Her hand came back to my head she pushed me lower onto the floor. Now my face and shoulders were directly on the carpeting, but my ass was pitched high in the air, exposed and vulnerable for her to do as she wished. Excitement was building and percolating inside me. I started to feel the heat from deep inside my core revealing the signs of my lust to simmer. We needed no words from this point since my only task was to keep down and wait for her to lead.

 

While I was waiting, I pondered what she'll do next? Is it going to be painful? Will she give me pleasure? Does she just want to tease me and torment me? Has she packed away and toys to use or will she just touch and pleasure me with her fingers and mouth? Will she tie me up? Oh god, I do hope she's brought the handcuffs. Will she let me to eat her sweet pussy? Will she just savagely fuck me endlessly? Does she even like my pussy? Perhaps she wants to take my ass? I was hoping that she would just take and enjoy me. I'd hoped I could take away some of the tension she had been feeling lately. I hoped she'd allow me to savor her sweet juices that evening. Allowing me to please her was my secret wish.

 

The longer I waited and pondered about, the more difficult it was for me to avoid squirming there. I was quite aware of the rough fabric from the carpet brushing against my areola's. My imagination only added fuel to the fire of my desire while I stayed and waited. Then I heard the next commercial come on air and I felt her stirring about, moving around up there on the bed. My breathing began to grow faster. She moves over next to the table. I hear a zipper opening and some stuff being rustled. What is she digging for? Has she packed a toy bag? As I tried to shift my position, the carpet brushed against hard nipples and I gasp a slight groan.

 

"Rachel, I'm going out to get some ice. Stay right there until I return, I'll be back in a few."

 

"Yes Mistress." I felt the cool air rush in as she opened the door. However, the door didn't close shut. Jesus! I was there in the nude, kneeling with my face on the carpet, exposed to an open door. If anyone walked by they could see me. Nervousness and shame combined with a jolt of arousal flooded my body. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, my clit began to throb in anticipation of what may or may not happen. My head was facing the television so I couldn't see even if someone were out there. Oh well, it didn't really matter anyway. Who would be walking by this door in a random hallway of some no-name motel .No one had known me there. Besides, I trusted her and she wouldn't let anything happen to me.