless. There was one thing I still wanted to do to her and the bed was the perfect for this. I added two loops of web belting to the foot of the bed, one on either side of her. Between these loops and the C-Clamp it formed an isosceles triangle. I pushed her heels up to her crotch and then put her hands at her waist.

I then attached rope to her ankles and ran them between the loops and the C clamp and to the opposite wrist cuffs then released the chain. The cleverness of this tie has been known for centuries, nothing made a female feel so open and exposed as this tie. If she moved her right arm she had to bend her left leg, If she moved her left arm she had to bend her right leg, at no time could she close her legs to me. It kept her open and exposed. She could not cover any part of her body without exposing another. I got out the crop and lightly slapped that lovely bottom and the leg shot out trying to protect that and this pulled her arm away from her breast. I lightly slapped that lovely target next and she tried to move her hand only to again expose her crotch. It only took her seconds to realize what would happen and I continued this game for a minute it two. She was writhing in the ropes and at no time could she protect her whole body.

When I saw her cunt start to juice I knew this tie was having the desired effect. I will admit that I was enjoying this little game as well. The feeling of being captured and being exposed and open to me must have been overwhelming as I intended. Her arousal had filled the room with the smell of sex. The tie would allow her to touch herself but only with her legs tucked up to her ass. She had begun to moan and mew a little whenever I touch her body with the crop.

I looked down at the body of my yielding slave and decided to humiliate her a little more. "Caress yourself, bring yourself to the brink of orgasm" I finally said. It was one thing for me to give her pleasure but by forcing her to do this to herself was a real test of her submission.

She shook her head at this command and began to act like she would resist but a quick cut of the crop below her breasts change her mind. Both hands headed for her cunt and the pull of the ropes on her ankles reminded her of the condition of the tie. Both legs were quickly pulled to her ass to give her the slack she needed then she opened the thighs as wide as she could make them.

One hand opened her vaginal lips and the other found her clit. Her sex was swimming in arousal and the little hard nubbin of her clit exposed it self to me as she opened herself for her self-arousal. It was so erect and swollen that it looked like a little marble swimming in oil. But this oil was the oil of her submission. She manipulated that little marble with her thumb and finger and got quickly to the edge of orgasm.

I waited for her to say something, I was watching and had a painful erection that could only cured by my slave. She had begun to pant and twitch a little and I knew that she would not be able to hold off much longer. She finally began to beg" Please Master, Let me cum for you " and I just shook my head no and grabbed the ropes at the clamp and pulled them, this effectively pinning her hands above her head.

"Now is my time for pleasure" I told her then began to unsnap the snap links at her ankles and wrists. I the pointed to the floor and said "Kneel" I was sure it was agony for her to do this and stop what she was doing but she did manage to roll off the bed and crawl to where I had pointed and knelt.

One problem with the male anatomy is that is very semaphoric, It raises and falls not unlike the semaphore flags of old that were used on ships to communicate. Mine was communicating now and the crotch of my dress slacks was suddenly too small. It was time I thought to get out of these burdensome garments. But why undress myself when I had a slave so close.

I got up and moved to an area of that little room where she would have space to move around me. Then I pointed to a space on the floor in front of me. She got out of the bed with a delightful jangle of the chain and knelt in front of me as I had taught her. With her head down I began to instruct her. "I am now going to teach you how to strip your Master now. You may stand or kneel as is appropriate and as each garment is removed, any exposed flesh is to be kissed. Take the removed garment and fold it neatly and place it in that chair." I pointed to one of the chairs when I said this.

I recovered a snap link and linked the wrist cuffs together and the looked at my slave. The naked wanton desire in her eyes made me burn even worse. "Now my slave undress me as befits your status, You will do this with anything but your hands, and as my humble slave. She started to protest but then thought better of it and simply nodded yes in assent the crawled to me on he knees. When I saw she had trouble rising I helped her to her feet. Using her teeth only she managed to get off my shirt and pants. I did kick off my shoes and let her pull off the socks by the toes. The underwear was harder but she managed. When I was finally nude after 10 minutes of hard work on her part, she just knelt and waited for instructions.

She looked up at me at that point and her eyes were full of awe. I had yet to permit her to touch my body and now she would be allowed this honor. Then she rose and began to unbutton my shirt. It was difficult for her with the handcuffs on, and was a little clumsy at first but she managed. The clumsiness was soon replaced with a gentle gracefulness that amazed me. As I had determined before she was a quick study.

