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The following story is an original piece of fiction. Any similarities between these characters and persons in real life are purely coincidental.  This work of fiction is copyright (c) TZ.

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This story is rated NC-17 for sexual situations.

The following story depicts a BDSM relationship. Please do not read if this is not to your liking.

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Room 301

by TZ
Copyright November 6, 2001

The trip, though over five hours, seemed to last half that time. The miles had passed by as I thought of finally meeting the woman that had become my every waking thought and nighttime fantasy. Over and over, I mentally replayed online conversations and telephone calls. Each road sign that I passed increased my heart's thunderous beating, for I knew that I was getting close. It would not be long before I met the one person that seemed to have been born from my every desire as if God had created the two of us just for each other.

I kept reminding myself of the rules and what would be expected of me as the memories flowed into one another. I wanted to please my lover. I wanted to show her that I remembered and had learned well.

Glancing again at the directions that I had found in my email that morning before I left, I double-checked an exit sign that indicated that I should leave the interstate in only a quarter of a mile. From there, the motel in which I would meet my lover was only five minutes away.

The sounds of the traffic died away; I did not hear the roaring of the 18-wheelers as they sped past my compact car. Even the loud music that I liked to listen to when I traveled was no more than a vague hum. All I could hear was the pounding of my heart in my ears. I clenched the steering wheel tight to still the trembling of my hands. Signaling to take the exit ramp, I glanced into the rear view mirror, wondering if the drivers around me could read the sexual excitement burning in my wide, expressive eyes.

At the bottom of the ramp, I stopped for the red light and shifted in my seat. I knew that my panties were soaked just from the thoughts that had been my constant companions the whole trip. I looked at my directions again and read the name of the motel. It was unnecessary; I had memorized every letter of the email within the first couple hours of driving.

Finally, the light turned green and I pulled out onto the highway. My eyes took in everything. Each building and plaza that I passed heightened the energy that was fairly sizzling in me now. I felt as if at any moment, I would simply just come right out of my skin. My desire was maddeningly acute, my throat dry with anticipation. Even the air conditioning running high could not dissipate the heat gnawing on every bone of my body.

For a wild brief moment, I wondered if I would spontaneously combust. I could see the news reporter trying to explain the explosion of passion and my mother blankly staring at the television, wondering how it could have happened. Shaking those thoughts from my mind, I wondered if I was having a breakdown or suffering from hysterics.

I laughed when I realized that generations ago, women went to their doctors to be cured of this kind of madness. Mentally, I thanked whoever had invented the first personal vibrator. Unfortunately, that was not helping me now. Mine had been left behind. I wanted to suffer this exquisite agony. I had been told to abstain for a month. No one was going to release me except for my lover.

Then, a sign rose high above the others. I stared blankly at it as I waited on another red light. A slow realization came over me as I read the name of the motel. A nuclear reaction seemed to be taking place within me. My body suffused with even more heat. A flush covered every inch of my body and I prayed that I hadn't soaked through the heavy denim of my jeans. It wouldn't be the most appropriate thing to do, to advertise to the nice people of this quiet southern town that at that moment, I was a walking hormone ready to orgasm.

Pulling into the parking lot, I fumbled with a bottle of water, trying to uncap it so I could take a drink to pry my tongue from the roof of my mouth where it had been lodged ever since I had pulled off the interstate. Thirstily, I guzzled the water. It was slightly warm, but nowhere near as warm I was.

Again, I unnecessarily checked my directions. Room 301. As I ran my tongue along my teeth nervously, I scanned the third row of rooms. At the far corner, I found what I was looking for and drove slowly through the near-empty parking lot, pulling in carefully next to a large Chevy truck.

I took a moment to try to slow my heartbeat and my rapid, shallow breathing. I took a deep breath and held it, praying that I would not make a fool of myself with my over-eagerness. Slowly, I opened the car door and got out to stand. Instinctively, I reached out to hold tightly to the frame of the door; my legs were slow to cooperate, like I was a newborn foal taking its first steps. In a quiet voice, I begged my body to cooperate as I reached into the back seat to grab my overnight bag.

Turning, I threaded my way between the vehicles and hesitantly grasped the stair railing. For one brief, blinding moment, I wondered if I should turn back, drive all the way back home, and forget the fire that burned inside. It was a blaze born of late night chats and phone calls, of discussing desires that had never before been spoken aloud to anyone. It was hot lust and hopeless devotion. It was a love that had been finely woven slowly around my heart. It was a desire to please and to be pleased, to be taken to heights I had never contemplated in a rational moment. It was alluring. It was inescapable.

Looking up to slowly make my ascent, I gasped softly when I realized that I had already climbed the stairs in my moment of panicked thought and was standing in front of the corner room on the third floor of the quiet motel. My mind may have been questioning this trip, but my body was on autopilot. Room 301.

I took another deep breath and knocked softly. I bowed my head, lowering my eyes. A small part of my mind was faintly amused when I realized that I was memorizing the scuffmarks at the bottom of the door. Nothing about this trip would ever be forgotten, no matter the outcome of the meeting.

The breath that I had been holding came out raggedly as the door opened and the sight of immaculately shined military boots replaced the scuffmarks. Again, the moisture evaporated in my mouth. Ironically, I realized that it hadn't just disappeared; I knew where it had gone. I blushed, knowing so intimately how wet I was in another place. Mesmerized by the way that the light reflected off the boots, I barely noticed that I had been pulled into the room and relieved of my bag.

A gentle finger caressed the underside of my chin before raising my face slowly. My eyes drank in all the details they could on that slow journey up my lover's body. Faded blue jeans molded to lanky legs, a wide, dark leather belt emphasized the smallness of her waist, and an over-sized t-shirt was meticulously tucked into the jeans, loose enough to just hint at the full breasts hidden beneath.

By the time my eyes reached the face that hovered a few inches over mine, I was trembling. I cursed my body for its weakness and its lust. I cursed my sensual desires that could be stoked by a few well-chosen words whenever I spoke with my lover. I even silently cursed my lover for being the cause of the riot that was clamoring inside of me.

