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Subject: {ASSM} Suite 1601- Part 1 (Mf D/s light sm bond)
Date: Sun, 15 Dec 2002 01:10:03 -0500
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The following is intended for adult audiences only, if you are under the
legal age in your jurisdiction you should not be reading this.  This story
deals with an alternative lifestyle and may be offensive to some readers.



Please do not repost this story anywhere without the author's express
permission.  The author can be reached via email at elanna_reese@email.com









Suite 1601

Part 1



By Elanna Reese









He handed her an olive green flowered skirt and a wine colored shirt that
matched some of the flowers.  Both were delightfully thin to his eyes.
After she had dressed for him, including a naughty black garter belt
embroidered with pink flowers of various shades with matching bra and black
stockings, he topped off the outfit with some nice 3" black leather heels.
The skirt came down to mid thigh and the shirt was low cut enough that it
hinted at revealing just what bra she was wearing, not to mention that her
small nipples were quite hard and the bra didn't hide them.  He eyed her
ensemble with a critical eye before adding the final touches.  He made her
sit in the high-backed chair and placed his hands on the inside of her
knees.  He felt her shudder when he pushed her legs apart and smiled when he
smelled her rather obvious arousal.



"We're going to study the effect of celery on loose elastic tonight."  He
slid first one and then a second ben wa ball between her shaved lips into
you pussy.  He then put a small vibrating egg in with a short half-inch tail
hanging out.  She shuddered again and he reached in his pocket to press the
remote control hidden there.  The egg buzzed to life and a satisfying
chiming noise came from the balls.  Her hips squirmed on the chair and she
leaned her neck back and moaned.



"Stand up."



She apparently complied immediately, but he could tell she was taking her
time.  Slowly pushing up form the chair, letting the egg hit the balls just
a bit more for a bit more stimulation.



"Turn around and bend over the chair."  The command was issued in a soft
voice, but held the conviction of a man who was going to make sure that
every "t" had been crossed and "i" had been dotted.



When she was bent over at a 90-degree angle with her legs spread to his
approval he lifted her skirt.  "Open yourself for me."  Again he used the
same quiet voice, but there now held something almost dangerous in the tone.



She rested her head against the back of the chair and reached her hands
behind to pull her ass open for him.  Her manicured nails, painted in a deep
red contrasted nicely with her fair skin.  It wouldn't be that way much
longer, but it looked nice for the time being.



He watched the view of her ass for some time while he warmed up the final
object between his hands.  "I am not sure that you will enjoy all of our
preparations once you realize what this is, pet, but I promise you that I
will."  He smiled to himself and laughed softly.   He took the object that
he was warming up and around her to put it against her mouth.  "Suck, pet.
I forgot to bring any lube."  He didn't of course, but the anticipation of a
plug going into her ass without any lube that showed in her body language
was always enjoyable to see.



***



She felt the slightly warmed stainless steel plug clink against her teeth.
She knew this plug; it was the one with the flower blossom carved into its
base.  She closed her eyes tightly.  This was the plug they used when there
were others about.  He had promised her a weekend alone together, not a
weekend that included more than one person.  Not that she minded other
people, she just thought that this weekend would be just the two of them.



His hand covered the base of the plug and he pulled it free.  She felt it
press against the tight circle of her ass and instinctively tightened.



"Relax, pet.  This will go in one way or another."  Her fingers dug into the
flesh of her ass leaving tiny red welts, but she relaxed.  Then she felt the
plug, it wasn't actually that large, she had taken larger and wider up her
ass, but she grimaced nonetheless.  It's 3 inch length finally pushed in,
easier than she expected for something that wasn't supposedly lubed, but
then again, it was only about an inch and half at its widest spot.  Over all
it was a rather pretty plug, as far as plugs went, and the more she thought
about it, perhaps he only wanted it to coordinate with the flowers on her
bra and garter.



"One more thing, pet.  Stand up."



She kept her hands on her ass as she slowly stood up, getting used to the
feeling of the balls, egg and plug.  It nearly overwhelmed her, but she
steadied herself before having to pull her hands away from their position.



He reached into his seemingly bottomless pockets and pulled out the piece de
resistance, a black g-string that matched the bra and panties.  It was mesh
and black and definitely showed more than undergarments were expected to
cover.  He held them open and lowered them, watching her with that enigmatic
smile.



"Step into them, pet, so we can be on our way."



He hadn't told her to take her hands off her ass, so she balanced
precariously on one foot and then the other so that the thing elastic was at
her knees by the time she was through.  He pulled them up the rest of the
way until he hit her wrists.



"Very good, pet.  Now, put your hands behind your neck like a good girl."
He purred out the words 'good girl' and the butterflies started doing
somersaults and cartwheels in her stomach.  When she reached behind her neck
and put her elbows back, he pulled up the panties, if they could even be
called that, the rest of the way.



She saw him take a step closer to her and felt his presence that much closer
and closed her eyes.  It couldn't have been more than a second, but he
responded immediately by grasping her nipples through the bra and shirt and
pinching them.



