1. Power Shifter


    Date: 2/19/2016, Categories: Spanking, Author: communicator, Rating: 0, Source: LushStories

    Princess walked tentatively along the hotel corridor looking for room 102 dressed as instructed in tightly laced black bodice, black choker, seamed stockings, heels and a long coat to cover her embarrassment. Her nipples rubbed against the roughness of her coat aroused by excitement or fear, she was unsure of which, perhaps a little of both. It had started as a simple instruction, "Meet me Saturday night 8pm, Hotel Ibis Canterbury." A regular meet for them, always highly charged with sexual emotion, chemistry and tenderness. This was different a second instruction followed. "Dress as instructed, enter Room 102, remove coat and panties, say nothing, accept everything." As she reached Room 102 she saw the note pinned to the door addressed to Princess. Her hands shaking she tore open the envelope. "This is my night, for me and me alone, walk away now or face the consequences." Her stomach turned over but the lips of her smooth pussy surged, she felt her heartbeat thump inside her chest and her face flushed as she considered the reality of what was possible beyond the door. Who was inside? Would he be alone? If not a man, a woman? Or both or men? The possibilities raced through her mind, scenarios flashed before her, some exciting, some frightening. She took a deep breath making the bodice dig uncomfortably into her ribs bringing her to reality, she noticed a couple walking down the corridor looking curiously at her. That made up her mind, she turned the handle and stepped ...
    into the room... As the door whispered shut behind her Princess's senses took in all that pervaded her. The light disappeared behind the door, the room felt fresh and smelt of flowers, roses? Soft music washed over her as her eyes adjusted to the gloom, was that a dimly flickering candle that danced against the far wall? She had no idea whether she was alone or not but knew she must follow instructions. She hung her coat on the back of the door and slid her thong from her hips. She noticed two things, the way the material pulled at her glistening lips and the sound as the lace slid down her stockinged legs. How many times in her life had she removed her panties and never felt those sensations or such a sense of fear and anticipation? With her hand against the wall to both steady herself and find her way towards the dimly lit bedroom she had the sensation she was being watched but by whom or by how many she was unsure. That insecurity was sending waves of erotic spasms into her womb and a thin sheen of perspiration covered her chest. As the light came into view she saw a tea light laid in the middle of the bed on top of a piece of paper. She lent down and read the three lines of text: KNEEL ON THE BED, ON ALL FOURS, FACING THE HEADBOARD. SHOW NO RESISTANCE. BLOW OUT THE CANDLE. With her heart pounding in her chest, Princess climbed onto the bed, blew out the candle and put her head down on the pillow. She felt nervous and exposed, her rear open and available... for what... She ...
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