Hotel Rendevous

 

April was nervous, the petite brunette with long wavy black hair kept looking at her partner Mark for reassurance. Fortunately for her Mark was not of a nervous disposition, the 37 year old was just under two metres in height with not an ounce of flab on his 108kg frame and the kind of solid self confidence that such a build brings to a man. He sat back comfortably in his chair in the hotel lounge with a beer on the table in front of him and surveyed the room. April saw dark brown wavy hair, brown eyes that very rarely showed anything other than a smile set in the square jawed handsome face that had first attracted her.

"What's the matter my little one, not cold feet surely? You were the one that suggested we found some other playmates."

"Uhmn...I know...It's just the waiting, I'll be alright once they arrive and we get over the initial meeting bit. The arrangement was to be here for 3 pm wasn't it?"

Mark looked up across the room behind where April was sitting.

"It was and you won't have to worry for much longer they have just arrived. Sit tight I'll go and bring them over here."

He rose, stepped past April and made his way towards the couple who had just entered the bar. This was, he thought, always the slightly tricky part of first contact, when you saw two people who strongly resembled the photos of those people you were here to meet but there was always the potential for that one in a million chance that they were not those who you were here to meet with. As he moved towards them his thoughts were...

Confidence is all, he is Andrew and she is Marion.

As he closed with them he smiled and extended a hand to the man.

"Hi, you must be Andrew and this is, I presume, your lovely partner Marion."

What he did not say was that she looked different when fully clothed and not wearing a collar or leather bondage straps. The man he had called Andrew smiled and took the extended hand in one of his own.

"I am indeed Andrew, this is Marion and you must be Mark. Have you been waiting for very long? We were somewhat delayed by bad traffic."

"Not at all, we had just checked into the hotel and had drinks served. April is sitting over there." He pointed to a table where April who had now turned in her seat waved to them. "If we order some drinks for you at the bar we can then go and wait with her."

With the drinks ordered the three made their way to the table. April, who stood to greet them, noticed Andrew's appraising look as she rose smoothly to her feet. He too was thinking of the difference in appearance between the slim clothed young woman in front of him and the almost naked images of her spread and restrained. He quickly repressed the twinge in his groin, plenty of time for that later, getting the first part of this kind of rendezvous over and making everyone comfortable was all important. He bent and kissed April on both cheeks while murmuring how delighted he was to see her and how pretty she looked, in much the same way as Mark had already complimented Marion. The four of them sat, each couple side by side with Mark facing Marion and Andrew facing April. It was Andrew who spoke first, a big well-made man in his mid-forties with blonde hair and blue eyes, he was a commanding figure.

"You didn't have a problem finding the place then?"

"Not at all, the details you gave were perfect for programming the GPS and we came straight here." Mark replied. "I can see why you suggested it, it's is a lovely hotel and the location is superb, I take it you have been here before."

Andrew replied, he had been resting his eyes on the delightful expanse of thigh revealed by April's short skirt, the edges of stocking tops were just visible, but he was too old a hand to let this make him lose track of a conversation.

"Many times, the rooms are excellent without being too fussy and not expensive, the food is good and..."

He paused as a waiter approached with the drinks for himself and Marion. When the drinks had been served and the waiter departed he continued.

"It's very discrete, the garden has a whole series of lovely little alcoves where a group can sit without any fear of being overheard or overlooked. You have to go to the bar for drinks, table service is only in the interior bar area but this is, for us I think, an advantage."

Mark smiled.

"It is indeed. Have you checked in yet?"

"No, but Marion can do that as soon as she has finished her drink, we can take a drink for her and ourselves and she can meet us in the garden as soon as she has finished checking in. Is that clear my dear?"

The reply was softly spoken but clearly audible to all four of them at the table.

"Yes master, of course, as you wish."

