Abandoned and Redeemed
The stocking, draped around my cock but unevenly held in place from the erection still firm after Miss Monica’s departure. My mind wandered again replaying what just happened. The eroticism of it. Her assured control and complete capture of me. Never had I been spanked in this way before and though near hurting it felt good. The warmth in my buttocks reminded me of that hurt and goodness. It was inevitable. As I came to out of my wandering I realized my erection was beginning to fade. In kind of panic I clenched trying to keep it hard but that only seemed to accelerate that flaccid state. The stocking slowly then quickly fell to the floor. What would happen Miss Monica returned? Another cause for punishment? It was as I played with this mystery puzzle I heard the bolt on the door, then the handle and finally a light breeze come from the hallway across the room tickling my skin. My buttocks clenched in surprise/desire/instinct. Even a slight wave went through my cock but it was my body that really vibrated. Tensing up with the thought of her. As she came close my heart raced wanting to see her face, get her sent, feel her control. Her hands unclasped my spread torso from the cross and she stepped back. “Miss Monica has to attend to other matters and today’s session is over. She regrets that she will not be able to complete your session but you must be grateful for what you received. Monica instructs you to return to your hotel and wishes you safe travels home. WHAT? My mind screamed with shock. I was completely confused. From the moment she uttered the first word I went in panic as it was clearly not Miss Monica. It was not too long before I recognized the voice of the receptionist but in between I felt more naked than I’d ever been in my life. I could hardly speak or get the words out. WHAT? My mind kept screaming. NO NO NO PLEASE. I tried to control my composure and finally spoke. “But but honestly? Miss Monica won’t be back? I have to go? May I please please get a message to her?” I was even begging the receptionist at this point let alone Miss Monica. “No you must leave. Miss Monica does instruct that your cock and balls must be tied with the stocking before you leave. You are to sleep with it this evening. In fact you are not allowed to take it off before you get on your flight except for showers. In the morning she will call with final instructions for the day.” I just couldn’t believe it. As I had scheduled to stay an extra day it seemed like even greater torture to be in the same city for the next 48 hours and not see her. In my mind I was desperate - d e s p e r a t e. “You must follow the instructions to the letter. She asked me to say “Do you understand?” “But….” “Do you understand” she interrupted abruptly. “Yes” I said in a defeated manner. “I will secure you again because Miss wants it be done correctly - step forward.” I was completely now at the mercy. Abandoned from the heavenly moments before and now just resigned and accepting. Complying I step forward. It was at that moment I felt a cool moisture on my ankle and I realized a heavy stream of precum drools from the tip of my cock. If I felt naked before it was nothing like now. The receptionist stood the whole time deftly tying me and never once coming into contact with wet puddling tip of my cock. “There. Get dressed and I’ll order you cab in the meantime. Taking the leather cuffs off my hands and feet the scenes came flooding back and torturously reminded me of what I would not be getting any more of. It took such a long time to have this moment and then it was all gone in an instant. I felt dejected. I dressed slowly hoping that it was all a trick and a test but the door never opened again until I walked through fully clothed. The cab arrived with impeccable timing and the receptionist wished me well and a safe travel. In the cab all the way back to the hotel I stared at nothing looking at the city through the cab window. Haunted by what could have been but would not. The slightly tort stocking reminding me though of my commitment to obey. If nothing else I had that. The evening passed almost like out of the cab window except a repeating erection would remind me of the silken harness around my cock and balls. And it in turn reminded me of my abandonment from my Mistress. Ma’am. Miss Monica. I wilted with desire and yearning. It was a restless night. Tossing and turning. Waking to the harness. Erection coming and going. Waking in the morning I didn’t dare to leave the room waiting for the call. I didn’t want to be anywhere public because I was so vulnerable from the abandon. I didn’t know how i would talk on the phone. 8am, 8:15, 8:30, 9:00, 9:15…………..I squirmed not knowing what to do. Waiting for the phone to ring. I was so desperate to hear her voice. It rang! My fumbling hands which already had the phone cupped nervously touched the screen to answer. “Hello?” Not knowing who might be calling. “Good morning.” My stomach churned and my heart dropped. It was the receptionist again. “Miss Monica is busy this morning however she will called you later. Now you must untie the stocking and take a shower. Then you will put on your cock and ball harness and repeat “I Obey Miss Monica 10 times.” Then dress. Miss Monica will call you when she is ready and give you some sightseeing suggestions before you leave.” This was possibly as worse as the moment yesterday when she said leave. I was flawed. I’d hoped so much for that call but then at least I knew she would be calling. Or would she? I just didn’t know any more. “Do you understand?” “YES, Yes, Yes.“I stammered. “Thank you.” Grateful for at least the hope of the next call. Showering it was all just too much. My heart really sank at having to wait more and even not really knowing if I would speak to her gain. I took a long long shower. The reddish marks of the stocking still showing on my skin. I dried myself in a trance just fantasizing about her voice, presence and those spanks. I wanted her power and control so badly. I wanted to be at a her mercy following. As I fitted and clasped the harness I repeated that very warming phase “I Obey Miss Monica, I Obey Miss Monica, I Obey Miss Monica………” The harness in place and my clothes back on I waited. And waited. It seemed like forever but as soon as the clock turned 11am my phone buzzed and rang. Please please I said in my head please please let it be her. I was almost too nervous to pick it up but at the same could never ever miss THIS CALL. “Hello?” “Good morning boy toy.” “Good morning Ma’am,” I shot out. “There’s a cab downstairs waiting for you. Leave immediately and don’t keep me waiting. I want that ass back here right now.” And she hung up.
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