When the shirt was removed she kissed the bare arms then placed it on the chair I had pointed to earlier. When she came back to me I could see her thinking, "What do I do next". I did not help her with her dilemma, I just waited patiently for her to continue. She next tugged the undershirt out of my pants.

Working first in the front and then in the back she got it scrunched it up around my armpits. I inclined my head and held out my arms. This was a test but she did not know it, would she stand above me while she pulled this off? She knew I was a little self-conscious about my height, I stand 5’5" as did she. I usually insist on a position such that I appear to be taller. She moved back to the front of me and with he head bowed and her knees flexed to lower herself she pulled the shirt and then kissed my chest in several places and the went behind me and began to kiss my back in several places.

Next she knelt in front of me and said, "Please sit Master" and I sat down on the edge of the bed. With her kneeling she took my shoes off one at a time and the as she removed the socks, then gently and lovingly kissed each foot. One of her deepest desires she had told me once in e-mail was to curl up at a Master feet. I was going to fulfil a fantasy of her in just a few minutes. After she had done this, she knelt back in position and asked me to stand. I stood and she undid the belt snap and fly of my pants.

As she slid these down my legs, she kissed both knees and I lifted one leg the then other. She scooted to the chair on her knees and neatly put my pants on the chair. When she got back the erection I had was very visible through my briefs. I will have to admit that my lack of clothing made my crotch area much more conformable without the confining clothes.

She was back in position before me moments later and the looked up at me with adoration in her eyes and gently asked if she could remove the last garment. I nodded my assent and felt her cuffed hands tug at my briefs, when they were at my feet I again lifted a foot at a time and let her remove these. She then gently to kissed my cock and balls and placed them on the chair.

I had been standing there during this sensuous exercise with my hands balled into fists and sweating. My control was being stretched to the limit. With all the time we had spent on-line and exchanging e-mail and phone calls I was now with in a hairs breadth of just taking my slave.

I waited until she had finished the gently put her at my feet and told her to curl up there. I did not know what she found special about this but I sat on the chair and with a little effort was able to reach her head and began to stroke her hair. I found the experience relaxing and I did enjoy having her there. Knowing that she was real and warm and happy in her decision was very reassuring. I let my hands wander through that short hair and grasped what I could from time to time. Tugging a little now and then just to let her know whom was master I let her body relax and enjoy the sensation. A sigh of contentment reached my ears a few minutes later. What ever it was she found special about this form of homage, she had found it and I think it was the place she most wanted to be.

The pager went off at this point and I retrieved it one handed. This was a text message this time from my Manager and sent a minute ago. Sometime I really hate this technology. The message read "Meeting Hotel Lobby @ 7:30. BTOYA Rick".

The last little bit of the message was a bit of department shorthand, "Be There Or Your Ass" He did not use this shorthand lightly and it was not meant to be ignored. My response to this message can best be described as an expletive deleted.

My lovely sub was looking up at me with a look on her face that was so forlorn it would make anyone's heart melt. With a deep sigh I got up and got dressed. Explaining that I would call later and we would make arrangements then. I was hoping to mix business and pleasure but it was not to be this night. With very evil thoughts of sabotaging my gear just to keep me here a little longer, I slipped from her hotel on the way to mine.

Chapter 5

I got to my hotel lobby at the appointed time to find my Manager, Rick, waving us all into the coffee shop. With a comment of "Order a cup of coffee and sit down." I wandered in and sat down next to a colleague. He often did this, by us buying the coffee we had "Paid the rent" for the time we would be in the room. It was an old trick of his and much cheaper than getting a hotel conference room.

When the last of the team arrived, Rick sat down and gave us the bad news. The equipment we thought was already mounted and installed was in fact in unopened boxes on the floor in their equipment room. This was not just a one-day trip after all. The equipment they had originally showed us was not ours!

He made this statement rather deadpan to be followed by a chorus of groans from the folks at the table. I groaned also to keep up appearances but in fact it’s hard to groan while you are smiling. Then he asked us to give him out travel packages so he could change the return date on the flights.

Next he began to tell us how we would accomplish this task in three days. We got divided up into teams, each with a task. He had called the office and the tools, wire, and supplies were on their way via Fed Ex. They should be delivered to the hotel about 10 am tomorrow. I pulled the job of the fiber optic preparation and splicing the connector pigtails onto the fiber and was assured that my favorite fiber optic splicing machine (A Fujikura FCS 20) was on the way. Sometimes I curse my previous experience as a fiber optic field engineer.

