the5.erotic/senses_2

Quivering. That is only word to describe my body's reaction to this monumental event.

/kwiver(r)/ - v. tremble or vibrate with a slight, rapid motion.

Yes, I was definitely quivering.

8000 miles from my apartment in Topeka, checking into a little hotel in a remote French town. I rang the little bell at the reception desk. The sea breeze from the open door forced my nipples to stiffen hard against the fabric of my summer dress. The hairs on my arms silently rose up and stood tall, vibrating. I crossed my arms and kind of hugged myself, contemplating The Moment.

I wouldn't even have been able to find France on a map a week ago. I didn't even know how to get a passport issued - you don't need a passport when you've never been out of Kansas. But this is where He told me to come and I did so, without a moment of doubt or hesitation. I was careful to follow His instructions to the letter.

I quivered at the thought of meeting Him. I doubted if there would ever be a greater, defining moment in my life. I had waited 2 years for this since falling under his spell on the internet and giving my life to Him. I served him eagerly and unfailingly. He had given me, through his domination, a sense of belonging, a sense of being appreciated. Something I had never had before, having been the one-you-never-notice-and-soon-forget at high school. My mousy, plain appearance as good as any invisibility shield.

But He had noticed me and that was all that mattered in this life or any other.

At his command I redecorated my apartment to suit his tastes and set up a series of web cams so that he could follow my every move. He paid my rent and expenses and gave me an allowance for food and essentials. Always transferred from exotic foreign accounts into my back account.

I lived naked in my flat and acted upon his every wish, performing for him, pleasing him, for the past two years. I hadn't had a cock in all that time, but that didn’t seem to matter. The only cock I saw was His. His web cam showed nothing but his cock. Flaccid, erect, in between. A pearl of piss in his slit after he had been to the bathroom. Covered in cum after I had made him happy. I knew every cell, every wrinkle, of his cock like it was my own.

The door to the backroom of the reception opened. Why here? Was He French? Why this hotel? So many questions and I had to keep reminding myself that I may never know the answers, even after meeting Him. I knew his name was Xavier, that's it.

An older woman came out of the backroom and greeted me with a smile. Even though she must have been pushing 50, she was still pretty. Long, greying blonde hair swept up in a loose bun and a nice body. Plump but I could see she used to be lovely. I became more self-conscious and lowered my eyes. I hardly talked to anyone since meeting Him and suddenly, having travelled to France, I had to talk to all sorts of people at check ins, on the plane, in the taxis. And now this French receptionist.

I was very self-aware and embarrassed at my plain, mousy appearance. For 2 years, He was the only one who saw me and I felt his love for me and my hang-ups about my frumpy appearance faded. Now the world was looking and I thought about my ass - a little too big, my tits - a little too saggy for a 25 year old. I was never a looker. Until I met Him, of course.

The woman spoke with a strong accent.

"You must be Mr. Xavier's _sub."

I wondered how she knew but didn't ask questions. It wasn't my place so I merely nodded. I used to have a name but He calls me _sub. Beauty in the simplicity.

"Welcome. I've been instructed to show you to your room and prepare you. Follow me."

I picked up my suitcase and dutifully followed her – up the stairs to the third floor. She knew Him, I guess, and I was jealous for a moment when I wondered if she was another of his playthings. I pushed the thought out of my head.

We walked in silence down the fraying Persian rug in the hallway and she opened the door of room 303 and went in. I followed.

It was sparsely furnished. A solid-looking bed, a little bathroom and a little table with two chairs. While it was hot outside, the room was cool and damp and the air was still. The thin black drapes were drawn, darkening the room. Nothing special, but I was there for one reason only. Meeting Him.

"Take a shower." The woman’s voice was still friendly, but more firm. I put my suitcase down and immediately went into the bathroom. "Leave the door open. Mr. Xavier has chosen the soaps and shampoos for you."

I turned on the shower and found there was no hot water. With the cold water electrifying my skin, I washed with the selected soaps and shampoos, thrilled that they were chosen with me alone in mind.

I dried my hair after turning off the water and went back into the room. The woman hadn't moved, but she was now naked, her clothes folded meticulously on a chair. Her body revealed that she was definitely around 50, but she looked good. She was tanned all over and her skin looked as though she had spent all 50 years in the sun. It was a deep golden brown. I was very aware of my own pale body.

