[Whispering Dom]

Part 5

She wraps herself in the big white towel that was hanging from the towel rail. It feels smooth and soft against her skin as she rubs and pats herself dry. She feels good, she had spent ages in the shower, cleaning, shaving and just plain luxuriating under the stream of hot water. Her skin feels vibrant and alive, and as she looks in the mirror, looks pink from the heat of the water. She doesn’t hurry to get back to the room, she feels safe here in the bathroom, but she knows that eventually she must. She hangs the towel back on the rack and takes a final look at herself in the mirror. She looks as good as she’s looked in a long time, her hair clean and hanging down to her shoulders, her body smooth, hairless and pale, her finger and toenails clean, and yes, she had done as he had told her and her whole body was scrubbed clean. Everywhere.

Slowly she opens the door and peers out. The hallway is deserted, and she quickly makes her way back to the room. Once inside she closes the door and stands for a moment. This place has begun to feel private, and now she feels her arousal rising back up. She had seen her old self in the mirror, the Natalie that her ex had thought was gorgeous, that plenty of guys had admired and enjoyed, not the Natalie that the asshole of a landlord used and humiliated. And as her arousal builds, she thinks once again about masturbating. It’s strange to feel sexually aroused when she is so unsure of her fate, but she’s naked, sober and now clean…

She sits again on the floor, leaning back against the wall. Slowly she spreads her legs. Just the act of doing that feels sexy and she shudders. She lets her hands drift to her breasts. Fuck the landlord, she likes her breasts, small as they are, her nipples are very sensitive, and a few quick strokes from her fingers and they are erect. She sighs and closes her eyes. Slowly she lets her hands drift down her body, across her tummy, down between her legs, her fingers brushing over her now smooth and very sensitive pubic mound. She lets them drift down and brush her lips and she shudders with the pleasure.

She honestly cannot remember the last time she had an orgasm. Months? A year? Whatever, as she continues to gently touch herself she realizes it’s been too long, and now she wants one very badly. She lets her fingers push gently into her wetness and she spasms as she runs them over her clit. She spreads her legs wider, slowly stroking herself. She’s forgotten where she is and her circumstances, she’s giving herself to pleasure…

Suddenly she hears sounds at the door. She pulls her hands away and snaps her legs closed, her face flushing with frustration and embarrassment. She looks up as the guy walks in and she blushes deeply. He stops and looks at her for a moment, a smile playing on his lips. Does he suspect, does he know? She is still breathing heavily, her arousal now pulsing through her.

“Get up Natalie. Let me take a look at you.” Slowly she climbs to her feet and stands, naked in front of him. He walks slowly around her, she can feel his eyes on her. She feels his fingers on her buttocks and then gasps as she feels him push between them and stroke over her asshole. He walks back around in front of her and she feels his fingers stroking over her smooth pubic mound, and she staggers and flushes hot with embarrassment as he slips a finger inside her knowing he must be able to tell she’s wet.

“Good, you’ve cleaned up nicely. Might have a little razor burn though…” She flushes again with embarrassment. “Go and sit back down where you were” he says. “I’ll be right back.”

She goes back and sits back down, her back against the wall, her legs pulled up and clamped tightly closed. He walks back in carrying a small bottle.

“It’s aloe infused oil. We’ll rub some into you to get rid of the burn” he says. She blushes and reaches out to take the bottle, but he just smiles, squats down next to her. “Open your legs Natalie.” She hesitates, is she going to let him touch her, there, expose herself totally to him? But then what’s her choice she realizes miserably. She looks up at him, swallows and slowly parts her legs.

She watches as he pours some of the oil onto his fingers and jumps slightly as he puts his fingers on her skin and starts to massage the oil in. She closes her eyes, feeling so exposed and humiliated, naked, legs spread, her bare pussy on display and his hand so close to it. But at the same time it feels good. It had been her fingers a few minutes ago, and now it’s someone else’s. He gently rubs the oil into her skin. She opens her eyes as she feels his hand leave her skin, she looks at him, sees he is just getting more oil, and then his hand is back, slowly and gently rubbing, now moving down between her legs massaging just outside her exposed lips. She keeps looking at him, her eyes alternating between his hand by her pussy and his face as he touches her.

