Of course his words were nothing compared to the first time he made her orgasm on his whim. She was on voice talking with him. He led her though a fantasy, creating the tension and drama in her head. He told her to visualize that He was there, touching her, playing with her, teasing her. First he demanded that she close her eyes. His assertive manner gave her butterflies, and excited her. He slowly ran his hands over the tops of her breasts, taking one finger and just tracing the outsides, avoiding her tantalizing nipples that she hungered to have him touch and torment. His touch almost tickled, sending shivers down her chest and made her want to squirm in desire. When his hand finally touched her hard peaks, she moaned. The ache of her desire shot straight from her nipples to her hot, throbbing pussy. As he began to pinch her berry sized buds, she twisted her body beneath him, first trying to get away, then trying to get closer. The harder he pulled and tweaked them, the more vocal Claire became in her rapture. All she could concentrate on was the feeling of pain and pleasure consuming her. Claire let out a sigh of relief and disappointment when his hands moved away from her nipples. However, he wasn’t done with them. His mouth quickly took her right breast in his mouth, while his hand squeezed and tugged at her left breast. His tongue was hot and moist as it greedily ravished her. The combination of the wetness and smoothness of the sensation consumed her; she wanted his hands and mouth all over her body: kissing her, bruising her lips, biting the soft insides of her thighs, slowly licking the rich nectar from between her legs. He bit down hard on her nipple, causing her to gasp in her impassioned haze, as His other hand found its way to her pussy. He continued his attack of her breast as he began to tease her between her legs. Despite Claire’s attempts to get him to touch the center of her pleasure, he refrained; instead playing with the area around her pussy, teasing her swollen lips, dipping his finger in her wetness and bathing her in her juices. She begged him to please touch her; she craved for nothing else in the world than to feel his hand on her ravenous cunt and lust filled clit. He lightly touched her engorged labia, squeezing it between his fingers and she writhed beneath his touch. At that moment, she knew she would do anything He wanted, anything He asked. She was spread and open and panting with her desire, fueled by the fact that she was a slut, his slut. When he finally put his fingers on her burning clit, she could feel the trembling of her orgasm building up in her.

He slowly circled her bud, round and round, building up her desire. Deep inside Claire felt little spasms of pleasure as her body screamed for her to orgasm. She was in his control, so round and round he touched her, slowly teasing and then faster and harder. When her breathing would become erratic he would slow down again to an almost painfully slow pace. Again and again her orgasm would build up, being so close to the surface, and again he would slow down. Her body was trembling in its desire, every muscle strained, tense, and waiting. She wanted it so bad she was almost in tears. When he was ready, he sped up again, this time violently attacking her, and commanded her, “Cum for me my bitch, cum hard, cum now!” Claire’s orgasm was so ferocious, she growled as it broke and she wriggled and thrashed around, legs spread wide like the cat in heat she was. After she got her breath back, she was awestruck by the fact He had made her cum right when he wanted to, He had been in control of her the whole time, using uncontrollable pleasure to remove all thoughts except for him and her body from her mind. It was from then on that she knew he owned her, and there was nothing she wanted more.

Back in her corner, Claire placed her hand between her legs and found she was wet. Yes she was His, she thought. She would do whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted her to. These thoughts frightened her as much as they excited her. Claire looked up at the clock and was surprised to find her 20 minutes had passed. She was nervous about completing the rest of her tasks. She wanted him to be happy with her; she wanted to do a good job.
In the bathroom, Claire found a little girl’s pink tooth brush and bubble gum flavored tooth paste, a razor, and a large wooden hairbrush. As she picked up the toothbrush, she couldn’t help but laugh at the symbolism of it. Next she took the razor over to the bathtub and spread her legs wide as she sat on the edge. She used the shower head to wet herself, letting the spray run over her mound, tantalizing her. She covered herself with soap and began to shave. Claire loved the feel of the razor against the already smooth surface. Running her hand along afterwards, she delighted in the feel of her naked flesh. She thought he would be pleased when he saw her naked and exposed pussy, imagining that he would lay her on the bed, spreading her legs wide to examine her. This thought caused her pussy to start throbbing. Fueling her mounting arousal, Claire slowly rubbed herself with bath oil, spending a lot of time on her pussy and clit, just enjoying the sensations that were rushing through her body. Realizing she was running out of time, Claire stopped playing with herself and went to fix her make-up and brush her hair. The brush felt heavy in her hand as she picked it up. She turned it over a few times and wondered what it would feel like to be spanked with it. She took the flat side of it and rubbed it along her butt cheeks, while she looked at herself in the mirror. Her exhilaration was plainly visible on her face. The wood was cold and smooth against her skin. It gave her chills. In a moment of curiosity, Claire lifted the brush and brought it down hard on her bottom. She winced in pain and moved her hand back to rub where she had struck.

She was surprised by how much it had hurt, and wondered how hard He would spank her. As she rubbed she could feel the warmth spreading and turned around to examine herself in the mirror. The brush had left a red mark, which she hoped would go away before he arrived. She was sure he wouldn’t mind that she had given herself a spank, but knew she would die of embarrassment if she had to explain to him what she had done.

She returned to the main room and sat on the bed. Next to her were the stockings - shear black with lace on the tops. They were silky against her hand. She took her time putting them on, rubbing her hands along them afterwards. She enjoyed the feel of soft nylons against her flesh. It always made her feel extremely sexy. She stared for a minute at the butt plug. When they had first met, she indicated she wasn’t very found of anything anal. Like many things in her life, he had changed that – she now loved having her butt filled. As she was still very wet, she rubbed her finger along her pussy, gathering some of her juices and spread them along the butt plug and around her ass hole. Claire stood up, placed the plug underneath her and slowly sat down on it, breathing deeply. It took a couple of tries until she was able to get it fully inside of herself. As she heard the small popping sound letting her know she had succeeded, she could feel the immediate arousal in her cunt. The two were so closely linked for her. The fullness in her ass translated directly to the pulsing in her pussy.

Finally, Claire put on the heels; 5 inch spiked heels, black and strappy, not her style, but ones that definitely made a statement.

Dressed in her slut uniform, Claire sent the text message letting Him know that she was ready, went to her corner, put on her blindfold, and waited for his arrival. Standing in the corner blindfolded, with such high heels on was quite a challenge. As Claire struggled to keep her balance, she thought about him and why she was doing this. He had come to be such a part of her that she didn’t fight against the discomfort of her position, but accepted it as part of who she was. Her calves and feet hurt from her shoes, the butt plug was uncomfortable, and the blindfold made her a bit unsteady. It was almost like she had too much to drink. Despite her discomforts, Claire’s arousal was building. All she could think of was what a slut she was, standing virtually naked in a corner of a hotel room waiting for a man she had never met. She wondered how long he would make her wait, and what he would do to her, ask her to do to herself. She wanted to shift her weight between her feet, as they were really starting to hurt, but knew He wouldn’t like that, so she remained where she was in her fog of pain and pleasure.

After a while, time ceased to have meaning, the only meaning in Claire’s world was her arousal and her submission, so totally intertwined at that moment.

It was then that he arrived. He came in the door quietly, but didn’t say anything.

She strained her ears to hear what he was doing as he walked around the room. She heard Him set something down. She assumed he had a bag, he seemed to place it on the bed, and then he walked back to put his coat in the closet. He started to unpack the bag. She had no idea what he had in it. When He was done, she expected him to come gather her from her corner and they would begin, but he didn’t.

He went to the chair on opposite side of the room and sat down. Although she couldn’t see Him, she could feel his eyes staring at her. She wondered if he was pleased – did he like the stockings and heels? Could He tell she had followed all of His instructions?