The Hotel
The Summerland Hotel did not disappoint. We pulled in and I gave my key fob to the valet. Kayla already had her room key card, having come earlier to, as she said, prepare the room.
In the car, she had told me to walk slightly behind her through the lobby and not make eye contact with anyone.
I wanted to question her motivation, but a deeper part of me decided that she knew best.
After the orgasm in the parking lot of the bar, she had teased me and edged me the whole fifteen minutes to the hotel. I had let her. I was a quivering mess when we arrived.
How strange, this twenty-one-year-old woman I’d known for less than seventy-two hours had enthralled enough for me to follow her orders and want to please her.
It was difficult to keep my head from swiveling; the vaulted ceilings, huge potted palms, velvet seats, gilded staircase, and ridiculously large chandeliers were stare worthy.
We rode the elevator in silence. I stood behind her as told. She made eye contact with me in the reflection behind the door, and I immediately lowered my eyes as if I’d done something wrong. My pussy was on fire, desperate for release and those green eyes took me closer and closer.
She chuckled softly. “It’s all right, Pet. You’re not to be intimidated by me. If you fear me, I am failing as your dominant. You should fear your own failure.”
A shiver went up my spine. She put it so directly, so plainly, how could I possibly disagree? And now I was determined to not fail. Wow, she really knew what she was doing.
The logical part of me, the woman of science and medicine, the practical direct woman was sitting on the bench and letting this new version “sub” in for me. What an ironic term.
Previous partners and my husband were never overly dominant nor too aggressive. They knew very soon that I did not like it. I greatly enjoyed the give-and-take of good sex. Taking charge and then being taken. But there had always been equity, a balance. This was a seismic shift in my libido and I was sure that I liked how unsure it was.
And now a new question was surfacing: will this involve pain? I was not prepared for that.
She stopped at a room on the seventh floor. I made the mistake of looking up and down the corridor to see if anyone was watching us. She promptly took hold of my chin and forced eye contact. “Surprise, Dr. Carrie Drexel. No one cares that you are here except me.” She pushed the door open. “In.” I obeyed.
It was elegant and well appointed, but not overly lavish in anyway. Beautiful king size bed, sitting area, dresser, and television, and what looked like a decent sized bathroom. What I didn’t see was luggage nor personal belongings.
I turned and she was standing closer than I expected. Her red hair was magically up in an intimidating ponytail.
“I need to get more serious with you. Kneel.”
I was starting to discern her conversational voice from her dominant tone. I was starting to enjoy hearing the latter and that surprised me. I was starting to surprise myself by how easily I was following orders.
I sank slowly, not losing eye contact. She somehow looked even sexier from below. Her legs were remarkable.
“I..I want to ask…”
“Go on.”
“How can I be sure you won’t tell anybody about this or post pictures or something?” I quickly added, “Miss.”
She reached down and took my clutch from me with my phone/wallet and personal items. I had almost forgotten I was carrying it.
“Trust,” she said as if it was obvious. “It goes both ways and all that. I think in a few hours I will have gained it.”
The Lie
She opened my clutch and I almost reached to take it back. “Trust, not fear, Pet.” I instinctively put my arms behind my back. She noticed and gave me an approving smile. It made my face blush and my pussy gush!
Sweet Jesus, what the hell is happening to me? I am calling it a pussy! This young, beautiful redhead is remaking me, and I am loving every second.
She had removed my personal cell phone and set my purse on the dresser.
She flipped the wallet cover and handed it to me. “Call or text. Whatever will be less suspicious. You’ve had a few too many and you’re staying over at someone’s house.”
It was only just after 8:30, so the timeline would make sense if I’d been out since 6:00 drinking.
Texting was a wiser choice.
Hey, enjoying myself maybe a little too much. Elena hasroom here at the Summerland. She offered to let me crash lateron 2nd bed. see you in t mornng. Lips emoji. Love u
I sent it and then noticed a look on her face as she stood with her arms crossed. I showed her the message. She gave me a curt nod.
