Lisa Submits (2/10)(MF, BD, DS, cons)


As she finally pulled into the Hilton parking lot, Lisa saw that she
was already five minutes late. She had left home in plenty of time,
she thought, but she had not anticipated the Friday afternoon traffic.
A minor accident which slowed traffic even more had only made the
problem worse. She hoped that Jack would not be upset by  her
tardiness, or, better yet, perhaps HE would be late, too. As she
exited the car, the dildo moved inside of her, an ever-present
reminder of her Master. And she had a sudden wish that her Master
WOULD be upset with her!

As she entered the hotel lounge, she looked around, trying to find
him. She had studied his picture repeatedly over the last several
days, trying to memorize his features so she would recognize him, but
the only picture she had was not a very good one, and she wasn't sure
she could pick him out of the crowd. She did not see anyone who looked
even remotely like the picture, and she allowed the waitress to lead
her to a secluded table in the rear of the lounge, as he had
instructed her.

As she walked, she became acutely conscious of her appearance. The
high heels tended to make her hips sway as she walked. This caused the
large intruder lodged in her pussy to move about, stimulating her
juices and making her hips sway even more. She noticed several men
watching her, businessmen she guessed, and even a couple of women
glanced her way. She avoided making eye contact with any of them, but
she was certain they were all watching her ass sway in the tight
leather skirt. Unless they were more interested in the hard points of
her nipples, poking against the sweater! Her face reddened even more,
but her breathing quickened as the idea of displaying herself this way
added to her excitement.

She asked the waitress to just bring water, again according to his
instructions, and waited for him to find her. As she glanced around
the crowded room she saw that most of the patrons had resumed their
conversations, with no further glances in her direction. But at one
nearby table, three young men in suits were eyeing her with interest,
and whispering among themselves. She tried to avoid looking at them,
but her insecurity was asserting itself, and she was becoming worried.
She hoped they would not come over to her table. Again, she scanned
the room, looking for her Master.

******

Jack was sitting in the lobby when he saw her enter. He had just
managed to arrive there on time, and after a quick check of the lounge
he sat in a corner with a magazine. While she had sent him many
pictures of herself (including several delightful nude poses!), his
aversion to cameras had kept her from having a decent picture of him,
only one rather fuzzy profile. And he doubted that she would be able
to recognize him from that. He doubted he could recognize himself from
that picture!

So he knew immediately when she entered the lobby, even without the
benefit of knowing what she was wearing. He saw her scan the room, and
her gaze passed over him, as he expected. He smiled slightly as she
moved toward the lounge, and was very pleased with the way her ass
moved beneath the skirt. It took an effort of will to remain seated,
and not run to meet her. 

As she was moving toward the back of the lounge with the waitress, he
slipped inside to one of the pay phones, where he could see her
clearly. She was obviously nervous, and he thought he could detect
some embarrassment. He noticed the three men at the table at the same
time she did, and decided to wait a few more minutes to see what would
happen. It didn't take long before one of the men stood up and walked
to her table. He couldn't hear, but she was obviously refusing his
advances. The man would not leave her, however, and he could see she
was getting upset. He could not let that happen, so he moved to her
table to intervene. 

As soon as she saw him coming, she knew! It was him! It was her
Master, coming to her rescue! The stranger, seeing her looking behind
him, turned towards Jack, and straightened up. 

"Excuse me," Jack said. "You are blocking my seat, I believe."

The man looked at him, and started to say something, but then he
stepped aside and returned to his own table, muttering an apology as
he went. Jack sat down in the chair next to Lisa and took her hand in
his.

"Hello, my love!" he said. And he saw the tears come to her eyes, and
felt her hand tremble in his.

"Hello, Master," she whispered, and a single tear rolled down her
cheek.

Jack reached over and caught the tear on his finger. He caressed her
cheek with his hand, as the fingers of his other hand locked with
hers. They spoke softly and quickly, their eyes never leaving each
other, until finally the waitress interrupted. He ordered a glass of
champagne for her, but only a sparkling water for himself. At her
questioning look, he said, "I must be in complete control of myself,
tonight. I wouldn't want to hurt you inadvertently." The sharp intake
of breath told  him she understood him completely.

"You followed my instructions?"

"Yes, Master," she replied, meekly, and lowered her eyes demurely. "I
am very wet, and hot from all the stimulation."

"Good," he noted. "I want you to go to the ladies room. You will
remove your panties and the dildo and return them to me here. You will
also insert this into your pussy." He handed her a small, egg shaped
object. It looked similar to her own vibrating egg, though slightly
larger, but it did not have a control unit attached, only a single
wire hanging down.  She reached for her purse, but with a single shake
of his head he informed her of his intent. She would have to carry the
sodden panties and dildo through the room!

