Sarah’s Adventure

Sarah walked into ‘The George’ dressed “smartly, only just on the right side of slutty” exactly as Gavin had instructed.  To achieve this ‘look’ Sarah had spent the afternoon in shops that she would not usually buy from.  She was wearing new black underwear, she had chosen a basque and French knickers, sheer black hold up stockings and a black dress that was, in her view, plain but striking at the same time, the outfit as finished off with some black high heeled sandals.  She was not sure how she looked, but she felt ‘hot’ and was moist!

Sarah rarely walked into a bar alone, but she figured that in a hotel it would not look so obvious, she was ‘fairly’ confident that she didn’t actually look like a ‘hooker’.  She ‘strolled’ in trying to look a lot more confident than she felt.

As she walked across the foyer looking to find the bar, Sarah heard her phone ‘ping’, who is after me now she thought.  She quickly opened her bag to check as she did not want any interruptions to her evening.  As she read the text her heart missed a beat, it said “Very impressive subSarah, get a drink at the bar and put on Gavin’s account, then sit on the couch at the low table to the far end of the bar and enjoy.  Remember you are free to leave at any point of the evening”.

The bar was actually very quiet for a Friday she thought and the bar man walked towards her as she approached.  She asked for a glass of Pinot Gris, the bar man quickly and efficiently poured a glass and placed it in front of her, before she had time to speak, the barman said, “On Gavin’s account?”, “yes please” was the only reply she could manage, astonished as she was, that he knew.

Sarah walked towards the couch that Gavin had specified and sat down, it was ‘low’ and she had difficulty sitting in a ‘lady like’ position.  Ten minutes or perhaps fifteen passed as she sipped, well gulped, her wine.  As she drained the last drop, hardly realising how much she had drunk, the barman arrived carrying another glass and placed it on the table in front of her.

She looked round the bar, it was sparsely populated, only a few men who looked like they were at the end of long business days.  One other woman, she was sitting alone, and she looked like a ‘high class escort’. Sarah was continuing her ‘people watching’ when she heard the ‘ping’ of her phone again.  The text message was simple “describe the underwear you are wearing”.  Sarah’s fingers were difficult to control as she tapped out the requested information.  The reply was quick, “go to the ladies and remove your knickers – as you walk back to your seat, dangle them from your fingers for anyone who is looking to see, when you sit back down, sit with your legs wider apart than you are comfortable with, leave your underwear on the table in plain view”.

God, he must be kidding, was Sarah’s immediate thought, but nonetheless she rose and walked to the ‘Ladies’.  Once inside she obediently followed Gavin’s instructions before returning to her seat.  As she strode across the bar with her black French knickers hanging ‘proudly’ from her fingers she could feel the moisture from the gusset.  She was surprised by just how excited she was but mingled with almost a feeling of empowerment, which, as she was obediently following Gavin’s instructions, was indeed odd.

As Sarah settled back down onto the couch, she remembered to ease her knees apart, wider, much wider than she had dared to think possible.  Whilst one part of her brain screamed “WHAT ARE YOU DOING” at herself, anther voice in her head was reminding her that she had NEVER felt this excited and turned on before.

She was gulping on her wine once more when the next text instruction arrived. “Go and see Alan behind the bar, hold up your knickers and say to him that you understand that he has something for you in exchange for your knickers, he will confirm and pass you something when you hand over your undergarment”.

Sarah drained the remainder of her Pinot Gris and stood up and walked over to the bar.   She held up her knickers in her hand and asked the question.  Alan nodded and took them from her, turned them over in his hand and found the gusset and then, very obviously, held her knickers to his nose and inhaled.  He smiled a wide grin and said, “turned on, aren’t you?”  Sarah knew it was a rhetorical question and knew she was blushing.   He then passed to her a room key before turning nonchalantly away to clean glasses.  Sarah was not sure who in the bar had seen what had just happened, but she was passed caring, as she heard her phone ‘ping’ once more.  “Room 1001, the top floor!”

Sarah’s heart leaped as the lift came to a halt at the top floor.  Room 1001 was not hard to find, it appeared to be the only one on this floor.  The key easily opened the door to a fabulous room.  It was in a contemporary design but with very high-quality furnishings.   Three sides of the room were floor to ceiling windows with stunning views over the city.  Sarah thought it ‘odd’ that there appeared to be no curtains or blinds.  This high up probably no one could see in, but she thought that at night with the lights on, some pervert or other with binoculars may have a view.

Just as Sarah was wondering what happened now, her phone ‘pinged’ once more.  “Remember you can leave at any stage, do you want to?”, there was not a second of hesitation from her as she quickly replied “No, what do I next Gavin, Sir”.  His reply was just as quick, “remove all of your clothes except for your shoes and stockings, in the top drawer of the bedside cabinet you will find a blindfold.  Stand naked in front of the window at the end of the bed and place the blindfold securely over your eyes and adopt ‘submissive position one’ (in case you are unaware ‘submissive position one’ involves you standing, head bowed, with your wrists crossed at the base of your spine as if they were tied together, your feet should be no less than 30cm apart – you will not be told this again, there are three more submissive positions which you will learn) and wait!”

Sarah did not think twice, she did not want to risk offending Gavin, she slipped off her dress and basque, she then found the blindfold and took up her position in front of the window, as she pulled the blindfold over her eyes she caught a glimpse of at least three distant windows that she feared (or was it hoped) could see in.

Sarah stood in silence, in anticipation.  She was not sure if it was ten, fifteen or even twenty minutes that passed.  It was enough time for her arms to tire so intently was she forcing her wrist together.  Enough time also for her to move her feet apart and back again three or four times until she was certain that the gap between her ankles was greater than 30cm.

She then heard the door open, her ears strained to hear.  Slow confident paces approached, there was then a ‘swish’ as what she later learned was a riding crop, cut through the air and landed on the surface of the bed very close to her bare buttocks.  All she could hear was breathing…………………………..