Hi! My name is Catherine, but my friends call me Kit. Well, they used to call me Cat, and then Kitty Cat, but finally settled on Kit. And I've got a secret. What's that? You want to know more? Sure! I have shoulder length brunette hair with a slight natural wave to it, and sparkling green eyes. I've been told that I look good in a bikini, showing off my 38C breasts, trim abdomen and waist, well-rounded hips and long, shapely legs. What? Not enough? What do you want? Ohhh... you want to know my secret. Hmmm... I guess you look trustworthy. OK. Here it is.
*Looks around, making sure no one else is listening* Well, I have this secret joy of dressing up in fetish gear. You look a little disappointed, but there's more. I live in rather a small town, so I have to order these things online. And while I can wear these things in the privacy of my own home, to get any further solitary thrills, I've discovered something called self-bondage, with which I've been carefully experimenting. I suppose I could tell you about a few of the kinky things I've done in my home, but I'd much rather tell you about a recent trip I took for my employer.
I'd been sent on a business trip to Philadelphia and had arranged for a room at a hotel in a famous square near the city center. It's really an upscale area, which I looked forward to visiting. What made me very excited to go was that I'd learned there were some fetish shops in the city. My co-workers had no clue about my secret joy of dressing up in fetish gear, so I was hoping to find some free time to explore such shops and see their offerings firsthand. When I arrived at the hotel, I was given the key to my room, located on what I thought was the uppermost floor. As I rode the elevator, I noticed there were two more floors above mine. Curious, I asked one of the front desk clerks, "Are there really two more floors above mine?"
"Oh yes, Miss," he replied. "But they're mostly empty, since they've been gutted to some extent during the remodeling. They're being converted into future apartments for more long-term stays."
The next day's meetings went well and finished so smoothly that I had some free time after them to explore the area before it got dark. I decided to seek out some stores that catered to fetish/bondage life styles. I was too shy to ask the concierge about them, but they had information posted online, so I went exploring on my own. There are no local shops in my home town that can supply the sort of things that I want, so up until then, as I've said, everything I'd bought was done over the internet. This was my chance to see the real things firsthand in brick and mortar stores.
Before too long, I found one such shop. Upon entering and looking around, my eyes may have bulged in surprise. They had great stuff, so I went wild. Even the smell of all that leather and latex thrilled me. The young woman who was clerking there was very courteous and helpful. She even told me, "We're running a special at the moment. With all orders, there's a little gift included, so please feel free to browse."
The lingerie that they had was just perfect! I got a matching bra, panties, garter belt and stockings. What really caught my eye was the variety of toys. They had a combination police cuff set, the ones that have handcuffs and leg cuffs connected by a chain forcing your hands to remain at waist high when standing, vibrators that were noise activated and butt plugs and collars. I felt I could use some of my travel account per diem funds to defer the overall cost to a certain extent, so I bought what caught my fancy.
I hurried back to the hotel with my new finds and decided to relax and get some sleep. The next day went very well and the papers were signed and faxed to my company by noon. I had the room for one more day so I explored more and had a fine dinner and a drink at the bar. There were some good looking older men in the hotel, but I decided that I didn't want any entanglements since I was leaving the next day.
I headed back to my room and relaxed but I was dying to see the new lingerie on me. It was still early evening, so I put my new outfit on and checked myself in the mirror.
"DAMN!!! I LOOK LIKE A HIGH PRICED HOOKER!" I exclaimed. I strutted around the room pretending to be a call girl and it felt like fun.
I wanted an adventure now. My curiosity blossomed as I remembered the staff telling me about the area on the floors above me. I had to see what was up there.
I decided to use the stairwell, since my room was right across from it. I didn't want anyone wondering why the elevator would be traveling up to those floors at night. It was late and all was dead silent as I open the door to look out from my room. Since I had no idea what I might encounter, I put my coat on over the lingerie I was wearing and headed up the stairwell. As I climbed, there was an echo that made my heels sound like an explosion going on, so I shifted to try to only walk on the balls of my feet.
I climbed the stairs and as I went up, cringed at the amount of noise my heels were making any time they happened to strike a step. Reaching the top of the stairs I opened the door and was surprised to see the top floor was completely empty except for piles of construction material and furniture in stacks. There were no walls, only vertical support beans. It was dark, merely illuminated by city lights diffusing in through the windows and the exit signs glowing in the darkness.
It was then I decided that it looked safe enough to have some excitement. I returned to my room and got my new toys, placing them in a plastic bag I'd found in the bathroom. I moved quickly and as quietly as possible but that was of course impossible in that echoing stairwell. This time I'd left my coat in my room now that I knew where I was going. It was thrilling being so exposed in my sexy lingerie as I left my room.
I opened the door to the top floor and entered, walking to the far end of the floor. Opening the vibrator package, I filled its battery compartment and inserted it inside my pussy. It was egg shaped with a tail that extended out of me. I really could feel it inside me, since it was a very good size. The butt plug was next. After all, I figured if I was going to do this, I should do it right. I took the collar out and put it around my neck pulling it tight, it was high and restricted my head movement. It was then I noticed the small bell connected to the front of the collar, this must have been the free gift that I was told about. The bell tinkled distinctly in the dead quiet of the room each time I moved.
