Deception (closed for ezwriter)

[sallythescorpian]

Claire had been checking her phone every few minutes for the past week. Where the fuck was he???? She hated being kept waiting, but finally, finally, the message came!!

She had done what he asked, she had the tiny tattoo on her shoulder, and she had not gone for her weekly waxing session, and there was a light growth of hair on her mound, which felt strange to her. She was so eager to meet him.

She dressed, a sexy strapless wrap around dress. She knew she looked hot, and she hoped that Ben would melt when he saw her!!

She was in the bar, five minutes ahead of schedule, and on her second double bourbon, getting her hit of dutch courage, tempering her excitment, her pussy throbbing with anticipation, and need, as she wriggled on the stool, her needy little clit needing the firm stimulation.

 

[ezwriter]

As Ben’s rendezvous with Claire was the same time on the same date as last week, the same sweet if mousy desk clerk was at the counter to check him in. She diplomatically refrained this time from inquiring about any luggage, eyeing Ben’s black satchel lain across the counter as he signed in.

“Enjoy your stay, Mr. Morrisey,” she told him per corporate protocol yet she couldn’t quite muster the detached official sincerity she’d hope would register in her voice. Ben smiled and crossed to the bar where he saw Claire nervously sipping at her bourbon. She looked stunning. That dress was a head-turner even coming out of Claire’s well-stocked walk-in closet. They both knew she wouldn’t be wearing it for long.

“Don’t you ever fucking call me unless it’s about Christmas plans or a birthday party or shit like that. You got me?”

Ben hadn’t even sat down before he laid into her, his voice menacing, his eyes stabbing fury at her.

“You think this is fucking high school? Calling me up and leaving messages. Crap. And you worry about me being careful? Christ, Claire. If this blows up you’re fucked. The divorce lawyers in Dan’s firm will tear you to chum and feed you to sharks. You’ll be lucky if you’re left with the monogrammed towels. Alienation of affections, public embarrassment, an unfit mother. Oh yeah he’ll get Stephen if that picture ever gets out.”

“Glenlivet rocks and can I get a pitcher of ice water please,” Ben ordered from the waitress.

Did you get the tattoo?

Claire showed him the heart. Interesting choice. Interesting too that she put it on her shoulder where it would get noticed. But it was there forever. Ben wasn’t surprised but was gladdened to see this sign she’d taken on, tribute to him. But he wasn’t about to tell her that.

“From now on, when we meet, you’ll have your hair pinned up, do you understand. So I can see that. We’ll see about that other thing later.”

The drinks arrived and Ben sipped his scotch. The waitress set the pitcher and glasses of water on the table. Ben poured her a glass.

“Drink up. It’s important to hydrate Claire, you know that. All those mornings at the gym… preening for the trainers anyway. No. Unfair. Your body is incredible. That dress in incredible.” He toasted her.

Ben wasn’t kidding about the water, refilling Claire’s glass time and again. He refraining but for a half glass to chase his scotch. It wasn’t until the pitcher was empty that Ben called for the check and escorted Claire to the elevators.

On a Thursday afternoon at this hotel utilized mostly for businessmen in town for a quick meeting or for unfortunate travelers stranded at the airport the sight of Claire in a strapless sexy dress attracted the attention of the entire lobby. A call girl would be far more discrete.

They were on the eleventh floor today and Ben quickly found their room. Opening it he let Claire enter first and followed. He stopped to lay the satchel on the dresser. Claire remained close by, waiting … for an embrace, for instructions. The look in her eyes said she didn’t know. Ben had her right where he wanted her.

“Stand in front of the mirror and interlace your fingers behind your neck.” Her glance inquisitive. His glance cautioning her not to ask for clarification. Claire complied moving before the large mirror in the hall and raising her toned tan arms as he’d instructed.

Ben moved to where she stood, approaching from behind.

