The Bisexual Submissive Pt. 05

'Yes Mistress. Should I do that now?' she asked.

'No kitten, now we are going to discuss your limits,' came the reply.

Nikki felt a little aggrieved that she was expected to have this conversation naked and with her Mistress's juices drying across her face, but she immediately pushed the thought away, acknowledging that it had no place in the mind of a submissive. Then for the next hour they discussed all manner of sexual proclivities, the Mistress noting things down in a leather-bound book as they moved from topic to topic.

Nikki was surprised by just how much she hadn't considered. Still new to the BDSM scene, she had a lot still to learn and was grateful that her Mistress was taking the discussion seriously and not taking advantage of the fact Nikki had just not considered certain topics.

The list of hard limits hadn't taken long to compile and Nikki had taken comfort from the fact her Mistress had been nodding as the list had developed. It seemed their tastes weren't wildly different. The soft limit list had prompted much more discussion. They had started with Nikki's concerns over images of herself finding their way onto the internet and the Mistress had given assurances that all images she recorded actually belonged to Nikki and wouldn't be used without the submissive's permission. The topic was revisited when they discussed involving others in their activities, Nikki raising the concern that a third party seeing her naked wouldn't necessarily adopt the same stance as Mistress when it came to image rights. The Mistress assured Nikki that safeguards would be in place and so Nikki agreed to third party involvement not appearing on either list. As the discussion drew to a close both women were satisfied they knew where they stood and where the boundaries lay.

'Right, it will soon be time for dinner,' said the Mistress. 'Why don't you go and freshen up kitten while I unpack. Tonight you will wear what I have brought for you my dear, so when you are ready present yourself naked in the bedroom and your outfit will be waiting for you.'

Nikki rose from the seat that was now damp with her juices after the hour discussing all manner of sexual acts and situations. Giving no thought to the fact she was still naked, she made her way to the bathroom wondering what would be in store for her when she returned to the bedroom. And still there had been no mention of whether they were sharing this one room. Clearly if she was unpacking, the Mistress would not be moving to the adjoining room.

Nikki looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. She had chosen to wear no makeup, having noticed on their first encounter that the Mistress hadn't. It had been a good decision as the juices she could see smothered across her face from her nose down to her chin would have made quite a mess. Taking a delightfully soft, fluffy towel from the rail she stepped across to the walk-in shower and switched on the water. After the cold chill of the air conditioning, the warmth of the water coursing across her skin was comforting. But not wanting to keep her Mistress waiting, Nikki didn't linger too long, keeping her hair clear of the water and focusing her attention on cleaning her body, especially the stickiness on her face and inner thighs.

With Nikki in the shower, the Mistress had time to unpack some of the equipment she had brought for the weekend away from the prying eyes of her submissive. Putting various whips and paddles into cupboards along with her clothes, the Mistress noticed Nikki's case and shoes tucked away at the bottom of a wardrobe. There was no sign of Nikki having unpacked and it suddenly dawned on the Mistress that Nikki may still be wondering what the sleeping arrangements were to be. She chuckled as she continued with her unpacking, the final act of which was to lay out the outfit purchased especially for Nikki and the night the Mistress had planned for her.

It wasn't long after the Mistress had finished that Nikki emerged from the bathroom. Naked as instructed, she felt less self-conscious as she walked to the bedroom and stood in the entranceway, head bowed.

'Wait kitten,' the Mistress commanded.

Nikki looked up, confused.

'The position, my dear. Remember how I described it to you. Adopt the position 'wait', now,' Mistress repeated with a slight edge to her voice, clearly not impressed that she had needed to explain.

Nikki reacted, raising her hands and clasping them together behind her head, spreading her legs shoulder width apart and leaning forward slightly at the waist. 'Very good. Now I have bought you an outfit for this evening. I have guessed at your size but I'm normally a good judge. Why don't you get dressed and then we can go down to dinner?'