Full, sultry lips slowly stretched into a smile and I felt my insides turn to liquid. It seemed as if only my lover's finger under my chin kept me from falling to my knees to worship her. I wanted to lick my lips. They were too dry to return the smile. I couldn't find my tongue, though. It seemed as if a wad of cotton had been put in its place.

Finally, I was looking into my lover's eyes. I fell into them, drowning in their blue-green depths. Their intensity caught me like a spider's web; silky threads wrapped around me, teasing me, stroking me, massaging the molten juncture between my legs. My own eyes widened slightly to express everything I felt.

There was a flash of white, even teeth before my lover turned away from me. My chin felt as if it had had been branded. My body ached all over. I bowed my head again and tried to catch my breath, to regain my senses. The effort was shattered when those boots reappeared and a touch melted my reason. I obeyed the touch and lifted my chin only to be ensnared by blue-green flames again. I nearly startled when the cool lip of a delicate wine glass was brought to rest against my bottom lip.

"Drink."

Without hesitation, my lips parted and the glass was tipped slowly until my mouth was filled with sweet wine. None of the usual concerns about becoming intoxicated came to me, for that had already been accomplished the moment that I had first spoken with my lover so long ago. Even across the impersonal cyberspace, I had felt our connection.

Mercifully, the wine loosed my tongue and I moistened my lips as the glass was pulled away. My blush heightened yet again when my lover's thumb caressed the edge of my bottom lip, wiping away a drop of wine.

Full lips curled again into a knowing and pleased smile. "My baby girl is so pretty when she blushes."

I tried to lower my eyes, knowing that I was blushing even harder, wanting to revert to my usual shyness, but my lover wouldn't let me. I wondered how many shades of red I could turn before I just simply died of a heart attack.

My lover's voice held a natural tone of command even though her words were spoken softly. "When we are together in private," she said as she tipped my face up towards hers again, "always maintain eye contact with me when I am talking to you." She stepped closer to me until I could feel her breath upon my face. My eyelashes seemed to curl and ruffle as she exhaled. "I want to see every thought, every desire, every explosion of pleasure."

Then, as if in slow motion, she lowered her lips to mine. I tried to keep my eyes open, but the pressure of her kiss was too much to bear. One arm wrapped around my back and pulled me tight to her. The other rose so that her long fingers buried themselves into my hair, holding me in place for the brief, but very thorough kiss. As her lips separated from mine, I opened my eyes. They were heavy and slow with a building passion that was more tangible than the ache that had built during the long drive. As if in afterthought, her lips swooped again to suck on my bottom lip and to nibble it, releasing it before the jolt of lust had time to convulse between my legs.

"Have you eaten, baby?" she asked as she stepped from the circle of my arms. So caught up in her, I had not realized that I was clinging to her. Reluctantly, I lowered my arms to my sides until my open palms were resting against my thighs in a manner that was deceptively calm. My voice, however, was tremulous with emotions I could barely contain.

"No, Daddy, not since last night," I replied as I witnessed her eyes turning smoky with pleasure at the proper submissive address. It was my first real taste and foray into a world that I had only dreamt of playing, into a world that had consumed me from my very first inquisitive research more than a year ago. That awkward time was so removed now as the woman of my dreams stood before me. She, whose desires complimented my own, who was flesh of my fantasy, had the experience and gentle love to finally indoctrinate me into this new life.

I watched as she picked up my bag and turned to walk across the room, storing it in a far corner with two other bags that must have been hers. My eyes devoured her as she moved with easy grace, checking her pockets for her keys and wallet.

"Why didn't you eat?" she asked as her brows furrowed in a moment of concern.

I quickly explained, hoping to avoid her displeasure. "I was nervous, Daddy."

"About meeting me?"

I nodded as she approached me and cupped my chin in her palm. "Yes, Sir," I said, falling even deeper under her spell. "I feel like I'm all tied in knots and when I get like...."

She chuckled softly as she laid a finger across my lips to quiet me. I fought the urge to part my lips and draw that finger into my mouth to suckle it. Her eyes brightened with wicked pleasure as she read my thoughts so easily.

"That's for later," she promised with another sensual grin. "Now, we take care of dinner and your nervousness."

Her hand was hot even through my shirt as she rested it upon my lower back to gently guide me to the door. Her keys jingled in her other hand as she turned the knob and opened it, letting the late day's sun flood into the room.

"Seafood buffet sound okay to you?"

"Yes, Daddy," I answered, knowing that I wouldn't care what I was eating when I could still taste her lips on mine.

She paused after locking the door behind us and turned to let the full force of her gaze fall upon me. Her profile turned to the sun, was gilded and I longed to touch it to discover if it was alive with fire. Her short blonde hair, neatly spiked, was washed nearly white in the setting sun. I was so enraptured that my brain struggled to process her words as she spoke to me.

"You don't have to formally address me in public," she said with a gentle smile. "What happens between us... our play... our special love is private."

I nodded in understanding. We had discussed that very subject several times. I was most grateful for her desire for privacy. I had never been able to picture myself an object of a public scene. My love, my intensity, my absolute submission was only for my Daddy's and my own pleasure.

When she smiled at me, my heart thundered. She wrapped an arm around my shoulders and kissed the top of my head before leading me down the stairs. She was every bit the gentleman as she unlocked her truck door and handed me up into the passenger side. I leaned across the wide bench seat and unlocked her door for her. Her heartfelt thank you made my chest swell. She started the truck and let the engine rumble for a few seconds before she caught my hand and raised it to her lips, kissing my knuckles almost too softly to be felt. Putting the truck into gear, we back out of the parking space and drove away from the motel. As we were waiting to pull out onto the highway, she smiled crookedly at me.

"I'm glad you came," she said.

"I'm happy that I did, too," I told her sincerely, and then with a grin of my own added, "and I hope to do it again and again. Tonight."

Her laughter was explosive as she shook her head at me. A promise of passion, fulfillment, and something I couldn't define joined the humor in her eyes. My blush was instantaneous. I shifted in my seat trying to get away from my own clothes that were pressing far too familiarly against sensitive parts. As we pulled out onto the highway, she turned up the radio and began singing along. Her voice didn't quite harmonize, but it endeared her to me even more.

