In the morning shower, I made it thunder for her again. She held my head against her as she came time after time from my tongue and fingers. It was a statement of her trust in me. It scared the shit out of me.
We spent the day in bed reading, touching, and talking. Well, not much reading. Or talking, either for that matter. We found each other's special spots, those areas that did certain things to us. I still did not penetrate her and she accepted that it would happen in my time. It was a major step for her in her acceptance of me as her true master.
That evening's dinner saw us seated across and apart from one another. We were both on trial tonight. She may have gotten us this far but from here on out, we were in it together. She would glance down the long table at me from time to time and flash me her wonderful smile. She was not worried. I relaxed and enjoyed the dinner, the conversation and the company. Well, the food was OK, anyway.
We left the dinner without an invitation. I could tell she was disappointed but she refused to allow anyone the satisfaction of seeing just how much it had meant to her. That night, when she came to our bed in the hotel room, she knelt beside me rather than lying down. She was offering me something.
She had a collar, one of Sally's old ones if I didn't miss my bet. The medallion was missing, but I recognized the workmanship.
"You know that if I put that on you, there will be no sex tonight?" I asked her.
She nodded. "Yes, Master. Sally told me..."
"Damn it, woman! Is there anything you two haven't discussed?" I demanded.
"I don't think so, Master, not when it concerns you. We both love you very much. You are the most important thing to us, even more than our daughters in many ways. Of course we talk about you, how to please you, how you will react to this and that. She has said you would not take me the first time under the collar. I accept that but you may if you wish to take me this way. I-I-I need this tonight, Master. Forgive me for being so weak."
I took the collar from her shaking hands. I locked it around her throat. It was a bit tighter than it had been on Sally, but apparently they had tried it out. She didn't gasp or choke.
I sat up in the bed, propped up against the headboard. I spread my legs. I nodded at my groin. "Head Time," was all I said.
The room lit up with her smile. She locked her hands behind her back, one hand holding the other wrist tightly. She bowed before me and swallowed just the head of my cock into her mouth.
With her in position — and quiet — I began talking to her. I told her my thoughts and dreams, what I envisioned our life becoming. I told her where I thought the problems would be and what I was planning on doing to prevent them. I talked of my clients, listing them by name so she would become familiar with them.
Once or twice she started to rise to address some issue. I held her head firmly in place. She realized she was to listen. I was telling her things I had never told anyone, not even Sally. I felt the tears washing over the base of my cock. At first I thought my forcing her to stay in that position hurt her. I reached out with my senses to touch her.
I hadn't been able to do that with her much. It was as if she didn't have much to sense, like her sense was hibernating, hidden inside. This time, whether it was because we were touching or because she was more open to me, I could feel her better, even if it was just a little bit. I sensed that her tears were tears of joy and satisfaction; I was trusting her with my dreams. They were shared between us, and no one else. She would treasure them forever.
I kept her at Head Time for a long time. I was sure her mouth ached, but she never broke. When I took her off she thanked me for allowing her the honor. Nicole remained kneeling between my legs, her head bowed down touching the mattress. She needed more. I reached out with my sense to her and found her open and waiting for me. I sensed her better than ever before.
I saw what she needed, as if she had drawn me a picture. I bound her hands behind her back using one of my ties. I tied her ankles the same way. I positioned her across the foot of the large bed, her head where my feet would go. I gagged her with my last tie.
I could see the glowing aura around her now. This was what she wanted, to be possessed, to be bound and used. It released her as nothing else.
I slipped my feet under her head so that she could use my ankles for a pillow. Not the softest body part, by far, but she wasn't concerned with comfort. I lay back and shut my eyes, listening to her soft moans, letting her sing me to sleep with them. She was not in pain, but was experiencing a tremendous release of built up tensions, fears and frustrations. I had accepted her, bound her as if I owned her and had put her in a place of submission. She felt wanted, needed and loved.
I woke to the quiet, but insistent knocking on the hotel door. I looked at the clock. 6:00 AM. God! Who could be this inconsiderate?
I threw open the door to reveal not only myself, but the freshly scrubbed face of a White House intern. Believe me, they are not all as ugly or fat as Monica Lewinski. This one was a slender girl, probably 18 years of age, of African-American descent. She was a cute girl and at the moment her eyes were fixed on the sight of my hard cock.
Suddenly remembering her task, she offered me a silver tray that held a sealed envelope. My name was embossed across the front and the flap was sealed with the Presidential Seal. The hand written card inside invited me and a guest (vetted, of course) to be in attendance at a presidential reception this evening. It was signed by the President.
The intern had remained standing in the doorway, waiting for a reply. She had gumption, this one and I immediately liked her. She had fastened her gaze on a sconce on the far wall behind me and had not wavered from that stare. I told her we would be honored attend. She told me a limo would pick us up at 6:00 sharp in the lobby.
With one more lingering look at my cock she turned to go. Just as she turned, I caught her eye and winked. She grinned, shook her head in disbelief, and said, "They'd never believe me if I told them. Nobody gets this lucky." A generous laugh and she shut the door. I felt flattered.
