Part One: The magnet key fob waved past the door handle to ..

Part One:
The magnet key fob waved past the door handle to room 113. The technology behind the metal casing silently changed its exterior light from a constant red to a flashing green. He reached for the handle and pushed it down sternly as he shifted his body to hold to door open and allow for her to pass through. She steadily crossed the threshold first and walked further in to the entry way to allow room for him.

He liked to think that he was chivalrous out of the goodness of his heart, or because it's just how he was raised. After all, it *did* make him feel good, and it *was* how he was raised. But in truth, that wasn't why he behaved this way. He acted chivalrous because he wanted to send a message. He wanted to make it clear that he was the one setting the pace for any engagement. He worked to present himself in a way that said 'I care about what's happening around me.' That way, whether he was closing a deal or seeing a long-time friend, the other person knew that he was aware and alert.

In that same spirit of preparedness, he always did his research before meeting anyone for the first time. He preferred to think of himself as well informed, but occasionally this could turn in to something more. If something-- or someone-- piqued his interest, he found himself getting a few shades more than curious. It wasn't quite obsession. It was more like a dog chewing on a big juicy bone. Sooner or later he'd chew the whole thing up and could move on, but until then, he never let it out of his sight.

He followed her closely in to the room, letting go of the weight of the door as it swung quickly shut behind them.

He took the moment to admire her from behind one last time, while she still had her clothes on. She was more gorgeous in person than any of the photos provided of her. Her long dark hair was styled simple but elegant. Her elaborate, black, distractingly-transparent dress fit her shoulders, chest and hips perfectly. Earlier in the night, he'd discovered (in the correct lighting) that she was wearing crimson underwear and nothing else underneath.

"Thank you for accompanying me to the gala tonight. You looked gorgeous and made me the envy of all my associates." He stated coolly.

"Of course. I thoroughly enjoyed myself." She said before hesitating for a moment.

He saw that she was uncertain of what comes next, so he once again took the opportunity to make clear that he was setting the pace. He took a stride to quickly close the gap between them. "I'd like to repay you for your services" he whispered in her ear, "but your clothes are in the way of my lips, my tongue and my teeth." He let the sentence linger briefly as he noticed her skin prickle with goosebumps. "I want you take your dress off slowly for me, and show me all your favorite parts of your body, one at a time." He moved over to the bed and turned around to sit and face her. He wanted her to know that she had his undivided attention.

He watched her take a moment to calm her nerves and stimulate herself, before beginning her task. She ran her hands over her waist, crossing them up her chest, across her breasts, along her shoulders, down her arms and then uncrossed them to go around her waist, behind her back and on to her ass. She paused and looked at him. "Well, then, I'll need a little help getting out of this dress," she said as she walked over to him, and turned around to show him the zipper.

He reached up and swept her hair over her shoulder before grabbing the zipper firmly with one hand, and the collar of the dress in the other. He pulled down steady as the zipper peeled away the form fitting gown. Her glorious, smooth skin was waiting underneath to be kissed, licked and bitten. He wanted to dig in to her flesh so badly, but he knew he must find patience first. He had given her a task and he planned to see it through.

Unaware of his urges, she slid the shoulders and sleeves of the dress off, but keeping her chest concealed with her hands. She revolved slowly, tilting her shoulders to show the angles and curves of her collar and neckline. He was mesmerized. She continued on, dropping the dress to reveal her full, natural breasts and perky nipples. He could tell from the smirk on her face that she was enjoying this as much as he was.

The dress caught at her waist for a moment. This time she turned her back to him and gave him another incredible view-- just like he'd asked for. She moved her thumbs down between the gown and her skin and wriggled it past her hips, putting a little extra emphasis in each wiggle to show him the fullness of her toned ass. Just when he thought it would be stuck forever, the garment fell uselessly to the floor knowing that its job for the evening was done.

He stared at her almost naked body for a few brief seconds. She started to grab at her panties, but he reached out a hand to stop her. He stood up and took off his coat. He removed something from the breast pocket before throwing it casually on the bed behind him.

