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Room Service        by Anonymous
***********************************************
Part one of  two parts.

Note: This story was received from the Hermes Archive 
           Server Service located at acm.rpi.edu (Ripon Univ.?,
           Year was 1995 and the service has since stopped.)
************************************************

The scene : a hotel room, the likes of which would be instantly 
recognizable to any business traveler.  The shades are drawn,
but the last rays of the city's late afternoon sun filters in through
the gaps.  The room shows no signs of having been used; it is 
pristine or as much so as a hurried chambermaid can make it in
a long day's work.

Dominating the room is a queen-size bed with a elaborately -
filigreed headboard.  On the bed, a woman.  A faint fragrance
of exotic wood-spice-musk wafts almost imperceptibly from her.
Oddly, she is motionless.  Her parted legs are drawn up slightly
in front of her; her silk blouse is completely unbuttoned down the
front.  The navy wool skirt chosen after much morning deliberation
is now hiked up,exposing her belly, sex and thighs.   Her hands
are behind her back, supporting her upper body.  Her head is
thrown back, lips moist and parted,  as if in ecstasy, and she is
tightly blindfolded with a man's silk tie.  And still she is
motionless.

The room's air conditioning unit comes to life of its own accord,
unnecessarily, and the chill makes her nipples harden underneath
the loose silk.  The crisp sensation reminds her, as if she needed
reminding, how she came to be in this place.
=================================================

     A workday too much like any other. Jeanne dropped off the 
afternoon mail, an assortment of advertisements, technical journals,
and seminar announcements with a rueful "Boy, you really made 
out today !"

Gwen pretended to groan and stagger under the load, then grinned
at Jeanne's retreating figure. A shame that nearly  all this stuff 
would end up in the recycle bin ; more trees cruelly murdered in the
name of silicon.  A creamy white envelope wriggled loose  and fell to
the floor. "Nice stationery, she thought distractedly. "Maybe I can
salvage part of it."  She slit open the envelope and extracted a single
matching sheet. Perfectly typeset in 8 pt. Times-Roman.   She read :

=============================================
It is time.
Tonight, purchase the following :

-A man's navy velour bathrobe.
-A man's silk tie in dark blue or crimson paisley print.
-One half-ounce of Yves St. Laurent's Opium ; the perfume
      * not the toilet water*.
-A tube of Colgate toothpaste, winterfresh gel flavor.
-A garter  belt and dark lacy top stockings.

Tomorrow,  call in sick.

   Take a long bath, washing your hair and cleansing yourself
completely.  Observe scrupulous oral hygiene.  Dab tiny amounts of
the Opium perfume under each breast, on your vulva and on each
wrist.  Take one of your best underwire lace bra and cut the 
fabric cups completely out of it.  Dress in it and the stockings,
NO panties.  Outer garments should be conservative : a silk
button-front blouse and skirt. Place the previous evening's
purchases in an overnight bag.

Leave at noon and drive into the city. Enter the seediest adult
bookstore you can find and, in a loud voice,ask to see the 
largest dildo they have in stock.  Make sure everyone in the
store hears your request.  Buy it ,and a medium size Butt Plug.

Drive to the Hotel Meridien, where there is a reservation in
your name.  Tell the desk clelk you will be staying only  one
night, but that you expect your husband to arrive in about an
hour and that he is to be given a room keycard when he arrives.

Once inside the room, hang the robe in the bathroom. Then 
display yourself as follows : kneel on the bed facing the door,
knees wide apart.  Pull up your skirt so that your nether lips
are clearly visible to anyone who enters the room.  Unbutton
the blouse completely and, using the tie from the bathrobe,
knot a figure eight about twelve inches long . Blindfold yourself
securely with the silk tie, then place your hands behind you
and slip them into the figure eight.

Await your Master's pleasure.
============================================

Gwen started guiltity; how long had she been reading this 
astounding document?  She looked again ; no signature, but
there was none needed.  Hastily she folded the paper and
slipped it into her purse, then locked her office door.

But would she obey these commands? He was two thousand
miles away (or was he ?); he'd never know (or would he ?),
if  she tossed the note in the trash.   She could stop answering
her mail.  She could pretend that the last year of submission-
by-mail had never taken place; she was skilled at fooling 
lovers into thinking she was "normal". But she'd enjoyed the
mind games ; he touched a part of her no one else ever had.

"Why the hell not?, she murmured.

      That evening, she made her purchases as directed and 
spent a restless night filled with half-imagined, half-
remembered images.

