He stood in the lift watching the numbers change as they passed each floor, tapping the plastic hotel room key against his leg. He was unable to make eye contact with the only other passenger, a tall muscular man who was using the mirrored surface of the lift to check his appearance and preen himself. The electronic voice announced their arrival and the doors opened onto a luxuriously appointed hallway. He gestured towards the hallway to allow the other man to step out of the lift in front of him. Even without his Mistress with him her “rules of public engagement” were so ingrained in his mind he obeyed without even thinking. This of course meant he now had to perform a quick side step and re-position himself so he could lead the way to the hotel room. As he walked his mind was racing he was taking this man to his Mistresses’ room. A man his Mistress had only met earlier that evening, a man who was going to be taking his place, providing the pleasure that was normally his privilege to give to his Mistress. A man he was loathing more with every step they took. He could so easily stop this. All he had to do was simply not following his instructions and not take him to Her room. His heart raced and his hands shook as he thought of doing that, he felt sick. He new deep down that he couldn’t disobey his Mistress. She had given him a task to complete and that was all that mattered. He was Hers to command and she had commanded. They reached the room and he raised his hand with the key card and held it in front of the lock. His hand was shaking so much he couldn’t insert the card in the slot. After several attempts, the voice behind him said. “Need a hand with that? “No!” he replied sharply and he stabbed another couple of times at the lock before he managed to get the lock activated and the door open. He pushed the door open slowly, “Mistress, may we enter?” he called softly, “Only if you have achieved the task I set you.” came back her rich mellifluous tones from the darkened room. “I have Mistress.” “Then enter and bring in my new toy.” He pushed the door open and stepped into the room. He had to wait a few seconds before his eyes adjusted to the dim lighting then he could see her. She was reclined on the expansive double bed, propped up with pillows and cushions, the soft lighting highlighting the curves of her body. His heart raced as thought about touching her soft skin and feeling its warmth and feeling her body move under his hands. But tonight that was going to be another mans pleasure, the man now standing behind him the man he had been tasked with procuring for his beloved Mistress. “Step forward and let me take a closer look.” She commanded He took a step forward automatically and dropped his gaze slightly. “Not you! I know what you look like, I want to see this new one.” He moved out of the way and then had to nudge the man standing next to him who almost stumbled forward a pace, his gait was hindered by his very obvious state of arousal. “Now remove your clothes, I want a closer look at what has been brought for my pleasure.” The man instantly began stripping off his outer layers. “Oh please! Have some decorum and take your time, it’s not a good indication of your performance if you’re in such a hurry. Hand each item to my boy and he will fold them neatly for you.” The disrobing continued at a more sedate pace and as the man revealed more of his body, there were murmurs of appreciation from the woman on the bed until the man stood in nothing but his boxers. He raised his hands to his hips and hooked his thumbs under the waist band but before he could remove this last item of clothing the woman said. “No, I’d like my boy to finish unwrapping my present.” And with an imperceptible nod of her head she instructed him to carry out Her order. He knew that this was something She would want him to do whilst on his knees. He was down on the floor quickly, not wishing to anger his Mistress by making her give him additional instructions. The man flinched and stepped away. “Hey! No one said anything about him touching me! I’m not into that.” “Calm yourself, my boy knows that he isn’t to touch you, I only want him to complete this part of his task by revealing you in all your glory.” “I don’t get this submissive crap.” The man snarled. “You don’t have to get it, he does and that’s all that matters to me. What matters to you is that for this evening and for this evening only, you have been granted the privilege of enjoying the pleasures of my body – do you want that or not?” Her voice had an edge that he recognised, She was close to being seriously pissed off, She didn’t tolerate men talking to her in disrespectful tones. The man took a few seconds to decide that the humiliation of having another man remove his boxers was worth the ultimate prize of getting laid by an obviously confident and experienced woman. “OK, but if he touches my dick I’ll beat the crap out of him.” Without waiting to be told by his Mistress he carefully pulled down the boxers, he had to pull a little harder to get the elastic waistband over the man’s erection, which did an almost comical bounce as it was released. He kept his eyes averted, his face was too close for comfort and he could already smell the man’s musk. From Her bed, his Mistress beckoned the now naked man to her. He approached the foot of the bed then climbed up and worked his way up Her body, pausing every few inches to kiss and caress until his face was level with Hers. She took his face in both of her hands and pulled him in close but She looked past his face and into the eyes of her boy still kneeling on the floor. “Get up boy and undress, then come and stand where I can see you.” As he obeyed his Mistress he watched as the man continued to explore her body and listened as they both expressed their growing excitement with moans and groans of pleasure. He watched his Mistress perform the same sexual treats that he normally received and realised that he was becoming slightly detached from the scene, viewing it now as a piece of live erotic art. He couldn’t help becoming aroused himself and without permission from his Mistress he didn’t dare touch to ease the sensation. He had no idea how much time had passed but suddenly his eyes widened with horror as he watched his beloved Mistress position Herself so that She could receive the full physical penetration of the man’s engorged member. As much as he wanted to close his eyes or turn his head away, he knew he was supposed to watch, this was part of his submission part of tonight’s humiliation. He kept his eyes fixed on the scene before him and watched as the man brought his Mistress to one climax after another before finally arching his back, emitting an animal like sound, shuddering as he ejaculated then collapsing in a heap gasping for breath. His Mistress turned Her head towards him and smiled and it melted his heart. She pushed the man off her body and said “You can go now.” The man simply got up and collected his clothes, hopping into is trousers and pulling on his shirt as he left the room. He’d had his pleasure and was more than happy not to have to cuddle up and pretend she was the love of his life. Once the door was closed She reached out and took hold of his hand then pulled him in close to Her. She kissed him tenderly, She tasted different. “I want you to clean me up.” She whispered in his ear, Her breath on his skin sending a ripple of goose bumps down his neck. He went to move away from Her with the intention of fetching a cloth and towel from the bathroom but She held on tight to his hand and pulled him in for a second kiss. Her other hand gently stroked his face then moved to the back of his head where She grabbed a handful of hair and started moving his head down Her body and between Her legs. This was Her normal signal for him to lick Her, to give Her orgasms. Did She really want that now? With another man’s cum still there? He hesitated, the musk he’d smelled earlier was even stronger now and he heaved at the very thought of what it would taste like. The hesitation was a mistake, the fingers entwined in his hair twisted sharply and then pushed down harder. He understood Her meaning clearly. He eased his tongue out and gingerly touched the tip to Her body the taste wasn’t like anything he’d experienced before it was strong, unpleasant and the odour in his nostrils was overpowering. He couldn’t smell his Mistress at all and he hated that, Her scent was all he craved and it wasn’t there. He continued to lick, tentatively at first but as She responded to his tongue he ventured deeper, his mouth filling with a mixture of the man’s semen and Her juices. If he wanted to continue pleasuring and obeying his Mistress, he had no option but to swallow it. As he licked and sucked, he could sense the rising excitement in his Mistress and he used every technique, every trick he’d ever used to bring Her to one final shuddering climax. He was totally submissive, his thought processes had shut down and all he could focus on was his current task. He heard his Mistress say something but couldn’t understand the words. When he didn’t respond She gently took his head in Her hands and pulled him up Her body. When his face was level with Her breasts She gently laid his head there and then wrapped Her arms around him and cradled him like a baby. Softly whispering to him that he was a good boy, that She was very pleased with his obedience and that she loved him. That is how they slept. She fell asleep very quickly, exhausted and satisfied. He lay awake for at least an hour, unable to sleep because his erection would not abate. He had been denied any release despite obeying Her instructions to the letter but he knew that She would permit him his own orgasm – eventually.