Airbnb Rendezvous With A Well Dressed Man – Part II
(Continued story…click here to read part I)
As I sat with my legs slightly parted, hands resting upon the tops of my legs, back straight and shoulders back, my heart began to race. What would he have me do next?
He raised his hand and brushed a lose bit of hair behind my ear and said, “good girl”. My tense body began to relax. He motioned to his shoes and commanded me to take them off.
I carefully observed his shoes. They had laces, so I carefully untied them and slipped them off of his feet placing them beside the sofa and out of our way. As I finished removing the second shoe he instructed me to remove the socks as well which I placed inside of each corresponding shoe so they wouldn’t get lost in the shuffle that was about to occur.
In the corner there was a chair with wheels. One of those cheaper computer desk chairs with a lever that made the chair higher or lower. He told me to sit in the chair across from him. Out of habit, I sat straight u pin the chair, legs together and placed my hands behind my back. He noticed.
“Are you trying to read my mind little miss Sindy? Do you think I’m going to tie your hands to the back of that chair?” I didn’t want to lie so I nodded yes to my Sir. “Hmmmm” he said as he turned his back to me and opened up his suitcase.
A suitcase I had not been able to look inside prior, so I had no idea what pleasures and pains awaited inside of that case. The sounds of the zipper echoed in the room. I’ve always loved the sounds of a good zipper. Zippers usually reveal some of my favorite things.
He pulled out a crop that was about the length of his elbow to his wrist. He walked over to me and ran the crop against my inner thigh commanding me to spread my legs. I did. He ran the crop up my inner right thigh, stopping at my pussy for a moment and back down the left inner thigh. It sent chills through my body.
Whack!!! He cracked the crop against my inner thigh, twice on the right and twice on the left. The stinging sensation hurt at first then sent pleasure through the rest of my body. I wanted him to do it again but I didn’t dare ask. I stared at the now pink flesh growing brighter by the moment with wild fascination.
The crop was then resting under my chin and he used it to raise my head upward so that my eyes met his. “Don’t look at the marks, look straight ahead. You will do exactly as I say when I say it, is that understood?” I answered quietly. Slap! The crop made contact with the inside of my thigh again. “Answer louder when I speak to you”.
“Yes Sir!” I practically screamed. “Good Girl, now I can hear my slut properly.”
He walked back to his suitcase and pulled out a set of handcuffs. I heard the metal clank as he pulled them free. He walked around to the back of my chair and handcuffed my hands behind me. “You were right, you know. I was going to handcuff you to this chair.” I took satisfaction in being correct but I didn’t dare say, “I told you so”. I was no brat and I never talked back to my Sir.
He stood in front of me. “Legs apart slut” he ordered. As quickly as I spread my legs he was in-between them, his shins touching the front of the chair. “Now take off my belt.”
I tried to use my hands at first, forgetting they were tightly bound behind me. He watched me struggle for a moment before leaning into him and starting to use my mouth. “Good girl.”
The smell and the taste of leather quickly overtook my senses as I struggled to free the belt from it’s secured position, but I was determined. As I unclasped his belt, he took my face in his hands, leaned down and kissed me.
In that moment I realized, this was our very first kiss and I soaked it all in. His strong lips, the way his hands felt against the soft skin of my cheeks. The smell of whiskey on his breathe.
I pulled against my handcuffs leaning into the kiss and wanting to badly to wrap my arms around him and pull him in close – but I was bound to the chair and could only fight against the resistance.
“Very good” he said as he looked into my eyes. He buckled his pants back up and un-cuffed my wrists from the chair. I sat motionless, waiting.
“We’ll take a break for now. I need a smoke.” I put on the sweater (my favorite baggie hoodie) he asked me to bring and sat outside with him as he enjoyed his cigarette.
He talked of his life and many great things that made him so interesting to me. I realized I didn’t know much about this man prior to our redevous, nothing real. I knew he was very handsome, very strong and knew a thing or two about the kink scene. But I didn’t know who HE was.
I tried to listen and pay attention, but I was mostly thinking about what we were going to do next. What glorious enticements awaited for me in the coming hours.
I realized, this Dom was different. He wasn’t going to give it to me all at once, he was going to make me wait, make me earn it.
We might be here all night….
TO BE CONTINUED….
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