She's Making Me Earn It (story)

She stood in front of me, beautiful and severe. Dark business suit, no blouse under the jacket, but lovely breasts held in black lace. Her blonde hair up in a bun, blue, feline eyes looking me over as I stood there silently. Red lips in a small and cruel smile.

I was so nervous standing there. This was our first time meeting face to face. After weeks of online chatting that turned into webcam sessions, we finally decided to meet at a hotel, neutral ground. But it felt like she owned the space all along.

She sent me an email last night. She told me how to dress for the day. What to do before coming here, to the Hotel Brexton. I dressed exactly as she told me to.

White blouse, long sleeved and high-necked, buttoned all the way. Black, knee-length skirt, but no hose underneath, just white-lace panties. Black heels, no stilettos but high enough. My hair was to be slicked back, turning it from a dark brown to almost black.

She gave me just one task that I had to do today. I had to repeat it as often as I could. I was to reach down, lift my skirt and rub my lips, my clit, thought my panties with one hand and with the other, fondle my breasts through my blouse. I was not to actually touch those parts of my body, just to stimulate them...and I was not allowed to cum.

All day, I rubbed at myself, fingers stroking. Going in small circles. Pushing down on the lace. My other small hand moving up to my breast, cupping it, slowly squeezing, softly then harder and harder until I almost gasped. My body undulating, hips moving, head falling back, my little lips parting so my pint tongue would flick in and out as I very quietly whimpered at my desk.

I was so excited...doing at my desk. Feeling so naughty, so bad, almost cumming at the thought of being caught. Before I would get too carried away, I quickly went to the bathroom, find an empty stall and work myself over. Pretending that she was touching me, caressing me, making me whimper and moan, eyes closed...I came close to cumming so many times. All I did was make my panties soaked.

As I finally came to the hotel room, she ordered me not to talk. I was to stand in the middle of the room, hands behind me, wrists crossed. Silently, I watched her open her suitcase at the bed.

She brought out a pair of handcuffs. There was no chain between cuffs, just interlocking metal. She held them up for me to see before dropping them to the bed. Next, came a white, silk scarf. She gave me a delicious and evil smile as she placed it over my shoulder.

She walked behind me and whispered into my ear, “I'm placing the handcuffs on, I want you helpless, I don't want you to be able to stop me, understand? This is the only time you will be able to tell me to stop...do you want me to stop?”

I licked my lips, shook my head no.

“Good girl.”

I closed my eyes and tried not to be afraid. She came behind me again, and she gently took my wrists and I felt the heavy metal circle each wrist, getting tighter until I heard that final click. My arms felt pulled back, my wrists almost together, my hands balled into tiny fists and pulled slightly at the cuffs.

She chuckled from behind, “Oh, you won't be getting out of those any time soon...”

She walked around to face me, looking down at me. Hands on her hips, eyebrow cocked, she briefly looked away and then quickly dropped down. In one quick motion, she raised my skirt up my thighs. My mouth opened to protest but no sound came out she gave me a stern look.

“I said no talking. If you speak, I will slap your cheek, is that what you want?”

I bit my lip as I looked down at her.

“Well?”

It would have felt so good because it was so bad to want to be slapped. But I wanted that, sharp, stinging pain from her hand. But...I shook my head no.

She smiled at me and watched my face as her hands ran up my bare legs. Smooth and strong. Going up so slowly, knowing where she was headed. Hoping she would slip under my panties, rub me, I was so wet her finger would have glided in.

Her hands did slip under my panties and I let out a long sigh. I was rewarded with a nod and a smug look; she knew what she was doing to me.

Her hands pulled at my lace panties and pulled them down, so slowly. It felt so good for them to come off, they felt constrictive on me. So many times today I wanted them off so I could just cum and cum and cum....

She ordered me to step out of them. Once done, she stood up, running the panties between thumb and fore finger. She brought it up to her nose, and once I realized that she was going to sniff it, my face suddenly went red.

“Oh, they are so wet, you naughty, naughty, slutty cunt!!!”

She sniffed and I looked away in shame.

“Did you cum in these wet panties, slut?”

I shook my head.

“Are you sure? Are sure you weren't a desperate horny slut that you once you got yourself wet, you didn't enjoy yourself and cum?”

I shook my head.

She smiled, satisfied, “That's a good girl.”

For some reason, I was happy that she was pleased.

