Motel Mysterious

Chapter 2: Initial penetration

                In just a minute I heard a key in the lock.  I lay still.  “Don’t look at me,” I heard a voice command and I turned my eyes away.  I heard her walk behind me.  “Very nice.  Now slide that ass down towards me.” 

                I did and I felt her hands grabbing my thighs and pulling me just to where my crotch was at the end of the bed and my legs were over the side.  “Hands behind back.”  I complied and I heard a bag drop on the floor and her rummage in it.  She came up on the bed, kneeling over me.  Leather cuffs were placed around my wrists and locked down.  She put a blindfold around my head, this was getting to be a habit.

                “OK, now that you’re not going anywhere, hang on for just a second, and I’ll start in on you.”  She slapped my girdled ass.  She got off the bed and for a minute I heard her going back and forth in the room, things being taken out of the bag, her taking off some clothes and other sounds I couldn’t identify.

                Finally, she was back and bent down to my left ankle and attached a leather cuff to it.  Then she tugged on my leg, spreading me out and attached the end of some rope or strap of the cuff to the leg of the bed and she did the same thing to the other leg.  My legs were pulled open, and bent over and cuffed I really couldn’t move much.  Left my ass exposed.

                Whack.  I jumped, as she paddled my ass, not hard, just warming up.  She ran her hand over the small of my back and paddled me a few more times, gentle, playful with an occasional harder one.  I started squirming and thrusting into the bed.

                “Oh, look at you, you little slut.  You are a slut aren’t you?”

                “Yes,” I grunted.

                “Well, tell me all about it.”  Whack.  “Tell me,” she commanded.

                “I am a slut, my name is Kathy,” I said between grunts and whacks.  There was more I wanted to tell, but it is inside and I can’t bring it out easily.

                “OK, Kathy, tell me more, what dirty little things do you like to do?”

                “I like being punished like this, Mistress.  I – need to be – punished, and I need cock,” the words came in bursts.

                “Kathy likes to suck cock?”

                “I need cock up my pussy, I need to be fucked.”

                “That’s not very descriptive.”  Whack.  “I’ll need more, let’s start with punishment.  Why do you need to be punished?”

                “I just need it – I’ve not been bad or anything, I do what you want.”  Pause.  “I just want to be punished, to be spanked.”  I was hard now, my cock getting friction against the girdle.  Grind, grind.  “I … I don’t know.”

                “Oh, I think you do, you just can’t say it.  You’re afraid of what people might think seeing you wearing women’s clothing, in a strange room with a women you’ve never met or even seen.”  She stopped, got up.

                “Right now, I could walk out of here.  You couldn’t get up, couldn’t call anyone, you’d be trapped here until the maid found you in the morning.  And if she was a real sadist, she might just make you suck her off and then go on to the next room.  We might be able to arrange that,” she said as I groaned in shame at the image she had painted.

                “You get off on the shame, don’t you?  Only, it’s not really shame because I get off on seeing you do this.”

                “Punish me, fuck me,” it was a cry.

                She resumed whacking me, not hard, I guess she had been instructed by the answer to one of the questions when I made it clear that pain was not my thing.  But vulnerability and exposure to one who appreciated it was.

                “I want to hear about the punishment.  What do you feel like when you know you’re going to be punished?

                “I feel slutty, sexy, really naked.”

                She went on, asking me questions, whacking my ass, making me talk all about the desire for shame that wasn’t shame, for humiliation that wasn’t humiliation.

                “Now, let’s hear about being fucked.  Does Kathy like it hard or soft?”  She got off the bed and I heard her pull something else out of the bag.  I’m going to be guessing strap-on.

                I squirmed more, like a woman in heat.  “Kathy likes to be – taken, likes to be raped.  Likes to be – fucked up her pussy and made to do things, make me feel things,” I said.

                I felt a little jab in the middle of my ass, right where my asshole was covered by fabric.  She pressed up against me, her strap-on sliding under my ass, going along my cock, her hips pushing against my ass.  She pulled out and thrust again a time or two, just causing the dildo to stimulate my cock.  She leaned over till her boobs were brushing my back and my hands were pressed against her abs.  Her skin was smooth, her body felt good pressing on me.  This is the biggest part of the turn-on of being analy taken, that feeling of weight on my back of being pressed down, confined, held down by her weight.

