Coffee

You drop the phone on the bed. Morning meeting cancelled, Damn! Hang on, I'm in a lovely hotel room, my next meeting's not until this afternoon, this morning's meeting has been rescheduled anyway for tomorrow - and this is a problem because..? This is great, a morning off to relax - and you so need to relax right now. You reach for the phone, studying the info for room service.

20 mins later there's a knock on the door. You let the towel from the shower drop on the bed and quickly throw a robe around you and go to the door. You can already smell the heady aroma of a really good strong blend before you get there. Opening the door there's a man with your tray which is elegantly presented with a silver thermos coffee pot, two cups and saucers, cream, milk, raw brown sugar and plenty of crisp new linen with Italian almond Biscotti biscuits - of course. "Nice", (you're thinking), "maybe this was not such a bad turn of events after all". The man is tall and definitely older than you were expecting. He really doesn't look like a waiter at all; that is unless waiters now come in immaculately cut suits, crisp white shirts with double cuffs, a raw silk tie - oh and those shoes... Classic Oxford brogues.

"Sorry for the delay", he says,

“I'm actually the Manager here, but we are so short staffed today, I'm helping out as much as I can. Got to set an example you know"

You are surprised, but oddly flattered that the manager of the hotel would bring you your coffee! You usher him it. He puts the tray on the small round table. Then you hear yourself saying,

"Well you must be up the wall with it all, perhaps you should join me and have a cup yourself?"

He doesn't need much encouragement, grateful for this break in his day. You start to chat.

You cradle your cup of gorgeous, hot, aromatic coffee. There's that voice again. This really is not like you. No really, normally you would have taken the tray, passed on a couple of coins and not even noticed who you gave them to.

"There's something very sensual about coffee. Maybe it's the smell, the taste it's like a whole mini experience that you can't really get from any other other drink."

Jesus did I just say that? Why did I say that? You suddenly get a bit flustered, wondering why you don't seem to be able to control your mouth. It just seems to be opening on it's own and these comments keep falling out. You adjust your robe, conscious that you have nothing on underneath. Now you think he's noticed and far from being embarrassed, a frisson of excitement flutters through you but at the same time thinking, what the hell am I doing here with this man?

Then he replies as if it is the most normal subject in the World,

"Yes I agree, there's so many interesting things you can do with real quality, hot coffee. More so than any other drink..."  His voice seems to trail off as you try to process the content. Then he checks himself,

"Sorry I don't know what came over me, I shouldn't have said that.."

"What do you mean?" -  You are taken off guard by his comment.

"Oh nothing, just forget it", he's a little uncomfortable.

"No tell me!" you urge him, "it's ok, let's forget I'm a guest and you're the manager, I'm genuinely fascinated to know what you mean?"

"Well", he says, "are you sure? You're a guest and we don't even know each other. This subject matter is not the usual sort of thing you would discuss with anyone, never mind a guest in my hotel!"

"Go for it" you say, "trust me I am unshockable and you've piqued my interest now."

"Ok" he says, "well firstly you should know that my own tastes in this area lean more towards the kink end of things. I like to mix sex with other activities to intensify, extract sensations and go to places that ordinary sex just doesn't take you."

You are slightly phased by this sudden rush of directness and drop your confident guard for just a second, but the voice takes over,

"Go on".

"So", he says, "when you mentioned the coffee, I immediately thought of some things you can do with very hot coffee.."

"Such as?"

You are getting a little wound up, a little excited, much to your surprise, you can feel your breasts starting to harden and firm, your nipples starting to grow and show throw your flimsy gown, but for some reason, you really don't care. And you're only talking about coffee! This is insane.. but he does have this well spoken, almost hypnotic voice.. The kind of voice that you feel could make you do almost anything..

This man starts to explain. "It has to be hot; really hot, almost too hot to drink at first"

"Ok", you say hesitantly.

