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| maso_miss |
on Thu 21 Apr 11, 10:18 PM to the The_Porn_Blog group.
| My first attempt at porn, any feedback/comments/improvements more than welcome! |
Becca felt nervous walking up the steps to the hotel entrance. They'd played together many times over the last year; gotten to know each other, discovered each other's hidden kinks, what made the other tick, but this was different.
It had been an offhand remark that had started it all. He'd stated that she “could only sub in context.” For some reason it had eaten away at Becca, almost like a challenge, taunting her, she wasn't a real sub; she could only manage it when he brought it out of her, when he made her submit.
So last month, when he'd suggested that they should have a night away together, she responded with the idea that for those 24 hours in the hotel, she would submit to him fully, anything he wanted, she would do. This wouldn't just be about his sadism and some passionate sex; this would be him seeing how far he could push her, and her seeing if she truly could submit to the man who had unlocked a deeply hidden side to her.
He had text her the previous day saying only “Wear any dress you want, but heels and hold ups are essential. Bring a change of outfit that will be suitable for a nice restaurant. x”
She had followed his instructions with some difficulty, she'd never really been a "dress and heels" type of girl. In the end she had chosen a summer dress to arrive in, complete with skin coloured hold-ups and a mid height heel. She'd purposefully left her make up fairly natural, just a hint of eyeliner and a pink tinted lipgloss, choosing to save the darker, smoky eye make up for the evening, along with a black dress she knew looked good on her and some rather high patent black shoes.
Reaching the top of the steps Becca paused and took a few deep breaths. She straightened out her dress, trying (and failing) to calm herself down. Standing still, she realised something else; not only was she nervous, she was more turned on at just the thought of a night with this man than she had been even having sex with anyone else. She gave herself a minute to let the goose bumps fade and then confidently strode into the hotel, turning right and heading straight for the bar.
She scanned the area for a little while before she spotted him; he was relaxing in the far corner booth sipping on a whisky, tie off, top button of his shirt undone. He was about 6 foot tall, broad shoulders and dark hair, with piercing eyes that were staring right at her. His gaze didn't leave her the whole time she walked over to him, the intensity of his stare increasing the wet patch already formed in her knickers.
She leaned over to give him a kiss on the cheek, but he took her by the jaw and turned her face, stating “a proper kiss” in his low, quiet voice. He didn't need to be loud; the authority in a whispered command was enough to make her cunt wet and her body obey. She sat herself next to him and took a sip of the gin and tonic he'd bought for her, while his had slid under her dress.
Becca noticed his slight smile when he felt the top of her hold ups, and felt a rush of pleasure at having carried out his instruction and pleasing him. His hand continued to venture higher up her leg until it reached the top of her thighs, the circling movements of his fingers on the inside of her leg doing nothing to help her arousal, and she let out a small gasp. When he reached her underwear though, his smile turned to a slight frown.
“Where in my text did it say you were to wear any knickers?” he asked her, his voice tinged with disappointment.
Becca was shocked, didn't know what to say, why didn't she think that he wouldn't want her with underwear on?
“Erm... It didn't.” She managed to stutter out.
“You knew the rules for today and tonight Becca. You'd be mine, to use as I want and when I want. Do you think having underwear on allows me to do that?”
She couldn't believe her stupidity. Of course he wouldn't want her wearing any knickers. “No, it doesn't” she replied.
He sat there, quiet for a moment, contemplating what to do. “As I'm in a kind mood, I'll allow this to pass, but they need removing please” He was calm, as always, never showing any annoyance.
Becca stood and reached down to get her handbag. He touched her wrist, stopping her. “You won't be needing your bag darling. Just nip to the ladies room, remove them and bring them back to me.”
She couldn't believe this. Ok, he wanted her to remove her underwear, that she could handle, but he wanted her to bring it back to him without even a bag to hide them in? Someone was bound to notice them in her hands. If she just explained this he'd surely understand.
“But...” she began.
Calmly, he interrupted her “Becca, I don't want to have to repeat any of my instructions to you during tonight, let's not get this off to a bad start. Unless of course, you'd prefer to take them off sat here?”
Slowly she turned and walked off towards the toilets, across the other side of the bar. Once in there she took a deep breath, and looked at herself in the mirror. She could do this. For him, she could do it. Into one of the cubicles, and off they came, pretty red lacy French knickers. How on earth would she be able to get these into a small enough bundle that they wouldn't be noticed in her hand?
