That she does. She toys with you some more before leaving the hotel.

You don't know how much time passes as Mistress Jessica uses your face as her seat, allowing you the occasional breath, obviously not about to smother you out this time. Eventually she rises from her seated position, freeing you up once more. Looking down on your prone form she smiles, her eyes twinkling. "Well then my seat, I guess we should get going! But first we must prepare our rejected seat for his due.." The look on her face makes you very glad that you managed to win the agonizing tug of war, even though your balls ache something awful.

Paying no heed to your inner thoughts Mistress Jessica continues, squatting down to loosen your bonds at the same time. "..I'm going to relax on the couch ****, while you put affairs in order." With that she releases your hands from bondage closely followed by untying the rope from your ballsack, making you hiss in pain as the rope leaves painful rope burns. "Oh, that *does* look painful ****.." Using the tips of her fingers she traces the marks left by the ropes gently, making you hiss in agony even as your cock bobs around in excitement. "..To think you did this to yourself for my sake, it makes me all excited!" Without warning she grabs hold of your cock with one hand, locking it into place even as she uses her other hand to give it a series of painful smacks.

*SMACK!*

"Hmm? It seems you're enjoying this, filthy ****.."

*SMACK!* *SMACK!*

Your groans of discomfort mixes with the heavy breathing indicating your excitement, spurring Mistress Jessica on.

*SMACK!* *SMACK!* *SMACK!*

"Filthy, filthy, filthy ****!" Moving from her squatting position, she swings her leg over you before mashing her dripping wet pussy down on your lips, drenching you in her juices. Needing to instruction, your tongue darts out, swirling around in her moist honey pot.

*SMACK!* *SMACK!* *SMACK! SMACK*

Your cock starts hurts something fierce under her vicious ****, your mind preoccupied with the taste of her pussy on your lips. All the sensations turn into a blur, your mind on the brink of snapping after all it's been through in the last few hours. Losing yourself in the hurricane that is Mistress Jessica you have no idea how long you've been at it as you feel her stiffen on top of you, mere moments before you're flooded in gelatinous, sweet tasting pussy juice. In some perverse way it also sends you over the edge, shooting thick strands of cum from your battered scrotum.

"Ungh! Aaaah!" Mistress Jessica groans and moans on top of you in the deep throes of her orgasm, never losing her grip on your cock, guiding it away from you as you shoot your load. Eventually the orgasms abate and you're brought back to reality by Mistress Jessica. "That was.. intense ****! It seems you have multiple uses, I'll be sure to explore them all.. now get to work!" In short order, she leaves you on the floor, making her way over to the couch. Rising to your feet you spot your erstwhile rival, still prone on his face, rope around his balls and his bottom now splattered with your cum as you realize where Mistress Jessica aimed as you came. "First, pack up all of our toys ****, look around and find them. Then collect our losers belongings, we'll take them with us.."

Under her watchful gaze you set to work, packing up all of her belongings into the travel bags you didn't notice before. When you eventually finish this you collect the room service boys clothes and as you start bundle them you're interrupted. "Not so fast dear ****, search his pockets for any belongings. We want his credit card you see, to pay for his failure!" As she indicates the various luxuries in the room in the form of wine bottles and the like, you pity him slightly yet feeling an intense sense of relief at not losing this cruel game. In short order you find his wallet, handing it over to Mistress Jessica.

As she is inspecting it you bundle his clothes into the bag as well, leaving him utterly exposed when he wakes up and thus further compounding his embarrassment. The fact that he works in this very establishment won't improve things either you imagine. In the end you finish up at the same time as Mistress Jessica nods to herself, seemingly satisfied. "That should do it! Now get dressed.."

You dress yourself in short order as Mistress Jessica uses the rope from your tug of war to truss up the room service boy even further, making utterly sure he's not going anywhere. "Good night sweet prince!" Blowing him a kiss, she makes for the door, now dressed in a casual yet formal outfit, gesturing imperiously for you to bring the bags. You, of course, obey, following behind as you leave the hotel room.

Approximately fifteen minutes later, you're out on the street, hailing a cab. Mistress Jessica is a **** of nature you realize, looking back in how she handled the receptionist, with ease substituting the card on file with that of the room service boy without actually checking out. Of course, you notice that the receptionist is the same woman that looked at you knowingly when you arrived, somehow she looks at you just as smugly this time, giving you a slow deliberate wink.

Snapping back to the present as a cab pulls up and you bundle her bags in the trunk as she stands waiting by the taxi door, speaking to the female taxi driver through the window. Closing the trunk you quickly open the door for her, allowing her to step in, following behind her closely. "Well then ****.. we'll continue this at your place!" Obeying without question, blushing slightly at being called **** in public, you rattle of your address to the female driver and the taxi speeds of toward your home..