"This is standing posture." The lift and strain of her arms up and back caused Claire's full breasts to jut prominently silhouetted by the flattering drape of the dress. Ben unzipped her because he could. The dress peeled from Claire’s body, slipping over her tits and belly and pooling at her feet. He had her step out of the dress so she stood there in just her stockings, ruby thong and sleek matching Italian pumps.

“Miss me this week?” Ben asked, his hand tracing the contours of Claire’s body, grazing his fingers along her arms, down her sides, her upper legs.

“Did you want me?”

“Did you masturbate?”

 

[sallythescorpian]

She saw him the moment he entered, no, that's not quite correct..... she felt him, his presence suddenly making the air seem electrified. She turned and smiled, and in response to his question about the tattoo, she pulled her long hair aside, and showed him the tiny, subtle heart on her right shoulder blade.

“From now on, when we meet, you’ll have your hair pinned up, do you understand. So I can see that. We’ll see about that other thing later.”

She nodded in agreement. Pinning her hair up, she could do that. His reference to "the other thing" however, make Claire do something she rarely did, blush. She glanced at the bar man, but he was serving someone at the other end of the bar, and was paying them no heed.

“Drink up. It’s important to hydrate Claire. Your body is incredible. That dress in incredible.”

She drained her glass of ice water, and she smiled, beamed really, as she absorbed the compliment. For once there was no edge to it, no backhanded compliment, it was the real thing, and it was so unusual for Ben to say something like that to her! Of course, he was only speaking the truth, her body was incredible, and her dress set it off to perfection.

Time seemed to stretch on forever, for Claire, and she glanced in the direction of the elevators over and over, but managed to refrain from asking if they could go up to their room. She knew that Ben would not take that well, and he was already mad about her texting him. Trying to hurry him on, would only be counterproductive.

Finally, they were in the elevator, and Claire struck a pose, one she knew showed her curves to perfection, and she could feel Ben's eyes on her, greedily taking it all in. There was but a short walk to their room, and as soon as the door shut, Ben spoke again.

“Stand in front of the mirror and interlace your fingers behind your neck.”

Claire stepped in front of the long mirror, and did as instructed, pleased with the way her breasts lifted, and she smiled, seductively, following him with her eyes, as he moved behind her.


"This is standing posture."

As he spoke, he unzipped her dress, leaving her in almost nothing, just a tiny thong and her thigh highs. She committed the position to memory, noting how it highlighted her toned body.

“Miss me this week?”

She nodded as his fingers traced lightly over her skin, tickling her a little, but she held her position.

"You know I did!"


“Did you want me?”

"I want you, very much so!!" she nearly added "almost as much as you want me!!" but she bit her lip, and held her silence.

“Did you masturbate?”

She hesitated only a split second, before answering "No". Her eyes darted up to the mirror, where she met his steady gaze as he stood behind her, his fingers tracing her mound. She felt herself blush a little, and was horrified that she was betraying her lie. She was generally such an accomplished liar, but here, where it mattered most, she was giving herself away. She had been looking down, but she looked up again, and met his gaze again in the mirror.

"Maybe once or twice!" she corrected, "er.. but I think that was before you told me I couldn't! And that's pretty good Ben, I normally do it....... a lot!"

She stood there, breathing hard, as though she had just completed her run, her chest rising and falling quickly, she widened her stance a little, and rolled her hips forward, eager to have Ben's touch where she needed it most.

 

[ezwriter]

“ ‘Before you knew?’ I told you last week, princess, that you’ll come when I tell you how I tell you. What did you think that meant? I told you I own you. I own your holes. They’re mine. Get that? Until this tattoo rubs off.”

Ben spit in his hand and rubbed it along her shoulder blade briskly.

“No, not coming off. Not ever. And what’s more I seem to recall that when you did disobey me last week you got a swift spanking. I imagine you remember that Claire, yes?”

“And that was just your first time because maybe you didn’t know any better. A warning. But clearly you’re either stupid or a disobedient slut or maybe you enjoyed having your ass smacked. Hmmm, which is it?”

