I wait until we’re in the elevator before I tell her.
“I have a surprise for you today.”
“You do?” She’s too wilful to ask anything more, but the corners of her mouth turn fractionally upwards. She might be able to stifle her smile, but she can’t disguise the gleam in her eyes. I wonder what images those few words have conjured in her mind, whether they’re already making her moist. I find myself with a struggle of my own, not to lick my lips at the thought of her wet sex.
The elevator doors open with a deep sigh on the fourth floor. I lead the way down the quiet corridor. I can feel her eyes questing over my back, and I smile to myself. I feel for the key card in my jacket pocket, slip it into the door lock of room 419. The rectangular LED above the card slot flashes green first time, and I push the door open and step to one side of the threshold.
“Après vous, Madame.”
“So formal,” she smiles, walking past me into the room. The fragrant scent of Coco fills my nostrils, stirs my loins. I close and lock the door and flick on the bedside lights while she hangs her jacket over the back of one of the high backed chairs. Behind her, the floor-to-ceiling windows look out across the overcast Docklands towards the towering spires of commerce a kilometre or so away.
The Isle of Dogs. How appropriate.
She turns to look at me, her black leather court shoes planted a foot or so apart, her hands placed firmly on her hips. She exudes arrogance. In her crisp white blouse and knee-length charcoal skirt, she might have stepped out of one of the executive meetings that are undoubtedly going on less than a mile away. For all that I know, that’s where she was before we met in the subdued bar above the hotel lobby thirty minutes ago. I know so much about this woman who’s almost a complete stranger to me.
“So? What’s this surprise?”
I loosen my tie and lean back against the edge of the desk lining the longest wall.
“Take off your clothes.”
She looks at me questioningly.
“You heard me: take off your clothes.”
She tilts her head slightly to one side, in the way she always does when the dominant side of her personality is about to yield to the submissive that dwells within her. She undoes one button on her blouse, then turns towards the windows, reaching out for the heavy drapes.
“Leave them open.”
She glances back at me over her shoulder. “And what if people can see us?”
“Then this is one afternoon they’re not likely to forget in a hurry.”
She shrugs, then smiles with something akin to wanton surrender, something that makes my semi-hard cock lurch within my trousers. She’s never been afraid to play, to explore, to capitulate to invention or innovation.
It’s one of the things that I find irresistible about her.
She turns back to me, undoes the remaining buttons, then peels the two halves of silk aside and drops the blouse to the floor. The sight of her full breasts, barely restrained within white lace, whips at my senses. The diaphanous cups of her brassiere do nothing to conceal the dark areola within, the stiffening peaks at their centres. It’s pointless trying to disguise how the spectacle of her body affects me, and she smiles with dark triumph as she feels for the zip on the back of her skirt. The crackle of the zip is followed by the sound of her skirt hissing its way down her legs. She steps out to one side, her semi-nakedness gleaming in the low lighting.
I look her up and down approvingly, then say just one word.
“Everything.”
She glances once towards the wide open vista, and then she reaches behind herself again, releases the bra’s clasp and lets it slide down her arms to join the blouse and the skirt. She hooks her thumbs into her panties and effortlessly dispenses with them as well. Lust and apprehension flicker across her face.
“Lie on the bed,” I tell her. “Face down.”
She does as instructed. The tension comes off her in waves. I can see it in the slender muscles across her shoulders, in the curve of her spine, in her taut thighs. I crouch down at the head of the bed, and retrieve one of the two nylon straps I fixed in place to the headboard when I checked in an hour before. Affixed to the end of the strap is a single cuff of soft black leather. My eyes hold hers as I wrap the cuff about her left wrist, then secure it in place with a gold padlock. She blinks at the sound of the lock snapping shut. I take my time as I walk around the bed and secure her right wrist in the same fashion. Her gaze narrows fractionally as I turn away.
She pulls against her bonds, testing their strength, their ability to hold her.
“Helpless,” she says, more than a hint of mocking in her voice.
“Not quite,” I answer. “Not yet.”
From inside the wall closet, I retrieve the items I stowed there earlier. My first selection is the spreader bar. Almost three feet of brilliant chrome, with leather cuffs like the ones I fastened about her wrists hanging from each end. I purchased it especially for today.
“Spread your legs,” I say.
“What?”
“You know exactly what I said. Spread your legs. Or would you have me do it for you?”
Slowly, her legs part. Standing at the foot of the bed, I have the most delicious view along the length of her body. The shadows cast by the bedside lights aren’t quite deep enough to hide the secrets of her sex from my insatiable gaze. Her smooth labia are parted sufficiently to betray a hint of shy moistness blushing within her.
Evidently, my cock is no longer content with being semi-hard.