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When we arrived at the restaurant, she was as courteous as before. She opened doors for me and guided me through the crowd with a hand at my back or lightly clasping my elbow. We spoke of everyday things such as work, our families, and a recent movie that we both wanted to see. There was not even an innuendo of the hotel room that we had left behind and what those four walls would see later that night. I had already started to relax and fall into our usual banter before I realized it. There was still a nervous flutter in my belly, but it was nothing like before when I had crazily contemplated standing my lover up.

Our voices drifted to silent as we neared the register to pay for the buffet. Standing behind her, I had a moment to notice the other people around us. With a small smirk, I made an easy observation. Put one butch lesbian in a room, and most people will talk themselves into believing that she's straight. Put two butch lesbians in a room within two feet of each other, and it's as if neon signs go on all over the room. I smiled at the people that were brave enough to openly stare. I even waved to one lone housewife who was cradling a cranky toddler on her hip as her eyes kept returning to us with curiosity. I wondered what these people would do if I brought the girls from Ecstasy down here. If two lesbians were interesting to them, I couldn't even imagine what a troupe of female impersonators would do for them.

My lover caught my mischievous smile and little wave from the corner of her eye. Her lips curled in the tiniest hint of a grin. When we had moved through the crowd to find a table, she whispered to me, "You are wicked."

I couldn't help laughing at those words that I so often said to her when she played my libido like a maestro and then left me frustrated at the end of the night. I winked to her and replied, "I was just wondering if Nastya likes seafood."

Natasha "Nastya" Petrovich was my favorite impersonator. I never missed a show of hers at the local gay bar near where I lived. I'd even taken pictures and emailed them to my lover so she could appreciate the queen's stunning perfection. The beautiful Russian was seven feet of stiletto heels, long legs, graceful arms, towering platinum hair, perfect skin, dazzling smile, and breasts so real and perfect that the illusion she created every show was enough to send me into a haze of desire. I pictured her walking into the seafood restaurant with her two burly, leather-clad attendants, snapping her fingers and ordering them around with the ease of a natural Mistress.

Chuckling under her breath, she replied in a soft backcountry accent, "Why, honey, they'd just think she was big-boned gal."

My sides ached from not laughing and my eyes watered as I bit my lip. At a slight tilt of my lover's head, I obeyed and followed her to the buffet. As she handed me a warm plate, she noticed my small frown as I studied the various items in their gleaming metal trays.

"What's wrong?"

I looked at her for a second before standing on my tiptoes to whisper conspiratorially into her ear, "I don't know what half this stuff is."

She quirked an ashen eyebrow at me before saying under her breath, "You are too damned cute." She sighed softly then asked, "Do you trust me?"

I nodded without hesitation, for I did trust her. The whole trip here, the desire to be with her was based upon a profound trust that had grown and strengthened over our months of getting to know one another. She smiled then winked at me, indicating that I was to follow. Holding my plate in front of me, ready for whatever she chose, I was at her mercy. I hoped that her sense of humor did not extend to squid or other exotic seafood that I'd never seen yet alone thought about eating. She kept up a running commentary of everything that she was putting on my plate, putting me at ease that everything was something I at least recognized by name, if not by sight.

When she finally finished loading our plates, I followed her back to our table where we sat across from each other. I looked down at my plate as I carefully unfolded my flatware from my napkin and settled the latter on my right leg, flattening the creases as I snuck peeks at how she was eating her food. I was startled from my study when she suddenly stood and said that she would be right back. I was relieved because it gave me time to really look at the food she had given me. I hadn't quite noticed it when she was piling it onto my plate. I had been distracted by other thoughts as I watched her long, thin fingers handling the various tongs and spoons.

When she returned, she was carrying two small containers of what looked like melted butter. "For the crab legs," she said, answering my silent question.

I dipped my finger into the small container. It was still warm and when I tasted it from my finger, it was sweet and rich. I looked up to find her watching me. Her eyes were hooded again with that indefinable emotion, but there was a bit of humor dancing in them. "For the crab legs," I repeated with a small grin as I dried my finger on my napkin and tried not to look like a chastised child.

Our conversation picked up from where we had left off near the cash register. I watched her closely to see how she ate the various dishes, how she got the tender meat from the crab legs and seasoned it with lemons and then the sweet melted butter. I followed her example like a mime, splitting my attention between what she was saying and my attempt to not make a mess of my plate. I did better keeping up with the conversation than I did with my plate.

By the time I was finished, it looked like a fishing disaster had taken place in front of me. I looked up at her through my thick lashes and apologized. "I'm sorry," I said, "This looks like a mess that a ten year-old would make."

She looked at me indulgently and smiled softly at me, as if we were the only two people there to witness her love and patience. "You'll learn," she replied quietly but with an authority that made it a command as much as an assurance. She signaled the waitress over to refill our drinks and then stood and beckoned to me. "Ready for round two?"

I looked down at the mess that had once been a nicely arranged dinner and doubted the wisdom of it, but I nodded and followed her back to the buffet line. Again, she filled my plate and explained what each thing was. Some of it was simple, some of it wasn't. There was crab, lobster, fried fish, steamed fish, and grilled fish. Then she began to name all the varieties of shrimp done a dozen ways, I couldn't help giggling as she, in a pretty good Forest Gump imitation, recited the famous bathroom-cleaning scene. Once again, she managed to put my worries and insecurities to rest with a soft look, a gentle word, and a bit of humor.

By the time that we returned to the table, the mess had been cleared away.

Every so often, one of the items would get all of my attention and I savored it, closing my eyes to enjoy the ritual of eating, to wallow shamelessly in my utter gluttony. I knew that she was watching me. She had from the moment she had pulled me into that motel room. The intensity never left her eyes whether we were laughing or she was instructing me on how to eat jumbo shrimp. I knew that she was studying me, memorizing my responses and my reactions.