“So it looks like I’ll have to give you a lesson you’ll be able to remember for an entire week. Something with a little more staying power. There’s a riding crop in my satchel. You may break posture to retrieve it. Then return to me.”

Claire did as she was commanded. Ben saw the trepidation in her steps as she moved toward his black bag and tentatively opened it. Her eyes widened as she noted the collection of implements within, retrieving the crop, a thick tab of leather affixed to the end of a stiff short rod. She placed it in his waiting hand as she returned to him. He turned her to face the mirror once more.

“Feet apart. Wider.” Ben’s insistent foot pushed Claire’s ankles out until they were about a yard apart. “Hands on you knees, looking straight ahead. This is forward posture.” It was position expressly designed to present Claire’s rear and thighs to the ministrations of the crop while her full breasts hung heavily before her.

“And I am not ‘Ben’ to you. I am ‘Sir.’ And this lack of respect and disregard for my authority will cease here and now. Do you understand?”

“Now tell me, whore, the circumstances of how you disobeyed my command ‘once or maybe twice’. Tell me where you were, what you thought about, how you relieved your need.

 

[sallythescorpian]

Claire realised, almost immediately her mistake.

Obediently, she went to his briefcase, and took out the crop, having had a quick look to see what was in it.

She walked back, handed it to him, and took up what he called a forward position, her ass exposed, and vulnurable to him.

She glanced up, and caught his eye in the mirror.

"Yes Sir! I'm sorry Sir!" she said quietly, and waited, the time seeming to draw out, her heart hammering, her pussy oozing with both excitement and trepidation, the latter outweighing the former by a ratio of ten to one.

"Sir, when I left you last week, when I got to my car, I played with my pussy, making myself cum, and again, just before I parked the car at home. When I went in, I had a shower, and I got myself off another couple of times, and later that night, just before I went to sleep. Throughout it all, I replayed all you had done to me.... how you treated me.... and it made me so horny I couldn't help myself.

The next morning, when I woke, I did it again, and then later that day, I did it properly with some of my toys... and again that night, a few times. I flicked my clit, and fingerfucked myself while Dan slept beside me, and I imagined all the things you had done to me, how you had taken my ass, spanked me, ....... used me!!

Then the next day I texted you, I was expecting you to have contacted me before that, and I was feeling ..... anxious..... and when you replied..... I made myself cum again..... and then I tried later that night..... but it seemed wrong somehow.... like I was cheating???? So I just did it enough that I was horny, but not enough to make myself cum!!

I'm sooooo very soooory Sir, it wont happen again!! I'll make it up to you I promise!!"

 

[ezwriter]

Ben's reply to her confession, to her plea was a swift sharp crack across the ass cheek with the crop. It's Whhhhhhhhhh through the air and sudden percussive snap split the air of the hotel room. It certainly focused Claire's attention. She cried out with pain and astonishment.

"Such a needy, filthy, selfish little slut. Your whole life has been about satisfying your needs hasn't it? Daddy gave you everything you wanted. Then you found a husband to give you everything you wanted. But it's not enough is it? Your spectacular life is a miserable life, isn't it. From now on Claire, your whole life will be about satisfying my needs, do you hear me. Maybe, maybe that will bring your life some contentment."

"If you can't control your outbursts, I will gag you. With each swat you'll tell me what you are. You'll say 'I am a whore sir.' Yes?"

Without waiting for an answer or acknowledgement, Ben brought the crop down again on her awkwardly jutting bottom. Then another and another in rapid succession, peppering her rear with a sharp staccato barage. Claire struggled to keep up with the blows, to match each strike with the avowment she owed him. The crop found the tops of her thighs now, the blows more punishing on her leaner flesh. And now on the tender insides of her thighs light quick flicks of his wrist, but the pain biting and burning nonetheless. Several more to her bum. THWAK. THWAK. THWAK.

Claire's voice came tearful and desperate, fighting for composure, struggling to be obedient through the pain.

Ben moved from his position behind her and came forward, but he was not done. As Claire may have feared he saved the last two swats of the crop for the sensitive tips of her hanging breasts, stinging each nipple with the bite of the leather tab.

