Humiliating Louise
Part Two
It was 8.00pm and the hotel reception area was teeming with people. A couple of
tour buses had just arrived, dropping off the latest load of tourists from the
international airport. Louise waited patiently while her Master checked them
into the hotel. They hadn't stayed there before and she was keen to see what the
room was like. Lou flicked a bit of lint off her skirt. It was a cool evening so
she was wearing a long black skirt with a split up the back, and a semi-fitted
black cashmere sweater. Her heels were tan, and matched her bag. And, of course,
she was wearing pantyhose. No panties, though. Louise wondered silently what the
hold up was, check-in was taking forever and she wanted to shower and change
before she and her Master went to dinner.
When he finally got the key and walked over to her, Louise could tell her Master
was a little annoyed. Lou knew from experience he didn't like to be kept
waiting. She hated it when he was cross, so she kissed him and told him how
handsome he was, and how fortunate she was to have him in her life. It was the
truth, anyway, and it seemed to do the trick because he relaxed a little.
Grabbing their bags, he strode over to the elevator. Calling over his shoulder
to her, he said, "Our room is on the top floor, so the view over the city should
be worth seeing. Hurry up, will you?" he added, impatiently, as Louise scurried
after him as best she could in her high heels.
The bank of elevators was quiet. The tour parties were still being processed and
no one else was waiting to go up. Louise had heard about these elevators. They
were made of glass on three sides and rose up through a glass atrium that housed
the hotel's reception area. In fact, as she looked up through the roof of the
atrium, Louise could see the night stars high above them. It was a beautiful
sight.
A muted ping heralded the arrival of the elevator, and Louise followed her
Master in, still looking up at the stars. As the elevator ascended, the lobby
fell away below them and the people milling around reception got smaller and
smaller. Louise pressed her nose to the glass and watched them - they all seemed
very far away as they rose higher and higher.
Suddenly, Louise cried out in surprise as the elevator jolted and stopped.
Absorbed in people watching, she wasn't expecting the abrupt halt. Louise was
scared the elevator had malfunctioned, and they would both be sent crashing to
the ground. Worried, she turned and reached for her Master. But her Master
wasn't worried at all, mainly because he had stopped the elevator on purpose and
was just standing there, watching her closely, a smile playing around his lips
as he watched her reaction. "What's the matter, baby?" he said softly, fixing
her with a steely glare, his finger still pressed on the 'stop' button.
Louise looked at him closely then, and she could see he had that glint in his
eye. She knew it well; usually it meant he had something devilish in store for
her. But what can happen in a glass elevator? wondered Louise, her heartbeat
slowly returning to normal as her panic faded.
"Uh...nothing, Sir," she replied, her voice wavering just a little. "I was
scared we were going to crash, is all." She smiled at him uncertainly as he
continued to watch her, his ice blue eyes locked on her flushed face.
"Turn around, slut," he ordered. "Turn around and face out. I want you to bend
from the waist slightly, your legs spread, with your hands against the glass. Do
it now."
Turning, Louise obeyed without question as she assumed the position he wanted.
She was almost embarrassed to realise she was instantly aroused - the
combination of the tone of her Master's voice and the look in his eyes
invariably triggered such an automatic, slutty response. Through the reflection
in the glass, Lou could see him moving toward her. All her senses were
heightened and the hair on the back of her neck prickled with anticipation as he
approached.
Reaching her, he pressed his groin into Lou's ass as his hands reached around
underneath her sweater and loosened the clasp on her front-fastening bra. His
large hands cupped her full breasts, and she moaned as he rolled her sensitive
nipples between his fingers. She gasped as he nuzzled the back of her neck,
nipping and biting, his lips moving over her hot flesh. Groaning, Louise closed
her eyes as the pleasurable sensations washed over her. His lips vibrating
against her ear, her Master snapped, "Open your eyes, slut. Open your eyes and
look at all those people down below us. Do you think they can see what we're
doing?"
His words jerked Lou back to reality, and she was shocked. Of course they could
see what was going on should they choose to look up, thought Louise in horror.
After all, it was a glass elevator, and she was braced against the glass with
her legs spread and her Master's hands up her top. She tensed slightly,
humiliated when she realised that they may be seen. But her Master wasn't
worried, not at all.
"Relax, bitch," he commanded, straightening up as he took his hands away from
her. Although she was embarrassed, Louise was also disappointed; she realised
she really didn't want him to stop touching her. She took her hands off the
glass to tidy her clothes - her bra was undone and she wanted to fix it.