With difficulty she screwed them into her fist and glanced into the mirror... It wasn't that obvious, was it?
“There's nothing you can do about it anyway, so take a deep breath and just walk back over to him” she said to herself.
Walking back through the bar, she felt like her cheeks were on fire. A man sat at the bar glanced her way, making her cheeks flush even more. He must've noticed that her right hand was clenched tightly around something. Even if he couldn't tell that it was her underwear, without them to soak up the juices from her wet cunt, she felt like the whole bar must be able to smell her arousal.
After what felt like a lifetime, she reached the booth where he was sat and handed the offending item over to him. He allowed himself a smirk, noticing how red her cheeks were and that she couldn't even look him in the eye. He held them up, just for a second, to increase her embarrassment, and to watch her squirm.
“Mmmm, very nice!” He commented, before putting them in his trouser pocket. “Finish your drink and then we can head up to the room, you need to change for dinner and the table is booked for in an hour”
Quickly, Becca drank the rest of her gin, anything to take her mind off the embarrassment she was feeling. Still she couldn't look him in the eye though. They stood, and he guided her to the lifts, his hand in the small of her back. It was only a small gesture, but it was yet another thing that reminded her he was in total control tonight.
They got into the lift together, the only two. Straight away he had her pushed against the mirror, one hand in the back of her blonde hair, controlling her head as he kissed her, the other hand roaming over her body, feeling every curve of her.
“Put your hands behind your back” he instructed her.
Straight away Becca obliged, too lost in the passion of his kiss to question him. He carried on kissing her, with his left hand in her hair still he was still in complete control. Suddenly, he pulled away and before Becca even knew the kiss had stopped, he'd slapped her on the left side of his face, hard enough to shock her, but not mark.
“Once you walk into that room Becca, you're mine” He whispered into her ear “If you want to walk away now, you can, but once we're in that hotel room, the rules change. It's not going to be the usual, a caning and a good fucking. I'm going to test you, I'm going to push you, and I'm going to enjoy you however I want to. You don't get a safeword; it doesn't end until we leave tomorrow. So, last chance, are you sure this is what you want?”
By this point, they'd reached the 6th floor, and they stepped out of the lift, giving her a few seconds to think over his words.
She knew what she had to respond with. He'd told her before she'd come to the hotel that if she wanted this, she would have to call him sir. It was a word she had always struggled with, she'd seen others write it online, and it just didn't seem to fit for her, that deference towards someone, using it with him seemed like admitting he was above her some way. However, she also knew she had never been as turned on as she was right now. The thought of what was to come, the things he could and would do to her body, she craved this more than anything.
Becca took a deep breath, and looking him in the eyes, replied with “Yes Sir, it's what I want”
To be continued...
| 22 Apr 11, 12:06 AM Darkmagi UK(B), 6 yrs |
I enjoyed reading that immensely. You'll have to hurry up and allow us to find out what happens in that room  | |
| 22 Apr 11, 3:29 PM Shypeachybottom UK, 20 mths |
^^ Ditto There's a somebody i'm longing to see, i hope that he turns out to be, someone to watch over me | |
| 25 Apr 11, 12:59 AM handsomeish UK, 18 mths |
I feel like i know this Becca. Dinner will be very very hard for you to concentrate... x | |
| 26 Apr 11, 1:44 PM glx101 UK(B), 20 mths |
next bit please... | |
| 27 Apr 11, 10:27 AM LifeIsAboutKeys UK, 6 yrs |
Interest definitely piqued | |
| 27 Apr 11, 11:01 PM maso_miss UK(M), 20 mths |
Aww thanks everyone! Promise I'll get round to writing the next bit over the weekend | |
| 28 Apr 11, 7:01 AM Callum29 UK(OX), 20 mths |
very nice I'm looking forward to the next part | |
| 16 Jul 11, 10:47 AM chartreuse UK(BA), 6 yrs  |
Did I miss it? 
@The_Coven / @The_Problem_Page, you might give the advice that someone needs. / I want the "Moon on a stick and the Stars suspended from bunting". / So many haystacks, so few needles! / Sorry is a meaningless word unless it is demonstrated, via actions or a change in behaviour, that it is meant. | |
| 7 Feb 12, 11:21 PM Emergence 11 mths |
Looking forward to the rest! "the body now serves as an instrument or intermediary: if one intervenes upon it to imprison it, or to make it work, it is in order to deprive the individual of a liberty that is regarded both as a right and as property" (Foucault) |
