The Journey By Ghia
She stood in front of the hotel, hardly daring to breathe. Even though the night was warm, she shivered. Dare she go in to what awaited her, she wondered? As quickly as the thought came, it was discarded. Still, the indecision in her was strong. What if he was not as she had pictured? What if it was not as she anticipated? As she stood there, she could almost feel his presence in the hotel... Willing her to start her journey.
They had met in a chat room a year before. She, as her alter ego, he, his name his only identification.At first, there had been the banter between them, but all too soon, his instinct took over, recognising her for the person that she was.Nothing obvious, just words, phrases, almost as if she was daring him to see past her alter ego, to know her beyond her wall.
Drawing a deep breath, Tabitha straightened herself. As she ran her hands down over her hips, arranging her dress, she became painfully aware of her vulnerable state. He had decreed that she was to wear only the dress, and nothing else. Her naked skin under the flimsy material seemed, to her, to be blatantly obvious to all who walked past her.
With a quick check of her hair, she walked into the lobby. To her, all activity seemed to cease. She quickened her pace as she walked towards the restaurant. She could feel her cheeks blushing furiously as she asked to be taken to his table. Walking between the other tables, she was acutely aware of her nipples, hard and obvious to all. At the same time, she was aware of the "weird men" as she called them. Ordinarily they would have earned her contempt, but tonite, their leering and undressing of her with their eyes only heightened her arousal.
All too soon, the waiter brought her to his table. To this point, she had walked quickly, her head down, her eyes fixed on the floor in front of her. She looked up briefly, as if to confirm her expectations. Instead, she saw a man who looked exactly like the photo he had sent her. A feeling of relief came over her only to be replaced by a feeling of concern, What if she was not as he expected? What if she didn't please him? Carefully, she searched his face for some, any sign of approval. Inadvertently her eyes met his and locked together, if only for a second. In that instant, she knew she had gained the approval that was so important to her. Again the feeling of relief penetrated to her very core.
The waiter pulled her chair from the table, as waiters do. She quickly sat down, careful to arrange her dress as he had instructed, so that her bare skin was directly on the rough material. She looked around the room, ever aware of the audience who surveyed her every move. As the waiter leaned across her to place her serviette in her lap, his eyes seemed to burn into her breasts as he casually surveyed her cleavage, easily visible from his view. Yet again, her skin turned a deep shade of crimson as she was forced to sit there, allowing this servant to know her intimately. Her mind screamed at her to spring from the chair and slap this man, yet she did nothing, for he had decreed that she was to follow his instructions. As angry as she was, she could feel her wetness oozing out of her and begin to soak her thighs.
With a gesture from him, the waiter was sent on his way to arrange for their cocktails, but not before he stole another glance of her creamy breasts. Blushing, by this time was beginning to become the norm for her. All too soon, the drink was in front of her. She reached out quickly for it and began to sip it. In her state though, it was all she could do not to gulp it down. As she struggled with her drink, he watched her closely, bemused by her obvious nervousness. In the last 12 months, they had explored every facet of each other, yet now, sitting across a table, it took on a surrealistic atmosphere. Weakening briefly, he reached across the table and brushed her hand. His touch was light, yet she jumped visibly. The electricity between them was obvious to them both.
The waiter returned with their meals, placing them in front of them. He had ordered for them both, knowing her tastes as well as he did his own. During the meal, they talked about the "normal" social pleasantries, all the while very aware of their plans for the evening.The food was excellent, yet she hardly tasted it, preoccupied as she was.All through the meal, she could think of nothing but what she would undergo later. As yet, she had no idea what that was, only that she would come to no harm.Normally, this would have scared her to the point where she would refuse to participate, but she knew this man would never put her in a position where she even thought about using their safeword. In the course of the last few months, he had explored her limits thoroughly. The wine relaxed her yet, at the same time, heightened her arousal through the anticipation. By the end of the meal, she was unable to sit quietly on the chair, squirming imperceptibly. This, in turn, made her even more aware of the rough material her naked skin was in contact with.
