Shiraz

by Gisell DeJesus

  With extensive reach I was shaking so violently I nearly dropped my phone into the toilet. Propping one leg on the seat and squeezing my left nipple to show him I was listening I quickly snapped the photo. I kept my body exposed until he answered.

  "Excellent. You are a natural at this, which makes me incredibly happy. Put your clothes back on and get your ass back to work. One last time, make sure to come directly here as soon as 11:00 hits."

  I sullenly pulled my scrubs back into place, slightly disappointed that he didn't want me to play with myself. Whatever spell he had on me was still working; I was enslaved to every part of him. I exited the stall and checked my face in the mirror, wondering how the hell I could make this day go faster. Another text checked in. It was Brandon.

  “Bar tonight? My boss introduced me to the owner, so drinks on him. What do you say?”

  Continuation of Day 2

  Melinda

  When it came time to leave the hospital my nails were practically bitten down to the skin of my nubs. I didn't hear anything else from Ryan for the remainder of my shift, and I longed to see him on stage again, commanding the same presence that I fell for on Day One. I wanted to be waiting in the wings for him, dropped to my knees ready to worship his body, still soaked with perspiration after hours of drumming.

  The hospital was in the opposite direction from the hotel, making the drive to the Hawthorne a bigger exercise in restraint and waiting. I resisted the urge to re-apply any makeup as he made a specific request that I should come right to him without any adjustments. At this point in the game, I was not going to disobey.

  The crowded parking lot swapped the outgoing workers with the incoming workers, which all shifted beautifully. Within several minutes I found myself a parking spot near the entrance where it swarmed with bellhops and doormen pacing back and forth. I checked the inside of my purse to be certain I still had the key to his room, in which I did. The smile was coming back to my face, realizing I would be back in Ryan’s embrace in mere minutes. I wanted to know the turn out of the show, how Alexa's voice held up, and how the rest of the band got along after they were finished playing. My phone hummed while lighting the entire bottom of my purse revealing every piece of old eye shadow palettes and tampons I haven’t touched in months. It was from Brandon.

  “So are we on?”

  I can’t believe I forgot all about his text from earlier.

  Without giving much thought I immediately replied, “Doctor called out. They need me over night, sorry!”

  Just before locking my phone and putting it on silent, I threw it back in my bag, walking in trying to distract myself from my immediate guilt.

  The lobby contained a few extra guests checking in, keeping the staff at the front desk occupied while I hopped in the elevator. I was again alone, completely unaware of how strange I must have looked heading to the ninth floor in hospital gear.

  The express ride to the top ejected me on the ninth floor in no time. I turned again and found my way to his suite, which felt like a vacation home after just one night. The keycard still worked, and the door still granted me access. The dining area remained untouched. I took no notice of the rest of the living area and immediately headed left, down the hallway where I knew he must have been waiting. I could be walking into a trap, but I was happy to be ensnared by whatever he had planned for me.

  The door still cracked open, I waltzed right in and Ryan was standing in front of the dresser, adjusting a tie. Uninterrupted by my abrupt entrance he was wearing an entire suit; black slacks and a white Oxford shirt underneath a black jacket. He looked ready to settle a deal on Wall Street, certainly a drastic change from when I had first met him. Had he heard me come in?

  "Hi," I said weakly, begging for his attention as I waved a small hand.

  He looked in my direction and grinned, making his cheeks move back toward his ears. "Evening to you, miss. You look like you’ve had a long day." He stopped adjusting his outfit and turned toward me, approaching me with the same measured stare I had watched him do last night. This time there was no hesitation and he took my head in his right hand and kissed me with his mouth and tongue, immediately melting away any passing thoughts of him changing his mind about me.

  "Was that your surprise? Greeting me and asking me about work?"

  He stroked my chin, "No, I have other things in mind for you. Have a look on the bed."