      The next morning, freshly bathed, shampooed and
scented, she made the drive into the city.  It didn't take
long to find a scummy-looking adult bookstore.   The 
interior , with its overblown images of phalluses, inflatable
sex dolls and other essential "marital aids", frightened
her speechless. When the man behind the counter  asked
if he could help her, she pointed to an eighteen inch rubber
dildo, found the requisite anal intruder, and got out of there
with her new acquisitions as quickly as possible.
=============================================

    And now, in the cool dusk, she waits.  For what, she is not
certain.  Her long-distance Master is fond of psychological
torture ; she imagines the phone will ring, she'll pick it up 
and it will be him, dictating a punishment because she was 
not instructed to answer the phone.

A click nearby. The sound of a keycard in a lock.

   The door opens, and she feels rather than hears someone
enter. A pause,as if surveying the effect of her display. 
Quick footsteps to the bathroom,and the sound of shower 
spray, accompanied by faint splashing. The water is turned
off abruptly. The bathroom door opens. Warmth nearby,
and the scent of the hotel's Hermes soap.

He straddles her, facing the headboard, and brings his
cock to her lips. "I've come to claim what was long ago
freely given," he says softly. She starts to reply but is
stilled when he thrusts himself into her mouth.   She
caresses him as best she can with her tongue ; he seems
intent on finding the back of her throat and assulting it.
"Lick my balls," he says.  She extends her tongue to
comply, accommodating the full length of him.  Hammering
away, he spasms and lets loose a flood of bitter semen,
but doesn't withdraw from her mouth.  So she swallows,
hoping that will please him.

He shifts slightly and whispers, "clean my cock with 
your tongue, slave, and if I ever have to tell you this
again, you'll be unable to sit for a week", pinching
her nipples cruelly for emphasis. She hastens to
comply.

He unties her hands and removes the blindfold. "Get
dressed," he says roughly, and rummages through the
overnight bag until he finds shopping bag with the giant
dildo.  She buttons her shirt. He picks up the phone and 
dials the number on the receipt from the adult bookstore.
"Hello? Did you have a woman, about five seven,long
brown wavy hair, wearing a skirt and blouse , come into
your store a while ago ? .....Yes? ...Did she ask for the
largest dildo you carry?......oh, I see.   You say she didn't
say anything, just pointed? " Gwen looks up in dismay.
"um-hmm......, thanks. Bye."

The silence in the room is deafening.

"ON YOUR KNEES, BITCH ! " comes like a rifleshot.
She drops to the floor fearfully. "Expose your ass.   You've
really got it coming now."  He removes the belt from his
pants and winds it partway around his fist , leaving  an
eighteen inch length.  She cringes in anticipation.  "You
know the drill. Count out loud after each stroke.  If you 
lose count, we start all over again but on your breasts
this time!"  He strikes. The searing pain across her 
buttocks is not what she expected ; it really HURTS
DAMNIT !  Helpless tears come to her eyes.  "Well?
I'm waiting."  "One!"  Only after her ass is a region of
white-hot fire does he put down the belt.  "Come," he
says, taking a handful of hair and yanking her to her
feet.  She precedes him into the bathroom, which has a
floor to ceiling mirror.

He turns her around and says, "Look." She gasps. Her
buttocks are crisscrossed with long raised welts.
"Surprised? "  She nods.
"Now you know what it means to be owned."

                             End of part one.


==========================================================
Room Service, Part two
************************************************

"Fetch me my pants, the toothpaste and butt plug, and be
quick about it," he commands.  She returns swiftly with her
offerings, silent but wondering what next.

"Bend over."  He parts her buttocks and smears a greasy
substance on her anus, making her gasp when his fingers
enter her roughly.  "We're  going to go out in a little while,
but you need a reminder of your duty."   She hears him open
the tube of toothpaste and squeeze some out. Then the butt 
plug's head presses against her anus,  forcing it open ever
wider until the plug is lodged securely in her backside, and
a burning sensation inflames her anus along its length.  Too
late, she realizes what the toothpaste was for.  Wintergreen
oil.  Of course. She bites her lower lip as her whole ass
is consumed with the growing fire of the oil.  "Now finish
dressing."

Silently they take the elevator to the hotel garage and
retrieve his car, obviously a rental.  She steals a glance
at him as they pull out into the city traffic. Nice looking,
with just a tinge of cruelty in his face that most people
would probably miss.  She shuddered slightly,  remember-
ing the feel of his belt on her ass.

Clearly he knows where he's going, for moments later
they pull up outside a building with the sign "Leath'er
Rip."  Hmmmm. He helps her out of the car.

Inside, one wall is covered floor to ceiling with studded
black leather biker caps.  A rack hold S&M greeting
cards, a novelty for her.  She wants to stop and look,
but he pulls her towards the back of the store.  "Hi, he
greets the counterman.  "Today I have some special
needs."

"How may I help you ,sir?"

