Below is my first work of erotic fiction. Written by request ... thanks for the inspiration! (you know who you are) Readers, feel free to comment or make subject suggestions for future works!
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You are sitting at the desk in the hotel room you checked into last night. You take a deep breath, glancing at the bed as you finish writing. It’s early in the morning, your excitement over today’s possibilities woke you at dawn. On the bed are some nylon ropes, a blindfold, ball gag and two pairs of handcuffs. The bedcovers are folded on a chair, the mattress covered only by the sheets. In front of you is a note, carefully written by you in what you hope is a feminine script. The note reads: “This man-bitch pissed me off so I am leaving him here as punishment. Use him as you wish, then release him so he may apologize to me for his wrong doings. Do whatever you want to him but please do not harm him permanently. Thanks and enjoy.” Your heart beats faster as you read what you’ve written.
You go over to the king-size bed, mind reeling as you pick up a length of rope and tie it securely to one leg of the bed frame. Your excitement grows as you repeat the procedure on the other 3 legs, laying the free ends on the bed. The upper two ropes, you tie secure loops in the end and click one one cuff of each set into the loops. You tape the handcuff keys to the bottom of your note and bring it with you as you sit naked on the bed. You take a deep breath … are you really going to do this? Your dick answers for you, going from semi-hard to full throb as you face the decision.
You lie back to make sure your wrists will reach the cuffs, then sit up in the center of the bed and tie your ankles about 3 feet apart to the ropes leading off either edge of the bed. Once secure, you tie another rope between the ankles, preventing you from moving them either apart or together. Placing the note and keys between your bare legs, you lay back. You buckle the ball gag into place and slip the furry blindfold over your head. You are plunged into darkness as you find the cuffs, reaching, stretching to click them around the second wrist after securing the first.
Now your heart is really pounding; your heavy, swollen cock actually bounces slightly in time with your pulse. You wonder how long the wait will be … perhaps you started too early! You squirm in anticipation of the unknown that lies ahead of you. Time passes. You’re not sure how much time, but it’s filled with thoughts of who may find you, and when … and what they will do to you. "What time DO the maids start knocking on doors, anyway," you wonder.
You hear footsteps in the hall, bringing your cock instantly back to attention. You suddenly feel embarrassed, and struggle against your self-imposed bonds in a panic. The footsteps pass your door and fade away behind the sound of your own heart pounding in your ears, and you wonder if this was such a good idea after all. Your thoughts range from fear to arousal as you lie there, helpless and blind, awaiting your fate. Your cock begs for attention, bouncing slightly on your belly as you squirm. You wish you could reach down, even for a second, to stroke it. You wish someone would come in, you hope no one does.
More time passes, and suddenly you hear a knock at the door. And a muted, female voice: "housekeeping."
Your heart pounds again and you try to scream “no!” through the gag. All that comes out is a muffled gurgle, and you hear a key in the door. “This is it!” you think ... your head swims as you wonder what’s in store for you. The door opens, then closes … you almost hope the owner of the voice will see you and run from the room. No such luck.
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I am on the last room of my uneventful morning shift as a housekeeper in a mid-rate hotel, looking forward to my afternoon off. The place is generally less than half full on weekends, as we cater to a business clientele. Little did I know what awaited me behind that last door!
Getting no answer to my knock, I assume the room to be empty and let myself in, turning to pull the cart behind me. I walk into the room as the door swings shut and drop my passkey in surprise. There’s a man, naked and tied to the bed, with his cock pointing straight north! At first I’m concerned, have I walked in on a kinky couple? If so why hadn’t they locked the door? My eyes suddenly fall upon the note between your legs, written on hotel stationery.
You hear me approach the bed. You are squirming helplessly, the blood coursing through your veins almost drowns out the sound of my voice. “Well, what have we here?” I say, as I pick up the note. There is silence as I read it, then the clink of keys as I set it down on a bedside table. You can smell my perfume faintly, to your left. Suddenly I laugh. “Pissed off your woman, have you? She must be very displeased to have left you in such an ... uncomfortable position. I wonder what you could have done, and what sort of punishment would be suitable. I could do anything I want to you, there’s hardly anyone left on this floor and all the rooms in this hall are unoccupied. No one would even hear us.”
You whimper through the gag, your body trembling. You hear a hardness in my voice that makes you wonder if you’re in real trouble here. The rising fear and uncertainty only fuels your lust further, you feel your cock jump and hear me chuckle softly. I lean down and whisper in your ear, “Perhaps you can please me, if not the woman who left you here, my little plaything. A bitch like you MUST be good for something.” You hear a rustling of fabric and wonder if I am removing my clothes. How you wish you could see!
Slowly and without warning I rake the underside of your cock with my nails. You recoil in fear and shock, but the pain isn’t that bad … and your cock has been aching to be touched for so long, the feeling is wonderful. Your hips rise up looking for more as my nails reach your cockhead and continue out of reach. I laugh again. “Oh you want it bad, don’t you bitch,” I taunt. “If I remove your gag, you’ll be a good little bitch and stay silent for me, won’t you? I’d hate to have to hurt you, my little sex-toy.”
You nod vigorously … you can’t believe the rush you get from hearing my words. There’s no going back, you are completely, hopelessly at the whim of this strange unseen woman … and loving it. You hear water running in the bathroom and realize I’ve left your side. When I return I remove your gag, wiping your face with a warm wet washcloth. You breathe deeply and say, in a low submissive voice, “thank you”.
One of your nipples is in sudden, searing pain as I pinch it with all my might. “I said REMAIN SILENT!! Shit, bitch! No wonder your woman left you tied up like this, YOU DON’T FUCKING LISTEN! Not a fucking word out of you, you hear me? Now, I want you to lick my pussy til I tell you to stop, and you better do it good, bitch, before I REALLY get pissed.” The words have hardly sunk into your head before you smell the heady aroma of this strange woman’s aroused pussy approaching your face. You lift your head, straining toward the heavenly scent, aching to taste me, to feel my flesh react to your lips and tongue. You strain to lift your head further, suddenly realizing I’m hovering above you just out of your reach, laughing and taunting you … “I said lick my pussy dammit! What are you waiting for!”
Tiring of this, I sink to my knees, straddling your head. Your tongue finally touches my flesh, tasting my arousal. Your cock throbs, bobbing slightly in the air as if waving, begging to be noticed. “Fuck me with your tongue, bitch. Get me off!” I say, pushing your head against the bed with my crotch. I hump at your face, you can hardly breathe as I rub my slippery cunt over your nose and mouth. Short of breath, you struggle against the cuffs, trying in vain to lift me off you … you need air!
