Danielle eased her car into the flow of traffic on I-25. The early afternoon traffic in Denver was light and she relaxed slightly, knowing she would have no problems getting to Larimer Square on time.
“Yeah, but on time for what?” she said out loud to herself as she maneuvered through traffic.
As she drove, her thoughts raced through the events of the last six weeks and she shook her head in disbelief. It all started when she read a story on a web site specializing in erotica and sent a complimentary comment to the author. The story was an account of a fairly severe D/s event involving a male Dom and female sub that had disobeyed his instructions. Put simply, the events in the story pushed just about every sexual button in Danielle’s mind.
The author, Terry, had responded to her note and they began writing. Before she knew it she had sent him photos and had, through his insistence that she complete a D/s checklist, revealed herself as a sub with very distinct desires that were going unfulfilled.
As time passed, their relationship went from e-mail to instant messaging to the telephone. Then one day Danielle found herself hanging up the phone with her pussy dripping, nipples throbbing, and toes curled after a series of the most intense orgasms she had ever experienced. In the ensuing three weeks, she had become conditioned to become aroused simply by hearing him say “Hello Danielle” at the beginning of their frequent telephone conversations.
As she exited from I-25 onto Auraria Way, she remembered picking up the phone two days ago only to hear Terry tell her that he was going to be in Denver for business on Wednesday and that she should plan to spend an afternoon and evening with him on Thursday. Most surprising was that without realizing it she had already developed an excuse to tell her husband should this ever occur. Denver is a “passing through” point for travelers going either east to west or west to east, and it wasn’t unusual for an old friend to call and ask her to meet if they had a long layover as they passed through.
So that night, although her mind was racing and her hands were shaking, she casually informed him that she was meeting a friend at the airport on Thursday. Her husband never looked up from the television as he asked who, and only nodded when she gave the name of an “old friend” he had never met.
Her breath caught in mild panic as she merged from Auraria onto Market Street and the Larimer Square Parking Garage came into sight. For a day that had drug on interminably, things were beginning to move too fast for her.
She spent the morning doing tiny tasks that broke the hours into minutes and it seemed that the time to bathe and dress would never come. Finally, she took an extra long shower, carefully shaving her legs, under her arms and finally her pussy, leaving as usual only the little patch of dark hair directly over the point where her pussy lips neatly folded over the sheath of her clit.
As she dried herself with a rough towel, she noticed how sensitive her nipples were, standing erect on the smooth curves of her breasts and she gasped in surprise as her knees buckled in sexual tension when she inadvertently ran the towel over her protruding clit as dried between her legs. The combination of sexual excitement and fear of the unknown was beginning to work on her, and she hadn’t even left her house.
Before dressing she took time to give herself the once over in her full length mirror. As she stood facing the mirror, she turned to one side then the other, presenting a vision that would harden the cock of any healty man. A beautiful woman in her thirties, she stood tall, with long shapely legs, a flat tummy and violin shaped hips supporting a full round ass under the smooth curve of her back. Her breasts were full and lay on her ribcage under sensitive nipples that rested on their upturned surfaces. Her pussy was shaved with the exception of a small tuft directly below her belly button. Topping all of this was a face of remarkable beauty and sensuality. In all, the image Danielle presented was enough to turn both mae and female heads as she passed on the street or in the mall.
She took her time dressing and still had time to spare when she was done…When she inquired as to what to wear, Terry had only said “dress comfortably,” so she slipped a snug pair of jeans and a white blouse over a new Victoria’s Secret thong and bra set, heavy socks were followed by a pair of western style boots, the overall effect giving her the appearance of a typical female shopper on Larimer Square.
She paced her living room for the final half hour before she got in her car…And time just crawled by…Now, seemingly suddenly, she was turning into the Larimer Square Parking Garage and she felt sweat drip from under her arms as she, following his instructions, pulled into a vacant space. She got out and throwing a duster over her shoulders to ward off the wind, walked out the east entrance of the car park to meet the man she knew only Kurtköy Sınırsız Escort as Terry.
