Sandras Fantasy

Sandra's Fantasy - Chapter 03 BY Sandra and Tappy McWidestance With editing help from Lisa Jones

Author's Note: Please read chapter 01 and 02 before reading chapter 03 or you will be pretty lost. As with the previous chapters, chapter 03 will be told from multiple points of view.

*** Jeannie's POV ***

Friday night at the hotel was very educational for me. Nicole had been sending me the chat logs of the conversations she had been having with Sandra posing as Mistress D, but I didn't believe her. I didn't think she could have wrapped the obviously intelligent and strong woman around her finger that quickly and easily. Nicole told me she always had the gift of sensing when a woman was submissive. After that, it was just finding out a pressure point and pushing. I was quickly figuring out she was right.

Nicole told me about her plans for Sandra at the hotel. I told her she was full of shit that Sandra would never do what Nicole had planned, but she was confident. I told her maybe Mistress D could get Sandra to follow the instructions but if the tasks came from Nicole instead, Sandra would pass since she'd only talked to her the one time. Nicole was confident, however, that Sandra really craved submission and that she could get the woman to do anything she wanted.

We ended up betting my ass, literally, on the outcome. As I told you before, although I never told Nicole in so many words, I secretly loved when she would order me make love to her. Sure I played hard to get, but I did enjoy it. So when Nicole offered to prove her dominance over Sandra, I was quick to join her merry gang to aid Sandra's seduction. To make things interesting because I didn't understand how she could get Sandra to go along with her plan, Nicole offered me the following bet. If Sandra followed every order, Nicole would get to spank me in front of Sandra and then I had to eat her out. Nicole had told me the broad outlines of what she intended to have Sandra do. I didn't believe she would give her soiled panties to a stranger and I didn't believe she would flash the bartender so I figured I would win the bet. When I asked Nicole what I would win she said $100. I questioned her about putting up cash instead of having her pleasure me and she said mistresses don't eat pussy on command. I told her my virtue was worth more than $100. It's not, but I wanted to see how confident she was in her success. She immediately went to $200. We haggled a bit and end at $250 for her side of the bet. To me the offer was win/win. I'd either get to watch Nicole fail and take her money or I'd get to indulge my secret pleasure of submitting to her.

We met at the hotel and immediately I began to feel less confident about winning. She introduced me to Erin who was the night manager. I could see from the look in Erin's eyes that she was totally smitten with Nicole. I also met Liz who was walking through the lobby on the way to her shift in the bar. Nicole briefed them both. They both were obviously willing to help Nicole in any way they could. Apparently Nicole had a harem of older women on call to do her bidding.

Erin gave us the swipe card to room 909. Nicole told Liz her task was to watch out for Sandra's safety in the bar and to give her a napkin with the room number at the appropriate time. Nicole showed Liz how to write the numbers and hand the napkin to Sandra so she would think the room number was 606. Nicole had a devious mind when it came to practical jokes. If her plan worked, Sandra would be completely frazzled by that time she got to our room. I only wish I could have seen the look on her face when she went to the wrong room. Erin said the hotel was less than half full on a typical weekend and she would make sure room 606 was empty. Liz asked how she would know what the right time was to send Sandra on her way and Nicole told her not to worry. It would be obvious. Liz was satisfied with that answer and then left to go to the bar. Erin escorted us to the surveillance room behind the check-in counter. There was another woman working the counter but I didn't catch her name. We had about 15 minutes before Sandra was due to arrive.

Erin showed us where the controls were for the hotel's security system. It was obvious Nicole had been in the room before because she sat down and immediately began panning certain cameras into the positions she wanted. Erin smiled and left us alone. Nicole was obviously in charge. Suddenly I decided maybe my bet would not be so easy to win after all.

Right on time Sandra walked into the lobby. Nicole followed her every step. I could tell she was nervous, but she looked stunning. I could only watch and drool a little. I prayed I looked that good at her age. I had to laugh a bit to myself as Erin handed her the instruction envelope. My pussy was getting wet at the thought of participating in this game. Nicole seemed to have everything planned perfectly and I now put her chance of success above 90%. I wiggled my ass a bit involuntarily thinking about her spanking me. We watched Sandra move to where she thought she was unseen in the lobby, but of course a different camera picked her up and showed her reading the instructions. It was deliciously naughty to watch her reaction as she assumed she was alone.

As if on cue, she walked out of range of the lobby camera, but Nicole shifted to the one which captured the area around the meeting rooms and Sandra quickly reappeared. I didn't bother to ask how Nicole knew she would pick this isolated area. Of course there are no cameras in the bathroom itself, but based on the way Sandra was walking when she exited, I knew she had followed Nicole's instructions to the letter. We then switched to the camera behind the front desk. Nicole panned the camera to focus on Sandra's face while she waited for her turn at the counter. I almost felt sorry for her. Even through the poor resolution video I could feel the conflict within her. I also felt a sense of relief in her facial expression when she handed over the envelope as if a huge weight had been lifted. It was almost as if once she crossed the line of admitting why she was there she now felt like everything was going to be alright. We then switched to the camera outside the bar door. Erin also came back into the security office carrying the envelope with Sandra's soiled thong.

I wasn't paying close attention to Erin. I was watching Sandra pausing at the bar door as if she was willing herself to continue playing the game. In fact I didn't notice that Erin had dropped to her knees and was crawling between Nicole's legs. I had not stopped concentrating on the monitor until I heard a mewing sound coming from Nicole's lips. Looking down at the older woman between her legs I knew I'd lost my bet with Nicole. It was only a matter of time. I felt a rush of arousal.

We continued to monitor Sandra in the bar. Nicole would send her a text message every few minutes. I was still a bit shocked that Sandra followed every command, but as I watched Erin bring Nicole higher and higher I guess that shock began to wear off. For the record, except for Liz the bartender, nobody else in the bar was in on Nicole's game. She would later tell me she wished she knew that the swinging couple was going to be there because she would have had Sandra play with them. At least not everything went according to plan :-)

I was getting more and more aroused watching Sandra act as Nicole's puppet. The sex show happening in the chair next to me didn't hurt either. Once Nicole came, I knew Sandra's time in the bar was coming to an end. Nicole stood up and motioned for me to do the same. She then positioned the 6th floor camera to watch room 606 and asked Erin to email her the footage. She then typed out the final message and told Erin to give us 5 minutes and then send it. I followed Nicole out of the office like a lost puppy. I was now totally under her spell. Erin had the same look in her eyes. I knew she too would do anything Nicole commanded.