He replied. Smart. Enjoy yourself, drink plenty of water before bed, doctor. Love you back
I handed it back without her asking. “I said the hotel just in case he might track my phone.”
She tossed my phone next to my clutch. “I would never do that to you.” She sounded a bit irritated, with a hint of a feminist sneer. I liked it.
“Well, you’ve already forgotten a rule: you will always address me as ‘Miss’ unless I tell you otherwise. When I said you should only fear your failure, I never said there would not be consequences for it.” She walked past me while taking off her shoes and sat on the edge of the bed as she spoke. “Stand up, remove everything but your shoes and kneel back down. Do it quickly and I will believe you are serious. Hesitate, and this all ends right now.”
It sounded like an ultimatum. I chose “quickly”, but for some reason, I thought she might like to watch. I turned towards her, unzipped, dropped my dress, and tossed it on a chair. I was wearing my sexy new black lingerie I just bought for a wedding next month. The bra held my large breasts quite nicely, just the top of my areolas peeking out. I shakily unhooked, slipped it down my arms and dropped it next to the dress. I started to take down my panties, but she made a gesture with her finger for me to turn.
“Yes, Miss.” I did the classic straight bend and peel down. I was sure my toned ass looked good, but I was more excited she would see the strings of plasma arousal fluid dripping down my leg as my black panties dropped to the floor. I noticed it was thicker than usual, which meant my Bartholin glands were already engaged. My body wanted to fuck.
Panties tossed, I knelt before her at the foot of the bed, pressing my desperation into the carpeted floor. I looked down and watched her bare feet flex, suddenly wanting them in my mouth. What the actual fuck?
She was seeing me completely naked for the first time. My heart was hammering, my ears were ringing, my vagina was an absolute pond.
“Where should I put my hands, Miss?… I want to do this right?”
Kayla surprised me by actually moaning and stretching her body slightly. “That is the sexiest thing you’ve said so far, Pet. On your thighs, flat.” I obeyed. “You are so fucking sexy right now. I can see your nipples are hard as a rock. My god, your cunt smell! What a nasty, dirty thing you are.”
I flinched a bit at the insult. I believed sex is beautiful; never dirty to me. Dirty? Nasty? These are words I’ve heard many other people use. Wesley and I can get crazy but…Maybe I needed to shift that part of my mindset as well.
I was shocked when she bent and slapped my left breast, leaving a pink sting.
”Ahhww!”
“Do you not know you should say thank you when you receive a compliment?” Without giving me a chance she slapped the right one so they matched. I was sucking in breath and a bit in shock. Wasn’t this the pain I had feared in the elevator? I was confused yet knew I needed to comply.
“Th-thank you," simper, Misss...”
“Focus on your hands while I prepare myself.” I did. “Eventually you will be able to watch me remove my clothing.” I heard her zipper and the hiss as her dress slid down her legs. “In fact, you will be responsible for it. But you haven’t earned it yet.”
I gasped and shuddered as her very wet thong landed on my lap. I wanted to grab it, smell it, lick it. Even let her shove it down my throat. I was a wreck. But I didn’t move. I just shivered.
Her demi cup bra was next. She was completely naked. I half hoped for garter belts and stockings, but perhaps I had watched too much redhead pornography this last two days.
“Now we shall see just how ready you are.” She sat down again, but closer to the edge of the side of bed. She spread her legs and was up on her toes to stretch her calves. My peripheral vision was enjoying the show.
“Use your mouth only to please my cunt. Do well and you may get a reward. Although serving me should be enough, pets need more treats when they are being trained.”
My voice was shaky. “Yes, Miss.” I moved forward on my knees, keeping my hands flat. I finally was able to look and there it was, the beautiful vulva I had seen just two days ago in my office. I was turned on by it then, now I was enraptured. She was glistening wet, her own arousal evident through an elegant droplet that slipped off her left labia and onto the bed cover. She called it a cunt and who was I to argue.
