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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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You book a hotel room. A nice one. One that you're comfortable in. Text me the name and room number after you check in at 3pm. I'll leave you alone for 2 hours. Alone in the room, alone with your thoughts. Every chance to run away. You seriously contemplate it on at least a dozen occasions. You are only allowed two drinks. One per hour. Your mind has never been like this before, why are you doing it, why are you still here. You convince yourself it will all be fine. This is what you want. An experience of a lifetime. Will you stay or will you go. You try pass the time and distract your mind by watching TV, quiz show the chase is on. But it's not working. Tick tock...minute by minute, all alone with your mind and then....it begins, the next level. A message arrives from me. Your heart skips a beat and automatically then pulses faster. It says, 'I'm on my way...be ready', not the kind of reassuring message you were expecting. You are searching for any reason, any excuse to end all this and now you have it, you stand up to gather you bag and leave, yet....your fingers are typing a reply and pressing send, subliminally disobeying your mind, you simply typed 'Yes Sir'. You now have 90 mins until my arrival, deep breath you think, OK at least I can keep busy getting ready, I can do this. Over the next hour you strip, shower and prepare yourself for me, that pensive feeling in your stomach growing...you can still leave, maybe I will you think, sure this is far enough this time, we can try more another time. You know you are absolutely free to go at any stage and I will be totally fine, I will thank you for the fun we had to this stage and will have enjoyed that, you find that utterly perplexing, am I not just wasting his time you think, how can he be so calm and nonchalant about all of this. You look at your watch and your heart beats faster again. Omg you think, I have less that 30 mins until He arrives. This is now getting so real. Yet you keep proceeding. New panties go on. High heels on. And nothing else. This is too much. What are you doing. You can't. You are. You want to. You dont want to. What if....a million thoughts, but...you know you have a way out at any time. Just text him, tell him you're ready but it ends now, do it!! But you don't. But you should, you know you should, hell, He probably even thinks you should!!! How will it feel, it's our first time, what if it's awkward, what if, what if, what if....and then your phone lights up. You gulp, it says '5 mins, you'd better be ready'. Right that's it you think, that is it you stand up ready to out your clothes on, better be ready he says, wtf like, no care, no compassion, no are you OK, just better be ready. But five mins, that means he's here, that means he's probably down stairs. And he probably has the other room key by now. What if I bump into him on way out, will we know it's each other? Maybe I'll hide, or run down the stairs, but what if he takes the stairs to, oh fuck you think, I've out done myself this time, you catch a glance of yourself in the mirror and even you are surprised at how hot you look, and a random thought pops into your head...'ruin but look after, ruin but look after' my motto, it's what you want, you strangely trust me, your body turns towards the bed, you walk to your bag, you pull out a black blindfold. It's almost like you are Zen like. You have given up on your mind. You have submitted. Submitted to me. And have accepted what is to come will be. You assume position one, on the floor, face towards the window, back towards the door, blindfold over your eyes, hands intertwined at the back of your head. Like how you are catching your breath after a run. And you wait. Seconds are minutes. You feel like your heart beating is the loudest noise in the hotel right now. Where is he you think. Surely five minutes is up now. Maybe he has changed his mind. Same rules apply in a world of equality. Your hands are getting tired, a nice distraction from your mind, he always did think of everything, you hope your elbows are nicely pointed out enough for when he inspects you. But maybe you should check your phone, just to be sure, jeez your mind today is being well tested! And then you hear it, a click at the door, nooooooooo, it can't be, you hear a louder sound, key card been taken out, access to room has been granted. He's here, you freeze, absolutely frozen to the floor, like a statue. The door opens and you hear it closing. You hear footsteps approaching, slowly, you sense a shadow over your body, are you even breathing you ask yourself, you feel a slight breeze from his movements, you feel so vulnerable yet strangely...yes, this is what you want, this is it! You know he is inspecting you, taking you all in. Your mind is brought back to reality when you hear a voice, His voice, but you've completely missed it, oh fuck, what did he say, what do I do now, but wait, what's this, you sense movement, a presence right in front of your face, and this time you cant but hear 'Hello sweetness'...two simple words, and it registers, you've a chance to end it all now, just like he said, if you say 'hello Paul', the blindfold comes off, you get dressed, we go for a drink, and chill out about the crazyness that we both just did. Go us, how many others would manage to do this with the sense of fun and nervous excitement that we both created. But instead, you utter the words you will never forget, always to remember as they escape your lips, you fully aware of what you are saying....'Hello Sir'. And so rather than this ending...it's only the beginning.... |