He stepped forward and grabbed her by the waist with his empty hand and pulled her close, whispering in her ear once more. "Because we only have the night, I want to repay you in a way that truly shows how much I appreciate you coming out with me tonight." He paused briefly to let her mind consider the options, and then lifted his other arm to reveal its contents before continuing. "I'm going to put this collar around your neck. While it's there, Your pleasure will be my first concern. To that end, I will do anything I want to you and you will do everything I tell you to do. With this collar on you become mine: my toy to play with. Do you accept this privilege?"

She hesitated for a moment, struggling to grasp the possibilities. She had respond positively to all of his cues and direction throughout the evening. He calculated that he had done enough to earn her trust up until this point. He hoped deep down that she wouldn't say no to this opportunity, even though the future was unclear.

"I accept" she said faintly.

He smiled to himself and clasped the simple but elegant collar tightly around her neck. "Well then," he segued on to the main event "let us begin."

Without any pause, he wrapped his arms her around her waist and spun around, throwing her on to the bed. "Get on all fours and face the wall," he commanded her. She was stunned momentarily, but recovered and did as she was told. From this angle, he could now see just how wet her panties had become. He knew he had her hooked, which meant it was time to truly play with his new toy.

He untied his tie and slid it out from his collar. A perfect improvised blindfold just for such an occasion. He walked over to her and tied it around her eyes. He took advantage of the moment to push her a little bit further mentally. "I think pain is best before pleasure. It makes the finish that much sweeter," he spoke softly, before licking her ear and finishing with a hard nibble. She gasped, but didn't flinch.

He stepped back behind her and undid his belt. He made sure to let the buckle jingle a little bit for effect. He folded it in half, gave it a quick snap, and then paused. The air hung heavy for a moment, before he reminded himself that he was focused on her pleasure first.

He set his belt on a side table and returned to her backside with an open-faced hand. He began to swat her cheeks softly until they started to turn color. Swat! Swat! "Sorry doll, but you looked cold in just your panties, so I thought I'd warm you up a little bit," he mused aloud. He began slapping harder now, making sure to see his fresh handprint outline with each hit.

Once he saw her start to flinch and moan, he paused. He brushed away her panties and slid his middle finger into her hungry hole. It was slick and alive. He put another finger in for good measure. He had his fingers point up at the ceiling and started rhythmically moving it in and out, putting pressure against her insides. She moaned with pleasure as he slowly adjusted pace to find her rhythm. When he could feel her start to clench up, he slowed down to a crawl. She moaned again, but this time in desperation. He knew she was close, but he had more to offer her than just a quick O from two fingers.

He pulled his hand out and away from her crotch and took up his belt. This time, she was ready for his pleasure. He snapped it loudly again, to allow her a sobering moment before the strike came down hard on her bare cheeks. Crack! She screamed out and threw her head back.

He paused and walked back up to address her. "We must be quiet in this room, darling. Do you think you can handle this? Remember, as long as the collar is on you, you're mine. So if you ever want to stop, you need only take it off."

She hesitated and then tilted her head in his general direction, "I will do my best. I appreciate your gift, it's just not what I was expecting. It's a wonderful surprise."

He smiled to no one, again, and offered her aid, "you can use this pillow to muffle your moans and screams. It's not a perfect solution, but maybe we can improve upon it next time." He let this tantalizing promise of the future linger before returning to the task at hand.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

He began to find another rhythm of steady strikes on her ass. He watch the welts form as her struck her up and down her left, then right cheeks and upper thighs. This was his pleasure, his therapy. Each strike felt like a release of his frustrations about the parts of the world he couldn't control. But here, now, he was in complete control. Every belt snap was his gift to her: his perfect play date.

He watched her body closely- Crack! Crack! He was waiting for the point where she might just break. He saw her start to lose her mind to that calm animal part of her brain. She started unconsciously wagging her ass back and forth in the air, with her face stuffed down in a pillow that soaked up her screams…..