Post Orgasm Torment Weekend Getaway - Part 1
My girlfriends are always rattling on about their husbands' long hours and stressful jobs. Well, my husband Tom is no exception. For too long, now, he comes home to me each weeknight stressed and spent, unable to do much for himself, let alone me. I thought he could use some stress relief, his favorite kind of stress relief. As is so often the case, we'd been so busy that we hadn't made any plans for the weekend. I didn't want to waste a perfectly good summer weekend, so I made the plans for us.
You see, since I first met him, I knew that Tom was into BDSM and the like. Though he would occasionally tie me up, he much preferred the role of sub. He especially loved being tied up tightly and gagged, and tormented in various ways. At first, I wasn't into that kind of thing, but Tom really enjoys it. So I've learned to find ways to meet his needs while also having my own needs met. Over time, I've learned to have fun with it, and now I look forward to our periodic escapades. I've actually gotten good at the domme role, and it's fun for both of us. This would be a wonderful time to put my acquired skills to the test.
In the summer when everyone heads to the beaches and mountains, parks and resorts, the local hotels here in the suburbs that cater to business travelers sit mostly empty. Some are very nice, with suites that have separate living rooms and kitchenettes, swimming pools, exercise rooms, and good restaurants. So I went online, and very quickly found a perfect suite at a great price at the hotel by the motorway on the other side of town. Perfect! We would have privacy, peace and quiet, with no one to call or bother us. So I booked the room for Friday night and all the way through to Monday morning.
It was time to indulge. First, I called Tom and told him to take Monday off. "Why?" he asked. "No questions", I replied. I'm sure he understood that I had something in mind. He would be happy to have an extra day off, anyway. "We're going away for the weekend. We'll leave on Friday after supper", I said. "Where?" he asked. "No questions!" I replied. "Don't worry. I'll take care of everything, including the packing". He accepted my plan, then got busy again and didn't think much about it.
After our phone call, I headed out shopping. For me, I purchased a book I had long had my eye on but never bought, not wanting to splurge on something I didn't have time for. But it was time to splurge now. The shop also had a lovely set of pastel colored pencils that I bought, along with a sketch pad. I love to draw, and it would be wonderful to have some uninterrupted creative time. On the way home I stopped off for some bath beads and a few good bottles of wine. I didn't need to pick anything up for Tom. We already had everything he would need.
I assembled a small kit for him. It included some "slave outfits" for him to wear - tight little bikinis and thongs, plus a speedo for him to wear to the pool. That's all the clothing he would need, and that's all I was packing. An under bed restraint set, blindfold, gags, e-stim thingies, and other odds and ends rounded out his kit. I also threw in a camera and a webcam. We were going to have some fun, indeed!
I couldn't stop thinking about Friday, but Tom wasn't thinking about it. I was pleased with my plans, knowing we would both have a good time, each in our own way. Tom was just busy as usual. Soon, I would be giving him something else to think about. Something much better.
When Friday morning came, I stopped him before he got in the shower. "After your shower I want you to come see me before you get dressed". He knew not to ask questions, and appeared before me 20 minutes later wearing only a towel. "I want you to put this on!" I handed him a little, stainless steel chastity lock. He said nothing, and had to fight his instant arousal to get the thing on. After locking it, I quickly grabbed the key. "OK, off to work with you!" and, off he went. Now I was sure he would be wishing the work day would pass quickly.
Having a pretty good idea about what I had in mind for him, he made sure not to work late. When he arrived home, I already had everything packed and ready to go. "I've already laid out your clothes. Go put them on." On the bed I left for him a rather plain set of T shirt and shorts, but hidden underneath he would be wearing a colorful little thong bikini underwear. Pretty soon, that's all he would be wearing. In the meantime, I ordered some takeout so we could have a quick meal before getting on the road. I didn't want to have to fuss, later, finding a place for dinner. Maybe we'd eat out tomorrow night, but for tonight I had other plans.
After dinner, we prepared to leave on our adventure. Tom asked "Where are we going?" "Don't you worry about that. I'll drive" I replied. Again, he knew to comply. When we got in the car, I handed Tom a "special" pair of sunglasses. On the outside, they looked like regular, wraparound sunglasses, but the insides of the lenses were sanded almost like frosted glass, making it impossible to see more than a few feet in front of him. They were, in effect, a blindfold that enabled you to see where you were walking but that was all. Discrete, but effective. "Put these on and don't ask questions", I commanded.
Even though the hotel was only 5 minutes from home, I got on the highway and drove around for over an hour. I didn't want Tom to know where we were going. This would keep him off balance and very excited. He truly had no idea where we were going, and he couldn't see anything. Were we going to the mountains? The beach? The airport? He would never find out exactly where we went.
When we arrived at the hotel, I parked in a quiet corner of the parking lot where no one was around. Then I produced a pair of handcuffs. I had to check in and pick up the room key, and I didn't want Tom removing his blindfold sunglasses and seeing where we were. I wanted him to think we were over an hour from home at some distant, unknown place, and not just 5 minutes down the road. "Put your hands behind your back" I instructed. After locking him, I left the car to go check in. "I'll be right back. Don't try to remove those glasses or you'll ruin everything". I was exaggerating, of course, but his excitement was palpable. I was back in a few minutes, and drove us over to our room. I removed his handcuffs discretely and gently led him over to our weekend suite.
Upon arriving at our room, I closed the curtains, including the blackout curtains, so that we would have complete privacy, and so that Tom wouldn't know where we were. I also removed all the hotel papers, menus and things that identified the hotel. We had four rooms, the bedroom, bathroom, kitchenette, and living room. It was perfect. I sat Tom on a chair and instructed him to leave his sunglasses on while I unpacked and prepared.
My evening would be spent quietly in the hotel lounge with a cup of tea, some sweets, and my new book. Tom's evening would be quite different. I replaced his sunglasses with a locking blindfold, which he would be wearing continuously until tomorrow. He looked so cute and vulnerable in his blindfold that I sat on his lap, and running my fingers through his hair, I kissed him intensely. While kissing, I moved his hand into my panties and motioned him onward. My orgasm came with my arms wrapped around him and our tongues intertwined. I'm sure he was really feeling the constraints of his chastity lock now.
I was quite satisfied so far, and now it was his turn to get his kind of attention. So, I got his "toys" together. I arranged nylon straps under the bed so I could tie him spread eagle style. I covered the bed with a shiny red "sex blanket" that was impenetrable to liquids. These sheets are great for sexy photos and video, and they keep the underlying bedding clean and dry, so we could have all the fun we wanted and not have to worry. I had him remove his outer clothes so that all he was wearing was his thong bikini, then I laid him on the bed and strapped down his arms and legs, tightening each one little by little until he was very tight and totally immobile, but not so tight that he lost any circulation. I test tickled him to make sure nothing was loose.