Lessons In Obediance

It was 430p on an endless afternoon of customer complaints. I was starting to believe that I would never get to go home to relax. I thought I would scream as the phone started ringing again. ” Hello?” I answered. ” Go rent a room at the Marriott downtown Tampa. You only have to leave a few moments earlier than usual. Be quick and do what I say now. Get the room order something to drink and leave a key at the front desk for Mr. Masters. Go now because if I get there before you do I’m leaving.” The line went dead and I was stunned staring out the window. I knew who called and I knew what was expected of me but could I do it, would I have the courage to follow where my mouth had led me. It was about three weeks ago when this man and I had started talking and he brought out some of the most erotic and wicked thoughts. Things I never knew I wanted. I always thought I was in control of things and he made it painfully clear that I yearned to have no control. The question that was being posed to me now was that talking online was one thing. Did I dare to allow it to be played out in person? Before I could think anymore I had grabbed my purse and headed out the door with a lame excuse about a parking ticket I forgot to pay. My hands were white knuckled on the steering wheel as the rational side of my mind was telling me to stop this insanity. You have no idea if this man is a maniac or nuts only what his picture looks like. He has only seen pictures of you. There is no guarantee that he will be attracted to you. And what if he uses you. What then? Then the other side of my conscience kicked in, the adventurous side that got me into this in the first place. Oh stop being a sissy for once damn it. Be more like your online persona and quit chickening out. If he is nuts I’m dead, but I don’t think he is. I’m sure he looked just like his pictures and I wasn’t just talking to a picture these weeks. I was talking to a man with a mind that is attracting me like metal to a magnet. I think this is most of the attraction he has for me. So I’m not afraid to face him as I am. And as far as using me, so be it. I want to experience what he has to offer and I’m an adult and have no delusions of a relationship other than friendship and curiosity. So shut up and drive. Now that I had myself put in check I could put my energies into doing what I was told. I arrived at the Marriott and thought I was going to faint from being nervous. Squaring my shoulders I walked in and requested a room and left the key as I was instructed. Once in the room I called room service and ordered a chilled bottle of stoli’s for my nerves and tried to relax. Kicking off my shoes I started pacing like a schoolgirl that was about to be called into the mother superiors office. I went into the bathroom to check my hair and freshen my makeup. I pulled off my pantyhose because I hate to wear them anywhere but work. Hanging my suit jacket behind the door I undid a couple of buttons on my blouse and hoped that I didn’t look like an office girl. I was debating letting down my hair when room service arrived. I made a drink and still nervous turned on the radio. Turning up the radio loud distracted me from the thoughts in my head. Especially the one telling me to run for my life, that I didn’t belong here. I downed the drink I had made and made another one, looking at the clock, I became apprehensive because I had hurried here and now it seemed I had been waiting for a long time. Fresh drink in hand I wandered out to the balcony. It was dark and cold and I stood there watching Tampa come to life around me. My second drink was almost gone and I was contemplating making another one when an arm reached around my waist like a vice and my head was yanked back by a hand under my chin so abruptly that I lost my breath and the glass fell to the floor. I was pinned against your chest and could feel your breath in my ear almost like a caress. “Obedience is good, very good. You were prompt and did as I asked but submission is not an excuse for stupidity. You must be observant at all times pay attention to everything. Do you realize that anything could have just happened to you? I could do anything I wanted with you like this, even throw you over the railing and you’d be powerless to stop me.” Tightening your arm on my waist, you dug your fingers painfully into my side, and at the same time softly caressing my throat you said in a voice that was cold and hard you continued to explain my error. “The reason I could do anything I wanted right now is because you paid no attention to your surroundings. Though the object is for me to bend you to my will I do not want a mindless conquest either. There is no challenge in that at all. I want a woman that is responsive and knows her own mind, while also allowing me to be in control of her completely. Obeying is only a small part of this angel. You must observe everything. Otherwise you’ll never know what pleases me and how I react to your behavior. Being distracted will get you punished more often than not.” Releasing me so suddenly I almost stumbled, you walked inside with an order to clean up my mess and meet you inside. I was completely confused and unable to concentrate. I immediately went about cleaning up the drink I spilled, using the time to clear my mind and steady my trembling, trying to concentrate on what was happening rather than what I was feeling. I went