"Then of course, you would also have to be tied onto the bed, spread-eagled to start with, with ropes on your wrists and ankles..

"Um.. Ok".

You're definitely nervous now. Your head is reeling. You've thought about this kind of stuff, but never actually done it, let alone discuss it with a stranger you met only 15 minutes ago.

But now the sensations have spread. A direct line down to your pussy and you are started to get that familiar twinge, your clit pulsing, an ache growing deep inside. And all he is doing is talking to you..

"I would take some in my mouth so that we can taste it's heat and aroma together. I lean over you and kiss your mouth, letting the hot coffee mingle between us, savouring the smells and mingling with our own tastes and sensations..”

" Yes." you say, liking the sound of this so far. So this is not so bad? No pain or humiliation, all the things you read about. This is sensuous, fun, erotic. Mmmmm.

"We kiss and enjoy each other's lips, exploring each other's mouths with the coffee for some time. There's no rush"

You are finding this explanation and his voice so hypnotic, even when your robe slips slightly revealing more skin than you would normally show, you make no effort at all to pull it back. He notices, you see that he has, but he continues regardless, making you want to be even more bold..

"Then I would get the thermos pot of very hot coffee and just let a few drips fall onto your breasts. It's not hot enough to scald you, but more than hot enough for you to feel it - like hot wax."

Oooh, you can almost feel that. Your robe slips a little more showing quite a lot of one gorgeous breast. Even though actually nothing has actually happened yet, you are now transported into another place and falling under this man's spell. He has a confidence and manner that just makes you want to let go of all your normal checks and balances. You need to be something you've never really been before and feel something you've never felt before. This is, well, ..new.

"Then getting some in my mouth, I would suck in a nipple so you could feel the heat instantly go through you.”

"Why don't you show me which nipple you want me to use first?"

You are taken aback by this. It was just a story, but now suddenly it's becoming real, it's actually happening to you. The lines are blurred and it's thrown you.

You start to almost stammer, but even as you are doing so, you hear your a voice coming from somewhere,

"Well my left nipple has always been my most sensitive."

OMG was that me? Now there's a slutty side of you, an exhibitionist side starting to emerge. This is side you haven't even really explored before..

"Show me" the man says. It wasn't a request and he said it a lot more firmly than that, than the rest of his story..

“It makes you almost jump, but you quickly let the robe drop on your left side to reveal your whole breast, already full and hard with your nipple really standing to attention now, swollen, hard and oh soo sensitive..”

"Good" he says, from now on if I ask you to do something, you will do it without hesitation. That's if you really want me to continue?"

"Oh God"

The voice says. You are feeling so slutty and horny now, you just don't care. The smell of the coffee has filled the room and added to the heady mix of sex, excitement and anticipation..

"Yes, please go on."

“So I fill my mouth with some scalding coffee from the thermos pot and enclose my lips and hot mouth over your hard sensitive nipple.."

He goes on.

“Then onto to the right nipple and repeat with my hot, coffee filled mouth, but this time I pull the nipple out with my teeth. It doesn't actually hurt you, this time, but just makes the nipple super sensitive. But you're glad I stop just in time, but the electric shocks are already travelling down that highway directly to your clit."

You pussy is now soaking listening to this. Your robe is falling away to reveal your right breast now as well, but you are past caring. You want to show this man, you need to.. what?

"So, twist and pull that nipple" he commands, his voice changing again, even firmer now.

You immediately start to twist and pull your sensitive nipple.

“And the other" he says, watching you. You start to twist and play with your nipples, your desire and lust starting to overtake any inhibitions you might have had left. You want everything now, you desperately need his approval. You need to keep this going. It's become part of you, something that was always meant to happen. It's now who you are.

"So what do you think is going to happen next?" he says, enjoying your squirming discomfort and obvious lust.

"Don't know" you stammer.

"More coffee?" he asks

"Yes please"

"And where would you like me to use it?"

"Don't know." Your voice starting to go a little huskier now.

