[Slave_E]

Part 6


The few clothes I had were sprawled all over the floor. My boss picked them up, put them in a black plastic bag and said he had an appointment. He would have to leave, but would be back soon. He also told me not to touch the smartphone, it was no use, it had no SIM card, only WLAN. It would not really be a phone, rather a camera, to see me and to watch over me. It would be for my security.

He added that I could pee, if needed, but he warned me to take a shower. He said the room had only cold water, that's why it was so cheap, and that taking a shower would not be fun. However, I could enjoy the rest of the bottle. As soon as he was back, we would get something to eat. And then he was gone, taking my clothes with him. But he came back, talked to me through the open door, telling me he would deposit my clothes at the reception, in case I would need them. And then he was really gone.

I got up and closed the door. There I was, stranded in a cheap hotel room, naked, no phone, no money, nothing. I did not even know which time it was. OK, it was getting dark but at this time of year, and with this weather, it meant nothing. I stretched out on the bed and did the only thing I could do - I watched TV. Just that it was not really TV. It looked more like pay TV. A very rudimentary remote allowed me to switch between five different porn channels.

Vexed I turned the sound off. Slowly I noticed the noises from the neighboring rooms, voices, moans, maybe more porn, but there must have been some genuine sex going on in at least one of the rooms as well. A door was thrown shut, an angry voice protested, broke off. Some laughter. A very noisy orgasm in the room next to me. Outside, in the street, a police car, it's siren roared up to me, it's blue light painted strange patterns on my wall.

I sipped the sparkling wine, and a bored hand found a bored cunt, started to stroke my pussy, circled my clit, rekindled my fire...

Did I like my boss' fantasy? Did I like it that he had taken control in a way I would not have expected? What would he do next? My situation was more than humiliating. I was at his complete mercy. And yet, my clit sent strange messages to my body, up my spine, into my brain and I turned the sound on again and I watched the video and it was hot and I was hot and it made me horny...

I was looking forward to my boss' next move. No joke, I wanted to be his helpless toy, his slut, his whore: I fantasised about staying locked into this room, only now and then the door would be opened, a guy would come in and fuck me, without ado, ruthlessly, filling me with his spunk, leaving me on the bed frustrated and wanton, in the middle of a wet spot created by my juices and his cum...


(to be continued)