Hotel room – Uro scenario

Hotel room — uro scenario

That night I did not want my dungeon.

I wanted a neutral place. Impersonal. A hotel room.

He was waiting in the corridor, as agreed.

When I opened the door, he stepped forward and kissed my hand.
Eyes down.

I let him in. I locked the door.

“On your knees.”

He obeyed while I took off my coat.

Black latex. Cap. Boots. Nothing else.

I sat on the edge of the bed and looked at him.
For a long time.

Then I had him lie on his back in the middle of the room.
I put a tarp under him. Without hurrying.

I came closer and placed one foot on each side of his head.
He inhaled.

I lowered myself.
My sex touched his lips.
I sat.

All my weight.
He choked.
I waited.

When his fingers began to tighten, I rose just enough to give him air.

Then I came down again. Longer.

“Tonight you exist only for this.”

I stayed.
Long enough for him to understand that his breath belonged to Me.

Then I stood.
I looked at him: wet face, short breath.

I moved higher.
And I let go.

The warm liquid ran over his chest, then his face.
He opened his mouth.

I did not give him everything at once.
I measured it. I controlled it.

“You drink what I give you. Nothing else.”

He obeyed.
Drop by drop.
And more openly when I decided he deserved it.

When I was done, I stepped aside.
I wiped myself calmly.

I left him lying there, soaked, eyes unfocused.

“Tidy. Dress. Wait for My signal.”

He obeyed in silence.

That night the room was only a set.

The power was in the weight, the silence, and in what I gave him… or withheld.