Nikki looked at the bed. A wispy summer dress was laid out, with string shoulder straps and a bodice that looked as though it would wrap itself around her chest, descending to cover her midriff before flaring to a loose-fitting skirt. The material was a thin cotton, the base colour a light blue with a beautiful floral pattern adding to the summer theme. It was nothing like the sort of style Nikki would normally choose, which served to further take her out of her comfort zone. Next to the dress lay a pair of low-heeled sandals, white straps above a small cork sole and heel. Again nothing like Nikki's normal choice in footwear.

Suddenly remembering that she was naked, Nikki lowered her arms and moved towards the bed to get dressed. As she stepped forward she realised there was no underwear laid out with the dress. She hesitated and quickly looked around the room in case she had missed something. But she could see nothing.

'Mistress, there is no underwear.' The words sounding more of a statement than a question.

'That is correct little one. I have decided you will go without this evening. Tonight will be a lesson. When serving me you will accept that I choose how you will appear to the outside world. You have to learn to be comfortable with my choices. This shouldn't be too difficult for you. I have deliberately chosen a business hotel over a weekend, so it won't be busy. Now please get dressed. I'm going to freshen myself up. And when you are ready, you should unpack your case my dear. Use the wardrobe you've left your case in.' With that, the Mistress strode past the naked submissive and headed towards the bathroom.

Despite her predicament, Nikki couldn't help but stop and admire her Mistress as she walked past. She couldn't think of anyone who looked less in need of freshening up. Despite the excitement of just over an hour before, the Mistress looked sophisticated and business-like in the pencil skirt and blouse. Moving to the bed, Nikki picked up the clothing chosen by her Mistress, undid the zipper and held it in front of her, stepping into the dress. She pulled the dress up her body, slipped her shoulders under the straps and then stood straight. Moving in front of a mirror, she smoothed the body of the dress before reaching to the side and pulling up the zipper. As she had suspected, the fit was tight across her chest, loosening slightly around her waist before flaring into the type of skirt that swirled if you twisted your hips. A moment of panic reared itself when Nikki realised just how short the skirt was and she pulled down on the hem in a vain effort to increase the length. Practicing a variety of movements in front of the mirror, Nikki concluded the dress was OK when she stood still, risqué when she walked and positively indecent if she bent over. She made a mental note to lower herself in a curtseying action when she needed to sit down.

The submissive was just finishing her unpacking when her Mistress returned to the bedroom wearing a towelling robe. As she walked across to the wardrobes, she looked at Nikki and said just one word 'Wait.' Nikki immediately adopted the position, realising that by pulling herself to full height and holding her hands behind her head with arms raised, the hem of the dress had risen a few centimetres. Sneaking a look at herself in one of the full length mirrors that had been used as a wardrobe door, Nikki realised how careful she would need to be. Her pussy was fully on display.

Nikki then had her attention dragged away from her own clothing. Having opened one of the wardrobe doors, her Mistress shrugged off the robe and flung it onto the bed. Completely unselfconsciously, she stood naked in front of her submissive and plucked her choice of clothes from within. Nikki couldn't help but stare. The Mistress was a good twenty years older than Nikki by the submissive's estimate. Even so, she was clearly not ashamed of her body. Turning towards Nikki, she dropped the clothes onto the bed, picked up the panties she had chosen and bent to put them on. Her brassiere soon followed and then her choice of outer garments, tight black jeans, a silk blouse and over it a dark blue waistcoat. The outfit could easily have been made for a man and yet the Mistress appeared attractive, feminine and dominant. Nikki found herself wondering if it was to do with confidence and demeanour rather than clothing choice.

'Ready my dear?' the Mistress asked, looking at the submissive for the first time since she had returned from the bathroom.

'Yes Mistress,' came the automatic reply. The Mistress returned to the wardrobe and after a little rummaging, turned with a clutch bag in her hand. Without another word, she set off for the door, Nikki scurrying to keep up with her.

After stepping into the corridor and closing the door they set off, Mistress in the lead and Nikki just a little behind. Almost immediately the Mistress stopped and Nikki almost bumped into the back of her.

'One more thing, little one. I will do the talking tonight. You only speak when I ask you to. Understood?'

'Yes Mistress,' Nikki replied.

