She was nervous. She dressed carefully, choosing what went on her body was the first test. He preferred her in sleeveless black cocktail dresses, nothing fussy, clean lines. Nothing too short or too long. Thigh-high black sheer stockings, black thong and black pumps to complete the outfit. Absolutely no bra, seeing her nipples firm up in public was part of the fun. Miranda cinched her auburn straightened hair into a low neat ponytail grabbed her clutch and headed for their brunch spot. She knew it would be tense although He would be charming. He was always pleased for her on the surface when she embarked on a new monogamous relationship but there was always a consequence for leaving when she returned. This time would not different.
She walked to their table to sit at exactly the time He requested to the minute. She had waited outside to make that happen. He had of course already ordered for them both, club sodas with lime and veggie omelets, it mattered not that she would have killed for a mimosa and their signature French Toast. He greeted her warmly, a comforting hug that soothed her nerves and gave Him the chance to make sure she had remembered to leave her bra home. He asked all the right questions and listened intently to her answers, His magnetic blue eyes making promises of what He would do after brunch. She could barely eat, He interrupted her work story with a sharp, “Miranda, you are not eating.” Hearing the tone shook her, “I apologize Sir, I’m not very hungry.” He sat back in the chair, pinning her with those eyes, “ You need to eat Miranda, you will require the energy from it later.” The small talk and catching up was over. “You disappeared Miranda when I desired you and your company. I can’t simply take you back without disciplining you for your rudeness. You look frightened, take a breath. I believe in the end you will enjoy this and I will learn a great deal of what you experienced while you’ve been gone.” Miranda sat frozen, waiting for the punishment. Crawl under the table and please Him? Let Him fuck her in the men’s room? She was prepared for anything and then He spoke, “I procured a suite at the hotel across the street from now until tomorrow. There is a key under your name. The room is stocked with refreshments and anything else you may need. Check in and go to the suite. When there is a knock, you will open the door and admit whoever it is and allow them to avail themselves of you and all you can offer. You need to do your best to please them Miranda because you will get a grade. The grade will be told to me after leaving your room. If the grade is less than an A, there will be another knock. When you score an A, the person on the other side of the door will be me. Do you agree to these terms?”
Miranda slowly stood up, she smoothed her dress and grabbed her clutch, “Yes Sir”. She then made her way across the street as quickly as she could with her pulsating, soaking pussy to discover what awaited her.
She entered the suite cautiously, would someone be waiting? It was empty and gorgeous, she spotted a familiar box placed on the center of the bed. She lifted the top and moved aside the delicate tissue paper to reveal a sheer white babydoll nightie and matching thigh high stockings and white peek a boo high heels. No thong, no panties. There were cold bottles of water and champagne in the mini fridge, a silver tray of sliced fruits, small cut glass bowls of different kinds of nuts and her favorite protein bars. He had thought of everything. Then she spotted the mounted camera, it was so small only the tiny green light gave it away. She was about to explore further when she heard her phone’s text alert, “Move along quickly Miranda, shower and use the products in the top drawer. Bring your ponytail neatly to the top of your head. You have 30 minutes precisely.”
She understood there would not be one additional second.
After showering, she took out the makeup in the top drawer. The foundation made her pale skin even whiter, the false eyelashes were the opposite of natural. The lipstick was “Russian Red” by Mac, one she never would have even attempted in the store with her coloring. She brushed out her long hair and created a high pony. She could not have looked less like herself. She donned the nightie with two minutes to spare. Her phone was on silent but she heard the buzz in the silent room. “Your partners have all been vetted by me. You may call “red” at any time, however, you will not have fulfilled the terms of our agreement. If you truly feel in danger say my real name out loud or stare directly into the camera. Go to the door Miranda.”
There was one sharp knock as she reached the door. She opened the door to a good looking, tall man with a neatly trimmed beard and no expression. She opened the door to invite him in saying, “Hello, I’m Mir…” His eyes became very small and his hand went up to her lips pressing them closed with his long, slender finger. “Dolls don’t talk.” Her eyes opened wide and her lips once released made a perfect circle. “Exactly”, said the cold businessman, “stay just like that. Do not move a muscle. You are a doll, no ability to move on your own, no voice, no ability to respond. I will nod your head, if you understand and consent you will offer no resistance.” His hands felt cold and he trailed them up her curves to either side of her head, making her nod one time. She did not resist.
She kept her face frozen. Her mouth the surprised O and her eyes wide under the false black lashes. He picked her up and put her limp body over his shoulder. He settled her in the desk chair and moved first one leg apart then the other planting them wide apart and revealing her smooth, hairless cunt. He tilted her chin up a bit and she was able to see that although his breathing was slightly heavier, he remained expressionless. He pulled her breasts out of her nightie and her nipples instantly hardened. Out of the corner of one eye, she saw the outline of a bulging cock through his suit pants. He wordlessly played with her breasts, tugging a bit on her nipples and Miranda concentrated on keeping her breathing quiet and even. After a short time, he reached one hand down to examine her pussy, which was creating a tiny puddle on the chair. He worked her clit to the point of throbbing before inserting two fingers quickly deep in her cunt. She had to work not to moan or move her hips to meet his hand. After ensuring she was sopping, he unbuckled and removed his pants as she sat in the same position he left her. He adjusted her arm and then hand so it gripped his very large and rock hard cock and moved her hand slowly up and down his shaft. Placing her hand back on her thigh, he effortlessly lifted her onto the bed, where she lay with her mouth open, wet and red. He opened her legs and using them pushed her torso until her head dangled over the side. He walked around and filled her mouth with his cock, thrusting it far down her throat. Miranda calmed herself and allowed him to fill her throat without gagging or moving but she could not control her traitorous pussy. Each time she felt the tip of his cock touch the back of her throat she’d squirt everywhere, there was no hiding it. Just as she was deciding what to do with his cum when it shot into her throat, he pulled out of her mouth. Once in between her legs, he slid her bottom half to the other edge of the bed and lifted her legs into the air bent so he could lean on her. He hammered himself over and over into her as her body moved with him but not meeting him. It took extraordinary effort not to cry out as she felt herself nearing the edge. She almost did it. Just as he began to fill her, she whimpered from the intensity of his release. His immobile face darkened and he slapped her sharply across the mouth smearing her bright red lipstick. “You’re broken”, he spit out. Then his face shifted back into control and he dressed quietly and left.
