My new submissive recounting one of her exhibitionist stories with a former Dom, she asked me to share it with you all. Let me know what you think and what you think of her. Enjoy!
Well here I was. I pulled up to the hotel, it was late fall but at peak check in time, 3 PM. My heart was just beating out of my chest. It was an upper class hotel, or at least my wallet thought it was. Why was I so nervous well I was here to meet my fiancé. It's our anniversary and yes it's only been a year but what a year it's been. I pulled down my sun visor and checked my parting. I looked over the blush on my cheeks and the rich red lipstick, makeup sucks but it makes you look fucking amazing. I then looked downward, I saw my black trench coat, which maybe was passable because it was cold. But there was nothing underneath. I was hairless and as smooth as possible. I had my garter belt on, hooked onto my stockings. Around my neck was a thin leather collar drawn tight and running down my back was a leather strap firmly attached to my collar. Further down there was a plug in my ass and another one in my pussy. I saw glanced at the thin gloves that ran up my arm, but you could just see my wrist. I remembered his rules, I had to walk a specific path, say specific things, and do everything he told me. I glanced at the clock, slid my heels on and pulled up to the valet. I greeted him with a smile as he took my key. He hesitated for a second, and greeted me with the usual polite greeting, clearly flustered. As he was about to get in I told him to wait, as I said that I felt the tingle of the vibe. I stammered for a second as I told him to "Keep it close, sweetie" as I handed him a twenty and gave him a wink. As I walked away I pulled the strap of my trench coat tight so it would hold to my figure. I noticed the security camera out of the corner of my eye I gave it a wave knowing he was watching. I thought about his CS degree, and smiled. I felt the vibes pulsated in opposite motions almost making me miss step. I greeted the doorman as he continued to fuck with my vibes making my voice quiver. God, what the fuck was I doing. But then I remembered who I was doing this for, and the embarrassment was well worth it. I walked toward the concierge, heels clicking loudly as I strutted, swaying my hips. I stood in the line and waited. Just looking straight ahead. He played with the vibrator over and over. He wasn't being kind at all, bringing me near orgasm, then holding it back, over and over. It sounded like my phone was going crazy on vibrate, and people kept looking around and checking there to see nothing. I could feel the eyes around me, staring at me. Some were judging me, others were eye fucking me, and in this conservative upper class town, far from my home, I was dressed so provocatively and I wasn't even done yet. As the line went I reached the desk. They gave me the standard greeting, but had a look of discontent painted on their website face. They seemed nervous it didn't help when I said "Hello, I'm (fiancé) slut, I'm here to pick up my room key.". They were clearly taken aback but they knew better than to question a guest. "His name, and your ID" she asked she typed it. I gave his name and when she looked at me for my ID, I pulled my collar up showing the engraving on the leather, which simply read (Fiancé) Slut Jennifer. " Will this do" I asked, my heart was beating out of my chest, I was so nervous and so scared that he had to turn up the vibrators to its highest setting. She said that she was unable to accept that as a valid ID, and I let out a sigh, trying not to just cum right there. I closed my eyes for a second, trying to contain myself, and pulled my ID, out of my pocket and looked her in the eyes as I gave it to her. She clicked away at her keyboard, and then handed me my ID, and my room key. "Top floor, honeymoon suite" she spit out. "Thank you, sweetheart" I said, and I winked at the camera behind the counter. I headed toward the elevator staying far away from the children's area. I stripping teen then felt the vibrations stop, then start in a specific pattern. I counted each one, five in total. Take the fifth elevator. I walked toward it, near the bar. Then pressed the button for the elevator. It started its way down, with each floor my heart beat faster and faster. He turned them up, reminding me. I looked toward the camera on the left, and I nodded. The elevator had four floors to go, as it went to three I undid the belt, as it hit two the buttons came off. I felt the cold air pass over my nipples making the hard, and at the elevator reached the first floor I lowered my shoulders letting it slide. I heard someone gasp as they saw my breasts, followed by the clicking of forks and a silence fell over the bar. At the elevator hit the lobby I removed the coat and draped it over my arm. I was rewarded with gentle vibration softly coaxing me as I closed my eyes for a moan. I smiled and opened my eyes as the bell rung and the doors parted. A few people started to file out, and then froze for a second before diverting their gaze. I walked in and got I pushed for the top floor a few people walked in without realizing and then became shocked when they saw me. They hit the door open button and all left. Soon I was on my way. Every few floors it would stop and people would stare. I felt their eyes just explore my body. Then it would close. Over and over again, people just judging me. I had my arms on the bar behind me, chest out, back straight, legs slightly spread. I had to stare at each person making eye contact, it just seemed unreal. I felt like I was going to die. My heart was just beating so fast I could hear it, my breath was labored, and of course he wasn't letting up. He would spike me hard, and then drop, then raise it again. I just squeezed the bar hard trying to hold myself together even as my head was spinning. Eventually I got to my floor, and as the door opened a group of men was waiting to enter. This was my floor and I had to go. I walked each step a mental escapade. Feeling their eyes all over me the coat on my arm, the collar around my throat, the strap swaying over my back. I just looked ahead and headed toward his room. They didn't enter the elevator and they just stared at me. I reached his room and spread the jacket on the ground and kneeled. I knocked. I waited looking straight ahead, I could feel them still staring, maybe thinking they were part of a porno. I waited for so long and there he was. He had a glass in his hand. "Hello, Jennifer my little slut, what do you want?". My voice quivered "I wanted you to fuck me today". "What was that?" he said. I repeated it louder just semi shouting, painting. He sighed and put his glass on my head. I had to stay still to keep it from falling. He fumbled with his phone for a while then said "Eh, why not I've got nothing better to do." He picked up his glass and grabbed my leash and led me in. I crawled in but the he stopped. "Forgetting something slut?" he asked. I turned around and picked up my jacket with my teeth. I looked over to the men, still somehow standing there, and winked as I crawled back in. Once the door closed, I just collapsed. He kneeled down and ran his hand through my hair. "I love you so much Jennifer" gave me a kiss to the head, and tugged on my collar pulling me up. As I felt the collar tugging against my neck, I weakly panted out "I love you too".
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