Fragile Luggage

***This is a work of fiction. All characters are consenting adults with safewords and hand-signals in place. Only truly safe sex can get truly kinky!***

It was late when a man walked in wheeling a large suitcase. The lobby had long been deserted by anyone whose occupation did not require them to remain, which was everyone, save Ralf. Ralf. The unfortunate soul on duty this evening. 19. Bored out of his skull and equally stoned, he ran the front desk with an air of unrivaled apathy. His gaze didn't so much penetrate customers as it did hover lazily over their shoulder. But he answered their questions, so no one complained.

"Can I help you?" he said as the man approached.

"Good evening," the man said. "My wife and I would like to check in, please."

Ralf looked around. "Where's your wife?"

"She's handling a few of the bags. She'll be here soon."

"Okay." Ralf paused. "What was your name again?"

A volley of information was relayed across the counter, and Ralf typed it in with painstaking precision. He was slow, but he made no mistakes. The man stood patiently by, playing on his phone. He seemed in no particular rush. Which was good. Ralf didn't like being rushed. After a while he glanced up.

"Um, is your wife would be joining us?"

"Yes, she's just outside."

"Okay, well, I need her signature..."

"Oh, sure! Let me text her." The man typed on his phone, and smiled. "It'll just be a second." Ralf waited, not minding the chance to collect his thoughts. He thought he heard the man's phone vibrate, but the man made no move to check it.

"Is that your phone?"

"What? Oh." The man looked down. "Nope, not me. Here, let me try calling her."

He punched in a number and held the phone to his ear. The vibration came, louder now, from his bag. They both stared at it.

"Shit," the man said. "I think her phone is in the bag. I can't get ahold of her."

"Oh. Well..."

"Listen, can I sign for her? It's been a long day and we just drove in and would very much like to get to our room."

Ralf thought for a moment. They were married. It was late. Good enough. He printed the form and pushed it across the desk. As the man signed it his luggage continued to buzz with his wife's phone. That's a long ringtone, thought Ralf. The man returned the form and Ralf slid him the keys. "Right, so you're in room 098, which is gonna be at the end of the hall..."

"Thanks, Ralf." The man snatched the keys from the desk. "I appreciate the help." He spun the still buzzing suitcase around then wheeled it outside, disappearing into the dark. Ralf stared after him a second, then blinked a few times, then went to pour himself some coffee. It was going to be a long night.

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Ralf told no lies: room 098 was at the far end of the hall, which lay at the far end of the building. Laden was he was with luggage, it had taken the man quite some time to make his way there. It took nearly ten minutes to arrive at their room. He might have been quicker, had he not been on his phone the whole time.

But no matter. They had made it. He tapped his key to the lock and pushed the door open. Cool air rushed out to greet him, and he plunged into the darkness of the room. Once inside he closed the door, then opened it again to hang a Do Not Disturb sign outside. Then he locked it, throwing on the chain for good measure before stepping back to enjoy a moment of silence. Then he reached for the wall, and flicked the switch.

Lamps in the corners sprung to life to reveal a modest room, nothing more than a bed, a few nightstands, and a desk. An air-conditioner rattled beneath the window, blasting the air with a frigid breeze. The man wheeled his luggage to the center of the room, lay his bags beside the bed, and fell into the sheets. They were starchy, but clean. This place would do. He set about slowly unpacking, brining toiletries to the bathroom, laying out clothes for tomorrow, but always keeping his phone at hand. Occasionally a light buzz would come from the suitcase, and once a long, loud hum, during which he set his phone down and went to the bathroom.

When he returned a few minutes later the bag seemed to have shifted. He smiled and went over to it, pulling on the zipper to look inside. A ponytail popped out, and over the sound of the buzzing came a protracted moan. His smile grew as he unzipped the bag opened it to reveal a woman, hands and legs loosely bound, a blindfold around her eyes, stuffed in the middle of the bag. She wore no bra, and her nipples were adorned with magnetic clamps. A strong musty smell wafted from her panties, which were the source of the buzzing. It was clear she was trying to speak, but the gag in her mouth made it difficult. He reached over and unbuckled it from her head.

