Check-in is smooth, and the room is nice. i like having a microwave and refrigerator, even if i probably won’t use them. I set my suitcase on the ottoman and open it, ready to unpack. But i pause – what did the text say?
Glancing at my phone – oh, yes. It’s pretty clear.
When you get to your room take off your clothes. Then text me.
It doesn’t say anything about settling in or unpacking. i slip off my shoes, always a pleasure. Then my t-shirt. i hesitate with my hands on my waist, ready to pull down my black capri pants. The sliding closet doors are mirrored, i can see my reflection. In my not-fancy black bra and pants, thicker through the waist than i want to be, i look at myself.
i want to hurry up and get undressed. i want to do what he said. But i stop to look at myself in the mirror, at my eyes. They are hazel, more green than brown tonight. “Do you really want to do this?” i ask them. Raising my eyebrows, feeling the question. Then i grin. “Yep.”
And i finish stripping.
Naked, i pause. Ok, now i’m supposed to text him – text him what? I start punching in letters –
and then i erase that, he said text him, he didn’t say i had to announce i was naked.
i wait, gazing at my phone. And wait. It seems like forever, a minute passes. A bit more. i text again:
“I’m in the room now.”
And i wait. Damn it. Why isn’t he answering me? Am i supposed to do something else? Should i just go ahead and start getting ready? Why is he taking so long? Damn it. Maybe 5 minutes have actually gone by, it feels like for-ev-er. i can’t resist.
“I took off my clothes. What am i supposed to do now?”
I have barely hit “send” when my phone rings – but it’s not the phone, it’s Facetime. Omg. This man i’ve never met wants to Facetime with me while i’m standing here naked. i hesitate -but just for a second.
i answer the call. “Hello,” i say, and my voice sounds uncertain to my own ears. He’s looking at me, the face i’ve gotten to know on my screen. He looks serious. Intent.
“Three minutes,” he says. “You waited three minutes before you had to text again. For the third time.” He voice is low key, he’s not upset, he’s just noticing. Just letting me know.
i’m a little bit embarrassed – “It seemed like a long time,’ i say, and then, with less certainty, “i didn’t know what you wanted me to do.”
He grins, “And couldn’t wait to find out. That’s ok. You agreed to follow my directions tonight, are you still willing to do that?”
“Yes – yes, of course i am,” enthusiastic now, i’m ready to take action, ready to please. Just don’t make me wait around for 3 minutes!
“Then let me help you learn some of the patience you’ll need to be able to please me,” he says, and his voice is silky smooth. i feel my anxiety inching up again. Frigging emotional roller coaster, what now?
“First of all,” he goes on, “The correct response is, “yes, sir,’ There will be a punishment later for not saying that – just a token to remind you. For now, I want to hear you say “Yes, Sir, I am willing to follow your directions,” four times, slowly and clearly. Go ahead.”
So i do, i say “Yes, Sir, i am willing to follow your directions,” four times. As i say the words, i can feel my body changing – i don’t know how to explain it. You know, it’s like i’m softening, opening somehow. i’m looking at him, looking at him on my phone while i say it, and it’s like i’m falling down into his eyes.
When i finish, he smiles just a tiny bit, just the corners of his mouth turn up, but his eyes look pleased. i feel this urge to please him in some other way, to offer him more, but i don’t, i just wait. I have my camera focused on my face, he can’t see that i’m naked and he hasn’t asked.
I’m expecting him to, but instead he says, “When it’s hard for you to wait, here’s something you can try. We’ll try it in a minute, but listen to the directions first. I’m going to have you bend over the bed so your breasts are resting on the bed. You can lean on your forearms so your head and shoulders are propped up a bit. You’ll fix the camera on a pillow across from you so that you don’t have to hold it and I can see your face. Do you understand that?”
“I – I think so,” i say, adding quickly, “Sir.”
“Go ahead and try it,” he says.
It’s easier than it sounds actually and it doesn’t take long until he’s looking at my face as i lay with my torso on the bed, raised up on my forearms, looking at him. My hips are higher than the bed, so my ass is raised behind me.
“Open your legs wide,” he says.
i spread my feet farther apart, which also exposes my pussy, and i feel a bit of cool air between my legs. i shiver. He smiles.
“Now,” he says, “We’ll start with your hands. Just take a moment to think about your hands. Feel them in your mind, be aware of them.”
Immediately, i become super aware of my hands. I can sense the skin, feel the fingers. They begin to tingle just a bit.
He says, “Now, tell me a way you can please me with your hands.”
And it’s easy. i smile at him, and say, “I can caress you with my hands, Sir.” He nods. “Yes, when I give you permission, you can please me by caressing me with your hands.”
I sigh, my breathing is slow and even. Yes. i can do that.
“What about your arms?” he asks. “How can you please me with your arms?”
For a moment, i don’t know. Then i smile, “i can hug you with my arms, Sir.”
“Yes,” he says, smiling gently, “When I give you permission, you can please me by hugging me with your arms.”
I think i might die with the slow meticulous progress we make. With my mouth? With my mouth, i can lick and suck you, Sir.” And his response each time, Yes, when I give you permission, you can…”
Some of them are not so easy. With my feet? What can i do to please him with my feet? He waits, until finally i say, haltingly, “With my feet, Sir, i can walk so i can bring you something to eat or drink?” and he smiles, “Yes, when I give you permission, you can please me by bringing me something to eat or drink – or rope to tie you with – or the belt to beat you…”
i shiver. And we go on.
He leads. “Think about your ass. How can you please me with your ass, olivia?” “With my ass, I can please you by – offering it to you – for spanking, Sir?” And so on…
By the time we finished, i am drained. Trembling, my pussy hotter than it has been in years, my body totally relaxed -as if – as if it does not even belong to me anymore. My nipples as tender as if i’d been wearing nipple clamps.
“Do you want to cum?” he asks, and i’m quick with an eager, “YES, SIR!” but he laughs, “No. Not now. You don’t cum until I give you permission.”
“Yes, Sir,” i say, and in that moment, it seems perfectly reasonable to me.