Henry walked swiftly yet with caution down the hotel hallway. He had dreamt of this moment for a very long time and it was finally here. There was a lump in his throat but he didn’t mind this.
He felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He stopped immediately and checked to see what it was. It was his wife Mary. She texted to wish him good luck.
Henry was extremely grateful for her sacrifice. She had even offered to help him look through Reddit posts.
You see…he wanted…no, NEEDED things that she simply could not and would not provide.
Henry loved pain. Not only physical pain, but mental and emotional. He wasn’t sure if it were due to some suppressed trauma or different wiring in his brain. All he knew and accepted is that he felt if he didn’t get this soon, he would die.
Not in the literal sense but die as in severe depression.
His wife was well aware of his needs before they were married. She had hoped it was something that would eventually go away. She couldn’t be more wrong. The kinkiest thing she had given into was a slap across the face and it wasn’t even very hard. More like a swift pat.
She could sense that she was slowly losing Henry. They sat down and talked about what could be and what should be done about this. This thing he needed. The things that made her wince and on occasions cry.
After multiple marital discussions she caved. She told him that she still loved him dearly but to seek out an arrangement. To find someone that would provide the shocks he needed to run through his body.
Henry acted somewhat pained but inside he was screaming with joy. He knew that if displayed that on the outside it would break her. On some level he didn’t care but afterall he still loved her.
Henry stared at his phone screen. “Good luck, be careful and I love you.”
He smiled. As fast as he had checked that text he swiped to another one. It was the text from her. The woman. The woman he had found in a Reddit BDSM group. The text was the hotel and the room number.
He suddenly felt the lump in his throat again.
“Fuck” he muttered under his breath as if he were surrounded by people. It was just him in this empty hallway.
He checked the number of the door he was near.
He read aloud, “652.”
The woman had texted him room number 657.
Goosebumps covered his body and Henry loved it.
He took slow steps further up.
As if he was trying to talk himself out of it he read aloud the numbers leading up to the room, “653…654…” and so on and so forth.
And then he was there. In front of 657.
His eyes began to water. Not tears of sadness but joy. This was actually happening.
He swallowed and gave three knocks on the door.
For what seemed like an eternity there was nothing.
Fuck he thought. Had she texted him the wrong room?
Right before he was going to give another knock the door slowly opened.
His chest tightened.
The first thing he saw were her eyes. Those eyes. It’s what drew him to her in the Reddit post.
She had titled the post, “Secrets, Rope and No Safewords”
It was a full body photo that was posted but her eyes.
Heavy with dark makeup, a cat eye liner, a dark greenish eyes shadow. On any other occasion he would have thought this was trashy. But she was different.
Everything about her was different. In fact the exact opposite of his wife. Henry adored the way his wife looked but she…she embodied force.
“Call me Rose. Nothing else. Just Rose.”
Henry snapped out of the trance he fell into.
“Yes…um…Rose.”
She smirked.
“I said call me Rose, not um Rose.”
“Yes Rose.”
Rose shifted her stance and motioned for Henry to follow her into the dimly lit room.
He told himself…this is it. All this build up. What he needed.
Rose took a sit at the small desk.
“Sit down on the floor. You can’t be the same level as me.”
Henry obeyed. He could feel his heart skip a beat.
He was trying to hold back but couldn’t stop staring at her shoes. She wasn’t wearing boots or heels. She had on converse shoes. His eyes wandered a little further up her legs. She had fishnets on. A gray pleated skirt.
Before his eyes could go any further Rose snapped her fingers.
“Did you hear anything I just said? Hmm?”
Henry wanted to cry. He didn’t even realize she was speaking.
“I…I was admiring your outfit.”
“I’ll let it slide this time.”
Henry breathed a short lived sigh of relief.
“I know your real name is Henry. That’s a waste. Your name with me is Pig. That’s what you are and what you deserve to be called.”
Henry nodded.
“Hello!?”
“I…I’m sorry?”
“I don’t speak in nods or head shakes.”
“Yes Rose. I’m sorry Rose.”
Henry felt his cock twitch.
“I can tell you’re excited. I bet you didn’t even realize it but you’re wiggling on the floor. You’re a filthy animal. I would call you a bitch but pig is a lot more fun for some reason. Well…to me.”
Henry stopped wiggling.
“Pig, before we get started I wanted to go over a few things and ask some questions.”
Henry nodded and then remembered. “Yes Rose?”
“Why me? Out of all of the women. Why me?”
“Some of the other women wanted money. I didn’t want an exchange like that. I want anger taken out on me. I would receive pleasure and the woman would get relief. I thought that made the most sense.”
“I suppose it does. I do have a lot of pent up anger. Maybe some day we will dive into why but not right now.”
Henry smiled and said, “I understand.”
Rose sat up in the chair and smiled back.
“Good Piggy. Now…I just want to revisit some of the things…well further agreements we went over in the DMs.”
“What did you want to review Rose?”
Rose cleared her throat and made direct eye contact with Henry.
“There is no safe word. Know this now. None. Ever. I need this to be completely understood.”
“I completely understand. No question. No doubt.”
“Good. Just another reminder that there is no penetration on my body.”
“I understand Rose.”
“I may penetrate you.”
“Yes Rose.”
“I *will* spit on you, slap you, whip you and that may cause you to bleed.”
“I welcome that all Rose.”
“One more thing…I have no interest in aftercare. From you, for me. From me, for you.”
“Understood Rose.”
“Today we’re going to be using rope. Well rope and your belt. Stand up. Take off your belt and take off one shoe.”
Henry stood up immediately. Rose was still seated. Smiling. It looked as though she was about to burst into laughter.
Henry did as he was instructed.
“Take off that sock.”
Henry obeyed.
“Shove the sock into your mouth.”
Henry obeyed.
“Shove it further piggy. I’m going to whip you and you can’t be screaming your snout off. People will become concerned and you’re nothing to be concerned about or…cared for really.”
Henry did as he was told and shoved the sock in as far as he could.
Rose giggled and she looked gorgeous.
“Oh my God! Only if your wife could see you now!”
Henry winced and Rose immediately knew she struck a nerve. She didn’t care.
“I pity your wife. Ten whips will be for her. For ever year of your sad marriage. She honestly should just leave you and take you for all you have. But I suppose we would have never met.”
Henry’s eyes started to water.
“If you cry pig…we’re going to need to go our separate ways. I don’t deal with a pigs emotions.”
Henry sniffed and perked up. He didn’t want to ruin this.
Rose motioned towards the hotel room window wall.
“Stand over there, both palms against the glass. Keep looking out into the city and hope no one sees a pig with his mouth stuffed.”