Chapter # 3
Trish and I got to bed early the second night we spent together at the hotel because it been strenuous day both of us… more so for her, than me. We both slept soundly as she curled up tightly against me which gave me the chance to glide my hands over her smooth thighs and ass before I dozed off. She remembered her new morning duty to wake my cock gently with her mouth. When it was ‘ripe’ she straddled me again until I came in her soft, tight, cunt.
I had her order room service breakfast for me, but this time she ordered extra coffee, which showed the kind of personal initiative I appreciate. The room service attendant was the same chap who delivered our breakfast the day before. I just know he remembered seeing Trish when my unbuttoned shirt open to fully expose her delectable body, and I’m sure he didn’t want to miss a second opportunity.
“Trish, wear that long tailed shirt for the lad today as well,” I told her. “And, make sure you tip him so he will remember us. Get his name this time!”
I intentionally placed the three whips in plain sight on the server just to remind Trish of her vulnerable status with me, and I didn’t care much if the room service guy saw them either.
I watched the transaction between the young service guy and Trish closely. He kept his eyes on her the entire time, just waiting for my large shirt to open up when she signed the bill; and it did. He apparently couldn’t believe what he saw because he lingered in the room far to long before heading out the door. He said his name was Chuck.
“Wish you had some of that sweet stuff, Chuck?” I thought to myself as he turned to leave the suite.
“Slave, listen up!” I said to Trish. “I want you to learn to pay homage to me right now and I’ll tell you how I want you to do it. First, kneel in front of me, naked as I’ve already instructed, with your knees spread, your ass high, your forehead on the floor, your tits pressed into the carpet, and your hands clasped straight in front of your head.
“During the time you spend in this homage position, you are to think only of me, of how much you love and adore me, and of how well I satisfy your needs. Let me see you get into that position now, right in front of me, while I have my breakfast.”
Trish scrambled to get in the exact position I had described to her. And, did she look hot! Her back was arched to such a great extent that her magnificent tits were virtually smashed flat.
I’m sure she was distracted by the sound of a very delectable breakfast being eaten, but she didn’t flinch when I mentioned out loud how good the meal actually was.
After 10 minutes in the demanding homage position, I saw her shoulders quiver and decided to let her kneel beside me and eat from my hand. You might have thought she would be ravenous, but no, she was a perfectly demure and humble slave girl while I fed her.
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I slept soundly through the night until I had to pee. It was then I remembered I would need his permission to use the toilet. It was embarrassing to even have to ask for that so private and personal a privilege. He was asleep but I had to go so bad that I to take a risk and wake him. He probably doesn’t even remember the question, but he did give me the permission I was looking for and I slipped out from under his arm and was back in bed in a flash beside him, so warm and comfy.
I loved waking him on purpose an hour later with my mouth, and he burst his warm jism down my throat. He made me answer the door for room service breakfast in his long shirt, which he wouldn’t let me button so the young waiter got his second good look at me. His name was Chuck -- “Chucky the pervy,” I thought to myself. “But then who’s to judge?”
Master taught me how he wanted me to pay homage to him this morning. It was an invigorating experience for me, not the humbling one he might have expected. The position, on my knees with my head on the floor felt so natural for me. I loved it!
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I felt we both needed to unwind. A relaxing massage would be just the ticket. I made a special trip to the lobby to have a private chat with the concierge. I did gain his confidence, and he gained one hundred dollars. He knew of a girl who would be just right for what I had in mind. He made a call and set up an appointment in our suite during the day. A two hour block of time was set for an experienced ‘massage therapist’ to come to our room through a rear entrance of the hotel and bring a massage table along for a session starting at one o’clock.
Pert little Suzie arrived promptly at the stroke of one. What a striking young woman. Her white skirt was short, on the order of a tennis skirt, and her white blouse, was on the order of a tight knit golf shirt with a non-descript logo over her right tit; and, what full tits they seemed to be. She also wore sparkling white canvas shoes.