Never known to be a brief speaker, he began to spell out our jobs in detail. We all knew our job and what to do. This was his usual long-winded way of saying he knew what we did, and thank you for making him look good.

The meeting broke up about 9pm and it was much too late for a return trip to submissions hotel. I made a brief call to her from the lobby, as I did not want my roommate to overhear. After explaining things, we made new plans for the next night. Tonight’s scene would just have to be put on hold.

I went to bed shortly after that with a very unfulfilled felling. The next morning, Fed Ex was better than there word and the equipment showed up about 8:30. We got to the customers site about 9:30 and began the task of unpacking and installing the equipment. The fiber preparation job is surprisingly nasty. The cable is filled with a gel to prevent water from seeping in and damaging the delicate 125 micron glass fibers. It is sticky and just plain hard to work with and clean. You have to use several chemicals to do the job including Gel-off to remove the gel, then alcohol to remove the Gel-off. The job is also a cautious one requiring enormous attention to detail. One slip and you cut off what you just did, then back up ten feet and start again.

I did manage to get the splice termination box built and 24 of 48 fibers spliced by about 4:30. More than enough for the job at hand After cleaning up the mess we was able to leave by 5PM. Otherwise the installation was going fine we should be ready to start tomorrow to do the job we came down for. I did make a few minutes alone to call submission and gave her a few instructions. As soon as it was possible I showered and got the chemicals of of me and changed I slipped away from my co-workers.

I was going to make time for a nice long romantic scene this evening with my sub. She would have to leave tomorrow AM. After last nights interruption I intended to exert my mastery very soon, but it would wait until after dinner. Now I would see if she had followed my commands.

I walked to her hotel at a brisk pace and again entered the hotel through that same side door. I did adjust my coat and tie prior to knocking on her door. In moments the door open for me to find my sub nicely dressed in an off the shoulder blue evening dress. I quickly took her into my arms and deeply drank of my slave’s lips. Through the thin material of the dress I made my determinations. With this dress she could wear no bra and I felt no other undergarments other than the straps of a garter belt. A quick check of her legs and I felt them sheathed in stockings. I stood back for a moment and admired the view. I had just gathered her into arms from the moment I had entered. I had not really looked at her. The dress is the only thing I saw.

Now that I was really seeing her, small details became visible. Her short hairstyle was perfect, not a wayward hair was to be seen. Her make up was perfect also. A little blush on her checks and subdued colors on lip’s and eyelids. It enhanced her beauty rather than called attention to it. The necklace that served as her collar was perfectly centered. A man might know his wife, but in this kind of relationship everything was at my command. At my slightest word, I could have anything about her appearance changed. Can you imagine a husband telling his wife, "I think your lipstick need to be darker dear" and not getting an argument?

I spun her around once and took this all in. She was quite lovely in this dress. I did casually reach down and pulled up the hem of her "above the knees" dress to her hip and checked her clothing underneath. Stockings and garter belt only as commanded. After asking a few questions, yes she had made a reservation for dinner and we would need to leave shortly. I had asked her to scout out the area today and pick a place that was a distance from the hotel area. A small precaution but if possible I didn’t want to run into my co-workers. If I did I would have to invite them over and shoptalk would ensue, explanations would have to be offered. I preferred to have my attention on my lovely dinner companion.

I had her drive, she knew where we were going and I did not. It also gave me the chance to watch her and, I did place my hand on her knee and slid it up that stockinged thigh a time or two just to hear the little quick intake of breath from time to time. I had to pay attention to where I did this because she tended to jerk on the steering wheel. At one point she was enjoying my caress so much we sailed past our turn and had to back track. I just smiled and enjoyed the ride and the company at that point.

At the restaurant we had no problems at all. We were on time, early and the dinner crowd had yet to show up. Reservations had been made and we were shown to a nice subdued corner. Rather than sit across from each other we occupied the same curved bench. I did suggest that neither one of us have a heavy meal and no alcohol. I’m always wary of the traveler’s curse of bloat. One tends to eat well on a business trip because you know the meals will be covered on an expense account. On this night neither of us would want a belly filled to capacity.

After drinks and dinner orders were placed and we took a quip trip to the salad bar and were soon munching away. When the main course arrived we pushed aside the salad plates and enjoyed an entree that was "on the lighter side". During this part of the meal I kept one hand on her thigh and was stroking the delicate flesh there. Although this very distracting for her, and I saw her eyes close and her body twitch from time to time, she handled it all quite well. I felt the very core of her heat up and moisten. Her thighs squeezed my hand once and I simply slapped them apart again.

