The glass doors in the dimly lit hotel room are open, allowing the soft night breeze to waft into the room. The doors open to a small balcony overlooking the twinkling lights of the city. The only other illumination is provided by the nearly full moon rising over the horizon.
The woman in the chair next to the doors breathes in the night air and admires the view. She glances at her husband in the chair next to her, and he too is gazing out the open doors. A small smile plays around her lips as she thinks about why they are there. She looks at her phone to check the time, and realizes that she is already wet in anticipation of what is about to happen.
Several days ago they arranged online to meet with a girl who wants to experience bondage for the first time. They have used the website before; indeed, it is the same site which facilitated the woman's own introduction to bondage a long time ago. The girl they will soon meet is a senior in college, and the site clearly spells out what will be allowed and not allowed during the session. Identities are always anonymous, so the woman and her husband have no idea who the girl is. All they really know is that the girl wants to submit to sexual restraint for the first time in her life. The man and woman are more than happy to make that happen.
There is a soft knock on the door.
"Come in."
The door opens and the girl walks into the room. She closes the door behind her and turns, her eyes adjusting to the darkness.
"Take off your coat and leave it and your bag on the bench."
The girl does as instructed, then moves tentatively into the room.
"Put your hands behind your back, then come stand where we can see you."
When she walks in front of them, the man and woman are stunned. The girl is exquisite and exotic, her long straight black hair contrasting with her copper-colored skin. Her features are sharp and angular, with high cheekbones, full pink lips, and dark brown eyes almost as black as her hair. The white dress she is wearing falls just below her knees, and the thin fabric prominently displays the hard pebbles of her nipples underneath. Her stilettos are also white. She is a vision, and she knows it. The woman knows it too.
"Why are you here?"
"I..." the girl hesitates, formulating her answer. "I want to see what it's like to be tied."
The woman's eyes sweep up and down the girl's body.
"What else?"
The girl glances at the woman's husband. He meets her gaze, then stands and moves behind her.
"I want to see what it's like not to be in control." Her voice is low, almost raspy.
"Control of what?"
"Of my own pleasure."
The man runs his fingers lightly up and down her bare arms, and the woman thinks she sees a slight shiver in the girl's body.
"What about pain?"
"No," the girl says softly. "Unless...perhaps a little, if it increases the pleasure."
The man moves her long hair aside and puts his hand lightly over her throat. The girl's eyes close briefly, then open and stare at his wife still seated in the chair. The woman gazes back in silence, her long legs crossed, her short dress riding high up her thighs.
"The idea of being tied has always been a turn-on to me. But I've never had the courage to try it. Until now. I just want to see what it's...what it's really like."
The woman continues to watch silently as the gorgeous girl in front of her is caressed by her husband. He runs his hands lightly over her dress, down the sides of her hips and legs, across her back and abdomen, finally cupping her breasts in his palms. The girl shivers again under his gentle touch.
The woman in the chair uncrosses her legs and stands.
"Take off your dress."
The girl's eyes widen for a brief moment. Then she reaches up to the thin straps tied behind her neck, never taking her eyes off the woman in front of her. When she pulls the ties apart, the dress falls silently to the floor, puddling around her stilettos. She is wearing only a tiny red thong with ties at the sides. The woman notices with satisfaction that it is already damp. Holding the girl's gaze, she reaches down and lightly brushes the girl's vulva thru the thong.
"Go stand in the doors to the balcony."
The girl moves to the open doors and looks out at the lights of the city. The man behind her speaks for the first time.
"Raise your arms up."
When she does, the man secures her wrists to the ropes already secured to the ends of the curtain rod over the doors. The woman walks out to the balcony and watches the girl closely. Her body is stretched in the doorframe, her skin almost glowing in the bright moonlight. The cool breeze blows across her naked breasts, making her aureoles pucker and her nipples harden. Her long hair ripples in the breeze, her lips are parted, and goose bumps are forming on her arms and legs. The woman is not sure she has ever seen such a beautiful sight.
"Are you scared?"
"Yes," the girl nods. "A little."
