The Hotel

She arrived on time as Sir has instructed, stopping at the front desk to pick up the room key as the text said. She made her way up to the third-floor room, not rushing up the stairs too fast because she didn’t want to flash anyone considering Sir had her wear a short skirt and a thong today. His text had told her he would be back shortly, he was going to pick up something to drink for afterward; she was to wait on her knees at the end of the bed. Sir had spent an hour or two in the room prior to when she was to arrive getting things in place for the afternoon, ties set under the edge of the bed, the bag of toys and items on the table, the tv turned on for background noise... all the essentials in place.

She approached the room door, inserted the key card and proceeded in to wait for her Sir. What she didn’t know is that he was walking up behind her from down the hall, he had a surprise for her. He stepped up behind her and put one hand on her mouth and the other one placing a knife carefully to her throat; he used his foot at the same time to make sure the door closed behind them. He had already also planned to only speak in hushed, gruff tones so that she wouldn’t recognize his voice.

“Don’t scream or fight pet, I would hate for things to get messy,” he whispered in her ear. Her eyes widened when she heard his voice, Sir wasn’t interested in knife play….

He walked her further into the room and told her to put her things in the chair next to the table. “Pick up the blindfold and put it on now,” he whispered. Not wanting to risk if it really was Sir or not, nor the possibility of surprising him or making him angry with her since he did have a knife on her throat, she obeyed and secured the blindfold. “Don’t scream,” he repeated; “nod if you understand.” She nodded and remained still as he took his hand off her mouth. He reached down into the bag and pulled out a pair of cuffs, “Put these on,” he said giving them to her. She secured both wrists in front of her as he had not given more specific instructions nor objections while she did it. At this moment the knife was moved from her throat and she was quickly pushed onto the bed. She landed hands and face first on the bed, started thinking of ways to get distance so that she could fight back if needed. However as she started to get her knees under her, he placed the dull of the knife at the top of her back and she immediately laid flat as he knelt to straddle her legs. Sir drew the knife down her back to the top of her skirt, then back up her back but this time slicing her shirt up the center so that he could pull it up to her wrists out of the way. Next were her bra straps, so that when he unhooked it, it came off quite quickly. He stood up to remove her skirt and she started to kick and squirm, feeling a bit unhappy with her actions he quickly removed his belt and with a fairly loud “SMACK” landed it straight across her ass. She immediately froze, as the only thought running through her head at that second was Do Not Scream….

Little did she know this whole time how truly nervous he really was at that moment, not because he was removing her clothes—that had been done many times—but because he was making sure to be extra cautious with each movement of the knife, not to harm her and yet be very precise and steady with each movement to ensure the intensity. Her Sir was taking on several new things in this session, they had discussed the knife play before but it wasn’t something he was comfortable with and the belt had always been an option just not used.

He finished removing her skirt now that she was lying still like a good girl, then took the back of the knife and drew it in waves and lines across her nice round, slightly pink ass. She did her best to remain still because it tickled a little. Next, he cut the sides of her thong, removing it and walked around to her head. “Open your mouth,” he told her pushing all the thong in for a proper gag. Now that he had her naked, blindfolded, cuffed, and gagged, it was time for a bit more torture before letting her enjoy herself. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up to the head of the bed where he had ties waiting, he hooked the cuffs to the rope so that she couldn’t go anywhere he didn’t want her to. She heard the click on the cuff chain and one she could tell he was back over by the table she tugged at the cuffs to confirm she couldn’t get away from this new position. She jumped when she heard him whisper, "On your knees my dear," close enough, his warm breath gave her shivers.

He walked over and turned the tv up some, he needed to cover the sounds coming next a bit. She began to get a bit anxious as he knelt by her on the bed, even though she knew it was Sir, he was pulling out all kinds of new or different things so she didn’t know what to expect next.

She cringed a little as she felt two lubed fingers going in her ass, the lack of warning meant she was a bit tense which wasn’t the most comfortable. Although she started to relax after she realized what was going on so far, and that was good because he quickly added a third finger to wiggle and work in and out of her ass. After several minutes she felt him pull his fingers out only to be quickly replaced by a plug larger than she had ever used. Then to top it off he smacked her ass directly on the plug, driving it in that much more. She whimpered a little at that, and he smiled pleased with her reaction and at the fact that she had been so quiet until then like a good girl. In that moment he decided to see if he could pull some more sounds from her so he grabbed the belt again and decided to give her 10 good swats, and planned to land at least a few directly across the plug. The first two or three swats she winced but remained silent, by the fourth one she was fighting back tears, the fifth and sixth she started to whimper a bit louder and the seventh one pulled a sound louder than she had intended and that caused him to react. He was pleased with her reaction, he could hear the sound of her crying a little and even at the small cry out. However, to stay with the mood he had set so far he felt he had to draw the dull of the knife down her cheek as he said one last time, “Not a sound…” she nodded in response. Burying her face in the bed to prevent any further noise escaping as he completed the final three swats with a little extra “Smack.”

