Enslaved Away From Home

Sean pulled a seat up at the hotel bar and put his suitcase to one side. It'd been a long day and the only thing on his mind was a cold pint of Guinness.

The place was empty. There appeared to be no formal reception at this small establishment in this backwater part of the country known as Peterhead. He didn't care about that right now though. He'd ask for his room key later. All that mattered was to drown away the stresses of the day with the first gulp of a pint.

He'd driven up here early in the morning from his parents' house in Glasgow where he lived. He was working on a construction site nearby doing ground testing on the extension of the port. He had the next day off so could enjoy a few drinks tonight.

He enjoyed his job a lot. It allowed him to travel around Scotland to work, stay and explore places he'd only ever seen on a map. His company had recently landed a new contract with a client up here. He agreed to come up to work and stay from Monday until Friday for the next 6 months until the contract concluded.

He agreed to this partly to get time away from his parents. As much as he loved them, he valued the peace and space to himself he got when staying away from home. Here he wouldn't have to listen to his mums' invasive questions about his personal life, like asking him if he had a girlfriend yet or if he may be liked boys instead. He scoffed at the thought again.

He was 22 and had been single all his life and was still a virgin. He always struggled with dating. He didn't have any brothers or sisters and only made friends with other guys growing up. He tried asking out girls in high-school and college and was only ever met with the same disappointing

I don't see you in that way

reply. Or some would downright laugh and her friends would make fun of him. Also being a mere 5 foot 7 he felt like he had no chance with most women.

He also loved dominant women. Something about a woman in charge just made him burst with excitement and pleasure. It'd been a desire of his from as long as he could remember. His fantasy was to be a husband in a female led marriage. To be his wife's willing slave serving and honouring her with all his body and strength. Though it was hopeless, given that the vast majority of women in reality wanted a dominant man, never mind him not being able to get a single date in the first place.

He was sad. He felt like he was going to be single forever. He focused his attention to the bar again, wanting that pint more than ever.

He heard sounds from the kitchen through its open door to the bar. He figured to wait until someone showed up rather than be rude and call.

The minutes went by and no one came. He tilted in his stool slightly to see better into the kitchen. From this new perspective, he saw a woman at the far side at a sink wearing an apron and washing dishes. She looked young. Perhaps his age or a couple years younger.

She was pretty. She had long brown hair tied in a ponytail with a beautiful pink scrunchy. She wore jeans and a black My Chemical Romance t shirt under her apron.

He went silent as he did when he saw a lovely woman. He didn't have the courage to call over to her about service. He just continued to sit awkwardly until she or another member of staff saw him.

"You alright?" A voice from behind him asked.

He turned around to see another woman standing and looking at him inquisitively. She looked to be in her 30s, was around 5 foot 10, wore tight black leather trousers, high heel calf boots and a red turtleneck tucked into the jeans under a large white winter jacket. She had shoulder length hair dyed blonde, and blue eyes. She wore light mascara and distinct red lipstick.

Damn, She's hot!

Thought Sean. What a pleasure it was to see 2 beautiful women within such a short space of time. He immediately cast his gaze downwards blushing in reverence of her beauty.

"Oh, aye, yeah! Um, I'm just waiting to see if the bar is open." He replied.

She looked back at him with her expression unchanged.

"The bar isn't open for another half an hour."

"Oh."

"Are you a guest? Would you like to check in?"

"Oh, yeah! How did you know!?" Replied Sean startled.

The woman put down her coat on the stool next to him then began to walk past him to the end of the bar. Her high heels echoing off the wooden floor with every step.

"There's only you and one other person staying here tonight." She said.

She turned at the end of the bar then walked behind it. She went to the wall next to the upturned spirit bottles where a handful of keys hung.

"Are you Sean Davis?" She asked.

"Yeah."

She lifted one of the sets of keys from the hooks and handed it to him.

"You're room 4. It's out the door there and up the stairs then on the left. Breakfast is seven until nine thirty. Your room is the grey key and the gold one is for the front door. If you're going out tonight, can I ask you to be as quiet as possible if you're coming back in after half ten?"

"Y-yes, of course." He replied bashfully. "Thanks a lot."

"Perfect."