He laid the crop upon the dresser again and through the reflection of the mirror, gazed into Claire's eyes and addressed his captive. "Who owns this cunt?"

 

[sallythescorpian]

Claire screamed in surprise as her brother in law brought the crop down hard across the cheeks of her ass. She struggled to keep her position, but managed, barely.


"Such a needy, filthy, selfish little slut. Your whole life has been about satisfying your needs hasn't it?

She gasped, unable to say anything, stuggling to cope with the burning streak of pain across her ass.

"Daddy gave you everything you wanted. Then you found a husband to give you everything you wanted. But it's not enough is it? Your spectacular life is a miserable life, isn't it. From now on Claire, your whole life will be about satisfying my needs!"

She sucked in a breath, looking at herself in the mirror, trying to get her mind to accept that she was bent over, allowing Ben to whip her with the crop! Despite that, nothing would have moved her, he made her cum like nothing before!!

"If you can't control your outbursts, I will gag you. With each swat you'll tell me what you are. You'll say 'I am a whore sir.' Yes?"


"Yow!!! I am a whore, Sir!! I am a whore Sir, I am a whore..... oooowwww!!! whore Sir! I am aaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ... whore Sir!!"

On and on it went, streaks of fire burning her ass and thigh, quick and fast, and then he paused.......... she breathed, thinking it was over!! The lull that followed, the heat spread though her, heating her cunt, making her ooze liquid lust, which was now dampening her inner thighs.

He moved in front and her eyes widened. Surely he wouldn't???!! "NO!!" the word died on her lips, replaced with a scream followed by a squeeky "I am a whore, Sir, I am a whore, Sir!!!"

The first blow had caught her left nipple, and it was now swollen and throbbing like a bitch!! She broke her stance, staying bent over, but instead of bracing her hands on her knees, she brough her hand to her sore, welted tits, and held them, tears in her eyes, as she glared at him, accusingly, but saying nothing.

She breathed a sigh of relief when the vicious little crop was laid on the dresser before her, and then he spoke.

"Who owns this cunt?"

Without an instant of hesitation, she replied.

"You do Sir! You own that cunt!! It's yours completely, in every way, Sir!!"

The cunt in question, was now well heated, and she could see her clit protruding in the mirror's reflection, and her juices oozed from her, and she had never felt more needy. She just hoped to God that he needed to fuck her!!

 

[ezwriter]

"I didn't tell you to break posture, slut!" Ben barked. "Hands back on knees. And now you'll remember, when you want to please yourself or your husband, you will ask me for permission first. And if there's no answer, the answer is no!"

His sister-in-law complied removing her hands from her burning, stinging tits and resuming the posture he'd assigned her. Her ass and thighs glowed with a scarlet that approached the hue of her heels and her thong, though the crotch of her silk undies was stained darker with the drip of her excitement.

As the fiery pain of her whipping subsided, a new discomfort gripped Claire's consciousness, an awareness she'd put aside while she endured the lashing. The pitcher of water Ben had her drink at the bar along with the cocktails she'd downed on her own had made its way through her system and was rapidly filling her bladder.

She was glad at least that the crop remained harmlessly on the dresser and that Ben had moved to the arm chair across the room, settling in comfortably while she maintained this demeaning stance.

"Tell me what you do with Dan. What does he like?"

 

[sallythescorpian]

"Tell me what you do with Dan. What does he like?"

In spite of everything, Claire was taken aback that Ben would ask her that.

"Um... not much really. Missionary...... lights out...... over quickly"

He seemed surprised, and she thought she better elaborate.

"I dont let Dan do much. Any time he suggests anything out of the ordinary..... I refuse, and I shame him. He gets it when ......... when I want something..... that's all!"

She hung her head, ashamed when she heard that outloud..... it sounded ..... dreadful, it made her uncomfortable. Unfortunately, it was not the only thing that was making her uncomfortable. She stood, and looked at Ben.