"Hoooly shit," she said, breath trembling. "Holy fuck, I need to... Oh my gosh, let me out. Now."

"Hmm...that wasn't the safeword, and I don't recall you being the one giving orders. Let's give you a few minutes to calm down." He zipped the bag shut, then tapped his phone. Suddenly the vibrations could be heard throughout the room, and the bag began to shake as her muffled voice cried: "Oh fuck please no, I have to pee so bad! I'm sorry, please let me out, I'll be a good girl, ohhhh shiiiiit!"

Damn. He'd forgotten to put the gag back in. It would have been nice to hear her moan all of that. Another night he might have let her piss herself but he didn't want to clean the suitcase, so he unzipped the bag, undid her knots, then helped her hobble to the bathroom. He watched her pull her panties down and then slowly, carefully, remove the vibrator from her cunt. It glistened with her drool. Just as she sat down he said, "No."

She froze and looked up. "No what?" There was a slight edge in her voice.

"Not in there." He pointed. "In the tub."

She stared at him, mouth agape, realizing he was serious. Then she stood, lifted a leg, and began spraying the tub. Now it was his turn to stare. He hadn't expected her to do it, yet she stared him down as if issuing a challenge, eyes mocking him. Is that all? He smiled. Hardly, dearest. Her eyes widened as he walked over to her, then closed as he began tugging at her nipples. The clamps were small, no more than little beads, but they had to be firm and tight to keep from being pinched off. He was very gentle, but the sensation made the air leave her lungs. She breathed on his face. "Ohhh, baby..." Resting her hands on his shoulders she brought him close and rested her forehead on his. They kissed long and sweet.

When they came apart the room was quiet. It seemed she had finished what she needed to do. She pulled away, blushing, grabbing some toilet paper. "You are such an asshole."

"This was your idea."

"You didn't have to turn it up so high!"

"Oh please, you could barely hear it."

"What if he'd actually wanted my signature? What then?"

"Maybe I would have unzipped you and had you sign."

"Why not just let me run naked through the lobby?"

His gaze caught hers. "You would love that."

"No I wouldn't." But he knew better. She was always skinny dipping and streaking, exposing herself where others might be gifted with the sight of her. The thought of being naked in the lobby clearly pleased her, and besides, she was terrible at bluffing. He put his cheek against hers and whispered: "What if I made you do it? What if I locked you out of the room until you'd taken a video of yourself dashing through the lobby? Or maybe tied you to the ice-machine with your hands behind your back and a blindfold on and a sign reading "Help cool my tits!" How about it? Would you want that?"

Oh boy...just picturing it was enough to give her goosebumps, imagining all of those eyes feasting on her. Would he really have her do it?

He pulled her into the bedroom. "Maybe some other time. Right now, I've got something else in mind." Her heart skipped a beat as he brought her to the office chair and sat her down. "Stay." She did as she was told, watching as he considered the ball gag she'd worn in the suitcase. He set it aside and reached into one of the duffle bags, pulling out a gag in the shape of a cock. He looked at her a moment, then lifted her legs high in the chair and pushed the gag into her pussy. It only went in an inch or so, but that was all she needed after the torture in the luggage, and she let out a small cry. He went back to the duffle and soon returned with a roll of bondage tape, a blindfold, and a coin. "What's that for?" she asked. He didn't answer, merely began taping her ankles above her head, and her hands behind her back. The coin and blindfold remained untouched. "What's that for?" she asked again. This time he smiled and pressed his lips to hers, pulling the cock gag out as he did. She gasped in his mouth, and he whispered: "You'll see." He took a small paddle from behind his back, and her eyes went wide. "All I want is for you to count."