We lingered over our dinner until there were very few patrons in our section of the restaurant. She wiped her mouth with her napkin and folded it neatly before laying it beside her plate. She crossed her arms casually and leaned them on the edge of the table, leaning slightly towards me as I copied her example and set my napkin aside.

"You're very passionate," she said as if just discovering this for a fact, when she knew that I was just from our conversations. But somehow, this statement from her seemed so much more real than the illusion carried over cyberspace or telephone lines. "And you learn quickly," she added with an encouraging smile, nodding to my plate.

I looked down in front of me and was suddenly thrilled to know that I had done better. I looked up and blushed to see the naked approval on her face. It was then that I knew that I would do anything to please her, to see that look from her directed to me. It made me feel taller than the tallest queen, it made me happier than a chocoholic on Halloween Night. She made me feel beautiful and cherished with just one look.

Pushing back her chair, she stood and stretched the kinks out of her back, groaning slightly as she did so. It was her groan as well as the firm hand that clasped my elbow when I joined her and the realization of where we were going, that quickly had my insides turning into quivering mush once more.

By the time we returned to the motel, I was a bundle of nerves. I had managed to keep up a conversation with my lover during the short drive from the restaurant, but to my own ears, my voice was becoming more and more frantic. It wasn't that I was afraid of what was going to happen, but I felt like a virgin with the knowledge that I was going to be ravished completely. A small voice in the back of my mind kept reminding me that I had the option to call everything off.

Despite my nervousness, though, I was at the heart of it all, more excited and sexually aroused than I'd ever imagined. And it had happened without any intimacy between my lover and me aside from that first kiss. Just the mere presence of her and knowing that her intensity was focused upon me had me squirming in my seat.

With a great effort, I fought the urge to squeeze my legs together, to grind my swollen clit against the seam of my jeans. I wiped my sweaty hands on my thighs and forced myself to sit still and as calmly as I could. My heart, however, was another matter. It was racing fast, keeping time with the seconds that were taking me closer to my ultimate fulfillment.

I studied my lover's profile as she drove slowly through the motel parking lot. There was the faintest smile curling her lips. The soft yellow lights sharpened the planes of her face, creating a dramatic vision of sensuality. I was so absorbed in her that I did not notice that she had parked the truck. I blinked to gather my senses when she turned to me and flashed me a smile. She reached across the seat and squeezed my hand reassuringly before getting out and coming around to my side to hand me down from the truck.

She held onto my hand as we climbed the stairs to the third floor. When we reached the end of the open balcony, she stopped and pulled me into her arms. She held me loosely for a moment before turning me. Her embrace tightened and she pressed her hips firmly to my backside. A noticeable bulge settled between the cheeks of my ass. I closed my eyes and swallowed dryly, unable to resist leaning back into her.

"Isn't it beautiful?" she asked so quietly that I barely heard her over the pounding pulse in my ears.

At first I had no idea what she was talking about. My mind was jumbled. I was still registering the fact that she had been packing the whole evening. But then, as I focused my eyes, I was breathless, for the moon had risen above the buildings in the distance. It was large and full. It seemed to be suspended, waiting upon an eternal breath for its own epiphany. I could only nod in agreement. Words were catching in my throat as her hands went lower to slip into the front pockets of my jeans; she pulled me even tighter to her and lazily ground herself into me.

"I can't hear you," she said a bit huskily as her teeth grazed my ear.

I shut my eyes tight and bit back a moan that was swelling in my chest. I took a deep breath to steady my voice as I replied, "Yes, Daddy."

I knew that she could hear the absolute submission in my voice. I was lost to my own will. I would do anything to please her. Only she could release me from my torment.

We stood there for a few minutes, watching the moon and listening to the traffic passing on the highway. It was still quite warm for an early summer evening and the balmy air tickled my skin that became more sensitive the longer my lover held me. I nearly melted when her breath seared moist and hot against my ear.

"Let's go in."

Releasing me, she clasped my hand and led me through the scuffed door into our room. It was the second time that I stepped over the threshold in a daze; I knew that I was truly beginning my life as a submissive.

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She pulled me over to the bed and with gentle pressure against my shoulder, made me sit. I watched her as she retrieved the wine glass she had used earlier and took it to the bathroom to rinse it. She was shaking the water droplets from the glass when she returned. Playfully, she flicked her wrist in my direction. I answered her grin with one of my own as I brushed the water from my cheeks.

When she came back to the bed, she carried a glass for each of us. She studied me for a few seconds before handing a glass to me. She turned and faced me; her expression revealed little except for that same intensity. Her voice, however, hinted at a restrained passion that I would taste before long.

"You can still back out of this," she said slowly, gauging my reaction to her words with her keen eyes.

For a heartbreaking moment, I thought of never knowing her power that would make me tremble and beg. My eyes widened in fear and I shook my head in denial. "No, Daddy," I replied a bit panicked. "I want this. I want to belong to you. I want you to control me, inside and out." My lips kept moving, but no more words would come out. I hastily took a sip of my wine.

A fire leapt behind her eyes and she leaned over the small space between us to brush her lips softly over mine. Before I had a chance to react, she pulled back to pin me once more with her gaze. She raised her glass to her lips and slowly tilted it to take a long sip. Mechanically, I did the same, never breaking eye contact with her.

"Is my baby ready for me?" she asked, her voice becoming thick and heavy.

I licked my lips and nodded, mentally closing my eyes before taking the big jump. "Yes, Daddy, I've always been ready for you."

She reached out with her fingers to draw lazy circles on my knees before she took my wine glass from my hand and poured its contents into her own glass. Setting the glass on the table next to the bed, she stood and pulled me to my feet.

"Go and prepare for me," she ordered, turning my body to face the bathroom. "Shower good, but not too good," she said with a low chuckle. I gasped when her hand reached down between my legs to cup my aching pussy. "And leave the door open."

I was powerless, unable to silence the groan of frustration as she quickly released me and patted me on the behind. My legs were like rubber as I tried to not stumble to the bathroom. I heard her moving about in the room behind me as I self-consciously undressed to shower, knowing that she could be standing behind me, watching. As each item of clothing fell to the floor, I found fault with the body that it revealed. My breasts were too small, my hips too bony, my thighs too fat. I worried that she would be disappointed, but held some faith that she hadn't spurned me yet.

