I can feel her curiosity while she is strolling through the hotel's revolving door. I had been secretive about tonight, just giving her a place and a time.
It is not the first time I have played this game, and the last time Anna had been so happy that she had been pestering me for another round. This time I have upped the ante so much that it may be dangerous for our relationship.
Anna is a gorgeous woman, tall, athletic, with a mane of black hair, and she is always excited at whatever curve ball I throw at her. She is an attorney, used to being in control, and to be able to keep the others in check. I want to challenge it.
I'm sitting in the lobby reading a book, not a care in the world. It is all fake, as a matter of fact, I am laser focused on the entrance awaiting for her arrival.
And she delivers as I get a.glimpse of her figure, with a black coat, covering a simple yet effective ensemble composed by a black skirt and a white shirt.
Her legs are covered by collants and she strides comfortably in a six inch heel.
The simple fact that I know what will happen next forces me to keep a straight face. As I put down the book on the table in front of me, I see several men in the lobby turning in her direction. I'm sorry, I really am, but none of them will get lucky tonight.
She finds me and walks in my direction. I adore that she is showing off for me only.
My instinct would be to jump on her here in the middle of the lobby, but then I would have spoiled whatever plan I had for the evening.
"Anna, glad to see you." She sits at my side. Her long legs brushing my pants, I can smell the perfume she is wearing. It is really intoxicating, I have once again to force my hands not to caress her body.
I just give her a kiss and quickly get her to the lift.
I see in her face that she has goosebumps from anticipation and excitement. As we get to the floor, the doors open to an empty corridor. Fishing the card from my trousers, I lead her towards the room I have booked for the night.
She has no way to know that the whole floor is for us, since the owner is renovating some rooms, and I asked him to let me use it for the night.
He is a buddy of mine and now I owe him a favor.
The room I have chosen is a spacious suite, with a large bed and windows on the front of the hotel, without curtains. There is a door to an adjoining room, but we will need it later.
As she enters the room, she leaves her clutch bag on a chair while I help her out of the coat.
Her perfectly toned ass is pushing against the skirt fabric.
It will be a wonderful evening.
She is looking around the room, searching for hints of my plans, and finally she turns to me for a kiss.
It is wonderful, I literally eat her tongue, embracing her waist and pushing her body against mine.
"Hold on, love. Please sit there."
I make a gesture for her to sit on a chair facing outside.
She obeys and once in position the only sight left to see is the view of the city and the traffic on the street.
Behind her, I quickly get two eye-shaped patches.
"Close your right eye, Anna."
As she closes down her eyelid, I place the patch over her eye, gently pushing the adhesive band to adhere on her skin. It is one of those bands that you use on the eye.
She lets out a surprised yelp just to be told, in a firm tone, to keep silent.
The other eye is subject to the same treatment, and in seconds she has no ability to see anymore. I move to the second part of the plan.
"Stay there."
From a bag, I then pick up a leather hood, and start to put it on her. It covers her head from the top to the whole neck, it is shaped to rest over the nose leaving the chin and mouth out of enclosure, and it has no holes for the eyes. Not that is needed, anyway.
I gently latch the back threading a string in the rivets, and then tighten it until it adheres to her whole head.
She is moaning through the whole process. And I consider it a good sign.
"Are you ok?"
Her hands are inspecting the hood surface, the leather pressure even on her head.
"Yes." She answers, her voice trembling.
"Yes, what?" I force the situation, moving her hands away from the hood.
"Yes, sir?"
"Way better. Ok, stand up and strip for me, would you?"
It is a question, but in her ears it is resounding like a command.
She rises from the chair, unsteady on her legs, and balancing on her heels she walks toward my voice.
I really think she did not expect anything like that, but as I tell her to stop, she regains some control over herself and starts to unbutton her white blouse.
The cloth opens on her beautiful breasts, modeled and contained by a nice bra. The black silk lets me see the contour of her nipples pushing against it. I like it.
She nonchalantly discards it on the floor, and her hands move to work on the belt of her skirt.
As she loosens the fabric and starts to slide it down, I get a glimpse of her garter belt and finally of her panties,
As she is starting to pull them down, I tell her to stop.
I am sitting on the bed, and rising up I pick up another thing for Anna.
"Your arms, behind your back, palms facing."
As she complies with my order I start to place her hands in a single glove armbinder made from the same leather as the hood.
This one is special, her thumbs and the tip of her fingers are placed in some holes. As I lace the thing, her arms are pushed together, her elbows touching.