I crouch down again, and fasten one of the cuffs around her left ankle. When I take hold of her right ankle, she fights, pulling hard against the nylon straps that bind her to the headboard, trying to twist her leg free of my grasp. The resistance of the straps, the power of my own grip on her, tell her that the time for struggling has passed. And while the inevitability of that thought is still occupying her mind, I wrap the second cuff tightly about her right ankle, snap the lock shut, and she is mine, regardless of her intent or desire.
She looks round at me. “Helpless,” she says again. This time, though, there is no mocking undertone.
“I know.”
“Bastard.”
I smile. “I know.”
Now that she’s prepared, I strip myself naked. I take my time, staying out her line of sight so that she can only listen to me undress. I could have blindfolded her, but I want her free to look to her left and see that open expanse of glass and wonder who is watching her, bound and vulnerable to my every caprice.
Naked, I stand to the left of the bed. She gasps when she sees the silhouetted outline of my fully erect cock.
“Strapping me down turns you on that much?”
I immediately bring the palm of my hand down hard against her left buttock.
“Ow.”
“Do you recall me inviting your comment?”
“I just-”
My palm cracks against her right buttock this time, a little harder than the first stroke.
“OW!”
“Do you recall me inviting your comment?”
She looks up at me with fire and submission in her liquid eyes.
“No.”
“That’s what I thought.”
I kneel down so that my face is very close to hers.
“Remember when you told me about how being spanked didn’t turn you on any more? How your senses had been dulled to its pleasures? Well, I did quite a bit of research on the subject. Do you want to know what I learnt?”
She nods, her eyes never leaving my face for a second.
“Apparently, being spanked like this offers you … new sensations. The spreader bar opens up parts of you that wouldn’t ordinarily experience the sweet sting of a hand … or a paddle … or a flogger. It allows the spanker to reach those extremely tender, unexplored parts of your anatomy. Should he or she desire to do so, of course.”
Gently, I cup her chin.
“How does that sound to you?”
“It sounds … wonderful.”
“It sounds wonderful…?” I raise my eyebrows as my words trail off.
She swallows. “It sounds wonderful … Master.”
I stroke my fingertips down the side of her face. “That’s better. That’s good.”
I reach over to where I placed the rest of the items.
“It’s not just about pain, though,” I tell her in a low voice. “There has to be balance.”
I lift the large white ostrich feather so that she can see it, turn it slowly before her eyes. “Can you imagine what it will be like to feel the edges of this feather brushing against you, to feel its tip teasing … tantalising … delicately exploring the most sensitive places on your body? Can you imagine the torment that will create? Can you imagine how wild those subtle sensations will drive you? How they will make you buck and pull and struggle helplessly against your bonds? How they will make you beg me to fill you with my long, thick cock, to fuck you long and hard and fast until you come all over my shaft, until you feel my hot seed spurting deep inside you?”
She shivers, but says nothing.
I smile. “And do you know what else? That wicked bar down there is going to do something else to you. It’s going to stop you from squeezing your thighs together, from squeezing those deliciously full cunt lips together. Because I know just how clever you can be at pleasing yourself that way.”
I lean closer so that I can whisper into her ear. “And if I catch you grinding yourself against the mattress, I’m going to flip you onto your back. Do you understand me?”
She nods.
“Say it.”
“I understand you … Master.”
I stand back up. The imprint of my hand has all but disappeared from her left buttock, but her right cheek still holds the dull red outline of my palm.
“Good.” I reach down and pick up the soft leather flogger. “Then I think it’s time we got started.”
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I wish my Friday afternoons were this arousing.
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Kirsten, I can only hope that your Friday afternoons will become just as arousing very soon…
~EA
Oh… yes please!! What a delightful story to take to my bed with me… thank you, EA!!
You’re welcome, Ms H. I hope that I managed to keep you warm…
~EA
just, beautiful.
bedtime beckons…
I’m glad you liked it, AS…
~EA
room 419 you say ? …which friday afternoon did you have in mind….? xx the perfect way to end any week….role reversal from the dominant boss to the submissive lover…such a pleasure it would be to obey your every request….to respond to your desires… xx
Lovely of you to think so, Kimmie…
~EA
Sublime … You may not have invited a comment but you did ask for an invitation . . . and now you have it.x
Then I’ll be sure to keep a close eye on my messages…
~EA
Very sexy… extreme has its fascinations, definitely.
We’re agreed on that, Marianne…
~EA
oh, my. you do have a way with words, EA. thank you…(for what, you ask? well, wouldn’t you like to know…:D)
can’t wait for more!
Yes, I’d love to know exactly what it is I’m being thanked for. Care to share?
~EA
You can always be relied on to give me something to smile about … I wish my Fridays were as much fun!
It’s nice to know I’m thought of so highly…
~EA
Are you sure you haven’t sneaked into my own fantasy collection in my mind, EA?
This was another delicious offering, and something I would dearly love to try out one day.
