The strap landed again, the sting buzzed away from the strike on her bottom, hot with the afterglow of the pain. Emily had her teeth gritted, fighting the urge to cry out, but little “uurr”‘s whispered from her lips with each strike. Three more strikes landed from the strap, and then she heard Al move away. The eggs vibrated again, and she shook with pleasure. This all was perfect.
“I expect you to do exactly as I say in this room; I intend to make your body mine in every way possible over the next three days. Outside the room you must not let anybody suspect you are my slave. You will do as instructed, but nobody else will know! Your safe word for the three days is ‘Winter’ but I will be very disappointed if you use it.” Al’s voice cut through her, making all of this so real. It was what she wanted, but it was also a little terrifying.
“I will serve you as you desire, Master,” Emily said.
“Good,” Al said. Moving back to her, and his hand slipping under her, he found her clit and gently ran circles around it, slowly getting closer and closer to it, arousal driven simply from the skin moving and pulling tight and releasing across her clit. Al got to the point where he was almost flicking her clit one way then the other, the circles were so small, and her body responded. She felt muscles tighten and her breathing quicken, she was closing in on the orgasm that she had wanted for an hour or more now. He pushed her clit directly and she moaned.
‘That’s it,’ she thought, ‘almost there,’ as she moaned again. There was a knock at the door, and Al stopped. She felt so deflated.
“Go answer the door,” Al commanded.
“WHAT?!” she almost screamed. “I am naked.”
“Do it,” he replied in a calm, but extremely firm, voice.
Emily dared not object again, turning bright red as she walked, tail swishing about, to the door. She opened it and it was room service. She almost choked, but pulled the door open fully and stood to the side as the young man, probably a couple of years younger than her, walked in carrying the tray. He looked at her, but did not stare. He walked straight past her and as he did, Al said, “Emily, turn around. Face the door and touch your toes.”
If it was possible to go any redder, she did. But she complied, taking a lot of care as she bent over, as it felt like she would push the plug out, and she knew that would mean more punishment. She stood, face bright red, as the bus boy placed the tray where Al indicated, and then waited while he signed the receipt.
“As you leave, that slave there needs a couple of hard slaps on her arse. She objected to answering the door to you, as she is,” said Al. “If you get that right, I will add a £10 to your tip next time.”
The bus boy walked towards her; he did not look embarrassed or fazed by her naked body. His hand swung as he got close, and with a loud clap connected with her cheek. She let out an “ouch”.
He paused and lined himself up better, and a second landed hard and firm on the other cheek.
“Owww,” she blurted, but he followed it up with another then a fourth, before walking past her to the door and opening it. Before it closed, he said, “A good evening to you, sir, and I hope your slave remembers her place for the rest of the evening.” And with that, he was gone.
Between her legs she could see that Al had filmed that. He put down his phone, but he left her standing doubled over as she was for a few minutes while he sorted out the food. In the middle of doing that, the vibrations started again, and she almost fell over. But they did feel good, as did the smarting on her arse. Once things were ready, he said, “You can get up now and come eat.”
Emily stood with the vibrations still going, and walked gingerly over to the seat at the table he had pulled out for her. She sat very carefully, not wanting to disturb the plug or damage her tail, and as she did, the vibrations stopped. She let out a sigh of relief. That was intense to deal with walking; she was not sure she could deal with it while eating.
Emily surprised herself by how much and how quickly she ate. The pasta dish that Al had ordered was exactly what she would have picked, and the diet coke was needed too. She looked at the clock; the evening was going past in a blur, but it was only nine-thirty. As she finished the last of the pasta, Al said, “Once you are done, please go and lay on your back on the bed.”
About 90 seconds later, she had complied and was laying on the very comfortable bed, as instructed. She watched as Al finished the last of his burger, and then swigged some beer. She expected him to come over, but he walked to his bag and removed more items, before approaching the bed.
Emily cooperated as her left wrist was cuffed to her left ankle and her right wrist was cuffed to her right ankle. She ended up with her legs spread about as wide as they could get, as Al tied those cuffs to the sides of the bed, her arse right at the bottom, tail hanging to the floor. She felt both very exposed and very accessible.
Al sat on the bed and gently ran his finger down from her neck to the side of her boob. He caressed the soft, milky skin as he ran his finger under her pert breasts, and then up the middle of them. His fingers danced and played with her tits. She felt her nipples harden up, and by the time his fingers made their way to them, they were like bullets. He squeezed them delicately and twisted them a little. She moaned; it felt good. Al pulled out a couple of metal clamps with a chain between them. He clamped one onto each of her nipples, which hurt a little, but it was a brand-new experience for her; she kind of liked it. Al tightened the clamps until she yelped with pain; her nipples were really crushed now, and the clamps seemed to be really glued to her nipples.
Al continued the tease of her body. He appeared to be enjoying the feel of her soft delicate skin as he almost tickled her stomach, and then down onto the top of her legs and then the insides of her legs. Emily shook with delight as his gentle tease of the sensitive skin of her inner thighs caused all sorts of tingles across her body. He was millimetres from her pussy, but not actually touching it, and that tease alone was heavenly. For several minutes Al just teased the soft, delicate skin around her pussy, never directly touching it, just letting the tension in the skin pull her clit here and there. After he moved a considerable way down her legs, she was shocked that she still felt the touch, now close to her knee, arousing. Then, while down by her left knee, he swapped his finger for his tongue, running it back up the inside of her leg. She shivered with pleasure; it felt amazing.
Al licked delicately up one leg across the top of her pussy, not touching it directly at all, then down the other leg. It was one of the most erotic things she could remember being done to her, and she just wanted him to bury his face between her legs, now! However, what he actually did was move away just enough to allow him to blow gently on the wet line. The sensations in her body were incredible. As the soft pressure of cool air hit her and then moved on, she felt the goosebumps appear. Emily moaned several times as he completed this, her clit on fire. She would have done anything to rub it.