"I need to use the bathroom, give me a minute!!"

 

[ezwriter]

"Stay the fuck where you are! Back in position."

Ben rose and was across the room in what seemed an instance. She had just resumed her pose when he was beside her again, brandishing the crop and administering a firm resounding THWAK to each of her ass cheeks and then to each of her thighs just above the lacy top of her thigh-highs.

Ben laid the whip aside again and leaned over her, hissing into her ear.
"If it hasn't been made clear to you by now, you stupid cunt, I don't give a shit what you want or need. I want your holes. I want your obedience. Stay where I put you."

Ben moved away, disappearing into the bathroom, returning shortly with an armful of the hotel's substandard white towels. He tossed them on the ground beneath her, lining the space between her exquisite garnet Italian pumps.

Then he crossed back to his chair and settled in. "And when you want something, what sort of treats does my brother get?"

 

[sallythescorpian]

Claire shuddered with arousal, spirilling higher and higher as her brother in law dominated her more and more. He owned all her holes! That statement made her shudder with a deep and dark excitement.

She was alarmed however, when she saw the towels arrive, and she wondered why he would need them.

She was about to tell him to quit fucking around, and then she asked her about the treats his brother got.

"Um, well, any sex is generally a treat for him, any night I dont have a headache, you know? And.... well, you remember those diamond earings he got me for my birthday?? You said they were ostentatious?? Yes, well he got a blow job that night, AND I swallowed!! He asks to fuck me outside sometimes, you know by the pool, and once or twice I have let him. He has asked me to go out with out panties, and.......... his last birthday?? Yes, I did it then!"

"He has to be a real good boy to get a treat, and he really appreciates anything he gets!!!" She paused... pressing her legs together.

"Jeez Ben, I really gotta pee! I mean Sir, I gotta pee now Sir!! I am bursting!!"

She blushed at saying something like that in front of him, but she knew she could not wait much longer, and regretted all the water she had drunk, not to mention the two double burbons!

 

[ezwriter]

Ben pushed himself out of his chair and again crossed the space between them in a few quick bounds. Again he took the crop in hand, but this time inflicted its stiff whistling tab to her hanging tits, punishing each breast with two sharp flicks of the leather tongue.

"You are a stupid fucking cunt aren't you? Or deaf! Did you not just hear me tell you I have no interest in what you need or want or how full your bladder is. I asked how you serviced my brother and that's all I wanted to hear. STUPID. FUCKING. BITCH."

Ben brought the crop back once more and his hand and feinted moving it forward just to watch her flinch. Then he slammed it back down on the dresser and returned to his chair.

"Tell me about the other men you've fucked since you've been married."

 

[sallythescorpian]

She howled in pain when the crop stung her tits, and she gasped, and very nearly lost control of her bladder.

Suddenly, it occured to her that he might not let her use the bathroom, and she looked quickly down at the floor, at the heap of towels, with alarm, as horror filled her and she realised what they might be for!!

She squeezed her muscles tight, and began to answer his question.

"Who else have I fucked??" she was playing for time, thinking she might incriminate herself, and wondering if he was recording this.

Still, she needed to answer quick in the hopes of being able to use the bathroom.

"I have fucked a few, since my marraige. I have to think - there was that hispanic gardener, Jose? or soemthing like that? remember him, the tall guy?? And there were a few guys I fucked on a one night stand, I go out clubbing sometimes when he's away, and if someone catches my eye, well, we go and book in somewhere nice, and fuck like bunnies for a couple of hours!!"

She thought that might satisfy him, she was not going to tell him of her husband's partner, and three of the associates, who she had fucked on various occasions!! Nor was she going to mention Katie's brother, who she had gotten lucky with, two nights before her wedding!!

 

[ezwriter]

Ben rose. He knew it was killing Claire to be on the spot like this, babbling about her dalliances... the sheer volume of them, how - there was no other word for it - easy she was. Her marriage vows had just been a charade to get her name on Dan's checking account. But he knew there must be more. Any woman who needs some can get a gardner or a drunken guy at a bar to fuck her with a wink. But someone with Claire's looks and body and sophistication could land a more impressive mate than that. He suspected his sister in law wasn't being entirely forthcoming.

