Mirror Image Part I

As she drove the 3 hours to the hotel where she was to meet Him for the first time, her thoughts raced to each and every phone call, e-mail or text conversation they had ever had. Remembering how easy it was for her to give in to him, to submit to him. How natural it seemed to respond to every request he asked of her. They had spent nearly a year conversing back and forth as she became more and more enthralled with him. As she drove there was not one moment of hesitation, fear or regret in her mind, just an overwhelming sense of anticipation. They had discussed this meeting for weeks ? everything had to be perfect. She had checked off each requirement on His list like it was her wedding day. She had grown her hair out over the last year to an appropriate ?pulling? length, which was now almost mid-back. They had shopped online for a dress, tight, slinky, black and red, mid-thigh length. He directed her to a corseteer who made a new, form-fitting, underbust, tie-up corset for her. She purchased a new, lacy, push up bra that he had to approve, as well as new thigh high leather boots. He had asked that she be freshly waxed ? not one, stray hair on her pussy ? and that her asshole be bleached so it was pretty and primed for his use. She was directed to pack only her new dress and corset, thigh highs, her boots and a few of the previously discussed sex toys that she had been using to prime herself for him. She had taken care of every request with joy.Now just a few minutes away, she grabbed her phone and texted Him as He requested. The response was only, ?Room 950.? He was in room 950. He was probably there, waiting for her. Her heart skipped a beat. For one, split second she thought she must be crazy. Meeting his Man she had never met. That feeling lasted only that split second, as she pulled into the parking lot of the large, upscale hotel.Grabbing her single suitcase, she proceeded into the hotel and directly to the elevator, pressing ?9? her heart began to beat faster and faster. The ride up to the 9 th floor seemed to take an eternity. Following the signs to the room she noticed how incredibly quite this hotel was, it almost seemed deserted. Standing outside of the room, she noticed that it was open, the inside slide lock holding the door ajar.?Sir, are you in there,? she called, squeakily Sarıyer escort from the door.?S.C., should I come in,? she asked when no answer came. SC was his agreed upon ?casual? name. Sir was the preference, or Master, but SC was the casual alternative. It was significant, as it stood for something very special.With no answer, she pushed open the door a little at a time, until she was standing just inside the door. She noticed a dim light coming from the inner portion of what she now realized was a large suite. There was a large bathroom with whirlpool tub. A sitting area with chairs, a couch and a few tables. This opened up to a large bedroom.?Sir, are you here,? she called once more, walking slowly into the main room. She looked around and took it all in. It was a beautiful hotel suite. She turned to go into the bedroom. It was magnificent. A large bed was in the center of the room, and on it, a box and a note, which she read ? HIS handwriting:?Hello, Little One. I have left you a gift. I would like you to open this and do as instructed. I will return soon. X ~ S.C.?She sat down on the bed and began to open the box, and as she did so, she saw movement next to her and jumped. It was simply her reflection. She hadn?t noticed previously that the entire bedroom seemed to be covered in mirrors. She took a look around, everywhere she turned she saw herself in a mirror. She looked up, above the old-fashioned 4-poster bed and saw yes, mirrors there too. She was a bit amazed, as this was a very upscale hotel, and this sort of over sexual tone seemed out of place.Back to the task at hand she opened the box. Inside was a dark, almost black/red lipstick and another note. This one read:?Please go to the bathroom, slip out of your traveling clothes and put on the dress we have picked out. Wear NO panties; wear the black bra put on the thigh highs and boots. Do your make-up as previously discussed, wearing this lipstick.?A little confused, she went to the bathroom and noticed another box and note on top of it, it said, ?Read Me.? She decided to get dressed first, and once completed she opened the next box. In it was a small, black butt plug, a small bottle of lube and a note:?Use a dab of lube and place this butt plug into your lovely ass. Then, take Escort Silivri the elevator to the bar in the lobby. Go to the bar, order a drink and wait. Do NOT let the