"I think we both know the answer to that" he says..

I think we'll save the coffee for something special, later", he said

A shiver of fear and expectation convulses almost imperceptibly through your body..

What does this man want with me? But you're past caring, continuing to rub your nipples for him, you're breasts getting hard and full and now this undeniable, invisible connection directly down to your clit and soaking pussy. It has gone too far, it is going to go wherever this man wants it to go and you know won't resist, have any say in the matter. You want it so badly anyway.

Yet, you had never been commanded before... In both your personal life - and business life, just the opposite is true. You have always been a boss, always run a team, always told your employees what to do and how to do it. This is a new experience, but somehow you had found your home, your true self - you know that now and crave it all..

He keeps going, all pretence of storytelling now gone, he just commands directly now. This is as real as it gets. Your normal veneer of confidence and dominance suddenly all gone and replaced by this horny slut who desperately just wants to please this man, your Master of this place and this moment in time. A series of short sharp commands followed. No possibility of refusing or hesitating. You know instinctively that any hesitation might be punished. You responded instantly.

"Stand up". Come here".

You walk towards him, robe now hanging loose, belt undone.

"Turn round and drop that slowly - make me want you like a good slut should!"

You're momentarily shocked by his words. No-one has ever talked to you like this before, you're feelings are confused, but at the same time you are undeniably excited. You turn around, facing away from him slowly, but shaking as nervously you start to let the robe drop over your shoulders and down your back. It catches on the profile of your generous, shapely bum for a little while, but a seductive wriggle and it slides over your cheeks and sinks to the floor leaving you completely naked facing away from him.

"Kneel on the edge of the bed with your face on the bed. Stick that arse in the air - I might want to inspect it so I can decide what I want to do with you next.."

You do as he says without hesitation and lean forward showing him everything. But now this is a new sensation. Now you really want to be as slutty as possible. It surprises you and fulfils you at the same time. You want this to get ever more filthy with each minute that passes. You're loving it, loving being told. Hoping it will never stop.

He walks over to you. "Now pull those cheeks apart, let me see your filthy wet pussy"

His words are starting to get ever more filthy, dirty and direct. His sophisticated air is giving way to a new type of language which treats your like his property - a plaything to do with as he likes. You feel both powerless and completely turned on at the same time, a mixture of sensations you have had never had before.

"Put your arms out in front of you." You comply, wondering what is going to happen next, but half expecting to feel his cock against your wet lips. You want that now, God you need it soo much..

But no, he removes the cord from the robe, comes round the side of the bed, threads it round one of the legs at the front of the bed and then brings each end back onto the top of the bed again.

"Move forward!" he says sharply. You shuffle forward so that your hands are now by the ends of the cord. He literally picks you up with ease and moves and sets you diagonally across the bed like a rag doll.

He stops for a minute to admire his work and your supine, naked body at his mercy and a half smile traces across his face as he knows he is in that familiar position again with complete dominance over his subject.

He starts to tie your hands tightly at the wrists with the cord. Then he removes his belt and loops it round your ankles and then back round the diagonal leg at the bottom of the bed and makes it fast.

You start to wriggle but are stretched powerless, naked and at his mercy. Somehow you sense he may not have much of that. Panic overtakes you momentarily as you realise the crazy situation you have allowed to happen, but you still want it to regardless. It's a mixture of lust and fear, but at the moment, lust is winning. He sees your half open overnight bag on the floor, the rubber sole of a pair of running shoes peeking out. He picks up a shoe and comes round to your head until he is in vision - with the shoe..

"This looks nice doesn't it?" Your mind reels with the realisation of what he means.

"What do you mean?"

"It has a nice thick sole doesn't it?". "Yes?"

"I don't know, what are you going to do?" You voice is so much smaller now tinged with a hint of fear but still you seem to want to continue.

