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Time Lapse: Tuesday, The Beginning.
Time Lapse: Wednesday, The Middle
45 MINUTES REMAINING
Good girl. You may come in. You are not to speak, you are to lock the door behind you. There will be a couch to your right, you are to place the items there that you were required to bring. Then you are to take your clothes off, proceed to the bed, and get on your knees for me. I'll be watching, and if you haven't listened, you'll be sent away to do it again. Understood? (d 4/7/10 6:43 pm)
I read this and smiled. The excited butterflies in my tummy bubbling up caused my grin to broaden. I grabbed my bag full of goodies and rushed to the hotel elevator. I checked my hair and make-up in the mirror on the ride up. I read the text again making sure to memorize each step. I wanted to please him. I wanted to get it all right the first time. I took a deep breath as I approached the door and stepped over the threshold.
The couch was right there as I walked in. I immediately placed my bag down and sorted through to find the toys I had been instructed to bring. I was feeling exposed, nervous. I knew I was being watched, though I hadn't bothered to look around for Daniel. He startled me when I stood up to begin my next task. There he sat, opposite the couch, reclining in the desk chair, relaxed and looking very serious. I couldn't help but smile demurely at him. His face was impassive, his blue eyes fierce.
I fumbled nervously with my clothes. My pants and panties fell to the floor in a heap and soon my shirt and bra joined them. It couldn't have been a less sexy strip tease. I was matter of fact, self-consious and trying to find my way into a character. Who was I meant to be? The defiant slave--testing her master by completing the tasks eye to eye? Or the shy submissive--both cheeks blushing and eyes downcast? In the end I was me, a little of both, a little of neither--just frances, seemingly confident in the midst of selfdoubt, blushing while I tried to return his gaze.
30 MINUTES REMAINING
I stalked over to the bed. Constantly worrying that at any moment he would send me away to do it again. Did he want me on all fours? He said: 'get on your knees for me' though, so that's what I did, with my back to him. Time seemed to slow. The air in the room was cool on my skin and I gasped in surprise as he nudged me onto all fours for him. He grabbed my right wrist and placed it between my legs, encouraging me to touch myself. Everything felt new. The lack of communication, the use of my non-dominant hand to stimulate myself, the fact that I had no idea what was coming next--all of these heightened the confusion in my aroused state. Was he watching? Should I be putting on a show for him? Or was this just to keep me busy while he readied the next part of the game?
All these ideas flashed through my mind as I stroked my clit. Soon enough I found a rhythm and fought the urge to moan as my breathing incresed. Time was moving so slowly. My brain and my body were in overdrive as everything around me moved like molasses. I lost myself for a brief moment in the pleasure between my legs.
25 MINUTES REMAINING
It was then that Daniel plunged into me without warning from behind. I was immediately full. I bit my lip and sucked air through my teeth to avoid crying out. He pulled me back onto his cock roughly. My pussy welcomed him eagerly after the 2 day warm up he had forced upon it. He took me in earnest, our skin slapping together loudly with each thrust. This vulgar noise, the only testament to our connection in the quiet room.
10 MINUTES REMAINING
He pulled out and was off the bed before I was conscious of his departure. My pussy was immediately filled again, but it was not the same. This was cold, unyielding...the glass dildo, Dan. I knew what was next. Daniel once again took my hand and led me to pleasure myself with Dan as he set to work lubing my asshole for his cock. I barely had a moment to prepare myself mentally and he was working himself in. I groaned against my will. I wanted to beg him to stop. I wasn't ready. It hurt, but I refused to disappoint him. I wanted to be his slave, his good girl. I forced myself to relax, to push back to him rather than tighten up and pull away. Soon he found a rhythm. His cock moved in and out of my ass as the glass dildo moved simultaneously, separated only by thin skin. I was full and my brain was mush.
3 MINUTES REMAINING
He knew I could not take any more. Without a word we both got up and cleaned ourselves up a bit. Afterward he gently lay me back on the bed and spread my thighs. Once again he was there, inside me, like he had never left. His eyes found mine and a look of love spread across his face.
1 MINUTE REMAINING
"I love you," he said, looking me squarely in the eyes as his cock drove methodically into me.
"May I speak now, sir?" I asked softly, barely audible.
"I love you too, baby."
And with that, the game was over.