Once again, I foolishly hesitated.
“It’s obvious this is your first. But you’ve been around them your whole career. I bet you often wanted a taste. Here’s your chance. Get your fucking face in there before I get irritated.”
The First Taste of Her
No longer hesitant, I dove in. I was not aggressive, but I was energized. I knew what to do because I knew what I liked. My husband…what’s his name…was very good at it, but I wanted to be better. I had to be better.
I moved around up and down. Lips and tongue coating her and taking in her arousal. Every woman has a distinctive scent and hers was just this side of sweet with notes of experience.
I flattened my tongue and moved up and down, spreading the labia that were swollen and aching. Then I saw her line of freckles that form her constellation. I smiled and moved away from her pussy to give it a kiss. She moaned softly.
“Nice! Good instincts.”
I moaned when her hand gripped the back of my head and began to direct me. I knew she wanted me to suck on her clitoris, but I wanted her vagina. I wanted my tongue inside her.
I stiffened my lingual digit and pushed it inside. She arched back and moaned loudly.
“Fuck yes, Pet! You dirty thing!”
This time it didn’t bother me, this time it was a compliment. I swirled around as deep as I could get. My chin cranked trying to find the perfect angle. She must’ve sensed it. She tilted her pelvis, and I was able to push in at least an inch. I thought I was soaking, she was flowing like a stream.
The sound was wet and rabid, and I was close to cumming myself when her fingers dug into my scalp and she clamped around me. I struggled to breathe, but I didn’t care. Her body was spasming, her orgasm vibrating through my mouth and my body. She was the type of woman who had more flow at the point of climax. Some women could control this moment and do what is called squirting. I just enjoyed how wet I was, and how I couldn’t breathe.
Her “Fuuuck yeESS!” was muffled by her thighs.
My neck ached, I couldn’t fully breathe and I couldn’t stop chewing. I was lost to her. Inside her in more ways than just the physical. I was unmade in the moment, and I hadn’t even climaxed myself.
With a painful hair pull, she yanked me out of her crotch. I sucked in breath, my saliva and her excretions dripping all over my tits. We made panting eye contact. I did not know what I looked like, but she looked like a beast that had gotten a taste of red meat.
“Up!”
I stood quickly, panting, wiping off my chin and licking it off my fingers.
“On the bed, on your back!”
I did so without thinking. I was in a frenzied hunger wanting to be ordered about; her willing puppet. She went to the head and pulled a strap from under the mattress. She grabbed my right wrist and wrapped it around and yanked it up. I was shocked but did not fight her. Next came my right ankle. Same kind of strap. Apparently she had set this up earlier. Within minutes I was in a spread eagle X secured to the bed in nothing but my earrings and my heels.
I really didn’t have time to think let alone escape. My mind was racing. My body was on fire with arousal.
She stood at the foot of the bed, her hands on her hips, arms akimbo. I looked at all four of my extremities, then back to her. I felt fear, and surprise, and desperate need.
The most intense vulnerability of my life lay over me, an unnecessary heated blanket.
The voice that came out of me was unrecognizable. I sure as hell didn’t sound like a doctor right now. “What…what should I…Miss please, train me!”
“Wow, you are falling into place faster than anyone I’ve ever been with.” She was running a finger from my ankle to my knee and I actually arched my back. My vulva was so inflamed it was fluttering as if I already had an orgasm.
“Carrie, look at me. Focus!”
She used my name, not Pet. I stopped squirming. She was on her knees between my legs. She leaned over, placing her hands flat on the bed, just to the sides of my breasts. Her face was close to mine, but not close enough.
“When you are with me, you are mine. I will never harm you, but I might cause you pain as part of your training. There may be a time when you want, even crave it. But I am always in control when we are having our sessions.” To illustrate, she took my left breast in her hand and squeezed. I sex-moaned in response and then she took hold of my nipple and pulled almost straight up away from my body. It was electric, even better than when she did it in the car. I lost my breath, but did not complain.
