I think about changing before I start my ride to number 3. But, thinking ahead and working out a plan to get her into the right mood and position I want her in, it would be better for me to change there. I pull up to the cheap little hotel. The place looks like a dump and the room can be rented by the hour. This helps me in two ways: first it is discreet enough that I can bring as many women here as I want without question, and second just about everyone here is moaning their way thought their visit. Screams of pain don't bring the cops especially when they are followed by a loud "Oh fuck yes! Give me more!"
The guy at the desk always keeps my room clean and ready. I pay him off with Polaroids of some of my girls that like to show off how sexy they look. Sometimes I make a new girl hand him the picture and make her look at his greedy face as he sees her naked and ogles over her. It works out to be a good system.
I grab my bag of necessities from the trunk and take my time fiddling with the door. Chances are number 3 heard the car and is hoping for it to be me, the key in the door will heighten her anticipation. I walk into the dimly lit room and move in front of the closet and just stand for a minute. I drop my bag on the bed and click on the tv. It is some game show filled with loud noises and goofy music. I turn it down so only the loudest parts are heard and the rest is just white noise. I want her to hear my movements.
I slowly undress and get the shower going. I leave the door open and let the steam and the clean smell of my soaps fill both rooms. I dry quickly and pull on some comfortable jeans. I sit on the bed a moment and blankly stare at the TV. I waiting to hear any sort of sound from the closet. Waiting for her to make a noise to get my attention. She is silent, I can't even hear her breath. I stand and open the closet door just a crack then go back to sitting on the bed. After another silent moment I smile and invite her out with:
"Come, and stand before me."
Out of the corner of my eye I watch number 3 make her way out of the closet. The first thing I see is her head pushing the door open, then her eyes that are still covered with the black silk scarf. It makes a good contrast to her short cropped blond hair. The pale wood ball held in her mouth by straps shows some darkening from the hours she has been holding it. I have always preferred wooden gags. They are less durable and need to be replaced more frequently but, are more telling when it comes to how much she drools and how hard she has bitten it. I have a collection of wood ball gags that have well defined teeth marks in them. Each one a story of pain and ecstasy. I can tell she hasn't bitten into the one in her mouth and I internally nod my head in admiration.
I am equally impressed when I see that the black cotton bra and leather straps are still where I left them. Her black hip hugging thong and thigh straps are also exactly where they were when I put them on. I left her locked in the dark for nearly four hours, she could not have just stood there the whole time. She found a way to sit and stand again without struggling against her confines. It means she has had me on her mind that whole time. The first few times I tied her up I made her think I left but, she was totally blind so I could silently watched her struggle to get comfortable in her bindings.
She loves to be tied up but only if I would then violate her angrily. I knew she need to be pushed further because she started buying her own under things that mimicked what I liked to tie her up with. Those first few times she couldn't get over not being touched while she was tied up. After I showed how displeased I was when her ties had obviously been strained against she got the idea. Now from the look of her moist thighs and how her finger tips quiver with every movement she can't wait for what is to come. I won't disappoint. I have been thinking about just what to do to her for weeks. Waiting for her to earn the satisfaction her body needs.
She needs to take short, careful steps to make her way too me. The straps I put around her upper thighs keep her knees together and the straps around her middle tie her hands behind her back up to the elbow. With no balance and no sight she makes good time and only bumps the bed once at the corner and turns almost directly in front of the tv. I marvel at how the little amount of sound in the room gives her a clear picture of where she is.
I let a sound build in my throat. It is almost a hum but has the up and down tone of appreciation. She bows her head and tries to smile around the gag.
After a moment I reach back into my bag and pull out a pair of scissors. Usually I try my best to make sure my ties can be used again and again. But number 3 has impressed me greatly today and she is worth the cost of buying new straps.
I start to open and close the scissors slowly so she can hear the sound. She starts to bounce in anticipation and excitement. She knows that I mean to cut her free snip by snip, she knows she has pleased me.
I open the scissors a last time and glide the full edge of one cool blade down the side of her face, starting at the temple. I let the scissor blades gently run down her cleavage and trim belly moving them on edge as I pass them just over the center of her thong. I let the flat cool edges touch as much inner thigh as possible. I choose the bottom strap on her left leg, put it into the mouth of the shears, and quickly snip it loose. She shudders and grinds her thighs together as much as possible. This close to her I am enveloped in her smell. Most women don't understand how sexy their pussies smell, and just about all of them think their sweat is disgusting. Think of your favorite fuck. It was sweaty and you're pussy was dripping wet, at least I hope so. There is nothing sexier than a woman's natural smell, sweaty, dirty and wet gets me hard every time. Number 3 was no exception. Her time in the closet and desperate desire to be satisfied all come through in the smell of her pussy and sweat on her brow. With my recently cleansed body I know that every bit of scent will come from her and what she does to make me sweat.
The next cut I make shows me just what I want to see. I take one blade of the scissors and slide it under the strap of her thong just inside her hip bone. Then I move it towards me pulling the fabric away from her skin. Just as I can see the top of her beautiful folds I pull and snip. The panties snap open and reveal her nakedness.
