“Oh, um, thank you,” I said. I held the bouquet against my chest. The rose petals brushed softly against my lips and chin. I started towards the elevator and the night manager followed alongside me.
“I will have Bianca bring up the champagne for your celebration,” he said as I stepped into the gilded elevator.
“Yes, that would be lovely,” I said.
“Very good, ma’am." He bowed, stepped back, and the door slid closed.
The elevator began to ascend. Classical music softly played through the elevator’s speakers, no match for the thumping drum of my heartbeat. I caught sight of my blurry reflection in the golden wall of the elevator. I was almost able to see Valerie’s hands on my body; I could almost feel her breath hot against my neck.
The doors opened on the penthouse level to a private, open-air lounge. Moonlight spilled over ferns and black iron benches. There was a stone path through gravel. Beyond this private garden, the glass walls of the penthouse glowed with light as golden as the lobby and the elevator. I saw Miss Pryce dressed in tight-fitting trousers and a scarlet blouse with a high collar. Her dark hair was pinned up in a bun. She seemed to be reading a magazine as I approached and knocked softly on the door.
She took her time to finish whatever she was reading. I wanted to knock again, but I did not dare. She crossed the penthouse with deliberate, graceful steps. She wore high-heeled boots that clicked against the hardwood floor. The look on her face was anything but welcoming as she opened the door for me.
“Hello, Audrey,” she said. "Would you like to come inside?"
"Yes, Miss Pryce," I replied, breathless with excitement. I took a step to enter the penthouse and Miss Pryce barred my way with her arm.
"Not just yet, Audrey. I have something for you first." She held a fat collar of black and red leather festooned with three silver rings and closed with a sturdy buckle clasp. "You will wear this tonight when you enter the penthouse. You will enter on your knees and with this collar upon your pretty neck. You will do whatever I say until I am satisfied. Those are my terms. Do you accept them?"
I bit my lip for a moment. I had never been interested in bondage before, but my heart was hammering with desire for Valerie. I looked into her dark eyes and knew I could not resist. I nodded lightly.
"Say it," she said. "Say, 'Yes, Miss Pryce.'"
"Yes, Miss Pryce," I said and I felt a thigh-quaking rush of excitement as I surrendered myself to her for the night.
"Good girl," she said with a smile. "I may teach you to be a lesbian yet, Audrey. But first I have to teach you how to behave. Chin up."
I lifted my chin and tried not to shake too much as she fitted the collar around my slender neck. It was a tight fit that felt like a hand carefully squeezed around my throat. She hooked a chain to the ring at the front of the collar. She stared at me and her smile faded. To my embarrassment, I realized she was waiting for me to get down on my knees.
"Sorry, Miss Pryce," I said and dropped to all fours at the entrance to the penthouse.
"Do not speak unless I address you," she said and gave the chain a tug that unbalanced me and nearly overturned me. I caught myself and crawled out of the garden area and into the penthouse. The stone path gave way to hardwood floors. Not exactly comfortable to crawl around on, but Valerie did not seem interested in my comfort. In fact, she walked me in a circle around an ottoman, past a crackling fireplace, and circled back to a hallway. The door to a bedroom suite yawned open at the end of the hall. I followed behind Valerie on my hands and knees. I stole glances of her shapely legs and her ample backside in her tight trousers. Her boots seemed to shape the roundness of her ass and made it more appealing. She stopped and I nearly bumped face-first into her backside. She caught me staring.
"What are you looking at, Audrey?" She asked.
"N-nothing, Miss Pryce," I whispered.
"Nothing? Staring at absolutely nothing?" She wrapped my chain around her fist and jerked me to kneel upright. She leaned her sneering face down. "Because I was certain you were staring at my bottom. Do you think you deserve to stare at my bottom?"
"I... I don't think," I said, not certain how to answer. "I just stared because it was beautiful."
That made her smile and smiled hopefully in reply.
"A good answer will not spare you from punishment," said Valerie. "In fact, you do not deserve to see my bedroom yet."
She jerked the chain and pulled me through a side door and into a dark room. She flicked on a light switch and I saw backlit shelves with shoes and a stool. It was a walk-in closet filled with Valerie's collection of shoes and her extensive wardrobe. It occurred to me that this closet would not be so thoroughly filled with clothing unless Valerie stayed here for long periods of time. The cost to stay here a month was probably more than I made in a year as a pharmacist.
