Fantasy Friday - Coming Home

Happy Friday! I’m out of town this weekend visiting my sister, but I didn’t want to leave you without a good story.  Thankfully Bob came through for me with a great one.  Remember Bob has his own blog, Thoughts on TTTWD, and you can go by there to read more.

I hope this is a good weekend for everyone and that you enjoy…

Coming Home

As Holly was walking towards her office drinking from a coffee to go cup, she stops by her secretary’s desk “Shelly please hold all my calls today because I will be working on J&J Road Construction’s contract and I don’t want to be disturbed.” As she walks into her office, she stops by her inbox and picks up the mail that came in today.

Deep in thought, she rubs her forehead while looking at the numbers on the spreadsheet and hears a knock on the door and a man saying “Fed Ex for Holly Tumble”.  As she is turning around to address the FedEx man, she is silently chastising Shelly for not screening her calls. She sees the Fed Ex man is holding a package for her and as she places the package on her desk, she takes the electronic sign in log book and she signs her name. 

She closes the door, looks at the package on the desk, and notices that there is no name on it. She sits down in her chair and looks the package over wondering if she should call security about the nameless box but decides against it and with great prudence and sweating hands she opens the package. She then dumps the contents of the box on her desk. Leather cuffs, a blindfold, an envelope and an electronic access card spill onto her desk. Holly’s mouth suddenly goes dry. With shaking hands, she takes the letter out of the envelope and starts to read it.

HELLO PRINCESS

I KNOW IT HAS BEEN A LONG TIME SINCE WE HAVE BEEN TOGETHER BUT IT IS TIME FOR YOU TO QUIT RUNNING FROM YOURSELF AND FROM ME. I AM GOING TO CLAIM WHAT IS RIGHTFULLY MINE.
YOU ARE TO RESCHEDULE ALL OF YOUR APPOINTMENTS FROM NOW UNTIL MONDAY. YOU ARE TO GO HOME AND PREPARE YOURSELF FOR ME AND WEAR THAT RED DRESS THAT I GAVE YOU THE LAST TIME WE MET AND YOU ARE NOT TO WEAR ANY PANTIES OR BRA UNDERNEATH THE DRESS.PACK AN OVERNIGHT BAG WITH SOME TOILETRIES, MAKEUP THAT YOU WILL NEED FOR THE WEEKEND AND NOTHING ELSE.  AT 4 O’CLOCK, THERE WILL BE A LIMO FOR YOU AT THE LOBBY AND THE CHAUFFER WILL DRIVE YOU TO THE HOTEL. ONCE IN THE ROOM YOU WILL PUT ON THE CUFFS AND BLINDFOLD THEN KNEEL ON A PILLOW AT THE FOOT OF THE BED

Putting everything back in the package, she swiftly walks to Shelly’s desk, “Reschedule all my appointments that I had for the rest of the day to next week. An emergency has come up and I have to go.” Not waiting for a reply Holly abruptly walks out of the office.
Immediately when she gets home, she heads to the bathroom so that she can take a hot bubble bath. While soaking in the hot bubbly water, she is trying to calm down her nerves about what is going to happen this weekend. When the water starts to get cold, she gets out, dries herself, puts on her makeup, and dresses according to his instructions. Looking at her likeness in the full-length mirror and twirling around making sure everything is perfect for tonight because she remembers all too well the penalty for displeasing him.

Looking at the clock it reads 3:50. She takes a deep breath and grabs her clutch purse and overnight bag then heads out to the lobby. As she walks out of the lobby, she sees the limo waiting for her. The driver takes her belongings, puts them in the trunk, and is holding the passenger door open for her.

While the limo is weaving in and out of traffic on I94, Holly starts to relax in the plush leather seat and slowly closes her eyes and goes back to their last encounter. She had just gotten a spanking as soon as they got to the hotel for being bull headed and just down right being a bitch to him the whole night at the ceremonial party for some fund raising party.

She loved the man deeply but whenever she was with him she always felt so insignificant with him because he seemed to overwhelm her with his presence making her so unsure of herself like she wasn’t good enough for him and when she is self-conscious about it she gets real bitchy and runs away as soon as she can. Little did he know that was what she did when she felt insecure around people.

 Holly is brought back to reality when the limo suddenly comes to a stop in front of the Renaissance Center hotel in downtown Detroit. As she gets out of the car, a bellhop greets her, grabs her bags, escorts her to the elevators, and then pushes the button to go to the 85th floor. The young tongue-tied bellhop is desperately trying to hold a
conversation with her while admiring the succulent body in the red dress but Holly totally ignores the bell hop because her mind is in another place trying to anticipate what is going to happen to her once she tells him why she ran away.

