Aimee Part 3: the Exploration

After a quick bath and re-doing her make-up Aimee returned to the arena to look at some of the other demonstrations scheduled for the day. Having made sure that she had all her interviews finished, she was able to just enjoy the various demonstrations and the playful banter that went on between various groups. Aimee, without knowing it, was to soon find herself again the center of attention. Aimee had wandered into what appeared to be a fashion show, BDSM style. The women were dressed, or in some cases not dressed, in various styles of leather, thongs, chains, clamps and piercing. There were also women dressed in long flowing gowns and robes, short miniskirts with thigh high boots or spiked 6-inch heels. She took a seat at the rear of the room so she could watch and leave if she felt like.

As she watched the various stages of dress and undress parading on the catwalk, she felt herself getting excited. She watched in rapt awe as one after another women moved up and down the catwalk, hips swaying, unfettered breasts proudly displayed or covered with the barest of materials. Aimee could feel her nipples harden and the slow wetness seeping out of her. As she started to get up and leave, a gloved hand rested itself on her shoulder, easing her back into the seat. She turned to see who it was that had stopped her but was met with another gloved hand resting on her cheek, preventing her from turning her head. Unable to leave or turn her head she gazed again at the models, drinking in their subtle sensuality and blatant sexuality. She could feel a moan starting deep inside of her and she managed to choke it back by averting her eyes.

Aimee tensed when she felt the blindfold being slipped over her eyes and then felt something being placed in her lap. She could feel someone taking the seat beside her and her breath quickened when she felt a gloved hand sliding up and down her leg, slowly making ita way to her wet panties. She shifted a bit, trying to move away but found she was shackled to the chair at the waist. She tried to think when that had happened and could not remember.

Aimee sat, trying to will her body to calm when a deep voice whispered in her ear, telling her just how much he wanted to make her his. How he loved the fire in her eyes and the desire in her soul. How he had been watching her and decided that now was the best way to start. Aimee started to ask what he meant when she felt his gloved hand pulling her panties aside and push itself into her. He stroked her softly making her feel as if she was melting right there in the chair. Aimee sucked in a deep breath of air, letting it out so very slow she concentrated on the way that he was making her feel, as well as on the extent of feelings she was having from it. The idea that someone wanted to possess her, to make her his was sending some wonderful thoughts through her mind, which in turn were being further stimulated by this dark strangers hand and voice. He told her of his feeling and what he expected of her. As he stroked in and out of her with his fingers he explained that she was to be his and she would do so willingly. He promised her to take her desires to new highs and fuel her love making it burn hotter than ever before. She started to reach her climax when his hand slowed and she felt the restraining shackle slipping away.

She was catching her breath as she remove the blindfold and turned to see who the stranger was and saw no one. She started to stand when she felt something slipping down her legs. Looking down she realized that he had covered her with a light blanket as he teased and aroused her. She took it and folded it up returning to her room, her body screaming for sexual release. She was no sooner in her room than her hand was thrust between her legs and she fingered herself to orgasm, all the while thinking about what he had said.

She went to clean up and change when a knock came at the door. It was a package being delivered by the bellman of the hotel. She opened it to find first a note, and then a translucent red sequined dress, mid-thigh length and a red thong and a pair of strappy red flats. She read the note that said, "Tonight we finish what was started, wear this and meet me in the hotel lobby at 9." She read and re-read the note thinking about her earlier encounter. She looked at the clock, it was only 4 so there was plenty of time to think about it.

Returning to the activities in the rooms below Aimee went from booth to booth talking to the purveyors about their good and before she knew it, it was almost 7. She rushed back to her room to start getting ready for her meeting with the dark stranger. She laid in the bath thinking about the meeting that afternoon and what the evening may hold in store for her. She remembered how his hand felt as it caressed her skin and the sudden rush of pleasure from having his fingers penetrate her. She found herself getting aroused again slipping a hand down under the water and rubbing herself back and forth. Pinching her nipples and pulling on them she felt her desire grow. She moaned softly in the quiet bath, the sound reverberating on the walls. Somehow knowing that the night would be full of passion, she forced herself to stop and just finish her bath.

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