Those damn hotel faucets | By zenlover
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Posted:Feb 19, 2016 6:41 pm
Last Updated:May 12, 2024 4:34 pm 21888 Views
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You are wearing a white robe as you knock on my hotel room door. You tell me when I open it that you can't figure out the way to turn on your faucet and wonder if I can show you the trick on mine. I agree that the hotel has a confusing one.
Sure, I say come on in. :yes: As I head into the bathroom ahead of you to show you the trick, you comment that being "on the road can be a hassle, and lonely" I agree.
Thanks, you say, after I show you, and you head out the door. A parting comment from you. "If you want to do something about that loneliness, knock on my door in 30 minutes." :blush:
30 minutes pass intensely as I shower, shave very carefully, especially my balls, and clean myself.. deeply.. everywhere. I know I may be over-expecting, but your assertiveness raises my hope for someone who might be the sensually dominant woman I so desire...
I knock on the door, fully dressed in case I misunderstood.... you open the door still in that robe, but looking refreshed and ready for play.... "You may come in, but if you do, you must agree to do what I say, and ONLY what I say..." I agree to do so.
I enter the room, you drop your robe to reveal a black latex bustier and black latex panties... an eveil grin greets me. "Are you still willing?" you ask. "Even more so" I respond. "Good" you say. "Strip for me and kneel." I rapidly and immediately comply. And so begins our adventure...
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A Dominant’s Fantasy, By Zenlover.
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Posted:Feb 19, 2016 6:39 pm
Last Updated:Aug 18, 2020 9:11 am 23273 Views
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We work together, you and I in my small business. While small, it is complex and demanding for me. It’s successful, quite successful, and you’ve been with me for about six months, coordinating my travel, my meetings, running interference for unwanted appointments. You’ve seen the work that I do, and it impresses you. I’m the most pleasant boss you could imagine working for, and the pay and benefits are great. You enjoy supporting me in this way, and you have gotten to know me more and more.
You’ve noted that sometimes I seem more tense & stressed out than others, and once you asked me if anything was wrong, and I said “no, just a little stressed” You asked if it was you, and I responded “no, not at all, I’m very pleased with your service!” There was a warm smile that came with it, that melted you a little, and you felt a surprising sexual zing move through you. Quite innocently, you said “If there is anything that I can do to help, you simply have to ask. Is there anything?” I paused before answering, and you realized how that might sound. That I might take you to mean something sexual. An immediate reddening came to your face, and the sexual surge of a moment before intensified. “Not right at the moment.” I said, and we each returned to our respective work at our desks, yours just outside of my office.
You found yourself distracted the rest of the day, sexually charged, wanting to play with yourself, and occasionally brushing your forearm across your breasts to keep the pleasure of sexual excitement alive throughout the afternoon. You loved this sexual tension, being turned on, almost more than you enjoyed orgasm, and liked to stay in this state for as long as you could. Your desk was situated such that you could have played up your skirt unobtrusively if you wanted to, but this day you had worn slacks. You did, however find yourself tensing your thigh muscles from time to time to intensify the experience of arousal. You were looking forward to getting home from work, putting the to bed, and then finding ways to play more intensely with yourself. Your husband was away, and even if he was not, it’s unlikely he would be of any help, as the sex had largely left your relationship, He was a good guy, and a great dad to your , but there was this emptiness in the sexual department that commonly left you frustrated. You found yourself looking forward to the times he was away so that you could play with yourself, and had found fun things to do on the internet, and built up a nice supply of pleasure toys to keep things interesting for yourself.
I know now, that night, as you teased and pleasured yourself, you found that you were thinking of me as you never had before. Wanting me, wishing that I would make a move on you, knowing that I never would. Not because of my fidelity to my wife--you sometimes wondered why I was still married, as you had seen her rebuff my physical compliments and affections many times, and you knew I was frustrated -- but because I was your boss. And as a boss, I would never open myself to the potential of a sexual harassment suit, no matter how much I trusted you.
By the time you were driving into work the next day, you knew you would have to make the first move, and it would have to leave no question in my mind that you wanted me, that you wanted me to take you, that you wanted me to fill the void that your sexual life had become. You hatched a plan.
