I’m standing at the hotel registration desk of the hotel we agreed upon, a small bag in my hand. I didn’t pack much, as you requested. I don’t think I’ll need much else, this weekend, do you? The hotel woman returns with my credit card and hands me a slip of paper. “You have a message, ma’am.” I open the paper and read:

“Here are your instructions: Leave a key to your hotel room in an envelope with my name on it at the Front Desk. Get to your room. Shower quickly. Lay naked on the bed, legs spread WIDE, and wait for me. Do nothing else. Hurry.”

My stomach flips as I read your note. What have I gotten myself into? As I crumble the paper, mindlessly searching for a trashcan, I realize that my entire body is flushed, warm, tingling. It begins.

I quickly take the hotel elevator up to my room, drop my small bag on the floor and hop into the shower, remembering your words. I’m so aroused already that I’m tempted to linger a bit, but I don’t want you to catch me in here (God only knows what you would do if i disobeyed you), so I rinse off and grab a towel.

I dry myself quickly and lay on the bed. And I wait.

The hotel room is cold and my nipples grow hard in no time. Five minutes. I’m thinking of what this weekend will bring. Ten. I wonder how far I’ll be able to go, can I withstand whatever you give me? Thirty. My stomach flips again, wondering where you are, knowing you’re making me wait purposely. Enjoying the fact that I’m completely naked, pussy open, waiting for you, not moving. Just that thought, knowing the control you have over me (without ever even having seen you before!), gets me wet.

I’m lost in thought when I suddenly hear the door open. My heart starts to pound. My eyes grow wide, waiting for a glimpse of you, waiting for you to round the corner, waiting to see if I have pleased you.

Then there you are. You walk to the foot of the hotel bed, not speaking. Your eyes are all over me. And you smile. You have a small bag in your hand as well, and you let it drop to the floor as you start to walk around the bed, your eyes never leaving my body.

I start to speak, and you raise your finger to your lips, hushing me.

You reach down and casually touch one nipple, barely, just brushing over it with your fingertip. I gasp softly, the electricity of your first touch waking my entire body. Your fingers trail softly down my body, my stomach. Your expression is intent, assessing my body like a fine piece of furniture you just purchased.

Your hand trails down between my legs, and quickly dips inside my pussy. I moan and raise my hips slightly. You look at me with eyebrows raised. I can tell you are surprised how wet I am already. You walk back to the foot of the bed, bringing your fingers to your mouth, tasting me.

Then you speak. “Open your legs wider, slave.” I hear your voice for the first time, strong, clear, demanding. My legs are already widely spread, but I open them a bit more, as much as I can. “More” you say. I try to spread them wider, but I can’t, and I start to panic. My heart is thudding in my chest, wondering what will happen, REALLY, if I can’t do as you ask. I stretch them open a bit more, but you’re still not pleased. You grab my knee and pull it back roughly. “Put your hand here. Pull your knees back. Good. Now do the same on the other knee…. Good…” Now I’m completely open to you, pulling my knees back and open, my pussy lips spread wide, pink, and wet. I’m certain you could see inside me if you looked.

You seem pleased and you walk around the hotel bed again, tilting your head, looking at me. But it’s not right just yet — I can see that in your eyes. You stand at the foot of the bed, staring, and you say “Raise your arms over your head. Reach for the bedposts. But keep your knees where they are. I want that pussy wide open for me.” I raise my arms as instructed, and reach my hands for the bedposts, barely able to touch them with my fingertips.

“Good… That’s good” you murmur, smiling slightly. “Don’t move.”

I’m laying there, completely naked, contorted on the bed for you, as you reach for your bag. I hear you rustling around, looking for something, then pulling out a few items. My heart starts to pound again, wondering.

You walk to the head of the bed, smiling again. That smile, the look in your eyes, makes me shiver. I look down at your hands and see you holding two leather cuffs, and I swallow hard. This was what I wanted, I keep telling myself. This was what I NEEDED…