Male dominant, female submissive

“You know, we have a few hours before the reservation,” he said, kissing the back of her neck. “Do we want to get a little more comfortable?”

And he started to unbutton her blouse.

“I need time enough to shower,” she responded, taking over the unbuttoning duties herself. “But I’m sure we could find something to do right now”

Her blouse hit the floor and they walked to the bed. He unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the floor. “Why don’t you lie down?” he suggested, and she did.

He walked to his tote, untouched since checking into the room. “Oh, you have plans, don’t you?” she asked, sliding her pants down.

“Oh, I might have a plan or two,” he answered, pulling out two sets of leather cuffs. “Let me see your wrists.”

He attached the first set of cuffs to her wrists, then a set of cuffs about her ankles. “Now lie down.”

Said laid herself on the bed and he took her right leg, bent it at the knee, and threaded her right arm through the gap between bed, thigh and shin. “Grab your ankle,” and, as she did, he bound her wrist cuff to the ankle cuff. And then did the same to her left side.

And with her bound, on the bed, he walked back to his bag, pulling out a Watenberg Wheel. He brought the device to her right shoulder and traced her collarbone.

Down her sternum and between her breasts.

With his right hand, he tugged a nipple toward her shoulder, and traced the line between the underside of her breast and her chest, moving the wheel slowly and deliberately – keeping the pressure such that it was constantly toeing the line between tickle and pain.

Releasing her breast, he knelt between her legs and traced down her side, following the line of her last rib, back to her sternum, and then straight down her abdomen – almost teasing with how slow the wheel moved.

When he reached the mound above her sex, he moved it to her right hip, tracing between hip and leg.

His left hand spread the lips of her sex and his right hand, ever so slowly, moved the wheel toward her most imitate region. Slowly, as if imitating Drax from Guardians of the Galaxy eating a zagnut, he traced the line between inner and outer lip.

She felt open. Exposed. Vulnerable. His gaze was intense, focused on her sex. A part of her wanted to close her legs, to block his line of view. Yet his rising libido was nearly palpable – it was almost as if he was feeding on her vulnerability.

Then she realized how she was tied together, and she couldn’t have closed her legs if she tried. And the “I’m at his mercy, anyway,” along with the thrill of a being in a hotel bed brought about a wave of lust. She thrust her hips toward him just as he was tracing the hood above her clitoris. She gasped as her thrust pushed a tooth of the wheel into that most sensitive little button.

“You’re digging the pain, aren’t you?”

“Oh, maybe a little bit,” she said back, with a wink. He looked at her for a long moment before unfastening his belt.

He walked to the side of her bed on her right side and forced her to flip over, before walking back to the foot of the bed. Kneeling between her legs, he traced down her back with his fingertips.

When he got to her butt, he grabbed her left cheek in both hands, leaned in, and nibbled in the meaty part of her flesh until she squeaked, at which point he let go of her and smacked her other cheek, playfully.

He took off his belt and doubled it up, holding the buckle and loose end in his hand. And he struck. He made contact with her left butt cheek, leaving an angry welt from the little crease between upper thigh and butt cheek over to the outside of her left hip.

And then he hit the same spot again.

And again.

“Oooh, harder,” she said, wiggling.

And he hit harder.

“OWWW!” she yelled in response.

So he marked up her right cheek in the same fashion.

He started to trace his fingers up her right thigh when her phone alarm went off.

“It can’t be that time yet!” she pouted.

“What’s the alarm for?” he asked.

“I told you, I need to get myself ready before we go tonight. Untie me, I need to get in the shower.”

“I was unaware that you were the one in charge here,” he responded, smacking her ass.

“Oh, please Mestro, will you please untie me?. Lord knows how long we’ll have to wait if we’re late. And I do believe it’s you who has such issues with propriety about being on time. And, besides, you fuck better with a full stomach, anyway.”

He unclipped her left wrist, “Go, shower,” he said, a smile on his face, and she ran off to the bathroom, emerging later, nude but with her makeup on.

“I’m going to have such pretty bruises,” she said, shaking her ass at him, before her eyes were drawn to the bed, where a giftbag sat. “Ooooh, shiny! Is that for me?!”

“You deserve all the presents, my pet,” he said. Go ahead and open it.

First, she pulled out a thin, black box. Inside the box she found a beaded necklace with two silver chains attached where you might expect to find a pendant. On the other end of the chains? Rubber-coated clamps. “Oooh, I like this, put it on?” she asked, turning her back to him.

He placed the necklace over her head, and closed the clasp about the nape of her neck. With the necklace fastened, she cupped her breasts and turned around. “And would you do the honors here?”

He toyed with the little screws about the clamps, ensuring there the tension of the either clamp wasn’t too tight. He attached one to each of her nipples, tugging just a little to ensure they’d stay in place. “Dinner will take awhile, I don’t want them too too tight.”

“This feels perfect,” she said, shaking her breasts and delighting at the little jingle of the chain. “So what else did you get me?” And with that, she pulled out a bag of uncooked rice and blue roll. “Is this KT Tape?”

“Why yes, it is.”

“I’m more than a bit confused, Maestro,” she responded.

“Bend over the bed,” he instructed, and as she “assumed the position,” he opened cut open the bag of rice, cut a length of KT tape, and pulled the backing off. He pulled out a pinch of raw rice and sprinkled it about the sticky side of the tape before picking the tape up and placing it about her bum, just over the long welt on her right cheek.

