ROOM 433 (Part 1)

Room 433.  There is no noise in this room, except what makes it through the walls from the surrounding rooms.  I checked in, I've stored my possessions, as ordered, and now I am silently awaiting my one and only to arrive.  The requested food sits ready on the desk, plate, napkin and fork all set.  Everything is ready.  I strip down, kneel onto a carpet that has seen the bottoms of more shoes than I will own in my life time.  With my back to the door, I spread my knees wide, straighten my back, place my hands together on the carpet, my forehead on my hands.  I raise my ass high to properly display myself.  And wait.  No noise, but me breathing.  I soothe my mind, making sure I have followed orders.  My body buzzes with energy, I know he nears.  I concentrate on every muscle in my body.  It is a technique I have developed over the years, designed to keep myself in position and disipate any pain that may come along with my Master's desired pose for my body.  It also helps to make time pass, as often a slave will be meant to hold a position for any extended period of time the Master chooses.  I find my mental numb spot and relax ever so slightly.  Some time passes, no noise reaches me.  Suddenly, from down the hall, I hear the bell of the elevator.  Footsteps approach the room.  My heart leaps, pounds so hard against my chest I fear it will fall out.  After months of no sexual, physical contact, I am about to be near the one person that can make me cum by just looking at me.  With that thought, I feel moisture between my pussy lips.  The steps stop outside the door.  The keycard is inserted and I have to restrain every part of me to keep from moving to see him.  The door opens, his bag is set down to prop it wide, exposing my already mosit pussy and tight asshole to the hallway.  "Mmmmmmm" I hear from his chest, and instantly I am greatful I didn't move.  "What a good, good slave I have."  Leaving the door open, He walks to the bed and sits on the edge closest to me.  His energy wraps around me, setting me to vibrating.  "I am going to use the washroom, slave.  Whoever decides to look upon you through that open door, has my permission to enjoy the view."  He runs one finger down my spine and walks away into the bathroom.  My pussy drips in anticipation, begging me to pursue His cock, make it hard and ride it till morning- but to do so would mean BIG trouble.  So still I wait, as my Master is in the next room.  I hear a door open down the hall.  Two male voices float in the open door.  Their door closes and they begin their walk to the elevator- a walk that leads them right past our open door.  The voices get louder as they approach and then their conversation drops off.  I cannot turn to see them, but I know they are admiring my pussy.  The bathroom door opens, and they hurry down the hall.  My Master sits back on the bed and leans towrds me.  "I heard your visitors, slave.  I hope you did not cover yourself?"  "No Master."  I say to the carpet.  "Good girl," He says stroking my hair.  "You may go close the door.  Hang my clothes and start the shower while I eat."  "Yes Master." I say, getting up swiftly to do His bidding, hoping I show no signs of the stiffness that set in from my extended kneeling.  I pick up His bag as He settles in front of His requested meal.  Taking care to remove His clothes and hang them properly.  I also line His boots up in the closet and move His robe to the bathroom.  I turn the shower on, making sure the water is hot, but not too hot.  I lay the towels out and bath mat down, remove the wrappings on the soap and place the shampoo within reach.  I pad lightly out of bathroom- a slave is NOT meant to be heard, and over to the desk.  I kneel on the floor, knees spread, back straight, shoulders back, head down, palms face up and on the tops of my thighs, facing my Master.  Without looking up from His food, He says, "You may remove my boots, slave." Skillfully, my fingers pluck the laces from their hiding spots and begin to swiftly loosen them for removal.  When done with that I return to my position.  "I am almost finished, slave.  You may sit as you wish."  I slide much closer and lay my head against His muscular thigh.  My heart pounds, and my body relaxes.  Being in contact with Him is like being on some wonderful drug.  All is right with the world when I touch Him.  He places His hand on my head, completing my relaxation and I take a deep steadying breath.  When He touches me, it is as though a wild animal wakes inside of me.  And He knows it.  He finishes His last few bites and raises my head so our eyes may meet.  His face glows, to me, and nothing could look more perfect.  "I have missed you, slave." "And I you, Master."  "I badly need to bathe, and my muscles ache.  You shall take care of my needs and if you do well, I shall take care of yours."  My pussy drips at the thought.  "As you wish, Master."  He lifts me and stands up- guiding me into the bathroom.  I remove His clothes carefully and quickly.  I open the shower curtain and He climbs in, momentarily disappearing in the steam.  "Come, slave."  I climb in after him, closing the curtain behind me.  As He soaks Himself, eyes closed, I get a brief moment to admire the beauty  of the man I have pledged my mind, body and soul to forever.  I am proud to be His property.  I pick up the soap and start lathering His body, slowly, relishing the opportunity to run my hands along His skin.  I save the best for last, lathering my hands, setting the soap down and then wrapping both hands around His cock.  I wash slowly.  My pussy begs me to drop down and suck His cock.  Faster than I can blink, I am against the wall of the shower, my hands pinned above my head.  His face, inches from mine, He grins evilly.  "You were enjoying that a bit too much, my slave." My eyes drop down, "I am sorry Master." "Yes you will be..." Releasing my hands, he turns back into the water.  "You will get out of the shower, find my small black bag.  Remove the whip, rope and clamps from it, lay them out, then come wait outside of the shower for me, my bad little slave."  "Yes Master."  I climb out swiftly, dry off slightly and go to retrieve the items required for my punishment.  Within two minutes, I am knelt outside of the shower, waiting.  Ten minutes later, my knees are screaming from the unforgiving tile, my Master exits the shower.  I begin to dry him off.  His cock stands hard in front of me.