The bellhop swipes the card and opens the door for her. As she walks in, she gasps at the size of the room. The bellhop puts her overnight bag by the inside door and accepts the tip that is handed to him. He steals one last look at her then walks out and closes the door behind him.

Walking through the penthouse suite, she walks to the glass wall and sees several huge cargo ships trudging through the Detroit River plus downtown Windsor and other parts of the downtown district trying to picture what it will look like at night, which is if she gets to see it at all.

Noticing the time, she begrudgingly moves away from the window and rushes into the bedroom to prepare for his arrival. She removes her shoes and puts on the leather cuffs and then she takes a pillow from the bed and puts it at the foot of the bed kneeling down as instructed.  She then puts the blindfold over her eyes, folds her hands behind her back, and waits for his arrival.

With her other, four senses on high alert she jumps and whimpers while hearing every noise in the room thinking that must be him. Her heart is beating so fast that she thinks it might explode while wondering if she looks good enough to please him. 
She was so lost into herself wondering when he was going to appear that she did not hear the door open and him walking into the bedroom. He leaned against the doorframe just looking at her as he quietly put his overnight bag down next to her overnight bag.

Like a cat, he ambles up behind her and touches the side of her neck “Hello princess, it was wise of you to follow my instructions as I asked but am deeply disappointed that you have squandered your time trying to deny your true feelings of being owned by me.”

Holly’s imaginative mind still running through all the scenarios that could happen tonight,  she eeks loudly when she feels a hand caressing the side of her neck and she immediately relaxes then leans into the stroking hand and starts to purr as she hears his voice.  

Finding her voice, she said “Hello Sir and thank you Sir.”

Like a master puppeteer pulling the strings giving his puppet life and purpose, he reaches his hands towards her, gently cups her left breast, with his right hand grasps her underarm, and gently starts directing her to stand up.

Holly gracefully stands by following his leading hands as they are gently pulling her up and steadying her until she has a firm footing. When she has a firm stance, she then feels an empty void when he removes his hands from her.

Moving her head back and forth with a worried look on her face, her tongue darting in and out of her mouth trying to wet her dry lips as she is trying to locate where he is and to anticipate his next move. However, Sir is a patient man so he just stands there waiting and watching her as she jumps and twitches when she hears noises in the room.

Suddenly she feels a hand on either side of her shoulders lightly dancing up and down her sides then to her stomach and her breasts in a mindless pattern and then ends up resting on the straps of her dress then with the same slow motion.

 He moves the straps until they slip off her shoulders gliding the dress down to her hips, with a slight tug around her hips her dress pools around her ankles. As the dress is falling, she feels a cold breeze wrap itself around her body. 

 No longer able to control himself, his hands, as if they had a mind of their own, started to pinch and caress her body while watching her breathing accelerate faster with each touch. After regaining his self-control, he pulls away once more.

He gently takes her elbow in his hand and leads her to the small dinette table and helps her sit down and then gently pulls her hands behind her and locking the wrist cuffs behind the chair when she hears a knock at the door. Her body nervously snaps to attention because she has no idea if the person entering the room can see her from the door.

Sir opens the entrance door then tells the waitperson to put the food cart in the corner right by the door. He then signs the tab while smiling to himself knowing that the porter can’t see Holly sitting at the table.

Whistling an unknown tune, he pushes the cart to where Holly is sitting and places the cart by the table. He then grabs a chair and sits next to her. As he gets comfortable, he moves the loose strains of hair from her face and shifts them behind her ear. He removes the cover and looks at the steaming Alaskan King Crab Legs. As he is breaking the shell of one of the legs he says “I hope you are hungry my dear because it’s going to be a long night for you and I can tell you this, you will tell me why you ran away.”

Holly’s mouth starts to salivate when the smell of the crab legs assaults her nose. She hears a cracking noise and feels a slippery object pressing against her lips and she opens her mouth and reaches for the food. Holly’s mouth latches on the two fingers with the meat and starts to eat from his fingers not caring that the liquid butter is running down her chin and breasts. Sir removes his fingers, continues chucking the shell from the red crab legs, and dips it in the butter repeating the process until both of them finish the crab legs.

Sir wipes his hands on a towel then gets up from his chair and roughly grabs a fistful of her hair from the back of her head pulling it back so she can’t move then he starts to lick the butter from around Holly’s mouth and she hungrily opens her mouth to accept him but he disappears and repeats the process but this time he also assaults her open mouth while their tongues dance together he then travels down past her chin and stops at her breasts and darts his tongue on one of her defenseless nipples.