Ben rose from his chair and came around the bed toward where she was bent over. She instinctively cringed as he approached, fearing the lash of the crop once more. But Ben simply stroked her arm as he passed her on the way to the bathroom. He lifted the handle of the faucet a touch and let water trickle into the porclain sink. The burbling sound filtered out through the open door and into the room itself as Ben returned and sat at the edge of the bed, facing her.

"Come on Claire, I know you're a whore. But you're a high class whore. You've fucked better than that. Who else?"

 

[sallythescorpian]

Claire cringed as he came near, and sighed with relief as he passed her.

That, however did not last long. She began to sob when she heard the tap, the trickling water going down the drain, and she brought her legs together, squeezing despertately to prevent herself from peeing all over herself!! She was utterly horrified at the thought!! How degrading!! Unfortunatley, the thought of being degraded so, had another, unexpected, and unwanted effect - her clit swelled, turned on at the thought of what he was doing to her, what he was forcing her to do!!

"Come on Claire, I know you're a whore. But you're a high class whore. You've fucked better than that. Who else?"

She began to whimper, her thighs crossed now, as she struggled to contain herself.

"Okay, Ben you got me!!" she said, forgetting his title in her urgency. "I've fucked a good few others. Stephen Meyers? Dan partner? Yeah, I've fucked him a few times, and John Waters, Daniel Fitzhugh and Andrew..... Andrew whats his name? The black guy? They're all guys working for Dan. I like the danger.... I shouldn't I know... its so risky, so likely to get caught, but that's what excites me so!! Daniel Fizthugh, I fucked him in the bathroom at our garden party last summer. And your brother in law, two nights before the wedding, I fucked Katie's big brother, the night we all went for a meal!!!"

That was most of it.... there were a few others, but that was all she could recall the details for just now!!

"Happy now??!! Now! please Sir, can I pee?"


"Come on Claire, I know you're a whore. But you're a high class whore. You've fucked better than that. Who else?"

 

[ezwriter]

Ben laughed.

"Ron, really? Katie's brother, that dirty little fuck. That's a laugh. Geez, Claire, anyone you didn't fuck? Anyone you wouldn't fuck? Keeping tabs on your pussy's going to be a full time job for me isn't it. I didn't realize what I was getting myself into."

Ben reached his hands up and started unbuttoning his shirt, standing as he peeled it off and kicked his loafers off his feet. He draped his shirt over the chair at the desk and unclasped the catch of his pants.

"Go ahead and pee, Claire." And then as she rose up to standing, he snapped. "No one told you to move a muscle, bitch."

Claire winced and closed her eyes. And Ben watched as the crotch of her thong began to seep and drip and pee streamed down her legs.

 

[sallythescorpian]

She blushed, humiliated beyond endurance as Ben asked if there was anyone she didn't fuck!!!! Really!!! She was very discerning!!!! She felt her temper rise a little.

He began to undress, and she hoped he'd be ready to fuck her, her pussy thobbed, and she needed it so bad. No way would he want to fuck her and risk her peeing, so he was bound to let her use the bathroom.

The trickling water in the sink was driving her insane, and she couldn't wait any longer. She brought her hand off her leg, and clutched her pussy tightly, trying desperately to hold off the inevitable.

"Go ahead and pee, Claire."
Thank God!!! She began to straighten, when he barked out
"No one told you to move a muscle, bitch."

No!!! NO!!! Her mind screamed, and ............... it was too late. The first trickle soaked her already soaked thong, and then a steady stream gushed from between her fingers, soaking her underwear completely, and soaking her legs, and she looked down in horror, as the pristine, white towels turned yellow, and the acrid smell assulted her nostrals. She turned crimson, from her tits to her hairline, and she began to cry, utterly humiliated.