After I had paid the bill and had generously tipped the waiter who had no doubt figured out the cause of her distraction we got ready to leave. She got close to standing up only to sit back down again then motioned me to sit back down again. After I had done that she whispered into my ear "Master I can leave, I am soaked!" That evening dress of hers showed a large spot of moisture where I had caused her distraction.

Although I could have ordered her to stand and follow me, there was no point in blatantly advertising the heat of my lovely sub. I cast my eyes about the table for any possible ruse and my eyes landed solidly on a full water glass.

"Don’t worry" I whispered back "We can handle this, just play along" then I leaned forward to kiss her and "accidentally" bumped that water glass into her lap. I jumped up at that point and said more loudly than I had to. OH I’m sorry Hon," then began dabbing at the dress with a napkin. The waiter had heard this and came forward with several more napkins and helped me mop up most of the water. I then handed her my coat and after she had put that about her waist we quickly left the restaurant. She was smiling by the time we pushed open the door and slipped into her car.

The ride back to the hotel was laughter filled ride, We spoke of our poor waiter who was mopping up her cum unknown to him. She had enjoyed dinner and spoke of how she was sure that everyone in that restaurant somehow knew that she was nearly nude underneath.

The laughter ceased as we pulled into her hotel parking lot and we entered the side door together. She was knowingly entering the hotel with me this time and what it meant. We walked the corridors slowly to her room then stopped at her door. I took my coat that she was still wearing around waist and put it on. then looked at her and said "Key"

She produced the card key from the tiny clutch purse she was carrying. Then I gently took her purse and put it in a jacket pocket. I slowly reached to her neck and placed one finger in her necklace and twisted it a little tightening it around her neck to make her aware of it. "What is this?" I asked.

She looked up and down that corridor before answering "My collar Master" she finally said in a low tone. Then she looked at me and turned her eyes to the floor. "Remove the dress then kneel." was my reply.

Another frantic look up and down that hall was taken before her hand went behind her back, I watched as she worked on a fastening or two. Then the dress was slipped off of one shoulder and she quickly shimmied out of it. She stood there and hesitated a second before she knelt in that hotel hallway wearing stockings, a garter belt and an expression of fear. Only then did I slid in that card key into the lock and was rewarded with a little green light and the sound of the bolt sliding back.

I opened the door with command, "Crawl inside" the watched as she went inside on her hands and knees with all the speed she could muster. Only after her feet cleared the threshold did I bend down and pick up that dress. The door closed and left the mundane world behind us, what waited within was trembling slave.

Chapter 6

The dress was tossed into the entrance to her little bathroom and I told her to pick it up in her teeth and put it into the tub. I watched as she did this and admired the way her butt jiggled. She accomplished this task with without any hands. I had her use her hands to rinse and then hang the dress up to dry. After she accomplished this, she went back to all fours in that tiny bathroom.

I must admit I enjoyed watching her perform this servile task. With this bit of housekeeping out if the way, I began to contemplate the pleasures I would receive from her this evening.

Hearing the running water reminded me that my bladder was complaining, I assumed hers was also. I pointed to the commode and commanded "Relive and clean yourself" She got on the pot and wiggled a little. The stockings caused her slid a little until she got bare flesh in contact with the toilet seat. She sat there a second then looked at me. I frowned then made a motion with both hands. She puzzled over this a second then blushed. Then I saw her legs open wide and I nodded. She knew her legs were not to be closed in my presence.

After waiting a couple of minutes she looked up at me close to tears. "I can’t Master" she said to me in a choked voice. I look pity on her at that point. I went to her and told her to close her eyes then hugged her and just stayed that way stroking her hair like a pet. I took another minute or so but soon I felt her body relax followed by the musical sounds of her relief, just at trickle at first then the dam broke and with the full force of that pent up pressure. After a second or two of this, I gave her another command "Kegle Exercises!" then I heard her urine stream interrupted in short brief bursts.

These exercises are used to improve the muscle tone of the vaginal canal. Usually taught to expectant mothers who want natural childbirth. I teach this in training a sub. If they can apply pressure it adds to a male’s pleasure. A flaccid canal in a woman is a shame, in a sub it’s a crime for lack of training or understanding of what can be done on the part of her master.