She is breathing heavily. He must know what he’s doing to her. She wonders whether he’s going to masturbate her, because he can and there’s nothing she can do about it. But he doesn’t, his fingers never quite touch her lips even though she’s spread her legs wider. She is panting quietly, more aroused than she can remember being in a very long time. She can see he’s smiling. He leaves his fingers right by her pussy, hardly moving now, just very gently stroking and he looks at her.

“So Natalie, time you found out why you’re here…” She looks at him, panting, her face flushed from both embarrassment and arousal, but also fear at what he’s going to tell her. “My employer is hosting a party tonight and tomorrow night. You will be at them. You are not a guest in the strictest sense of the word, you are there for the other guests. You may be asked to serve some drinks, but your main purpose is to be available to the other guests at all times for whatever their wishes are. You may not deny them their wishes. do you understand?” She shakes her head, no, not really. He sighs.

“You are going to be a plaything, a sex toy, but a live one. Whatever they want to do with you they may. Whatever they tell you to do you will do.” She gulps.

“B-but why me?” She doesn’t understand, it doesn’t make sense, I mean surely they could have paid someone if that’s what they wanted. She looks at him. “Why didn’t you just hire porn actresses or escorts?” she asks, her voice trembling both from his touch and from what he has just said.

“Because my employer, and his guests, enjoy the reality of the emotions that someone who is forced to be there, who is not there by choice and is not being paid, can bring.” He shrugs. “And that person is you.” His fingers are still gently rubbing just by the side of her pussy lips, and she moans quietly, she’s not sure whether from fear or arousal.

“And what if I refuse whatever it is they ask me to do?” she asks, her voice trembling and quiet, not really wanting to hear the answer.

“I already told you that if you do what is asked and expected of you, you will go home soon, safe and sound. Of course, if you don’t do what you are told, well then…” Again he lets the threat hang in the air.

She whimpers, his touch, the humiliation of her exposure and the implied threat. But she’s a pragmatist, she knows she can do this, she’s let her slob of a landlord have his way with her, this will be just one more rung on the ladder of her descent to hell. Suddenly his hand has left her and he has stood up, and she looks up at him.

“The party starts in a couple of hours. I’ll be up to collect you. Do you have any questions?” She shakes her head, confused, then a thought strikes her.

“What am I supposed to wear to the party?” She asks. He laughs.

“I’ll bring it up when I come to collect you, don’t worry.” And with that he stands up, looking again at her naked exposed body, smiles, and walks out the door.

She closes her eyes. Despite her predicament she still feels incredibly aroused. His touching had been so different from the landlord’s grappling, he had teased her, simply taken advantage of her nakedness and whether he’d known it or not - and she’s pretty sure he did - had left her wanting more, wanting, no she realizes, needing release. She had started it before he had come in, and now she wants to finish it.

She’s breathing hard, hasn’t closed her legs, even though he had gone, her hand wants to go there. She waits just for a moment, she doesn’t want him to come back in, catch her in the act of pleasuring herself. She can’t hear anything, she gets up, tiptoes to the door, puts her ear to it, still she cannot hear anything. She breaths in deeply, she wants it, needs it, needs to cum. She drops to her knees, spreads them wide and lets her hand go there. No foreplay, she’s already far past that, she wants release, and she rubs herself fast and hard. She’s trembling, her whole body ready to explode, straining for her climax. She closes her eyes, lifts her face up, gasping for breath and she cums, her whole body juddering with the release. She keeps rubbing, falls forward, catches herself with her free hand, waves of orgasm flowing through her, her body bucking and heaving.

Slowly she gets her breath back. She’d forgotten just how wonderful it is to orgasm. She crawls on her hands and knees back to the wall, and sits back again, leaning against it, still panting for breath. She closes her eyes and smiles, grateful that despite everything she’s found her sexual desire again, even if only temporarily. She’ll get through the next two nights, and then she’ll turn a new page in her life, turn things around.