 

[ezwriter]

"Hands on your knees, stupid bitch, or I'll smack you again."

Ben paused his undressing as he watched his once proud sister-in-law shudder with sobs as her hot acrid pee streamed down her stocking, running over her hand-crafted Italian shoes and gathered in the heap of white terry cloth on the floor. When her urination subsided he slipped out of his briefs and made his way to the bathroom.

"Drop to your knees and crawl to me," Ben called to her.

When Claire finally made her way on wet, shaky hands and knees to the bathroom, Ben was just inside the door with his back to her, naked standing on the cool tile floor.

"You know what a rusty trombone is, Claire? Ever do that with one of your army of fucks? Get your tongue in my ass and stroke my dick. Show me what a filthy fuckign whore you are."

If there were a polar opposite of Claire's former life of shopping on Fifth Avenue, Rodeo Driver, Regent Street - of skiing the Alps and villas in Tuscany, it might have been right here, whipped, kneeling in her pee-soaked knickers, her tongue buried in her brother-in-law's asshole while she stroked him until he came.

Or maybe it was when he commanded her to crawl across the bathroom to lap every drop of his cool thick ejaculate from the cold hard floor.

 

[sallythescorpian]

Despite, or perhaps because of, the horrible humiliation of wetting herself, Claire very nearly came, the relief of releasing her bladder sending waves of sensation through her, and she had to remind herself that there was nothing at all arousing about what she had done.

Ben called her into the bathroom, and despite the fact she had to crawl, she was eager, hoping for a much needed shower.

"You know what a rusty trombone is, Claire? Ever do that with one of your army of fucks? Get your tongue in my ass and stroke my dick. Show me what a filthy fuckign whore you are."


Claire looked at him blankly. Rusty trombone?? She saw no musical instruments anywhere. When he explained what he wanted her to do, she recoiled in horror, but she complied.

First of all she reached around and stroked his cock, taking a firm grip, and then she tentatively licked his crack, using as much saliva as she could muster. She was horrified that he would demand this of her!! And as much as she hated it, she knew he could command her to do anything. She licked over his asshole several times, hoping that would be enough, although she knew it wouldnt. Squeezing her eyes tightly, she made her tongue firm, and thrust it into his ass hole, and proceeded to tongue fuck him, as her hand pumped, over and over and over, while she knelt there, her panties and stockings reeking with urine, her shoes, ruined, and her body stinking.

Finally, Ben shot his load across the floor, and Claire was relieved to be done, and she hoped she could rinse her mouth, at the very least, and she sat there with her tongue hanging out, disgusted, and unwilling to bring it back into her mouth.

Then, it got worse, as her Master instructed her to crawl across the floor, and lick his cum from the floor. It was a hotel bathroom, the floor, although appearing clean, might be filthy!! She did as she was told, and only when she had sucked up the first lot of cum, did she realise she had to bring her tongue back into her mouth!! UGH!! She glanced up, wondering if he might let her off, but she could see from the enjoyment on his face that she had to continue, so she worked across the floor, licking up strings of cum, until she had gather all she could see.

 

[ezwriter]

Ben stood over her. Even naked and flaccid his power over her was palpable as she crawled about in her wretched undoing.

"The things you find distasteful you will come to relish... to beg me for. Undress and bathe. When you're dry, crawl to my bedside."

 

[sallythescorpian]

Claire certainly hoped that would not be true. She could not visualize any circumstances in which she would beg him to treat her as he was. She switched on the shower, setting it for as hot as she could bear it, and she discarded her thong, stockings and Italian pumps in the bin, as they were ruined.

She climbed into the shower, intending to spend an hour in there, scrubbing herself. She washed her hair, pulling faces at the hotel grade shampoo, which wasn't up to her normal standard, and she scrubbed her body, but no more than fifteen minutes later, she was out, her make up was washed off, and she felt naked with out it, but she had not brought enough with her for a full re-do, so she applied a little mascara and lipstick. She dried her hair, not spending the time to coiff it as she normally would, as she was excited and eager to get her sexual release.