She starts to talk, to protest.
"Not a word, Anna. Not a word."
And so, all her complaints are reduced to a soft whimper.
Pulling back her arms makes her tits being pushed forward against the silk of her bra.
The arousal of her nipples is ever more clear now.
To tie the glove firmly in place, I cross the belts on her chest and close them on the back pulling tight.
Finally I place a leather collar above the neck of the hood, just as a final touch.
I can literally feel her body trembling with excitement as she is testing her boundaries. She tries to move her hands to the side but the leather encircling her arms is unforgiving.
There is a d-ring etched on the front of the collar, and I grab it with force enough to get a yelp in surprise.
Now her face is just in front of mine, but she can't see me, and her disorientation is clearly visible in her posture.
"You can say it "
She makes her lips tight not uttering the tiniest sound.
Keeping her by the collar with my left hand, I slide my right into her panties, from the front, reaching her damp crotch.
She tries to get away, but I keep her tight and firm in position.
"You can say it. Your body is telling all I need to know."
"Fuck me."
"Fuck me....who?"
There is a moment of confusion and then she repeats.
"Fuck me...sir."
"I may have to think about it. But you know how they say that it is bad to think on an empty stomach?"
I get my hand out of her panties and pick a ball gag that I had taken earlier from my bag. It is a harness gag with straps encircling her whole head.
The ball slides in nice and snug as she is trying to talk back to me.
I grab the straps and close it tight over her mouth.
She immediately screams, but the gag muffles it.
"Ok, Anna, if you trust me, we can continue, if you want out, I need you to stomp your right foot three times on the floor."
There is a tense moment of silence, I am anxious to understand if she is willing or not to continue our adventure.
She nods and I feel a relief, so much I have put into organizing tonight's happening.
With her implicit consent, I place a leash on her collar and start to pull her around.
She quickly finds her stride and in a little while she seems to be adapting to walk around without the use of her hands.
She starts to protest and resist as she gets the hint that I'm opening the room door.
She knows that she is practically naked and she doesn't want to be humiliated amongst other people.
"Don't worry. Nobody will recognize you. Don't be a fuss."
I feel some resistance from her but she seems to be resigned to being in my power.
All her body is so tense that I can see her muscles in her abdomen and in her toned legs. Her breasts are pumping up and down following her rushed breathing.
As I make her walk in the corridor, I can see that she is moving her head around to try and get a sense of where I'm bringing her.
Her moaning is more intense as I pull her in the elevator.
Apparently, in her mind, the room was a safe place and as she perceives that I'm pulling her away from there she feels more and more uneasy.
As she is resisting, I push a button up, just for her to feel the movement under her feet.
"Stop that, or I will tie this leash to the rail and leave you here for everyone to use."
Just the thought to be left, unable to cover herself, for everyone to see, changes her protest in moans of pleasure.
As a matter of fact, I'm not planning to bring her anywhere, so as we reach the top floor, I immediately push the button down to return to our floor. I'm going for pleasure not searching for a scandal.
But she is not able to perceive it, so I can feel how tense her body is and how excited.
The elevator door opens and I pull her out into the corridor again. I'm going towards the other room of the suite that I have prepared before.
I told you a lot of thoughts went into this.
There are a couple of speakers in the room that broadcast the noises inside a restaurant, people speaking, cutlery clinking, those things. As I pull her into the room, her resistance tells me the ruse is working.
I force her to sit on a chair and then, as if I'm speaking to someone else, say.
"Could you prepare her for dinner, will you?"
Trying to trick her, I then start to use a large belt to tie her to the back of the chair.
Her sheathed arms are then pulled over the back, and finally I use two other belts to keep her folded legs off the ground.
She is moaning as I thrust her chair to the table.
"I'm going to remove your gag. Please behave. The food here is fantastic. I do not want to be asked to leave."
As I get the ball out of her mouth, she is moving her head about trying to get a sense of the situation.
"You are crazy. You must be crazy. What if someone..."
"Someone what? No one is going to recognize you, with that thing on your face. They may recognize me, but it is nothing serious."
"But..."
All food has been placed on the table before, and I asked it to be kept warm and ready to eat. So there is not a restaurant-worthy show in front of her. And it makes absolutely no difference.
The important part is that we have wine, food and each other.
I silently congratulate myself for my cunning plan.
"Can I have something to drink, please?"
"Obviously."
