Jen was always told that working at a hotel would be quite the interesting experience. However, the 'interesting' was always said with extreme sarcasm. The Privy Inn was one of the oldest hotels in Jen's hometown, but it had always managed to attract a decent crowd. The hotel had gone through many different renovations over the years, always keeping up with the times. Regardless of how updated it was, Jen still had reason to gripe.
She never knew what to expect when she worked room service.
One day could be really quiet, maybe with one or two patrons asking for her to send up a bottle of wine or some food from the kitchen. Other days she would have to clean up the mess from a drunken gathering of out-of-town frat boys. She was pretty sure that worse things had happened in the hotel, but she had been lucky enough to miss it.
All luck has to change at some point though...
This particularly memorable instance began midway through her first round. As it was a slow start to the evening, Jen's manager had sent her to check some rooms and make any necessary preparations for anyone who'd show up, a job that Jen was all too familiar with. What she wasn't prepared for was what happened after she was closing the door for one of the rooms.
"Pssst."
Jen looked around, trying to see where the noise came from.
"Over here," said a woman's voice in a barely audible whisper.
She looked behind her and noticed the door to the room across the hall was open just a crack.
"Can I help you, ma'am?" Jen asked.
"Umm.... if you're able, please."
Jen was slightly concerned, but also intrigued. From the sound of her voice, the woman seemed like she was almost embarrassed to be asking. Once she opened the door and let Jen come inside, she understood why.
The woman was wearing a black latex corset and thong paired with a garter and thigh high stockings underneath a pair of leather boots. She looked a bit older, maybe 50s, but more attractive than other women her age. Sitting on the bed behind her was a man, presumably around her age as well. Jen could tell he was far more comfortable with the situation than the woman was because he was only wearing some leather briefs and a collar, but he did not even seem phased by a stranger entering the room. He was in good shape, the type of older man who Jen would pursue if she was out and about. Behind him, a whole pile of BDSM toys and supplies were spread out on the bed.
"Soooo.... how can I help you two?" she asked, still confused.
The woman shifted back and forth on her heels, so the man spoke up, saying, "My wife's friends convinced her to try some sort of kinky shit with me. Now it's time to switch up our roles and she's not feeling up to being dominant. She says it feels weird."
"So you asked a random hotel worker to join in?" Jen asked.
The two nodded, the woman more sheepish than the man.
Crossing her arms in front of her chest, Jen straightened her back and looked down her nose at the couple, all with a controlling smirk on her face.
"Well, you're lucky you found me," she said as she picked up a riding crop from the bed, "Now, both of you kneel while I decide what to do with you."
*thwack*
With both of her new subs kneeling, Jen looked over the toys on the bed and settled on a pile of handcuffs. Picking up two pairs, she dropped them on the floor in front of the man.
"Wrists and ankles," was all she said.
"Yes, ma'am," he replied as he hastily fastened the cuffs onto his ankles and then his hands behind his back. There was even a tiny bit of squeaking from the woman's leather boots as she watched her husband, a noise which aroused Jen even further.
"Good boy," said Jen with a smile. Turning her attention to the woman, she picked up a black armbinder from the bed and said, "Now it's your turn." It didn't take her long to slip the leather contraption over the woman's arms and fasten the straps nice and tight across her chest and shoulders.
Tapping her cheek as she thought of what to do next, Jen had an idea. Sliding the riding crop down the man's arms, she ordered him to close his hands into fists. All it took was a short length of vet wrap around each of his hands to turn them into unusable mittens.
Now neither of them could pick at their restraints, even if they wanted to.
"Alright, stand up," Jen ordered as she held a hand under each of her subs' armpits, helping them to their feet. Once they were both standing, she grabbed some leather straps from the bed and buckled them around the woman's ankles, knees, and even her thick thighs. She did the same to the man's knees and his elbows, noticing a significant bulge in his briefs.
