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 >At 3pm you are in the lobby of the IBIS hotel by the station as requested.
You feel strange & just a little uncomfortable stood there in jacket,
blouse, skirt, stockings & suspenders, shoes of your choice, but no bra or
knickers, he was quite adamant about that.  Self-consciously you stand
there feeling your nipples firm under the thin material of your blouse,
pulling your jacket tighter, in the disturbed believe that every one is
watching you.  The bleep of your phone seems amplified, catching you
unawares you start.  "Room 103" You stomach is full of butterflies, you
feel that you need to pee & your throat is dry.  You could turn & run,
nothing stopping you, but shame, shame & lust.  Even now you can feel your
own wetness on your thighs, almost smell yourself through your skirt as
your cunt twitches involuntarily.  You head for the lift starting to glow
with embarrassment.  The young German student you share the lift with
notices your unfettered nipple, you notice him staring.  You want him to
reach out & touch, to slide a hand into your blouse, the thought making you
clench your thighs together & squirm, the smell of your sex now heavy in
the air.  First floor.  Good job it was a short ride, you were ready to
drop to your knees & take his cock in your mouth.  Room 103.  You stand
outside the door, take a deep breath, close your eyes & knock.  The door
swings open as a figure in suit & tie walks slowly away towards a chair
with its back to the window.  He sits down, picks up his paper & resumes
drinking his coffee.  This is not what you expected & as your mouth works
out of synch with your brain to form the words, any words really, he
glances up.  'Shut the door & step inside'.  You do as he requests.  'You
can hang your cloths up or simply drop them on the floor, but strip & strip
now' With this he turns a page & appears to read, but as you slowly peel
your cloths off, carefully hanging them so as not to crease, you notice an
ever-watchful eye.  You stand just inside the doorway adjacent to the
bathroom door, feeling....  Well helpless, bemused a little angry maybe. 
Suddenly he stands, folds the paper & slips his jacket off.  Walking over
he reaches out; takes hold of you finger & thumb by the nipple & pulls you
towards him.  His mouth is upon yours, his tongue invasive, but just as you
start to relax into it he breaks off & walks around behind you.  The
blindfold affixed, the room becomes a distant memory as you try & hold the
image.  Next comes the rough leather collar, you hear a small padlock clip
into place & feel the weight of the lead attached.  He stands silently
behind you, fingers stroking down your back, occasionally squeezing your
buttocks or reaching round to mash your breasts & tug on your nipples. 
Your cunt is going crazy but when you try to speak he slips two fingers in
your mouth & shushes you almost in a whisper.  He is in front of you again
now.  ' I can smell your cunt.' The words shock you.  ' You are nothing but
a cheap whore to be used & abused, to be degraded for my pleasure.  If you
think otherwise you can leave now & i'll throw your cloths into the
corridor after you'.  Your face flushes, your eyes well under the mask. 
'Now in my hand i have elasticated cord.  I am going to bind your gross
tits till they are purple & fit to explode, do you understand me?' His tone
now quite firm, but his voice still low.  You nod.  You are not sure if you
felt the sting & the heat first or heard the slap, but your left buttock
explodes into a blister of pain.  'Do you understand?' 'Yes sir' you gasp,
learning fast.  'Lean forward slightly so they hang'.  You do as requested
your buttock still warm.  Soon you feel the cord biting into the top of
your right breast, round & round again, then the left breast, then in a
figure of eight.  The effect is almost immediate, with the flow of blood
restricted your already heavy & troublesome breasts swell alarmingly,
becoming painful & over sensitive.  He moves away & you hear a box being
opened, then a jar 'pop'.  'These you disgusting piece of meat are vacuum
bell jars, sealed with Vaseline, lets see how far we can stretch those
teats of yours.' You stand helpless, almost wetting yourself with the mixed
emotions running through your body.  You feel the cold glass jar smeared
with what you know to be Vaseline pushed tightly over your nipple.  The
pain from the suction is immediate as you feel your nipple being drawn out
full stretch into the jar.  But the next nipple yields a surprise, as the
vacuum is increased, the nipple extended, the glass is suddenly splattered
with your warm off white milk which you feel being sucked out through the
pores, your breast tingling.  With a gentle tug on the lead he steers you
across to the bed & helps you sit.  Although blindfolded you can feel his
presence before you.  `You know what to do whore' Trembling, almost
oblivious to the throbbing pain in your breasts & your nipple, still
draining, yon reach out with both hands & find his crotch.  He is hard, his
cock fat through the material of his suit trousers.  Your mind in a turmoil
you unfasten his belt, pull down his zip and, taking the material of his
pants by the waist in each hand, pull his pant & trousers to the knees. 