Room 909 was a spacious one bedroom suite at the end of the hall. I was sure Erin had not booked anybody near us to give us privacy. Inside Nicole had obviously been busy preparing the room before I had arrived. Arranged on breakfast bar of the kitchenette she had several cameras, both video and still, assorted sex toys to pleasure a woman, a few cuffs, a riding crop, a couple of cans that looked like paint and some brushes, two different blindfolds and a bag which probably had some more implements of pleasure and pain. Nicole had me take the cans and a few other items into the bedroom.

Nicole also had a suitcase with some clothes for the occasion. She told me to relax while she went into the bathroom to change. I paced around the room. I knew Sandra would be there in moments. Now was not the time to relax. I looked out of the window from the living room area. There was a small balcony and I stepped outside to get some air. There was a cool breeze, but it felt invigorating. There were two small plastic chairs and a tiny glass table. The balcony was maybe about 10 feet wide and 4 feet deep. There was a waist high iron rail which protected people from the 9 story drop into the parking lot. Behind the hotel were office buildings. I could see a few people working late, but they were mostly dark by this time. I heard Nicole clear her throat and turned to walk back into the room.

Nicole was standing in the center of the room. She had transformed into a vision of pure dominance. Her blouse and skirt had been replaced by a leather corset. She also had leather opera gloves, thigh high leather boots with a silver tipped stiletto heel and a leather choker with the word BITCH embroidered into the neck.

"Do you approve?" she asked me. My mouth was suddenly dry. All I could do was nod.

"I expect you to pay off your debt soon, but first we will need to attend to Sandra."

Again all I could do was nod my approval. Nicole took a bag and put the thinner blindfold into it. She then slid another sheet of instructions into it and hung it on the doorknob for Sandra to find.

"She's going to strip in the hallway. If she does, you lose the bet."

I already knew I had lost my bet and I wasn't overly upset about it.

"When she knocks, you can watch her through the peep hole. Let her sweat for a minute or two. Erin will give us the hallway surveillance feed later. When you let her in, don't say a word. In fact, don't speak the rest of the time you are here. I'll stand near you so she doesn't know you're here. I've got a few training tasks for her. I want you to get a good feel of her body. I'll take some pictures. When I give you the signal, finger her until she comes. When I took her in her living room I used two fingers and my thumb on her clit. Do it the same way so she thinks you are me. After she comes, you are going to pay off your debt. I want you to then take the memory card from the camera. I'll email you more pictures later and some video. I want you to copy the files to her computer's hard drive. You can then tell Rose you were snooping remotely on her mom's computer for more websites she was visiting and found these pictures Rose might be interested in. Do you understand?"

Finally I found my voice. "Yes. I understand." Seconds later I heard the first knock. I quickly ran to the door to look out the peep hole. I had not noticed any sound from my shoeless feet on the thick carpet. I'd be able to move silently around our victim. At least I'd be silent if I could control my breathing and my racing heart. I peeked through the security eyepiece and Sandra had already stripped off her skirt and blouse and was standing motionless in the hallway. I looked back at Nicole wondering how long we should make her wait. It felt like an eternity to me and I'm sure it felt longer to Sandra, but eventually Nicole nodded and I opened the door. I took Sandra's hand in my own and led her into the suite. Our touch sent a shiver through my body. I'd never felt that before. This was going to be fun.

*** Sandra's POV ***

The electric touch of Nicole's hand was like an aphrodisiac. Although I'd long since lost any thoughts of hesitation, her touch made me lose all my inhibitions and any thoughts that I was making a mistake were vanquished. This was where I belonged. I was born to serve her and whatever she commanded, I would do.

I was escorted slowly into the room. This must have been a suite because the room seemed huge to me. Nicole stopped me and let go of my hand. I could sense her walking around me. Then I felt her hot breath on my ear.

"You've done well tonight pet. You have pleased me with how well you followed my instructions."

I could feel myself blushing.

"Tonight we begin your formal training for your new life as my submissive."

My new life? I guess this wasn't a game after all. The thought excited me even more.

"The first thing you must learn is how to properly present yourself. You are already dressed, or shall I say undressed, in a way which pleases me. From now on no pantyhose... ever. Only stockings with garters from here forward."

I was trying to pay attention but the lust in my heart was distracting me. I could hear myself breath and felt every heartbeat.

"The heels are good, but should be a little higher. You have tremendous legs and a great ass. Don't be afraid to show them off."

I felt her hand slide up my thigh and touch my butt. Her hand then continued up my torso and gave my breast a firm squeeze.

"The same goes for these tits. They are wonderful. Never be shy to show them off a bit."

She continued to massage my breast and tweak my nipple. My pussy was on fire. Nicole now slid her hand down toward my pussy. If she touched my clit I think I would have cum right then. Instead she twirled her finger through my public hair. I'm neat and trimmed, but this apparently displeased her.

"This mess will have to go. You will shave it later, but you'll have to keep it waxed going forward."

I'd always resisted doing a Brazilian wax. It hurt enough when I'd get my legs done to make me decide waxing my cooter was out of the question. Of course, that wasn't my decision anymore and I welcomed Nicole's grooming suggestion.

"Spread your legs and put your hands on the back of the top of your head."

Immediately I did. I could feel my breasts popping forward.

"This is called inspection. When I say inspection, this is the position you will take. I don't care where we are, who we are with or what you are wearing. If I say the word inspection, you will immediately comply. Do I make myself clear?"

I could sense she was still walking around me. But I now felt her hands wrap around me and take both breasts into her hands. I heard a sharp intake of air at her sudden touch and realized it was me making the noise. She squeezed my left breast and then right lifting them up and down as if weighing them. Now I absolutely love having my lover wrap their arms around me like that. If that was what inspection would bring, I was all for it. I told Nicole I understood.

