If I had my druthers, I'd be eating somewhere other than iHop. It's vicinity to the hotel makes it the ideal place to nosh.
I wave down the waitress and get a warm up on my coffee. I'm on my third cup and have time for a fourth before I need to be getting back.
I refresh my iPhone to see what's going on in my hotel room. The girl is still on the bed. She's pulled her knees up towards her chin as much as she can. I can see that her breathing is labored. I sip my coffee and watch as she undergoes another orgasm, her body shuddering, her legs stretching back out, her mouth open in a soundless scream.
I silently count to ten, ticking off three lesser tremors... these aftershocks are smaller orgasms that continue to rock her. She'd been at four before as he finished up his meal. Once she got down to two I'll head back to the hotel to release her.
Forty minutes ago I left her alone in my hotel room. A half hour prior to that I was letting her in the door. During the interim I placed her collar around her neck. She stripped down and I bound her with a combination of plastic wrap and duct tape. Once secured, I introduced her to a rather nasty-looking knife. Ten inches long with a serrated blade. It looked like it could gut a bear, much less a petite twenty-seven year old brunette wrapped up like a sausage on a hotel room bed.
Behind her gag she began to plead, her eyes (not yet blindfolded) wide. I put the knife against her thigh, letting the cold steel warm against her before moving it directly between her legs. She screamed, muffled but still louder than I'd have liked.
With the flick of my wrist, the knife sliced, opening a slit in the plastic wrap just above her pussy. The cool air hit her hot skin, making her think that I had cut her. She narrowed her eyes as I brought up the blade, showing her the lack of blood.
I sheathed the blade and placed it back in my bag, coming back with a five inch long white tube. I slid this into her. It went in easily as she was already slick with excitement. Before it disappeared completely, I gave it a twist at the base, causing it to vibrate. The noise of it was soon muffled as I pushed it deep into her. Her eyes rolled to white.
With one final strip of duct tape, I sealed the vibrator inside of her, taping up the slit between her legs.
I placed a blindfold over her eyes. It had two flaps that covered her ears as well. Though not as effective as the leather hood I often used upon her, it did a terrific job of blocking out all light and sound, encasing her in a dark silence.
The first few times we played together I would stay in the room while she was like this. I'd watch her go through the flood of orgasms that wracked her little body. I had to build a level of trust with her that she wasn't going to injure herself by accident (or on purpose) while cocooned and cumming.