All too soon, the meal came to an end. As they sipped their coffee, he outlined what was to happen to her briefly and also, how she was expected to behave. A sharp intake of her breath accompanied each point. As they were about to leave, she asked to be allowed to visit the Ladies room so that she could make herself more presentable for the trip through the lobby and onto the street. She could feel her wetness now. She knew that when she arose from the chair, the waiters who cleaned up after them would see her damp patch on the seat and know what was the cause. As well, the aroma of her arousal was very strong now. He refused her request though, determined to raise her awareness to a new level. Briefly she thought about protesting but stopped herself.
His grip on her arm was strong as they walked out of the hotel and were ushered into the waiting taxi. She entered the cab with him following. She was forced to sit in the middle of the seat, her legs parted by the tunnel that ran through the car. Not happy with that, he slid his hand between them and forced them apart even further. He left his hand there and slid it up between her thighs. Again, she was blushing furiously as she became aware of the cab driver adjusting his mirror so he had a clear view up between her legs. By the smile on his face, she knew that he could see the sparse hairs covering her mound. As well, her Master was now sliding his finger up and down her slit, lightly at first, but slowly increasing the pressure until her lips parted, allowing him access to her most private parts.Despite herself, she moaned in pleasure from his explorations. She knew that the driver knew what was happening, but she had lost all control by this stage and spread her legs even further so that her Master had easier access to her. With the spreading of her legs, he now found her clit and started to tease it by rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. Oblivious to everything now but her building climax, she gave herself over to the exquisite pleasure of it all.... the dinner, the anticipation, even her lewd and wanton behaviour in front of these 2 men, one, a total stranger. She was vaguely aware of them discussing her in the crudest possible terms. This only added to her pleasure though. Slowly, he increased the pressure on her clit until it became almost unbearable.... but not quite. Again, she moaned. Louder now, in frustration as he held off her climax.
As the taxi pulled into his driveway, he leaned across and whispered her instructions. At first, she was shocked at what he had ordered her to do, but she hesitated for only a moment as she pulled her dress up to her hips, spread her legs, and parted her pussy lips with her fingers. The driver had turned on the interior light to show her, her eyes clenched shut from embarrassment as she invited the driver to come into the house and use her in any way he desired. Even as she spoke the words, her pussy flooded anew at the thought of her brazenness.
They got out of the cab and she stood quietly as her Master slowly and deliberately unbuttoned her dress letting it fall to the ground. He then turned her around and locked her wrists behind her with handcuffs.He quickly used adhesive tape to bind her arms at the elbows, causing her breasts to jut out even more prominently. This was followed by a leather collar around her neck, and she was ready to begin her walk into the house. They took her, one on either side, by her arms and slowly walked the 50 yards to the front door. She desperately wished they would hurry her into the house, to save being seen by passers by. But It was not to be.
Once inside, she was taken to the bedroom. It seemed to her to be a very masculine decor with the smell of leather heavy in the air. This only added to her state which, by now, was so all consuming, it was all she could do to stand up. Her juices were now running freely down her thighs.
At a signal from her Master, she slowly walked to the driver and offered herself to him, asking which hole he would prefer. As she was saying this to him, the driver was running his hands all over her breasts, pinching her nipples. She flinched at the pain but willed herself to be still for him. In spite of herself, she was soon moaning again. All too quickly, he stopped and ordered her to her knees. He stood in front of her and unzipped his trousers. He reached in and his cock sprang into view, just inches from her face. She leaned forward and took him into her mouth, gently licking the head and then sliding her mouth down on the shaft. She withdrew until it was free of her mouth again, but the driver wasn't content with that and grabbed her hair and started forcing his cock into her mouth gain. This time, though, he had control and didn't stop until it was firmly implanted in her throat.Bound and handcuffed as she was, she had no option but to accept him into her. He pulled out and quickly rammed back down her throat. Now, he was fucking her mouth for his own enjoyment.
Her Master walked behind and knelt so that he could explore her breasts and pussy. He was fingering her now, enjoying her wetness. Her nipples were being stretched out from her body, causing her exquisite pain and pleasure. She felt herself slipping into that state where nothing mattered but the sensations she was being forced to endure. Again, she felt the much needed climax approaching but, yet again, she was denied it.