inside and threw away the pieces of glass I had collected and to wash my hands. When I came out of the bathroom you were sitting on the couch, as I came closer to you, you put your hand out to me and I took it and curled my fingers through yours. “Come here.” you said pulling me down next to you. “I’m not finished explaining some things to you. Foremost is that you made an error and errors will be dealt with swiftly.” The hand I was holding became harsh and you twisted my arm behind my back and pulled me across your lap. Pulling up my skirt with your free hand you dealt me a very thorough and heavy-handed spanking. You spanked me so hard that tears of rage and humiliation welled up in my eyes. Anger and excitement were at war inside of me. I knew that if I struggled the spanking would only get harder, fighting an impulse to struggle I allowed the pain to bring me close to my worst fear. The fear of losing control, of losing my will, I believe it was this fear that began bringing me the pleasure that was starting to flow through my body. You must have sensed the change I was going through; in moments I went from being rigid and cold to receptive and wanting to feel the sting of your hand against my buttocks. When you stopped I laid my forehead on the couch and tried to clear my thoughts and remember the things you had told me that were important to remember. Trying to control my tears that had started and get my breathing under control I physically shuddered as you started to lightly stroke the back of my legs and buttocks where you had so harshly spanked me moments before. Your fingers were cool and sensuous, so much so that I was starting to think that your touch alone would drive me mad. I realized at that moment when I shifted my legs just how wet I was. I was completely and utterly amazed that I was going to do what you wanted me to, simply because your words and hands made me feel so aroused. I had yet to do the conventional things like kiss you or touch you and I was already more excited than I had ever been with anyone before. Your voice pulled me out of my thoughts. “Get on the floor. Right there in front of me, on your knees.” I knelt on the floor between your legs with my eyes down on the carpet. “You liked that didn’t you? At first you didn’t but then it changed, didn’t it?” Careful to not look you directly in the eyes, I asked. “I did begin to enjoy it but I have a question. Do you like hurting me?” Pushing my hair back off my forehead you raised my eyes to yours. “Angel this is not about hurting you. It’s about opening your mind to a new way of thinking. When you succumb to
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he pain that is the turn on. Not the actual pain I’m inflicting on you. When the pain crosses to pleasure and you welcome it and understand that I control both pleasure and pain for you, that is what excites me. Seeing your face change from pain and confusion to the ecstasy of acceptance. That is what I’m after here. Now be a good girl and get up and undress for me while I think about what I’d like to do with you.” Nervous and wanting to make you happy I got up and stood before you and kept my eyes to yours as I did your bidding. First unbuttoning my blouse and slipped it back of my shoulders and letting it drop to the floor. I then reached behind my back to undo my bra and pulled that off and let it drop on top of my blouse. I controlled the urge to cover my breasts as your eyes watched everything I was doing. Taking a deep breath I unzipped my skirt and hooked my fingers around my panties and pulled them both off at the same time so I couldn’t chicken out. Naked standing before you I looked at the ceiling a moment so you couldn’t see the embarrassment on my face then I looked back at you and waited to see what you wanted of me. “Not bad. You could of made it more tantalizing but I understand your nervousness and it is excused this time. Now kneel again and start undressing me.” Once again I was kneeling before you and this time so much more vulnerable. With timid fingers I began to unbutton your shirt. I was gaining speed and confidence with each button. You leaned forward for me to push it off your strong shoulders and I could not stop myself from licking your chest as I was maneuvering your shirt the rest of the way off. Just touching your warm skin with my tongue was enough to make me moan softly. “Don’t get distracted little one.” I could feel your fingers like steel on my shoulder and needed no other prompting. I ran my fingertips from your shoulders, over your nipples, to your waist to begin working on your belt. You took the belt from me as I slid it loose from the loops of your pants. Seeing that made me very nervous and my heart kind of skipped a beat. I was breathing through my mouth now and couldn’t calm down at all. I continued unbuttoning your pants and tried to also keep an eye on what you were doing with your belt. I leaned down to remove your shoes and then somehow managed to get your pants off with some cooperation from you and some tugging on my part. Although you were only in your boxers I still felt very inferior to you and was wondering what was to transpire. I was still very much excited and wanted to climb into your lap and kiss you hard and long. The thought made blush and I looked at the floor and waited. “Go make me a drink. With a lot of ice.” Without hesitating I got up and went and made you a drink