When I finished undressing, I reached into the shower and turned on the water, bending to test and adjust the temperature. As I waited for it to heat up, I heard her boots tread softly on the bathroom floor. Standing, I closed my eyes and prayed mindlessly before turning to meet her gaze. The blush that had begun to creep up my body because of my nudity burned to a molten heat when I saw that she was holding my panties in her hand, spreading the wetness on them with her thumb. Her eyes branded me as they slowly raked me from head to foot, returning to linger on the smooth, shaven lips between my legs.

"Very nice," she purred as she dropped my panties back onto my pile of discarded clothing. Casually, she leaned against the doorframe and hooked her thumbs into her belt; her fingers caressed the dark leather. "Come to me like that when you're finished," she ordered before turning away.

I released the breath that I had been holding. My hands trembled as I reached to the sink counter for a bar of complementary soap neatly wrapped in its flowered paper. I was fumbling with it, trying to peel it open when a hand closed over mine.

"Use this one," she said, taking the tiny bar from me and tossing it into the little trashcan.

I watched bemusedly as she turned and went back into the other room. When she was again out of my line of sight, I raised the bar of soap to smell it. I was pleased to find it pleasantly musky and light. It was a much better option than the nondescript motel soap. I was smiling crookedly when I pulled the shower curtain aside to step into the tub.

Bracing one hand against the shower wall, I reached down and turned on the head. I indulged myself the luxury of the hot water for a few moments, letting it cascade down my back. Then I straightened and earnestly began my task, knowing that I was only wasting time lingering there and further delaying the pleasure that would be found before long.

As I began to soap my body, I listened intently to see if I could discern my lover's actions in the other room. I knew that she was readying it for us, but what exactly she had planned, I was unsure. With various scenarios running through my mind, I washed myself, taking care to not linger on any areas that were already over-stimulated. I was remembering the conversations we had in regards to what she liked and what I thought that I might enjoy. Our time together would be more a lesson in erotic domination than one of pain. And thinking about that was not making my shower any easier.

Finally, I finished and turned off the water. I reached through the curtain for a towel, taking a short moment to enjoy the humid haze that enveloped me. Briskly, I dried myself and stepped out onto the cool tile of the floor. I dried my hair the best I could with my towel and settled for combing its short length with my fingers when I realized that my comb was in my bag. In my earlier excitement, I had left it in the other room.

When I was ready, I bowed my head in concentration and willed myself to be calm. I looked up into the mirror once again and noted that there was only a faint nervous wideness to my eyes. Licking my lips, I cast my fortune to the Fates, hoping that I would do nothing to displease my lover. After slowly counting to ten, I turned off the light and entered the other room.

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The first thing that I noticed was that she had created a cozy, romantic atmosphere for us. The bed was turned down and candles were glowing on both the tables on either side of it. My breath caught when I saw the leather cuffs lying on the four corners of the mattress. The trickle began anew between my legs; my heartbeat resumed a marathon pace. In a mental flash, I pictured myself bound, spread-eagled on the bed, writhing with need under the tender mercies of my lover. Thinking of her, I tore myself from the thought and slowly turned, looking around the room for her.

She was sitting in the corner chair, faintly illuminated by a floor lamp whose brightness was muted by a dark silk scarf. She reclined casually in the chair with her legs slightly spread. She had changed out of her jeans into a pair of dark leather pants. A soft leather vest that was a bit more revealing in its fit, replaced her t-shirt. Her long fingers were laced together, resting comfortably over the wide buckle of her belt. When I finally met her eyes, I was blinded to all else, drawn to her like the clichéd moth to the flame.

Naturally, I knelt between her outstretched legs with as much grace as I could muster. My knees were just inches from her polished boots. I clung to her gaze despite the quivers that began to crawl along my skin. Sitting back on my heels, I awaited her pleasure. I flushed when she subtly leaned forward to examine me. As before, her eyes blazed over every inch of my body. I thought I saw her lips quirk a little as her gaze rested on my lap.

Even if I had wanted to, I would not have been able to tear my eyes from hers. They were burning with a primitive hunger and I was more than willing to sacrifice myself to her appetite. When she spoke, her voice was even huskier than before. It was if a thousand fingers reached out from her soul to stroke me. "Spread your knees for Daddy, little one. Let me see what you have for me."

I leaned back slightly to shift my weight and did as she commanded me. As wet as I was, my pussy lips opened easily; I could easily smell my own arousal as I was revealed to her. My swollen clit throbbed as the cool air swirled all around my body, contrasting with the flames that consumed me from within.

I continued to watch her, to study her as she did me. Her body shifted and I glimpsed a leather-clad knee before she settled once more. Her roguish grin was all the warning I had before I felt something nudge me between my legs. My nostrils flared as I inhaled deeply, realizing that she was using the toe of her boot to spread my wetness along my thighs. I could only imagine what it looked like, the shiny leather gleaming even more so, covered in my juices. I wanted to press myself down onto it, to grind myself onto her.

But then it was gone and I was left aching for her touch yet again. I counted my pulse beat as my body thrummed with its rhythm. My chest was rising unsteadily as I struggled with my own desire and inability to seek my own release. I was excited by my lack of composure, by her total control of hers, and by a growing need within me that was exotic and almost animalistic. I realized that I was on the verge of losing my schooled poise. I tried to gather my senses and focused on my breathing. I attempted to block out the erotic thoughts that were melting from one to another like a mental slideshow of lust.

My efforts, however, were futile. I groaned as she caressed the curves of my breasts with that same boot. My eyes silently begged for mercy when the rough tread of the soles scraped lightly across my nipples, which instantly perked to a hardness like I'd never endured. I dug my fingers into my thighs, knowing that I couldn't give in to the urge to reach up and twist and squeeze that aching stiffness from them.