"Did I tell you to move?" he snapped. Louise turned to look at him, her face
flushing at the tone in her Master's voice.
"Answer me, slut."
"Uh, I thought ..." she started, but he cut her off.
"You're not supposed to think, though, are you? You don't move unless I tell you
to move, you don't speak unless I tell you to speak and you don't think unless I
tell you that you can. Is that clear?"
"Yes Sir," she whispered, distressed that she'd displeased him.
"Good. Now turn around again, leave your fucking clothes alone, don't move,
don't make a sound, keep those eyes open and don't even think about thinking. I
control you. Correct?"
Relishing in his control, and eager to please him, Louise nodded silently as she
braced herself against the glass once more, wondering what he had in store for
her.
Satisfied with her submission he pressed against her, his lips and teeth again
moving over her neck. Lou shuddered with desire as she felt his hands sliding
underneath her skirt, then up her legs and over her thighs. "Do you want my
fingers inside you, slut?" he whispered, as his hands crept further and further
up her legs and toward her wet cunt.
Desperate for him to touch her, Louise nodded as she resisted the urge to grind
her hips down on his hands. After all, she'd been told me not to move and she
dared not disobey. Her skirt was bunched up almost to her waist now, and she
realised she was on show to all of the people in the hotel's lobby area below,
should they choose to look up. But Louise didn't care, all she wanted was to
feel her Master's hands on her and his fingers inside her wet pussy - she craved
his touch like a drug addict craved drugs.
Suddenly, unexpectedly, he grasped her pantyhose and ripped the nylon in one
forceful movement, tearing a gaping hole in the delicate material. Lou's ass and
cunt were now exposed, her skirt riding high. She was pulled off balance
momentarily by his actions, and stumbled a little as she struggled to regain her
footing. His hand cracked down sharply on her bare ass, leaving a stinging red
handprint. "I told you not to fucking move, didn't I?" he hissed, striking her
again. Pressed against the glass once more, she welcomed the sharp sting of her
Master's slaps, but apologised to him all the same for moving, even though she
could hardly help it.
Now he was behind me again, and Louise could feel his warm breath against her
ear as he told her, "We haven't got a lot of time, slut. I'm going to fuck you
with my fingers. I'm going to allow you to cum, but we haven't got long. Someone
is going to notice the elevator has stopped before too much longer. But I want
you to cum, I want you to cum on my hand while all these nice people below us in
the lobby of this five star resort look up at you and marvel at what you'll do
for me, and think what a fucking whore you are. Do you want that? Do you?"
Almost driven mad with lust, Louise nodded frantically, begging him to finger
her, begging him to use her, begging him to let her cum. Finally, she was
rewarded when she felt his fingers slipping over her juicy pussy, spreading her
puffy, pink lips apart and sliding into her wetness. Her Master had large hands
and long fingers, and she couldn't get enough of his touch as he pushed first
one and then two into her warm depths, her inner muscles contracting around him
as he swirled and delved inside her.
Her Master's other hand was in her hair, pulling Louise against him firmly. She
arched her neck and groaned as he bit into her sensitive flesh, his teeth
leaving red marks on her pale, creamy skin. His thumb slid over her clit,
teasing the sensitive nub as he slipped a third finger into Louise, stretching
her juicy pussy wide open as he plunged into her over and over again.
"Fuck my fingers, slut, cum for me all over my hand," he said, and Louise ground
her hips down on him, trying to draw him deeper and deeper inside her. He
whispered darkly in her ear as he fucked Lou's wet cunt forcefully with his
hand, calling her a slut over and over again, telling her that she was his slut,
and that he owned her; owned the very cunt he was using in full view of the
people far below. This, coupled with his fingers sent Louise tumbling over the
edge, her pussy spasming around his hand and her knees buckling as her orgasm
swept over her, tipping her into a bottomless void of pleasure.
Far below them, through a haze of red-hot passion, Louise could see a group of
Japanese tourists had noticed them. They were staring and pointing up at them in
shock as Louise screamed silently against the glass, cumming violently over and
over again with her skirt around her hips, and her torn and ripped pantyhose
around her ankles and one of her Master's hands tangled in her hair and the
fingers of his other hand buried deep inside her cunt.
Louise realised she didn't care at all.
With love and thanks to Sir, the source of my inspiration :)