She could see he was shy and wanted to make him feel more at home. She smiled at him and spoke.

"I'm Fiona by the way."

"L-lovely to meet you." He replied. "I'm Sean."

"Would you like a drink just now?" She asked. "I know I said the bar isn't open yet officially but It's no bother."

"Yeah, that'd be nice of you, just a Guinness thanks."

She pulled out a fresh glass from under the bar and began pouring from the tap.

"What brings you to this part of the world?"

"Well, I work as a field-testing technician on construction sites. I've been sent here by my company to assist the engineers with the port extension site down the road. I'll be here all week."

"Oh aye, I seen that they've been doing something down there for a while. Do you have a car or van with you?" She asked.

"Yeah, my work van."

"Did you find the car park okay? It's around the back. Some folk just park out the front and it's a narrow street you see. Get complaints from the neighbours all the time"

"Yeah, I saw it and parked there, thanks."

She finished pouring then sat his pint on the bar in front of him. He knew better than to not let a freshly poured Guinness settle before taking the first sip. He looked up at her and saw her smile at him warmly. He smiled back awkwardly. He reached into his trouser pockets for his wallet.

"So, uh- Fiona. Are you the manager here...Or- "

"I'm the owner." She replied. "And don't you worry about paying just now, I'll just start you a wee tab."

"Oh, okay..Uh, thanks!"

"So where is it you came from today?"

"Uh, I came from Glasgow this morning."

"Oh right, I've not been down to Glasgow for a while." She said." Nice place, but I prefer life up here. Nice and quiet. Even if business can be slow at times."

The pint had now settled and was calling his name. He grabbed a hold of it and took a long swing with the first gulp then landed it back on the bar with an exhale of delight. It was magical. Fiona smiled back at him mischievously.

"Do you drink a lot, Sean?"

"Oh, well not really no. Only maybe when I'm out for dinner with my mum and dad or at a function. I'm not really one for drinking during the week but it's just been a long day and it's what I fancied."

"Oh I'm very much the same. When I was your age, I had my fair share of drinking and partying mind you but now it's only once in a blue moon. Can't run this place being pished hahah."

Sean chuckled back at her joke accordingly to avoid being awkward.

When I was your age?

He thought. Just

how much older than him was she?

He was curious but didn't want to come across as rude.

"You can't be much older than me though, can you?" asked Sean.

"What age are you?" she asked.

"Twenty-two." He replied.

"Well, I'm thirty-nine so there you go." Seans eyes opened wide. He ballparked her being around thirty-two.

"Oh wow, you look great for your age. I wouldn't have thought you thirty-nine."

Fiona laughed. "Aw thanks, a wee charmer so you are." She began to walk down the bar away from him.

"Anyway, I'm needing to sort a couple of things out so I'll see you in a bit. If you need me in the meantime, just give us a shout." Fiona turned into the kitchen out of sight.

Sean sat for a while sipping his pint. He felt lucky having met Fiona, she seemed so pleasant to talk to. Nothing like his experiences with other women. Perhaps older women were just like that. Also, she was drop dead gorgeous, her style and confidence were just so sexy. She looked so hot in those leather jeans and heels, almost like a dominatrix. He hoped at some point to get to talk to her again and maybe the cute girl in the kitchen too.

Alas he reminded himself not to get his hopes up over someone he just met. S

he wouldn't want a guy my age anyway and probably has a husband

he thought. His limited interactions with women made him sensitive to any attention he got from them. He kept needing to give himself a reality check when his imagination went to the possibility of sex or a relationship with someone right off the bat.

I'm pathetic

he thought.

When he finished his pint, he left the empty glass on the bar and grabbed his suitcase. He went through the doors round the corner from the bar then up the stairs. The stairs had a blue tartan carpet and paintings of boats and ports hung on the walls. When he got to the first floor, he saw his room on the left just as Fiona told him. He opened it with the key and went inside.

He was impressed; the room was sizable. It had a double bed, table and mirror, large wardrobe, small fridge and a great view over to the shore from the window. It was a lot nicer than other places his work had put him up in the past. He inspected the bathroom. The floors were tiled and the walk-in shower was modern and chrome. Not like an old granny's bathroom he expected to find at a hotel in a small town like this.