Quickly now, she was pulled to her feet, her handcuffs and the tape removed. She was led over to the bed and pushed onto it, her body at right angles to it. Her arms were tied to the posts and she was positioned in such a way that her head hung over the edge of the bed. Her legs were drawn up and back and tied to the posts, leaving her totally open and exposed to their view. Together, they both explored her cunt and ass, sliding their fingers in and out, stretching her Her head being draped down over the edge, she couldn't see what they were doing, only feel it. The sensations were incredible to her and soon she was moaning and begging them to fuck her anywhere they pleased, in her ass, in her cunt, in her mouth. It no longer mattered. She only knew she desperately needed to please these 2 men and bring herself to her own release.
She felt the bed move as one of them moved between her legs. Soon, she felt the rubbery hardness of a cock being rubbing up and down her slit. It was teasing her now and she strained to somehow grab it between her lips and draw it down into herself. She suddenly noticed the driver kneeling at her face. She automatically opened her mouth for him as he pressed on her lips. Together they entered her, quickly and brutally. She screamed as her Master's cock plunged to the depths of her cunt in one stroke, but her scream was muffled by the cock now lodged in her throat.
They used her now, fast, deep strokes designed to give them their pleasure. Bound as she was, she could do nothing but lay there, submissive in her acceptance. That acceptance though, released her to enjoy the sensations of pain and pleasure that were flooding through every cell of her body. Without warning, her climax exploded in her. Again she screamed a muffled scream, but this time, it was one of pure pleasure. Her orgasm seemed endless as they both exploded in her.
As they withdrew, they both offered her their cocks which she cleaned with her tongue, careful not to leave a drop of their cum. She had been instructed earlier, while she was cleaning the driver's cock she looked directly at him and smiled, thanking him for using her mouth.
The driver dressed and was escorted to the front door by her Master while she lay there, revelling in the sensations of her body. Soon, he was back and freed her. He laid on the bed and drew her to him, her head on his chest, his arm wrapped protectively around her. She was serenely happy now, knowing she had pleased him. As he stroked her hair, she snuggled up to him and drifted off to sleep, knowing she would only have pleasant dreams this night..
She stood in front of the hotel, hardly daring to breathe. Even though the night was warm, she shivered. Dare she go in to what awaited her, she wondered? As quickly as the thought came, it was discarded. Still, the indecision in her was strong. What if he was not as she had pictured? What if it was not as she anticipated? As she stood there, she could almost feel his presence in the hotel... Willing her to start her journey.
They had met in a chat room a year before. She, as her alter ego, he, his name his only identification.At first, there had been the banter between them, but all too soon, his instinct took over, recognising her for the person that she was.Nothing obvious, just words, phrases, almost as if she was daring him to see past her alter ego, to know her beyond her wall.
Drawing a deep breath, Tabitha straightened herself. As she ran her hands down over her hips, arranging her dress, she became painfully aware of her vulnerable state. He had decreed that she was to wear only the dress, and nothing else. Her naked skin under the flimsy material seemed, to her, to be blatantly obvious to all who walked past her.
With a quick check of her hair, she walked into the lobby. To her, all activity seemed to cease. She quickened her pace as she walked towards the restaurant. She could feel her cheeks blushing furiously as she asked to be taken to his table. Walking between the other tables, she was acutely aware of her nipples, hard and obvious to all. At the same time, she was aware of the "weird men" as she called them. Ordinarily they would have earned her contempt, but tonite, their leering and undressing of her with their eyes only heightened her arousal.
All too soon, the waiter brought her to his table. To this point, she had walked quickly, her head down, her eyes fixed on the floor in front of her. She looked up briefly, as if to confirm her expectations. Instead, she saw a man who looked exactly like the photo he had sent her. A feeling of relief came over her only to be replaced by a feeling of concern, What if she was not as he expected? What if she didn't please him? Carefully, she searched his face for some, any sign of approval. Inadvertently her eyes met his and locked together, if only for a second. In that instant, she knew she had gained the approval that was so important to her. Again the feeling of relief penetrated to her very core.