“When I give you a task, you must complete it. Nod if you understand.” I did so I did. “I will never interfere with your work.” She released my nipple and I yelped. She had done it to get me to focus on the important words. She really knew what the fuck she was doing. “You are too good an advocate and too valuable a doctor for me to fuck that up.”
My eyes went wide, and I actually teared up a bit. I groaned out, “Thank you, Miss.”
“Your marriage is also your business. But here’s the final warning before I take you all the way. Before I claim you, before I have you commit to me. You may not be able to hide what we are doing. You may eventually need to tell him. There’s no way to predict how he will react. And I will help you through it. I don’t want you to suffer. I just want you to serve me.”
She lowered down, her lips just inches away. I wanted to bend up and kiss her, but I dared not.
“Do you have any questions before I begin?”
“Yes…are you sure you’re only 21 years old?”
She laughed a genuine, joyous laugh. Her green eyes which had been very serious, relaxed to sparkling and laughing.
“I promise I’ll tell you more about how I got so wise. For now I’m going to kiss you. I suggest you enjoy it.”
Her mouth was on mine, and our tongues were immediately attacking each other. I moaned and groaned and cranked my head. I wanted my hands free so badly because I wanted to give her everything I had. In hindsight, I realized that wanting was exactly the point of the restraints.
She positioned herself in different ways, her tongue, her teeth are lips all coming into play. It was like we were eating each other alive, and I was desperate for it. My hips began to grind again. I needed relief so badly and she knew it.
She pulled away and I was a wounded animal howling in despair. She sat back and took hold of my breasts and squeezed them both. My head tilted back. My eyes closed. The sensation was intolerably wonderful. She closed her hands and grabbed hold of my nipples again and pulled. I had never been into this before yet I held my breath with my mouth wide open. When she snapped and let go I almost had an orgasm. It was so fucking close I couldn’t stand it anymore.
“Ohhh God, oh God! Please, Miss, please. I need it so badly! Please use me. I am yours. I commit! I want- I need. Oh, for God's sake fuck me!”
She lay on me, her legs open over my right thigh, her wetness grinding into me as her left hand went directly to my cunt. Yes, when I was with her, this inflamed dripping pot of sexual want was a cunt and nothing else.
Her fingers were running up and down my crease. Her thumb pressing into my clitoris, almost painfully. She took my right breast in her mouth and ran her tongue around the nipple, flicking the irritated butt back-and-forth. I was bucking my hips and moaning incomprehensibly. I was seeing white, seeing stars; the largest orgasm of my life was rolling towards me like a thunderstorm.
“Ohhh pleeease!!”
She popped off my breast with a loud noise, shoved her fingers into my vagina and gave me an order.
“CUM PET! Now!”
I would like to describe it perfectly, but I almost have no memory of the moment. My mind ruptured as my body ignited every single nerve as if it was part of my reproductive system.
Despite being restrained, I shook and pulled and thrashed.
It went on and on and on. It was like waves during a storm on the beach. It was unrelenting. Her fingers never stopped moving. Her green eyes were wide and burning.
She abruptly yanked out of me and I screamed again. I didn’t realize my body was arching, and I collapsed flat on the bed.
… She told me later it was a full four minutes before I opened my eyes. That’s a very long time when you think about it.
Soaking from forehead to feet, I looked up at her through wet, hazy eyes. I tried to say thank you but nothing would come out.
What brought me back to focus was the look on her face. It was a look of wonder, appreciation, and a touch of shock.
“I’ve been doing this for three years. I’ve never seen anybody orgasm like that. That was like something out of a well written novel. I’m so fucking thankful I walked into your office two days ago.”