Well, Pandorah … if you will go leaving your fantasy collection where I can so readily find it…
~EA
Oh, that’s excellent. Inspiring, really. Got to raise my game, it would appear.
My thanks, Cyrano…
~EA
EA - Marvellous! I’m free next Friday….
You choose the hotel, I’ll bring the champagne - and the accessories…
~EA
What a deliciously wicked scene to keep in the back of my mind. And that photo…so erotic, so perfect. I almost envy that woman.
Wonderfully done, EA, as usual.
Thank you, Dru…
~EA
Ruf has just remarked that the woman in that photograph could be me… he has the photographs to prove it. And yet Im sure we kept the curtains closed. Anyway, having spent some time this morning firmly secured, suddenly Im very keen to order a set of spreaders…
Didn’t you know, Cake? Modern technology has made curtains meaningless…
~EA
Oh that was excellent. Just what I wanted to read on my birthday. So delicious and wonderfully put together.
Well, I’m pleased to have been able to provide a birthday treat, Daniellina. Had I known it was your birthday in advance, I would have dedicated the piece to you…
~EA
Damn. I must be getting old. After reading your story (true?),I just thought - how sad to get so jaded with sex that you need to be trussed in such a manner. Is anyone just ‘doing it’ anymore?
Yeah, I know. If I don’t like it, move on…
Damn. I must be getting cynical. After reading your comment, I can’t help but think that you’re just not ‘doing it’ at all - kink or non-kink (true?). In any event, how sad to be trussed in a life devoid of imagination.
You can move on now…
~EA
Whew~
Once again I’m struck speechless by those ever so well put together words that spring off of the page to greet me!
Thanks , EA for a wonderfully arousing read.
You flatter me, Lea - but thank you all the same…
~EA
The effect of your words are amazing. You have a gift…I leave “here” and go “there” with almost every piece of writing. I hope you are living most / all of these situations. Enjoy.
Lovely of you to say so, SG - thank you…
~EA
EA, the second time I read this I just had to let my fingers go down and feel my wetness. So sublime, you helped my tired fingers do their work so well!!!
I only wish it was your cock doing the job…
I’m delighted that my words had such a profound effect upon you, Natasha…
~EA
Wow, will you keep us waiting long for the second part, you cruel, cruel man? Perfect words, as usual. The picture did nothing for me this time,though… Thanks EA
I think you might well be disappointed, Aurea. I never had a second part in mind. It was always my intention to leave the rest of this tale to your imagination. I’m sorry you didn’t enjoy the photograph, either - it helped provide a rich vein of inspiration when I was writing…
~EA
the combination of voyeurism and soft core bdsm makes this post luscious. if i was in the building across the street from this hotel room….i definately would be watching through a telescope lens, so both hands were free….naked….waiting for your next move.
Oh, Nymph - now my thoughts are occupied with you naked behind a telescope watching everything that’s happening. Next move? To write the telephone number for the room on a big piece of card, and prop it in the window…
~EA
You could definitely bring out the sub in me.
My hubby will be quite pleased with what I’ve learned from you
May we link?
xo
Miss O
Miss o - it’s my pleasure to have been of some small assistance in your ongoing education. And yes, I’d very much enjoy linking up with you…
~EA
“I have a surprise for you today.”
Mmmmm, I adore surprises and this one sent my pulse racing this morning. I so love your wicked mind, EA.
The memory of this scene is certain to provide delightful torment for me as I go through my day. I welcome the distraction.
Feel free to surprise me anytime.
Many thanks,
Elyse
I’ll be sure to remember your invitation, Elyse…
~EA
You can’t leave us hanging…we need closure…Not fair, give us an ending.
how were you going to use the rod?
what other magical stuff do have?
you are a tease.
Isn’t it sometimes better when a writer leaves things to the imagination of his readers? Besides, I thought that women enjoyed men who are teases…
(And BTW, I have all sorts of other magical stuff for you)
~EA
This is amazing stuff, EA. I’ve showed it to Fractal too, as it reminds me quite a bit of how is he to me at times (though unfortunately we haven’t a big hotel window to be a little exhibitionist out of).
I can all too well imagine how aroused the lady in question was during all that, being bound and spanked into compliance, yum!
Can’t believe I’ve not seen your blog before, I’ll keeping one eye on it from now on
Thank you, Blacksilk. It’s lovely to know that you’ll be keeping me under surveillance from here on in…
~EA
you know, the best bit about being absent is the build up of entrys on my return.
I have to say out of all of them this has to be my fav.
EA you really can see inside my head can’t you?
thank you.
I’m glad the stockpile was to your taste, Raven. As to whether I can see inside your head … well, I can’t give away all my secrets now, can I?
~EA
absolutely delicious,you write like satin slipping across my skin.
I’m forwarding this story to my master for his approval…thank you
It’s lovely of you to say so, Rachel - I hope that your master’s approval grants you whatever it is that you desire…
~EA