First Class Boot Camp

We walked into this beautiful hotel.  At least I think it’s beautiful. My Ard Ri (aka my lover and dominant. When he is in “dominate” mode, I call him him Ard Ri or High King for those of you who are not familiar with this Irish Term) has taped small patches over both of my eyes and had me put on very dark sunglasses. He holds my elbow in the crook of his arm and had guides me. Three hours ago he had me dress in a very lovely but revealing dress, a waist cincher my only undergarment, and black pumps. He effectively blinded me and guided me to the car. I would probably have fallen asleep, but he had also inserted a remote control vibrator in my pussy and a small, silicon plug in my anus. He explained that we were going to have a boot camp extended weekend. Four days where I would be 24/7 submissive to him – his servant. Lately, I had been complaining about feeling neglected. He agreed. He had been neglecting me, but he planned on changing that over the course of the next four days. I was not to ask questions – not even where we were going. All I knew was that we would be staying at a hotel and that I would not be leaving the suite once I was there. Before going into the hotel to register, he also put in ear buds and turned up some Debussy so I couldn’t even hear the conversation between him and the desk clerk. After what seemed to be a long elevator ride, we entered a hallway and stepped into the suite. Only then did Ard Ri remove the earbuds and the glasses and removed the cushioned pads from my eyes.

The suite was lovely. A big king sized bed, plush red carpet, a separate bathroom with a large jacuzzi tub and multi-jet shower, a small kitchenette with a fully stocked bar, and a sunken living room with a leather couch, chair, big screen television, a coffee table graced with a large bouquet of 3 dozen roses in a variety of colors, and a walnut desk and chair. The shades were drawn closed.

“Remove your clothes. You will remain naked unless I tell you otherwise. I’ve packed everything you will need. Then, lie face down on the bed.”

“You aren’t going to tell me where we are?”

“That was your first mistake. You asked me a question when I specifically told you not to do that. But for the record, no. I’m not telling you where we are. I will tell you what I want you to know. Now. Obey.”

Quickly, I obeyed. My pussy was already wet, but now it was dripping. Of course, it helped that he’d turned the vibrator on full blast. He grabbed my wrists and pinned them at the small of my back. Then, he spanked me. Hard. No warning, no warm up. I squealed and wiggled, but he’s a strong man and I didn’t really want to break free anyway.

“Spread your legs.”

I did so. That was when he did something new. Something that shocked me so much that I lay perfectly still, despite the pain and humiliation. He spanked my pussy. Five hard, firm slaps. The pain shot through to my soul, but I heard him chuckle.

“You just got even wetter, Sweet Pea. Which is good. Because each time you disobey, I’m going to spank your pussy, not your ass. Plus, I’ll add one spanking for each time you disobey. So next time, you’ll get six swats. Tell me you understand.”

“I understand, Ard Ri,” I murmured, my voice husky.

“Good. Now don’t think I won’t spank your ass because I will. But when I do, that will be for my pleasure. Before we leave here late Monday afternoon, I will have not only spanked your ass, bupinnedt belt whipped it, flogged it, paddled it, maybe even caned it. I will slap your tits, your face. I will keep you plugged, fucked, filled with cum. I might let the room service waiter do the same things to you just because I want to watch. Understand?”

“Yes, Ard Ri.” I was about to come just thinking about all of this.

“Here are your rules. You will do what I say when I say it. You may thank me at any time, but you will not question me. You may, of course, use your safe word. You will wear nothing unless I give you permission. You will eat what I give you. You may drink all the water you like. You will ask permission to use the restroom and before you do, you must pay for that privilege by sucking my cock or at the very lest, offering to do so. By the end of these four days of boot camp, you will know that I love you, that I need you, that you are my life. Any questions?”

“No, Ard Ri,” I say. This is going to be a wonderful weekend.


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