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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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I got a message from him saying 'I'm in reception, what's your room number?'
Shit I thought, there is no turning back now. I was dressed in black stockings, a black basque with built in corset that shrunk my waist to nothing, black backless panties that left my freshly hairless asshole totally exposed, and I was holding a black, full faced eyeless rubber mask in my hands.
I had arranged a chair so that I could kneel on it and my ass would be pointing towards the door, and I had a collar round my neck that extended down my back to two velcro handcuffs. I had practiced so that I could slip both hands behind my back and into them without help from anyone.
Fuck fuck fuck, what do I do I was thinking? A total stranger is downstairs, and he is expecting to fuck me tonight. I had had a few bi experiences before, mainly at the hands of professional Dommes, but this was my first arranged meet and I was way out of my comfort zone.
I checked that the condoms and lube were easily visible, took a hit of the poppers I had nearby, and that sent me over the edge, I needed cock, I needed to be used like a whore. Room 412 I messaged, come straight up...
I ran to the door, locked it ajar, moved back to the chair, pulled the rubber hood over my face, slipped my hands behind my back into my restraints, and bent over the chair. Seconds later I heard him enter the room and lock the door behind him... |