  He stepped aside and allowed me a full view of our crime scene. Carefully placed all throughout the comforter was an assortment of toys, some of which I had never even seen before in my life. I recognized dildos, vibrators, handcuffs, and blindfolds. My God, what was he planning?

  "I want to experience total domination of you, but I need to be absolutely sure you are on board and comfortable. This game requires total consent from both parties involved. I want our night together to be special, Min. From the moment we start, you will do exactly as I tell you . . . nothing more and nothing less. You will obey me and if you choose not to or choose to deviate from me, you will be punished accordingly. Do you understand what I am asking of you?"

  I was still transfixed on the wild array of accessories he had obtained. They all looked

  brand new as if he had gone to an adult store and picked up one of each item.

  "I had no idea you wanted me, like this. This is what I felt from you when we first made eye contact . . . I've never done anything at all like this before, but I feel surprisingly safe. The sort of safe where I can trust you know exactly what to do with me, at all times. Does that make any sense?"

  He smiled warmly while brandishing a riding crop. "It makes complete sense. Now, if I have your approval, I will inform you that once we begin, I am the only one who will put a stop to the game. You may put your own stop if you ever feel uncomfortable. We need a shared word to use, just in case. This will tell me the difference between your playing along and needing me to genuinely stop. Do you have any suggestions?"

  I thought for a moment, glancing at the wine we had shared on the dresser. Another bottle was unopened and ready for consumption.

  In suggestion, "How about Shiraz?"

  He whipped the crop against the bed, producing a violent "thwap" against the mattress. "Shiraz it is, then. Are you ready to begin, Melinda? This is your last chance to back out, and I will fully understand."

  He didn’t shorten my name like he usually does, which meant he was serious. I stepped up to him and kissed his face, embracing his well-structured face against mine. "I want you to dominate me completely, Master. I am yours."

  His unoccupied hand came up behind my back and took hold of the back of my head. "You are a very good girl. Let us begin." I nodded with a sexy pout.

  "The first thing you will do is wash off the filth that has accumulated on your body. Let's go into the bathroom. I need to make sure you properly clean yourself."

  I opened the bathroom door and blindly found the light switch. Ryan stood in the doorway as I removed my entire work uniform.

  "Place those by the toilet," he demanded with a clean nod towards the toilet.

  "Yes Master," I replied, my voice quivering. I moved everything exactly where he ordered me to do so, stuffing the socks inside of my shoes as we all know socks magically disappear. I turned to him and watched as he strutted past me in order to run the water. He rolled up the sleeve of his jacket and shirt, checking to be sure that the water was at perfect temperature . . . whatever his perfect temperature was. Body wash, a sponge, and shampoo joined with conditioner were already selected and waiting on the sink.

  "Alright, take off your clothes and place them in the opposite corner, by the edge of the tub."

  I followed his instructions again, slipping my scrub top over my head, and freeing my tits for him to stare at slowly following with my bottoms. I crumpled my scrubs and put them in the corner he had pointed at. I stood up again and fidgeted with my hands, watching him stare at me. He stepped in my direction, taking both of his hands and lifting up both of m
y tits, looking at the underside of each like I was a show dog.

  "Turn around and bend over, placing your hands on the edge of the tub."

  I rotated in place, making sure he could see every inch of the rear of my body. I arched my back and hunched over the tub, cupping my hands over the rim.

  "Arch your back some more."

  I bent my spine more, holding pose while he inspected my body. His hands ran across my ass and underneath, fingering my labia, his favorite spot. Unlike last night he did not dive immediately into my lap. He was performing an inspection.

  "You need to clean yourself. I expect you to be presentable. Pull open the curtain, start the shower, then step in."

  I got up from my prone position and turned on the deluxe shower head, which could have made for a real show if I ever got to use it properly. I lifted one leg over the tub and got in, shuddering when the hot water sprayed my stomach. Ryan watched this with the casual eye of someone witnessing a sunset. He picked up the sponge and body wash just before handing it to me.