The lift was the usual type for a modern hotel, quite small but with a mirror on the back wall to make it look bigger. As they stepped in, Nikki looked at her reflection and was slightly taken aback at her appearance, the length of the skirt suddenly feeling much less appropriate for a public hotel than she had managed to convince herself in the privacy of their room. The Mistress noticed the sudden look of panic on the submissive's face and quietly chuckled to herself.

Exiting the lift on the ground floor they turned left and walked past the reception area on the way to the restaurant. Nikki could feel the hem of the dress bouncing slightly with every step as she rushed to keep up with the pace set by her Mistress and glanced over her shoulder to make sure no one was following, as if they had been they would have been treated to regular flashes of her bare buttocks. As they walked past reception, Nikki looked across to the desk and was pleased to see the bubbly blonde was no longer there. One less embarrassment this evening, she thought to herself.

When they arrived at the restaurant they were seated at a table for two, off to the side of the room and up against a glass, floor to ceiling window that overlooked the car park. As Nikki lowered herself onto the artificial leather seat of the chair her buttocks made contact and felt a cold caress from the plastic. There were two menus on the table, one in front of each of the women. But as soon as they had settled, the Mistress picked up both.

'I will order for you little one. Is there anything you don't like? Any allergies? You may speak.'

'No Mistress. I will eat whatever you feel is appropriate.'

'Very good answer my dear,' the Mistress said, nodding approvingly.

After a couple of minutes in which Mistress's full attention was taken by the menu, Nikki sensed someone walking towards the table in her peripheral vision and turned to see who would be waiting on them for the evening. She was mortified to see it was the blonde receptionist from earlier, now wearing a figure hugging black tube dress. Nikki's mind was immediately dragged back to the last time they had seen each other, Nikki kneeling naked in the room upstairs. The blonde was also clearly embarrassed, her hurried look at Nikki quickly diverted towards the Mistress.

'Are you ready to order ladies?' the blonde asked.

The Mistress looked up from the menu and smiled. 'Well hello. Sally isn't it? I wasn't expecting to see you tonight.'

'No ma'am. We are short staffed so I'm working a double shift,' was her reply.

'And what short a memory you have Sally. Surely you remember what I asked you to call me earlier. It wasn't ma'am, was it?'

'Er, no....Mistress,' she stammered in reply.

'Excellent. Now, our order. We will both have the same to keep it simple. Smoked salmon to start and then the dover sole please. And I will have a glass of the Californian sauvignon blanc please. My companion will have water.' The Mistress spoke without hesitation and without having asked Nikki for her preferences.

'Thank you, Mistress,' the young waitress said as she retreated from their table.

For the next five minutes as they waited for their first course Mistress chatted as though their dining together was a regular occurrence, mentioning the fact she had been to the hotel a couple of times on business and that 'her company', as she referred to it, used the hotel regularly. Conscious of the fact she had been instructed not to talk unless invited, Nikki listened attentively and nodded occasionally but did not join in the conversation.

Nikki had an uninterrupted view of the restaurant by glancing to her left. The Mistress was facing Nikki and therefore had to look slightly behind her, over her right shoulder to see what was going on. Nikki's attention was suddenly drawn to Sally as she appeared from the door to the kitchen with their salmon. The Mistress immediately noticed Nikki's eyes moving and glanced behind her to see the blonde on the other side of the restaurant.

'Spread your legs kitten,' she said softly.

Nikki's attention snapped back to her Mistress. She knew it would be harder for Sally to see anything the closer she got to the table, but she also knew that from where she was at the moment there was a good chance she would see that Nikki wasn't wearing underwear. But Nikki also knew better than to object.

'Yes Mistress,' she said, slowly parting her legs and reddening as she accepted the fact she was now on display. Fortunately the only other people in the restaurant were positioned in such a way as to have their view of Nikki blocked by the position of Mistress's chair.

As she parted her legs, Nikki looked back at Sally and watched as the young woman noticed the movement and then, after a moment's pause, checked her stride. Looking away, she then resumed her walk to the table, her stare never leaving Nikki's face as she placed the plates in front of the two women.

They ate in complete silence, other than Mistress commenting on the quality of the salmon. Then, once they had finished, the Mistress moved the plates to the edge of the table before reaching down for her clutch bag. Opening it, she took something out and then placed it in the centre of the table. Nikki stared in disbelief. There in front of her lay what was unmistakeably a butt plug. Although she had never worn one before, she knew exactly what it was from her visits to the sex toy website she and Ryan had occasionally visited.

