The Meetup, part one.
Driving north on the highway, you catch a glimpse of the high-rise office buildings of the city ahead. 'Oh god,' you think, 'driving to another city for bondage sex. This is crazy'. You feel the first flutter of nervous anticipation as you pass over a hill and see the city laid out before you. You know nothing about this man. You've never met him, and the only thing you know are his words and a few pictures. But those words have touched a need, and made you wet just reading them, and somehow you cannot stop picturing yourself kneeling at his feet.
You pass under a freeway, continuing to head north, as the highway becomes a freeway and the freeway becomes a major road, headed straight as an arrow toward the downtown centre. As you approach the first intersection the light turns yellow, and you slow down and stop. Knowing you've got half a minute, you pick up your phone and text Him.
You: I'm here. **** St. and **** Ave.
Him: Continue straight ahead for half a K. The hotel will be on your right, just before you come to the next intersection.
You draw a shaky breath. Never even having seen him, the need to feel him inside you is like an ache in your centre. And the thought of his hands on your body, forcing you to do things, distracts you. Your tires drift out of the lane, and a honk brings you back to your senses. You see the sign well before you reach the hotel, and you sigh in relief. You pull into the parking lot and get out, bringing your overnight bag with you. As you go to check in and get your key card your legs feel wobbly, and you pull out your cell again.
You: I'm checked in.
Him: I am on my way. 20 minutes.
You feel a fluttering in your stomach as you think 'He's on the way. Sir is coming'. You go up to your hotel room, dropping your bag on the floor. You strip naked, running your own hands over your body and feeling your nipples, and step into the shower, making all your parts squeaky clean for the upcoming events. You towel off, and put on the sensual underthings you bought just for the occasion. As you are pulling on the hotel bathrobe, noting happily that the room is quite warm, your phone chimes again.
Him: I am in the lobby.
You: I'm in room ***.
Him: Use the deadbolt to keep the door ajar and sit on the end of the bed.
You comply, returning to the end of the bed and fidgeting nervously. You try to take several deep, calming breaths but even those are unsteady. Soon, you hear footsteps coming down the hall, and turn to see a dark shape through the crack in the door. 'Stand up and take off the robe,' a resonant, masculine voice commands. Without thinking, you immediately obey. You can sense him watching you through the crack in the door, and your nipples begin to get hard.
'Stand up against the side of the bed, facing away from the door,' He commands. 'Stare down at the middle of the bed, and don't move. Don't look around'. You obey. As you look down at the bedspread you hear the door open, and footsteps approach behind you, a heavy tread. As a reflex, you begin to look around, but you find the back of your head suddenly grabbed and your face turned back to the front.
"I said, DON'T MOVE,' he growls, and you feel a spike of apprehension at the tone.
As you stand there, you see movement out of the corner of your eye, and glancing to your left quickly you see a hand appear. It drops something on the night stand. It looks like a collar, but has a sturdy metal ring attached. It is followed by a number of cuffs, a soft silicone butt plug, a tapering vibrator, a dildo, a length of soft, flexible rope, some travel trailer tie-downs with hasps, and several containers of different kinds of lube. A voice whispers in your ear 'These are the tools of your punishment'.
