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The Hotel 07: Room 211

The hotel grants Vanessa's desire to dominate her husband.

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Jun 30, 2024
8 min read
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The Hotel 07: Room 211
The Hotel 07: Room 211

The Hotel 07: Room 211

The seventh story in the series of short stories The Hotel.

Vanessa looked at her husband, Ben, getting out of the shower and admired his body. He worked out often and looked good. He wasn't super muscular, but he had some definition on him that she found incredibly sexy. He caught her staring at him and grinned.

"See something you like?" He asked, rubbing his hair with his towel.

"I do," Vanessa replied back, a sly smile on her face.

"Then how about you have your shower and when you get out, I'll pin you down and make you scream loud enough the people in the adjoining rooms know what we're doing?" Ben suggested.

"I like the sound of that," Vanessa replied, walking past him to the shower and brushing her hand over his cock as she passed him. Ben chuckled and walked out of the bedroom, leaving her to shower.

Vanessa stepped under the hot water and felt herself relax. They'd been hiking all day and she felt sweaty and gross. As she washed, she thought about Ben's promise and what was about to happen when she got out of the shower. Vanessa was excited about it, but also a little disappointed.

She'd had an ex once who was into being submissive in the bedroom. Vanessa had never tried being dominating before, but she found she really had a taste for it once she tried it. She used to love making her ex beg for her to allow them to cum before teasing them with just one finger until they blew their load uncontrollably with her barely touching them. It was so hot.

Ben had never been into that though. They'd met five years earlier and she'd fancied him straight away. He was good looking, strong and confident, had a good job and was a complete gentleman. His only flaw was he was a little insecure about his masculinity.

It wasn't like he bottled up all of his emotions or anything unhealthy like that. In that regard he was great, he'd confide in her when something was bothering him, he'd cry when he was sad, but with physical things, it was a different story. It was mostly silly things that Vanessa didn't really mind. Mowing the lawn, that was a man's job and Ben had to do it. Fixing the car, even though Vanessa knew as much about cars as he did, it was a man's job.

It was a little sexist sure, but he was a good man at heart and he didn't let his insecurities belittle Vanessa in any way. The only time it bothered her was in the bedroom. She'd often did many things he liked that she wasn't a huge fan of. While she did enjoy being pinned down and fucked until she couldn't walk straight sometimes, she didn't always want him to be in control. For vanilla stuff, he was fine, he'd let her go on top and take control from time to time, but as soon as it involved anything even as tame as handcuffs, he'd refuse to be the one not in control.

The idea of him being tied up and at her mercy got Vanessa going more than the idea of the upcoming fun did and she couldn't help but reach down and stroke her clit. She closed her eyes and pictured Ben on the bed, his hands tied above his head with his ankles strapped to each corner, her between his legs licking his cock, just teasing the head with her tongue as she ran it in small circles on the sensitive underside.

She imagined the noises he'd make as he begged her to take it into her mouth or stroke him properly, only for her to deny him and keep licking in slow circles until the sensitively grew too much and he blew his load all over himself.

Vanessa moaned, almost cumming at the thought. She didn't realise how turned on she was and pulled her hand away, not wanting to ruin the fun that was about to happen. She turned off the shower and stepped out, picking up her towel. As she dried off, she noticed something hanging on the back of the door. It definitely hadn't been there when she got into the shower.

It was black and shiny and she realised what it was. A latex outfit. It wasn't hers, she'd gotten rid of all her latex when she had broken up with her ex. She reached up and took it down, feeling the rubbery material and biting her lip. God, she had missed it.

Without realising quite what she was doing, Vanessa found herself looking at her reflection in the steamed-up mirror as she admired how the latex looked on her. She didn't know what had compelled her to put it on, but it felt right to do so. The fact it fit her so perfectly only confirmed that fact. She knew from experience that well fitting latex usually had to be custom made.

She looked at herself in the mirror, loving how sexy she looked right now. The latex covered her shoulders, but left her arms bare. It also left her breasts bare, with only a strip of material going between them, attaching to strips of material that wrapped around her stomach. The bottom half resembled a pair of crotchless hotpants. She turned toward the door, deciding to keep the outfit on. Even if Ben wouldn't indulge her dominatrix fantasy, she could still let him fuck her while wearing this outfit.

Vanessa stepped out into the bedroom, expecting to find Ben sitting on the bed. Instead, he was laid on his back with his arms above his head, handcuffed to the headboard. His ankles weren't restrained like Vanessa had imagined, but this was still incredibly hot to walk out to.

"What's all this about?" She asked, suddenly unsure.

"I know you always wanted us to do this, so this is my treat to you. I'm at your service, Mistress," Ben replied. Vanessa's pussy literally throbbed with arousal at hearing her husband calling her Mistress. She grinned and walked over to him, cupping his balls in her hand.

"Say it again," she said.

"I'm your slave, Mistress," Ben replied. She squeezed his balls gently, causing him to groan.

"Good boy," she purred.

