He smiled a wicked little smile as he pulled up to the cheap hotel on Lyndale. The sleaziness of the whole situation added to the grittiness and blazen contrast with his workaday conventional life.

Parking a block away so as not to be overt, he walked in the hot midday summer sun to the skanky little motel at which they had arranged to meet. He enjoyed the clock-clock of his oxfords on the pavement. The seemed to him like a count down to his pleasure.

Room 13 was as drab and nondescript as the other rooms in the sagging establishment.

He knocked on the door and, a moment later, it opened a crack.

Entering slowly from the brilliance of the day to the darkness of the room took a little adjustment, but he could see when the swath of white hit the cheap desk in the room that she had prepared adequately. A pile of coiled rope was there. Surely it was the sweet-smelling jute he had ordered. A sturdy shears to facillitate his artistry sat on the desk and a cordovan, stylish crop was next to them. He had given her liberty to pick out the style she liked. He approved. It matched his oxfords.In true submissive style, she had left the change from the cash he had given her.

Head down, she stood naked, as instructed, in the darkness of the room.

He pushed his body into her, planning to keep her always off balance, always disoriented and spinning.

With the same motion his fingers encircled her hair into a pony tail and forced her head into a state of unnatural and uncomfortable flexion.

It was all about pushing her into discomfort, into a place with surreal boundaries. He purposefully forced his face uncomfortably close to hers:

"This is going to be so fun for me, and so instructive for you," he said, his eyes twinkling with fun and delight.

The rhythm had to continue or the artistry would be lost, so he forced her down onto the bed with his center of gravity. With a fluid motion, he grasped his two coils of the rope, sweet with the smell of grass, and, dancelike. pressed his weight onto her her.

With rehearsed skill, his fingers and the rope encircled her wrist with the binding, giving her a thick portion to squeeze and grasp with her delicate hands. The other hand was accomplished just as quickly. He was conscious that this was a performance, that the tempo had to play out if her trance and her possession were to be attained.

The bed lacked a suitable place to affix the rope, but he had planned for that. With a little muscle and grace, the ropes were quickly looped under the mattress and her arms were splayed far apart and the first movement of his performance was completed.

She flailed at him with her legs. He didn't for a moment believe she was truly resisting, but when he threw his weight on her legs from the transversely, he soon affixed them to the mattress. Two loops of jute were again required. Since he must force her legs to flex and pull her legs apart (if he wanted to expose her vulva to the cool air). Of course, he wanted to do just that.

The left leg was quickly flexed and he looped the rope around it like some large-scale fishing tackle maneuver. A few more loops behind the knee gave it a delicate, classic, asian look.

The right leg was easy game, and in a few, forceful movements, her legs were tautly apart and her lovely inner thighs were exposed, her vulva opened to him, vulnerable.

He was a tad disappointed she hadn't struggled more, but she looked like a pretty present all tied up nonetheless.

She had kept her eyes closed throughout, and she had acquiesced to his forcing his will upon her. Her face was relaxed, but he wanted to see it transformed. The trance-like, pure, floating face of pure submission is what he wanted to achieve.

With her restrained he paused and sat at the worn chair by the desk. His eyes probed her, admired her. She had fullness, maturity and the experience of a life. He liked that. He felt she deserved to be transported.

The silence, which up to now had been only marked by a few sexy moans by the woman in the room, was broken by his voice:

"Your job is to allow me to cause your body pain. I will not harm you, but your very fiber will become alive. What I am going to do will give you a depth of experience, a unique fullness of being that you yearn for. Are you ready?"

She shook her head, "No". He smirked. "Good girl," he thought. They had an understanding that, "No" meant yes and, "Yes" meant no.

The crop cracked on her belly. The breath she drew felt like a deep, pleasant sigh within him.

The connection had begun.

It was 7:00 PM and his pretty little pet was right on time. Of course, she knew better than to arrive late.

She entered the door, perky and petite.