In response, Gwen's Master starts unbuttoning her
blouse. She is acutely aware that her big breasts are
bare underneath, having cut out the cups of the bra
as instructed.  But worse,  there are other people in
the store and they might turn around......!  "Please..."
she begins and is silenced by a finger on her lips.
Her  chest is now bare for anyone to see, and her
face is crimson with embarrassment.  Gwen is also
very aware that her coral nipples are so erect, that
they hurt her.  Her breasts tremble with each of
her heart beats and she shuts her eyes tightly.

"Don't you think she has beautiful breasts ?"
"Oh yes , sir, very nice !"
"I require some jewelry to adorn them.  Show us
what you have."
"How about these nipple clamps?"
"Hummmmm. I can't tell without seeing them on
her.  May I...........?"
"Of course,sir. Go right ahead."

Her Master pinches her left nipple to make it 
even more erect, then applies the clamp, tightening
it slowly.  Gwen closes her eyes tighter, at the
sharp sensation. "Hmmmmm, nice. Now the other
one." He does the right nipple in turn. "Do you have
a chain I can use to connect these?  Oh ,and  I'll
need a leash, too."

"Right away, sir."

The chain is attached to each clamp.  The pain in
her breasts has quieted to a dull, pleasurable roar.

"Put the leash in a bag, and that'll be all for now."
He turns to Gwen. "Button up your blouse, you
shameless whore.  You're exposing yourself !"

He addresses the clerk again. "Oh, one more thing :
do you know where I can have her nipples pierced ?"

"Certainly ,sir . Here's a business card."

"Thanks. You've been extremely helpful. So much so
that I'd like to offer my slave's mouth to you in
gratitude. "

The clerk's eye's went wide in horror. "Sorry , sir, 
I don't like women."  Gwen heaved an imperceptible
sigh of relief.

"But my boss does."

"If you'll wait in our back room," the clerk continues,
I'll go fetch him."

"Come along ,dear," Gwen's Master says, grinning
wickedly and propelling her ahead of him with a hand 
on her buttocks.

The store's back room is dimly lit, but Gwen can make
out the shape of a futon on the floor and a table with
two chairs nearby.  While they wait, Gwen's Master
amuses himself by slipping a hand up under her skirt
and toying with the butt plug, inflaming her anus afresh.

A powerfully-built man enters.  he is wearing leather
work gloves. "I'm the owner, what can I do for you ?"

"I'm very pleased with the service here, and I'd like to
show my  gratitude by offering this slave for you to use."

"Well........, I don't know.  Let's see what she's got !"

"Strip," her Master commands.  Gwen unzips the 
skirt and it drops to the floor.  She unbuttons the blouse
and discards it also.  She presents herself to their casual
gaze, clad in only the half-bra, garter belt , dark lacy top
stockings and black heels.

"Slovenly cunt, isn't she ?" the owner remarks.  "I'd say
you have your work cut out for you."

Gwen's Master pulls her closer by her nipple chain and
slaps her full across her face. "PICK UP YOUR CLOTHES
AND FOLD THEM NEATLY !" She does so. "Now turn
around slowly so we can see your body."  She pirouettes
carefully ; the unaccustomed weights on her breasts and in
her anus are giving her new sensations to consider. As she
completes the full circle, the owner takes her by one breast
and forces her onto her knees on the fulton.  There is a cup
hook set in the wall about two feet from the floor.  He makes
her press her face into the wall and slips a link of her nipple
chain over the hook.  She is immobilized.  Even if she tried
to reach the hook with her hands, she could not;  she is 
practically glued to the wall.  She is also acutely aware that 
in this position, her buttocks and belly are available to all
comers.

"As you can see," her Master comments, "the slut's 
wearing a toy that  will make her cunt fit you like a glove."
Out of the corner of her eye, Gwen sees the owner unroll
a condom over his large erect member.  A moment later,
the tip of his cock enters her, and he thrusts hugely, burying
himself to the balls in her.  The clamps bite into her nipples
on the outward stroke.  As the owner fucks her powerfully,
she feels fingers probing for her clitoris.  Before long, a new
warmth starts to spread in her pubis.  She arches her back
to accommodate more of the owner's cock and comes 
explosively, crying : "Yes...yes....yes....yes.... YES !........"
The owner finishes minutes later and withdraws.   She 
would like to collapse in a heap on the fulton, but cannot, 
for the chain restrains her still.  Her Master and the owner
talk quietly as the latter cleans himself off.  Then her
Master removes the nipple clamps and chain, and hands it
to her. "Put this on, like a necklace.  Then put your clothes
back on."

As she circles her neck with the chain, still dazed from the
intensity of her orgasm, she is deeply ashamed for having
felt such pleasure under the touch of a stranger's hands
and organ.  She wonders, sadly, if she is worthy of such a
Master.

                                       The End

Note:  There is more to this saga of Gwen and her Master
no doubt, but I do not have any more.  




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