And he did the same with her left ass cheek. “I like knowing you have reminders.”

“You’re devious, Maestro,” she responded, wriggling her ass and noting that just a grain or two of rice was before jumping back to the gift bag. “What else did you get me?!”

The last item came of the bag, looking like a pink egg with a hook type thing attached at one end, and what appeared to be a butterfly at the end of the hook. “Is this what I think it is?” she asked.

“I guess that depends on what you think it might be, my pet,” he answered. “It’s a vibrator – but I do believe it’ll provide some entertainment through the night. Why don’t you go & pee — then put it in.”

So she did, placing the egg side into her vagina, and securing the butterfly-end of the hook thing against her clit.

“I really should be getting dressed,” she announced, but then she started feelings the rumblings of the vibrator and look at her Maestro and saw that he was playing on his phone.

“It’s going to be one of those nights, I see,” she said. She walked over to her suitcase and rummaged through her clothing, pulling out underwear and her dress for the evening.

“Dammit, stop. I need to concentrate!” she yelled, and he put his phone into his pocket.

She got herself dressed, admiring the way the chains from the necklace disappeared into her neckline, simply leaving one to wonder where they might be attached. Carefully, she inspected the way her beasts looked in the mirror – at best, it looked like, maybe, she might just be a little chilly.

There was no way to tell the tape was on, nor was there any way to detect the vibrator inside her. They walked, hand-in-hand, to the elevator and down to the lobby and across to the hotel’s restaurant.

They were seated at their table immediately upon arrival and he pulled out his phone, setting the toy at it’s lowest setting.

“How is the tape?” he asked.

“It’s . . . pleasantly uncomfortable,” she responded, grinning.

“Very good,” he responded, tapping his phone & a strong pulse of vibration hit her nether regions.

“Can I start you two with something to drink?” the waiter asked, approaching.

They ordered wine and the waiter disappeared. “Wow, he’s cute,” she noticed, squeezing his hand. He brought the motor of the sex toy just a *little* higher.

The waiter returned with their wine. She struggled to maintain her composure as pulse after pulse of vibration met her as she ordered her entrée. As soon as the waiter left, having taken their order, she reached out her hand for his.

And he started playing, slowly ramping up the vibration, before heading it back. She gripped his hand and he ramped things up further.

She gasped, squeezing his hand with all of her might. He continued to ramp up the vibration. Her body shuddered, she closed her eyes, and bit her lip to keep from moaning.

He kept the vibration on high for another second. She opened her eyes and stared at him. Ever so slowly, he brought the toy’s vibrations back to their minimum setting. And, save for a few “just to make sure it’s still working,” checks, that is where things remained throughout the meal.

“I don’t know, dear, do we want dessert?” he asked, tapping the phone screen, repeating the waiter’s question.

“I think we have business elsewhere,” she responded, holding his hand. And with that, the waiter dropped the check on the table and departed.

“Ok, I need to pee,” she said. “Just how exactly…”

“Just take it out when you hit the stall,” he instructed, adding “the battery is just about dead. But twist those clamps just a little tighter, please.” She left, taking her purse with her.

Returning to the table, she opened her purse, depositing the toy, wrapped in a very damp pair of panties, on his lap. “Are we done here? I think we need to head upstairs.”

He gazed at the waiter, nodded his head, and they left, hand in hand, heading back to the elevator.

As soon as the elevator doors closed, she wrapped him in an embrace and started kissing him – practically mounting him. “Whoah, girl,” he said.

“That was diabolical,” she answered as the elevator rang their for their floor. They exited the elevator and walked into their room. Once the door was closed behind them, she unzipped her dress.

“I need to be fucked in the worst way,” she said, rapidly undressing.

“All in due time, my pet,” he responded, taking off his sportcoat. “Lie down on the bed, let me take care of that tape,” and she leapt to the bed. Slowly, he started working the tape off her butt, tracing the outlines of the individual grains of rice imprinted among some very distinctive welts that were already starting to bruise.

“Clamps on or off?” he asked, just as there was a knock on the door. “Oh, that was quick. I guess they’re staying on,” he responded, walking across the room and opening the door.

In walked the handsome waiter from the restaurant. “The gifts don’t stop, do they?” she asked.

As the waiter undressed, he started saying “well, my name is Justin but you already…”

“Don’t care,” she interrupted. “Fuck me,” she said from her hands and knees, looking back over her shoulder.

And so the waiter finished taking off his clothes and started to fuck her.

Her Maestro walked to her face and they kissed, passionately, as the waiter fucked her doggy-style. She came and bit his lip. The waiter continued to pump into her. She and her Maestro continued to make out.

The waiter pressed hard into her yelling “holy shit” and kept his body pressed hard against he came. For a good minute, the waiter and she remined still. Her Maestro kissed her again and again.

“Should I?” the waiter asked.

“That was wonderful,” she interrupted. “But your work here is done for now,” she said, smiling back.

The waiter started to re-dress. “I’m actually kind of glad – I still have closing duties to do.”

“Well then – have a good night,” she said, walking him to the front door.

“So many presents my Maestro,” she said, walking back to the bed. “And you’re still dressed!”

She sat on the edge of the bed and started to unzip his fly. “It’s time for me to give you back a present of your own.”