After this was finished I sent her to the bed to kneel on it while I tried to take care of the same problem myself. I had been deliberately vague in this last instruction. What would I find when I re-entered the room. I would know in just a few minutes

Now I was in that bathroom with a problem affectionately know as "Morning Wood" The male sexual organ is not a multitasking device. It can urinate or erect but not both. Most men wake up with this at some point in time. Needing to pee but cant for an erect organ. The darn thing would cut diamonds but not let me get the relief I needed. That helpful waiter had constantly filled my tea glass and I had sipped on it all evening.

I finally started to solve complex L C R impedance equations in my head, Hairy equations meant to distract a man standing in front of a firing squad filled my head. This forced thoughts of submission naked and kneeling in the next room from my head. Finally it relaxed and allowed me some much needed bladder pressure equilibrium. As a final act of defiance, I turned off my pager then got my clothes settled back around me.

After finishing I went back to the bedroom to be treated to a fine site. She had indeed knelt on the bed in the classic position. Back on her heels, head down, legs wide apart and hand on thighs open and facing outward. She had not taken off the stocking and garters. I very quickly went back to diamond cutter mode.

I just gently said, "Undress you Master." She gracefully got off the bed and went about this task like she did last night. Not hurrying this time, she knew what to do now I was soon undressed. Tonight not a bond would be on her body to immobilize her and she would serve with perfection. "Collar and cuffs" was my next command and she went to my bag and found these items and came back to the bed. Without being told she knelt by the bed and let me collar that lovely neck. When this was done she extended her wrists to me and the wrist cuffs were added. I gently guided her to the bed and gently pushed her to the bed on her back. When she felt the support of the bed this time, her legs shot apart revealing vaginal lips wide open and bright pink moist fresh exposed and waiting. The Ankle cuffs were added and buckled shut. Then I stretched out besides her

Never had I seen a sub so aching for her Masters penetration. The scent of the room declared her need and the moisture of center declared her desire. She would orgasm at my first overtly sexual touch regardless of any sanction I put on her to orgasm only at my command. Her whole body tonight was an erogenous zone.

I commanded her to put her hands behind her neck and interlace her fingers and not to remove them from that position unless commanded. Nothing more than my threat of discipline bound her now. I slipped between her legs and gently blew my warm breath on her open and exposed sex. Almost her whole body turned to goose flesh.

My head hovered over her clit and I watched as most of the muscles in her body strained. What would I touch? What would I demand of her? Her body language screamed out these questions by her tenseness and tautness. I watched this ballet of movement for perhaps thirty seconds before I did anything but let my lips hover over her clit. With her bare crotch she could feel every inhale and exhale of breath. Every second the scent of a female in need increased. I was close enough to watch the moisture of her cunt gather and begin to form a drop, ready to roll down to her anus.

I finally looked at my sub and said CUM! Then attacked her clit, sucking that little erect marble of flesh into my lips, tasting the sweet, salty lubrication that her body was producing in quantity.

The orgasm was immediate, long and deep. Every muscle fiber in her body was straining to bring her closer to the pleasure I was inducing. The sound of her stockings rasping against the hotel comforter filled my ears. I continued this attack until I felt the muscle in her legs give up the fight to hold her sex close to my mouth and followed it down to the bed when her body could no longer press itself to mine. Still I persisted and felt her body peak yet again and this time waited for her surrender. She was mine now, no more fight was in her. Her breaths were coming in short pants, trying desperately to give her body the oxygen it needed to continue the pleasure.

This massive orgasm had tired her and I knew it. I got back besides her and waited until I was happy with her breathing. She was just rocking her head back and forth still in the afterglow of her latest experience. I wanted her full attention for what would come next. She had not moved her hands and was still bound by my will. I went and got a small hand towel and whipped down her body while she got her breath back. When I was happy with her breathing I began a low slow caress of her body. Not the gentle caress of lovers but the possessive caress of something cherished and owned. I had again watched her body change. A flush soon covered everywhere I had touched and caressed, The capillary action soon engorged her nipples again, Ripe fruit demanding to be picked and savored. I let my head fall to those and sucked and nibbled again marveling at her natural tendencies to this lifestyle

I was aching. I knew that after all this time my orgasm would come quickly and violently. I had tried to ensure her pleasure but now was the time for mine. I quickly checked her crotch to find her wet and ready. I left her a moment to find a condom in my bag then returned and put that plastic package on her belly. Again she squirmed as that little cold package touched her body but her eyes opened from the reverie she was in.

