Hotel Room Magic

There's always some kind of aphrodisiac in a hotel room, isn't there? Perhaps it's the novelty. Perhaps it's knowing that thousands of other people have fucked in the same bed. But I don't think I've ever stayed in a hotel room with someone I'm in a relationship with and not had sex. It always feels like something a little extra special. I can certainly understand part of the thrill that people who choose to have affairs must have, walking into a hotel strictly for sex. Actually, I remember a visit with Patrick from a few years ago where we went to a hotel room and he went to get the keys while I was in the car. The desk clerk asked him if he was in town for business or pleasure, and he said pleasure. When I walked in wearing a minidress and high heeled sandals, the clerk gave him a wink- there was no doubt what kind of pleasure we were there for! Damn, now I want to go back to a hotel room!

This past week, Henry and I decided to take a little getaway to a local tourist town and we booked an awesome suite at my favourite hotel. Sometimes you really just need to unwind a little, and we definitely did that!

I asked him before we left to choose four toys from my toy box, and I packed those in my overnight bag. Of course, things are never what they seem and I had a few surprises for him!

First he knelt in front of me so I could lock his collar around his neck. I love wearing the key on a chain around mine- it looks pretty and just helps put me into the headspace for playtime. I fastened my cuffs around his wrists and ankles, and connected the wrist cuffs together with a clip. Then I had him kneel on on ottoman that I pushed to the foot of the bed, with his hands on the bed and his knees on the ottoman, and I attached a spreader bar to his ankle cuffs so that he couldn't close his legs, and then chained his cuffs around the ottoman base. Poor Henry was stuck there until I decided to release him! But his rock hard cock told me exactly how much he hated what I was doing to him.

I laid out the toys that he'd picked and knew were coming; the beautiful light suede flogger, the heavier bullhide flogger, his Njoy, and the Realdoe. But, I kept a few surprises off to the side that he couldn't see! A set of finger claws, a seven wheeled wartenburg wheel, and the coup de grace: a piece of peeled ginger carved into a butt plug. Figging causes a rather intense burning sensation, especially when the person clenches their ass, but it's totally harmless and the effect fades aften you take it out. Of course, it can be fun to try and make your partner clench up! That's what all the sensation toys were for. Listening to his moans and sighs as I traced his body with various implements made my pussy so wet. When I removed the ginger root, I snapped on a latex glove and started to finger his ass with lube. I love the way he feels when he clenches around my fingers! When he was nice and lubed up, I slid the Realdoe inside his ass. I'm always amazed by the size of the toys he can take! And then I started to flog his ass and thighs and back, lightly but rhythmically. I was looking to create sensation more than to create pain. And of course, fucking him with the dildo made him moan and beg for me to play with his hard cock, since he was in cuffs and couldn't stroke himself. It was fun to say no to him :)

It was hard to resist his dangling balls, so I got a mini rubber flogger (very light impact) and started to hit him there while I used my other hand to fuck him with his dildo. Finally, I decided to let him cum so I pulled out the Realdoe and slid the large ball of his nJoy into his ass. This toy gives very intense prostate stimulation and Henry loves that, so I knew it wouldn't be long. I lubed up my hand and started rubbing his cock while I fucked him with the nJoy. I told him he was my dirty little slut, fucking himself back on my hand and the toy and he breathlessly agreed. "Cum for me," I whispered in his ear, and he groaned and shot his cum all over my hand. It was a lot of fun!

But, the evening wasn't over yet. Our room had a fabulous two person Jacuzzi, so we spent the next couple of hours in the tub with lighted candles around us. By the way, putting bubble bath in a Jacuzzi is a lot of fun, as long as you don't go overboard! We relaxed, watched Indiana Jones, and drank mimosas. It was funny; at one point the maharajah talked about having palace slaves, and I grinned over at Henry and said maybe I should have an opening for one. He smiled back and said he thought the position had been filled.

He is my good boy, and a fabulous boyfriend, and I love how our relationship has a great mix of kink and vanilla. I can beat him until he cries and then we can go out for a romantic walk and cuddle in the park. BDSM really isn't all that much like it's portrayed in the media; in my case it's just another facet to a loving relationship where we have different needs, but both people's needs being met are still important. I love him. I hurt him, and I expect him to serve me, but I take care of him, too. Symbiosis is a beautiful thing, and I'm a lucky woman to have him in my life.