Vanessa didn't waste a moment, moving between her husband's legs. She had already decided what she wanted to do to him while showering, now it was time to actually doing it. She grabbed his cock by the base and leaned forward, sticking out her tongue and gently licking the sensitive head. Ben groaned in delight as he felt his wife's tongue licking his cock.

She worked him gently, never sucking or stroking it, just simply licking it gently. It was enough to get him extremely worked up, without providing the pleasure he desperately wanted. She could feel how hard he was, his cock begging for more attention, but she continued her gentle caress. She alternated between gentle licks on his cockhead, running her nails down his shaft and using her thumb to massage the sensitive underside.

"Please," Ben whined eventually.

"Please what?" Vanessa asked innocently.

"Stop teasing, I want to cum!"

"You can't cum, not without my permission," Vanessa said simply before returning to her teasing. Ben groaned in frustration and Vanessa smiled.

Another couple of minutes passed before he asked again, the desperation in his voice growing. Again, Vanessa denied him and continued her teasing.

"Mistress! I'm going to cum!" Ben declared suddenly. It had taken over ten minutes for him to reach this point.

"I told you, not without permission. There'll be a punishment if you cum without permission," Vanessa warned, but didn't stop her teasing. She knew he couldn't resist, he wasn't trained for it. Any moment now, he was going to cum.

"Mistress! Please!" Ben begged. Suddenly he didn't want to cum. This was Vanessa's favourite part. The time where they went from begging for an orgasm to begging her to stop bringing them to orgasm. Of course, she ignored him. Within another thirty seconds she felt his cock twitch. She quickly let go, letting it flop against his stomach as it pumped its first rope of sticky seed over his belly. Ben groaned in a mixture of pleasure and frustration, he'd never experienced a ruined orgasm before and he watched helplessly as his cock pumped more and more fluid onto his stomach.

"You bad boy! I told you not to cum without permission!" Vanessa scolded.

"I'm sorry Mistress!" Ben replied as the last of his orgasm oozed from his cock. Vanessa scooped a glob up on two of her fingers and pushed them into Ben's mouth. His eyes went wide, but as he met her gaze and saw how she was looking at him, he quickly began to lick her fingers clean without complaint.

"Good boy," she purred. She went into her suitcase and retrieved something Ben couldn't see. She turned back to him and climbed onto the bed. Facing away from him, she straddled his chest, lowering her pussy to his mouth. "Lick me."

Ben did as ordered, licking his Mistress's pussy. She moaned as she felt his tongue slide along her wet slit. Leaning forward, she took his cock in her hand. It was soft after his orgasm and she used the chance to place the chastity cage she'd retrieved onto it. She didn't know where it had come from, she definitely hadn't packed it, but some how she had known it was there. She snapped the lock shut, trapping his cock inside and placing the key on a chain around her neck. She moaned and rubbed her pussy on her husband's face, encouraging him to focus on her clit.

Ben knew what she wanted and focused on sensitive button. Vanessa moaned loudly as her husband ate her pussy. She placed her hands on his chest, rocking her hips back and forth as her orgasm built.

"Fuck, such a good pussy licker! Who needs that cock of yours when you have such a talented tongue!" She moaned. She reached up with one hand and grasped her breast, massaging it roughly as her husband made her cum. Pleasure rocked her body and she lifted her hips from his face, shuddering in pleasure as she did so. She looked down at his caged cock. She had no intention of keeping him in there for long, but he didn't need to know that. For now, he would do anything she ordered and Vanessa planned to take full advantage of that fact.

Vanessa found the latex outfit hanging on the shower door, a reminder of her past dominatrix fantasies. She missed the sensation of the tight material against her skin and decided to put it on, feeling empowered in her reflection. Upon entering the bedroom, she discovered Ben handcuffed to the bed, awaiting her dominance.

"I'm your slave, Mistress," Ben welcomed her, his desperation evident in his plea. Vanessa's heart raced at her husband's submission, her pussy throbbing with arousal. She quickly decided how she wanted to take advantage of this situation, embracing her new role as Mistress.

Vanessa teased Ben mercilessly, denying him the orgasm he so desperately wanted. She licked his cock slowly and gently, taunting him with her control. He begged and pleaded, but Vanessa's refusal only fueled his desperation. She knew he couldn't resist for much longer.

Finally, Vanessa allowed Ben to cum, but only after he begged for her permission. She watched with satisfaction as he came, the release a powerful reminder of her control over him. As his orgasm subsided, she secured his cock in a chastity cage, taking the key as a symbol of her power.

Vanessa had a newfound appreciation for her dominant side, a side she had previously feared. Ben's submission and her control brought a magic to their relationship she had never experienced before. This night in The Hotel 07: Room 211 would be a turning point in their relationship, a transformation in their dynamic that would lead to even greater pleasure and intimacy.

In the morning, Vanessa would reflect on the night's events, realizing that the man she had chosen to spend her life with was also the man who could bring out her wildest desires. The care and devotion she had for Ben only grew stronger, and she knew that this was just the beginning of their new adventures in the realm of dominance and submission.

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