and brought it back to you. I resumed my place on the floor and looked at you. You took a piece of ice out of your glass and held it out to me. I put my hand out to take it from you and you frowned at me. Dropping my hand to your knee I moved closer to you and opened my mouth. The ice was cold and yet your fingers felt warm in my mouth. I so much wanted to suck on your fingers as you were pulling them out of my mouth. At this point I was between your knees and very close to you. Taking my face in your hands you pulled me close enough to kiss me softly on the mouth. “I want you to make me happy. Do you want to make me happy?” Exhaling in a rush, I said, “Yes. Yes I do.” And kissed you back hard on the mouth, letting my tongue slip into your mouth to deepen the kiss. Gently pushing you back into the couch with the palms of my hands on your shoulders, I looked you in the eye and said, “Yes, let me please you.” Beginning at your jaw I started to kiss and lick you down your neck to the hollow above your breastbone, while running my hands down your arms and across your broad chest. I continued to kiss my way to your chest and circled your nipples with my tongue and continued on my journey down the front of your body. When I reached the elastic band on your boxers I looked up at you and couldn’t read your expression, yet you gave me a nod that encouraged me to continue with my exploration. Freeing you from your boxers I ran my tongue around the head of your cock to get it wet while sliding my hand up and down its length. I could feel one of your hands tighten up on my shoulder when I took you into my mouth. Slowly moving up and down I attempted to take as much of you as I could into my mouth without letting my teeth scratch you. As I was doing this I realized that you had your belt doubled up in your hand and was rubbing it up and down my spine. Shivering from excitement as much as fear I really started to get into doing you and being in this position. So much so my nipples were hard and were aching to be touched and my inner thighs were so wet I could feel it. During this time you had pulled the clips from my hair and let it loose. When it was loose I could feel you tangling your hand in my hair. Suddenly you pulled me back and up and kissed me with a searing passion on my lips and pulled me into a standing position with you all the while still kissing me. I put my arms around your neck to pull you closer to my greedy mouth. With your grip on my hair I was standing on tiptoe to try to ease some of the pain of it being held so tightly, but I really didn’t care. I just wanted you so badly I’d just about endure anything at this point. Pulling your head back you said, “Wait here a minute.” You went and opened the doors to the balcony and turned off all the lights in the room. Grabbing my hand you pulled me out onto the balcony and grabbed a patio chair in the other. Frozen with panic I could only follow you and wonder what the hell I was doing. You put the chair backwards against the railing. I could hear you muttering something about me being short. Turning to me you said, “Quietly, we don’t want to draw attention to us. Up you go onto the chair and hold onto the railing like a good girl.” I did as I was instructed and could feel your hands run from my shoulders down my back to my hips. Trailing your fingers across my buttocks I could feel your breath on my shoulder and your lips softly touching my skin. “Now remember, I said Quiet.” With that you slowly entered me and I thought I’d scream in extacsy from the feeling of the night air on my naked skin and you slowly fucking me. You slid your hands around to my breasts and were pinching my nipples as you began to move a little faster. One of your hands traveled down between my legs to play with my clit. My bottom lip felt like it was going to bleed from biting it to keep from crying out. “You like that too, don’t you? Having me fuck you right here were anyone could see if they wanted. I bet you really would do anything I asked. You like being told what to do and how to do it. Your so turned on by it that your soaking wet. Feel how easily my cock slides into you.” I could only moan softly in response. I was getting close to an orgasm and had no idea how I was going to stay quiet. Your pace quickened and you started driving yourself into me harder, your hand never leaving my clit. “Come for me, come for me, just for me because you want to please me.” Concern for me yelling out when I came brought your hand up to my throat as a subtle warning to keep quiet. The perversity so to speak of your hand tightening on my throat put me over the edge and I actually bit through my lip and tasted blood. The pain the fear and the sexual excitement rendered me helpless in the arms of a stranger that was in actuality more intimate with me in hours than any man in my life. My orgasm must have triggered yours because your arms tightened around me and pulled me hard against you as you violently bit my neck. My head fell forward and I was totally and completely spent. Gently you pulled me to my feet and took me into your arms. Kissing me on the forehead, nose and cheeks, you said, “There is so much more I want to teach you if you’re willing?” I nodded mutely and put my forehead against your chest. You picked m

e up and took me inside. Laying me on the bed you lay down with me and said, “Sleep now little one, you’re going to need your rest.”