Nicole was waiting where I had left her. She couldn't really go anywhere tied the way she was. I sat down on the bed, holding the envelope and invitation where she couldn't see. With a little effort, I lifted her and laid her across my lap in a spanking position. She realized what I was doing and began a mock struggle, doing more rubbing against my cock and elevating her ass than trying to get away.
The first firm swat of that ass felt glorious. I think we both groaned in delight. After the second swat, I laid the envelope in front of her face so she could read my name. After a couple more swats, I flipped it over so she could see the waxed seal. It wasn't until she read the note, though, that she realized we had won the grand prize. Her ass was a rosy red when I stopped swatting her. She didn't care.
When I released her she flew into my arms, sobbing happily. I'm not sure if it was the spanking, the bondage or the invitation that made her so aggressive in the shower that morning, but I didn't care. I let her thank me all she wanted. It was great.
After our shower, Nicole was a snake-ball of nervous tension. She couldn't even eat. Getting there was the prize, getting asked back was the ultimate. I didn't have access to the services I would have normally used for Sally and Janey, so I asked Nicole if she would allow me to help her relax. She misunderstood and immediately her hand went to my crotch, grabbing my prick. Her face was a study in puzzlement as I tried to explain that's not what I meant.
Again, I asked her if I could help her. She nodded, unsure of what I had planned. First, I drew her a hot bath, using all the oils and fragrances the hotel provided. I helped her disrobe, always a joy, and step into the hot steaming water. Although she had just gotten out of the shower, she relished the idea of a hot bath. I told her to wait, then called room service. It was a long call.
Soon, breakfast arrived. In the bathroom, with her soaking, I served to her what I hoped was a typical French breakfast of croissants, marmalade and steaming coffee. In the meantime, the rest of my order arrived and was set up in the other room.
When she came out of the tub, I dried her. She tried to protest but I stopped her with a soft kiss. It was hard for her, I think, but she let me. I wrapped her in a heated robe then led her to the other room. The robe came back off as I helped her up onto a massage table.
She sighed in obvious pleasure as I rubbed the scented oils into her skin. I wasn't an expert by any means but I knew enough to be very effective. She was almost numb when I slipped her over onto her back.
As I touched her erogenous zones, I could feel the tensions building up inside her. Using my sensing skills, I teased her ever higher, in imperceptibly small steps. I had all day for this and I was going to help her relax.
I touched her clit lightly, then flicked it back and forth. She deflated like a toy balloon. All the tension and anxiety flooded out of her with that release. I lifted her limp body in my arms and carried her back to the bath. The recycle feature of that spa had kept the water temperature high. This time I got in the tub behind her and held her head above the surface as we soaked.
She slept for some time, floating in a blissfully relaxed state. I enjoyed holding her quiet body, keeping her safe. She rolled over in my arms, still slippery from the massage oils.
"Thank you, Lawrence. Master. You are a strange and wonderful man. I only hope I will not disappoint you, tonight or ever."
"I doubt that you ever will, Nicole. You are very special."
She spent the remainder of the afternoon in the hotel beauty salon. I told her she didn't need it, but she insisted. I don't know what she paid but when I saw her later, whatever the cost it had been worth it. She looked fabulous.
As she was finishing her preparations, I slipped up behind her. I unlocked the old leather collar and put a jeweled choker around her neck. I had been able to slip out while she was in the salon.
"I will replace this later with one like Sally's, but for now, know you are mine. My command to you tonight is to be the most outstanding woman ever to impress the President or his guests. If you have any questions, look to me. I will decide for you."
Her hand reached up to touch the choker. I watched in the mirror as she caressed it lightly with her fingers. My cock was jealous of that touch. I felt a wonderful sense coming from her. She was happy. Wonderfully, gloriously happy. She would do her utmost to please me tonight, and always.
I wondered at the increase in my sensitivity to her link. I would have to talk with Sally about this. I also wondered what Gertie would say about all this link stuff. I hesitated to do so as I feared I would end up dissected on a lab table if I told her about it. Still, it seemed that as Nicole opened up a little and became more comfortable with me I could sense her better. When I thought back, pretty much the same thing had happened with Sally and Janey. Now, with Nicole, it happened sooner because I was aware of it and didn't pass it off as indigestion or something.
The limo was waiting as we exited the elevators at exactly 6:00. A hush fell over the lobby of this busy hotel as an angel passed through it. I was blessed. I got to accompany her. She had on a red velvet dress that was held up more by imagination than any of the known laws of physics. My choker was her only adornment, other than her charm, beauty, intelligence and the palpable gaze of any man fortunate enough to glimpse her. I had wondered why she had insisted on carrying her wrap. Now I knew. She was just testing the hardware.
She squeezed my hand as sat in the back of the car. "Jealous?"
"A little. You testing me or the effects of that dress, Madame?"
"I am glad you are not blindly jealous, Lawrence. A little bit is good, it heats the bed at night, no? Too much, well, it is not good. I saw you watching the men in the hotel. Look at me next time, it will help ease some of hard feelings you have for the men who look at me. And who enjoy it more than you think they should."
It was going to be hard to share her, but she was confident I could. I would do my damnedest.