Her roving hands covered every inch of my body including pushing a solitary finger into my pussy from behind. I was shaking with sensation tingles as her hands worked me into a frenzy. Any clitoral stimulation at that point would have sent me over the edge. I knew her fingers were talented from the first night we met but tonight they were both familiar and new at the same time. What was she waiting for?

"Inspection went well. Before I share you my friends may want to inspect you. You should never hesitate from their touch. You are my property to do with as I please. Do you understand?"

I responded that I did. I felt her finger press into my overheated pussy, although she did not apply the pressure I desired to my clit. I could sense her thumb tantalizingly close to my clit just like it had been the night she seduced me. I began to beg. I began to plead. I was lost in the moment and overcome with the desire to climax. I heard her give the command "now" but the sound was in the wrong place.

Her voice was now over in the corner of the room. But her hands had never left me. How was that possible? I felt a thumb press against my clit while the two fingers continued to penetrate me. The thumb was rubbing my clit back and forth, snapping it really. One of the fingers curled and hit the spongy tissue of my g-spot. I didn't have time for rational thought. My orgasm crashed over me at the same moment I realized it wasn't Nicole's hand I'd been gyrating on. It was unlikely she had ever touched me since I came in. This realization flashed though my brain like a white hot poker as I forced myself down onto the fingers and screamed in ecstasy. I rode the hand for all I was worth until it was pulled back. I couldn't see it but I knew I'd slimed it good. I hope whomever I just used to finger bang myself had a good time as I slumped down onto the thick carpet.

Whoever it was didn't say a word. Instead they wiped their cum covered hand across my face. I guess they thought that was what I was worth. They were probably right. Whoever it was her touch was as thrilling as when she led me through the door. I tried to move my head to maintain contact as long as she would let me. When I heard Nicole speak again I turned my head to where the sound was coming from.

"As long as you are down there, we'll work on another position. Get up on your knees."

I was still weak from my orgasm so it took a moment to roll onto my knees and then, as instructed, to sit with my ass on my heels and my body straight up in the air. I was then told to cup my breasts and lift and separate them. I was also told if my nipples were not hard to play with them at this point. Of course that wasn't necessary and I failed to see how they would ever be soft if I found myself in this position again.

"This is call presenting yourself. When I say present this is the position you will take. Inspection will frequently follow. Unless otherwise directed you should be looking down during presentation and inspection. You are not an equal in this relationship. You will show me and the people I choose to share you with utmost respect at all times. Do you understand?"

I replied, "Yes."

"Yes mistress," quickly came the correction.

"Yes mistress," I replied.

"The next position is a variation on presenting yourself. After you present yourself I may say down. If I do you will lean forward instead of sitting on your heels. You will place your head on the ground with your palms open and your fingers spread. Try it now."

I did and I immediately realized what would happen. My ass was now the highest point of my body. Given my level of arousal and having just cum, I knew my now exposed pussy would give away what I was feeling. I felt the hand I had just come on rub my backside. I was hoping she would finger me again. There were obviously at least two women in this room I would do anything to be with.

"As you just realized, the down command puts you in a very vulnerable position."

I felt a single finger slide into my pussy and then, nicely lubricated, begin to push against my back side. I was glad Mistress D had given me stretching exercises for my ass as the finger slipped inside me with relative ease. How strange it was that I was now proud of having an ass someone could push their finger in without resistance.

"The second benefit of this position is you may show your devotion to me."

I felt the tip of her boot graze against my lips.

"Lick my boot pet. Show your loyalty to me."

I stuck my tongue out. I couldn't see the boot and hoped it was clean. It tasted a little salty which surprised me. But it wasn't too nasty and the combination of my submissive act combined with my anal penetration had my emotions climbing again. The finger in my ass now began to pump in and out. I realized if I stopped licking my mistress' boot and raised my head enough to moan, the finger would stop. Thus my pleasure was restricted to when I actively showed my subservience to my mistress. I'm sure that was exactly what she wanted and that is exactly what I gave her.

This went on for maybe a minute. I was sure I would not be granted another orgasm until I'd done more for my mistress and her friend. When I felt the finger pull all the way out of my ass and a hand squeeze my butt, I knew this part of the lesson was over. I sensed the boot pull away, but I held the position with my ass high in the air. I remembered an instruction Mistress D had given me to never assume the game is done just because the players change. I wondered if the friend would now present her foot for worship or whether my mistress would be using a toy on my ass or pussy. Even if neither of these were true, I didn't want to move until commanded to do so.

I sensed the two women moving around the room. Perhaps they were moving to the bed. I heard the opening of a bag and then the opening of a sliding door. My mind was ablaze with deliciously naughty thoughts about what came next. Lost in my fantasy, I almost missed the command to stand.

"I need to settle a bet with my friend now, slave. You may relax for a few minutes. I think you should get some fresh air."

A rush of adrenaline flowed through my body. The sliding door was for me. There must be a balcony on this suite. But I was naked!?!

I felt a hand take mine. It was slightly larger than the hand which brought me through the door. It must belong to Mistress Nicole. I was too far gone to care when I felt the carpet change to concrete as I was led out the door. I tried to remember what the exterior of the building looked like and then I tried to picture where this room was located. The hotel had three wings. Two ran parallel to the street and one out to the back. I wasn't sure but I thought we were positioned to the back. There wasn't much traffic noise so I decided I was right.

I tried to picture what was behind the hotel. There were some office buildings I thought. That would make sense since this was a business hotel. I felt the cool night air begin to dance on my skin as a light breeze suddenly gusted. I felt someone brush against my pussy. Mistress Nicole spoke again.

"I don't want you getting into any trouble out here so I am going to bind you. Stand in inspection position while I get some cuffs."

I was completely humiliated. I couldn't tell if anybody could see me or was already watching as I stood naked for the entire world to see with my legs spread and my hands clasped behind my head. I should have ripped off the blindfold and ran out of the room. But my pussy wouldn't let me. It was having too much fun even if my brain was telling me this was wrong.

I heard one of the women walk back onto the balcony. I assumed it was Nicole. I was guessing the other woman might have been Erin from the front desk. I felt a plastic rod of some kind tap against my leg.

"Open a little wider my dear," Nicole ordered.

