He ordered for me. Normally, that goes against my independent
nature, but tonight... tonight I was giving that up for him. It
was a wonderful dish, but I did not eat much of it. I can never
each much, but when I'm this nervous, I eat even less.

I fidgeted in my seat, but that caught a stern glance from him. I
cast my eye downward in apology. Truly, it could not be my fault
I was fidgeting, the smooth leather upholstering on the chair was
cool against my bare bottom. I am not one to wear dresses often,
especially not short ones.. and certainly not without proper
undergarments. Tonight though, I did as I was instructed to do.

He had promised me that if I was a good girl, I'd be rewarded
greatly, for this was my first time out and if I performed well I
would be allowed out again. Dinner at a nice restaurant was such
a treat, but the real rewards would come later. Tonight we were
at the hotel restaurant, chosen specifically by him. There was a
convention in town this weekend, and the hotel was swarming with
people from all walks of life, crowding the halls and the bars
and the lobby. People scare me in such quantities, but I knew
he'd keep me safe, he takes care of me.

He took his time eating, watching me as I tried to sit still.
Looking at me with an approving glance each time I managed not to
move to much. Just being under his watch was enough to make me
wet. He knew that. In the back of my mind I giggled, and felt
sorry for whoever sat here next.

Then it came. He stood and excused himself from the table, taking
leave without so much as looking at me as he passed my chair. I
knew my instruction, but even a smile would have been nice. I bit
my lip. I shouldn't think such things. He gives me everything, I
need not want more.

Ten minutes passed and I rose from my chair, the thin dress I
wore clinging to my body. I padded barefoot out of the dining
area, my shoes still under the table. Just as I was told would
happen, the Maitre'd stopped me, and I apologized with downcast
eyes. I explained I would get my shoes, no need for him to. He
escorted me back to my table, and I proceeded to all fours to
crawl beneath the table and find my belongings. Numerous silences
from nearby tables made my cheeks flush with embarrassment. He
had chosen this dress for this purpose. I picked up my heels and
slid them on, thanked him and again exited the dining room.

He was there waiting for me, from his seat by the entrance. He
smiled – a job well done on my part. I couldn't believe I'd done
it, but he'd told me to... so I had to. I aim to please him.

I looked flushed, he told me. So he took me into the men's room,
and had be stand before the sinks so he could pat me down with
cool water. I thanked him for his kindness, and he even gave me a
kiss on my forehead. I was being a good girl tonight, so far. The
rest of the night was about to begin.

He had brought my collar with him. My logical self was screaming
'no!' but I bent my head forward for it to be fastened on. I must
have looked sad, because then he explained to me that it would
remain loose; I had to earn for it to be tightened.

He placed the end of the leash in my hands, and I followed him,
with bowed head, out of the men's room, eliciting a multitude of
gapes and stares from the posh women and men who'd never even
imagined such a thing really happened in their world. It made me
glad to be there, to wear my collar with pride. I smiled
slightly. I was here because I wanted to be, hopefully my actions
would show that.

He had a room readied in advance, he was such a thoughtful man.
It was on the 7th floor and as we got into the elevator he pushed
me out and pointed to the stairwell door. I nodded to him as the
doors closed and he rode up with ease.

I made my way up, slowly but surely. I had not been expecting a
seven story climb, and he knew it. It was harder to keep my
balance steady with both hands wrapped firmly around my leash,
but I knew better than to let go. Even if he could not see me
know, he had a way of knowing if I wasn't good. I'd rather fall
down the steps than let go to hold on to the stair railing.
Luckily, I did not fall down.

At the seventh floor I realized I did not know the room number.
He was not in sight, nor did I expect him to come out into the
hall to get me. I simply stood in the center of the hallway
clinging to my leash, my body turning pink with embarrassment as
young couples laughed, senior couples pointed and glared, single
men whistled, and one of them even slapped my ass as he sauntered
by. I wish he hadn't of done that. Now I'd really be in trouble.

Two hours passed and I'd seen every door save one open at some
point or another. I walked to it, and knocked lightly, and was
flooded with relief when the door slid open and he was there. The
chain was on, so I only saw a glimpse, but I could hear his
voice. It was telling me to face away from the door and kneel,
and so I did. It was my guess that I would have to earn my right
to enter the room. The door clicked shut.

- - - -

Slick tendrils of auburn hair clung to my forehead as I knelt,
sweating in the hallway. I kept a tight grip on my leash, my
knuckles turning white as I clung to the leather with desperate
anticipation of the evening to come. My only thoughts were of
pleasing him in every way I knew how.

The hall was eerily quiet as the night deepened, the ornate
sconces casting a disturbingly haunting glow of golden light
against the burgundy wallpaper. The chair rail was at eye level,
but I glanced below it, keeping my head bowed, tracing the swirls
of the stylized floral pattern in the carpeting with my eyes.

The air began to chill and I felt myself tighten. The cool air
brushed against my bottom, caressed my wet pussy, and I realized
it was coming from the room behind me. I dared not look, I knew
better than to move position. I dared not make a peep when I felt
the smooth coolness of his favorite toy slip inside me. It was a
small toy, quite slippery, but I knew the game well. If I could
hold it inside of me, and not drop it.... I sighed inwardly as I
thought of the rewards I could earn. I clenched tightly, my blood
racing and my heartbeat quickening with every passing moment. I
could feel his fingers tracing the curves of my bottom beneath my
dress, and my knees almost gave way.

I nearly jumped when a softer hand replaced his. A smaller hand,
with delicate fingers that insisted on probing me in the moistest
of regions, knowing I had to keep a hold of my special toy. I
clenched harder, and felt the tiny dildo slipping from me. I was
simply too wet to hold it any longer, as as the gentle fingers
ran across my skin I shuddered. Whoever the hand belonged to was
kind, as they pushed it back up for me, and said nothing about
the slip. I reminded myself to thank them later if I ever found
out who it was.

I didn't know how open the door to his room was. I wasn't aware
of how many people were inside. At that moment I was only aware
of the hand with the dildo and the sound of steps coming from
down the dark hallway. If I had to guess I'd say it was a woman's
hand, and she slowly and steadily slid the toy in and out of me.
I remained kneeling, my knees feeling weak, my pulse throbbing in
my head as the footsteps grew louder with each passing moment.

A hand grabbed my hair and pulled my head up, and a decidedly
female voice gruffly whispered in my ear, “Look at him and smile,
bitch,' as the stranger approached. I smiled at the man, my body
shaking as beneath my dress she continued to pump me, harder and
harder with each step the man took towards me. Then she stopped,
and I heard the door close behind me. I quickly tightened my
muscles, not wanting to drop the toy that was my quest for room
admittance. The man looked at me with disgust as he passed,
eyeing my leash and collar with disdain.

I don't know how long I was out there after that, but when the
door opened again I was blindfolded from behind. I was told to
stand, remove my shoes, remove my dress, and wait for my next
command. I did so eagerly, wanting so much to get inside, that I
forgot to hold tight and the toy dropped slickly to the hallway
floor with a thud. I blanched, and would have cried had I been
told I could.

The slap was quick and painless. I was used to them by now, a
wispy hand across the back of my shoulders. But it was loud, and
I knew better than to flinch. I had no idea if anyone could see
me, naked and being slapped around in the hallway. The thought
made me even more moist than I already was.

I couldn't wait for what might happen next.

          ... to be continued
