Bedroom Closet

“Leave the light off please”
“But I…”
“…. no. Off. And please stay quiet”

It was said quietly, but I could tell A___ was pouting and preparing a rebuttal, I had no idea how to read L___ though I was sure she was, if anything less docile than A___. I could tell also that these instructions would hold for about as long as it took for them to stop kissing in the semi-darkness of the hotel room. Still, I had some thoughts in my head that I wanted to examine and some things I wanted to happen and it required silence and darkness; at least for the moment.

And for the moment anyway I had half of that. Entering the hotel behind the women allowed me to stand with the light of the hallway behind me; illuminating a continuation of the evenings visual pleasures; a start of the next chapter. I was content to stand and watch during the time it took me to undo my coat and set everything off to the side. A___ and L___ needed no assistance other than each other. I crossed my arms and waited. A silhouette statue.

L___ had pushed A___ up against the wall as soon as they were in the hotel room. At this point they weren’t strangers to each others bodies, but they hadn’t yet had a chance to let their hands roam freely over each other, away from the scrutiny of bar or hotel patrons. L__’s hands disappeared inside A___’s coat and turned the fabric into little hills of motion down her stomach and sides as they explored the hidden paradise. A___, for her part, was effectively pinned and could do nothing with her hands outside of wrapping her arms around L___’s neck. A beautiful pose for submissive kisses; kisses and support. Gloves and coats and shoes fell away in between their kisses and fondling and whispers. When I sensed the moment about to break I stepped forward; gently pulling A___’s arm so that it went down behind her back while reaching into her coat to find L___’s hand - massaging A___’s flaming sex through her dress - and turn it so it was behind her back also. Despite the slow motion of these movements the women seemed almost startled. I think they had forgotten I was there. That, or the click of the door plunging us into almost total darkness.

The breaking of their reverie almost caused them to start talking but my momentum carried us into the hotel room and a firm but painless twist of their wrists brought both women to their knees at the foot of the bed. By leaning forward I was able to press their shoulders to the mattress and letting go of their wrists, I slid each hand slowly up their backs so that my palms rested on the back of their necks; my fingers moved their heads to rest facing each other. Their bodies both gave off an immense heat. They were both quivering slightly; from fear or anticipation. But maybe it was the same thing. They stayed silent except for breathing.

Leading up to our meeting this evening we had all exchanged email and instant messenger conversations that served almost as a script for the evening; alluring and lewd, subtle and suggestive. In our respective blogs we’d written down desires and plans. Independently A__ had arced into a fairly submissive role; preferring her collar and bindings when we explored the darkness together. L___ had confided the same sort of tendencies to A___. In our conversations over drinks and dinner earlier in the evening we’d confirmed all of these things, so they - A___ and L___ were unsurprised at the context of my behavior they were startled by its absoluteness and it’s thoughtfulness. While watching them dance earlier the evening had come clear in my mind.

Their breathing was hardly enough to cover my near whisper but they help their breaths anyway as I pulled their heads in close together and spoke over them:

“I don’t want to hear any words right now. I want it all to be feeling.”

As I stood A___ whispered something and L___ responded. Their lips were almost touching each other’s ear so it was nearly impossible to hear. But I heard and it was the trigger I needed - perhaps A___ had planned it - But a quick downward swing and the tip of my belt slapped across A___’s ass, right above the hem of her dress. As she cried out the same motion reversed stung L___. She cried also. I paused and they both made to speak out… smack, smack… left the right and they both whimpered again and started to talk and move. Standing and bending over them I was able to pin both of their heads to the bed by their hair while my belt swung again… this time their cries didn’t include words or protest.

“I said NO words.”

They were still and quiet. They could sense my belt hovering. A___ may have anticipated and wanted to feel some discipline, but I don’t think she expected my belt that quickly. L___ was breathing shallow and fast. I let go of their hair. They didn’t move. I knelt behind them for a minute longer watching them in the dim light cast from the smoke alarm and the clock radio. Both had recovered from the shock of getting spanked and both showed renewed signs of amplified lust. But caged this time. They waited, staring at each other. Slowly I placed a hand on each of their heads and slid it down through their hair to their neck, down their back, tracing the curve of their spines across the rise of their asses, down their thighs… then back up again. Their breathing became heavier but they didn’t speak or move as my fingers lifted the hems of the dresses and the flat of my hand touched skin between stockings and g-strings before continuing again, outside their dresses up their backs to their neck. Then I stood up. I knew they wouldn’t move right away. They weren’t sure what was coming and didn’t want to provoke another belt. Whether or not they wanted that sort of play this evening, they had had their fill for the moment.

I spent a few moments moving around the room making myself a drink and grabbing the bag we had brought. I put both on the night stand by the bed and pulled one of the arm chairs in the room so that it faced the bed about mid way. From there my drink and the bad were within easy reach. In the bathroom I took off my shirt and threw it in the corner, washed my face and looked at myself in the mirror as I listened. They weren’t quiet but they weren’t talking either. I could hear the sounds of kisses and breathing. I turned out the light and went back into the room. They stopped what they were doing as I passed. I could feel them tense as I picked up my belt, but I walked over to the chair and sat down. I didn’t say a word.

First their hands met below the level of the bed I could see. Then slowly they raised their heads and moved in to kiss again. Soft and sweet and quiet; tentative. Passion kept at a slow boil under the surface by the uncertainty of my reaction. When I didn’t move except to sip my drink they rose up to a kneeling position, then stood. Still no response from me. L___ disengaged and was about to say something but A___ cast a glance at me and put a finger to her lips. She got it. L___ moved towards the bathroom and A___ sat on the edge of the bed. I remained still, and A___ made no move toward me but sent a smile my way. I nodded and smiled back.