Over the next weeks, especially when your husband was out of town, you began wearing more and more sensual clothing. Nothing slutty, but elegant, refined and sexy. As you shopped for these things, imagining wearing them in front of me, you were often wet, and a number of times had brought yourself to a quick orgasm in the changing room of various clothing stores. You especially enjoyed doing that at Victoria’s Secret, and the clothing you were buying was making you feel more and more horny, with that lovely sexual arousal just under the surface all day long. And you knew I was noticing. You saw the look that I tried to hide. You saw the pleasure in my eyes when you dressed sexy for work, you saw my curiosity.
I had always been attracted to you, but I doubted you would keep working for me if you ever suspected how much. Now, I was beginning to rethink that opinion. That’s why I asked you to travel with me to the next trade show, but in a different role than in the past. This time, you would replace the models that we typically hired to attract male buyers to our booth. We’d save the money, and they would be greeted by someone who knew the business, rather than just a flirt. You sensed that I was somewhat uncomfortable asking you this, but you had the presence of mind to leverage the opportunity to lead me to the conclusion you wanted me to get to. You said when asked “I’d love to do that! It makes me feel sexy to dress sexy, and god knows I’m not getting any attention at home. I’m thrilled that you asked, I only hope that you’ll be happy with my look as compared to the models.” The latter said with downcast eyes. Would it be OK for me to bring in some of the outfits I might wear and get your opinion about what I should bring?” “Sure”, I said, feigning nonchalance, but very much liking where this idea was going. “Great,” you said, “The calendar is clear on Thursday, I’ll bring some stuff in then.” I chuckled pleasantly and said “I’m looking forward to it!” with a warm – and maybe something else – smile.
That night, you could not keep your hands off of your body and out of your crotch. Your husband was home, but you masturbated in bed anyway, after he had fallen asleep. Your fantasies ran from me ravishing you, to you seducing me, to me requiring you to change in front of me. You wanted all of it, but none more than the thrill of seeing that look of pleasure in my eye that you sometimes saw.
That evening and the next were a blur of shopping, caressing, imagining... It was fun, but you were getting incredibly horny. Imagining and masturbating were not enough anymore. You wanted it to be real, and your willingness to take great risks to make it real was increasing. And you would find, that she who takes the greatest risks, gains the greatest rewards...
Thursday, you arrived with your bags of clothing, early before I got to work, and laid them out in our conference room. You drew the blinds and made the morning coffee. You were wearing your favorite outfit, but not the sexiest. You were saving that for later.
As I arrived and was greeted by you with my coffee, I was taken with how sharp and sexy you looked, but was not sure if this was one of the outfits you were going to show me or not. “Today is modeling day” you told me, “What do you think?” “I like it I said, turn around for me and step closer into this light from the window” when I uttered those words, so innocently yet so assuredly, you felt a rush of blood and wetness to your crotch, your nipples perked up, and your face reddened. I saw the reddened face, and suddenly noticed your nipples myself. “I’m sorry,” I said “I’ve embarrassed you” “No” you said, “you excited me...” and with that unedited remark you were embarrassed and you fled to the conference room. I gave you a few moments to collect yourself, then followed you in.
“Are you OK” I asked? “Don’t feel bad, you’re not the only one getting turned on by this, which is the point, isn’t it?
Thrilled, you said “Oh, yes! It’s what I’ve wanted for so long!”
“I wish you had said something earlier, I said, “I would have taken you to conferences in this role before.”
Realizing that I had misunderstood, your smile quickly faded, and I noticed. “What’s wrong?” I asked, and then your true meaning dawned on me. “Oh” I said, “now I understand” and with this awareness, I felt my cock twitch with pleasure. “You’ve wanted to turn me on.”
“Yes” you said with downcast eyes.
“Harassment be damned” I thought with my big brain as my little head began to take control, as I submitted to my bottled up urges, and gave into my desire for you.
“I see” I said, “you want to turn me on. You do. And your desire to turn me on turns me on even more than the visual treat that your outfits have been giving me over these last few months.”
“I’m not sure what you mean.” You said
“It’s like this” I explained, “I see lots of attractive women every day. But knowing that you want to turn me on, desire to get me horny, wish for my arousal, this gives me the true pleasure.”
“I wish it” you say.
“What do you wish,” I ask?
“I wish to turn you on, to arouse you” you breathe out quietly and wantonly. “Please, allow me to turn you on” you ask.
“You are,” I say, “continue.” I’m going to have my coffee. Now let me see the rest of the outfits you’ve chosen for the trip.”
