THE RESERVATION

THE RESERVATION

“May I take off the mask now?” she asked.

“Must you be so impatient?” I replied. “Wait for me to open the door for you. I'll lead you in.”

She protested with a muffled, “Humph!” but relinquished her curiosity and waited. She listened in silence as I confirmed the reservation and paid for our session. The exchange only revitalized her curiosity, yet with great effort she remained silent.

I led her to our reserved room and guided her to a plush seat.

“Okay, you can remove the mask now.”

“What is this place?” she asked, looking around the room. Everything was elaborately decorated. Red leather lined the walls. There were several oddly shaped benches and chairs. There was a sink and vanity, but this was obviously not a typical hotel room or any familiar room for that matter. Several cutouts were dotting the opposing walls, each lined with cushioned black leather to contrast that of the wall. In one corner, there was an odd bench catercorner to two walls. At each end were two larger cutouts, one having a small cushioned ledge beneath it. On one wall between the cutouts hung several easily recognized BDSM implements – paddles, floggers, riding whips. She looked quizzed to me for an explanation.

“You were always curious when we would explore our kinks, wondering what a glory hole experience would be like, but hesitant because every one we had seen in porn was in some cheap restroom adapted with plywood holes drilled raggedly with a rough saw. This,” I responded waving my hand around, “is the country club version. In addition to the hefty membership fee, each session is a thousand dollars. Every member has to pass rigorous screening, including health ones for STDs. Here you can explore your abject fantasies with complete confidence.”

Her wide-eyed anxiety melted into a narrow-eyed grin. “How do I begin?” already tugging at her clothes. I watched as her body was revealed with each discarded piece of clothing. I picked them up and hung them on the provided hooks. They thought of everything when designing this place, including the tripod in the corner on which I set up my phone for recording.

“When you are ready, flip the switch on this wall. I will activate a light outside the room, alerting the patrons that the room is occupied and ready.” As soon as the switch was flipped, the cutouts began to fill with dicks of all shapes and lengths. Her eyes lit up like a kid in a candy shop and she licked her lips as her mouth began to water. Kneeling on the soft carpet between two holes, she grasped the nearest dicks protruding grin them, stroking each as she decided which would grace her hungry mouth first.

Moving from one to the other, her skilled tongue traced up the length of each, taking them in deep, leaving trails of drool as she pleasured herself on them. Still, this was not her forte, she much preferred having her mouth fucked. So after her stroking of the two dicks in hand left her with their cum on her face and tits, she expressed that she wanted it differently.

“That's what the corner bench is for. Staddle it face down, rest your chin on the shelf, and open your mouth.”

She smiled as she did so, adjusting her chin on the shelf. Within moments, there was a long cock thrusting into her eager mouth leaving her gagging and drooling all over it. She was pleased to discover that the leather on the bench was textured in such a way that she could grind her clit on it while being face-fucked, but she wasn't expecting the cock that entered her dripping pussy from the other corner against which the bench rested.

Moans and gasps filled the room as she was filled like a spit on the bench. The cock in her pussy pulled out and came onto her ass, but the one in her mouth was enjoying her sucking too much and emptied his pulsing, throbbing dick into her throat. She moved from that bench to one that was right against the opposite wall, wiggling her perfect ass as close to the opening as possible. Soon there was the head of a dick probing her swollen pussy lips, the tip running up and down her slit, but settling at the tight opening of her ass. She tensed as it began to probe her other opening, but he was gentle, allowing her to adjust, pushing into her ass in short, brief thrusts, until she began to buck against it, driving it deep into her ass.

Being filled that was not enough for her. She motioned to me to come in front of the bench. Enough voyeurism. I eagerly bared my cock and plunged it into her warm, wet, mouth.

“Fuuuck,” I managed to murmur as my dick sank into her throat again and again, pausing only to let her wrap her tongue around the tip and suck me back in.

She made the rounds to each of the openings at least twice before giving in to her euphoric exhaustion. She lay on the carpeted floor, her chest heaving, covered in cum, her clit swollen, her pussy lips drenched with a mixture of cum and her juices. She had lost count of how many times she had cum in the haze of her cock sleeve mindlessness. She was barely aware of my lifting her and taking her through a door at the back of the room that led to a private shower. I practically had to hold her up on her shaky legs while the warm water rinsed away the copious amount of cum from her body.

I dried her off and helped her dress. She slept most of the way home, a smile on her face as she dreamed of her next trip there.

Shock

My head is lolled back and my mouth is agape. You have been servicing me with your mouth for over an hour and even I have lost count of the number of loads you have swallowed. Seeing my condition, you decide to make a break for it, hoping against hope that I have forgotten to lock the door. You swivel on your knees, crawl a yard away, and stand to make a break for it.

Immediately, the shock collar causes your back to arch painfully, ripping the breath from your lungs. You collapse to the floor and the surge ceases. Once you catch your breath and your muscles relax, you turn to see me with a leering smile gazing down at you.

"Tsk tsk. Did I fail to tell you that I set the GPS in the collar so that you cannot rise more than a kneeling position high enough to suck me off? Shame on me. Now, back here! You are not finished."

Having crawled back, you take me once again into your mouth. As a reminder that I own you, I grab the back of your head and thrust forcefully into the back of your throat.

After some time, when you think once again that I have fallen asleep, you try again for an escape. Naked except for the collar, your knees are raw and bruised from the constant kneeling, but you ignore the discomfort as you crawl silently toward the door, not risking rising this time. The door was within an arm's length when the collar lit up again and the pain flooded your already sore body. You struggle to return to my chair, clawing your way such that your nails pull agonizingly from their base.

I can't help but laugh this time. "Did you not realize that the collar is also linked to its controller in my watch. You go where I go when I want, and no other. I want no more tonight, so back to your cage."

I don't bother to lock it. I know there will be no more attempts.

learn to be done. not mad, not bothered, just done. protect your peace at all costs

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flurry

Her muffled pleas caused the cushions to vibrate against her lips. Drool mingled with her tears of pleasure as each forceful thrust drove her into the couch's softness.

"What's that, princess? You're going to have to speak up. Use your words," he taunted, emphatically punctuating each word with a plunge of his cock deeper into her dripping wetness.

"More," she mumbled weakly, "more... please..."

So THAT'S why you ask for them!