Finding Me

This is just a teaser of something that I'm working on.

I stand in the elegant Monet Personality Suite of the Savoy Hotel, gazing at myself in the vast full-length mirror. I’m wearing a black lace bra and matching thong the material is so soft and delicate an identical suspender belt sit’s on my hips which clasps the lace tops of the gossamer nude stockings. My long brown hair is down and styled in large lose curls and my make-up is flawlessly perfect, thanks to the beautiful Bridgette, whom he called to pamper me. I feel exquisite, alluring even. I feel precious; this divine man has shown me nothing but admiration, a new way to express myself.  I feel a spark deep with me ignite and I feel that finally I will never be afraid again.

I continue to gaze at myself.  Should I feel different, guilty maybe? I should, I know I should but I don’t. I’ve lied, been deceitful and to top it all off. I’ve just had the most amazing sexual experience of my life, and all without my husband.

I feel his presence behind me a spark of electricity crackles through my body and if you close your eyes and listen very carefully, it sounds like a streak of lightening illuminating the stormy sky. I feel his warm seductive breath on the nape of my neck.

“Don’t turn around” He whispers in my ear. I feel a tingle tickle its way down my back as his nose softly brushes my ear “I have something for you.  Slightly spread your legs” his voice is soft like velvet yet his tone is strong and authoritative.  I bid as I am told and slowly open my legs.  He doesn’t touch me, but deftly slinks down behind me. He places his hands on my warm ass and gently begins to massage my tender skin. Slowly achingly slowly, he moves his generous fingers firstly down my right thigh, moving his way to the crease of my knee and places a indulgent kiss on my sensitive skin. Then continues to glide down my leg. Then seamlessly repeats the process on my left leg. “You have beautiful legs” he breaths.   His hushed voice twisting deep in my psyche, how can just a voice turn you on?

I feel his finger at the top of my thong and he pulls it away from my skin.  I feel a delicious pull as the fine fabric becomes taught around my swollen bud. I gasp with pleasure. He tugs the lace again, the friction is intoxicating.

“Like I said I have a small gift for you. You will wear it while we are at dinner. Do you understand?”

“Yes” I breathe.  I feel his slick fingers begin to tease me. He move the delicate fabric tone side then seductively he inserts one long square finger inside me then another, I savor his welcoming touch as he teases me.  My breath becomes deep and in the darkest pit of my sole I feel a pull of excitement. I feel my slick arousal as he spreads it around my aching entrance.

I feel something push against me and he slowly inserts and object into my ever ready opening.

“This is a vibrating bullet, which I have control over. You will keep this in for the evening.”

“What do you mean you have control?” I ask meekly. I know I should not be asking questions however, my curiosity is piqued. And as if on cue I feel a sharp stinging pain across my tender behind the crack echoes around the large room I bite my tongue as not to cry out.

“You do not question me, you do as I say. No questions asked” His voice is menacingly soft and I feel a pleasing sensation ripple through me. I feel the sensation of the bullet it’s weighty and slightly cold. Wow, this is erotic. “You will not remove this, you will absorb the pleasure and if you behave you will be rewarded do you understand?”

“Yes” My voice giving me away. He obviously presses one of the buttons on the remote as my hidden treasure sends delicious waves of ecstasy through me. Then the sensation becomes more, pulsing, faster, the intensity grows and I feel myself wanting to moan in pleasure this is hedonistic then it stops instantly. This is beyond anything I have ever experienced.  This is hot, no way beyond hot this is thermonuclear. I’m aching, I clench the muscles around the bullet for some welcome friction. Oh no please don’t stop it I want a release I mew in my head.

“I will have total control” he starts it again this time I cannot control my cry.

“Arrgghh” I moan quietly

“You will be quiet” then slaps my ass again.

“Yes I understand” fuck me this is out of this world, me a twin set, pearl tooting house wife, surely this cannot be legal.

“Stand up straight” he orders.  I bring my legs back together. As I move I can feel the pull on the bullet, it feel’s alien, constantly pushing down, a sense of continual fullness. “you may turn around and look at me now” His hair is still slightly damp from his shower and looks almost black, his azure blue eyes gleaming with desire, he rakes them over my body. I feel strangely self-conscious just stood in my underwear, underwear that he has brought me, but also adored.

“I think I would like to Dress you now. Come with me.” I follow him into the vast bedroom of the Suite. He gracefully walks over to the wardrobe and pulls out a black dress bag with “Jovani” discretely written on it “I hope you like it?” his tone is one I have not heard before, apprehension may be. He casually glides the zip down the long sleek carrier places his hand inside and carefully lifts out the dress.

 I’m stunned.