"Let me get a good look at you," she said and switched on another row of lights on the ceiling. The bright lighting was amplified by floor-to-ceiling mirrored panels on either side between the shelves. I saw myself knelt down on my hands and knees like a dog and I had to look away. My face burned with same at the way I was behaving, some part of me knew I could just get up and walk out and there was nothing she could do. But a bigger part of me, the real me, wanted to stay. I wanted to give her that power over me.
Valerie walked slowly around me, dragging the chain against my shoulders as she circled my kneeling body. She clapped a hand against my bottom through my skirt and slowly raised the back of it up my thighs. I gasped softly as she lifted the skirt up and over my firm bottom. She stroked the blue lace of my panties and dragged her nails lightly over the backs of my thighs. She teased up and down my legs and let her fingertips slide just inside the legs at the back of my panties, teasing my buttocks up the curve to my crack. I whimpered, my nerve-endings awakened by her dragging nails. She suddenly grabbed a handful of the panties and pulled roughly, which wedged the soft fabric into the groove of my pussy and cinched it against my clit.
"Ahhhhhh," I cried. She pulled so hard she almost lifted me off the ground or tore the panties. It hurt and I wailed in surprise. It was over quickly and she let go of my panties.
"Take them off," she said and circled back to my head. "I am going to get comfortable. You are going to receive a gift."
I had to un-wedge the panties before I slid them down my trembling thighs. The pain of her pulling them like that made me uncertain. How far would she push this? How much pain would she inflict? The unknown was terrifying and exciting. Would I stop her? What if she wanted to handcuff me and make me helpless?
I would not resist her. I knew it.
The idea of being powerless before Valerie was almost as exciting as our first kiss. She was the alpha I always craved and I was her plaything. It was exactly what I needed.
“MMmm, yes, keep your dress raised,” she said. “Do not try to hide that naughty bottom from me.”
“No, Miss Pryce,” I said and held my dress bunched above my hips. Valerie sat down on the stool and slowly untied her boots. Every few seconds, she glanced up at me from her laces to make certain I was still obeying her. I knew she could see my arousal as it glistened at the pink folds of my flower. Her eyes gleamed with such intensity that I felt as if she could see the beating of my heart.
She lifted her booted feet up and raised one towards me. “Take it off.”
I held my dress bunched in one hand as I took her boot heel and lifted it from her foot. She wore a tight white stocking beneath the boot. Her foot was warm in my hand as she wiggled her toes.
“The stocking too, Miss Pryce?” I asked meekly.
She lowered her foot and raised her other boot towards me.
“This first,” she commanded. I switched hands holding my dress and carefully removed her boot. I removed her tight socks next and shucked them carefully off her dainty, high-arched feet. She wiggled her red-nailed toes and ordered, “Kiss them.”
I had never been interested in a woman’s foot before
I hesitated for a moment and she gave my chain a jerk.
“This is not about what you desire,” said Valerie. “This is about what you will do for me. Now kick them.”
She gave me another jerk, bumping my face against her left foot. I gasped and quickly lowered my lips to kiss the top of her foot. She pushed her toes against my lips and I kissed them as well. Her feet smelled faintly of sweat, but mostly of the rich, new leather of her boots. I kissed her toes again.
“Aren’t they lovely?” She said. “I just had a pedicure last night. The color is called Scarlet Dragonblood.”
“It’s lovely,” I said and kissed her little toe.
“It has a very Game of Thrones feel to it,” she chuckled. “It makes me a queen. Am I your queen, Audrey?”
“Oh, yes, Miss Pryce,” I murmured. Kissing my way to her other foot.
“Not ‘Miss Pryce,’” she growled and jerked my leash.
“Yes, my queen,” I said.
“Good enough,” she laughed and pushed her foot into my face once more. “Now suck them. Suck them like little cocks.”
I fellated her toes, looking up into her eyes as I sucked at each and bobbed my mouth up and down. I flicked my tongue against her. The more I submitted to her, the more wanton I became. I moaned around her big toe and swirled my tongue around it, tasting the faint salt of her sweat. She stroked my hair.