He stepped back into the main room and inspected the refreshments on the table next to the kettle. It had sachets for at least 5 kinds of tea, coffee, normal and decaf, expresso, hot chocolate, milk and sugar as well as shortbread, Biscoff, tablet and a caramel wafer. He hit the jackpot! He was thrilled this would be his home for the next 6 months.

Sean took off his shoes and jumped onto the bed. If felt amazing. No matter what sheets you had at home, hotel beds always felt nicer. He was glad to have this time away to himself. His mum wasn't going to tell him to do the dishes here and his dad wasn't going to tell him to go walk the dog. He was his own man and could relax the way he wanted to.

He closed his eyes and thought about what he'd do tonight. Perhaps go for a walk? Maybe find a restaurant for dinner or just eat here? His thoughts meandered until they went back to seeing Fiona in the bar earlier. She looked so hot in those heels and leather jeans. The way she walked with such authority and the confidence of her facial expressions was mesmerising. She was a queen from head to toe. He felt his Dick getting hard.

He laughed cheekily and unbuttoned his trousers. He pulled them down along with his pants flipping out his boner. He carefully caressed it and started stroking. He imagined it was her doing it. He imagined himself all vulnerable and naked while she was fully clothed wearing those sexy leather jeans and going up and down with her hand teasingly. He imagined her smiling at him while she was wanking him, the same way she smiled at him at the bar earlier.

He then imagined the other girl he saw in the kitchen joining in. He imagined her coming up behind him while he was being stroked by Fiona, also fully clothed, reaching around and begin playing with his nipples. His stroking got faster as well as his breathing.

"Should we let this little slut cum?" He imagined Fiona asking.

"Hmm, yeah. But It'll have to be with his bum." Replied the other girl.

He imagined them bending him over a bed and the other girl start pounding him with a strap on. He imagined Fiona taking hold of his Dick again and start stroking while the other girl kept pounding.

"Once you come, that'll be the confirmation that you'll be our slave for life understand?" said Fiona still stroking.

"Once you've been milked you will become our legal property. You have no rights, me and her will get to use your pathetic little body anyway we please!" said the other girl still pounding."

"Yes." Moaned Sean softly

"Good." Said the other girl sweetly, ruffling his hair with her other hand.

"I want you to enjoy this, cause you're not getting another orgasm for a long time." Said Fiona.

He imagined her stroking faster and faster while the other girl pounded deeper and harder inside him. His breathing became sharp. He climaxed with a moan and ejaculated onto his hand and stomach.

He lay in satisfaction for a while covered in his own mess while it began to slowly drip down his hip. He felt a bit guilty by his fantasies. He loved the idea of being a woman's slave and sex object but worried it made him less of a man for wanting it. He was too embarrassed to admit his fantasies to anyone without being judged. If he somehow got a girlfriend one day, would she be repulsed by it and leave him?

He sighed sombrely then began to undress. He did so carefully so as not to get the cum on any of his clothes or the bed. When he was naked, he stepped off the bed carefully on to the floor then walked into the bathroom. He enjoyed a nice hot shower to its full potential cleaning himself thoroughly. It felt so nice after the hard day's work he put in earlier at the port. Being March, the winds coming off the North Sea froze him and the other workers to the bone; he kept thinking about the hot shower the whole time and now it was here. Bliss.

After he got out and dried himself, he picked up the various articles of his work uniform on the floor and put them onto the chair. He picked up his phone and lay down on the bed for a while and started watching YouTube videos. After a while he noticed it was 6.45pm and he was hungry. Time for tea. He figured to first check the menu at the bar downstairs, if he didn't fancy anything here, he'd explore the town for somewhere else.

He got off the bed and opened his suitcase. He put on a fresh pair of boxers, Pokémon socks that his mum got him last Christmas, blue jeans with a brown leather belt and finally the same Green Day t shirt he'd had since he was 14.

He switched off the lights, went out the door and locked it behind him. When he got back to the bar downstairs it was alive compared to when he arrived earlier. There were a couple other older guys sitting at the tables with a drink as well as a younger man and a woman playing a game of pool at the far table. Breakfast At Tiffanys was playing through the sound system and the girl from earlier was behind the bar wiping down the taps. She saw him and smiled shyly.

