Holly's Bag of Toys - Sex Stories

Holly's Bag of Toys

The hotel was in the middle of the city, had underground parking and was big enough to be perfectly anonymous. She parked, headed up in the lift to reception and went straight to the desk, letting the soft beige leather holdall she carried swing gently.

Reception had a key for her "left by her husband" who'd checked in earlier and "gone out to meetings". She made polite chat, saying they were heading out to dinner later and taking the obligatory pitch for the hotels restaurant. She headed up to the tenth floor in the lift as fast as she could get away, admiring herself in the mirrors, she'd absolutely nailed the look.

Hair down and held back with a band, oversized sunglasses, belted tan coat that came to mid thigh and short boots. The holdall could be an expensive gym bag or quirky weekend bag. To any passing glance she looked like a perfectly respectable well heeled lady, maybe away on a midweek break with her husband traveled for work.

Nothing could be further from the truth. He wasn't her husband, he was her master. Her husband was out at work and thought she was away at a spa day, due to get back late than evening after "a few drinks out". She wasn't traveling, this was her home city. They absolutely were not going out later.

She let herself into the room, checking her phone to see how much time she had. He would be early, he always was, trying to catch her on the hop, any excuse to spank her or have her make amends.

She made herself ready, folding her ...

... clothes into the wardrobe so there was no mess, putting her phone on silent but not airline mode, in case her texted though instructions, and having a small vodka from the minibar to settle her nerves. She had followed his instructions to the letter her knew, but she didn't know what he had planned.

It all started with an email a few weeks ago, seeing if she was was free that afternoon. She made sure she was, it had been too long. The next email mentioned "her old leather bag" and whether or not she still had it. She did.

"And is it still full of tricks" he had asked. She knew that her knew that is would be.

In her younger and more single days, when they first met, she'd kept all her sex toys and parininalia in the bag for ease. It sat in the bottom of her wardrobe and nobody ever looked twice at it. When she headed out to dirty parties or to meet somebody it came with her, it's content carefully selected.

That was all long ago, and for the last five years it has been put quietly out of the way in the garage only occationally to get thrown in the car and come out, on days like this.

She hears the door lock click, and as she expected he's early. She drops the bag on the bed and quickly kneels down, looking up expectantly as he strides in, dropping his far more formal bag as he does, and comes to stand in front of her, his shined black shoes and neat suit trousars filling her view.

"Good afternoon Holly, you fabulous fuck toy, did you manage to get time to prepare ...