Doing so in my high heels put more pressure on my calves than I was accustomed to. This would not be pleasant for long. I felt a leather cuff being buckled onto my left ankle. I then felt a hand pulling my legs just a little wider.

"We have to work on your flexibility."

I felt an identical cuff being attached to my right ankle. I tried to move my legs together just a bit to relieve the stress I was feeling, but I couldn't. I felt my mistress run her hands simultaneously down both my legs and then back up again until she gripped my ass. Spreading both my butt cheeks I felt her kiss my pussy.

"You will find closing you legs quite impossible until I decide to relieve you. The cuffs are attached to a spreader bar. I'm sure you can picture in your mind the balcony railing you are standing in front of. Bend over it now."

Mistress Nicole was 100% correct. I could picture the railing. I bent forward but I didn't feel it. As I approached the horizontal plane I began to feel dizzy. For a fleeting moment I had the thought that there wasn't a rail and I was going to fall to my death. Then I felt the cold steel at waist level. I must have been right next to it.

"Hold that position," was the command as I felt hands once again on my butt. Instead of playing with it, however, this time they pulled me back. I had to shuffle my feet in terrifying fear of falling or breaking my ankle due to the heel. Slowly she positioned me further away from the railing until I felt my breasts touch the cold steel. Mistress then told me to stop and to put my hands on the rails.

I was quickly secured with soft ropes around my wrists holding me fast to the rail. My arms were outstretched as far as my feet were. What a sight I must have made. My legs were spread obscenely and I was bent over with both my holes exposed for whatever deviant desires my two protagonists had in mind. I could feel my breasts pushed together by the railing and my head hanging over into the abyss. If anybody was working late in the offices behind the hotel they were getting quite a sight right then. I should have been horrified by my position, but as the helplessness of my situation became apparent, a feeling of euphoria began to wash over me. My body was stressed by how far my legs were spread, the angle my heels were forcing my ankles to contort into and my neck having to hold my head up. But I was smiling as I pictured faceless business men looking out their windows and whacking off. Even the cool night air could not overcome the heat from my pussy. I even pictured steam coming from my inner core. Mistress Nicole knew exactly what I craved and was giving it to me.

*** Nicole's POV ***

Sandra had exactly the reaction tonight I knew she would. From her initial humiliation asking for the envelope to her handing over her smelly wet thong to a stranger to her exposing herself in the bar, I knew it was all leading to her cumming like an out of control slut all over Jeannie's hand. And now with her safely disposed of on the balcony, it was time for me to make Jeannie pay for her stupid bet against me. She didn't even put up a fight. As soon as I walked in from the balcony I told her to strip and get on her hands and knees.

Quick as a flash she was on the floor. I positioned her so she could look out onto the patio at Sandra's bound form. I also left the sliding door open so Sandra could hear what was happening. I didn't know if the sound would carry enough for other guests to hear, but I figured they would see Sandra and not me if they looked so who cares. If anyone complained Erin would run interference.

I efficiently tanned Jeannie's butt. She howled, but I could tell she loved it. She could try and hide her feelings, but her pussy told the story. Her cries of pain quickly became moans of passion. She started to beg to be made to cum, but I quickly shut her up with my hand. I didn't think Sandra would recognize her voice. She would be too worried about her own needs dreaming of the moment I came back to her I theorized. But I wasn't about to take a chance.

With one hand covering Jeannie's mouth and the other manipulating her pussy, I allowed her to give in to her pleasure and cum. I can be a strict mistress and taskmaster, but I'm also a softy when it comes to giving a woman pleasure. Especially one that was so instrumental in bringing Sandra to me. I left Jeannie as a quivering mess and walked over to my selection of toys. I had brought two strap-ons to the party tonight. I chose the smaller one first and brought it back to Jeannie. I could tell by the look in her eyes she assumed I'd be using it on her. I could also tell she was scared. I'd fuck her sometime, but that wasn't part of tonight's plan.

Instead I helped lift her to her feet and told her to put on the strap-on. Now her look of fear became one of confusion. But that didn't stop her from doing what I asked. She might have though I wanted her to fuck me, but that wasn't going to happen. I don't let women fuck me. I fuck them. Instead I pointed to Sandra and grabbed our compact digital camera we'd been using to take pictures of her learning her new positions. Together we walked out onto the balcony. I gentle rubbed my palm on Sandra's ass and then briefly pushed two fingers inside of her. She moaned and my fingers came out very wet. I knew listening to Jeannie would excite her. I also knew one of her fondest wishes was to be strap-on fucked. That wish was about to become reality.

I whispered into Jeannie's ear to take it nice and slow and then sat down in on of the balcony chairs. I clicked the camera into movie mode and framed the shot. I didn't want to identify Jeannie as Sandra's partner. Fortunately the widescreen capture format allowed me to focus entirely on Sandra's bent form. I couldn't see her cuffed ankles, but from about the knee up to just above her horizontally bent torso, I could see everything.

I held the camera as still as I could as Jeannie slowly began to penetrate her. Once she had the dildo buried to the hilt, I slowly panned to the left to show how Sandra was bound to the rail. I then moved back to her face as Jeannie began to build a rhythm. After establishing a close-up view of Sandra's face showing just how much pleasure Jeannie was giving her, I zoomed back out so I could see the a few inches of the dildo and the rest of Sandra's body as Jeannie took her from behind. With each stroke I'd see Jeannie slam into Sandra's butt. The ripple shock waves from their contact flowed across her ass. I didn't know if that would show up on the video, but I must admit I was a little jealous of Sandra as I watched her get pummeled.

Sandra knew she was outside, but obviously her libido had overridden any anxiety she had been feeling. She quickly turned more vocal than she had been in her living room or earlier when Jeannie had fingered her. This was the first time I'd shot video on this camera, but I had no doubt her vocal styling would be preserved. Preserved and quite embarrassing when I had Jeannie show Rose what her mom was up to.

Jeannie continued to fuck Sandra like a champion. I was thinking I should have used the better video camera I brought. We could have sold this video for a fortune. But all good things come to an end. Sandra "suffered" through three quick orgasms in a row. I say "suffered" because after the first one she was begging me to stop. It was cute that she still thought I was the one taking her. Jeannie for her part had no intention of stopping so soon. Maybe she was practicing for the night she finally takes Rose. Maybe she was really getting into being the dominant member of the tryst. Maybe she thought the dildo would rub her clit just right and she could get off again. I don't know the reason but I had no intention of stopping her. I just let her bang away at my new slave until she finally stopped on her own.