"Now I must prepare you, _sub." I nodded and awaited her instructions.

"Open that attaché case by the table. Take out the contents. Place them on the bed in an orderly fashion."

I did exactly as she told me. Or as He had told her to tell me. I was excited to see what toys He had selected for me. I was a little disappointed to open the case and see only three items, all black.

A huge roll of industrial-quality, glossy, black gaffer tape, a rather large black buttplug and a little vial of liquid. That was it. I placed them carefully on the bed.

"Take a chair and place it in the middle of the room, at the foot of the bed."

I stood behind the chair, head bowed, heart beating so hard I could feel every pulse thump through my body.

The woman came over. Very close. She stood in front of me. Her nipples were erect and she was so close that they thrust out towards me and jabbed my own fleshy breasts like daggers. She brushed the hair out of my eyes.

"You are anxious to experience The Moment, no? You are anxious to experience His Touch."

"yes..." I knew I shouldn't have spoken. His discipline was present even if He was not. But she didn't mind.

"The Moment will be spectacular. I experienced The Moment many years ago and it lives in my mind even today."

I smiled meekly as she moved around me, her dagger nipples never leaving my skin. She picked up the gaffer tape and tore off a strip of about 6 inches in length and moved in front of me again. She held it up in front of my face.

“Hold your hair back.” As I did so, she placed the tape firmly over my eyes and the world went black. The adhesive sucked hungrily at my pale skin, suffocating the pores around my eyes. She pressed the tape firmly down, holding the back of my head with one hand, and pressing with the palm of the other.

My breathing caused my breasts to rise and fall against her nipples. Occasionally my own, bullet-hard nipples bumped into hers and it was all I could do to fight the temptation to wiggle about and rub my tits against hers. I had never had a thing for women, but being here, with all the adrenalin and trepidation surging through my every cell, I was ready for anything.

“Extend your arms.”

She ripped off a long piece of gaffer tape. I heard the familiar sound of it being pulled off the roll. That sharp, scratching sound of powerful adhesive. She bound my wrists together, tightly, with the tape. My fingers were intertwined as though I was praying – which I guess I was. Praying that The Moment would come soon.

"Now bend over the back of the chair, placing your hands on the seat."

My hands fumbled to find the chair and I bent over, as instructed. The cold wood of the old chair bit into my ribcage. My hands rested on the smooth, round wooden seat. My wrists glued firmly together, the adhesive sucking at them.

I could hear her move about and feel the air shift as she did so. She ripped off a couple of small strips of tape and reached under my breasts. She pulled hard on a nipple, pinching it roughly to stimulate the blood and get it to maximum size. She wrapped both nipples tightly in little strips of tape. Only the nipple, not the areole. She repeated this on the other nipple. The sensation was incredible, as though they were constantly squeezed and restricted in their swelling with blood.

The woman now moved around behind me and ripped off more gaffer tape. I could sense her moving close to my ass and then squatting down behind me. I felt her warm breath on my shaved cunt and asshole. She was looking at me, I was sure of it.

“Spread your legs.”

I felt my cunt lips spread and separate as I did so and my warm wetness was suddenly exposed to the cool air. It felt like a human touch.

And then she touched me, that French woman. She grabbed an ass cheek and spread it open, exposing more of me. My body shifted to counter her pulling motion. I felt her other hand go in between my ass and the microscopic hairs around my ass registered her touch as a 9 on my own Richter scale. I felt an edge of gaffer tape being placed on the inside of my ass cheek, somewhere between my asshole and my cunt. She stood up and, while spreading the cheek with one hand, she pulled hard on the tape. It wrapped around my butt and fastened it on my hip. She repeated this on the other butt cheek, smoothing the tape down to provide maximum stick, and then added one more strip on each cheek, this time wrapping them around to end on my thighs.

It hurt a little and I bit my lip. By all accounts, my ass and cunt were now forcibly spread open as far as they could go, my ass held parted by the searing adhesive of the tape. The cool air in the room invading my every crevice.

I was no longer quivering. Trembling is the new word. An imperceptible vibration of every nerve ending in my body. I concentrated on breathing steadily.

