Something Different (Part 3)

As she walked back to their booth, she could see Him looking at His cellphone. He must have gotten the picture, she presumed.

He looked up to see her strolling back and He watched her return with the most devilish grin she'd ever seen from Him. He clearly enjoyed this, and suddenly, she realized that knowing this made her happy. No, not exactly happy. Content. she was content knowing that, despite her own reservations about His demand, she clearly had just made Him very happy, and in that moment, she was struck with a desire for Him to go ahead and post the picture where everyone could see it, where everyone who visits His website will know that those breasts belong to Him. Fuck it. Show the world my tits. They belong to You anyway. Just like the rest of me. The thought of His complete ownership of her, mind and body, warmed her.

she sat down and silently awaited some sign from Him as to what was next. For a few minutes, He just sat there, thinking some private thoughts, as usual. she waited patiently for His focus to return to her.

"Here is the room key," He said, handing her the electronic passcard. "Go up to room 1111. Inside the room, you will find something to wear laid out for you on the bed. Before you put it on, take off your clothes and take a hot shower. Wash yourself very clean. Everywhere. When you're done, put on the outfit. Do not look at anything else you might come across in the room. Once you've done all of that, send Me a text message that simply says, 'i m ready'. And, just in case you get any ideas, throughout this time you are not, for any reason, to have an orgasm. Understood?"

"Yes, Sir," she properly answered, even though she was about ready to cum just listening to His commands and thinking about what else He might have in mind tonight. she sat there for a moment, lost in thoughts about what outfit He brought for her and what would happen after she indicated she was 'ready', when she was brought back to reality by Him rising from His seat, placing His mouth next to her ear, and harshly whispering, "Get that gorgeous ass upstairs and do what I told you ... now."

she could feel His eyes on her as she walked out of the bar. she knew He was focused on the way her ass shifted from side to side in her dress as she took each step. Although she knew it was her imagination, she could still feel Him watching her as she rounded the corner out of sight of the booth where He remained sitting while she headed for the hotel elevator. she felt herself flush as she stood waiting for the elevator, thinking about all the ways she hoped He would be using her tonight, while attempting to avoid eye contact with any of the strangers waiting to go up the same elevator. i wonder if anyone else is going to have a night like i am tonight?, she reflected as she glanced at the several nicely dressed men and women. i'm sure most of these people will be having sex later, but probably nothing like what i'll be doing.

Poor people. If you only knew what you were missing, she mentally opined as she entered the elevator and pushed the 11th floor button. As the elevator rose, she thought about how lucky she was to have found someone who understood her kinky desires and was equally turned on by them; she thought about how perfect she and Frederick are together.

The elevator 'dinged' and the doors opened on the eleventh floor. she walked the short distance down the hall to room 1111 and slid the passcard through the electronic keyslot. The light on the door handle changed from red to green, and she heard the lock 'click'. she pushed down the door handle, opened the door, and entered the room.