By Lisa C

I knock on your hotel room door, turning my back to it as you have instructed. I hear the door open behind me; your hand is on my shoulder, gently pulling me backwards into the room. I see your forearm pass in front of my as you close the door & throw the deadbolt.

"Do not move," you instruct in my ear. "You will only see me when I ALLOW you to see me, when you have earned the reward of looking into my eyes, slave." I tremble, squeaking out, "Yes, Lord." Sensing my fear, you press your body against me, tight to my back, your hands running over my arms, around my waist, up my front to brush over my breasts, drawing your finger along my jawline and down my spine, giving me additional reason to shiver.

I feel you leave me, and I remain totally still. I hear you rummaging around, and you are back in moments. A leather hood comes down over my head quickly, blinding me, preventing me from speaking, barely able to hear. You tighten the laces, adhering it to my face, only a small hole at the mouth allowing me to breath. "Come, slave. See what I have for you today." You lead me, gently guiding me forward. You place my hand on a countertop, and I know I'm in the bathroom. "Take off your clothes, slut," you order. "All of them. I want you naked. You have 40 seconds." Trembling, not knowing what is going to happen, I hurriedly strip off my clothes, thanking all the Gods that I had dressed very casually this day, in nothing more than a loose top, shorts, socks & sneakers. In seconds I have my clothes off.

During the few seconds it takes me to strip, I realize that I've been hearing water running in the bathtub, which is sounding about half-filled. The water ceases, and then I hear the sounds of plastic tearing, and then pieces of something falling into the water. Again, plastic tearing, and more of whatever falling into the water. "Slave, who is your owner, your Master, your Lord, your God?" you ask me. "You are, Lord. I am nothing but your slave, your property, your toy, your slut to be used as you see fit," I whisper, barely loud enough for you to hear. "Do you trust me?" you ask me next. "Without hesitation, Lord," I reply. Gently grabbing my elbow, you turn me away from the counter; stepping closer to me you run your fingertips over my naked body, my nipples hardening at the light touch as you brush across them, between my legs as you softly stroke your finger over my clit, down my slit, slipping ever so slightly into my quivering pussy, around my hips to my ass, spreading my cheeks as you move your hands up my back to my shoulders, resting them there. "Good, slave" you whisper in my ear. "I would never harm you. You need to understand that."

Your hands leave my shoulders, leaving my body trembling, my knees barely able to hold me upright. I hear you opening something, but I have no idea what it is. Then, another very odd noise, ssssshhhhhzzzzzzzz, as you seem to be unrolling something. Before I can even begin to think about what it could be, I feel you wrapping something around my head.....around & around & around......my head, my throat, back up over my head again. I realize that my air has been cut off - I can't breath. The urge to panic is strong, but I TRUST you. I BELIEVE you won't harm me. Suddenly, the wrapping is finished & I feel this tiny pressure against my lips. "Don't move even the slightest or you will be cut," you order me. I feel the tiniest bit of metal against my lip, and I freeze. Gently, ever so gently, you use the tip of the knife to widen the pinprick you have made in what I now realize is clear plastic wrap. "Can you breath?" I hear you ask, barely. I nod my head yes, then quickly shake it no, to give you the understanding that I can, but it is very difficult. "Again, don't move," I hear you say. Feeling quite a bit more pressure on my lips this time, you force me to open them, the end of something slipping between my lips. "Breath through your mouth, slave," you instruct. Sucking through my lips, I'm aware that you've placed a straw through the wrap, allowing me to breath. "Is that better?" you quiz me. I nod my head.