“Oh, look at you,” she laughed. “I bet it’s bigger than Todd’s cock.”
It wasn’t, but I moaned agreeably and continued to suck at her toe.
“Now the other foot,” she said. She made me kiss her arch and run my tongue up her heel. She caressed my head as she made me suck her other toes and run my tongue between them. The act itself was not particularly erotic for me, but I enjoyed it because she enjoyed it, and because it made me into her sexual plaything.
She pulled her foot away from me and slowly stood up from the stool. I watched in breathless anticipation as Valerie unbuttoned her trousers and opened them to reveal her red panties the creamy white of her lower abdomen and thighs. She took the trousers off and I had to bite my lip to stifle a moan. I wanted to touch her, to kiss her and caress her, but I remained on my knees, obediently waiting for her command. I kept my dress bunched up above my waist.
She turn slowly and leaned forward over the stool. The panties had a narrow cut in the rear and as she leaned forward her plump ass swallowed them up. She hooked her fingers into the waist of the red lace underwear and slid them slowly down.
"Look at it all you want," she said to me as she revealed inch upon inch of her lusciously round buttocks, creamy thighs, and a glimpse of neatly trimmed cunt between her legs. She stepped out her panties and tossed them aside. After giving me a few seconds to admire my close-up view of her plentiful bottom and her lovely pussy, Valerie turned around slowly again to face me.
She unbuttoned her blouse to her high collar. She shed it, along with the white bra she wore beneath the top. Her breasts were magnificent, her nipples erect and thick. I ached to suck them as I had once already. She stepped away from the stool.
"Bend over it and raise your bottom high," she said.
"Please, my queen," I said, even as I obeyed her. "Please don't spank me."
"Oh, I should, just for pleading like that," she said sharply and gave my firm bottom a single swat. "You do have such a spankable little ass, my dear. But after your proper servicing of my feet, I would feel a bit guilty punishing you without cause. I think a reward is in order. Let me--"
She is interrupted by a sharp knock on the door of the penthouse.
"Ah, that must be the champagne," she said. "You stay just like that. I'll be right back."
She grabbed a silk robe off one of the hangers in the wardrobe and tied the belt around her slender waist. I remained in my compromising position with my elbows on the stool and my ass much higher than my shoulders. I heard Valerie speaking to someone at the entrance of the penthouse. After a moment of conversation, too quiet for me to make out, I heard Valerie laugh and two sets of feet approached the closet.
Valerie entered with the hotel waitress. She was a beautiful Latina woman, no more than thirty, with big brown eyes and a maroon hotel uniform with a skirt, stocking, and heels that fit her quite nicely. Her nametag said, "Bianca." Her eyes went wide as she saw me posed with my ass in the air, but she said nothing and pushed the champagne cart over to the side. My face burned with shame. I desperately wanted to cover up, but Valerie did not give me any command.
"Would you like me to open the bottle?" Bianca asked Valerie.
"Yes, please, Bianca," said Valerie. "And poor me and my friend a glass."
I hear the cork pop on the bottle of champagne and jerked as if the cork might hit me on the rebound. I heard the soft glug of the sparkling wine into one of the flutes.
"Oh, no, Bianca." Valerie clucked with disappointment. "Why pour directly from the bottle when you have this lovely ass to use?" She smacked my ass with one hand and gave my cheek a good squeeze.
"Ma'am?" Bianca seemed confused.
"Place the glass just here," said Valerie, placing the cold rim of the glass against my pussy just below my perineum, "and you pour down the crack, just here. I'll spread her lovely cheeks for you. Do you think you can manage, Bianca?"
"Miss Pryce..." I moaned, my face hot with shame.
"Not now, Audrey," she said. She knelt beside me and place a hand on each of my buttocks. I whimpered with shame as she spread my ass wide and a moment later the rim of a glass pressed against my pussy. A moment after that, it was the cold, wet mouth of the bottle of champagne. I tensed against Valerie's hands. She chuckled and said, "Relax."