Following his instructions, she turned and walked toward Market Street. Just before she got to the corner a black limousine quietly rolled to a stop at the curb just next to her. Her mind racing, focused on what she might be facing this afternoon; Danielle didn’t see the driver step out until he called to her.
“Danielle?” he questioned.
“Yes?” she blurted, turning in surprise as the sound of her name.
The driver smiled as he explained, “I’m Charles, your driver for the day. Terry has been held up in a meeting and sends his apologies. He has sent me to drive you to the hotel.”
“Oh,” Danielle replied, gathering her coat around her shoulders in an automatic defensive posture, “I-I don’t …I wasn’t expecting this…”
Recognizing her discomfort, the driver reached into the limo, retrieved a sealed envelope and handed it to her.
“He said this would ease any concerns you might have.”
Danielle opened the envelope with shaking hands and removed a single page of hotel stationery upon which was written a single long paragraph. She blushed as she read a word by word account of the last thirty seconds of their last telephone conversation. One where she screamed in pleasure as she described the feeling of plunging a dildo into her well lubed anus on his command. Only he would know this kind of detail.
“W-well, okay…” she stammered as she hurriedly folded the note and looked up into the expectant eyes of the driver.
He quickly walked to the rear door of the limo and after he opened it, she slipped into the leather seat and settled in for the ride to “the hotel.”
The limo driver quickly had them headed south on I-25 and she marveled at how easily the big car moved through the thickening traffic. She wasn’t sure if it was the skill of the driver or the response of other drivers to the image of a limo, but he soon was merging onto I-225, then exiting onto Yosemite Street, and turning left onto East Hampden. Within minutes they were turning into the Embassy Suites property.
Her heart was pounding as Charles opened the rear door to the limo and offered his hand as she stepped out.
The questions, “What do I do now?” had hardly formed in her mind when Charles said, “He said that you are go to the main desk and ask for a message that has been left for you.”
“Oh,” she responded, “Thank you.”
“Yes, maam,” he responded as he walked back to the driver’s door, “Enjoy your day!”
The wind whipped her long dark hair as she walked toward the entrance to the hotel. The lobby was moderately busy as men and women, mostly in business attire, went about the business of the day.
She realized immediately that her mode of dress caused her to stand out in the crowd. Her tight jeans and boots served to accentuate her long legs and rounad ass and the simple cut of her blouse did nothing to hide the fullness of her breasts and the fact that the combination of a cold wind and sustained sexual tension had her nipples erect and protruding against the thin material of her bra and blouse.
She quickly walked to the desk, gave her name and asked for any messages.
“Oh yes,” the clerk replied as he turned as retrieved an envelope with her name on it, “This was left for you earlier today.”
Thanking the clerk, she turned and with shaking hands tore the end off the envelope. Reaching in, she pulled out a room key card and a note.
It read, “Danielle, I apologize for not being here to greet you. My suite is 407. Use the key card to get in and I’ll be along as quickly as possible.”
She walked to the elevator and ignoring the appreciative stares of several men around her, pressed the button for the fourth floor. After a short walk down the hall she was standing at the door to Suite 407. Her hands shook as she inserted the card in the slot and it took three tries to get the door open.
Once inside, her heart pounding and her hands wet with perspiration, she sat rigidly on the sofa in the living area of the suite. Her mind was racing and she considered, then dismissed going back downstairs, getting a taxi and returning to her car. Shaking her head, she realized that her need to explore her until now suppressed submissive nature was greater than even her instinct for self preservation. She would stay and see this through, no matter what.
“It’s 1:15 Danielle,” she thought, “You don’t have to be home before 1:00 in the morning. The next twelve hours could change you forever, so you might as well relax.”
But she was unable to relax and after ten minutes she began to pace the room, alternately looking at the clock, then out the window. Gradually, the route of her pacing ranged further into the suite until she was standing in the bedroom.
Looking about, her attention was caught by a thin leather case resting on the dresser. Looking back into the living area as if to check to see Kurtköy Suriyeli Escort if anyone was watching, she quickly stepped over to the dresser and finding the case unlocked, fingered the latches and then opened the case.