  "Use these to remove the dirt from your skin. Scrub top to bottom."

  I locked his gaze with mine and poured the wash into the sponge, squeezing it between my fingers and working it into a rich lather. I rubbed the sponge across my shoulders, guiding it over my tits as he continued to make sure I did as he saw fit. I continued to soap my stomach and back, washing away the grime he demanded I remove.

  "Good. Now wash your holes, both of them. Lift up your left leg so that I can be sure you are properly cleaning yourself. I'll be watching."

  Ryan squatted down while I raised my leg, spreading my pussy open for him to examine while I soaped up my entire private area. He barely blinked while I scrubbed at my dirty hole, vigorously soaping it so that I would please him again. I reached farther down and dragged the sponge across my asshole, careful to display it too for my new commander. I watched the hunger in his eyes increase while I cleaned myself in front of him, dying to touch myself with my other hand. I reached up to feel my nipple hardening.

  "Stop that. I did not tell you to touch yourself."

  I dropped my hand from my chest. Ryan was glaring at me, disappointed that I had already disobeyed him.

  "I'm sorry, Master . . . I couldn't help--"

  "At what point did I tell you that you could speak?"

  I silenced myself, the water pounding my right thigh as I faced him head on. If I spoke again, I didn't know what would happen to me. I had to behave.

  "Turn off the shower. We'll worry about your hair later. You need to be disciplined."

  I stepped out of the tub, still dripping with suds. I faced the faucet and reached for the

  handle, shutting off the flow of water. Ryan had a towel ready, forcefully drying my body with his eager hands. He paid special attention to the inside of my thighs, and bent down once again to his knees intensely patting me dry.

  "Spread your legs wider!"

  I moved my feet away from each other, allowing him to continue his work. He took two of his right fingers and stuffed them inside my pussy, causing me to yelp in pleasure and surprise. He removed them just as quickly and brought them to his nose.

  "Hmm. That will do. Move to the bed and stand facing the exit of the bedroom."

  I left the shower behind and moved past him while he followed my path. A barren section of the comforter was free of toys and accessories, close to the head of the bed. I took note of that as I spun around and focused on Ryan, whose arms were crossed in front of his chest. He was either plotting his next move or moving to the next page of a script he already wrote in his head.

  "Do not move, or turn your head in any way."

  I kept my head still, watching him move past me to the far side of the bed. After hearing rustling from the mattress he came back with what I assumed was a gag, strap with a ball in the middle. He wrapped it around my throat and secured the gag in my mouth, immediately preventing me from protesting anything he wanted. My mouth stretched wide open, and my mouth began to salivate. I was adoring this, but would never violate the order he had given me to remain silent.

  "This is the beginning of your punishment for speaking up. A good girl listens and never talks."

  He tightly gripped my face in his hand, clutching my cheeks as if they were a baseballs ready to be thrown into play. His eyes discredited me like a puppy who had peed on the floor.

  "Lie face down on the bed. I need to train you."

  Drool dripped down my chin from the gag. I sprawled myself onto the bed, my tits squished against the cool surface of the comforter. Once again, I could not see what he was doing behind me. My hands were then pulled backwards, secured in place at the moment by his incredibly strong grip. I felt silk being wrapped around my wrists, a knot tied around them, holding my arms steadfast. I was not going anywhere.

  Ryan reappeared in front of me. I could see a bulge in the front of his pants that still grew as he was already getting off on enslaving my body. I watched him select the same riding crop he had tested before. My breathing intensified, a puddle of spittle hanging from the gag. His body moved back behind my viewpoint. I felt the crop tracing my back, selecting a target. The head of the crop moved down to the bottom of my ass.

  He reared back and struck my ass, sending a lightning bolt of pain throughout

  my cheek. I tried to cry out but the gag did its job, silencing me from expressing this amazing combination of pain and enjoyment. He used the crop to hit me again, marking me at the same spot on the other side to match. I could feel welts begin to rise.