Pulling out the cuffs, I squatted down and secured my ankles. That's when the vibrator turned on and sent a thrill through me. I realized the chain noise must have triggered the vibrator. I stood up and just the noise from the chains shifting triggered the vibrator again. Quickly I closed the cuffs on my wrists, but at that point I realized the keys were still in my room.
"OhMyGawd!! I'M REALLY TRAPPED!" raced through my consciousness.
Looking around, I saw that it was a long way to the stairs and my freedom. This had taken a real turn in excitement level, maybe not for the best, though. I could just see the next day's six o'clock news, reporting that a woman had been found chained in a hotel by her own doing, plus a video clip shown on the eleven o'clock news.
I grabbed my plastic bag and started to shuffle my way across the vast open floor space toward the door to the stairwell. I was near the elevator when I heard it 'ding' and saw on the indicator that it was coming up. I didn't know which floor it might be headed toward, but I sped my movements toward the stairwell. The vibrator started from the sounds of the chain links, and I moaned but kept watching the elevator indicator rise. I waited until I could tell it was definitely coming to this floor and then I scurried and dove behind a pile of drywall. I wound up lying flat on my front in the dust. I heard the elevator door open and footsteps. I hoped that it was the night clerk making his security rounds, and that peering behind drywall was not on his checklist.
He walked around a bit and then left by the elevator. Muscles aching from holding myself motionless, I shifted a bit and that started the vibrator. I prayed he didn't hear it or my sudden grunt. I had to fight to stifle my desire to moan. My heart was thumping so hard that I was surprised that the vibrator didn't hear it in my chest.
I got to my feet and the chain's noises of me getting up activated the vibrator anew! I fell back to my knees, which made sounds that just extended the run time on the vibrations. I was getting wet and very frustrated.
Skittish now, I took the plastic bag and moved as fast as I could and almost made it to the door when the vibrator again turned on and didn't stop, I fell to my knees, and it was driving me crazy. But it stopped and I quietly opened the door with a push.
I was breathing hard and my legs were shaky as I started my trip down the first flight of stairs. But not for long, since the echoes of my heels and bell triggered the vibrator and I had to sit down on the steps to catch my breath. It appeared now to be a very long way down indeed. It seemed the least noise in the stairwell was amplified by echoes and the vibrator responded. I was in the middle of the first flight of stairs when the first full orgasm hit me, and I do mean hit. It shook me to my core as my eyes went out of focus and my eyeballs rolled back in their sockets!
I laid there spread open and helpless, just moving stirred more sensations and I had to be very quiet or the vibrator would just trigger again. I was afraid I'd go into an endless loop of moaning that would trigger it all the more. I had three more sets of stairs to get down to my floor but the echoes generated as I went down one more flight flooded me with another body quivering orgasm. I decided I'd better get out of the stairwell for a breather and exited onto the floor above mine. I wasn't clearly thinking straight, or I might've noticed that this floor was brightly lit, unlike the floor above.
But seconds later, I heard a subtle whine of a power screwdriver, a rasping sound of tape, and the soft, wet sounds of joint compound -- someone was working, hanging drywall from the sounds of it. Before I could gather my wits and dive back into the stairwell, I heard two guys chatting as they approached! There were some drop-cloths covering boxes of furniture or something, so I slithered under one, hiding.
"I wish we didn't have to put in overtime like this, George. I like going to happy hour at the bar right after work. I haven't picked up a woman in days," he laughed.
"Jim, we only had a few pieces of drywall to hang to finish that room. Now the joint compound will be ready for sanding tomorrow. And it's not that late. Maybe you can still get lucky." There was the sound of a masculine hand giving his buddy an encouraging slap on his back.
I could tell from their voices that they were quite close to me. Not daring to move a muscle, I was hoping they were headed for the elevator, and either home or a bar. That's when I heard the footsteps pause.
"George, who left this chain lying here? Someone could trip over it." Moments later, I shrieked when there was a tug at the chain connected to my ankles as my feet were dragged out from under the drop-cloth. "Hot damn! There's a woman attached to the chain! Look!" Seconds later, the drop-cloth was lifted and I was fully revealed. "What in the hell are you doing here, lady?" a gruff voice asked. "Poking around to steal things? We'd better call the manager!"
"No! Please don't -- Jim, is that your name?" He nodded, still suspicious. "I didn't know the floor was occupied! I was just playing a little bondage game with myself, using... my... new... toys... oh FUCK!" Since I was nervous and scared, I'd managed to ignore the vibrator for a while, but our loud voices kicked it into high gear and I couldn't prevent myself from cumming as they watched, wide-eyed.
"Did you just cum?" Jim asked, his voice tinged with incredulity.
"Yes," I managed to gasp, panting. "I have a sound activated vibrator in my... inside me. Our loud voices must've set it off," I concluded in a whisper.
He got a strange grin on his face, saying, "So if I do this..." and he started clapping his hands together loudly near my crotch. The vibrator immediately sprang to life and I began writhing on the floor, pleading with him to stop. I needed to catch my breath.