As the thoughts were running through Nikki's head, she failed to see the Mistress return to her bag for a second item, which she placed next to the plug. This was a bright pink silicone object, in a vague U shape, but with one arm much fatter than the other. Although roughly the same length, the fatter one was shaped a little like an elongated butt plug. Nikki had no idea what this was.

'Your next challenge my dear. After our delightful waitress has taken the plates away, I want you to pick these up, go and ask her where the toilets are and then insert both of these devices, please. I'm sure you know where they both go.'

As she spoke, the Mistress returned to her bag one more time, this time placing a small bottle of lube on the table. 'This should make it a little easier for you,' she added.

Nikki looked up at her Mistress and pointing at the pink object, said 'What is this Mistress, I've not seen one before.'

'My what a sheltered life you lead kitten,' the Mistress said with a broad grin on her face. 'It's a remote-controlled vibrator. The thick end goes inside you and the thin end dangles outside. That contains the transmitter. I control it from my phone. And if you position it correctly the outside bit also just happens to rub against your clitoris. What's not to like?'

Nikki's initial reaction was 'quite a lot'. The thought of her Mistress being able to switch the vibe on and off at will scared her. But she thought better than to say anything. Nikki reached to collect the objects on the table but her Mistress interrupted.

'No kitten. They stay on the table until Sally has collected the plates. I want her to see them.' The Mistress was staring intently at Nikki now. 'You see, I think Sally might just be my next project. She is giving off that submissive vibe that I've come to recognise. The fact she called me Mistress without any sort of challenge or question is always a giveaway. Deep down I think she wants to submit. So this is a test of her as much as of you kitten.'

Nikki was shocked as she realised her Mistress was developing plans for another potential sub on what Nikki had thought was a special weekend for her. She looked down at her lap as she withdrew her hand.

'Don't worry kitten, I'm not planning on her replacing you. You will always have a special place, my first female sub. But kittens do normally have at least one mate around the house don't they?' With that Mistress chuckled again.

Before Nikki could think any more about what her Mistress had just said, she realised Sally was walking across to the table. Her humiliation level rose again as she heard the sharp intake of breath from the young woman, who had obviously now seen the objects on the table. Nikki sheepishly looked up and stared into the eyes of the blonde, seeing not shock or revulsion, but curiosity.

The next few minutes seemed to pass in seconds for Nikki. Sally retreated to the kitchen with the plates. Nikki picked up the plug, the vibe and the lube, suddenly realising she had no bag and would have to carry them in her hands. Almost immediately Sally returned from the kitchen and as she did so, Nikki stood and made her way across the restaurant, looking across at the four other tables that were occupied, three by couples and one with a family of five.

'Would you direct me to the toilet please?' was all Nikki said as she approached the blonde.

'Down the corridor, past the lifts and on the left,' replied Sally.

Nikki set off, conscious that Sally's eyes would now be focused solely on Nikki's bottom which was being exposed with each stride as the hem of the dress gently bounced up, before falling back to cover her modesty. She let out a sigh of relief as she reached the toilets, pushing open the door and rushing inside, then choosing the cubicle the furthest from the door.

As she looked at the toilet she wondered how to proceed. Placing the two objects destined to end up inside her on the small shelf above the toilet she put the lube on the closed lid of the toilet and leant forward. Hoisting the hem of the dress up and allowing it to fall across her back, she felt the air on her now fully exposed bottom. She picked up the lube and the vibe. As she started to smear the lube around the wider part of the device, she heard the door of the toilet open and tried her best to calm her breathing. Whoever it was had chosen the stall next to her. Desperate to avoid any audible sign of what she was doing but not wanting to wait too long, Nikki used the noise of the catch on the other stall sliding into place as a cover for her intake of breath as she slid the vibe into place. Once she was over the initial intrusion of a foreign object inside her, Nikki realised the vibe had been extremely well designed, fitting snugly into her vagina. Her muscles contracted involuntarily to keep it in place.