We met online and hit it off instantly. The sexual chemistry was immediate and electric between us. Four long weeks of dirty talking passed in the blink of an eye, while we both squirmed in our bedrooms, sending filthy texts, nudes, sharing porn and fantasies, staying up much too late.

You were an orgasm hungry submissive with a lithe body which I had seen up close on camera quite a few times now. Watching you twist and stretch under your own touch was one thing -- but I wanted to see shapes I could make you bend into.

My style of domination was simple -- and seemingly a perfect match for you. I was a relentless tease with a mind full of dirty thoughts and an endless love for forcing orgasms from tired, heaving, soaked girls just like you. "Just one more?" I urged delicately in the final minutes of our last phone call.

The guttural sounds you made that night blurred the lines of pain and pleasure. The picture you sent me of the aftermath showed the damage you'd done to the poor, unsuspecting pillow I'd had you grinding on. It was soaked beyond the point of repair and needed to be thrown away. Pity.

We were only a 3 hour flight away from each other, but with our busy schedules, it felt like a lot further. That was until you had a business meeting come up in my city which allowed you to stay over the weekend. Without hesitating, I booked a hotel until the following Monday and sent you a message: *Meet me here on Friday night. No orgasms until then. I'll make it up to you then. I promise. * There were hotel details below and a fake name.

When you arrived at the hotel on Friday night, the front desk passed you an envelope.

A short handwritten note said "Everything is ready for you. Come on up."

A room key was enclosed.

When you reached the room, I heard the door lock click as you swiped the card. I was waiting on the other side to take your bag. I placed it gently onto the table in the doorway, and then took your hand and wordlessly led you to the bedroom.

When we got there, I took you to the edge of the bed, raising our hands up, and using my spare hand to encourage you into a little twirl. I admired your body up close. My eyes followed the flutter of the hem of your dress.

"I should make this first one quick," I commented calmly. I bent you over the edge of the bed, knees on the floor, your ass just barely peeking out from the bottom of your dress.

I pulled the fabric up, revealing your pretty curves in greater detail hugged by your carefully chosen panties. I pulled them aside and ran a finger along your slit. My whole mind paused with how extravagantly soaked you were.

"Oh, my..."

I didn't waste any time. Using my right hand, I directed my forefinger and index finger to your swollen little clit, while my thumb pressed down on your g spot, rubbing and tickling every now and again. My left hand was tangled into your hair. I used it to pull your torso up off the bed very slightly, stretching your body gently for me.

"Now... it's time for me to make it up to you like I promised I would. I brought a couple of toys with me to help make up for all the orgasms you missed while you were waiting this week."

I felt your head turn to look around an examine the room around you.

I can't be sure, but I think it was noticing the Sybian and VR headset I had laid out by the window that sent you rocking and quivering to my touch, your cunt somehow wetter and hotter than when you arrived.

"Yep. Those toys." I remarked with a smile.

"It's going to be a long weekend for you."

So... that's the prompt. We can either continue where the prompt ends, or go back to earlier in the story if you would like to play out some of the buildup. I am open to a bondage and overstimulation twist at the end if that's your style!