She took a step closer, almost body to body, “We aren't going to meet again for two weeks. But you have a daily task, for each day of those two weeks. First, you are going to wear these panties every day...I don't care how you dress, but you have to wear these panties, and you aren't allowed to wash them, understand?”

I nodded, “ Good girl, now open your mouth. Wide as you can.”

I opened my small mouth.

She twirled my panties on her finger, “Good girl. Now, you touch yourself like you did today. Whenever and as often as you can. I want these panties dripping, got it?”

I nodded, mouth still wide open.

She smiled and grabbed my chin, moving quickly. She jammed the panties into my mouth. My eyes grew wider and I started to pull away, but she held me by my chin.

She pushed the panties as far as she could. They filled my tiny mouth, making cheeks bulge a little. To make sure, she kept pushing the wad in with one finger. I gagged a little when the panties hit the back of my throat, making her stop.

She whipped the scarf off my shoulder. She quickly wrapped it around my head, the cool silk over my mouth and cheeks. I felt it slip tighter as she knotted the scarf, finished the gag, keeping my panties in my mouth.

I could taste myself. The entire day of playing with myself. My face grew red with shame. I should not be liking this, enjoying it, but I was and I looked down and away from her, knowing I wasn't worthy of her...

She grabbed me and pulled me to her. Her breasts pushing against me, her taut body holding me. I could smell her jasmine perfume and I was starting to slip into that special place, where I was helpless, not in control, everything feeling soft, and I wasn't caring about anything but giving up everything.

She pulled my head back by my hair and the pain was sharp and addictive; I whimpered, looking up wanting to say yes, yes, please god, yes....

She kissed my gagged my mouth. I could feel the pressure of her lips on the silk gag. One arm around my waist, holding me to her lovely body. Her other hand holding my head. My eyes rolled back into my head as my eyelids closed.

I leaned into her. I let her hold me. I let my legs go weak, She kept kissing me as she let my body glide slowly to the floor. I moaned loudly.

As I settled on my knees, she held my head in her hands, she looked down, her lips slightly smudged, smiling.

“Ooohh, baby, I know...I know...your body feels so needy, your clothes are too tight on your body...you want and you need to give it up so badly, don't you?”

I nodded, trying very hard not to cry from the need. She was right; I needed it, craved it, my whole body pulsing, my breasts and lips pounding from desperation. I moaned a “please” through the gag.

She waggled a finger at me, “I told yo not to talk, but I'll let it slide this time.”

I shook my head, I wanted her to slap me. The tears started to come back in frustration.

“I know, I know...but you have to earn everything you want me to do to you first. Understand?”

I nodded and sighed.

“Good, now once you get your nice, lace panties soaked with your juices, you shove them in your mouth before you go to bed, and you gag yourself with this very scarf. You will take a picture and send it to my cell every night. As proof. Got it?”

I nodded a final time.

She let me sit back on my knees as she undid the cuffs. But she didn't take the gag off. Instead, she cupped my breasts and as he did so, she leaned into my back and I could feel her voluptuous breasts pressing against me. She gave my breasts a soft squeeze and kissed the back of my neck, making me tremble with the thought of those very lips on me, my nipples, working down, kissing and licking...

I watched her close her suitcase. She made her way to the door and then turned around. Another evil smile, “Remember everything I just told you. And in two weeks, we will meet here again. And I better find you here with your panties in your mouth and that scarf gagging you...perhaps...perhaps...I might let you masturbate and cum before me. I might even kiss you when you orgasm...”

She blew me a kiss and walked out, closing the door behind her.

I dropped forward, hands on the floor, on my knees. My gagged face with wide eyes looking at the door. And after a minute, when I realized that she wasn't coming back. That she wasn't going to let me cum for two weeks, that she wasn't going kiss me while I came...I screamed through the gag at the closed door, at her to come back.

I wanted her to come back. To fuck me. Shove her fingers into my pussy, my so, so SO wet pussy, bend me over, keep me bound and helpless and fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me and let me her kiss her beautiful face when the fucking was done....

I dropped to the floor and wept...keeping my gag in the whole time...

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Been a little while since I posted a story, hope you liked it.  Anyway, the Hotel Brexton is a real hotel in Baltimore, near the neighborhood I live in.  Check it out!

http://www.hotelbrexton.com/

And yes, I wore a ball gag when I wrote this.  And I've been drooling.  And my tee is a wet mess...well, guess it's time to go to bed, slap on some cuffs and leave the door unlocked!!

Mmmmpphhh!