As you raise your eyes back up to meet mine, your gaze flows over my crotch and you cannot help but notice that that my cock is growing. It the sight, another spike of pleasure flows through you. “Yes, Ok, I will” you say. And turn to take the next outfit into the bathroom.
You had never been so turned on as you were by the time you got to the sexiest outfit, and it was clear to you that I was too. My directions to you were becoming bolder and more direct, “Turn around” had turned to “Let me see your ass” and “Step into the light” had turned to “bend over.” Each new command being given with greater assertiveness on my part. Your arousal was intense, and judging by the bulge in my pants and the obvious fact that I had repositioned my cock to allow it to become fully erect in my pants while you were changing, there was ample evidence of my desire as well.
In a moment of slutty thinking, you left your panties off for the last outfit, and came into the room. “What do you think?” you asked as you slithered in, feeling a sensual and uninhibited as a skilled stripper would. “Does this turn you on?” “Absolutely, I said. Keep turning me on. Touch yourself. Pleasure yourself in front of me. Sit. Here on the conference table. I want to see you touch yourself in the way you like to be touched.”
And so it began....
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I Give Myself to Your Sensual Dominance. By Zenlover
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Posted:Feb 19, 2016 4:34 pm
Last Updated:Jul 19, 2021 12:09 pm 23602 Views
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I Give Myself to Your Sensual Dominance. By Zenlover
We met online through Fetlife, and enjoyed each other’s company there, playing sexually from time to time as I travelled in my sales position and had evenings free in hotel rooms. I was happily married in all things but sex. She clearly wanted vanilla for the rest of her life, I was an explorer by nature.
I knew when I made the decision to fly in and out of the airport near you on my next business trip that the main reason I was doing so was in hopes of meeting you. I had been looking for a while for a trip when I could excuse such a move with my wife and business associates, and I’d finally found it. I would set it up so that I could stay in a hotel in Burlington upon my return, without it being known. I would use points to reserve the room... the only way I could be free of scrutiny.
I chose the Hilton and reserved a King, hoping that it might prove useful to you, and if not knowing I would be there masturbating and teasing myself furiously wishing that you were there. I did this hoping that when I told you I had, you would agree to meet me. Perhaps for coffee, perhaps in a bar, but in some way so that you could safely and discreetly check me out.
The time had come. We were meeting as you requested, in the early evening, at a coffee shop you seldom went to, but could explain away as a “work thing” if necessary. I arrived before you and sat at a corner table from which I could see the door. You arrived exactly on time, just as my excitement was peaking, my heart was pounding, hands perspiring and cock gently tumescent. Our eyes make contact, I smile and tilt my head to the side, delighted to see your smile in return. I like what I see, and a surge flows through me. My heart pounds for a moment, my face flushes, and I feel a pleasant surge in my crotch. “God, I hope she’ll have me” I think. “I so want to submit to her, to be her plaything tonight.”
Ignoring me for a moment, you go to the counter and order something and I become momentarily insecure, wondering if I have mistaken someone for you. But with your coffee in hand you walk over to me looking me directly in the eye. I sense your power and confidence, and I am the first to break eye contact.
“Bill?” you ask as I stand and reach my hand out. I smile with relief tinges with racing desire, gently shaking your hand as you sit and I follow. You are immediate and direct:
“Do you like what you see?”
“Yes, absolutely.” I reply.
“Good. So do I.” You reply. “Are you ready to submit to me? Now?”
“I already have,” I reply, and so wish to continue doing so.”
You chuckle quietly and say that you are not surprised.
“Give me your room key.” You demand, and I fish it from my pocket, handing it over immediately and obediently. “Good boy.” You say. “And your room Number?”
“432” I say.
“Go there. Now. Strip naked and lay face down on the bed with your arms spread above your head and your legs spread wide. Like in the photo you sent me. I will arrive shortly. When you hear the door open, you are not to look up to assure yourself it is me. You are to lay there and not move or speak unless you are told to do so. Do you understand?” you ask in a kind but firm voice.
I so want to please you, and am thrilled with your instructions, even though I know that it could be you or anyone who enters the room. I simply and calmly state a quiet “Yes Mistress and immediately stand up and leave.
I go right to the hotel, Identify myself at the front desk and get a second key as I “left mine in the room” and head on up. I turn the heat up a bit and quickly strip as you directed, immediately laying on the bed with a raging erection. I wonder how long it will be. I wonder if you will ever come at all. I wonder if you will be alone. I wonder if you will send someone else. I am nervous.