When he was finished he took the belt and knife over to the table, set them down and returned to her to comfort her after such an intense session. He sat on the bed and removed the blindfold first, letting her keep her face hidden at the moment he stroked her hair and kissed her head. “Such a brave and good girl. I know that must have been hard for you, and you did so well. I’m proud of you my dear.” He rolled her over to lay on her back, her red eyes looking up at him with a smile. She was smiling despite her sore ass because she had pleased him and he had gone to such lengths to try to please her with a type of play unfamiliar and uncomfortable for him.

He gently wiped away her tears, kissing her cheeks as he did. “Shall we continue in a different direction my pet?” he asked, already reaching down to see how wet she was already. Again she nodded, considering she was still gagged. She was almost dripping wet when his fingers touched between her legs, he moved to reach much deeper inside her and to grab the nipple clamps from the table edge. He paused long enough to place a set of clamps on her nipples and a set on her clit. Then he continued with two fingers slowly, deeply moving in and out of her dripping pussy, His pussy. Her Sir removed the gag only to replace it with his hard cock that was now needing attention. She moved her head in time with his hips to give him more pleasure, watching his face as much as he was hers for reactions. Several minutes passed as both continued to work on each other, then he put his hand on the back of her head forcing her all the way down and causing her to gag a bit, a sound he enjoyed. Feeling himself get close but not ready to cum yet he pulled back and started working his fingers faster inside her. Noticing her getting close he said, “Remember my pet, you don’t cum until I tell you. You have done so well so far today, let’s see if you can be good a bit longer,” smiling as she moaned but didn’t give in. He moved between her legs and said, “Beg for my cock, show me how bad you want it.”

“Sir, please fuck me, I want you inside me. Hard throbbing, pounding me. Please, Sir.” He pounded her harder with his fingers…

"Na... uh... not good enough, beg baby girl.”

She moaned again trying to fight herself from cumming too soon, “Please...Sir. I need you to fuck me. I want to cum for you, please Sir make me cum.”

“That’s my girl,” he said as he pushed himself into His tight, hot, wet pussy. He pumped hard and fast, making her moan and breathe heavily while she was trying not to cum. He said, “Don’t cum yet, I didn’t give you permission to cum.” As he came inside His pussy, filling it with his hot load. “Back on your knees,” he commanded as he helped flip her back over. He reached under clipping the nipple and clit clamps together so that they both pulled and increased the sensitivity. Her ass was still very bright red from the belt and this time she would have marks for a few days, but it was worth it. He pulled the plug out, a small moan escaped her. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back as he pushed his still hard cock into her ass, pleased with the deep inhale he got from her as he did. Now he pounded her hard, faster, and deeper and rougher with each thrust, in her still tight, sweet ass. Her sounds became higher pitched and heavier breathing as she came closer to cumming. Both of them could tell this was going to be a big orgasm for her. “You have to ask my pet,” he reminded her.

“Sir may I please cum for you?” she asked trying to hold back.

“Not yet... not good enough…. ask again.,” he said trying to push her and see if she could hold out a little more.

“Ugh...Please, Sir...may I cum Sir...may I PLEAASSEE cum for you Sir?” she begged, begging is one of the hardest things for her and he knew it.

“Yes, baby girl, cum now, cum for me,” he urged her to cum, still pounding her ass….”Yes, that’s it baby girl, cum for me...keep cumming no one said you could stop yet…” he pushed. Her moans and sounds becoming louder as he pushed her to keep cumming. He pushed her head down into the bed to muffle the sounds. Dragging his nails down her back as he kept going, leaving behind some nice red claw marks all over her back. Then he suddenly pulled out and told her to “STOP,” it was a forceful command. She immediately collapsed onto the bed, on her side and worked to calm herself and catch her breath.

He went to her and unhooked, uncuffed her so she could move and get comfortable. Then he went to shower and clean up, she joined him after a minute to also clean up. They enjoyed the long hot shower together helping each other clean up. Once out of the shower she was wondering what she was going to wear home since all her clothes were cut up. Seeing the troublesome look on her, he went to the bag and pulled out a full set of clothes almost identical to the ones she was wearing and handed them to her. He had fully planned for everything today. Once things were packed back up, he poured both of them a glass of wine to share.