Change Of Plans Pt 02 2

I spend what I thought was a while pondering this, but when I felt my stilettos being pulled off the reveal my stocking feet, I was reminded as to what exactly he wanted to do to me while he had me bound and gagged. He covered my feet in what I think must have been either oil or lube, and I felt him start fucking my feet from behind me. It was a really strange feeling, but at the same time felt so hot. I could feel myself getting rock hard pressed against the bed as he had his fun. I really couldn't move an inch, I was so helpless, and I could feel the droop dripping down my chin from the ball gag. I have a feeling from outside the room people would have heard my muffled moans. He spent about 5 minutes having his fun with my feet, before he pulled back and it felt like he was cutting a hole in one of my stockings? Right at the heel. I was confused but obviously I couldn't exactly have a look! He was now facing the other way, and slightly on top of me, when I felt his cock slide into the hole in my stockings, starting to fuck them again, this time between the soft nylon and my bare soles. A sudden warm feeling came and I realised that my feet were now completely covered in cum. He pulled out and the wet stockings clung to my feet, a complete mess, but there was nothing I could do about it.

I'd been tied up now for over half an hour, and I was just so begging to cum myself. If I could move at all I'd have been humping the bed like crazy! Surely now he was going to milk me? I couldn't see what he was doing, but a few minutes later he came around in front of me and kneeled down to my eye level, surveying the tight little hogtie that he had put me in. "I'm sure you're dying to empty your balls right now, and I know I said I would, but there's another interested party that wants to sort you out". I just stared at him, wide eyes and silent. What the hell does he mean? Other party?! I started to panic and shout through the gag but it was strapped in so tightly. He just laughed at me and started walking towards the door. "This has been real fun, we should do this again some time. You look great in bondage". With that he opened the door and walked out. It took a moment for the door to close behind him, and then it was total silence. I started to struggle to the best of my abilities but could only manage to rock a little from side to side. Damn he had tied me up so tightly, this hogtie was inescapable! I just wanted to cum so badly. How had I gotten myself into this predicament?! I struggled further for what felt like an age when I heard a sound somewhere in the room behind me. It shocked me and I stayed dead still to see if I could hear anything.

"Well well, I had a feeling you were up to no good when you checked in, and boy was I not wrong"

My heart skipped a beat when I recognised the voice as that of the lady that checked me into the hotel. What the hell was she doing in here?! I struggled as hard as I could to turn and try to get a glimpse of her, but it was no use, I just rocked slightly on the spot.

"Now now, no need to get in a panic, I'll be taking good care of you from here on. Admit it, you're glad I'm here right now aren't you?"

I moaned into my gag as much as I could but all that came out was a pitiful muffled sound. I could feel her right next to me now. She was definitely looking me over from top to bottom. I have no idea how I looked right now, I knew my stockings were a mess, but the rest of me must have held up okay. I must still look pretty hot in my lingerie. I wonder what she was going to do with me? It was still early in the night, so I mean, she could just keep me here all night like this. At this point I saw her slowly come into the corner of my sight and walk in front of me, crouching down slightly so she was eye level with me.

"I think you actually looked better dressed like this that you do as a guy. You should be like this more often. Plus, I LOVE my sissy boys bound and gagged. I didn't even have to do the tying this time! Although he has made a bit of a mess of your stockings. How did that feel? Is that what you fantasise about? Being somebodies stocking cum slut?"

I was blushing so much, but I couldn't keep my eyes off her. She had such alluring eyes, and from as much as I could look her up and down she was still wearing those gorgeous nylons I had gotten a glimpse of before. She looked down at her legs, noticing that I was trying as best I could to see them. She smiled at me, bent down and slipped her heels off, showing me her nylon covered feet. Does she know I have a foot fetish too?! I struggled to look down and get a better glimpse and as I did, she pulled a chair towards her and sat directly in front of me.

"I knew I had caught you looking at my nylons earlier! You little pervert. Do you have a pantyhose fetish? Or is it a foot fetish? Well, it doesn't matter, even if you don't, you WILL be worshipping my feet eventually. I could easily enslave you with them"

She leant back and lifted her feet up onto the edge of the bed right in front of me, teasing me with her nylon soles, inches from my face. They looked so soft, must have been a size 8 maybe, and with high arches. They looked like maybe 20 denier? Just thin enough for me to see the outlines of her toes and wrinkles. Without warning she pressed both of her feet on my face and smothered me, slightly pushing my head back further. I could only just about breath, and each breath through my nose I inhaled the aroma of her sweaty nylons. It was heaven, I don't think she had any idea how much I was enjoying this, because once again, I was rock hard and just ready to explode, If only I could move an inch!

"Now that I've got you where I want you, we're going to have a little chat about where we go from here. I've got plans for you, and after your little stay with us tonight, I think you'll be more than keen to agree my terms...