"Count whaaa!" Her question was lost as she cried from the sting. Taped to the chair as she was, her ass stuck straight out, pussy poking up from between her thighs. He glanced down. The paddle had left an imprint on her left cheek. He raised it again, and she remembered: "One!"

By the time they got to thirty both her ass cheeks were glowing red, as were the tops of her thighs. He rubbed and patted at her pussy with the paddle but stopped short of hitting it. Halfway through he'd put the cock gag back into her. Now he pulled it out again. She moaned. "Ohh god...please fuck me?"

"My, aren't we thirsty." He pulled a bottle of lube from their luggage and set it by the coin. "Don't you worry, my little queen, you'll have that soon enough. But first, we need to set the mood." Others would have dimmed the lights, but he turned on every bulb in the room. She looked on, curious, as he took out her vibrating wand and set it on the bed next to the roll of tape. Then he did something she hadn't expected: he wheeled her over to the window. Then he picked up the coin.

"Heads?" he said, "Or tails?"

Heat began to flood her body as she took his meaning. The curtains had remained closed, but it seemed that might change. Her mind ran it through: ground floor, easy to see in. But it was late...and rather cold out. No one would be taking a casual stroll out there. She took a breath. "Tails."

The coin flipped through the air, then landed on her stomach. Trussed up as she was, she couldn't see it, only feel the cool metal on her skin. He looked down at it. Then, slowly, he crouched in front of her and pressed his lips to her clit, gently kissing it. She shuddered, and her mouth fell open, and when it did the gag was pushed between her lips. She opened wide, tasting herself. She tasted good, very good from the way he worked his tongue between her legs. But then he nibbled her lips, and as she gasped he slid the coin to the front of her breasts. Just before the blindfold came down she saw the head on the coin staring right back at her and thought, 'My first audience...'

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The blindfold was on. She was gagged, and tied, and where she needed to be. And best yet: she'd lost the coin toss. But there was no need to rush. The inevitability of what was to come needed to be savored. He pumped a few squirts of lube into his hands, and began exploring her body. He started at her stomach and slowly moved upwards. His palms squeezed and kneaded what they found, and she moaned into the gag as his palms dug the clamps into her nipples. His hands left her, but then she heard them lathering up again, and knew they would not be gone for long.

Now they were at her groin, rubbing gently around her vulva, pressing firmer and firmer with each rotation. She bucked under his hand, and suddenly she felt the tip of his cock pressing at her entrance. When the fuck did he move around me? She hadn't noticed, and soon no longer cared as he pushed himself into her. Her toes clenched, and her pussy gripped him tight. The gag had loosened her up a bit, but she could still feel him stretching her out, hitting the back of her pussy again and again as he thrust in and out. She moaned low and hard. This was what it meant to be FUCKED.

That was when she heard: the rattle and scrape of the blinds being pushed back. Her skin prickled as she felt the presence of the outside world peering in on them. She could hardly believe it -- he didn't normally expose himself, yet his ass was practically pressed against the window. But it didn't last long. She felt him pulse inside of her, his movements jerky, a low groan reaching up his throat. A warming sensation filled her insides, and she trembled as he spasmed, drained himself, growing smaller and smaller inside her. He held her head as he pulled the dildo from her mouth. She took a few deep breaths, gasping for air as she heard him say: "Clean it off."

She didn't reply, only stuck out her tongue, and soon his cock was pressed to the back of her throat. It had shrunk quite a bit, and she had an easy time of slobbering all over him, making a real show out of it. She had forgotten about the window and was simply going to town. Then he sighed and whispered, "Such a beautiful night..." The image of her nakedness, her bondage, and what she was doing to him flooded her mind. She pictured herself from outside, pussy drooling with cum, tits erect, nipples full, a cock at her lips, and her working it like there was a prize to be won. Her body tingled and her pussy gaped in the open air. She hadn't quite cum...but almost.

He pulled his cock out of her mouth and left her panting in the chair. A moment later his fingers grazed her pussy. "Ohhh," she said. "That feels good."