  "Are you enjoying this?"

  I attempted to respond, but the ball in my mouth stopped my vocalizing of any kind. I nodded as vigorously as I could. He continued to strike my ass, never marking the same place twice, sparing me the pain of hitting just short of drawing blood. The endorphins from the pain set my clit on fire. He whipped me like a new horse he had intentions of breaking in. I was his willful punching bag, ready to take all the punishment he had in store for me.

  He smacked my upper thigh one more time with the crop. "I think you've learned one lesson. Let's move on."

  He clearly enjoyed keeping me in suspense. My ass burned in a sprinkle of spots from the lashing, and I pondered what was next on the list of toys.

  "Turn on your back."

  I rolled over, first on to my left side, and then changing my mind to face the ceiling. He had what looked to be rope in his hands. He grabbed my left leg, wrapping the dark rope around my ankle and securing it to the leg of the bed. He did the same with my right side, keeping me in a permanently spread-eagle position. My hands remained bound behind my back, and I could feel his eyes hovering over my fully exposed pussy. He removed his outer jacket, hanging it up on the closet door and rolled up both of his shirt sleeves. He selected one of the dildos on the bed, a thick pink glob of synthetic flesh that looked like it could have split me open.

  "We are going to see how long you can last. Would you enjoy that?"

  I enthusiastically nodded my approval, soaking the sheets with nervousness sweat from beneath me from every opening on my body. Ryan took the dildo and moved to the dresser with it still in hand. He popped the cap on a container of water-based lube and applied it generously to the tip. Just the tip. I had enough wetness in my pussy that I doubted I needed any, but it was very nice of my master to still be considerate.

  He flanked my side and emerged in front of me, brandishing the dildo in his hand. He took it by the base and teases my labia with it, of course. Much in the way, he had drawn the head of his own cock across before inserting himself. He forced the dildo inside me as I yowled in pleasure, a heated animal call that beckoned to be fucked. He left the dildo submerged inside of me, making every second feel like an hour. He began to unbutton his shirt, revealing more of his glorious chest and stomach one torturous button at a time. He did away with the shirt and adjusted his pants, squeezing the still-prominent bulge that was begging to be let out.

  Before I could see
him unleash his cock, he reached behind my head and undid the gag.

  A trail of spit clung to the gag and my chin leaving a string resembling a spider web.

  "I have something else to keep you quiet."

  I strained to see beyond the top of my head, stopping at the ceiling. I heard his pants unzipping and dropping to the carpet. I struggled to get a better view, but every twitch sent a shockwave through my pussy from the dildo still lodged inside. I felt the bed sink to the right of my head, and Ryan’s naked body crept over to my mouth. His enormous cock was already twitching, ready to pillage my lips.

  While on his knees he guided his throbbing member into my eager jaw. I opened as wide as I could while he thrusted in his head, poking into my cheek from the inside before finding the back of my tongue. I swirled my tongue around the girth of his cock, astonished at how filled I was on all ends. My master was in control of nearly every inch of my body. I wanted to be chained to his side, at his command like this whenever he wanted me. I sucked at his shaft, slurping back in the saliva I sprayed all over his base.

  "You are doing very well, little girl. Keep this up and you may get a present at the end of the night."

  I shot him a look while his cock remained submerged in my mouth. I wanted him to shoot all over me, flooding my mouth with his hot sperm. It was not going to be that easy. He removed his cock from my mouth, and I watched it rock back and forth in midair, longing for another one of my holes to fill. He got up once more, sealing my mouth with the gag again. He approached the dresser and grabbed yet another prop, a small vibrator designed specifically for my clit.

  While he jerked himself off, he activated the vibrator and pressed it against my clit. I absolutely screamed in delight, muffled completely by the gag in my mouth. This was sheer agonizing bliss, stuffed every which way and having my clit manipulated until I could not take it anymore.

  "What's that I see in your face? Does the naughty girl want to cum?"