The Man in the Mask

I had been swapping emails with a man who wanted to meet me in a hotel room. He had quite specific requests.

Neither of us would talk to the other, I wouldn’t see his face, he would provide detailed instructions just hours before we met.

If he was happy with our first meeting, he wanted to make it a regular booking as he had needs. Then he told me about his needs.

He told me he enjoyed BDSM, giving and receiving but mainly giving. He would tell me before each meet who would be in charge.

Obviously I agreed with his requirements, the only thing I specified was that I wouldn’t be tied up on a first meet, for safety reasons, which he agreed was sensible.

It finally came, he had booked a hotel room.

When I got home from work I ran the bath and painted my nails. A lovely 30 minute soak in the bubbles and I felt ready for the night. Wrapped in just a towel I dried my hair and turned on the computer. No message from him yet.
I picked out two different outfits and packed my bag with my toys. As I packed my toys I found myself getting aroused.

The nipple clamps went in, and I ran my hands over my breasts, my nipples soft now, but I knew they would be hard when I arrived at his hotel. I looked down and imagined his fingers pinching my nipples as he clamped them.

Next was my flogger, I looked in the mirror at my bare white bottom, would it be red by the end of the night? I packed my small flogger, perfect for teasing and punishing smaller areas, such as breasts, pussy.

I slipped my middle finger between my legs and just as I thought, I was soaking wet already. I tasted my juices, mmm, I love my pussy juices and hoped I would be feeling his tongue on my clit soon.

When I checked the computer again I had received mail from him. It simply said:
8:30pm Radisson Hotel, room 409, text when you arrive in the car park then come straight up to the room and knock 3 times. No talking, I am in charge.

It was 7pm now, and I would need to leave before 8 so just under an hour before I left. I went upstairs and put away the unneeded outfit and applied my make-up. I don’t wear a lot of make-up, just eyes and lips. As I applied my lipstick I imagined his cock sliding between my lips, my tongue licked my lips as I shut my eyes and imagined him fucking my mouth.

I dressed in hold-ups, figure-hugging top, no bra, knee length skirt and heels. I didn’t put on my knickers until I was just about to leave as I knew they would be soaking in my juices very soon.

The drive to his hotel seemed to take forever, I was so horny and couldn’t wait to meet this mysterious man. I parked up in the car park and sent him a text to say I had arrived then walked through the lobby to the lift. Alone in the lift I calmed myself with deep breathing, I could see my nipples poking through the material of my top in the mirror.

I walked to room 409 and knocked 3 times as instructed, the door was opened and I stepped into a darkened room. I was startled when I saw him as he stepped from behind the door.

He was wearing casual cotton pants, tied with a drawstring and a leather hood which covered his eyes, hair and nose. He was tall, very tall. I am 6ft in my heels and he was still 4 or 5 inches taller than me. His feet and torso were bare and oh my god, what a torso!

I’m sure I was drooling as I took in his amazing body, so incredibly fit, he looked like a professional sportsman. I looked up, his green eyes were looking at me as he grabbed my arm and moved me into the room.

I stood at the end of the bed waiting for him to make his move, unsure how he was going to be able to be in charge without talking to me. He stood in front of me, my nipple clamps around his neck and he reached out and lifted my top off.

I heard him groan softly as he ran his hands over my breasts and rock-hard nipples, pinching them gently at first, then twisting as if he was testing my reaction. My head fell back as I groaned with pleasure, his strong fingers and large hands already had me quivering with desire. I pushed my breasts towards him as he clamped each nipple in turn, testing with a small tug that they were on securely.

I looked down and could see he was aroused too, his cock was tenting the thin material of his pants, he saw where I was looking and turned me around to face the bed, pushed my head down so I was bent over in front of him and then I felt him lift my skirt.

The first spank took me by surprise and I yelled, I heard a grunt of disapproval so took the next few spanks in silence. He stood behind me, I could feel his hard cock against my pussy through the material of his pants as he pulled me up. His hands encircled my body as I leaned back against him. I felt his lips and teeth on my neck as he pulled the chain of my clamps up and put it between my teeth.

He turned me around and took off my skirt and knickers, feeling the wetness between my legs as he did. He stood back and looked at me, I was wearing only my hold-ups, high-heeled shoes and nipple clamps with the chain still between my teeth, pulling my breasts up.

He lifted my hands up and put them on my head, which pulled at my nipples even more, then went to the table to pick up the flogger. He pointed to a spot away from the bed more in the centre of the room and walked around me while flogging my whole body.

To begin with it felt wonderful, except when he caught the clamps but his strokes got harder and harder, my bottom, thighs, belly, shoulders and breasts began to feel warm, then hot and then began to sting.

His cock was huge and was really straining against the material, I wanted him to let me suck it, I wanted to feel it in my hands and sliding between my hungry lips. I could feel my juices running down my legs but still he kept up the flogging.

Now my whole body was on fire with pain and desire and just as I thought I couldn’t take any more, he stopped, dropped his pants to reveal a magnificent huge cock. I fell to my knees and he stepped towards me, my mouth opened and his cock slid into my mouth, making me groan with pleasure.

I could taste his pre-cum and lapped it up, his hand was on the back of my head, gently guiding my head up and down his massive hard length. Then he pulled me off, grabbing my hair and pulling me up to my feet abruptly.

He forced me back onto the bed, bent over the end and then I felt the leather paddle begin to sting my backside. His hard strokes were relentless and I knew I would be sitting very gingerly in my chair when I was back in the office the next day.