"I'm glad," he said. "Think you might cum soon?"

She nodded. "Uh-huh."

"You sure?"

"Yes, daddy."

"Good. In that case..." His fingers left her. She sat up, confused, when she felt something being placed on her stomach. It was cool and smooth to the touch, and the end of it curved to rest against her pussy, pressing gently on her clit. She heard the sound of tape, and felt it being strapped to her. It began to buzz. She let out a moan.

"That should keep you company for a little while," he said. "But in case you need something else to focus on..." His fingers pinched at the sides of her nipple and slipped the metallic clamps off of her. Nipple one was not ready and was treated to a sharp slash of pain -- nipple two knew what was coming and instead she throbbed and ached; but both stood stiff in the air. To feel different pain on either side of her chest, all while a steady vibration buzzed gently at her clit...was a lot to manage. Then the thought of the open window reminded itself. She blushed, and felt blood rush to her groin, where a wave was beginning to build.

"There," he said. "That should keep you busy." His voice drifted away from her. "Now I'm going to take a shower. You just stay right there, make yourself nice and comfy and I'll be back in a little bit."

"Ohh, nooo...baby...please...I'm gonna cum if you leave me like this..." Her voice was a whisper, and he knew she was close. "Oh," he said, "You don't understand: come as many times as you like. Now, to make sure you don't make any more noise..." She felt him move closer and press the gag against her lips. She opened them with a pout, but then he stopped. "Actually, let me ask: would you rather have this in your mouth, or your ass?"

"Mouth," she said.

"I know," he said. "We'll flip a coin! How appropriate: heads, or tails?" She felt him pluck the coin from her breast -- she'd forgotten it was there -- and heard it ping as he flicked it in the air. "Call it, slut."

"Ohhhhhh, shit shit shit, heads!" She felt the coin land on her stomach. "Heads!" He didn't say anything, only stood silently above her. She felt the gag press against the tip of her asshole, and she said, "Oh fuck, can we do a raincheck on this? Just not now, I need to...oh!" The the cock moved away from her ass, rubbed around her pussy, trailed up through her breasts and forced itself between her teeth. "It was heads," he said mildly, strapping the gag on her head. Then he ran his finger down behind her legs, and she squealed as he popped it half-way in her rear. "But I'll take you up on that raincheck." She squealed again as he ran his finger in a circle, pressing up towards where the vibe was doing work on her clit.

That did it. She came hard, and as her body moved with the orgasm his finger slid in and out of her, her ass clenching down on it over and over. Only when she'd collapsed back into the chair a trembling mess did he remove it, and it felt so good sliding out she almost came a second time. That was where he left her: strapped to the chair, blindfold on, gag in, nipples hard and alert, pussy spread wide before the open window, a vibrator working away at her clit. A moment later she heard the shower turn on, and the bathroom door shut. How long would she stay here like this?

A moan escaped the gag as she felt another orgasm building. She thought about what he had said, that she could come as many times as she liked. How generous. It was certainly easier than holding them back. But she was sensitive. The vibe was not set on low. As she braced for what was to come she shifted her lips. The vibrator pressed further into her clit, and she moaned again.

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He watched her cum a second time from the bathroom door. Lost as she was in her situation she had failed to hear it open. From this angle all he could see were her hands gripping the back of the seat, and her knees twitching up and down as she panted and moaned. That first orgasm had been a doozy, and it seemed this one wasn't any different. He smiled, pleased with what he'd arranged for her. No doubt she was absolutely gushing from the fact that she'd been placed by the window. No doubt she thought the blinds were as open as her legs. And they were. But what she probably hadn't noticed in the moments before the blindfold came down was the second set of blinds nestled behind the first. Those had remained closed. She was on display. Just not in the way she thought.

But it hardly mattered. Later on he'd lift the blindfold, she would have a good laugh, and then he would show her the pictures he'd taken on her phone, and they would scratch that same itch all over again. For now he gently closed the door, then went to take a long, hot shower.