Although she had been begging for the pounding to stop, when Jeannie plopped the dildo out of Sandra's well used pussy, I could tell the moan was from frustration. I whispered in Jeannie's ear to go clean herself up and she walked back into the room. I lightly touched Sandra's clit. She jumped again. I then removed her blindfold.

I was standing behind her so she still could not see me. Instead I pointed over her shoulder at an office window in the building across the parking lot. There was a solitary figure watching us from an office. I couldn't make out if it was a man or a woman. It really didn't matter. I told Sandra I would wave to her fan for her and did so. I also told her I would untie her in just a few moments. She begged me to remove the spreader bar and in a moment of pity I did. I knew she had not experienced that kind of stress before so I gave her some relief. I told her I had to say goodbye to my other guest and that I would untie her wrists after she was gone. I left her staring at the office building in her post orgasmic glow and headed in to give Jeannie her final instructions. Jeannie had removed the strap-on and was getting dressed. I handed her the camera and repeated my instructions to her to download the files to a hidden directory on Sandra's computer. I then told her to make a backup on CD to give to Rose and to setup a meeting at her house with Rose next Friday night. Jeannie said she understood and left. I picked up the strap-on. I needed Sandra to clean it before I released her. I also wanted to do it while we still had an audience.

*** Sandra's POV ***

I was unbelievably sore at being stretched into this position for so long, but the fucking I had just received made it all worthwhile. I didn't even care that somebody in the office building had watched. I knew from my view that we were too far away for the person to see any detail. Plus it was a bit of a turn on to know somebody had watched me be defiled. The only thing I didn't know was who was with Nicole in the room. Was it Erin from the front desk? That would make sense. She was obviously in on the plan. I didn't think it was the bartender as she was still working when I left. But maybe that is why she handed me the paper upside-down so she'd have time to get in front of me. In the end it didn't matter. I'd already had four orgasms since coming upstairs and I didn't think Nicole was done with me yet. When I felt her reach around me and push the strap-on, still slimy with my juices, into my mouth, I knew the night was far from over.

Mistress Nicole instructed me to clean the implement of my pleasure. It was wickedly decadent to be sucking on the dildo in full view of whoever happened to look up at the balcony. With my hands still fastened to the railing I could not decide how much of the fake cock to take. That decision was left to Mistress Nicole who seemed to delight in alternating short pushes with deep thrusts. With my feet now free, I found myself starting to push my butt back up against her as she reached around me to feed me the dick. I looked back up at the office building and our voyeur appeared to be taking great pleasure in our show. I would have been happy to stay on the balcony all night, but Mistress Nicole had other plans. Eventually she untied my wrists and led me inside.

For the first time I got a look at the room. There was a large living room, a kitchenette, a breakfast bar, a small dining table and a large flat screen TV. I assumed the bedroom was around the corner along with the bathroom. Mistress Nicole told me she had drawn a hot bath for me and that I should relax and rest for a few minutes while she made some other arrangements.

I followed her into the bathroom. It was unlike any hotel bathroom I'd ever seen. It was more like the master bath of a fancy house. There was a standalone claw foot tub. Mistress Nicole had lit tea-light candles all around and they cast a soft shimmering glow around the room.

"I'll be back in a little while," she told me. "Just relax and enjoy the soak. We'll play more when I get back."

I nodded and gave her a big hug. "Thank you mistress," was all I could say. It was all that needed to be said.

Nicole turned to leave. I stripped off my shoes, stockings and garter belt and sat down in the tub. It felt heavenly as the warm water soothed my sore limbs. It was so relaxing that I drifted off to sleep. I woke with a start as I heard the suite door shut. I didn't know how long I'd been in the tub but the water had cooled significantly. I scrambled out of the tub and grabbed a towel. I wrapped the towel around me and walked into the living room to see who had come in. I had expected my mistress to have brought more guests, but it was just her. I think my facial expression may have shown what I was thinking. Nicole as always could read my mind.

"You look disappointed it's just me," she said.

"No, not really," I replied. After a pause where she just looked at me I added, "Well maybe just a little."

"I could tell you enjoyed my friend earlier, but she had to go."

"I did enjoy her, mistress. Will she be coming back?"

"Not tonight. We may have another visitor later, but right now we have a lot to do."

I nodded and didn't press the issue. Mistress Nicole told me to drop the towel and added that I should be naked at all times in her presence unless told otherwise. I made a mental note of this new rule to go along with the positions I'd learned earlier. I also immediately dropped my towel.

"The first thing we need to do it shave off that bush," she told me. "I like my girls clean and pure. You will keep it shaved at all times. We also need to shave your legs, armpits and butt."

"You want to shave my butt?" I questioned her. That brought a stinging slap across my cheek.

"Next rule," she replied. "Never question me. However, since you are new, I will allow you a little leeway tonight so you only got a light slap."

I was still rubbing my cheek as she began to speak again. "Yes I'm going to shave your butt. There are two very good reasons. First and foremost because I want to. That is the only reason you need. Second, however, it is necessary because of something else I have planned. So get to the tub and get to work. I'll help you in a few minutes with your backside, but you should be able to do your legs, pussy and underarms yourself."

I still had no clue why she would want to shave my butt, but as she said that wasn't for me to know yet. I keep my pussy neatly trimmed although I'd never shaved it bare. I admit I was a little nervous trimming so close to my pussy lips, but I managed. My legs and underarms were easy, although I must admit my focus was on why Nicole wanted to shave my butt. I called out to her when I was done and waited for her to help me.

It was surreal when Nicole bent me over the tub and shaved my ass. My skin is very smooth and it felt like the razor was doing nothing. Still having my most intimate areas exposed for to her view as she did her work was exciting. After she finished with my butt she toweled me off and had me turn over. I thought we were done but then she wanted to shave around my breasts. This was getting too weird, but of course I let her do it. My curiosity was certainly piqued.