"Open your eyes."  It was firmer voice than she expected, or thought that
she warranted given her obedient compliance leading up to the scolding, but
she said nothing.  She could safe-word this weekend, but for 72 hours she
was his complete slave, and wanted to prove to herself and him that she
could do it.  It would be incredibly difficult, but she would do it.



***

He smiled to himself and her, and then twisted her nipples that were still
tightly held between his fingers.  He knew it hurt it, but he also knew how
much she enjoyed it and what it did to her body and its reactions.



"Pet, you will do exactly as I say, and nothing more.  Understood?"



She nodded her head slowly yet still looked up and into his eyes.  He
twisted again, but this time added a pull.



"I asked you if you understood, pet."  He was pushing the line here, but he
had to know just how much and hard he could push her now because later would
be too late.



Her bottom lip trembled, but she spoke albeit softly, "Yes, Sir."  They both
preferred Sir to Master, at least for the time being.  She had used Master
once, the first time they had ever had a scene together and it had shocked
them both to the core.  She had started crying almost immediately, and he
had held her, but he knew that she still struggled with that title.  It
wasn't that she didn't think he deserved it, she had said as much; it was
that she didn't think that she was ready yet to call him Master.  Another
Dominant, S., had wanted her so badly over a year before their first
meeting.  S. had wanted her to refer to him as Master, yet she couldn't.
She had told him, while he was holding her, that she couldn't call a man who
was willing to give her all that she wanted Master, but that she could call
him Master and he hadn't even promised her a fraction of what S. had.  She
hadn't understood what was wrong with her, neither could he.



He released her confined nipples with a teasing pinch and leaned in to kiss
her.  He didn't care what her position was to him at the moment, he enjoyed
kissing her and would do so regardless of the oafs out there who were
convinced that all submissive women were doormats.  He wanted to kiss her
again, but he knew them both well enough to know that it would lead to them
not actually leaving the room.



"Lower your arms, Pet."  She blushed when he called her pet.  It had to do
with a hard limit of hers, which really didn't compare to her other hard
limits.  She hated tails.  Despised them almost as much as gags, but at
least she tolerated the gags.  She had no problems with plugs or any other
sort of anal penetration, but she adamantly refused to wear a tail.  He had
asked her about it in one of those first conversations and she just lifted
an eyebrow, while the corner of her lips gently curved up into a smile.
When she opened her mouth, she had told him in the most matter of fact
manner, that it was what made her a submissive and not a slave.



He ran his forefinger along the line of her jaw and looked down at her.  She
was an intelligent young woman, vivacious, opinionated, silly, even witty,
but when you teased her with rough sex she got glazy-eyed and more and more
primal.  Even the way she looked at him was more sexual, when he referred to
her as pet, or girl, or slut, or any one of the numerous names he used for
her.



***

"We are going down stairs, pet.  You will hold this shopping bag the entire
time."  He handed her an empty brown shopping back and then proceeded to
fill it up.  At the very top he set a celery bunch and a can.



She had remembered what he had said earlier, about the effects of celery on
gravity, but really had no idea what he was up to.  However, thinking about
whatever it was had very clearly excited her.



He opened the hotel room door and they walked down the hallway.  They didn't
meet anyone near the rooms, thank god; at least she could pretend that she
was coming into the Hilton with a bag of groceries.  A bit far-fetched, yes,
but better than thinking that she was walking out with them.  And then her
mind began a great debate.  What would be better?  Leaving with groceries
that may or may not be used in a dinner at a friend's house that happens to
be in town, or arriving with groceries in a hotel room that doesn't have
anything close to a kitchen in their rooms.



He placed his hand on the middle of her back and guided her into the
elevator.  After hitting the L button, he pulled her so that she stood in
front of him facing away.  He dropped his hands to her hips, and then lower
so that they lifted up the hemline.  His fingers found the sides of the
panties and slowly rolled them down.  The waist was now at her hips and she
bit her lip so as not to shift to put them in a more secure position.  He
pulled his hands away and smoothed the skirt over her legs.



"You will not fix them, pet.  Instead you will continue to walk, finding as
many reasons as you need to cross the lobby as many times as you have to
with that bag of groceries.  And when your panties fall, pet, you will not
fix them right away."  His fingers dug into her hips and pulled them back so
that her ass was rubbing suggestively across his crotch.  "I want you to
count to 10, pet, very slowly and then you will bend over at the waist with
your legs spread, you will put the bag down and only after the bag is one
the floor and you are bent over, may you pull up your g-string."  She closed
her eyes at his words, but her hips continued their gentle undulations
against him.  "After you have got your panties up, you will pick up the bag
and finally stand up again.  Do you understand that, pet?"  His lips were
near her ear now, and he had brought one hand up to toy with her left
nipple.



Not only would one or several people get a look at her ass, shaved pussy,
and the base of the plug in her ass, they would also know that she was
dripping down her thigh.  She swallowed hard before speaking so that her
voice wouldn't crack.  "Yes, Sir."



"Good girl, I knew that you would."  He bit her neck and pulled the shirt
down so that her bra was exposed and then reached his fingers into the bra.
Her left nipple was completely exposed when the elevator made to stop at the
floor just above the lobby.

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