                She was lying full on my back now, her legs wrapped against mine, her hair brushing my shoulders.  I could smell her sent now, feel her arms near mine.  God, I love this feeling of being raped.  I used my fingers to feel her stomach. 

                Her voice was near to my ears now,  “Kathy, you little fuck slut.  I am going to rape you hard, rape you soft, I’m going to make you come and I’m going to stop you from coming.  You are mine, you know that don’t you?  That’s what this anal fucking is about, not my pleasure but my ownership.  You are my slave and I’m going to fuck you.”  She quickly got up, undid one of my leg ties, tugged on my girdle and pulled down to my ankles.  She undid the other ankle, and pulled the girdle off.  She picked it up and threw it over my head.  “Sluttly bitch, you’d lick your own smell of that if I made you.”

                She applied some lubricant to my ass, rubbing it in slowly and carefully.  Soon, I felt the tip penetrating in.  That time of the first penetration is critical, cause you can tell so much about the Mistress’ style right then, does she know what she is doing, is she taking time to warm things up, and so on.  This part isn’t fun for me, not till things slide in and get going.  She did take her time and add lub until she was in.  She thrust in and out a time or two.

                “Ok you, you little bitch, you’re going to get fucked now, so tell me how much you want it.  You can say it.”

                “Fuck me, rape me.  Fuck me like you own me, like I don’t count, like I’m totally wanton.  Fuck me!”

                “Tell me, Kathy, you are a little nympho aren’t you.”

                “Yes,” she pushed in and out, I rose to meet her, I ground my hips, I imagined being out in front of people, a lot of people, being fucked like this in front of a whole auditorium of people.  My face grew hot with shame and I was even harder.

                “You are such a nympho, that this bondage isn’t necessary, because you’d give it up for free, wouldn’t you?”  She reached over and undid my cuffs.  I pulled my hands around and stretched out.  “Take off your blindfold.”  I did.  She thrust in, and leaned over on me, now her weight could go full on my back.

                “Mistress, you own me, fuck me like this more.”

                “Only after you beg,” and she abruptly got up and got off the bed.  “Turn over, you can look at me now.”

                I turned over and gazed at my Mistress.  She was what you’d call a ‘big girl’, not BBW class, just ‘sturdy.’  Above average height, long, thick black hair.  She was wearing black leather boots, black bra over her ample breasts and, of course, a strap-on.  She was sitting in the chair next to the window.  “Well, do you want to be fucked some more?”

                I rolled over and came towards her, crawling on the bed.  “Yes, Mistress,” I said, looking her in the eye.

                “Well,” she said, pointing at her feet, “let’s hear how much you do want it.”

                I got off the end of the bed and down on all fours on the floor.  I crawled over to her feet, bent down and kissed her boots.  I started kissing them, and rubbing my hair along them, savoring the smell of warm leather.  She grabbed my hair at the back of my head.  “I like this, but I want you to look at me and tell me what you want, Kathy.”

                I raised my eyes to hers, looking deep into her, and getting the little erotic thrill I do from that.  I was suddenly conscious of the weight of my cock between my legs and I started rubbing my thighs together.  “I want to be fucked, would you please fuck me, I need to be owned, to be …” it was so embarrassing, and so thrilling.  “I moved again, like a woman aroused, “Please, fuck me and own me.  Make me do things, make me want to be raped.”

                “Look at my cock.”  I did, seeing it bob just in front of me.  “Let’s do it in the bathroom, crawl in there.”  I turned around and began a crawl to the back of the room, towards the bathroom.  The tile floor would be so, vulnerable, so open.  I turned in front of the door and went in.  “Stick your head in there between the toilet and the tub.”