She was now in front of me. I heard a little pop and guessed it was the vial. A scent hit me hard, invading my nostrils. I twitched at the feeling of her finger, wet with some liquid, rubbing the skin under my nose. I can’t describe the smell, exactly. Not unpleasant, kind of like vanilla, but strangely anonymous. It was sharp at first but soon faded into nothingness, but never fading completely. As I tried to work out the smell I suddenly realised that all other scents had been voided. The French woman’s perfume, the musky dampness of the room, the soap and shampoo – all of it gone. It was a strange feeling, losing two senses – sight and smell – all at once. I immediately became more aware of my splayed ass and the sensation of all the gaffer tape restricting my body.

The woman moved over to the bedside table and opened the drawer. The air was so still in the room and I could sense her movements. She returned to me. I couldn’t figure out what she was going to do next until I felt something sliding down the side of my head. Leather? Perhaps. It was soft and cushion-like. When the woman let go, I knew instantly. Industrial hearing protectors. Like in factories. Thick cushions surrounded my ears and I could feel the plastic strap loop over the top of my head.

All sound disappeared. It was quiet in the room before, but now I could hear nothing at all, only a faint vacuum-like whooshing sound as my ears adjusted to the forced silence.

I was there, in a foreign hotel room, bent over a chair, bound with gaffer tape, my cunt and ass more exposed than ever before, and I could see, smell and hear nothing at all. The Moment, I knew, was near.

A rush of air as the door opened and closed. My hairs on my arms and neck told me that. She was gone. There was no movement in the room.

I don’t know how long I waited there. My trembling increased every second. Please, bring on The Moment. Please.

Suddenly, a rush of air from the door again. I thought she had returned, but I sensed right away that a larger body was now present in the room. I cocked my head slightly, trying to work out any details, but nothing was forthcoming. The person moved slowly around me, the air shifting slightly as the body bullied the air out of the way. It was Him. I was sure of it. My breath caught in my throat. Please let it be Him.

Quite unexpectedly, I felt something close to my mouth. I didn’t see or hear it coming – it was just there. As though it had always been there. My tongue tentatively crept out over my lips and suddenly it made contact.

Hot, soft skin. Salty? I couldn’t be sure. With my nose out of order, I found my taste buds were also dulled. But I licked and realised it was His cock. His hard cock was positioned close, so close, to my mouth. My heartbeat began slamming violently throughout my body. I licked the head, trying hard not to scream in ecstasy. So long. I had waited so long for this. He was here now, with me, offering me His cock.

I opened my mouth and felt His cockhead move forward to rest gently on my lips. I opened wider and His cockhead entered my mouth. I held it there, sucking softly on it. My body on fire.

Just as suddenly, he withdrew his cock, leaving me gasping. I thrust my head forward, trying to find it again, but he moved out of range. I felt blood rush from my heart into my labia, swelling them until I thought they would burst. Rushing, too, into the small, sensitive folds of skin around my puckered asshole. I felt my heartbeat in my clit and my sphincter.

He moved around behind me – at least I thought he did – I was sure of nothing.

Like thunder and lightning my ass cheek exploded in a violent flash of searing, orange pain. The whirlwind of pain then funnelled down to boil directly in my hard, pulsing clit. It was His hand that struck me and it was glorious.

I tensed, expecting the next blow, but it never came, instead His hot breath swirled around my splayed, exposed cunt and ass. He was probing me with His eyes.

Without warning, my sphincter muscles reeled at the sensation of a cold, hard object forcing its way into my puckered hole. It was slender and rounded at first but increased in girth. The buttplug. Of course. I held my breath and forced my muscles back against the plug to accommodate it. He slid it in slowly and steadily with an unknown lubricant until the wide part almost split me apart and then became narrow again, settling firmly into my ass with a popping sensation.

I craved to see Him, to smell Him, to hear His breathing, but this was His way, and I was privileged to be a part of His life.

He held the plug firmly in my ass with His finger and gently rotated it, sending shock waves throughout my body. I was careful not to make a sound. That was always His instructions via web cam – I was never permitted to utter a word. Only on the odd occasion when I was permitted to make myself cum for Him. I feared that sounds came out of my mouth – sounds I was unable to hear – for with the hearing protectors blocking out sound I couldn’t tell if my ragged breathing was spiced with squeals. I feared He would end this Moment.