Suzie reviewed all of the massage treatment options she was offering including some very specialized ones.. She was somewhat cagey about what these special treatments might entail and she made us guess. She said that if the customers wanted anything really special, she would charge accordingly on a per person, cash, basis.
Would she give us our rub downs nude? That would depend; did we want her nude, just the two of us, or all three? - The price would differ.
Would she use her mouth to bring Trish and me to orgasm? Not a problem for her either, as she usually provided that service as part of her special massage package unless specifically advised otherwise.
Would she be offended if she knew Trish was my slave girl? Not a problem for her; in fact she had many clients with slaves -- both boys and girls.
As it turned out, we agreed on $700 to have her with us for the four hours remaining in the afternoon, basically on our terms with an option to have her back later in the week.
Suzie stripped first, and did she ever have a sensational body. We found out later she was a pole dancer at one of the nicer clubs in Vegas, and a yoga instructor in addition to working as a massage therapist - a real professional girl to be sure. What she had to offer was plenty apparent right from the start.
I was eager to have her work on me first. Frankly, I wanted Trish to watch her work on my body and to have Suzie make her jealous. I whispered that idea to Suzie when I sent Trish to get me a bottle of water from the fridge. She got the point immediately.
This girl was good! I’d never had a more thorough deep massage in my life. The oil she used was warm and mildly fragrant without being sissified. She started with my toes and slowly move up to my calfs. All during the massage, we were both naked and by the time she got to my thigh’s, my cock was standing at full and proud attention.
Suzie, merely asked me confidently if I wanted her to straddle me or work my cock with her hands. Of course, I told her that I’d like to see her ‘handy’ work before I got ‘into’ her all the way.
Trish was standing closely by my side by this point, and seemed mighty restless. “Slave, just stand over there. Get your nipples and nose against the wall and don’t move until I say so. Leave us alone here,” I told her. I gave Suzie a big wink to signal my satisfaction with the way she was handling everything. Trish pouted as she trudged away.
Suzie changed the type of lotion she was using on my body when she began sliding her hands slowly, up and down on my shaft. She remarked out loud that it was a water soluble product that would not bother her mouth or cunt once she got on top of me. I told her that was just too much information for me at the moment, and she giggled giving me a new insight into her pixy-like personality. Suzie worked my shaft expertly and used her warm mouth to augment her hands. She was quite exciting.
“Slave girl,” I said like an order, “would you like to take Suzie’s place now on my cock, or would you prefer to just stand there against the wall?”
“Master, I would very much like to be on your cock right now, Sir, I’m so horny, I could scream,” she said huskily.
“Well, then get your skinny ass over here pronto, and let’s see what you’ve got.”
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My Master was certainly satisfying my submissive needs, including when he told me how to pay homage to him. Then he turned tender and loving when he fed me from his hands. It was so sweet. And, he decided to hire a masseuse to give us both rub downs in the room. I was so taken by his generous spirit.
The concierge knew of a young massage therapist, and arranged for her to bring a table with her. And, was she ever beautiful and well built. I could see my Master felt she was sexy in her white togs. I was resentful, or more like it, jealous.
Her name was Suzie. I didn’t like her at all. She knew I was Master’s slave girl and I’m sure she had seen the three whips on the server, which Master had laid there.
Suzie got naked as did my Master and me. Then Suzie got right to work on my Master. By the time Suzie had gotten to Master’s thighs, he had a raging hard-on. And, Suzie used her soft professional hands and mouth to excite him even more. Did I ever feel jealous? -- her, and her perky young tits!
Master sent me away so I wouldn’t see what Suzie was doing to him but I knew she was going to ride him, and enjoy him like I always do, and I didn’t like it one bit. I could hear him moaning in ecstasy while she worked on him. I had, by that time, been exiled to press my nose and nipples against the wall so I couldn’t see what was going on; only guess. And my guesses were not very happy ones.