Gripping my elbow, you lead me forward. "Step into the tub, slut." I lift my left leg, feeling my foot pass over the edge of the tub & lower into the water. My entire body trembles as if electrified - ICE WATER. "Do as I order, cunt!" Lifting my right leg, I step into the tub, my toes chilling, the cold spreading upwards. Holding both of my elbows, you tell me to sit down in the water. Trembling, from the cold or from the unknown, I know not which, I sit in ice water that is almost to just under my tits. "Lay down, NOW!" I hear you order me. Steeling myself, I slide my ass out from underneath me & submerge myself into the frigid water. You are on me in a mere second, your foot against my chest, holding my body underneath the water, with only the straw in my mouth allowing me to breath. Trembling, shivering, wondering.......and suddenly, there is no air. I suck, suck HARDER, and nothing. Then, a sudden release & cool air comes flooding into my lungs. All I can hear is the sloshing of the water around me, the ice clinking against the porcelain of the tub. All I can feel is the pressure of your foot against my chest as you hold me under the water. And the precious gift of air - life - is yours to deny or grant, as you see fit to give your slave.

After what feels like hours, but is certainly no more than 10 minutes, I feel the pressure of your foot leave my chest and your hand under my shoulder urging me to sit up. Standing in the tub, I hear you release the water. Quickly, I feel your hands on my head as you work to loosen the cling wrap from around my head & throat, finally removing it and the straw, allowing me to breath my first real breath of air in what seems forever. Feeling you press a towel in my hand, my head still encased in the hood, I start to wipe off my shivering, frozen body. "No, slave! DO NOT wipe your body. Just press the towel against your skin to remove the water. I am NOT finished with you yet!" Following your order, I gently press the towel against myself, removing as much of the water as possible. Taking the towel from my hand, I again feel your hands caressing my cold skin, an electric touch against my icy flesh; my nipples frozen nuggets. "Are you ready for what comes next?" you ask me. Not knowing, never doubting, I nod my head. "Stand up straight, slut." I lift my shoulders, my chin, & suddenly, I'm caught in a warm - no, HOT - downpour. My body jerks in shock. "DO NOT MOVE, CUNT!" you say directly in my ear, my body freezing at your instruction; the downpour flowing over my shoulders, down my breasts, my stomach, finding the grooves of my inner thighs, running into my slit and over my clit, down my back in a smooth, hot sheet."Welcome to the wax bath, slut," you whisper as the flow slows, finally stopping. "How do you feel, slave? Share your thoughts with me," as you unzip the mouth-hole, giving me the ability to speak finally. Taking a moment to analyze, I realize that it is a very unique feeling - the icy coldness of my skin suddenly sealed inside of a warm, solid casing. The hot wax between my legs, stimulating my clit as it oozed slowly over it. I realize that my breath is rasping, my body reacting to the sensations that it has experienced. My nipples are still hard as stones, my clit throbbing, my pussy creaming. I tell you what I am feeling, everything that I am feeling. Suddenly, I feel your hands on my thighs, moving upwards, brushing my pussy lips, spreading them, sliding your fingers into my waiting, wanting cunt, pumping slowly in & out, feeling my juices coat your fingers. Abandoning my snatch, you slide your creamy fingers into my mouth, forcing me to lick my own cream off of your fingers.

Taking my elbow, you have me step out of the bathtub, leading me out of the bathroom. You lead me around the corner of the wall, putting me face first to the wall, lifting my hands over my head, and kicking my feet out from under me so I'm standing in the frisk position. "Do not move, not one muscle," you growl, as you walk away from me. I hear rummaging; wondering, waiting. You are back in seconds, standing directly behind me, your hard cock pressing into the crack of my ass as your fingers start to trace the flow lines of hardened wax down my back. Leaning into my body, your tongue traces the leather around my ear, your hot, moist breath leeching through the leather, stimulating me even more than I already am. "Stand still, slave." you order, as you step back away from me. Suddenly, I feel the flogger brushing my back instead of your fingers. Stepping back farther, I know what is coming. In seconds, I feel the crack of the flogger's lashes against my back, but instead of feeling the sting from the ends, I feel a coolness of my skin. Another crack, additional coolness. A third, a fourth. And I realize, that instead of the expected stinging, you are removing the wax from my back, one stroke at a time. Each stroke rises farther & farther up my back, until the lashes are stroking across my shoulders. "Turn around, slave. Back against the wall." Immediately, I obey your demand. Immediately, I hear the crack & feel the lashes across my thighs, knowing that you will remove the wax from my front side the same gentle, controlled way you removed it from my back. Suddenly, the motion changes. I feel the lashes snap upwards against my pussy. Jumping, I hear you say, "Spread your legs, slave." I rest against the wall again, spreading my legs per your command. Again, I feel the lashes snap against my cunt. My clit is throbbing, quivering. Pulsing. Groaning, I want to cum so badly. Sensing this, you ask me if that feels good. "Yes, my Lord," I reply, my knees shaking. "Do you want to cum?" you growl. "Yes, Lord. I want to cum very much," my voice shakes. "Do you think you have earned it, slut?" you follow up with, again snapping the lashes against my wet, needing cunt. "No, my Lord," I answer, "I will wait for your permission." "As it should be," you respond, snapping the flogger against my belly, now working higher, removing the wax from my stomach, upwards to my tits, the nipples hard, sensitive little marbles, throbbing with their own sensations.