Holly pushes her breast out towards sir’s mouth but he pulls away stopping just shy of touching her erect nipples and blows his hot breath on it. With an animal growl, she is waving her breast all around searching for his mouth. Sir smiles and pinches both of her nipples with his thumbs and fore fingers as he is pulling the two nubs towards him he pinches them harder as she sucks in large amounts of air trying to minimize the sharp pain shooting through her breasts.

Sir’s eyes turn dark not giving her any reprieve from the pressure he demands, “who do these tits belong to?”

Panting from the pain she whispers “Yours sir, always yours,” as her body is forced to follow his hands and he continues to pull her towards him. He releases her nipples, puts his hand in between her legs pressing on her mound, and slips a finger into her wet fold. “And this, who owns this?” as he moves his finger around her clit.

Again she says “yours sir, always yours.” He removes himself from her and she hears him sucking his fingers as she feels the emptiness from him not touching her. She feels his hot breath by her ear and his words barely a whisper “if all this is true and you belong to me then tell me why you ran away from me? “ No words come from her mouth but heavy breathing as she hangs her head.

With a heavy sigh, he walks behind her, releases the latches from the cuffs and massages her hands to get the circulation back to her hands and arms. He waits until he is sure she is ok then he takes her blindfold off.

Holly blinks her eyes rapidly to get accustom to the lights finely focuses on his receding hairline, his penetrating blue eyes, the 5 o’clock shadow around his chin and his dangerous smiling mouth because you could never tell if he was ever mad.

His suit was tailor made hiding his slightly bulging gut and other bulging things too.

He takes her by the arm and leads her to the bed. He positions her on all fours then tells her to put her head on the bed raising her butt to its highest position.

“Tell me who’s ass is this?” as he is raking his finger nails from the top of her butt to her knees then he repeats it the opposite way back up.

“Yours sir always yours” as she started to lose herself to the sensations all she can do now is let out a gutturally moan and wags her butt in the air trying to get him to do it more.

“If you are mine then why did you leave at the hotel that night?” Suddenly she feels sharp slaps raining all over her butt. Then in a commanding voice, “you better answer me girl or you’re not going to sit for a month.” She now is trying to get away from the fire and brimstone pummeling her gulo. A hand latches onto her waist making sure she can’t get away while he continues to spank her “answer me or you’ll be here all night getting spanked.”

Holly, thinking that she somehow sat on the sun and burnt all the skin off her butt, was desperately trying to remember what it was that he asked her. Then it came to her and yelled, ”Because I am not good enough for you, plllleeeeease stooooop”

Suddenly he stops spanking her and he gently lets her go and she collapses on the bed trying to find a spot that won’t touch her behind to reignite the burning ambers smoldering on her butt and the top of her legs.

Devastated he sits at the edge of the bed running his hands through his hair “Why do you think that you are not good for me, what have I done to make you think like that?”

Looking into her eyes, silently doing nothing, but watching her tears fall like rain on the pillow. He then takes his thumb and starts to wipe the tears from her eyes. Gently he moves the wet hair from her face. With a very soft voice “Oh my little princess when did I ever say I was unhappy with you? Have I not given you praises?

Holly looking into his hurt eyes crying,  “whenever I am with you I feel like I am not good enough for you and that I can’ make you happy because I can’t do all of the things that you ask of me, so I thought it would be better if I ran away. Thinking you would be better with another that can give you what you need.”

As he continues stroking her face, wiping the tears away as they come out, it is me who was at a lost because I am in awe of you for the way you make me feel, you complete me, make me whole, you have always given me your best even when you couldn’t do what I asked. When you ran away I thought I could let you go but I can’t that’s why I came back for you because I love you.”  

More tears run down her face “You love me? I didn’t think you wanted me when I ran away because you never came back for me, I didn’t know how to fix it”

“If I would have come for you the next day would you let me talk to you?”                         

Holly looking away from him shakes her head no                                                                                       “I didn’t think so, that’s why I didn’t come for you, you had to come to your own conclusions whether you were going to stay or not.” Cupping her face in his massive hands and looking deeply in her eyes “No more running away.” He gets out of bed and walks to her side of the bed all the while reaching in his pocket. He gets on one knee, opens the box, takes the ring and places it on her left ring finger “will you please marry me, be my submissive but most importantly be my wife?”

Holly’s face a kaleidoscope of emotions as she looks at the ring on her finger, she puts a submission hold on his neck making him choke “Yes, Yes, I will marry you.”

~o0o~

Bob I really do thank you.  I need stories badly – nothing is coming in folks. I really do want to keep Fantasy Friday up and running with new stories.  I love hosting, but Fantasy Friday belongs to those of you that read here each week.  You are the ones that keep it going and now it needs your help.  Please take a risk and try writing a story yourself.  Send any stories to elisspeaks@yahoo.com