But He did not.

A strong, thick finger ran down my quim from the plug, through the no-man’s land and then along my sopping slit. My engorged labia seemingly sucked at His digit, urging Him to insert it inside my hungry, lusting cunt. But His movement was slow, not teasing, merely curious. Feeling the bulging labia and my juice ooze out from deep within me.

His finger stopped when it found my clit. My legs started shaking uncontrollably as He held it there. My own quaking body served only to increase the friction and stimulate me even more. A large, muscular hand, warm as a summer’s day, flattened against my ass cheek, holding me steady.

After 2 years without a cock, without the touch of a male hand, I soon felt the tremors of an orgasm rumble within my soul, radiating out from my epicenter clit. He sensed it too, and withdrew, leaving my ass to wiggle madly in the air. It began to fade until He flicked the plug roughly and the seeds of orgasm began to flourish again. He flicked the plug a few times and, each time, I shivered with the impending orgasm, only to feel it fade away again, without release.

I was going insane. I craved his touch like the water of an oasis.

There was a long pause without contact and all I could feel was the rise and fall of my own chest and the intense trembling of my body. He was there, I knew He was, but I was made to wait.

With all the intensity of a high-speed car crash, his cockhead felt as though it slammed against my hot labia, forcing them apart. His cock. This was The Moment. This was it. Now. It was happening. I wept behind the gaffer tape on my eyes, the tears finding no course and instead pooling against my eyes, stinging me but I was beyond caring. His cock was readying Itself to enter me.

I mustn’t push backwards, I mustn’t push backwards. The words shouting in my brain. I wanted Him and His cock. I wanted my reward. Hadn’t I deserved it? My nipples expanded, tightly constrained by the gaffer tape.

His regal cock rested there between my parted cunt lips. Shaved and smooth, just for Him. My lips tried to wrap themselves around His huge, bulbous head in an embrace and carry Him inside my waiting hole.

Days, years passed by as I waited, resisting a scream as long as time itself.

The breath was knocked out of my body when He thrust forwards and His impossibly long cock slid rudely, beautifully, gloriously inside my aching cunt. It speared me and sent hot rushes of pure pleasure throughout my body. I was aware of my mouth hanging open and long ropes of spit dripping down onto my hands. No matter.

He roared inside of me like a freight train and didn’t stop until He was well and truly buried deep inside my fertile womb. His girth forcing my silken walls into submission and ordering them to expand to accommodate Him.

There He remained. Unmoving. Unflinching. Letting me absorb His cock, feeling every impressive inch of it impale me.

It felt so massive and intrusive that I could feel it twitch with every heartbeat. As though my body was lifted off the ground with every beat.

It started somewhere deep, deep inside of me. An unknown well of pure pleasure from which the most violent orgasms are borne. Hot lava of desire roared up and consumed my body, burning me inside and out, and I held my breath for days as I was catapulted over the edge.

The single most defining moment of my submissive life. Fireworks and earthquakes and flocks of singing birds echoed through my brain. He gave me an orgasm. He let me cum on His cock. I left this earth and didn’t ever want to return.

However, inevitably, I floated downwards again to join my body. His cock was still immobile in my cunt and I gasped for air like a newborn.

When He was satisfied that I had pleasured myself, I felt His hands on my ass. He gently pushed my hips back and forth, allowing my body to slide on and off His cock. When His hands disappeared, I understood. I had never expected this. That He would let me do this. But I quickly obeyed.

I between to rock my ass and hips rock back and forth. He stood still and let me do it. He let me fuck Him. I moved forward, until His cockhead caressed my lips and then moved back until He was once more buried inside my cunt. I continued my rhythm, keeping it steady, not wanting to seem too eager and yet eager to pleasure Him.

My cunt spit out His cock and then sucked it back in. He never moved. Only His cock and my cunt were in contact. So long was His cock that I felt I needed the whole length of the room to slide my cunt off of His shaft. He played with the buttplug, withdrawing it slightly and pushing it home again.

A sudden slap, stinging my ass once again and I knew what He wanted. I increased my humping, my obedient backwards-fucking of His cock. Faster and faster, trying to stay on my feet. Slamming my ass and cunt back onto Him. Urging Him to cum with my sucking hole.