The waiter pulled her chair from the table, as waiters do. She quickly sat down, careful to arrange her dress as he had instructed, so that her bare skin was directly on the rough material. She looked around the room, ever aware of the audience who surveyed her every move. As the waiter leaned across her to place her serviette in her lap, his eyes seemed to burn into her breasts as he casually surveyed her cleavage, easily visible from his view. Yet again, her skin turned a deep shade of crimson as she was forced to sit there, allowing this servant to know her intimately. Her mind screamed at her to spring from the chair and slap this man, yet she did nothing, for he had decreed that she was to follow his instructions. As angry as she was, she could feel her wetness oozing out of her and begin to soak her thighs.
With a gesture from him, the waiter was sent on his way to arrange for their cocktails, but not before he stole another glance of her creamy breasts. Blushing, by this time was beginning to become the norm for her. All too soon, the drink was in front of her. She reached out quickly for it and began to sip it. In her state though, it was all she could do not to gulp it down. As she struggled with her drink, he watched her closely, bemused by her obvious nervousness. In the last 12 months, they had explored every facet of each other, yet now, sitting across a table, it took on a surrealistic atmosphere. Weakening briefly, he reached across the table and brushed her hand. His touch was light, yet she jumped visibly. The electricity between them was obvious to them both.
The waiter returned with their meals, placing them in front of them. He had ordered for them both, knowing her tastes as well as he did his own. During the meal, they talked about the "normal" social pleasantries, all the while very aware of their plans for the evening.The food was excellent, yet she hardly tasted it, preoccupied as she was.All through the meal, she could think of nothing but what she would undergo later. As yet, she had no idea what that was, only that she would come to no harm.Normally, this would have scared her to the point where she would refuse to participate, but she knew this man would never put her in a position where she even thought about using their safeword. In the course of the last few months, he had explored her limits thoroughly. The wine relaxed her yet, at the same time, heightened her arousal through the anticipation. By the end of the meal, she was unable to sit quietly on the chair, squirming imperceptibly. This, in turn, made her even more aware of the rough material her naked skin was in contact with.
All too soon, the meal came to an end. As they sipped their coffee, he outlined what was to happen to her briefly and also, how she was expected to behave. A sharp intake of her breath accompanied each point. As they were about to leave, she asked to be allowed to visit the Ladies room so that she could make herself more presentable for the trip through the lobby and onto the street. She could feel her wetness now. She knew that when she arose from the chair, the waiters who cleaned up after them would see her damp patch on the seat and know what was the cause. As well, the aroma of her arousal was very strong now. He refused her request though, determined to raise her awareness to a new level. Briefly she thought about protesting but stopped herself.
His grip on her arm was strong as they walked out of the hotel and were ushered into the waiting taxi. She entered the cab with him following. She was forced to sit in the middle of the seat, her legs parted by the tunnel that ran through the car. Not happy with that, he slid his hand between them and forced them apart even further. He left his hand there and slid it up between her thighs. Again, she was blushing furiously as she became aware of the cab driver adjusting his mirror so he had a clear view up between her legs. By the smile on his face, she knew that he could see the sparse hairs covering her mound. As well, her Master was now sliding his finger up and down her slit, lightly at first, but slowly increasing the pressure until her lips parted, allowing him access to her most private parts.Despite herself, she moaned in pleasure from his explorations. She knew that the driver knew what was happening, but she had lost all control by this stage and spread her legs even further so that her Master had easier access to her. With the spreading of her legs, he now found her clit and started to tease it by rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. Oblivious to everything now but her building climax, she gave herself over to the exquisite pleasure of it all.... the dinner, the anticipation, even her lewd and wanton behaviour in front of these 2 men, one, a total stranger. She was vaguely aware of them discussing her in the crudest possible terms. This only added to her pleasure though. Slowly, he increased the pressure on her clit until it became almost unbearable.... but not quite. Again, she moaned. Louder now, in frustration as he held off her climax.
As the taxi pulled into his driveway, he leaned across and whispered her instructions. At first, she was shocked at what he had ordered her to do, but she hesitated for only a moment as she pulled her dress up to her hips, spread her legs, and parted her pussy lips with her fingers. The driver had turned on the interior light to show her, her eyes clenched shut from embarrassment as she invited the driver to come into the house and use her in any way he desired. Even as she spoke the words, her pussy flooded anew at the thought of her brazenness.
