I’m all alone. They said that the room came with a view, and they didn’t lie. As I look out of the window, the entire valley is laid out in front of me. High up, at 1750 meters, the lights below are glistening in the darkness as a thousand people scurry around to finish the last-minute preparations. Midnight will sound soon, and with it, a brand new year. I never was one to believe in this tradition; as if everything could change in the space of a single second. However, maybe this time, things will change.
The hotel room is decorated in a pine wood theme, typical for the mountains.
I’m naked. My clothes are in a suitcase, which is locked, and I don’t have the key. I am his prisoner, an invisible collar around my neck. My hand moves up to caress my skin, almost expecting the leather strap to denote ownership. I smile as my fingers caress gently. A soft light fills the room, and I am standing in front of the full-height window. The air is warm, but the glass is cold.
I hear the key in the lock. He opens the door and closes it behind him, locking it again. We are alone, in our own personal bubble. I don’t move, but I can feel my skin burn as he gazes on my body. I know he likes it, and he knows that it belongs to him. I slowly count under my breath.
I can feel his hand in my hair, grasping the long red strands and pulling my head back. He kisses me passionately, and I smile. I gasp as he pushes me forward, my breasts pushing against the cold glass, my palms against the wall. I don’t resist. He runs his other hand down my back, his fingertips gently brushing against my skin. He grabs my ass and is rewarded with a slight moan and a view of me biting my lip.
His right hand is still holding my hair, and he guides my head towards the window. I can hear the telltale sound of his belt being unbuckled and the fabric falling to the floor. I know what he wants because I want it too. I position myself, offering my ass to him. I’m burning with anticipation, trembling, waiting for the final seconds until I’m used.
His left-hand holds me tightly by the waist, and I can feel his desire for me poke my thigh. He positions me as he wants, pushing my head against the cold glass. I am his.
I’m drenched. I’ve been like this for over an hour now, as long as I’ve been his prisoner. His manhood slips easily between my thighs, seeking my intimacy, my secret desire for his body. He slips easily into me, and my nerve endings send a flurry of messages as my opening is widened to welcome him. I’ve lost the power of speech; my language is now moaning. Four floors below, in the freezing snow, a party has started. A hundred or so people are dancing in the cold night to music, their glasses full, ready to count down. No one sees me. Most likely, no one cares. Certainly, no one can hear me over the DJ’s beat. I’m free to scream as much as I want. That is a good thing; I’m not very quiet.
His thrusts intensify as he enters me more and more each time. I welcome the warmth of his skin on mine.
He slows down and releases his grip on my hair. Both hands hold onto me firmly by my waist. Slowly, he pulls out, and my nerve endings scream out in a fit of rage; we miss you! He walks over to the sofa and sits down. I obediently trot behind him. As he sits down, his manhood fully erect and waiting, I gaze… I love him, and I love it. I almost fall onto all fours, slowly getting closer with a look on my face that tells him everything he needs to know. I position myself between him and the full-height mirror. I know he loves to look at my body as I pleasure him, and it excites me even more to know that he is watching, that the tingles and pulsations that I am about to feel on my tongue are also from his viewing pleasure. I arch my back as much as I can before licking slowly, from the base of his shaft all the way to the tip, tasting him, but also tasting myself. I look up, keeping eye contact, smiling, thrilled to please. I continue to lick, gently at first, before using the entire width of my tongue. I almost laugh when I see his hand scrunch up the fabric on the sofa. When his hand starts stroking my hair, then I know. I’ve been his Good Girl.
I plunge his manhood into my mouth, my lips sealing tight around his shaft, my tongue welcoming him, beckoning him. I close my eyes to eliminate one of my senses, concentrating on touch, the feeling of him slide between my lips, my tongue gently caressing his veiny shaft, and his hands guiding my head for his pleasure. He doesn’t want to cum right away, and I am more than happy to keep up this slow, gentle rhythm. Besides, I’m hoping that he’ll take me again soon.