Now that I was freshly shaved Mistress Nicole helped me back up. She then ran her hands over my pussy and complemented me on how soft and inviting it was. I felt myself blush. Nobody had ever complimented me that way before.

Mistress Nicole then did something I was not expecting. No she didn't begin to finger my newly bare pussy. I kind of expected that. What she did do was take the shower curtain off the shower rod. She then told me to follow her into the bedroom.

The bedroom was generously sized and included a king sized bed. Perfect for our continued amorous pursuits I hoped. I watched as Nicole spread out the shower curtain on the floor. Just what did she have planned for me? I looked around the room. There were night tables on either side of the bed, a recliner, another flat panel TV and a long low dresser. On the dresser were two cans which looked like quart paint cans, a couple of brushes, a roller, the spreader bar with cuffs attached and some, a role of blue tape, a box of talc, a hair dryer and a couple of small plastic tube like things I didn't recognize. I also noticed a digital SLR camera and a professional looking video camera. I stood just inside the doorway waiting for instructions. I watched as Nicole fiddled with the cans and then pick up the cuffs and spreader. I was afraid my legs would once again be stretched painfully wide. It turns out this time it was for my wrists and arms.

Nicole motioned me over to her, had me stand in the middle of the shower curtain and affixed the cuffs to my wrists putting the bar behind my neck. It wasn't nearly as uncomfortable as when the bar had been strapped to my ankles. At least not yet. I was fidgeting a little which brought me a reprimand to stand still.

"I'm sure you are wondering what I'm doing," she said. I didn't answer since she had not asked a direct question. Nicole looked at me as if to see if I would speak out of turn and then smiled when I did not.

"Since you cut up your blouse and lost your underwear, we need to provide you some new clothes before we can go out. Have you ever heard of liquid latex?"

I'd heard of latex, of course, although I'd never worn any and certainly didn't know about its liquid form. I shook my head.

"Liquid latex is fun, but if you are not clean shaven it can hurt when you remove it. It can stick to your hair."

All of a sudden the extensive shaving made sense.

"I'm going to paint your body. When the latex dries it becomes like a second skin. It's like a cat suit but very flexible and when we're done, it just peels off. Are you ready to begin?"

"Yes mistress," I replied.

"Good. Stand still and let me do the work," she instructed.

I watched intently to see which item she would pick up first. It was the first of the plastic tubes, a cylinder really. She also picked up a syringe I had not noticed. Mistress Nicole walked up to me and grabbed my left breast. She gave it a good squeeze causing my nipple to pop out a bit. I looked down at what she was doing.

"Most people cover the nipple when making a latex bra. I prefer to have them available. This is a called a nipple sucker. The tube slips over your nipple. I then draw out the air with the syringe. That will cause the sucker to stick to your skin and will hold in place. That will mask the area so I don't accidently cover the nipple. Oh, it will also cause the blood to rush into your nipple and cause it to swell significantly. The nipple will become highly sensitive. Some women love it. Some hate it. I guess we'll find out what kind of woman you are. "

That made sense to me and I relaxed briefly. I say briefly because the first thing she did was lick the edge of the cylinder and then place it over my nipple. The tube was about three quarters of an inch in diameter so it covered my nipple with little room to spare. With a well practiced move of her other hand, the syringe was quickly attached to the top of the cylinder where there was a valve and used to draw the air out. The result was my nipple was drawn into the cylinder and grew to about twice its normal length. It was both painful and arousing at the same time.

I watched my mistress turn a small knob on the valve between the cylinder and the syringe which held the air pressure constant while she pushed the plunger on the syringe back in. That accomplished she drew another syringe full of air out of the cylinder. My nipple swelled again. It wasn't any wider than normal but was probably a good inch and a half long. This time I didn't consider the sensation arousing. The lack of air pressure pulling my nipple out was now just pain.

Mistress Nicole secured the end of the cylinder and removed the syringe. I looked down as she walked back to the dresser to get the second sucker. My nipple looked angry, but with my arms secured there was nothing I could do about it. The process was repeated on the other nipple. Once they were both secured Nicole flicked her finger against them to make sure they would hold if they were bumped. I wasn't fortunate enough to have them fall off. I was now straining in my position from the sensations.

I thought my preparations were done, but I was wrong. A slightly larger sucker was used to "protect" my clit. This was turning into cruel and unusual punishment. My poor kitty screamed in pain as it was drawn up into the confining piece of plastic. I twisted as Nicole drew the air out leading to a stern warning that she knew what she was doing and that if I moved I might hurt myself. I didn't care that she knew what she was doing. I wasn't sure I wanted to go where she was taking me. She told me to relax. Yeah right. That was just what Mistress D told me to do before I stuck the anal plug up my butt. It didn't work then and I was sure it wouldn't work now either.

Nicole promised the pain would die down and I would appreciate her handiwork soon enough. She then said she forgot a couple of things in her bag and left the room. I looked at myself in the mirror. My nipples and clit had never been so hard. I barely recognized the woman I had become. I was still staring at myself when Nicole reentered the room.

"You look fabulous. You are so hot," she said. I did not detect any sound of condescension. I think she meant it.

Nicole was holding two other plastic tubes. I was scared what else she was going to suck up. These were different, however. They were solid and had a slightly wider rounded base, about three inches wide I'd estimate. Without ceremony the first one was pushed into my pussy. Of course lubrication was not a problem. I always seemed to be wet around Nicole or when I chatted with Mistress D. Nicole told me to look in the mirror. The base stuck out just a little around my labia. She told me she could apply the latex evenly but leave easy access to my pussy this way. I nodded in a warped sense of agreement as she held up the last tube. When she pulled the first special tube out of my pussy I instantly understood what she was doing.

"Turn around and bend over," was her command.

Suddenly I was glad Mistress D had introduced me to anal plugs as it made taking the tube into my butt much easier. Slick with my natural lube and my ability to relax my sphincter learned through using the plugs, the cylinder quickly found a home in my backside. The last cylinder was then inserted into my pussy. There were five locations thus protected from the latex and I was getting very excited from the constant stimulation.

