Intimatters

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On Loan Part I

By moonmagiclady

Lazing nude out on the lanai of the hotel room looking over the white sands of Waikiki Beach, I purr softly to myself and roll over onto my stomach on the huge lounging cushion I’ve been basking on.  Every movement sends small twinges of soreness dancing through my muscles and skin, which only brings a smile to my face.  I could throw on the tiny bikini I’ve brought with me and go laze on the beach itself, but that would mean removing the locked chains around my ankles, wrist and neck, and I didn’t see that happening for my convenience any time soon.  Anyone who had the authority to do so was down in the bar chatting up the waitresses… besides I liked the feel of their caress against my skin.

No, I didn’t need to make my way down to the beach itself right now, I’d had plenty of it last night down on the sand under the moonlight.  For now I would continue to enjoy the tropical sun kissing my skin and the ocean scents tickling the air right here from our hotel room.  I loved to fall into a trance watching the waves roll in down on the beach, the sunshine glinting off of the water in incomprehensible patterns.  And, truly, I didn’t really want to die laughing over the scandalized expressions on most of the guests at the welts covering my skin or the occasional bruise scattered here and there.

Although I WOULD enjoy the occasional knowing look combined with an instant hunger to test me that would be in a few of those considering gazes. Actually, what I needed to do at this moment was to go grab the laptop and get started on my writing assignment my Master had assigned me before I left Big Island.  It had all started a few days earlier as I had finished my packing …

Closing my suitcase and pressing down hard on the lid to snap the locks shut I ran my fingers lightly over the smooth cool cover, savoring the feel against my fingertips.  My husband and Master had come up behind me and slid his hands around my waist to let them rest on the curve of my hips while he leaned in and inhaled the light herbal scent that suffuses my hair and skin.  I felt his grip tighten and wondered momentarily if we had time before my flight to fit in a quickie.

I don’t think so, and inhale to point this out to him when one of his hands slips up my curves and around to squeeze my nipples tightly.  Laughing at my moan of arousal he whispers in my ear of what a nasty slut I am and how much he loves me.  I lean into his touch and whimper my agreement with whatever he wants to tell me.  Dropping to my knees I rub my face against his crotch and lick the front of his shorts to show him what I want for a going away gift.  Smiling down at me, he slowly unbuttons his pants and allows me to slide them down his strong legs until I can kiss his beautiful cock, hard and ready in front of me.

I love kneeling and looking up at him while I slide my mouth around his luscious shaft and glide my way down to take him into my throat.  The feel of his erection hardening and the blood pulsing under my tongue and lips is absolute nirvana.  His hands find their way into my hair and knot into fists as he begins to thrust into my mouth, using my wetness and abilities for his own pleasure.  I am held motionless, but can still use my muscles to suck hard on his shaft, the stifled moan which turns into nasty obscenities rained down upon me as he fucks my face a perfect reward for my efforts.  I hum softly around his thrusts then blink my lashes against his skin.

His reaction tells me this is the final temptation as he yanks me up to toss me face down on the bed.  The sound of the cotton sundress I had donned a few minutes ago being ripped up the back results in the access he wants and also in my juices slowly rolling, drop by glistening drop, down my soft inner thighs.  My Master reaches down and pushes my round butt cheeks apart, leaving no doubt in my mind as to just what he desires before I leave.  I feel his spit hit my tight asshole and I know what is coming next.

Pushing my face down into the pillow to muffle my cries, he pushes his whole length deep into my ass, my body writhing and wriggling against him only arousing his ire and causing him to slap hard against my asscheeks over and over.  I raise my hips and use my body to beg for more abuse as he thrusts again even as I cry out into the pillow.  He withdraws fully from my ass, and then making sure I feel every bit of it, slowly and patiently slides deeply into me again.

Obeying his command hissed into my ear, I squirm my hand under my hips and slide my fingers into my soaking pussy, savoring the feeling of being so full.  He laughs darkly and points out what a slut I must be to enjoy all this. He pounds into me over and over again as I climax and scream into the pillow.  I feel his pace pick up and then he pushes as far into me as he can, his arm around my neck causing my world to sparkle around the edges and darken, my entire being focused on the feel of him spewing his cum deep inside me, pulsing over and over again before he loosens his arm from my neck and collapses onto my back.

We lay there joined for a moment, our minds spiraling back down into our bodies before he rolls off of me and gets up off the bed.  I get up to go to the bathroom, but his command halts me.  I look at him dismay as he orders me to my knees and digs one of our smaller anal plugs out of our toy bag.  He orders me to slide it inside me so that I can save his cum deep in me.  I lay down on my knees and make sure he can get a good view as it slowly disappears inside me, stretching my already tender ass even further before my muscles close around the end of the toy.  He grins and pushes his hand against the flared base to ensure it’s as deep inside me as possible, savoring the whimper that escapes my pressed together lips… I stand and hurry to the shower, worried now I might miss my flight.

At the airport he hands me a small carry-on bag and a letter to take with me.  When I ask him what is in it he just smiles mischievously and tells me to read the letter, but forbids me to open the bag until I get to the hotel.  I kiss him hard before he drives off and he whispers in my ear that I can remove the plug when I check into my hotel.  I moan softly to myself: that is over an hour away.  I COULD take it out as soon as he leaves, but we both know I won’t. I check my suitcase and idly consider opening the bag to take a peek inside.

Instead I sit down, hoping my wince doesn’t show in my face as the hard bench presses against the toy sank deep inside me.  I open the letter and read its contents with a combination of dismay and delight.

Sweet submissive slutty moon,

I have made arrangements with our friend on Oahu for you to be “On Loan” to him while you are over there.   I cancelled your room reservation and he has made plans for you guys to stay at a different hotel.

Each day after you finish you class he will pick you up.  From the moment you step in his car you are nothing but a pleasure slave, and will behave in that way.  You will don your collar the moment you get in, and then will immediately offer him oral sex in thanks for putting up with a needy whore like yourself.

Remember, although you are on loan, you remain MY slave and that every act you do is to be conducted as if I was right there watching you, every act to be completed with the level of perfection I have trained you to.  Your obedience to his whims is to be instantaneous and flawless.

When you are not busy with whatever he has planned for you, use the laptop to write of what has happened.  I expect a complete report emailed to me nightly no matter how tired you might be.

Your Master

I knew exactly whom my Master and husband was referring to.  There are very few people my husband is comfortable sending me to with him not around.  It’s not a trust factor, it’s that I’m HIS toy, and he worries about my safety.  This was someone we knew well though, and someone my husband could trust to use me the way I crave being used, and at the same time keep me safe (mainly from my own tendency to stubbornly not use a safe word.  Once I’m deep into a scene, it doesn’t always cross my mind that I have an out.)  I tapped the letter thoughtfully against my lip and tossed my regular carryon and the bag my husband had told me not to open onto the scanner.

It should prove to be an interesting few days for me….