She gasped in surprise and her heart raced in a combination of panic and sexual stimulation as she gazed on the contents of the case. Standing as if frozen, she stared in panic and disbelief at a collection of vibrators, dildos, butt plugs, nipple clamps, paddles and straps that completely filled the case.
“Oh my god!” she whispered to herself as she quickly closed the case and rushed back into the living area.
Not trusting her shaking knees to hold her up, she once again sat down on the sofa and ten minutes later was sitting in the same position, staring straight ahead when she heard the lock on the suite door click open.
She stood, turned toward the door and found herself staring into the bluest eyes she had ever seen. She recognized him from his photo…Six feet, 175 pounds, muscular under in his business suit, silver gray hair and those piercing blue eyes.
Closing the door, he walked across the room and took her hands in a firm grip. Pushing her away, he intently and hungrily eyed her figure from head to toe, not missing a curve or line in the process.
Danielle,” he said with a sincere smile, ”I’m so glad you’re here. My god, you’re more beautiful in person than in your photos, and your photos are stunning.”
She lowered her eyes, shyness taking over her persona. She was amazed at the warmth his hands exuded and it only served to emphasize her nervousness by contrasting his warm dry hands with her sweaty shaking ones.
“I…Um, thank you,” she stammered, feeling her nipples harden and a tingling between her legs as he continued to hold her hands and study her body.
The authority conveyed in the firmness of his grip was unmistakable and she immediately understood that he was a man accustomed to being in charge. Although she hadn’t yet fully admitted it to herself, she would soon be bending to his will.
“Would you like a drink?” he asked as he released his grip on her hands.
“Um, no alcohol just yet,” she responded, “But I would like some water.”
“Sure,” he replied, “There’s glasses, ice, and bottled water in the wet bar. Get me a bottle also.”
“Oh, okay,” she replied as she quickly stood and walked toward the bar…It did not go unnoticed to her that already he was shaping her behavior to that of one who would serve him.
While she walked to the small refrigerator and prepared the water, he removed his coat and tie, loosened the top button on his shirt, and sat down on the sofa.
The next fifteen minutes were spent in casual conversation focused on the cool weather and traffic in Denver. As Terry finished his water he stood and excused himself, walking into the bedroom to change clothes.
He had no sooner left the room when Danielle heard him stop just inside the bedroom door. After a pause that seemed to last an hour he turned and re-entered the living area.
Danielle turned only to see his steely eyes boring into her with anger.
“Well,” he gritted through clenched teeth, “I see you had time to snoop through my belongings.”
Dropping her gaze in fear she said, “W-what do you mean?”
“You know damn well what I mean.” He replied as he strode across the room, “That case was latched when I left here, the latches are open. You’re the only one who has been in the room.”
“I-I’m sorry…” she stammered, “I was nervous and more than a little scared. I didn’t mean to…”
“Well,” he responded, “At least we can dispense with the formalities.”
“Formalities?” she asked, raising her gaze to meet his only to look down again under the anger blazing in his eyes.
“Yes, Danielle,” he responded sharply, “I was going to take it easy on you at first. Ease you into this a little at the time, but I’ve changed my mind.
Motioning to an area in the room devoid of furniture and covered only with carpet, he spat, “Stand up and get over here!”
Danielle quickly stood and stepped to the place he had indicated.
“Now,” he said as he leaned against the back of the sofa, “Put your feet together, legs straight, ass tucked in, shoulders back and lace your fingers behind your neck.”
Heart pounding Danielle moved into the position he described and stood staring at the floor.
“Raise your head and look straight ahead!” he commanded.
“Yes sir,” she automatically responded.
For the next five minutes she stood ramrod straight as he paced around her pausing to look at her from every angle. Finally, he turned to walk toward the bedroom.
She wondered if she could relax when he turned and briefly and said, “Don’t move a muscle.”
When he returned to the room, he was dressed in a pair of jeans, an oxford shirt with the sleeves rolled up his muscular arms, and worn leather loafers. Danielle followed Kurtköy İranlı Escort him with her eyes as he moved to his glass of water, but she didn’t move a muscle and didn’t say a word. Her heart however, raced in full panic mode and as memories of what he had made her do during phone sex raced through her mind she could only imagine what was in store for her.
