‘The Submissive will be worthy of mastering by honouring her commitments.’

Its over a month since my initiation and the marks of you on my body are long since gone. I am frustrated and my lack of patience is not conducive to serving you well.

I slip into the hotel room later than we agreed, wash myself and walk around the room deliberately naked. I notice the creases you have made to the sheets just a few minutes before. I imagine you lying there and it is making my stomach roll in anticipation.

On the bedside table there are two lengths of rope and next to them a small vibrating plug. You’ve asked me to slip this inside me before I see you and as I shower I squirt some lube onto my fingers, run them around my tight asshole and exhale as it nudges me open.

I step into the dress I have chosen and undo a few of the buttons that trace their way neatly up my thigh. I roll the soft suede boots I’ve chosen for the occasion over each knee in turn and run to the elevator, which does nothing to calm my already quickening heart rate.

I spot you in the bar and as I slide into the seat across from you I pause for longer than necessary to drink you in. You look fucking handsome.

I wonder if we might slip into flirtatious conversation but you lean across the table and hand me a bag with what I am certain is a sex toy in it, although you aren’t interested in confirming it and I like you more for it.

The nights creeps in and it’s time to go to our room. As I rise from the sofa you’ve sat uncomfortably close to me on for the last few hours I realise that my balance is less than optimal after one too many drinks and next to no appetite for food.

The lights flicker to life in room 1401 and I flash my eyes across to you playfully. You do not reciprocate the sentiment.

‘Take off your clothes’.

I look at you quizzically. ‘Can I put on my outfit please?’

‘No you may not. You can stay where you are and take off your clothes.’

I imagine what you are watching. Its an inelegant display as I fumble with my clothing and struggle to pull my boots off. The process is humbling. I stand in front of you with my hands crossed in front of me and you deliberately leave a longer than necessary pause before delivering your next instruction. ‘bend over, put your hands flat on the desk and wait.’

Good. I let myself imagine the things you might do to me as my back turned, I wait …and wait and imagine some more but you do nothing at all. Minutes keep ticking by and it is intolerable.

At regular intervals you come over to lightly kick the hotel’s waste bin between my legs to stop me regaining some dignity and for 15 minutes or so this continues in torturously long cycles as you remind me that I wont be late for you again or the next time you’ll make me piss in the bin. Its demeaning.

I am furious and enthralled.

I punch at a soft toy that is sitting on the hotel desk smiling at me and send it flying into a wall. You laugh at me and I immediately know I am now further away from the outcome I desire.

‘You can put on the outfit now.’

Finally.

I pick it out of the drawer and begin walking to the bathroom. ‘Here. You can put that on here.’

You recline into a chair as I struggle with putting the right limb through the various straps under your watchful gaze.

Behind you is a full length feature mirror that pops out from the wall. Its forward facing illumination floodlights the subject and I can see that you have cleared a space in front of it.

‘When you are finished, come here and stand facing the door.’ I step into you hoping to provoke your touch but save for the blindfold you place across my eyes your hands are busy behind me with something else.

I place my wrists together in front of me and you begin to bind them, looping them back and forth until you are satisfied enough to knot them off. A trail of rope sways in front of me and I feel you arch over my shoulder before my wrists are pulled upwards levered by a metal hook which I can now hear knocking against the doorframe.

My back arches to discover tolerance in this stress position and I pull down and lengthen myself towards you, my ass begging for your attention. Your hands swirl around my cheeks and down onto my thighs. They are at work sticking things and I cant work out what the purpose of this might be. I dip lower into them hoping you’ll let me have your fingers inside me but instead I sit back into a smooth, hard object pushing its length into my lightly trained asshole.

I wince a little and I hear you running more rope upwards again past my head. I stand on my tiptoes unsure of how to accommodate this new device and as I sink back down I realise that my body is hooked in a position that perfectly presents my holes to you for fucking.

A wrapper tears in my peripheral hearing and your cock does not ask for invitation as you sink its thickness all the way up to my belly in one deliberate motion.

A shock runs across my thighs in counterbalance to the pleasure of receiving you and now I realise that you will punish me as you fuck me with intermittent shocks of electric current.

The blindfold has shunted down to beneath my nose with serendipitous timing and I snatch the moment to watch you using me in the mirror as I observe my body, roped, hooked and bound in your servitude.

I admire the force with which you use my cunt and rest my forehead on the door to try and steady myself from your pounding.

I am at the limit of taking you like this and my legs are starting to tremble from the shocks. Just as I think it the door hook relents and slides its way down to the floor.

You take a pause to watch it and opinion quietly on the merits of medical grade steel by comparison. I take the moment to breathe at last.

‘Get on your knees facing the mirror.’

I am still bound by the wrists and I observe myself now in full luminescence as you pull the hook from me with one hand and reach in front of me to unceremoniously suction a 7” cock to the mirror with the other. It bobs back and forth in front of my mouth while you speak.

‘Lets do some training shall we? Take it all the way in and I will count to ten as you do. Your nose should touch the mirror.’

‘ten.’

I lean forward onto my knees and try to encourage my throat to open. My eyes are slightly smudged with mascara and in the floodlight of the mirror and under your gaze I am not performing well.

‘You aren’t trying hard enough.’

‘im sorry Sir, but I don’t know if I can. Its very hard.’

With this you take the veined cock into your hand, wrench it from its suction, tilt your head back and take it all the way down your throat.

‘oh.’

‘nine’. You begin again.

With every count I slide my throat further down its unforgiving rubbery shaft until my nose starts to creep up to the mirror. My eyes are watering and I am retching almost continuously. I think you like it and the depravity of the dynamic makes my cunt swell.

You let me stand after I’ve finished my work and push me on to the bed. I roll on to my front in anticipation of my reward and you push yourself between my legs, hooking my calves with your feet to keep them spread. Your hand slides across my shoulder and your fingers begin to curl around my throat.

You squeeze my windpipe and I suck through the constricted tube for air as you bottom out inside me with every thrust. I reach down to play with my clit and the pleasure of the pain you’re inflicting forces my orgasm.

You don’t slow your fucking to nurture my orgasm and I like it.

I roll onto my knees and take you in my mouth. I can taste my cum on your cock and I want you to coat my mouth with yours too.

I wrap both hands around you and make my way up and down your shaft.

I circle my tongue around the tip of your circumcised cock but you nudge yourself further into the soreness of my bruised throat and I know you will want me to swallow you.

I suck you with more vigour and grip you harder. I can hear you moan now.

You cum hard in my mouth and my tongue is flooded with your seed.

I cant swallow you again and I wonder if you finish disappointed with my service.

The next morning you furnish me with 30 lines.

‘The Submissive will be worthy of mastering by honouring her commitments.’

And already I imagine the methods in which I will extend myself to please you next time.