"Break position and put it on me." Was my next command to her. She scrambled to accommodate. She puzzled over the package but soon had it open and was trying to sheath my cock in it. The first time this is hard to do as you are trying to figure out the orientation of the roll. Her movements were gentle as if not trying disturb me. She was treating my cock as a separate, even detached part of my body. The condition I was in it would not have mattered but I gave her the time to puzzle it out. Watching her flip it back and fourth was almost funny. I did not laugh just waited and whispered little word of encouragement, as she was intent on her task. Soon enough I was sheathed and ordered her to her former position.

This time there would be no stopping me from enjoying my slave! When her legs parted it revealed a still dripping crotch with the fleshy little flaps opened and bright pink flesh showed clearly in the subdued light of that hotel room. I never do this in the dark. The sub must be able to see and experience everything.

I got between those wide-open legs and let my cock just bump the opening of my slave’s pussy. As expected she again groaned and mewed a little. Then in one slow thrust I settled into the place denied me for so long. The heat and wetness of that velvet sheath surrounded me. Her attendance to her Kegle exercises was obvious as the whole vaginal gripped my cock like a fist.

She would be taken this night not as a free woman but as a slave, She would feel the lust of her master and my body and cock began to pound her in violent thrusts. So ready for this penetration, she peaked almost immediately. Her body began to meet mine. Her head was moving back and fourth like she trying to say no the pleasures I induced in her.

In just seconds I knew I was going to loose it, not unlike a horny 18-year-old. I just didn’t care. "CUM" was my command and she just let out a little low gasping moan that did not stop. My only salvation was that her pussy had lubed so much I was not getting much friction. I continued to pound her body with mine for perhaps another minute before I could hold it off no longer. The tingling in the back of my groin signaled my orgasm and I gave into the sensation. Her orgasm had continued this whole time and we both were gasping for air as I came.

Her body slumped on the bed as did mine. I rolled off and removed the condom then made my way to the bathroom on shaky legs to flush it. Grabbing a fresh towel I made my back to the bed to cool down my sub like the thoroughbred she was. I gently toweled down her body. The comforter was soked with her secretions and sweat, both hers and mine.

The comforter was such a mess that frankly, I did not want to rest on them. I pulled this off having her lift and move her body as needed. It was tossed to a corner of the room. The Maids tomorrow would know what happened here, but we would both be gone. I flopped down besides her then had her break position and cuddled her into my arms.

We were both spent but not really ready for sleep and we had a bit of pillow talk. A fine feeling of lethargy overcame us both. She planed to leave at 5AM and this would allow her time to drive home, change and get to work. I would leave about the same time and get back to my hotel for another hour of sleep before meeting in the 8am with my co-workers

We both dozed off for about an hour and I woke to the feeling of warm woman flesh in my arms and morning wood. She was sleeping with a smile on her face that said she had a secret. My time with her was almost at an end and I did intend to waste any of it. I again had her and not gently. You don’t need to play the games with a sub that a man might with his wife. The sub is there for use. She can be awoken gently. Or by slapping any convenient part of her anatomy. Belly, boob or butts are my favorite targets!

She awoke when entered and started again to moan. This time my need was sated and was able to hold her on the edge of orgasm for ten minutes before she began to beg for her release, I granted this and marveled again at her sexuality.

Sleep came for both of us after that. A pleasant exhaustion had swept over both of us. Between the emotional highs and lows of the last few days and the actual physical side of this meeting, it was a deep dreamless sleep.

I was woken up about 4:30 am by a very pleasant sensation. My lovely sub could not help herself and had taken my manhood into her mouth. I was getting close and grabbed her head and hair and began to guide and improve her efforts. I gushed down her throat just a minute later. She just looked up and said "Good Morning Master" then smiled like the cat that got the canary. The little minx had gotten the last word so to speak.

The next 30 or so minutes were spent in a flurry of activity getting dressed, her packed, checked out and bags to her car. Our parting was a bittersweet moment. Both knew we had to go and both knowing we would prefer not to. Would fate bring us together again? Would other events sweep through our lives that would never allow this again? I didn’t know.

We had stolen a few hours in time and had lived the fantasy despite the random events that tried to keep us apart. Some how we had beaten the odds and I think improved each other’s lives.

I watched as her car hit the ramp to the interstate then disappear into the weak gray dawn of morning. Then I began a very lonely walk to my hotel. Somehow, this trip seemed like it was already ended and I still had work ahead of me that had somehow lost its importance. Truly the heartbreak of a mobile society.