plug fall out and do NOT walk with indignity.?She was extremely aroused at this suggestion. Holding a butt plug in place and walking was quite a feat, but she was confident she could do it. She lifted up her skirt, used a very small amount of lube and pushed it up into her. She instantly felt extremely aroused. She checked herself in the mirror and left for the bar.Arriving downstairs she noticed the bar was very busy, full of people. She walked to the bar, trying not to look around for Him. She ordered a red wine and sat at the bar. She sipped it slowly, but finished it quicker than she would have liked. She wanted to order another, but the note said ?a drink? and she knew that the devil was in the details so she sat there, patient and eager. Men came up to her, asking to buy her drinks, and each time her heart raced, thinking it was Him. She graciously declined, and continued to wait for Him. Almost an hour passes and finally she feels a hand on the small of her back. Without looking around she knows it is Him. He kisses her neck, and nibbles her ear as he sits down next to her. She is afraid to look up, but he takes her chin and forces her eyes to meet his.?You need to look at me Little One, you know better,? he purred in that sexy, soft voice.She looked up and met his eyes, she felt instantly secure and comfortable. Smiling, he said, ?Oh Little One, you have pleased me very much, you look delightful. I assume everything is as it should be??Assuming he was referencing the plug, she responded, ?Absolutely, Sir.?He ordered himself a Crown Royal Manhattan on the rocks and her glass of wine. They sat quietly speaking about nothing in particular. She had almost settled in to a sense of comfortableness when his hand landed on her thigh. Then moved up to her INNER thigh. He bent to her and said, ?Little One, spread your legs for me.?Her mind raced. She was excited to be able to spread her legs for him in real life, but she was in a very, very crowded bar with many people around her. She wasn?t wearing panties and the skirt was short enough that it would show everything if she spread her Topkapı escort bayan legs.?Little One, you need to do this now,? he repeated his command, a little more sternly.She spread her legs, a little, then a little more. His hand went immediately to her pussy, feeling the smoothness there. He rubbed his index finger over her lips and tapped her clit ? she squeaked a bit. She noticed that the businessmen sitting at the table across from the bar were staring ? intently ? at them. S.C. continued to finger her gently, as she became very wet. He dipped a finger in and a moan came from her throat. She looked down, almost shyly. The couple next to them at the bar looked over, and at this point she didn?t care. She was instantly in her subspace and the only thing that mattered to her at all was pleasing him. She found herself spreading her legs even more, while looking right at Him. He was sipping his drink and playing with her in the most nonchalant manner. She realized that people were really starting to stare and whisper. She was sure that a better part of the bar was now firmly aware that she was getting fingered. He continued his slow assault on her pussy and she felt herself getting so very, very wet. She was starting to contract her pussy around his fingers ? as he now had 2 inserted into her wetness. The butt plug was adding to the sensations. She knew, if he continued on, she was going to cum. He turned her a little more toward the bar, and started to work her clit a little harder; she was starting to shake and was very aroused.As if sensing this, He leaned in and whispered, ?Little One, I know you need to cum. I give you permission to cum now, and I fully expect that you do. Be as quiet as possible.?He knew darn well that she never came quietly. He WANTED to hear her, and he wanted others to hear her too. He started to work his fingers in and out of her pussy while pinching her clit between his fingers. All the while sipping on his drink. The bartender came up and asked if they needed more drinks and he just waved him away, never stopping his attentions on her. She sat there, legs spread. Skirt up to her crotch, being shamelessly fingered and began to shake, just a bit, and then the orgasm hit. She came in a hot rush, squeezing her legs together over his hand, squeaking and emitting a long, ?Ooohhhhh?..followed by a quiet fffuuuck? and when she had come down, he removed his fingers, and brought them to her lips, smearing her lipstick just a bit with them. He grabbed her hand, urged her off the barstool and walked her out of the bar, everyone staring right at them.