Those strong hands guide my head for a few minutes, before ordering me to stop. We kiss, passionately, before he tells me to bend over his knee. I obediently bend over, exposing my ass to him. I moan softly when those hands caress my skin. Lightly at first, with just the tips of his fingers, drawing circles on my curves. Then a slap. I hear it before I feel it. I jump slightly; not in pain, it was just unexpected. His hands move closer towards my cheeks, rubbing, pulling, teasing. A finger slips between my thighs to my pussy, already drenched and pleading for attention. A finger softly slips in, and I moan loudly. I don’t care anymore. I want him inside me so badly.
The finger slowly slips out, and my eyes plead with him to start again, but he has other plans. He pulls out some lubricant, squeezing a few drops on his finger before returning between my cheeks. It lightly caresses my ass, slowly taking his time drawing circles around my tiny hole. I bite my lower lip when his finger slowly pushes into me. My mouth opens to let loose a moan, my fingers try to grip at the floor in anticipation. Very slowly, he makes in and out movements, making sure that I am completely lubricated for his pleasure. I’m already imagining him taking me anally when he pulls out a foxtail. He knows this is my biggest kink. He applies the lubricant to the round metallic end, and I catch myself watching his finger, the same one he had in me just moments before. I feel the cold of the metal between my cheeks. I feel the slow movements. The end tickles my entry, very slowly pushing, the muscles parting gently, slowly allowing the plug inside of me. He takes his time. He turns it around, pushes it. I feel myself opening up, accepting the toy, but it isn’t completely painless. It isn’t pain, it’s just anticipation. I know it can fit, I’ve used it hundreds of times before. Just when I think I can’t take it, he pushes beyond the largest part, and my ass grips, tightens, pulling the plug deep inside of me. He lets go, and I feel the soft fur brush against my legs. Next, he puts on the ears. I find myself laughing at this; while he can put a plug inside me expertly, he still hasn’t got the hang of putting on the head band. I’m silenced by a loud slap to my ass.
The final object, the leather collar. He fixes it around my unresisting neck, and fastens it. I am now his, spiritually and physically. His property, his pet. It’s at this point that my brain turns off, and my erogenous zones take over.
He gets up, and I feel the leash tightening. Time to walk on all fours where he wants. He walks me over to the French door, looking out over the valley. Below, people are still partying, and they can’t see me. Judging by the noise, the won’t be able to hear me either.
He settles down on his knees behind me, and I instinctively position myself; my shoulders as close to the floor as possible, my back arched, and my pussy offered, for him to do with as he pleases. Those hands hold on to my waist tightly. I feel his manhood poking clumsily at me, my desire for him helping him slide closer and closer to my pussy. Then he takes me. I feel him inside me again, his girth stretching me softly. He moves slowly, gently pushing inside of me, and almost pulling out, making me want to scream; please don’t! Stay inside… I want you inside of me.
He does with me as he pleases, slow movements, slowly accelerating. He knows how I like it; he knows what makes me cum. He’s avoiding it, prolonging his pleasure, and denying me mine. One hand lets me go, and I can see his reflecting in the glass; he’s looking at his watch. Then it happens. His hand grabs my hair, pulling. His movements are rapid, strong, loud, his body slaps against mine. With his other hand, he grabs my foxtail, and pulls gently, before returning to my waist. With a plug, everything already feels tighter, but this way, it is extreme. I feel his every movement, all of my erogenous zones are activated and pleasured at the same time. I can feel it, a tingle deep between my legs taking up more and more space, preparing to invade my entire body. And then it happens. The people down below start their countdown. Ten… Nine… In that instant, I feel that they are doing it for me. I’m surrounded by party-goers, watching us, watching me, counting down to my orgasm. Five… Four… and it starts. A tremble, deep between my legs, forcing it’s way through my veins. Two… One… Below us, the crowd shouts and screams. And so do I, as my orgasm takes over my body. I find myself drooling as flash after flash lights up the flat in a brilliant white light, and a loud bang. The fireworks are as intense as my orgasm.
Happy 2024. For me, it started off very well, and continued for a while, until both of us were satisfied.