Then, Master shouted to me to the effect that I could either continue standing against the wall or I could come back to him and ride his well engorged cock for his pleasure if I wanted to; which of course, my dripping cunt certainly did.
“Is this guy devious or what? Cleaver, Machiavellian and always scheming to get my blood boiling and my cunt juices flowing.,” I thought to myself.
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“Suzie, I want you to pick up the thin riding whip over on the server and snap it against this slaves ass if she, even for a moment, isn’t giving me the pleasure she should. Can you do that?”
“Yes, Sir, I’m an expert at giving unruly girls a beating,” she said with a twinkle in her eye.
I didn’t think Trish was doing a particularly poor job of riding me, but Suzie was taking her whack’s with the whip any way, which I didn’t object to for sure. I held back as long as I could but, eventually, I gave way to an abnormal release of hot jism.
Suzie, wiped me off and set to work completing my massage. What an afternoon of pure, unadulterated, erotic pleasure. Now it was Trish’s turn.
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Master had purred his way through a very sensuous massage and a great cum, even if I do say so myself. I could still feel the stinging slashes of the thin whip Suzie had recently wielded against my ass. I guess, if truth be told, they did enhance my performance on top of my new Master, and they were plenty exciting to me as well. My cunt juices were running full tilt when I lay down, tits up, on Suzie’s massage table.
“Certainly, if there is to be a next time here with you two, I will have to bring my ‘big girl’ table with me,” Suzie said. “I use that particular table for girls who have nice full tits like yours, sweetie. It has two padded holes where your tits fit and not get all scrunched up when you lay on your front. In fact, I’ll get someone to deliver it now so it will be here when you are ready to turn over.”
The bitch was beginning to settle in on me now; she had recognized I had a damned nice figure for a girl of my height, and not all that different from hers. She had me lay on a warm pad under a soft top cover which was so very soothing. And, she placed a warm towel over me before she started. By the time she was ready to touch me I actually liked her.
Now, to be sure, I was not the first girl Suzie and worked on. Not only did she touch my toes and the rest of me, but she got right into my cunt and rubbed my clit until I was ready to cum.
“Master, Sir, Suzie has me in quite an agitated and erotic state now, Sir. May I please cum before she drives me crazy? Please Sir!” I said uneasily.
He must have nodded to Suzie, because she took me beyond my ability to control myself and made me cum three times in a row; the first one throbbed for well over a minute, and I must have made some unintelligible noises because they both laughed at me. I was beginning to like her more and more.
The arrival of the ‘big girl’ table was made apparent by a quick knock on the door. Master had to retrieve it from the hallway himself. In retrospect I wondered what if someone on the floor gotten a glimpse of that table with two obvious tit holes; what would they have thought?
In any event, once the table was retrieved and set up, Suzie said, “Sir, I don’t want to suggest how you should treat this squealing, blubbering, mass of flesh you call your slave, but I’ve seen other masters attach clips on their slave’s nipples from under the table.”
“Oh, dear god in heaven,” I thought. “What a bitch! Never mind how I felt about her after that last cum session.”
And of course, Master thought the nipple clip idea was just great. He moved like a cat under the table once I was situated, and attached not only the clips themselves, but he also added the fishing weights he had purchased to each of them, which had the effect of distending my poor nipples even more cruelly. When Suzie got around to fingering my ass hole, my whole body was aflame in unbridled, erotic, sensitivity once again.
Master must have seen me undulating on the table like I was actually fucking the thing and given Suzie a nod, because she was quick to reach between my legs to bring me to another reverberating, and very gratifying, climax.
“Not such a bad chick after all,” I thought.
Master arranged for her to return Thursday afternoon, and Suzie said she would leave the ‘big girl’ table in the suite until she came back. After she got dressed and got paid, I just laid on the table with a quivering and dripping cunt, happy to be just where I was.
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The End of Chapter # 3