"That is not the right response", he says, leaving the running shoe placed on your bum and calmly goes over to the pot, picks it up and slowly pours himself another cup of coffee. He draws a chair up so that he is sitting by your head, talking and sipping his coffee.

"Do you want the shoe?" he demands curtly.

"You stammer "I .. I don't know, I've never.." he cuts you short.

"The correct response is "Yes Sir"

"Yes Sir". There's that voice again. Almost disembodied, it's as if it's not you. You would swear that some unknown force is making you say and do these things.

"You want this?" he says again.

"Yes Sir" Your response is much louder and almost instantaneous this time.

"Are you sure?" Are you going to do everything I want you to do?

"Yes Sir" You suddenly find yourself growing in confidence again. You really do want this. It's as if you having been waiting for this all your life, as if something has been missing for a long time - and now you've found it.

He picks up the running shoe and moves further down the bed.

You brace yourself for the inevitable sting of that first strike, your first ever - as you feel the wetness literally running down your leg..

But you wait and wait. Then you feel his hands on your hair stroking.

Suddenly it goes dark. he's put a small towel round your head as a blindfold.

The deprivation of your senses makes you panic for a second, but that is quickly replaced by nervous anticipation ... and more lust..

He puts the running shoe back against your face so it's rubbing against your cheek..

"I would gag you too" he says, nonchalantly, "but if I talk to you, I want to hear your reply"

Your mind is reeling, what does he mean? What is going on? I thought he was going spank me with the running shoe?

Thwack, a sharp stinging sensation across one cheek quickly snaps you back. He's spanking you with his hand instead. You squeal as it came out of no-where. Thwack. Another on the other cheek.

"Did you feel that?" he demands. "Yes" you say, unsure, your voice is trembling"

"Yes what?", his voice sounds very firm now. "Yes I did", you reply almost as a question mark, wondering what he means, but needing to please him.

Thwack. "That was the wrong answer". Thwack again. You bum is really beginning to sting now, but it's making you feel so horny in way you've never experienced before. Pain and pleasure mixed inextricably.

"What should I say?" You voice is almost pleading now - and yet you want more, or maybe you don't, you're really not sure any-more as this World is so new to you..

"You address me correctly and with respect", he says, "Call me Sir"

Your mind is reeling - Sir? You've never called anyone Sir, but from somewhere you hear that little disembodied voice again reply, "Yes Sir"

"That's better", he says, "are you going to be a good girl from now onwards?"

"Yes Sir".

"Do you want the shoe now?", "Yes Sir" your reply is now automatic. The thought of the shoe frightens you, but at the same time you want it. You need it now.

You hear him and feel him slowly remove the shoe from it's resting place against you face, your heart leaping in your chest. You are so completely helpless, tied down, blindfold on and once again you feel the panic rising. How stupid can I be to allow yourself into this position with this man, a stranger. You start to say, "Hang on, maybe we should st.."

Your voice is cut short by the new stinging slap of the rubber sole against your bum. he stands back a minute to admire the tread marks on your skin. Then Thwack another on the other side. You literally half scream and cry out in pain, but strangely you need the pain, want more. You want everything now this man is going to give you..

He stops and puts the shoe down and comes up to your head and keels on the floor so he can get his mouth right by your ear and starts to whisper.

"Did you like that?"

"Yes Sir" is your immediate reply. His voice is soft and quiet and low and right in your ear.

"I am going to do anything I like with you now"

"Yes Sir"

"You will do whatever I ask you to do, don't hesitate and don't question me or there will be consequences"

"Yes Sir"

"You are going to be a filthy slut for me today". Your mind is whirling. Filthy slut? No-one has ever dared call you that before.

"Yes Sir"

"What are you"

"A filthy slut Sir" OMG did you really say that? You actually said you were a filthy slut. That felt so good! You WANT to be a filthy slut and do anything this man wants, because you need it so badly now.

"I'm going to untie you and re tie you again now", he says, now totally in control.