There was no relaxing once the ice cold champagne poured against the clenched pucker of my asshole. The tingling, bubbling wine drenched my crack and poured down to the glass. Much of the cascade of wine ran around the rim of the glass and spilled coldly against my hot pussy. The rest pour into the glass, frothing and foaming. Despite the unorthodox method, Bianca somehow only spilled a few drops directly onto the floor. The rest trickled down my thighs and beyond.
"Wonderful, wonderful," cried Valerie, evidently delighted. "Now, Audrey here has been particularly naughty today, so really drench her little bottom on this second glass. Can you do that for me, Bianca?"
"Yes, Miss Pryce," said the waitress. I felt a fresh glass against my pussy and hardly a moment to suck in a breath before ice cold champagne poured in a sloppy river down my crack, over my clenched asshole and into the glass. It was so cold that I gasped in shock.
"That will do nicely," said Valerie. I felt something press against my champagne-soaked asshole. A moment of pressure from Valerie was all it took to push the plug into my ass. I moaned in shock, pleasure, and a bit of discomfort as she filled my ass with a decent-sized plug. I looked back and saw a fat, heart-shaped pink gem visible between the mounds of my firm little bubble butt. "You look so pretty with that jewel between your cheeks. Doesn't she look beautiful, Bianca?"
"Yes, ma'am," said Bianca.
Valerie took a hundred dollar bill from the pocket of her robe and pressed it into my hand. "Bianca has been so helpful to us. Go and give her a tip, Audrey."
"Yes, m-my queen," I said, standing up. I felt the dildo shift in my ass. I clenched tighter around its slender neck, both hating and enjoying the pressure of the wider portion inside my ass. I walked a bit awkwardly over to Bianca at her room service cart and held out the money. Bianca took it from me without much fuss. She seemed to have recovered from her initial surprise. I wondered for a moment how often she was called in to Valerie doing humiliating things to women.
"Bianca, why don't you give her a kiss," said Valerie.
"A kiss only," said the beautiful Latina. She pressed her lips to mine. I parted my lips and thrust my tongue past hers and into her hot, minty mouth. In my eagerness to impress Valerie, I might have been a little too enthusiastic. Bianca quickly broke the kiss.
"Thank you, Bianca,"
said Valerie, smiling as Bianca left us in the closet. Once we heard the door close, Valerie slipped out of her robe and pressed her naked body against me. She nibbled at my ear and whispered, "I know what you want. Get back on your knees, Audrey, and I'll give it to you."
I dropped eagerly to my knees. She pulled my dress off over my head and helped me unbuckle my bra. I looked up at her adoringly and trembled with desire. She ran her fingers from my cheek to my lips. Her thumb played at my gasping mouth. I opened wider and I licked and sucked her thumb. I looked from her swaying breasts to her dark eyes and moaned around her as I fellated her thumb.
"That's it," she purred. "How long have you been thinking about tasting a woman, Audrey? Years? Or only hours?"
"Years," I gasped around her thumb. "But you... since last night."
"Oh, I hooked you last night, didn't I?" She pulled her thumb from my mouth. "Very well, my sweet. I suppose it's only fair if I give you what you desire."
She wrapped her fingers in my hair and pulled me closer. She put one foot up on the stool and thrust her hips, rocking her hot, juicy snatch against my face. The first rub caught me by surprise. Her exciting, womanly musk invaded my nostrils and her sweet juice glazed my lips. I recovered after a moment and reached out to hug and support her shapely ass. I thrust my face eagerly at her pussy and pushed my tongue into her hot channel to taste a woman directly for the first time in my life.
It was surreal. Or maybe super-real. Everything seemed to come into great focus and I moaned against her cunt as I thrust my tongue into her hot, velvet channel. I caught myself, remembered how Valerie had touched me with her fingers, and pulled my tongue from her pussy to lash her clit.
"Ohhhhh that's it," she cried. "Ohhhhh... ohhhh you little slut. You fit little slut. Lick it. Lick the queen's clit just like that. Because you're... ohhhh... fucking Christ. You're such a naughty whore."
I moaned with lust as I lapped at Valerie's clit. Her fragrance was intoxicating, both sweet and naughty at the same time, and her juices were sweet as they spilled across my and down my chin. I held her soft ass with both hands and pulled her against my face. I smothered myself in that delicious crook between her creamy thighs and once more burrowed my tongue deep into the clutching channel of her cunt.
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