"Ready for an awesome evening?,"Joe asked her.

She nodded. Lily wasn't much for words.

"OK, first step. Down to the birthday suit!" He assumed she knew what was next.

Joe pulled the shears from his pocket and began shredding her clothes off. It was so much less fun to take them off the conventional way. Plus, it was fun to pick up a slutty little number for her to go home in.

"Ahh, that's better!" He said after her waify, achingly pale body stood before him beautifully uncovered.

"OK, dishes first," he ordered to her kindly. He wasn't a great cook, but had prepared some nice hors d'oeuvres and wasn't about to do the clean up. 

Lily bounced happily into the kitchen.

He prepped the bar, the creation he was so excited about.

It was a box, painted with glossy black lacquer he had made himself. There was a single hole on the top in the center. One side opened and within was a small bench-like table opposite from which there was and oval-shaped hole about a foot and a half wide. There were small shelves all around the inside with a fully stocked bar. A small cooler fit in the corner full of beer, and the whole box was lit by a few tiny LED lights. He made sure it was stocked with ice, lemons and limes and he put down a knee pad for her knees.

Lily had finished the dishes and bounced out into the dining room. He really wanted to bend her over, slap her ass and fuck her (coming with no regard to her pleasure), but he figured that'd have to wait with guests coming.

He gave her instructions.

"Right before eight o'clock, you are to get in the box. I hope you've been working on your bar tending skills as I told you to for you are going to be serving our drinks- from inside the box. Our guests will ask for their drinks and you will pass them up through the hole. If you mess up or don't know a drink. The guest will spank your pretty little bottom five times through the hole on the side. Understand?"

She nodded. He loved how shy and quiet she was.

Just before eight, Lily entered her box just as instructed.

Guests arrived one by one and soon a dozen friends were ambling about the dining room. They were delighted at the bar box.

"I'll take a beer in a glass," a man from master's work called into the hole. A few minutes later up popped the stein brimming with brew.

A woman with a tight ripped t-short and raggedy jeans called down the hole, "Seven and seven, please." Up popped the cocktail.

Next was a fat gentleman whose shirt kept bulging at its buttons, revealing his hairy belly,"Gin and ginger, Lily!" He called into the whole. Up popped a very clear fizzing drink with a lime in it. "Oops! That looks like a gin and tonic! Spanky time!,"he said, clearly delighted. 

Her pretty little bottom appeared in the whole. With his big beefy hand he hauled off and gave her five man-sized whacks.

Joe delighted in showing off his pet. He also appreciated quite well that his guests would love to see her pretty little form fully naked, but he generally didn't allow that. Joe would much rather smugly look and his guests trying to catch a peek at his lovely pet.

Most of the guests stuck to familiar drinks, but every hour or so someone would get a hankering for something less run-of-the-mill. "Tom Collins, honey," his voraciously bisexual friend Kaili called down the hole. Nobody could figure out exactly what drink it was that came out, but they all laughed as Kaili stroked the soft bottom between each of her sharp, pointed slaps. She massaged and kissed Lily's bottom afterwards. "There, there, look at that lily white ass! It's getting to take on the most delightful pink hue!"

The guests milled about and laughed. The party wore down and, one by one, they bade goodbye. Lily was a good sport and let her ass be patted goodbye by the guests who couldn't bear to leave without one final touch of her exquisite bottom.

When they had all left, Joe said, "time to come out, Lil". He unlatched the side of the cube and Lily crawled out doggy style.

Joe fell back onto the leather couch, spent and happy, full of the fun of the evening.  He patted his lap, to which Lily responded by puppying over and resting her head on his lap.

"That's a good girl. Good girl," he cooed as he stroked her hair and patted her head. "You're going to love what I've picked out for you to wear home. It's very 'material girl'. Very eighties"

But it wasn't time to dress up for home yet. They both sat and enjoyed the quiet after an evening well-spent.