* #Submissive Fiction * #Erotica * #Flash Fiction *
I approached the reception desk nervously and waited for the receptionist to look up. This was not our usual date night activity.
“Hello. Welcome to The Groves, are you checking in?” she asked pleasantly with a welcoming smile. I passed her the envelope. I did not speak. She took it and looked at it with a puzzled expression. The envelope had ‘FAO Reception’ written on it and so she opened it, glancing at me as she did. She extracted the paper from inside the envelope and unfolded it. She began to read, looking at me as she did. I was impressed, truly, her smile never faltered, and for a moment I wondered if she had painted it on.
Nervously I watched as the receptionist picked up the phone and dialed a number, after a few moments someone answered and she asked if they would come to reception. She must be calling the manager. What was written in the letter? I didn’t know. My instructions were to arrive at 2:15pm, which I had done, and to hand the letter to reception. Oh and I wasn’t allowed to talk. That would teach me to answer back I guess.
A man arrived, and the receptionist stepped back from the desk, taking the letter with her to show him.
“What should I do?” She was asking him and she moved away, and they were speaking so quietly I couldn’t make out what they were saying. I did hear the odd word as the receptionist kept looking back at me… “deaf…..mute….later…..second key….room” The manager shrugged, nodded and returned to the desk with her. “Here’s your room key,” he said very slowly enunciating each word – he must think I can lip read I thought. So I smiled. “You are in room 3, 0, 1,” he paused between each number and pointed to the number on the keycard. I must have looked confused because he repeated, “301?” And pointed to the signs on the wall that directed guests to the various floors and rooms. I smiled and picked up the key and my bag.
The room was on the 3rd floor. Ignoring the lift and I opted to take the stairs. The movement would help calm my nerves that were once again making themselves known. I wondered what awaited me. My instructions said I would receive a text when I was in the room.
I was finally at the 3rd floor, I pulled the door open and looked at the signs, the room was to the left and so I headed down the corridor. The first door I came to on my left was 311 so I continued to walk, the doors on the right hand side were even numbers so 301 would be on the left. I past several doors, finally I arrived at 301. I put the keycard in the door and when the light went green I removed the card and opened the door.
As I pushed the door open and went inside I heard my phone beep, a message. Excitement fluttered in my stomach. I put the bag on the floor, shut the door and removed the phone from my pocket. There was a new text message.
I will arrive shortly, prepare yourself, use the facilities if you require it, then remove your clothes and stand facing the wall, arms by your side, feet shoulder width apart. Keep your eyes closed.
I did as I had been instructed, showering quickly and relieving myself. I made sure my clothes were neatly folded and stood by the wall. The room was not uncomfortable although I could feel that I was naked. I considered adjusting the temperature but reconsidered. I didn’t want to get into trouble. The minutes passed. It seemed like forever before I heard the lift door open, and I strained to hear if someone was coming to the door. There were faint footsteps. Then I heard it, the card sliding into the lock…
I held my breath, trying to keep as still as possible. The door opens slowly, I can hear it brushing the carpet. There’s a creak as he steps into the room, followed by a click as the door shuts. There are butterflies rioting in my stomach and a tightening in my groin. I realise I still haven’t released the breath I was holding and I realise it’s getting uncomfortable, so I gently breathe out. I hear a chuckle behind me.
“Holding your breath? Are you exited too?” I know he’s stood right behind me, his breath is warm against my shoulder and neck as he speaks. I feel his fingers on my spine, moving down, vertebrae by vertebrae. “You’ve done well. Exactly as you were instructed. I was watching you. I saw you get out of the car and straighten your jacket. I watched you walk to the reception desk, you must practice walking in your high shoes, you wobble, and I don’t want you hurting yourself.” His hand has reached the base of my spine. My mind is swirling, I want to hear him but as his hand moves I’m finding it difficult to think. His hand gently strokes the curve of my ass. Moving down between my legs, “Good,” he breaths against my neck, as his fingers find the wetness there. “You’re ready for me but you must have patience.”
He’s stepped away from me, I can feel the absence of his body heat, and my nipples harden as I become aware of the cold.
“Hmmm it’s cold in here” I hear him say and I picture him opening the temperature control panel and adjusting the controls. “I am impressed. I know you like to talk. I know it must have been difficult at the reception desk but you didn’t hesitate. You followed my instructions perfectly.” I can hear him moving around the room as he speaks. A zip being opened, and I can hear things being placed on the dresser. My pulse quickens, I wonder what toys he’s brought with him. I wonder what he has planned. I want to speak, to ask him. I want to tell him how glad I am to see him, not that I can see him with my eyes shut.
“Are you ready?” He’s asking me and he knows I want to answer. “You have made me very happy. I hate to punish you like this,” he’s behind me again, “but you must learn that I will not permit you to answer back and disrespect me. Do you think you have learned your lesson?” I nod my head. He strokes my ass with his right hand, “Then, my sweet, you can speak again.”
I run my tongue over my lips, my mouth has gone dry, I don’t know if I can speak, it’s been 24 hours since I said anything to anyone.
His lips gently kiss my neck, “are you ready?” He whispers as his hand continues to stroke my ass.
“Good” he replies, “place your hands on the wall.” His hand leaves my ass and I momentarily feel disappointed, until I feel the soft fabric against my face, he’s putting on a blindfold. He secures it behind my head. His hand returns to my ass, stroking firmly, “do you remember your safe words?” I nod. “Then let’s begin”