“It’s time to get started,” he said, “We have a lot to do before we go out tonight?”
“Out?’ she blurted reflexively, turning slightly toward him.
“Get back in position,” he warned sternly, “Yes, we going out to dinner tonight with some close friends of mind.”
Again, her mind raced in panic and her eyes filled with fear.
“You have a concern?” he asked.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Then tell me,” he said.
“I have no dinner wear with me,” she, “You said dress comfortable so I wore this.”
“Oh, that’s no problem,” he smiled, “We’ll take care of that shortly.”
“But,” she began only to hear him say, “I said we’ll take care of it Danielle.”
“Yes, s-sir,” she whispered.
“Okay, let’s get going here,” he smiled as he set a chair about four feet in front of her and sat down, “The first thing you are to do is get those clothes off.”
Wha…?” she blurted as she dropped her gaze to stare at him open mouthed.
“Undress…Remove your clothes,” he shrugged.
“But-t …” she stammered.
“Danielle,” he stood sighing with exasperation, “You know why you came here. I know why you came here. It is time to get started. Now either you begin to do as I say, or we just call this off. I can have Charles at the lobby door and get you on your way back to your mundane little world in two minutes or we can proceed here. You have two minutes to make up your mind.”
Danielle stood in position as he left the room. Her mind was tortured, torn between her fear of the impending pain and humiliation she knew she was facing and the need to embrace her submissive tendencies and experience what she had until now only fantasized about. After what seemed to be an hour he returned.
“Have you made your decision?” he asked as he stood in the door.
“Yes.” She stated simply, not moving.
“And?” he questioned.
“With your permission, I would like to undress now.”
Without changing expression he sat down and said, “Proceed.”
Danielle had never given any thought to how to undress before a stranger. She had removed her clothing in front of boyfriends and later her husband countless times, but never before a stranger. Vanity caused her to want to make her disrobing a sexy as possible, but shyness caused her to want to stay covered as long as possible.
Taking a deep breath, she moved to the sofa and leaning against its back, struggled to remove her boots. Her heavy socks quickly followed and she stepped barefooted back to the center of the room.
In her mind she debated, vanity versus shyness, which piece of outer clothing to remove first. Her shyness won out and thinking that the tail of her blouse would cover the area below her waist she unbuttoned then slid out of the jeans.
Terry sat transfixed, staring avidly at the sight of her beautiful bare long legs extending for what seemed forever from under the white material of her blouse.
She fumbled as she folded the jeans and placed then on the back of the sofa, then turned to face him.
“Wait,” he said suddenly, “Get back into position.”
Heart pounding, she put her feet together and straightened herself into the position he prescribed, finally lacing her fingers behind her neck. The effect was to raise her breasts and tighten the material of the blouse across them, highlighting the now rock hard erection of her nipples inside her thin bra. Simultaneously, the hem of her blouse was raised so that Terry could easily see the satin covered mound of her nearly nude pubis. It did not go unnoticed that a small wet spot had appeared at the center of the crotch of her panties.
Terry stood and paced around Danielle. She gasped as he stopped and glossed his hand over the smooth skin on the backs of her thighs, then bit her lips as he stroked the bare surfaces of her buttocks left exposed by the thong,
Then, returning to his chair, he nodded, “Go ahead.”
Taking a deep breath she reached to unfasten the buttons of her blouse and although she had done so thousands of times, she struggled to do it smoothly. Finally she shucked the blouse off her shoulders and placed it on top of her jeans.
Again he had her return to her position and she stood looking straight ahead, the calm expression on her face belying the turmoil in her mind and the raging feeling of sexual excitement growing between her legs.
He had known from the photos she sent him online that she had wonderfully full breasts, but was unprepared for what she presented him in that room. Her breasts were the full globes of a mature woman, sloping slightly in the confines of her bra, the nipples erect and protruding in a manner brought on only by extreme sexual arousal. As he watched her standing there he could see her chest rising and falling as her breathing reached what could only be described as a pant. Her inhibitions were rapidly being overcome by her arousal.
”Okay,” he nodded, “Go ahead.”
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