He smiled back awkwardly, given he'd had a wank about her pegging him earlier.

"Hey." She said. "Do you want something?"

"Y-yeah" he replied casting his gaze downwards. "Do you...uh, have a food menu?"

"Sure." She replied. She walked back to the register and took a laminated document and handed it to him.

"Let me know when you're ready to order." She said and walked back along the bar.

Sean looked at the menu. It was small, which was understandable given it was pub grub. He had a daily allowance of £25 for food expenses from his company. He didn't want to go over and the prices seemed moderate here. He spotted haggis bon bons with whisky sauce for £7 and fish and chips for £14 and settled with that. He called the girl back over and made his order along with another pint of Guinness.

He waited attentively as she poured his pint. She was so sweet and radiated nothing but positive energy. He was developing a crush on her. He wanted to try and make some kind of conversation and maybe get her name at least but was too shy. Before he could try and say anything she gave him his pint and added the order to his tab. He thanked her and took a seat at one of the tables.

She went back to doing mundane tasks behind the bar while Sean sat and avoided looking back at her disappointed with himself that he hadn't the guts to even try talk to her. He was always shy with women. It's as if his whole mind went blank when he tried to drum up conversation with them. He was sad, he struggled with the most basic hurdles and his dating situation seemed hopeless. He took a swing of his now settled pint.

"Hey Sean." A voice called to him. He turned around and saw Fiona. She was dressed the same as she was earlier with her leather jeans and heels. She was also wearing her big winter coat too. There was a look of concern on her face.

"Are you okay?" she asked. He cast his gaze downward once more, in awe of her beauty.

"Y-yeah, um, I'm okay. Thanks." He replied timidly.

"It's just I thought you looked a bit sad. Do you want to talk?"

He looked up at her with surprise and disbelief. He hadn't expected anything like this from her at all. It felt so nice, that someone cared. He looked back at her gorgeous face expressing her undeserved concern for him.

"Yeah, I'd like that." He said.

"Okay, I'm just going to nip out to the shops just now to pick a couple things up. I'll be back soon and I'll see you."

She walked away towards the front door at the other side of the room. He watched as her lovely legs moved in her shiny black jeans as she walked. He also listened closely to the sound of her heels on the wooden floor. She went out the door and out of sight. His dick was beginning to get hard again under the table.

Sean took another swing of his pint then looked over to the bar. The other girl had disappeared. Perhaps into the back kitchen to prepare his dinner. He briefly looked at the other patrons in the pub. The two older gentlemen he guessed were local pensioners, here to give their wives a quiet night to themselves.

The guy and woman playing pool were young. Not as young as him, perhaps around 30. Possibly not long wed, enjoying themselves freely on a Monday night before the responsibilities of being parents was upon them.

Breakfast at tiffany's ended on the sound system then Pure Morning by Placebo came on, with its mesmerising opening guitar riff and drum beat. He was impressed by the music so far. Not many pubs he went to near his home played rock or alternative songs as much as he would have liked. It made for a welcoming atmosphere.

He heard footsteps walk towards him. It was the bar girl bringing over his haggis bon bons on a small plate. She lay them down on his table carefully.

"Thankyou." He said with a smile.

"No bother." She replied then walked away. He looked at her as she walked back into the kitchen, trying to notice what else was pretty about her. She had such pretty hair and delicate hands. When she was gone, he dug into the haggis bon bons immediately, making sure to dip as much of them in the sauce as he could.

Fiona came back through the front door holding a shopping bag, She walked towards Seans table still with the same look of concern she had earlier. She put down the bag carefully, pulled out the chair opposite and took a seat.

"You like the bon bon's?"

"Yeah, they're nice, especially the sauce." He replied

"I'm glad. But anyway, what's happening in your world Sean?" She asked.

He swallowed his mouthful then sighed. He didn't know where to begin.

"I suppose...I suppose I've been feeling a bit lonely lately."

"Alright, do you have friends you see regularly? Or a partner?" Sean shook his head.

"I've pals I went to school with. But that was a few years ago now. I'll maybe only see them a handful of times a year. I don't have a girlfriend or anything like that."