They got out of the cab and she stood quietly as her Master slowly and deliberately unbuttoned her dress letting it fall to the ground. He then turned her around and locked her wrists behind her with handcuffs.He quickly used adhesive tape to bind her arms at the elbows, causing her breasts to jut out even more prominently. This was followed by a leather collar around her neck, and she was ready to begin her walk into the house. They took her, one on either side, by her arms and slowly walked the 50 yards to the front door. She desperately wished they would hurry her into the house, to save being seen by passers by. But It was not to be.
Once inside, she was taken to the bedroom. It seemed to her to be a very masculine decor with the smell of leather heavy in the air. This only added to her state which, by now, was so all consuming, it was all she could do to stand up. Her juices were now running freely down her thighs.
At a signal from her Master, she slowly walked to the driver and offered herself to him, asking which hole he would prefer. As she was saying this to him, the driver was running his hands all over her breasts, pinching her nipples. She flinched at the pain but willed herself to be still for him. In spite of herself, she was soon moaning again. All too quickly, he stopped and ordered her to her knees. He stood in front of her and unzipped his trousers. He reached in and his cock sprang into view, just inches from her face. She leaned forward and took him into her mouth, gently licking the head and then sliding her mouth down on the shaft. She withdrew until it was free of her mouth again, but the driver wasn't content with that and grabbed her hair and started forcing his cock into her mouth gain. This time, though, he had control and didn't stop until it was firmly implanted in her throat.Bound and handcuffed as she was, she had no option but to accept him into her. He pulled out and quickly rammed back down her throat. Now, he was fucking her mouth for his own enjoyment.
Her Master walked behind and knelt so that he could explore her breasts and pussy. He was fingering her now, enjoying her wetness. Her nipples were being stretched out from her body, causing her exquisite pain and pleasure. She felt herself slipping into that state where nothing mattered but the sensations she was being forced to endure. Again, she felt the much needed climax approaching but, yet again, she was denied it.
Quickly now, she was pulled to her feet, her handcuffs and the tape removed. She was led over to the bed and pushed onto it, her body at right angles to it. Her arms were tied to the posts and she was positioned in such a way that her head hung over the edge of the bed. Her legs were drawn up and back and tied to the posts, leaving her totally open and exposed to their view. Together, they both explored her cunt and ass, sliding their fingers in and out, stretching her Her head being draped down over the edge, she couldn't see what they were doing, only feel it. The sensations were incredible to her and soon she was moaning and begging them to fuck her anywhere they pleased, in her ass, in her cunt, in her mouth. It no longer mattered. She only knew she desperately needed to please these 2 men and bring herself to her own release.
She felt the bed move as one of them moved between her legs. Soon, she felt the rubbery hardness of a cock being rubbing up and down her slit. It was teasing her now and she strained to somehow grab it between her lips and draw it down into herself. She suddenly noticed the driver kneeling at her face. She automatically opened her mouth for him as he pressed on her lips. Together they entered her, quickly and brutally. She screamed as her Master's cock plunged to the depths of her cunt in one stroke, but her scream was muffled by the cock now lodged in her throat.
They used her now, fast, deep strokes designed to give them their pleasure. Bound as she was, she could do nothing but lay there, submissive in her acceptance. That acceptance though, released her to enjoy the sensations of pain and pleasure that were flooding through every cell of her body. Without warning, her climax exploded in her. Again she screamed a muffled scream, but this time, it was one of pure pleasure. Her orgasm seemed endless as they both exploded in her.
As they withdrew, they both offered her their cocks which she cleaned with her tongue, careful not to leave a drop of their cum. She had been instructed earlier, while she was cleaning the driver's cock she looked directly at him and smiled, thanking him for using her mouth.
The driver dressed and was escorted to the front door by her Master while she lay there, revelling in the sensations of her body. Soon, he was back and freed her. He laid on the bed and drew her to him, her head on his chest, his arm wrapped protectively around her. She was serenely happy now, knowing she had pleased him. As he stroked her hair, she snuggled up to him and drifted off to sleep, knowing she would only have pleasant dreams this night..