The conversation continued while they all sipped their drinks and tried, as people do when meeting for the first time, to gain some understanding of each other. In a very short time the drinks were finished, they rose and made their way to the bar where Andrew ordered another round of drinks. Marion excused herself and having collected the car keys from Andrew left to collect their luggage and check in leaving Andrew, Mark and April to make their way to the garden with the drinks. They soon found a table set, as Andrew had described, in a leafy alcove surrounded by a hedge on three sides. They sat as before with Andrew facing April and Mark facing the empty spot which would soon be occupied by Marion. April sipped at her beer and looked around her.

"This is so lovely, calm, peaceful and, as you said, so private."

"It is indeed, and as you will soon begin to understand, perfect for the needs of such as us. Ah, here she is my lady, and of course my slave. We were just talking about how peaceful and private it is here my dear. I think it is time to break the ice so to speak. Show Mark and his slave your tits."

Marion, April noticed, did not hesitate for one moment she simply undid the buttons on the loose blouse she was wearing and pulled it apart to reveal two large very shapely breasts, the nipples of each were pierced with a heavy gauge stainless steel ring. She stood looking into the alcove facing Andrew and Mark, Andrew looked up at her.

"Bend forward let master Mark feel your tits."

Marion bent at the waist to put her breasts within Mark's reach. He wasted no time raising both hands upwards so that the tips of his fingers rested on the undersides of both breasts. He lifted them gently and then began to circle his thumbs on the nipples, Marion responded with a gentle sigh and Mark turned to her master.

"She's already excited I see, her nipples are hard."

"She's a slut, in a moment you can feel her cunt, it will be wet but before that squeeze the slut's nipples hard and twist them, hurt her, she needs that."

Mark was, of course, a sadist and needed no further encouragement to torment Marion. He squeezed both nipples fiercely between his forefingers and thumbs, digging his thumbnails into the sensitive nubs, grinding them against the steel rings while at the same time twisting and pulling. Marion stood firmly in place as her breasts were stretched away from her rib cage under the savage assault. She made no sound other than a hissed intake of breath as the pressure was applied to her nipples. After a few seconds Mark released his grip. He still kept his fingertips under her breasts lifting them slightly. He turned to Andrew.

"They are really quite splendid, I take it that you do whip them, it must be a sight to see them bounce under the lash."

"It is indeed as we will see later."

"That I will look forward to."

"It will be my pleasure. Now slave lift your skirt, show the master your cunt."

Mark moved his hands away from Marion's breasts and watched as she slid her short skirt up her long slim thighs over her stocking tops until she held the hem of the skirt up to her waist and her sex was in plain view. She shuffled her legs apart and stood looking straight ahead awaiting her next instruction. Mark looked at the woman's sex, it was bare of all pubic hair, each labia was decorated with three heavy gauge stainless steel rings, a further ring above them was obviously there to excite her clitoris. Above her sex, about where the hairline would have been, was a tattooed number which Mark recognised as a slave registration number. The labia were glistening with moisture. Andrew spoke again.

"Finger the slut, she is ready, wet and waiting for some attention."

Mark extended a hand, slid it between the smooth spread thighs and then moved it forward with a finger extended. The finger parted the labia effortlessly sliding into the hot wet interior of the woman. He moved the finger within her until he found her clit and began to gently frig her. Within seconds she was moving against his finger. Andrew spotted this motion.

"Mark, would you please use your other hand to pull on her cunt rings? Hurt the slut, she didn't ask for permission to fuck your finger."

Mark did as he was instructed, he used his other hand to grasp the top two labia rings on each side and pulled on them while at the same time continuing to frig Marion's clit. As with the nipple torture there was no great sign that Marion was suffering other than a rapid intake of breath as he pulled on the rings. He continued to carry out this combination of torture and pleasuring for several seconds before releasing the rings and withdrawing his finger.

"Suck your juice off the master's fingers slave."

