Commanded to Perform for the Stranger – His Path to Obedience
I arrive at the hotel, check the time – 19:47, plenty of time still. I walk through the lobby straight to the lift – room 437 – 4th floor. Seemed like one of the longest lift rides I’ve had. Thankfully, I was alone, so I could get away with the pacing for now. I get out the lift, I countdown the rooms as I walk down the corridor, I see it, closed but I know it’s unlocked for me. Checking the time still 19:50. I walk past, trying to shake off my nerves – no joy yet. I wait a few mins then walk back.
Trying to show an outward front of confidence even if this was my first command like this. I trust my Domme, she thinks I’m ready – I will be, I can’t let her down. I can’t say no, I won’t.
I stop pacing and arrive at the door. I take a deep breath in and open the door, and trying to move confidently inside, I see the woman straight away and lock eyes for a moment, she sits in the window, curtains open with the light filling the room from behind her, her legs crossed. Looks like smart, she’s wearing a suit, or certainly well dressed for some formal / executive office setting – screams success and power. She doesn’t move or speak. I know what is expected of me. I have my orders.
I enter the room, I begin to undress immediately. I treat her as I treat my Domme, her time is precious, valuable – don’t waste it. I keep eye contact throughout, as I remove each item… my jacket, shirt, and tie. I fold them neatly on the chair next to me. I’m almost trying to stall a little, hoping that she thinks I’m building the mood, trying not to rush. But I’m terrified inside, well, perhaps just a bag of nerves. I remove my shoes, socks, belt, and trousers and fold them neatly again on the chair next to me.
I proceed to take another step or two forward and kneel. I want to ensure that the woman knows I know she holds the power here, I am the submissive, I submit. I take my cock in hand, already getting firm from being exposed – I take its lead and stroke, slowly, to full hardness. I set a steady pace, trying not to rush, to build it out.
Those piercing blue eyes, almost grey, I see the colours more clearly now, I couldn’t take my eyes off them if I wanted to. I just focus on them, locking on. I try to tell her mood, her thoughts, her emotions, seeing if I could get a smile, even if it was from her eyes. Is she pleased? Is she happy? She was giving nothing away today.
I slowly increase my pace, I use my free hand to explore my chest, my thighs, I grab and gently squeeze my balls, I feel the urges growing from this, they start to overshadow the nerves I had previously certainly more aroused than nervous for the time being. I notice she uncrosses and recrosses her legs. Is this a clue? A sign? Am I doing well? Is she pleased? I hope so, I say to myself, I let this spur me on more giving me a burst of energy to continue. I feel maybe 10 mins have passed – no, maybe nearer 15. Wondering how long I can last.
Pressure still building, I hope to delay more, I can feel myself staring at her a little more intensely, it’s coming, it’s near. I try to make her feel like this orgasm is hers, for her, because of her. Then it hits me, I feel the feelings come on strong within, then a few seconds later I orgasm, I cum. I spurt several loads, they shoot out narrowly missing her legs and shoes.
Then I see her tell, her smile, her expression remained unchanged and firm, but her eyes. Just with her eyes, but I see it unmistakably, the smile is there. Straight after, she simply stands the first and only time I hear her voice. It was perfect, she simply said “Good boy” then proceeded to leave the room with me kneeling where I had finished.
Those nerves are starting to build again, but also that sense of pride. Not just from hearing those two words, but knowing that I was commanded, and I obeyed. I couldn’t wait to report this task as completed, hoping that the woman too feeds back to Mizz Geena. I hope to see those words from her, they mean the most: “Good boy Eleven”, “Well done”.
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It is lovely to read the Ladies exist that have such friends of other Ladies that they can share such simples joys of a pup performing such tricks with. The Ladies both seem very knowledgeable of what they are properly entitled to from the males the own and control.
What is missing? The command that should always be given and understood that the male must clean up the mess it created for more of a simple enjoyment of seeing such use of the male’s mouth and tongue from the simple task of licking up and eating its own cum wherever it splashes. rascal