She was grateful that the ladies room was empty when she arrived. She
went into the first stall and quickly removed her panties. They were
literally soaked with her juices. The stimulation from removing the
thick dildo brought a soft moan to her lips, and she was tempted to
masturbate with it, but she knew he would not approve.  She used two
fingers to insert the egg into her pussy, eliciting another moan.
Then, gathering her panties and dildo, she left the stall. She nearly
washed her hands at the sink, but then stopped to think that her
Master had not TOLD her to wash her hands! Perhaps he wanted her to
have her juices on her fingers? She decided not to wash and left the
ladies room.

As soon as she left the room, she noticed that Jack had changed seats,
moving into the chair that she had vacated. This allowed him to view
the whole room, including her exit from the rest room. She began
walking towards him, the high heels still making her sway, causing her
pussy lips to rub together. She saw that her Master had something in
his hand, and as she moved towards him, he raised it and pressed a
button. Immediately, the egg in her pussy began to vibrate wildly. Her
eyes opened wide, and her knees weakened, nearly spilling her to the
floor. She barely managed to stifle a moan, and covered her stumble
with a rueful grin. But the vibrations continued as she walked across
the lounge, and she could feel her juices dripping on her legs,
running down to the tops of her stockings. It was without a doubt the
longest walk she had ever endured, and she was afraid that she would
cum right there in the middle of the lounge!

Finally, as she reached the table, he switched off the vibrations.
Relieved, but frustrated, she began to sit down next to Jack when he
told her to raise the back of her skirt, so that her naked thighs
would be in contact with the cool plastic seat cover.  Maneuvering
carefully, she managed to accomplish her task with no one seeing, and
gratefully sank onto the chair. Jack reached over and asked for her
panties. She handed him the wadded strip of cloth, still damp from her
pussy's emissions, and he held them beneath his nose, inhaling deeply. 

"Smells delicious," he commented. "They are very wet. That means the
dildo must be soaked with your juice!"

"Yes, Master," she acknowledged, "it is."

"Lick it clean before you put it into your purse," he commanded.

She had managed to keep the dildo and panties hidden during her walk
through the lounge, but how could she follow this command without
letting everyone know? She hesitated, looking into his eyes, seeking a
way out. Slowly, she brought the large, penis-shaped invader to her
lips and started licking it. As she did, she felt the egg in her pussy
begin to vibrate once more, and a soft moan escaped her. Soon she was
sucking and licking the dildo with abandon, letting herself be
immersed in the delicious sensations emanating from her crotch. 

Just as she felt she could not hold back, and would cum right there in
the chair, the vibrations ceased. 

"Very good, Pet. You may put the dildo away now." She pushed the toy
into her purse, and turned back to him. "You hesitated, Lisa," he
stated coldly. "I gave you a command and you hesitated. That is not
acceptable."

She lowered her eyes, her face blushing, and said, "I'm sorry,
Master."

"You will be punished for that infraction, you realize."

"Yes, Master. I should not have hesitated. I deserve to be punished."

"Very well. An additional ten spanks will be added to your total." He
leaned over and took her hand in his. "However, you   have  been very
good, so far, so I will only use my hand for those ten spanks."

Lisa shivered, whether in fear or anticipation, she could not tell.
"Thank you, Master. You are very kind to your pet."

"However," he added, and his voice now turned hard. "You were fifteen
minutes late!" She gasped, and squirmed in her chair. "Did you think I
would not notice?" She held her head down even lower, and the color
drained from her cheeks. 

"I'm sorry, Master, but there was so much traffic, and then there
was…"

"Enough!" he hissed, sharply. "No excuses! You  were late, and that is
all that matters!"

"Yes, Master. I was late." Her voice was low and soft, and he could
see her trembling again. But this time, he knew it was fear, not
desire, that caused her trembling. 

He took her chin in his hand and lifted her face up. Then he leaned
over and kissed her lightly on the lips, lingering there briefly,
calming her fears. As he pulled back, he could see her, eyes closed,
take a deep breath, and she was calm again. Still frightened, still
unsure, but no longer trembling. 

"Remember," he stated softly, "you always have your safeword. This is
new for both of us, so don't be afraid to use it if you must."

She looked at him and smiled softly. "Thank you, Master. I will
remember."

He looked at her closely, waiting, but she did not say it. "Very well.
That will be fifteen spanks for being late, and an additional  fifteen
for trying to hide it. With the belt."

She stiffened at this comment, but once again she lowered her eyes and
said, "Yes, Sir. Thank you, Master. Your pet deserves to be punished."
And even as she spoke these words, she could feel her nipples harden
again, and her juices started flowing once more.

He picked up her panties from the table and put them in his pocket.
Once more, he leaned over and kissed her on the mouth, lingering  even
longer than before, until he felt her lips part beneath his.  "Good,"
he stated. "Then let's get started!" They stood up from the table and
he took her arm in his and led her from the lounge. The small puddle
of her juices which were left on the red plastic seat were ample
evidence of her desire.  Her Master was finally going to make her
dreams come true!