I am sure that my struggle was evident in my eyes, for she reached out and softly caressed my cheek, offering comfort and providing direct contact that I was craving. When her fingers curled under my chin and she began to stand, I obeyed the unspoken command to rise. Although she was not much taller, she seemed to tower over me. Whether it was because of her boots or merely her dominating presence, it was effectively intimidating me and I shook with my responding desire.

Her eyes narrowed intensely at me as she used her thumb to urge my lips apart. Greedily, I accepted it as she slid it into my mouth; my tongue wrapped around it and I sucked it deeper into my mouth. I could faintly taste myself on her thumb from when she had played with my soaked panties. My tongue swirled all around her, hungry for every bit of flavor. I grazed my teeth along its length as she withdrew it much to my disappointment.

"You do that well," she breathed into my ear before pulling back to look at me. She licked her full lips and turned my face up to hers. "Maybe later we'll see how good you can suck my dick before I fuck you nice and hard."

I'm sure that I wanted to be shocked by her vulgarity, but despite what I considered a nice, middle-class upbringing, I was enflamed by the rawness of her sexuality. My modesty was further obliterated as she then stole my breath from me with a soul-scorching kiss.

When she flicked her tongue lightly across my upper lip, I whimpered and gave her what she wanted. Her tongue ravaged mine, mastering it with a forceful boldness that left me unable to stand on my own. My traitorous hands defied my control. I feverishly caressed her hips, hooking into her belt loops when I thought that I was bound to collapse at her feet. I had nothing to fear, though, as her arms were like steel bands wrapping around my body when she guided me to the bed.

I was quickly losing control of myself as her body pressed down into mine. The scents of my own passion, warm leather, and her musky cologne drove me to the edge and I began growling into her mouth and sucking forcefully on her tongue. When her hands firmly gripped my wrists, I moaned, barely resisting her as she forced my hands above my head. I arched my hips up into her, seeking that bulge with which she had teased me earlier.

She broke the kiss between us as she pushed up off of me. Her weight was holding me down at the wrists. I wet my lips nervously as I focused my eyes and stared at her like a starving child at a feast. My body was taut as a bow, still straining towards her, seeking fulfillment. My breath caught in my chest as she narrowed her eyes at me.

"You aren't going to behave, are you, little one?" she asked in a rough tone that sparked fires along my skin.

At first, my instinct was to lay prone and docile, and I began to relax against the bed. But I realized what I wanted her to do to me, what she wanted to do to me, when I saw the momentary flash of disappointment in her eyes. I had wanted to taste a forbidden fruit from the first moment that I saw the leather cuffs and shackles on the mattress. With my lover, however, the banquet would no longer be denied to me.

My response to her was hoarse with passion and need. "I don't think I can behave, Daddy," I said as I could feel my muscles bunching, readying to surge against her body again. "Tie me up, please."

She groaned softly as she captured me with a gentle kiss. It was contrary to her own desire that I could now feel coming off her body in sensuous waves. Her hips dipped to grind into mine and I gave in to my urges and wrapped my legs around her waist, squeezing and pulling her tighter to me. Before I could really trap her, though, she chuckled and pulled back from me, her strong hands prying my limbs from her body.

Stepping from the bed, she walked over to the chair and retrieved her glass of wine. She contemplated my quivering form on the bed before raising it and sipping it thoughtfully. Her calculated and measured movements were slow and seductive. I wanted to scream at her to finish and end my suffering, to fuck me senseless before I passed out from sheer frustration. I stretched my arms, which were still raised over my head, and arched my body. Under her regard, I felt as if I'd already been restrained. It was a heady sensation to be at her mercy. I thought for sure that I would crawl right from my skin when she approached me.

"Sit up," she ordered and I slowly obeyed.

Part of me wanted to test my limits with her, but mostly, my body felt languorously heavy when I was under the influence of her regard. The wine was still chilled when she raised the glass to my lips and I sipped from it. After receiving just enough to soothe my dry throat, she took it away and placed it on the table next to the bed.

When she reached for the leather cuff nearest to her on the bed, my thoughts turned to them and I wondered what they would feel like against my skin and what it would be like to be unable to move while she took me to even greater heights of bliss. An exciting fear and anticipation of the unknown gripped me.

"Roll over and lay flat on your stomach. Spread your arms and legs."

Her words were smoky and I swore that I could see the heat emanating from her body. But as I followed her orders, I figured that it was just a trick of the candlelight or perhaps my own body, for the moment that she told me what to do, I had gone from simmer to boil. I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning when she captured my wrist and buckled the cuff to it.

My eyes followed her over my shoulder as she climbed onto the bed and straddled my lower back. Her weight upon me was slight, as she put most of it on her knees, but it was enough to remind me that she was in complete control. Once she cuffed my right hand, she slid down my body a little until I could feel her pressing against my backside.

Using her knees, she spread my legs wider and began to slowly rub against me. I tilted my ass to her, seeking relief from the teasing that was becoming torture. A laugh rumbled from her, though, as she lifted her weight from me and leaned over my back. Her vest was soft and warm against me as she laid flat upon me and whispered into my ear.

"I know how bad my baby wants fucked," she rasped before lowering her teeth to nibble the side of my neck that she knew to be extremely sensitive. "But Daddy's going to play until his girl can learn to behave herself."

I squirmed and pulled against the ropes that bound my cuffs to the bed. There was no give to them; there was no relief from her. There was only the delicious agony of my body overwhelming my reason. I moaned throatily in response when she nipped my shoulder with her teeth. She raised herself off my back, but continued to kneel over me like a sleek predator that had captured its prey. Her expression said that she was about to amuse herself with her meal before she devoured it.

My body shivered with a chill when her body left mine. I watched as she retrieved the two pillows and a towel to cover them from the bed. I obeyed when she told me to raise my hips. When I settled onto them, I realized my position. My ass was raised, my legs were spread, and I was totally exposed to my lover. I pressed my face to the warm sheet as she moved to the bottom of the bed to fasten both shackles. When she finished, I was ready for anything that she was generous enough to give.

I tested my bonds and found that there was little room for movement. To say that I was aroused by my helplessness would have been an understatement. Never in my most vivid of fantasies was I ever able to imagine the madness that I felt then. It was one that bordered on serenity.