"Please Sir", your voice is almost pleading now. You are in the moment, totally.

He unties you and turns you over, the stinging and the pain, now merging into one glowing, throbbing spread of warm pleasure. OMG you are so wet..

He keeps the blindfold on and you have no idea what is going to happen next, but now you don't care, in fact you want it all - anything and everything this man wants to do to you.

You feel him grab your ankles and pull your leg back further and further, then grab your hand. OMG he's tying your ankle to your wrist! Then the other leg! Now you are trussed up, your soaking pussy completely exposed to this man, the juices almost running down your legs. You are soo horny now and turned on, made even more so by the blindfold. Its seem to amplify every noise and every sensation.

"He's going to fuck me now, I know it", thoughts and sensations are whirling round your head.

Then you feel his hands caressing your face, stroking your hair. it's such a shock after all the pain of the palm and running shoe. Then his lips are kissing your cheeks lightly. You shiver, such a mix of sensations heightened by the blindfold. He moves onto your neck and slowly onto your chest, biting, licking and kissing - you're on fire now. He takes each nipple in his mouth and bites gently, then a little harder, then sucks and pulls. OMG your breasts are so heavy and full, your nipples so hard and sensitive. Each new sensation seems to have a direct electrical conduit directly down to your aching pussy and clit. But down he goes, further onto your stomach. You just can't stand it any-more. Then kissing down your legs so lightly. Your legs are really shaking now. He kisses up your legs held wide open to your exposed wet pussy and grabs your legs, pulls you up and then down again on a nice plump pillow - feels so good.

Then he questions you again, his breath on your pussy inches away:

"What do you want now?"

"I don't know...Sir" you stammer only just remembering the Sir. Of course you know what you desperately need.. "Why didn't I say it?" Damn! Thoughts whirling round your head.

"I don't believe you", he says. "I think you know exactly what you want and need, let me ask you one question at a time then!

"Would you like me to just pull your pussy lips a little between my lips to start with?"

"yeees please Sir" You voice is so small, you are stammering, shaking with lust.

Then you feel his lips and tongue licking yours and pursing, pulling each of your pussy lips in turn, pulling them and sucking them.

You let out a long low moan wondering how long you can hold out before you just have to explode.

"Don't you dare cum until I give you permission" He growls

Then he starts to lick upwards all the way from bottom to top. You bite your lip, moaning, wanting to just let go, but knowing you can't - yet..

Then he's playing with your clit with his tongue and sucking it alternatively. You just can't stand this any-more, you've never felt so turned on in your entire life..

then he puts two fingers inside your aching pussy and starts to stroke upwards and inwards. God you so need to now!..

"Please Sir may I cum no.." You get cut of by the sharp reply, "Not yet, only when I let you"

At this point you just don't know how you are going to hang on, you're on fire, way beyond any point of return.

Then he stops and pulls you bodily towards the edge of the bed and literally pick you up by your bum with your shoulder and head still on the bed. OMFG! He enters you in one long movement, straight into your soaking open pussy which has no resistance at all. "I'm going to.." You almost scream at him now.

He starts to fuck you rhythmically, hard, long and deep for what seems like ages, you feel like you're going to just explode, but then so is he..

"You can cum now", he says. make it loud and cum hard for me.

"Yeees Sir" you stammer almost unable to reply.

“I'm going to cum deep inside you too”, he says and thrusts even faster and harder, his breathing changes and then he let's out a long low growl as he clamps harder into you, grabbing you hard, jerking and moaning as you feel his hot cum flood inside you. It's just too much, you cum so hard, writhing and moaning like a bitch in heat. It just won't stop, wave after wave. You've never experienced anything like it before..

Even though he is spent and pulls out, you still keep firing away as he undoes your wrists and ankles, your blindfold still on..

Eventually you find the strength to speak. "OMG that was just amazing! I've never cum like that in my life before" Thank you Sir!" But there's no reply,

He's already left the room..