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I fold my arms and do likewise, determined to do well in this task that You have set me. I gradually get used to the feeling and my breathing becomes regular again, but I start to panic as the film ends and I swear I can hear the toy buzzing deep in my ass… then I realise that You have changed it to a pulsing sensation, and I find that I can barely hear it myself. You look at me and smile, a, “I told you so,” look all over Your face. I smile back, no longer afraid, and loving the secret we share. You continue to torment me for the duration of the presentation, and it’s as much as I can do not to surrender all my self control and moan my pleasure out loud. I wonder briefly if anyone around has noticed anything odd about my behaviour, and then smile to myself as a small voice tells me that I don’t care. By the close of the presentation my juices are flowing freely, and I remember with a start that I am no longer wearing the panties that I started off with this morning. The chairs we are sat on are upholstered in a scarlet fabric, and I begin to feel my face turning a matching shade at the thought of what state the seat will be in when I stand up. Fortunately You are content to sit and wait and let everybody else out first – You are making notes on what You have just seen. The room is almost completely empty when You squeeze my knee and say, “Time to go My sweet – I have a surprise for you, but we need to get back to the office first.” “Master…Umm, I think there might be a… a damp patch on the chair when I stand up…” I say nervously. Not because I am worried about You being angry, but because it’s a little embarrassing to admit to. You laugh out loud, and a couple of people look round. “Stand up Üsküdar Escort My little slut, I can’t wait to see if you’re correct,” You say in quieter tones. I do as You command, and hear You chuckle again quietly. “Mmm, you were right. You should take a look.” I bite my lip, and glance back at the chair. The patch is very evident and my eyes widen, and then I giggle, imagining the reaction of the people who have begun to clear away the rows of seats. You shake Your head, mock anger on Your face as You tut at me. “Such a dirty little whore,” You say softly into my ear. “Letting your pussy become dripping wet like that…you’re such a bad girl…” I feel another rush of wetness to my pussy as I listen to Your smutty talk and moan quietly, before following You from the room consumed by lust as You turn the vibrator up to full power. We get back into the car, “Good job my car has leather seats,” You comment as I sit down. I only smile in reply, and then say hopefully, “Please may I cum for You again Master?” I am desperate to touch myself, put on a show for You again, and to feel a release from the current strain that You’re putting me under. You look at me, one eyebrow raised. “All hot and bothered again are you My sweet little bitch? No more cumming just yet slave – be a good girl and hold on for Me.” “As You wish Master,” I reply, trying not to pout. Seeking to divert my thoughts I say, “So what is the surprise You have for me Master?” I see You roll Your eyes, a smile on Your face. “If I were to tell you slut, it wouldn’t be much of a surprise would it? All you need to do when we get back is go into the office and clear your desk for the evening. Then Üsküdar Escort Bayan get into your own car and follow Me.” We reach the office and I do as You bid. I tidy away the few things on my desk and collect my bag and coat. I get into my car and follow You as You turn out on to the main road. After a while Your car indicates left, and You pull into the car park of the local Hilton. I follow suit, and park my car next to Yours. I step out and move round to Your car as You open the boot and take out an overnight case. “So have you figured out what your surprise is yet, My slave?” You say mischievously as You close the boot and lock the car. I gaze up at the huge building. “You’ve got a room booked, in there..?” I say, and pathetic as it sounds, I know my voice is awestruck. “I most certainly have, slave. Only a room though, not a suite, before you get too excited.” I know that this sort of thing is nothing to You – You stay in nice hotels all the time and think nothing of it, and for a moment I feel very naïve. But You indulge me, saying, “Well, would you like to come and see where we’ll be spending the night?” And lead me into the foyer, where You check us in. I follow You in a daze to the lift, and the only thing that snaps me out of it is You saying as You slip the electronic key card into the lock, “Don’t forget that you are still due punishment slave.” That focuses me in an instant, and as soon as You have closed the door behind us I move to the foot of the bed and kneel. “May I please speak Master?” I say quietly, although I realise that You might consider it out of turn. But You reply favourably, and so I continue. “I’m sorry Escort Üsküdar for not trusting Your judgement Master. I was too worried about what others might think, despite the fact that we have discussed this before. I will happily accept whatever punishment You deem to be suitable Master.” “Good start slut,” You say in reply as You open the overnight case. You take from it a suede flogger which You put to one side whilst You move a chair to the centre of the large room. “Rise and bend over the chair My whore – keep your legs apart,” You say as You pick up the flogger again and wait for me to assume the position, then walk over to my bowed head, and extend the hand holding the flogger. “Kiss My hand slave,” I hear, and I obey, pressing my lips softly to the hand that is about to mete out my punishment. You move round behind me and I feel you lift my dress, exposing my bare buttocks to your gaze. The vibrator is still inside my ass, though You have switched it off – the receiver would not have worked with us travelling in our two separate cars. You clip the receiver on to my rumpled dress, and then flick the switch on the control unit. The sudden vibrations make me gasp, and then moan as the continuous pleasure starts. You grip my hair and pull my head back, saying, “Quiet slut, this is punishment. The only noises I expect to hear are you counting the strokes. If you cum without permission, your punishment will be doubled.” I swallow nervously as I hear You do a few practice strokes with the flogger through the air, and then suddenly it hits me. My head jerks upward with the shock and I say, “One, thank You Master,” The flogger hits me again with a, “swiishhh, thud” and again I count the stroke aloud for You, “Two, thank You Master,” This goes on until we reach ten, and I am dimly aware that You are not delivering these blows full force. My suspicions are confirmed when You say, “I think that’s probably warmed you up quite nicely, slave. Time for the paddle now, I think.