Marion bent her head forward and took the fingers of each Mark's hands into her mouth, she licked them clean and then at her master's command bent her head lower so that Mark could dry his fingers on her hair. When he was finished she stood at Andrew's command and turned to face away from the two men before bending at the waist until she was holding her ankles. Andrew commanded April, who was sitting alongside Marion, to raise Marion's skirt until the smooth rounded curves of her buttocks were displayed to the two men. The cheeks showed the marks of a recent caning or whipping. Mark raised a hand and ran it over the silky surface enjoying the feel of the well-toned muscle and the slightly raised areas that were the marks of the lash or the cane, he thought cane was the most likely. He also noticed that nestling between Marion's cheeks was the cut glass top of a butt plug. He turned to the other man.

"She has a superb arse, I see that she has been caned or whipped recently and that she is plugged."

"She was caned this morning, I either cane her arse or whip her cunt most mornings. If I cane her arse then I also fuck her arse. Today I left the plug in place because I'm sure that she will be used there again before the day is out. When I whip her cunt I usually whip the inside of her thighs as well before using her there, this is a reward for her pleasing me by being quiet while being whipped and keeping her thighs spread."

Mark laughed.

"I also use April's cunt as a reward for good behaviour, the rest of the time I use her mouth or arse."

"That's the way of it, is it not? Now while my slave is on display why don't we let your little slut fondle her?"

"Of course."

Marion who had not been commanded to stand was still bent forward holding her ankles. Mark spoke to April.

"Slave, stroke her thighs and her arse, I'll tell you when to stop."

April was sitting alongside of Marion she turned her seat, extended her left arm and began to stroke the insides of Marion's thighs starting at the knee and working her way up each thigh. She stopped just below Marion's sex and began to smooth the palm of her hand over Marion's cheeks. The skin felt so smooth but the weals left by the cane were raised.

They're like traffic humps on a smooth road, her skin is so smooth and the muscles underneath so firm, I suppose they'll let her do this to me. Hope so, it's so sexy.

She continued with the stroking until Mark told her to stop and Andrew told Marion to stand to face April, and then to bend forward to present her tits to April. When Marion had completed this task April found herself presented with a pair of beautiful full breasts. She raised her hands to touch them with her fingertips and then lifted them both slightly. Marion was breathing deeply, clearly affected by the touch of April's fingers on her breasts, her breathing quickened slightly as April began to circle her thumbs on and around Marion's nipples. She could feel them harden to the touch and rubbed her thumbs across the sensitive nubs even more firmly. Andrew called out to her.

"Pinch her nipples, twist them, pull on them, hurt her."

April had been expecting this command, she gripped each nipple between the finger and thumb of each hand and began to squeeze, twist and pull. She found herself looking straight into Marion's eyes and realised that they were slightly out of focus.

She's away, she's in subspace already!

The thought made her pinch, pull and twist the nipples quite savagely which resulted in Marion breathing a little more heavily but no sound, no other sign of discomfort. Andrew allowed the torment to continue for a minute more before calling on April to stop. As soon as April released her grip Andrew told Marion to stand and spread her legs wide. Seconds later Mark gave April the command she had been expecting with some trepidation.

"Finger her cunt, pleasure the slut."

For only the second time in her life April touched the sex of another woman. She slid a finger between the ringed labia into the hot wet interior of Marion's sex. Within seconds she had found Marion's clit and was gently massaging it with the ball of her finger in the same way she played with her own clit. She looked up past the twin mounds of Marion's breasts to Marion's face but could make no contact, the other woman was staring straight ahead and ignoring all else. Suddenly she heard another command.

"Now hurt her, keep playing with her clit but pull the rings on her labia, I want to see her cunt lips stretched."

April never thought to disobey, she simply raised her other hand, took hold of the most accessible pair of rings and pulled hard stretching the labia and eliciting a moan which might have been pain or might have been pleasure she wasn't sure. She continued the pleasure/pain actions until told by Marion's master to stop. Unlike when Mark had been fingering Marion she was not told to clean April's fingers instead Mark told her to suck her own fingers to 'get used to the taste of cunt'. Once that command had been carried out Marion was told to sit.