                The toilet was next to the tub, and I moved forward and put my head in between.  God what a slut I was, on my knees in the bathroom.  She came over my ass and bent down, and slowly inserted herself.  “You look so adorable in this position, and the bra is a great addition.  You would do anything slutty wouldn’t you?”  She pushed in and out and again there was that feeling of ownership and possession as she worked me.  The cold of the tile was a sharp contrast to the warmth I felt from behind.

                “I’d like to come in you, deposit my see all over your inside, taking possession of your pussy,” she said as she pushed in and out.  “Or maybe just spray you all over.  But,” she said with a sigh, “I like seeing your submission.”  She pulled out.  Well, this was an awkward position, and hard for her as well as me.

                “Oh, don’t move.”  She sat down on the toilet, and I could hear her urinate, and clean up.  “You liked that, but here is something you’ll like more.  Back to the bed.”  She slapped my ass and I backed out, and crawled over the tile to the carpeted main room and toward the bed.  I watched her boots stride ahead of me.

                “On the bed, on your back.”  I got to the bed, got on it, and rolled over.  “Put a pillow under your ass.”  I reached up, pulled one off the bed and put it underneath me, raising my ass in the air, invitingly.

                She got up on the bed, on her knees and, grabbing my legs, lifted them up into the air, exposing my ass more.  Letting them drape over her shoulder, she reached down and guided her dildo into my ass, taking time in this sensitive position.  All the time she was looking me in the eye and I could not take my eyes off her.  “I just love that bra you’re wearing, it adds just the feminine touch to you.”  She smiled and leaned forward.

                For a long moment we just stayed there, almost motionless, she moving in and out just a little bit, too much and she’d pop out.  Anyway, it wasn’t about the friction for me, it was about the submission.  She reached for my cock, wrapping a hand around the shaft and squeezing.  She did pull out and leaned over until she was on me, like a man over a woman in the missionary position.  “Squeeze my cock.”  I brought my legs together and she started thrusting up and down. 

                I wrapped my arms around her, “oh,” I cooed, “my big lover is so strong, fuck me, fuck me hard, shove it in, show me how strong you are.”  Now where did that come from?  We did this for a while, her fucking me like a guy, my taking it like a woman and talking her on.  We switched after a while, and she had me put my legs around her waist and she stuck the dildo on my cock and rubbed, again while I took her weight and talked dirty in her ear.

                Finally, she began bucking me harder and harder.  “Fuck me, big lover, fuck me strong, split me open,” I cried, “come in me.”  She gave one big thrust and fell on top of me.  I didn’t know if she had an orgasm, but I think she had fun.

                After a bit of rest, she rolled over on the side of the bed.  “Now by rights, I should go to sleep now and leave you there rubbing your clit,” she said with a laugh. 

                “Oh,” I said, with a bit of attitude, “I’ve never done that to a woman.”  I smiled and rubbed her skin.

                She got up, “Two more humiliations for you dearie.  Now come for me.  Jack off.”  She got up and went over to the chair again and sat down to watch me.  I lay back and stroked and it didn’t take long before I came, spraying over my stomach. 

                “Get over here, now, don’t clean up, nothing, right now.”  It’s hard to move right after ward and sex is the last thing on your mind, but a Mistress is a Mistress.  I went over and she had undone her thong and pointed me at her crotch.  I burrowed in and began licking her.  She was hot and started moaning and moving, grabbing my head between her thighs and squeezing me.  It didn’t take long for her to come either and I thought she was going to snap my neck as she bucked her way to a climax.

                She pushed me off and got up.  “OK, it’s late.  Here’s your orders.  Take a quick shower.  Put the bra and girdle back on.  Get in bed and grab some sleep.  The next one is coming here soon.”  She was standing up, putting things back in her bag.  “Don’t answer the phone.  We’ve set it up for no maid service.  Don’t leave.  Ha, as if.”

                In just a second she was out the door.  I did as I was told, enjoying a hot, relaxing shower.  After toweling off, I straightened up a couple of things, put the bra and girdle back on, turned off the lights and crawled into bed.  Under the covers I had a chance to think about this wonderful evening.  It was so relaxing to be free of all the obligations, the worries, free of the restraints of my life.

                Two days wasn’t long enough.  I was asleep quickly.

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