I lay there about five minutes, although it feels longer. My erection has left me, but it keeps coming back and leaving again as I imagine what might happen.
Finally, to my relief and worry both, I hear the door open.
It closes and I hear a rustle as someone enters the room. I do not look. I breathe shallowly holding my breath occasionally to listen. My cock begins to harden once again. For a long moment there is silence. I lay there with my legs spread wide. Vulnerable. Submitting. Submissive. Owned in this moment by you. Your toy to play with. But is it you? I am not 100% sure, absolutely petrified of any other outcome, and absolutely desirous for you. For your touch. For your voice. For your direction.
I feel a hand slide into the crack of my as then up it and away. Then nothing. Not a sound. I feel a thrill course through me, and worry that it is not you. I go back and forth between fear and abandoning myself to this, as you have directed me to do so. I am in your hands whether these are your hands touching me or not.
I hear rustling that sounds to me like clothing being shed. I hear a long zipper sound and then the sound of Velcro and metal rustling. My left ankle is wrapped in something. I think it to be a Velcro cuff of some sort. My right ankle is grabbed next and spread farther before being wrapped as well. I am spread quite wide and I realize a spreader bar has been placed between my ankles. Still not a word has been said, and I have remained silent as directed.
Once again a hand slides up my ass crack.
I feel someone get on the bed, on the opposite side of that to which my head faces. Once again I feel a hand slide up my ass. But this time it is wet. Slick. A finger begins to play with my asshole, teasing it. Gentle, yet confident. There is a shift on the bed as I feel a finger enter me and a breath by my ear. “Good boy” You say.
I am flooded with relief that it is you and now my sexual excitement roars to full intensity. I cannot help but moan, and I hear you chuckle in response. “Good boy” you repeat. You have submitted to me as I have required. Tonight you will be my toy and we will experience intense pleasure together. You will do as I direct. You will continue to submit. You will come when I command, but only as I command, as many times as I command. Speak.”
“Yes Mistress. I am yours” I say.
“Excellent” you reply. As you slide your finger out of me. “Do not move.”
I feel you get off of the bed and you unclasp my ankles.
“Off of the bed and on the floor on your knees in front of me, eyes open but looking at the floor. Quickly.”
I comply immediately, kneeling in front of you. For the moment that my eyes cross your body, I see that you are wearing your bra and panties. They are very sexy on you. I want to look more, but I look down as you have directed.
“Good” you state. “Now grab your cock. I want to see this edging that you have done for me so many times in the past. Stroke for me Bill. Edge. Continue to look at the floor until you do so, and when you reach that edge, look at my eyes.”
I stroke for you, and it does not take long to reach the edge, as you have me so incredibly turned on. I look up into your eyes with absolute desire, lust and submission. No one has ever looked at you with such an expression of want. An expression that only a puppy could have, but only a man’s face could express.
An expression that says I want to please you and I will do anything to do so.
You feel a surprising sense of erotic potential course through you as you see my eyes reach yours, as you see my edgingly hard cock at attention in my hand for you.
“Hold that edge” you say, “I want your tongue” I hold the edge as you release your breasts from your bra and as you slowly step out of your panties.
“Stop” you say as you step toward me, spreading your legs, placing your hand on the back of my head and guiding me to you as you say “Please me with your mouth. Hands behind your back”
I breathe you in as you guide me to you, smelling you. Wanting you. You are incredibly wet yourself and taste slick and delicious on my tongue. I slide up your slit once and across your clit, lapping up your juice and swallowing lustily. I hear you moan and I breathe harder myself. Kissing for a moment all around your mons, labia and upper thigh, I worship you with my lips before lapping once again at your wetness. I am amazed at my incredible desire for you. My incredible desire to please you, to give you the most pleasure possible, to attend to you so that I might prolong and intensify your pleasure. I continue to alternate between labial licks and clitoral tweaks as I explore what seems to please you. You give me feedback with your moans and the pressure of your hand on my head. My cock is rock hard with no stimulation other than your taste, texture and the thought that I am pleasing you. I am out of time, in the zone, totally present. I am your pleasure toy and nothing else, and it turns me on more than I have ever been to be so.
And so our evening begins.
