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"Thanks," I said, and turned around shuffling over to the elevator, noticing the strange (but not totally unpleasant) sensations offered by the buttplug that was locked into my hole. The elevator arrived, a housekeeper of some sort pulling a cart off before I could get on. It took some self-control not to instinctively shy away. I just pretended everything was normal. The elevator ride was strangely tranquil, and by the time it reached my floor, I was suddenly exhausted, as if the prospect of safety shooed the adrenaline and everything out of my system.
My new key card let me into my room. I set the plastic bag with my clothes on a chair and nearly staggered into the bathroom. Although I was so tired, all I could think of was how good it would be to be cleaned by the blast of a hotel shower. I cranked it up and the water was quickly steaming. I stepped in and let it pulverize my body for a couple minutes. Then instinct took over and without thinking, I went through my morning shower routine, washing my hair and body, again surprising myself when my hand ran over my crotch and felt the unfamiliar presence there. I sighed, turned off the shower and dried myself with a soft, fluffy hotel towel.
My phone was nearly dead, so I plugged it in and set it on the nightstand beside the bed. I set my alarm, noting that I'd have to be up for my conference in just a few hours. I closed my eyes, and instantly fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.
- COMMENTS
ImaRimmerabout 1 year agoWonderful story, Sir. My owner degrades and humiliates me often. Recently his preference is making me wear ladies lingerie and allowing me to make love in public to the most filthy homeless men he can find.
