A sharp knock at the door shatters the silence. I take one final moment to consider my predicament, feeling the excitement knot my stomach. I try to picture the scene that She has created, the scene She's watching unfold.
I hear Her get to Her feet, Her heels pressing into the deep carpet, the swish of Her dress falling down Her thighs. I can hear Her breath as She circles behind me and makes Her way to the door. There's a short conversation, a low murmuring of voices and then silence. The door closes with a soft thump and I hear the lock being turned. She circles behind me again and drops into Her seat and I hear Her take a sip from the glass of Prosecco I poured Her moments ago.
In the silence that follows I have one last moment to consider what I am about to do. I am kneeling in the center of the hotel suite floor. It's dark outside, the night sky pierced only by artificial light. She has opened the curtains completely, the floor to ceiling glass windows offering prying eyes in the building opposite an unobstructed view of what is taking place.
With the exception of the chastity device that is caging my cock I am absolutely naked. As instructed I have shaved my genitals and trimmed the remainder of my body hair. I kneel to attention, knees apart, back straight, head slightly bowed, eyes down, the picture of submission and compliance. The tension grows, I feel light-headed, dizzy almost with anticipation.
And then I hear the sound I have been straining to make out. The presence of a third party in the room. I am not allowed to look, She has been clear about that but my peripheral vision picks up movement from the corner of the room. A man approaches me slowly. With my eyes fixed on the floor all I can see is a pair of brown leather brogues and blue suit trousers. But I can smell him, his masculine aftershave precedes him and adds a further sensory element that threatens to overwhelm me. He stops when he's about 3 feet away and I imagine him looking at me, his eyes taking in what is in front of him, in front of Her.
Another man naked, caged, submissive - clearly there for his pleasure. I hear him slowly, excruciatingly draw down his zip. Silence. I know better than to look, Her instructions are clear, my eyes are to remain lowered. Now I hear him again as he takes a step closer. And another, until he's standing directly in front of me, towering over me. My senses are going into overdrive, the tension makes me want to scream. I ask myself over and over again what I'm doing Here. But the answer comes back the same every time - 'because you want to be, you asked Her for this'.
My eyes catch movement directly ahead of me, I see his hands go to his crotch and then there is perfect stillness, perfect silence during which I can hear only the sound of my own laboured breathing as I struggle to calm myself down. But I can feel him now, so close to me. The heat that is radiating off the erection that is now a matter of inches from my face. I know it's time.