Next was the talcum powder. Nicole explained that my skin needed to be absolutely dry to make the latex adhere better. She used a large amount of talc causing a white cloud to fill the air. I coughed as I breathed some of the fine powder into my lungs. Nicole then brushed off the excess leaving me with a fine white sheen over my skin. Finally she grabbed the blue tape and began to mask out the rough shape of a very small tube top. She wrapped two strips of the 3/4" tape around the underside of each breast and then used long strips around my torso just below the bottom of my breasts to hold the edges of the first strips. She then used a second strip around the top of my breasts and around my waist at the top of my hip bone. A final strip around each leg about an inch below my pussy completed the masking. While she was kneeling in front of me with her face in front of my crotch I'm sure she could tell exactly how aroused I was. No amount of talc would hold back the flood in my pussy.

"OK pet, I think we're ready," Nicole announced. I took a deep breath.

Nicole shook up the first can and then opened it up. As she walked over to me I looked down. The color was fire engine red. With a fine brush she began to trace the outline of the tape around my breasts. It tickled a bit and I squirmed a little which brought another command to stand still so she could do a good job. I tried to maintain my pose, but it was tough.

Once the undersides of my breasts were done Nicole chose a larger brush and quickly worked around my back. She also used the large brush to paint around the cylinders still encasing my nipples in their abnormally large state.

Did she "accidently" brush against my nipples causing a shooting pain to rock me to the core? Of course she did, although always with the latex end of the brush away from my body so I didn't screw up her "art."

Once the borders were done an even larger brush made quick work of my new latex bra. The process was then repeated for my new bright red hot pants. If my new latex were real clothes they would have been the smallest pair of shorts I'd ever worn. They just barely covered from just above my clit and the top of my ass crack down to just below my pussy. Nicole told me to be still for just another couple of minutes when she could remove the tape. I looked at myself in the mirror again. Except for the cylinders protruding from my body, the latex as it started to cure began to look like real clothes.

Soon Nicole peeled off the tape and then she grabbed the hair dryer. A blast of hot hair soon hit my face. The output was then directed at my new latex to speed the curing time. As it dried I could feel the latex constricting to form a second skin. I also could see in the mirror that it was following every contour of my body, especially my breasts. Never before had I worn clothes so form fitting.

Once the latex was cured, Nicole grabbed the second color, black, and began filling in the rest of my "outfit." She used the medium brush to carefully trace the edges of my bra and shorts. Of course I had to hold desperately still for that. Once that was done she switched to a roller to complete my transformation. From the tops and sides of my feet to the underside of my chin, my hairline on the back of my neck and out to the cuffs on my wrists I was covered in shimmering black latex. The only exceptions were my fire engine red bra and micro shorts. Oh, and my nipples, clit, pussy and asshole which were all uncovered and soon to be available. It was a stunning look I must say.

Nicole then carefully removed my pussy and ass "masks" as she called them to use a painting term instead of dildos which block latex how I would describe them. She then warned me that when she released my clit and nipples there would be pain. I'd almost forgotten about my suction trapped naughty bits. The pain had subsided and with my full concentration going to what Nicole was painting, I'd basically ignored them except when Nicole would bump the cylinder. I told her I was ready. She asked where I wanted to start. I told her my clit. She released the pressure and the cylinder popped off. I don't think I can adequately describe the pain I felt right then. As the blood rushed back into my clit I felt thousands of needles hitting me at the same time. But I also felt euphoria. I know I screamed a bit, but I think I also moaned. I watched as Nicole took hold of the cylinder on my left nipple.

"Ready?" she asked. I took three quick deep breaths and then nodded.

Again the pain was an intense mix of torture and arousal. Nicole didn't even ask if I was ready for the last cylinder to come off. She just did it. My nipples were on fire and my pussy was leaking like a faucet. My new outfit was finally complete. Well almost. Mistress Nicole removed the spreader bar from between the cuffs, although she left the cuffs themselves on my wrists. With the latex painted right up to the edge of the black leather cuff, they looked seamless. In fact she loosened the cuffs just a little and slid them over the edge of the latex before retightening them just to be sure the look was what she wanted. The final item was a pair of fire engine red stiletto heeled pumps whose color matched the latex covering my boobs, ass and pussy. The heels had to be at least five inches high. I'd never worn shoes like them and as I teetered in them looking at myself in the mirror I doubted I could even walk. The toe and the heel sank slightly into the soft carpet leaving me to feel unsteady and afraid to move. The shoes were strapped to my feet and ankles and a small padlock held the buckle closed. Once I heard the clasp mechanism snap I knew the shoes would be on feet until Nicole removed them.

Mistress Nicole was helpful by taking my hand and steadying me as she led me around the suite. I had to take short careful steps. The now fully cured latex gripped my skin making me feel warm all over. I looked at the clock. It was almost 1am but I didn't feel tired. I felt exhilarated and ready for Nicole next command. At least I was until I heard it.

"Our guest should be here soon. Be a dear and go get some ice."

Caught up as I was in looking at myself I never considered other people were going to see me like this. Worse yet, Nicole wanted me to walk out into the hall. I felt my pussy gush. How could I refuse?

Nicole said she had to clean up. She handed me the ice bucket from the kitchen counter. I commented that I remember seeing the ice machine near the stairs just outside our door. That was a mistake. Nicole ordered me to use the ice machine on the north wing. She said the ice tasted better from that machine. I had my doubts as to her reasoning, but I understood her intent was for me to walk much further thereby increasing my chance to being seen. I'd already learned not to argue with Nicole once she had made a decision. I took the bucket and slowly walked out the door. My sense of apprehension was palpable. Here I was in a public hallway essentially nude. Sure my body was now covered in shimmering latex which glistened in the florescent light of the hallway, but my nipples, clit, pussy and asshole were on display for anyone to see. My nipples and clit in particular both remained swollen from the suckers to a size far larger than they normally would be when I was aroused. Of course I was also far more aroused than normal.