I smiled at my lover when she appeared in my line of vision. She reached out and pushed a lock of hair off my forehead and bent to kiss me.

"Are you doing all right?" she asked with gentle concern.

I nodded and smiled sweetly at her. "Yes, Daddy. I wanted this, thank you."

She murmured my name as she kissed my temple. "My beautiful baby girl."

My eyes began to sting with tears born of tenderness and devotion. Everything was revealed in my face then. I whispered her name as if it were a psalm from the very depths my soul.

"Do you remember when we talked about your safe word?" she asked as she stroked my back soothingly.

"Yes, Daddy," I replied as softly before. "Yellow."

She repeated my safe word and then kissed my shoulder, swirling her tongue over the dimple there before pulling away. "Use it when you need it, baby," she said as she caressed my cheek with the backs of her fingers, "and we'll stop."

I assured her with a trusting smile. "I will, Daddy."

Her fingers remained on my face for just a few seconds before she stood and retrieved one of her bags from the corner. She sat it on the floor beside the bed and kneeled until all I could see was her face above the mattress. The longer she stayed there, the more my curiosity was stirred. I heard a squeak above me as I strained at the length of my bonds, trying to see without any success what she was doing. I could barely move more than a couple of inches, stretching as far as I could. When her eyes flashed up to me, I settled and gave her an innocent look.

She smirked knowingly and I knew that she read through my pretense. And then, just when I thought that I would die wondering, I knew that I was going to perish from knowing. On the bed, she began to place the items she had once described to me over the phone. She had depicted them so well that I knew what they were and how she liked to use them. Her flogger was her favorite, made of dark leather and carefully crafted for durability; its grip was ribbed for control and pleasure should it be used in other certain ways. She laid it neatly upon the bed and reached down into the bag again.

When she carefully laid a broad piece of leather with small ties next to the flogger, my eyes widened. My breath caught as I silently questioned her. Her smile, though, remained enigmatic and she offered no explanation.

I watched as she continued to lay a few more items upon the mattress and then stood to check something on the table next to the bed. I saw it all but comprehended none of it once I realized that the small leather piece was a blindfold. I was unable to move and would be unable to see. I would only feel her exquisite touch and hear my own cries of pleasure and need.

Finally, she returned to the bed and picked up the blindfold. Nothing else existed in the moment that it took for her to lean over me and secure it over my eyes. Her voice was soft and passionate when she asked me if it was comfortable.

"Yes, Daddy," I replied as my voice struggled past the catch in my throat. I focused on the sounds around me as I adjusted to my dark confinement. I could hear her moving things on the table to the left of me. I heard the dull clinking of the ice as it settled after she pushed the bottle of wine deeper into the bucket. I pressed my face to the sheet and willed myself to be calm, for the waiting was becoming almost agonizing.

I felt the mattress dip at my side as she put her weight on it and I strained my remaining senses, trying to determine her actions. There was another shift as she moved and a rustle against the sheet as she settled behind me between my spread legs. The hair stood straight on the back of my neck as I held my breath in anticipation. I gasped at her first touch, a whisper of a caress along the backs of my thighs.

It was only her fingertips trailing lightly across my skin in ever-lengthening strokes from the backs of my knees to the raised swell of my backside. It was maddening. The barest of pressure merely fanned my smoldering need and I tried to push myself up to her. Her teasing hands, however, remained just that. She would not increase the tender pleasure nor end the delicious torment.

I begged for more, whimpering, as she seemed to go on forever touching me like that. When she began to lightly scrape her short nails across the cheeks of my ass, I ground my teeth together. I cried out when she finally gave me more and her hand landed on my left cheek with a heavy slap. Pressing my hips reflexively into the pillows under me, I groaned and shuddered. The heat from her handprint radiated across my skin; I could feel my heart suddenly beating a mad tempo between my legs. Again, I tried to raise myself and with a loud crack, her hand landed sharply on the other cheek.

My shallow breath was quick and loud in my own ears. I waited for the next smack, my body becoming tenser with each passing second. A protest rumbled from deep inside when those maddening fingers returned, teasing me even more as they ventured closer and closer to the core of my throbbing need. I jumped when she suddenly inserted a finger deep into me and then withdrew slowly, spreading my wetness up the crack of my ass. I nearly sobbed, wanting her to do it again.

When her hand landed sharply against my backside again, I knew that I was in for a tumultuous night. She would drive me insane before long. My mind was trapped in a whirlwind of emotions and images that I could not see and my body was already becoming a slave to the pleasure that she was giving.

She varied her touches and spankings, as she loved me from the backs of my ankles to the back of my neck. I began to twitch, trying to determine when those long fingers of hers would sink deep into my soaked pussy, as they did when I least expected it. I was sure that her teeth had left marks on my neck and shoulders and that my ass glowed as bright as the candlelight. It had to be as red as passion for the many slaps and even bites that I had received.

I began to mumble, my incoherent pleas were punctuated with, "Daddy, please... please."

Her tongue was a searing brand along the shell of my ear as she laid herself on top of me and asked, "Please what, baby?" In slow circles, she ground her stiff crotch against my sensitive ass.

I could not answer for her nearness was sending me into overload. With a low cry of need I pressed into the pillows and tried to rub my straining clit against them.

My lover admonished me firmly with another bite to my neck. I stilled my body and waited for her to release me from her teeth. When she did, she soothed the spot with her hot tongue and then her breath upon my ear sent another shudder throughout my body.

"I can see that you still don't want to behave," she said as her right hand slipped between our bodies and her fingers teased my slick entrance. "Only I will make you cum," she told me as I was suddenly filled with her fingers. "Only I will say when you can cum," she added forcefully as she pulled out and then again plunged deep inside of me.

"Only you, Daddy," I groaned as she withdrew and left me empty and craving more, especially when she raised herself off me and my body prickled with a shivering chill. I could feel her moving and then her absence as she stepped from the bed. As I was listening intently for her, I was startled by a tickling sensation on my back.

