Room service

Room service

He was rushing in the traffic so dense this evening, She said she would not accept any excuse for being late and he didn't want to make his Mistress angry but he was wondering why she wanted him to meet her at this hotel.
She had made the reservation, so he couldn't even argue and anyhow was there any arguing to do. Still, he was feeling very nervous as he finally reached the private parking and walked to the reception desk.
She did say "no luggage at all" and that made him more uncomfortable as he asked for his room with a voice he wanted to be strict and very dominant.
The hostess gave him his key with a soft neutral look but when she handed him the electronic card he had the impression she was almost mocking him, Strangely that aroused him as he was imagining her speaking with his Mistress in low muttering voices ear to ear.

He shivered and went to the elevator, feeling like everybody in the lobby was looking at his two empty hands, no luggage, no nothing. Did they all knew he was going to be abused the most kinkiest ways, to him they all seemed to smile weirdly as if they all knew what went trough his mind.
Finally he reached the eighteenth floor and slipped his card to the door, opening it nervously as if she would appear suddenly behind the door. But the place was quiet and empty, only could he see a red envelope resting in the middle of the big white bed.

*You are 10 minutes late, this would be remembered...
In the bathroom you will find all that is necessary for you to make yourself presentable.
No hair will be permitted tonight, so be sure after your shower that your torso and your private parts are as smooth as a baby skin, for inspection will be done very closely. Be sure to use body milk and perfume for your Mistress chose them carefully for you and when you're finish, please call reception to ask for champagne.You have 15 minutes.Ps: stay naked of course*

Looking at the alarm clock he wondered what time was left to be ready and getting quite nervous as well as excited he reached to the bathroom to proceed, feeling he was kind of trapped in a game where anyhow he would lose against her. The surprise effect of all this made him hard and shaving was not as easy as he had in mind, his delicate skin escaping the blade with his deviant and fierce cock sort of mocking all his attempts, after all this was the first time she asked him to shave.
But she said "no hair left" better be sure it was like that or...
He preferred not to think, trying to concentrate on the matter and on the time flying.
When, at last he was ready, dry, smooth and soft, he reached the telephone and asked for champagne at the reception desk, realizing he was all naked to open the door.
He quickly went to grab a towel and circled his waist, feeling almost annoyed to see his member still hard and pointing.

Time seemed so long before he could hear a knock and, quite silly, he turned his back to the door, facing the open cupboard as if he was busy unpacking. "Come in, leave it on the table please", he said.
"Tap, tap, tap" was the only answer as he could hear the heels on the marble floor for a while, just until they reached the soft and deep carpet furniture that was laid afterward. And then, no more sound but a couple of hands that ripped his towel and landed on his waist...
*You are late naughty one, I waited 19 minutes, you should be ashamed* was the answer.

There she was, standing in front of him, her fingers gently touching him as if she was drawing his shape with their tips, creating him again and again with her palms, so softly that he forgot the letter on the bed and the warnings in it.
*I missed you* She said, reaching for his mouth. Kissing him, reaching him with her lips, her tongue, her arms all around him.
Pushing him to the chair where he finally seated. Her breast against his skin, the lace pressing, printing itself on his smooth skin all shaved.
Full of desire, he reached for her clothes, trying to rip them of but she took his hands of, placing them on the chair firmly.
*No, my sweet one, not now, not yet*. Did she say while black rope just coming from nowhere circled his ankles and wrist, making him part of the velvet chair, exposing him.
There was no anger in her voice, and even no alarming sound, just that soft sweet sound as she was still kissing him, wanting him, rubbing herself against his skin, caressing his manhood with her long nails. No anger when she blindfolded him, not even any dominant tone.
She reached for his cock so hard in her palm and he jumped with surprise when a cold icy metal hit his balls and slowly reached his wide open ass, diving in it like a cold pervert snake.
"Hmm" she said with her still loving voice "you look very desirable so, helpless and so hard. I want you so much"
She reached for his mouth again, this time with her finger and her tongue, kissing him slowly, opening his mouth like a red flower eagerly wanting water. He could smell her intimate flavor as she stuck her pants to his mouth.
*Now, she said, you look perfectly presentable, I guess you can wait for me a while with this little present to remind you of me. I'm sure you'll excuse me, I forgot something in the garage, be right back*

All naked, blindfolded, attached as he was, her pants in his mouth he could only hear her fainted footstep reaching for the entrance.
"Oh" she said "would not want you to be in any danger, I'll leave the door open, be good will you?"

And there he was left all alone in the silence of the room, trying to hear what was around, his mind flying away in many directions, his cock arrogant and hard being the only part of him completely free. Blind and helpless, his ears the only sense he had left to use, at least he was trying to, his heart beating like crazy was the only thing he could pick up.
Voices went down the corridor, man and woman laughing, talking from far away, coming closer, the disappearing behind door. Fear mixed with pleasure was his companionship, and still that desire leading his manhood in his silent prison chair.
How many minutes did he stay like that, sweating and panting, crazy ideas invading his head. He just didn't know when suddenly something stuck his mind: Champagne order! He had order champagne, and strawberries as he could remember. And the bottle was not yet arrived!

Just as this stuck his brain, footsteps down the hall made him jump, well jump, as much as his ropes could allow him that is. Opening his ears as much as he could, he heard the perfect sound of two pair of high heels leading to the room. Soft voices giggling and whispering and then, after a short and terrible silence, four hands were touching him, exploring him with no word.
Hands that were panting him, running fingers came all over his trembling body, from his damp neck coming down slowly to his breast, pinching his nipples, pulling hardly some hairs that were left in the way. Nails sharp as blades stretching his tits one after the other, pinching them, tightening each of them in fine strong rope that burned him straight to his belly.
The was no escape possible, he knew it, but still he was trying, moving from one side to the other at every pulling, every bit of hair that was taken of painfully.

In this terrible silence, as no word was spoken, one hand took him by the middle and firmly holding him, kept him right in the middle of his prison chair, pushing him more deeply on his metal rosebud . *Chuuut* whispered a voice as the nails sharply pointed in his arrogant cock. *Keep quiet* said another while ropes were now circling, enclosing his balls and cock in a tight laced web that kept him right and straight up to the loop of his collar.
Helpless as he was, he could only surrender and hear them giggling while each square of his skin was inspected and left smooth. 

A click from the chair made him realize he was now coming in a flat position, his legs still parted, his manhood more exposed this way to the open door. Soft, moist object being laid on his skin one after the other as a cold, freezing thing landed between this open tights. *There you are* said a voice to his ear, *ready now naughty boy*
And silence came again, leaving him alone, his breast burning hot, his members feeling dizzy and his hard cock beating under the tight rope. Wind was coming from the open window; it gave him the impression hands were still all around him, teasing him again and again in his silent night that went forever.

An at last she was there, he could hear her footstep on the floor, the way she had to *clic/clac* her high heels on the pavement. The pushing on the door, the soft movement of her floating dress in the air. He realize he was still hard and so strong in his rope jail and feeling her presence, almost touching her, breathing her sugary strong perfume made him almost come.

She came close, hands gently caressing his face; she took of the blindfold and kissed him softly on the lips. *Here I am naughty one; I see you had some fun while I was away. You know what? I think this is quite unfair! But I must say you had a jolly good idea, I'm hungry *
As she stood up again, he could see his body was covered with strawberries, lovely disposed round his roped nipples and cock. Champagne bottle firmly fixed between his parted legs.  A note was on his stomach *Hotel Eden hope you'll enjoy room service, champagne is on the house*...

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