Miranda lay staring at the ceiling, her legs open and in the air as he left her, his still warm cum dripping out of her bare cunt. As soon as the door shut, she got up from the bed and made her way to the shower knowing there would be another knock at the door.
She had just removed her nightie and started running the shower when there was a knock. She froze. How could someone be there already?? It had to be a mistake.
Miranda wrapped one of the sumptuous hotel towels around her used body and answered the door. She opened it a crack and peeked out to see a plain, middle-aged woman with no makeup peering back. “Open the door dear, it’s Mommy.” Miranda was still sure the woman had the wrong room and would realize when she saw her. She opened the door to let in this woman carrying bags and wearing a simple grey skirt, white blouse, and flats that she removed upon entering. The woman hurried in, “Oh no dear! You look like the whore of Babylon and we don’t have much time before Daddy finishes his drink downstairs.” Miranda began to introduce herself and extend her hand, the woman sharply shushed her and told her, “‘Yes Mommy’ will do”. She grabbed her hand firmly to lead her to the bathroom. The shower was already running from earlier and ‘Mommy’ ordered Miranda into it. “Daddy hates seeing little girls looking so garish, you look like a cheap hooker!” The woman removed her blouse before wetting a washcloth and roughly removing every trace of makeup from Miranda’s face. She handed the washcloth to Miranda and told her to finish up. Miranda began soaping up her body under the woman’s watchful gaze. When she got to her pussy, the woman grabbed the washcloth and threw it to the floor. She soaped up her hand before lifting Miranda’s leg and balancing it on the wall. She gently rubbed Miranda’s folds before beginning to work her clit. “Young lady, you are making more of a mess for Mommy to clean up”, as Miranda squirted down her hand. “Naughty girl”, she murmured as she slapped Miranda’s cunt.
After quickly drying Miranda’s body, she got a wooden brush from her bag and began blow-drying Miranda’s hair. Miranda stood naked in front of the sink as the Mommy yanked then smoothed her hair. If Miranda moved at all she received a stinging slap on her ass with the wooden brush. It didn’t take long before a lovely scarlet began to cover her bottom. She bit her lip with each smack and stopped her moans. She could not control the slick growing between her thighs that became a stream when the Mommy caressed the art she created on Miranda’s ass. She bent Miranda over the sink and parted her legs trailing one finger down her spine until it arrived at her soaking pussy. “You just can’t stay clean, you dirty girl”, and she plunged two fingers deep into Miranda’s aching cunt as Miranda gasped. “Don’t you dare cum unless Daddy tells you and he is not here”, and suddenly her fingers were gone and shoved into Miranda’s mouth? “Clean the mess you made you little slut”, shoving her fingers farther into Miranda’s throat. Miranda gagged then sucked them while looking into the woman’s eyes in the mirror. “Good girl”, the Mommy whispered, “let’s get you dressed.” “Yes Mommy”, Miranda whispered back. She received a long, delicious kiss for her good behavior.
The Mommy pulled a simple, pale pink, sleeveless shift over Miranda’s head being sure to rake her nails over the younger woman’s hard nipples. She tied her hair into pigtails with matching ribbons before pinching her cheeks hard for color. She handed Miranda a fluffy brown teddy bear and told her to be a good girl for Mommy. The Mommy removed her bra and shimmied out of her skirt. Her panties were soaked through and she was so close to Miranda, she couldn’t fight the urge to touch Mommy. “Please Mommy”, Miranda reached towards her. She received a shocking slap across the face, “Use your mouth little girl,” and she pulled in Miranda whose mouth couldn’t wait to taste Mommy. Miranda took long licks over Mommy’s wet pussy through her panties, feeling her hard little clit straining on the material. Miranda wanted more, she was desperate to get the panties out of her way. She gripped them with her teeth and pulled them down until her tongue could lap up all her juices. She used the teddy bear on her own throbbing cunt but it wasn’t enough to bring her relief. Her tongue was rapidly bringing Mommy to the edge, her moans were unrestrained and she was grinding into Miranda’s mouth. She began to cum just as there was a knock at the door. “You dirty little bitch! Now we are both in trouble!”, she cried pulling Miranda off her. “Answer the door while I finish readying myself and for fuck’s sake, wipe your face you look like a whore.” She yanked Miranda up by the pigtails and pushed her towards the now deafening knocks.
Oh be still my fluttering heart, I almost came right there. Getting out and drying off, I applied scented lotion and powder, got the hanging bag and toys, and left the house.