I focused on it, as it became a dozen points of minute pressure that measured the length of my back from my neck to the swell of my ass. When the points elongated into longer wisps of teasing pleasure, I knew that she was stroking me with her flogger. So drawn into its mesmerizing spell that I was caught off guard when the placid caresses became a light whipping.

She paused a heartbeat after the first strike and I tried to process the feelings that were coursing through my body. Before I could find the poetic metaphor, however, she fell into a rhythm that soon left flames licking and curling the flesh down my back. A hundred fires had broken out across my inflamed skin. Over and over, as each strand snapped across my back, I was being consumed until my entire body was aching with need. The most desperate pleasure, however, was between my legs.

My need was becoming painful. My pussy was throbbing and beginning to convulse, trying to pull from the air what it needed to be filled and satisfied. Just when I thought that I would break down into frantic pleading, she stopped. I trembled and my breath hissed through my teeth as the movement compounded the acute desire that was fast surmounting my ability to think. I was reduced to the wantonness of a starving woman just discovering the delights of the soul.

At that moment, I was liquid and surreal. My head was swimming. I was lost to everything that existed around me except for my lover and her promise to carry me over to the other side. I moaned as her weight upon the bed settled between my spread legs. My fists clenched tight against the ropes that secured my cuffs when her hard nipples scraped across my back. Her leather vest brushed against my sides as she lowered herself to whisper against my ear.

"Is my baby ready to behave?" she purred raggedly, as if she, too were fighting some inner battle to retain a delicate hold on her sanity.

I was ready to do anything she wanted of me, anything to find my redemption. I licked my lips that were dry and heated from my rasping breath. "Yes, Daddy," I replied in a most humbled manner and then cried out hoarsely as her fingers began to lightly play with my soaked and swollen pussy lips. My words became a litany of pleas when her tongue replaced her fingers. My hips jerked when she ran it lightly across my clit and then delved inside of me.

"Mmmmm... baby tastes so good," she hummed as she nipped the pink flesh of my ass. Her tongue traced up my spine and she hovered over me again.

I was still whispering unintelligibly when I felt her hot breath against my cheek. Her legs spread against mine and I knew that she had taken off her pants, for her skin was hot and smooth. I wanted to press up against her, to find what I needed most, but I knew that she was in control, that only she could give me what I craved.

"What is it, baby love?" she asked as her moist lips feathered kisses over my cheek and forehead.

My voice was dry and ragged. I struggled to put my tumultuous thoughts in order, to translate from my inner chaos what my body would die without. "Daddy, please," I implored, repeating over again, "please."

I would have cum right then on the spot when her lips fastened on my neck and began to alternately suckle and bite, but I knew that only her permission would grant me that ungraceful death. And then, from the depths of my soul, the words rose in a crescendo of madness and desire. Never had I given such a raw and poignant voice to my need for another person.

"Daddy, please. I love you. Please... please fuck me. Please."

"That's my good girl," she said as she gently kissed the corner of my mouth. "Daddy is going to make you feel all better now."

As she said that, she rose above me and moved closer to me between my legs. She ran her fingers through my sopping wetness, parting me, sliding deeply inside of me. I was ready to start crying when her fingers left me, but then held my breath as I felt something rounder and larger nudging my slick lips even further apart. I wanted to press back against it, but was stilled by my restraints and my fear that if I misbehaved she would stop.

I sighed on a moan as the head of her cock slipped into me with an amazing ease; my pussy immediately clamped around it, trying to draw it in even more. I could hear my lover behind me, talking to me. Her voice was heavy and thick like honey and it made me burn even brighter as she described for me how wet I was, how beautiful my pussy was with her dick just barely moving inside of it. I relaxed into this new torture of hers, for my spirit seemed to have separated from me. I was in a haze on another plane, rising above and watching my lover as her hips flexed tighter and she slowly drove the entire length of her cock into me.

Every ounce of sensation that had racing along my limbs began to gather and wrap into a tense coil in my lower belly. As it became smaller and more intense, I could hear my own cries getting louder. I was begging for her to take me harder and deeper. Her hands crushed my hips as she fucked me relentlessly.

The pressure was building and she was taking me to a point beyond the edge of the precipice. I hung there, suspended, knowing an incredible freedom of weightlessness, but craving even more the rushing descent to fulfillment. Time stilled on a waiting breath, as I held tight to my bonds, trying will all my will to stay in that moment, to resist the inevitable fall. And then, in the sweetest gift of mercy, she called to me from afar. Her voice alone was enough to send me flying into a starburst of ecstasy, but it was her consent that was my reward.

"Cum for Daddy, baby," she ordered as her deep thrusts filled me to the core and her love filled my heart to bursting.

I fell apart then, I tumbled down into my body as I exploded into a thousand glowing embers of ash and was carried like dust upon the whirlwind of an inferno. I was raw and savage. it went on forever, that feeling of complete incineration. When it was over, I was emotionally drained but calm. I was a woman reborn into candlelight and soothing murmurs of love as my lover cradled my body against hers, bringing me back to her, calling my name.

My limbs curled and wrapped around her. I was disoriented and lost for a moment until I realized that she had unfettered me and removed the blindfold. I had been so lost in my release that I did not know my freedom until she found me once again. I looked into her eyes, no less intense for their softness gazing upon me, and I was overcome. My tears spilled silently to wet her arm that was pillowing my head.

She tenderly kissed them away as she lifted me and held a cold bottle of water to my lips. I drank thirstily until I could not stand the space that separated us. When she took it away, I molded my body to hers and kissed the top of her naked breast. She had shed the rest of her garments and was lying with me as only a lover can, limbs entwined and whispering her love.

I laid my palm flat against her chest and felt the steady beat of her heart; it suffused me with an endless though weary joy, to know that she was flesh and not a dream. I smiled sleepily as the candlelight glinted off the ring in the black leather cuff that I still wore and I knew that I had been branded as hers in more way than one. I drifted off to the most peaceful slumber with that notion singing through my entire being. I was hers. And she was mine. My last thought was of waking in her arms and I was filled with gratitude as I finally surrendered to the final peace of the evening.

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