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Tease and Denial, Tease and Delay
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Posted:Feb 12, 2010 9:32 am
Last Updated:Feb 19, 2016 4:27 pm 27697 Views
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Over the last couple of years, I've managed some of my sexual frustration by participating in a site that is user run, and totally free called www.Milovana.com. Yup, I know all thse things we all get that say "it's free" but this is the real deal. A great guy runs it as a hobby, and because content is created by the user community, it's able to flourish. Only in the last little while has he set up some outbound pay per click links, which feed the site if we click on them, but cost nothing to those of us playing on the site.
The basic idea is fantasy domination and masturbation instructions via text. A full range of fetish from painfully demeaning to sensually seductive. I prefer a mix, but lean toward the sensual. Most are oriented towards men, but a few are for women these days.
I've created two of the teases, which you can enjoy here: Triple W .milovana.com/webteases/showtease.php?id=88
and here:Triple W .milovana.com/webteases/showtease.php?id=302
Both were evaluated pretty highly (he stated with pride) and were nominated as "Tease of the month"
Have fun, and look me up there if you'd like.
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So close, but not to be...
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Posted:Dec 21, 2009 9:38 am
Last Updated:Aug 18, 2020 9:15 am 28290 Views
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I met an interesting woman via Craigslist last week, and we were moving steadily toward a real time meeting. She was curious and interested in the same things as I and it seemed we'd be a great fit.
But then alas, hours before we were to meet at her place, I find out my wife knows her. It seemed too likely that we would be found out. Plus, where she lives and wanted to meet was surrounded by neighbors who know my face and would wonder what I was doing there...perhaps out loud. The danger was too great, and i thought with my big brain instead of my small one.
If ever found out, I would be doomed to deal with a vindictive woman who would undoubtedly attempt to limit access to my boys, and who would likely attempt to poison their attitude toward their father.
So I reluctantly backed out...
Am I doomed to simply masturbate my way to the point where my boys are adults?
If only I could find the anonymity I need with a woman who is interesting and interested... So hard in the north country, pun intended.
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The RT Situation
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Posted:Dec 15, 2009 5:07 am
Last Updated:Jul 19, 2021 12:10 pm 30260 Views
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What is my reality?
I'm married to a woman who does not like to kiss, and in the few instances when we do, french kissing is out of the question.
I'm married to a woman who does not like me to go down on her, even though I love doing so.
I'm married to a woman who has no sexual curiosity.
I'm married to a woman who does not like her breasts touched.
I'm married to a woman wo holds her legs close together, denying me access to anything but her clit, unless we're fucking.
I'm married to a woman who does not like sensual extended foreplay... she is orgasm centric, like many guys, and wants just her clit stimulated so she can orgasm quickly. Then an unimaginative effort to grudgingly give me an orgasm.
But. She's a great mom to my .
Since we've been married, the only time she has been fun, open and free sexually is when she thought I might leave her. None of these restrictions were visible prior to being married. And yes, we've gone to therapy. Lots of it. Only real outcome has been for me to decide that raising healthy is worth the sacrifice. But then I find myself here. So be it.
Is it me, I've wondered for so many years? I'm fit, clean, respectful, helpful, sensitive, sensual. I was in many relationships before this one, and my lovers were pleased with me as a sexual being. This relationship was different before marriage, and although nothing special sexually, certainly not so restricted.
Is there hope that I can fill the sexual void without ending the relationship? You tell me.
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Feeling like more of a switch all of the time
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Posted:Dec 14, 2009 8:16 am
Last Updated:Apr 5, 2017 12:30 pm 19560 Views
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Over the last few months, my fantasies have included being sensually dominant, and I'm more & more interested in trying that out real time. I see myself gradually and slowly seducing my female slave into total willingness to please. Wispering in her ear as she kneels on the floor submisively... touching her in unexpected ways.... sensual caresses... light slaps and pinches followed by wispers of good girl and a pleasure giving series of focused caresses... positioning her body in ways that visually please me, leaving her vulnerable and exposed to my horny gaze... directing her to worship my cock, balls and body as a route to her own pleasure. It all sounds yummy these days.
Yes, I still also fantasize about this entire scenario in reverse, but my interests seem to have expanded.
For fun, if you want to get a sense of my sensual submissive side, as well as the mind that might cause yo so gradually move into submission, go to milovana.com and search zenlover to see the teases I created.
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