Your mouth instinctively refuses to wait for your fingers as you find the
fat head of his cock with your first bob, sucking him like a gannet with a
fish, washing away all the pre cum dripping with your tongue.  At last
cock! Taking his balls in your left hand, squeezing teasingly, reaching
round to probe his bum with the index finger of your right your mouth goes
to work in an industrial fashion, his hands gripping your head, by holding
roughly to your hair.  It could have been 30seconds, it could have been 3
minutes but you notice him stiffen & pull away.  `Naughty, naughty my
greedy little slut.  Now on the bed, hands & knees, face down, arse up,
legs slightly spread.' You do as commanded, your tits sore against the
sheets, one of the bell jars popping off as your breasts plough down into
the mattress, the relieve is short lived, as the nipple aches
uncontrollably as it reduces in size.  `Fuck!  You bastard!' You cry out in
your distress.  Bad move.  You hear him rummage in a draw & feel what you
later learn to be a leather paddle circle against your buttocks.  `Open
your mouth' he commands.  You do so only to find your sodden panties being
fed in gusset first, the taste of your own cunt surprisingly fresh &
pungent not yet dried white.  `Bite!'
Thwack,..thwack,....thwack,...thwack,...thwack,...thwack.  Three blows to
each buttock, a flash of lightning crosses your brain, your teeth bear down
on your panties, your fingers claw at the sheets.  `Let that me a lesson,
that is what naughty foul mouthed insolent girls can expect in reward for
their wrong doings.' With that he gently removes your chewed up panties
from your mouth & you take a deep breath to steady your fragile nerves. 
Your tears swell & run freely, but so does your cunt.  You kneel there
obscenely open, waiting for his move, but when he makes it you gasp with
surprise as his tongue makes contact with your slightly gaping anus.  As he
tongue fucks your ass his thumb makes slow circling movements on your clit,
his breath hot on your fanny.  In your heightened state this is more than
you can bear, your hips thrusting out & shaking violently as you have your
first orgasm of the afternoon squirting your juices into his face before
dribbling slightly, then dripping onto the sheet below.  He leaves you to
recover as he strips & goes to wash his face.  You feel the cool moistness
of the ky pool in your rosebud, that secret passage to your nether world,
followed by a slow worming invasive index finger.  As his index finger
starts to slowly manipulate your anus, judging your reaction, you feel his
middle two fingers enter your cunt.  No excuse me's , no if I just may, an
almost casual entrance, but a welcomed one at that.  Now the coup de grace.
As he pumps his fingers firmly in & out of your cunt & shit hole,
stretching & rubbing his fingers this way & that, he allows his little
finger to glide back & forth over your clit, your swollen clit.  Your
bulging tits, the pain now a throbbing back ground, now merely add to this
pleasure, as all your senses seem heightened by this cruel injustice.  `
I'm going to finger fuck you till either your knees or cunt give out, once
you collapse on the bed your ass is mine, no question.  To empathise the
point he draws one of his fingers from your cunt & plunges it along the
other in your ass to the squeal of your delight, his little finger slipping
in unnoticed into your mashed up cunt.  His fingers work cruelly &
relentless & you soon find yourself face down on the bed shaking with
uncontrolled delight, crying out obscenities in a deep guttural voice that
you no longer recognise.  His cock slips into your ass all too easily as
you feel his heat & weight on top of you.  Considerate one this one,
allowing your ass to expand & relax before he fucks you silly.  You speak
too soon as his free hand reaches under you; grasps hold of the bell jar &
prise it away from your swollen teat.  You flex violently in your
discomfort, your bowels repeatedly squeezing on his swollen cock,
masturbating him.  Then, holding you by the shoulders he starts his slow
rhythmic movements, slow & shallow at first, building up to long & deep,
the sweat dripping off his body joining yours.  Your mind is focused.  God,
you want to shit, no you want to come, NO!  You want to SHIT!  NO!  You
want to COME!  To your great relief you come & it is delicious.  His spunk
will be a day or so dripping from your ass into your panties, a little
souvenir of that afternoon, but you don't care.  He pulls you into a dry
spot & cuddles you briefly; tenderly removing the bindings from your
breasts kisses the nape of your neck & then moves away.  You hear the
kettle primed & start to boil up, the rattle of cups.  `Tea or coffee?' You
hear running water in the bathroom as you move your head to the pillow,
hesitant to remove the blindfold, permission not yet being granted.  The
kettle clicks, a spoon rattles & stirs, a cup & saucer is placed on the
bedside table.  ` The room is paid up, plenty of hot water & clean towels,
hand the key in on the way out' With that you hear the door latch & he is
gone.  You groan, clench & touch your self, your clit still throbbing, your
ass distended, leaking slightly, your breasts bruised no doubt.  Is that
what you want?