Page 7 of The Database

“Anything you have to offer, babe,” he said, chugging the last of his beer. “What say you and I go play some games?”

Her glass was already empty, so Joel signaled the bartender to put their tabs together. If anything, at least Emily was getting free booze out of all these dates.

Playboy Joel signed the receipt and guided her into the lobby of the hotel. “Wait here sweetness while I get us a room.” He left her standing near the bellhop station.

She watched him stroll up to the guest services clerk. He had a tight ass, one she could sink her nails into. But would he be able to meet her new standards, or would he cry like a little bitch? She laughed, the sound reverberated through the lobby. Joel turned and winked at her. He was in for the ride of his life and he had no fucking clue.

When he returned with key in hand Emily asked, “What room are we in? I need to get something out of my car.”

“Two-one-two, I’ll be waiting.” He kissed her cheek and handed her the additional key card.

Emily took the elevator to the garage below the hotel where she’d parked her car and retrieved her toy bag from the trunk before heading back upstairs. When she entered the room, she found Joel already in bed, naked with only his junk covered by the sheet.Cocky fucker.Much to her dismay, there were no posts on the bed so she would have to improvise when tying him up. Luckily, she spent many a summer fishing with her dad and granddad and they taught her a lot about knot tying.

“Let me slip into something more comfortable, Joel.” She slinked into the bathroom with her bag. When she returned, she was in full Mistress mode, sans dress. Joel’s eyes bugged out of his head, extracting a smile from Em.

“Daddy likey,” he said.

“Ooh, tell me what else does Daddy likey?” She straddled him as he reached between her crotch-less panties, sliding a finger inside her. “Now, now Joel, impatient boys sometimes miss dessert and Mistress doesn’t like her pussy being whipped like an airplane propeller.” She smacked his hand away.

Ashamed, he retreated responding, “Mistress?”

“Yes, you never bothered to ask my name, but Mistress will do just the same.” She purred. His shock only elevated her pride. All her internet research on BDSM was paying off and she was proudly representing it. “Does Joel like to be tied up?” She asked.

“I usually do the tying.”

“You usually do the tying, what?”

“What, what?” he questioned.

“You are to address me as Mistress, Joel.” She leaned over and bit his nipple, hard. He jerked slapping his hand over it.

“What the fuck?”

“That’s ‘what the fuck Mistress’. Now Joel, if you would prefer, we can dress, part ways and never see each other again. Or we can continue with our games,” Emily informed him.

“Games please, Mistress,” Joel ground out between clinched teeth.Ah, he decided to play nicely in the sandbox.

“Good boy Joel, for that, Mistress will let you stroke her kitty. But I warn you, if you don’t pet her kitty just right — there will be consequences,” she warned him.

He licked his fingers like the colonel sucking of chicken greases, and then dipped them inside her. “Joel, Mistress’ kitty isn’t purring.” He leaned forward and started suckling her clit, she grabbed a handful of his hair. “There, that’s better but you will have to earn more time. Would you like more time playing with Mistress’ kitty, Joel?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Okay Joel, lay flat on your back.” He did as instructed while Em removed the pillows and comforter. “Now, spread your arms and legs apart. Good boy, now for following directions Mistress will play with you but, you must stay where you are and do not touch. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Emily leaned over, sucking the tip of his dick into her mouth. He arched his back, moaning. She tightly gripped the base of his cock. “Joel, you’re not to come until Mistress does. Understand?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

She gave him one final suck, hard enough to turn the head purple before she dug into her bag, retrieving the nylon rope.

“Do you trust Mistress?” she asked.

“Oh yes, yes I do, Mistress.” He played, not knowing what she had in store for him, but his eyes lit up when he saw the rope.

She made quick work of tying one end around his left wrist then rolled it under the mattress to secure his right hand. Emily repeated the same process to secure his feet. The underside of the mattress looked like a Jenga puzzle.

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