The flogging stops suddenly. Concentrating on my skin, I realize that the wax has been removed, my body free to move again, to feel the air around me. I feel your hands on me, seeingly from nowhere, as I was deep into my own self-analysis. Your body pressing against me, forcing me to stand up straight against the wall, your raging hard cock pressing against my belly, your hands on my ass, pulling my cheeks apart as you press all of your body to mine, your lips finding my throat, softly kissing from one side to the other, your hands lifting my feet off of the floor, your mouth dropping as my body rises to my nipples, taking first one, then the other into your mouth, biting them, sucking them, drawing moans of pleasure from deep within me. Lifting me slightly higher, your cockhead positions itself against my dripping cunt. Lifting my feet at the same time, I wrap my legs around your waist as you lower my quivering pussy down onto your raging hardness, filling me to the brim, causing a cry of ecstacy to escape my lips. Slowly, gently, you slide my body up & down your cock, stroking inside me, stoking the fire of my need for you, until I wrap my arms around your neck & pull myself into your chest, needing you to fuck me, to take me, brand me, make me YOUR slave.

Holding me, you turn around to step to the bed. Lowering me onto it, you tell me to get on my hands and knees. Trembling, my knees shaking, my total conscience locked in the burning need in my snatch for your attention, you grab my hips, slamming me backwards, impaling me on your rigid cock. Crying out loud, I feel my orgasm begin, knowing that it can't happen until you have given me permission to cum for you. Gasping, I croak, "Lord, please. I'm going to cum. I NEED to cum for you, I'm begging you!" Not responding, you again slam your cock into my cunt, feeling my muscles flexing & tightening involuntarily around your pumping rod, the juice flowing out of my plugged pussy. "PLEASE, Lord!" I cry, "LET ME CUM FOR YOU! I'M BEGGING YOU!" I feel your cock leaving my pussy, the head of it brushing upwards against my pulsing clit. "Slave, you have done well today. Cum for me, and I will give you the reward you have so earned." With that, you plunge your throbbing shaft to the hilt into my pussy and proceed to pound me with every bit of strength you have. I immediately cum, my body going into the most intense orgasm it has ever had, the muscles of my cunt electrified, flexing & tightening, pulling your cock ever deeper into my grinding pussy, the orgasm seeming to last forever, keeping you locked inside of me as my entire body shakes & quivers with the spent energy, until finally my knees won't hold me anymore and I collapse onto the bed, you coming down with me, behind me, curling your body against me like 2 spoons, wrapping your arms around me as I quake with the remnants of the most intense orgasm of my life, your seed running out of my twitching pussy onto my thigh. Softly, you untie the laces of the hood, loosening it, finally grabbing the top of it & gently pulling it off of my head, blinding my eyes to the muted daylight in the room. Leaving me laying in place, you roll your body over mine, so you are now facing me, allowing me to see the face of the man who has just brought me to heights of emotion I didn't know existed, to the strength of an orgasm I had never before imagined was possible. I lift my hand, lay it against your face, and softly press my lips to yours. "Thank you, my Lord," I whisper. "Thank you for taking me as your slave."