She opened the door and strode out, and then rememebered, and went back to the bathroom floor, and crawled back to the bedroom, swaying her hiips sensually.

 

[ezwriter]

Claire returned to him at the bedside on hands and knees as he'd instructed. Ben lay naked with the covers pulled up loosely to his waist. His slave was cleaned and fragrant from the shower and kneeled there facing him when he commanded it. And crossed her left wrist over right at the small of her back, pulling her shoulders back and directing her gaze down and forward when he instructed it. She did so eagerly under her hopeful assumption that she'd endured the worst - the lashing with the crop, being forced to pee herself, lick her Master's asshole and then lave his cum from the floor - was over and this last bit of instruction was merely prelude to the sorely needed release of intercourse that he'd treated her to last time.

She was told that this was "attending posture," and though it put her beneath him on her knees, of the three she'd assumed that afternoon, it was the least stressful and demeaning. He told her she should practice the positions he'd shown her throughout the week so that she was able to maintain them steadily for at least five minutes without fatiguing or trembling.

He reached over from the bed and stroked her hair and cheek and asked her what she thought of their "arrangement" so far, looking into her eyes with a warmth she no doubt relished after the severity of her earlier treatment.

After she'd finished, Ben pulled the covers down from his waist, exposing himself to her, his dick hanging softly between his muscular thighs.

"Do you want this dick Claire?"

"Stand up. I want to watch you masturbate. If you get me hard, you can fuck it."

 

[sallythescorpian]

The new position was a little easier than the others, and Claire found she could hold it with relative ease, and she focussed her attention on him. When he asked her what she felt about their arrangement, she was at a loss.

Feeling obliged to be as honest as she could she took a deep breath, and blushed.

"Well B..... Sir, I find myself demeaned and humiliated, and I hate it, I also hate that I am very much aroused by it, and even more I hate that I seem to be addicted to you, I crave you, and what you do to me.... how you make me feel. I can't get you out of my head, even when you are not here, when I 'm on my own, or with Dan and Stephen. You excite me, as nothing else ever has, and I keep coming back for more. Its as though my mind and my body are at war, and my body keeps winning, demanding what it needs from you."

He seemed satisfied with her reply, and then he threw back the covers, and she was dissappointed to note that he was not yet hard. She had been hoping for him to be ready to give her the wild ride she so desperately needed.

"Do you want this dick Claire?"

She nodded, and licked her lips.

"Stand up. I want to watch you masturbate. If you get me hard, you can fuck it."

Despite everything, she was shocked!! It was so.... so demeaning to have to do that in front of him! No one had ever watched her get herself off.

She hesitated and looked at him, and realised that he was deadly serious.

Blushing, she put one hand on her breast and the other between her legs, and she began to stroke herself. She closed her eyes, and tried to imagine she was alone. She flicked her clit, she dipped her fingers inside herself, and yet she could not get close. She opened her eyes, and saw she was not having the desired effect on him yet either.

 

[ezwriter]

"Maybe if my filthy little girl gave me some filthy talk she could get this cock thick and hard enough to ride."

 

[sallythescorpian]

Claire blushed up, and redoubled her efforts.

Closing her eyes, she began to move her fingers again, dipping inside her pussy, and she proceeded to finger fuck herself with two fingers, while her thumb pressed against her clit, and rubbed it in circles.

While she did so, she visusalised all that Ben had done to her since she entered the room, and she described it all in graphic, and crude detail.

She glanced down, pleased that it was working, and then she opened her eyes wide, looking at him.

"You treat me like no one else does. You treat me like I'm you sex toy, your little pussy to play with, you control every aspect of me, and it makes me so hot!! You forced me to remain in place, to wet myself, when I could have gotten up and gone to the bathroom, you made me tongue fuck you ass, lick your cum off the bathroom floor, you have lowered me in every way, and nothing has made my cunt throb with desire, as you have. You own me Sir, in every way! I'm your little fuck toy, and we both know that!"