I don’t think she expected what happened next. Fuck, I was just as surprised. I laughed. It rolled up out of my body, shook me and burst out like it wanted to buck off a rodeo champ. I couldn’t stop. She looked worried for a moment.
Tears flowed, and I finally caught my breath and stared at her with the most genuine look I could manage with my exhausted yet energized body. “I’ve never felt anything like this, Miss. You have shown me something I didn’t know existed. You, you have changed me in less than 72 hours. And I am so so fucking happy.”
My eyes locked with hers. I was sure my nice brown irises with flecks of gold were pale by comparison to her glowing green flames. ”If this is what sex is truly meant to feel like, then I just had my first real sex.”
She moved at lightning speed, ripping off the Velcro straps. She laid her body on top of mine, and I clamped my legs and arms around her. We kissed with such furious passion, I was afraid I would break a tooth. I never wanted it to stop. We rolled over, our arms rubbing, nails scratching, legs stretching each other. Necks, ears cheeks, lips were all conquered by the other person‘s mouth. We claimed one another.
This was it. I was hers and there was no turning back.
We finally collapsed, panting and entwined. Our foreheads were touching. Our eyes were closed. I whispered softly, “Miss…what’s next?”
It was her turn to laugh, but it was softer and had a touch of sinister in it. “We rebuild your sexual identity. We will have so much joy and passion, we won’t know what to do with it.”
I nodded and began kissing down her body. I took care of her nipples and her breasts. I worshiped her with my fingers, my lips, my tongue. I painted my name across her belly, put shockwaves through her torso. I memorized her fingers. I tasted her again. This time thicker. More mucus, more fuck. I couldn’t get enough. We ended up in 69 with her on top. I orgasmed twice more. I think she had three.
Moaning Light
Morning arrived, and I woke to a slight hangover. Not from liquor, but from the adrenaline that I had exhausted sometime around two in the morning. I quietly padded to the bathroom and did my business. I looked in the mirror as I washed my hands. I leaned forward, took a deep breath and moaned. I didn’t recognize myself. Bite mark scratches, littered my body, and I smiled. I loved every one of them. I went back into the room to find her awake up on one elbow.
“How are you feeling, Pet?”
I stood before, my hands behind my back, my large breasts pushed forward in pride. I wanted her to be proud of what she had been given or rather had taken.
“Brand new, Miss.”
“Come to me, Pet.”
I knelt on the bed and took her hand and kissed the palm. “I know nothing about you yet I don’t care that I don’t.” I did it again. “You can tell me anything you want and I will believe it. I trust you, I want you, and I will serve you. I am your pet.”
I first didn’t know who had just spoken all of those words. It was Kayla‘s Pet. It was my second self and I loved her dearly.
“Well, you must have cruised through med school, ‘cause we just did about a month of training in less than eight hours.”
I blushed at the compliment. “I finished a year early.” I smiled and shrugged.
I lay down next to her. I just wanted to look in her eyes to try and figure out how she had done it. What was the magic?
I cleared my throat. It was a question outside of our submission relationship. “What am I going to do about Wesley? How can I ever go back?”
She looked away for a moment and swallowed. A new face turned back. It was not even my Miss or lover. She was a person with information scared to share it.
“Carrie… he’s cheating on you. Deborah from his office. He’s been fucking her. It’s probably where he was tonight.”
“What…?”
“I promise to be honest with you as often as I can be. I’ve been planning on taking you for over a month. I have a thing for women in the medical field. I found your profile on a compare my doctor website. I was immediately captivated by your eyes. I researched you. I watched you, I planned. I became your patient because I thought it would be the easiest way to meet you. During all that time, I was investigating to make sure you were ready. Never in a million years did I think I would find out about him.”
She paused and kissed my forehead. I had stopped breathing. “I’m sorry, Carrie.”
Me too…
The emotions I had experienced in the last twelve hours had really run the gamut. Never did I think they would end with complete and total, empty bewilderment.
I was too shocked to cry.
TO BE CONTINUED
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