I looked down the hallway. At this hour hopefully everyone was already in for the night. Of course anybody just getting back to their room had probably been drinking. That would not be good. I wish I could have moved faster. I don't think I could have run in my latex cocoon anyway, but the heels made any kind of good pace impossible. I had to take short tiny steps in order to maintain my balance. The hallway looked a mile long as I passed the icemaker near our room. Walking through the elevator lobby I saw myself in the mirror. I couldn't believe the reflection. I don't think my nipples had shrunk at all and my clit was still standing out proudly from its hood. The cat suit looked like it was real latex clothes, at least from a distance. Close up my exposed naughty bits would instantly tell the tale of what I was doing in the hotel. I had the vision of the police having been called to another room for some kind of disturbance discovering me and hauling me to the station on an indecent exposure charge. I felt another rush of excitement flood my pussy.

Looking down the next hallway I began to feel a little dizzy. For a moment I thought I might faint from the stress. I had to stop and lean on the wall for a moment before I could continue. I heard the TV on in several rooms. I could only pray they didn't decide they needed ice right then. Finally I reached the little room with the ice maker and two vending machines for soda and snacks. I pushed the bucket under the dispenser but nothing happened. I tried again. The machine made a bit of a racket and shook, but only two cubes fell into my bucket. The damn thing was broken.

I didn't waste any time trying to decide if my mistress knew this machine was broken and that is why she sent me to this wing instead of the south one. For all I knew Erin had arranged for it to be emptied as a big joke. All the machines were probably broken and Nicole would start sending me to the other floors next. Disheartened I began the slow trek to the south wing to find ice. My legs were starting to get tired from the stress the heels were placing on my calves. Looking at the mirror at the elevator lobby for the second time I had to admit the shoes did make my legs and ass look amazing. The latex didn't hurt either.

Fortunately the south ice machine was working. Perhaps it was just a coincidence that the north one was broken and not some kind of cruel trick. I actually stopped in front of the mirror and admired myself on my third pass. How many other forty-something woman look as good as I did right then? Suddenly I was overcome with a feeling of pure lust. I set the ice bucket down on a table next to the mirror and began to rub my clit. The pain from 10 minutes ago was long gone. My clit was still very erect and distended from its extended stay in the vacuum tube, however, and very sensitive to even the lightest touch. The same was true of my nipples. Looking at myself in the mirror was one of the biggest turn-ons I'd ever experienced. I quickly brought myself to the brink of an orgasm when I heard the rush of air coming up the elevator shaft.

I suddenly remembered where I was and the fear of being caught masturbating triggered my flight instinct. I shifted toward the east hallway and took four or five slow steps before I realized I'd left the ice bucket on the table. The sound of air from the elevator shaft increased as I returned to grab it. I looked up at the display showing where the elevator car was located. I watched the display count 6-7-8 and listened as the wind noise intensified. I was so screwed. Damn my lust making me stop instead of just continuing back to the room.

I think my heart skipped a beat when I saw the number 9. I know I stopped breathing momentarily. But then I saw the number 10 and then 11. I heard a faint bing as the elevator arrived at its destination two floors up from me. Was I tempted to finish what I started? Yes. I have to admit that my lust was out of control. But then I heard another rush of air from the second elevator shaft and decided not to press my luck. Grabbing the ice bucket I tried to make my best speed back to the suite.

I'd scarcely made it back around the corner when I heard the sound of the elevator bing. This time the sound seemed deafening as the synthetic bell rang in my ears. I kept moving, my brain alternating between having a 1 in 3 chance that the person's room was in my wing and the thought that I'd get caught by a couple of drunk guys who would usher me into their room and have their way with me.

I silently crept down the hall slowing my pace to remain quiet. I don't know why I did that. There would be no reason for the person to come this way unless they had a room near ours. But my fear of being caught had me trying to elude my unseen pursuer. Moments later it dawned on me that if the person was coming this way they would have already found me. That let me relax just a bit.

I continued my maddeningly forced slow pace until I was finally at the end of the hall and in front of the suite's door. Truthfully I wasn't surprised when Nicole didn't answer the knock right away. This time I was sure she was leaving me out in public on purpose. She could have been in the bathroom or even out on the balcony getting some air, but in my mind it was all a plot to expose me. I heard the elevator bing again. It was softer this time, but it was obviously on this floor. I heard the sound of heels on the tile of the elevator lobby. I recognized the sound from my own three trips over the tiles. I saw an elegant form round the corner and begin down the hall. It was the form of a beautiful woman in a formal dress. As she came closer I realized she looked like she had been out on the town. Her hair flowed around her head. Her dress exposed just the right amount of leg and her cleavage was not too big and not too small. She looked refined, distinguished and sexy as hell. It was obvious her destination was our room as she began to make eye contact with me about half way down the hall. I was captivated by her beauty and began to shake as I waited for her to arrive. Although I was mesmerized by her beauty, my anxiety over actually being caught went through the roof. I'd been in the hallway about 10-12 minutes total hobbling around the floor. My dread of being caught had also been fueling my arousal as I had tried to convince myself that Mistress Nicole had everything under control and this was all part of her plan for me. My trepidation of being exposed should have been tempered by my trusting my mistress, but now as this gorgeous woman approached me, a new wave of terror washed over me. What would she think of me standing in the hallway obviously excited, aroused and dressed like a fetish wet dream? She clearly was into this kind of behavior or she wouldn't be here. But what was she expecting me to do? What would Nicole order me to do with her? I felt my legs begin to get weak. But then, deliverance struck.

About 10 feet from me she smiled and I recognized her. She looked so different earlier in the evening I had not realized it was the bartender. She had been dressed very conservatively in the bar. No doubt if she dressed like she was now every guy would constantly hit on her. She must have changed when the bar closed. She now looked taller and much more authoritative. This was obviously Nicole's guest and one that I had already flashed. She must have liked what she saw in the bar and as she looked me up and down in my latex I had no doubt she preferred this look to my blouse and skirt.

She introduced herself as Liz. I introduced myself as Slave Sandra. It was the first time I'd use that name but it was now the correct one. Liz produced a swipe card and opened the door. She signaled I should go in first. I felt her hand on my latex covered ass as she ushered me inside. Nicole was standing in the living room waiting for us. She was wearing the same strap-on I'd sucked before. She was stroking it like a guy with her right hand. She looked menacing. In her left hand she was holding a larger strap-on.

"Glad you could make it Liz," she said. "Do you want to help me fuck the hell out of this slut?"

I looked at Liz pleading with my eyes. I wasn't scared or nervous any longer. This was where I belonged.