Appointment

Punctual, she was there when I walked into the lobby of the hotel. She had already made herself comfortable with a newspaper, reading intently. Dressed for a casual day out: Tight black jeans and a figure-hugging top, a necklace of pearls providing a delicate contrast.

We did not acknowledge one another in the slightest.

I went to the check-in desk, got the key, then strolled out of the front door to the shop across the street to buy a large bottle of sparkling water. We'd need it later.

Then I returned, sat down and ordered a coffee. Busied myself with my email while I drank it. All this while comfortably leaning back on a sofa directly in her sightline, a mere 3 metres between us.

She read the paper. I stroked my mobile. The coffee was delicious. I savoured it, taking measured sips while watching her out of the corner of my eye.

Following instructions to the letter, she didn't so much as glance my way.

After fifteen minutes or so of this, I zipped up my bag and stood up, making my way to the lifts in a leisurely fashion. Following behind, she called the lift, and I followed her inside and pressed the button for the correct floor.

I had my back to her. The first hint of recognition she gave was a heavy release of breath, when the lift stopped, like relief...

Leading the way down the corridor, I didn't look behind me but the sound of her heels on the carpet followed to the door.

Entering behind me, she took her jacket off and placed herself at the end of the bed. Legs spread slightly, she bent over, resting her hands on the soft white bedding. Back arched, buttocks up.

"Well done!" I complemented her as I sat down on the small sofa at the foot of the bed. The curtains of the room were open. I could see a man at the window across the courtyard, immersed in his laptop. He only had to glance over to notice the unmistakeable shape of long legs, black against the white of the bed. Bent over in anticipation, vibrating with the promise of pleasures to come.

I didn't close the curtains right away, enjoying the possibility of someone seeing her like this while I asked her pointed questions about her masturbatory habits for the past couple of days.

Forty-eight hours earlier, I had specifically requested that she avoid any and all self-stimulation, and under no circumstances was she to allow herself orgasms.

She had managed eight hours of the allotted period.

I think I managed to convey just enough dismay at this while I enjoyed her meticulously detailed description of the urgently-needed self-pleasuring she'd indulged in (and, needless to say, she'd enjoyed even more for having been forbidden to do so).

Fortunately, she had brought some disciplinary devices. A paddle, blindfold, and rope. All of which would prove necessary. I had brought her a present: A rubber ball gag, man-size, from a leather-fetishy gay sex shop.

Later, after I had closed the curtains, she stood naked, hands secured behind her back, attached to a rope halter around her chest, waiting while I punched an extra hole in the leather strap of the ball gag with a corkscrew helpfully provided by the hotel.

Her buttocks were already pink when I pushed the ball gag into her mouth and cinched it tightly around her head. By the time we were done, they would be sprouting purplish bruises that would last a couple of days.

The rope halter stayed on, a little tail snaking down from the base of her spine. It made for a very useful grip to pull on when I fucked her from behind, with force, the wet sound of my cock filling her cunt pushing me over the edge, the orgasm blasting through my entire body, released with an exceptionally powerful rush for having been held back, restrained for hours.

And then an almost unbearable sensitivity, every nerve ending phoning in at the same time, complaining about overstimulation. I pulled her tightly to me by the rope tail wound around my hand: "Do. Not. Move."

She obeyed, mercifully.

The moment passed. I let go, collapsing into the mess around us on the bed. For a moment the inside of my head felt like a snow flurry was blowing through...