Work travel while not overly enjoyable did have one big benefit for me. It allowed me to indulge in my secret little fetish of wearing lingerie and pleasuring myself. I had never told my wife of my secret love of wearing frilly lingerie for the natural fear that she wouldn't understand or even worse think less of me for it, so traveling was the perfect opportunity to indulge myself with no fear of being found out.
I got back to my hotel room after a long day of meetings and after talking to my wife on the phone for a bit decided to lay down for a little fun before going to dinner. I had been wearing red silk and lace panties all day and feeling the wonderful stretchy silk caressing me down there had me plenty worked up. I stripped down to my panties and the matching bra that I had on too and laid down on the bed.
After doing this for years I had my methods down packed to give me maximum pleasure. I got myself worked up by stroking and squeezing my cock and balls before moving up to the tip of my cock and began teasing through the silk. Edging the tip was the best part. My tip was so sensitive, especially under the silk, that I could get myself incredibly worked up before finally blowing. I had been doing this for probably about 10 to 15 minutes and was just about to start stroking my shaft again when I heard a throat clear.
I bolted my eyes open and was shocked to see the maid standing there with a shocked yet also slightly mischievous look on her face. Equally shocking was that she had her phone in her hand and appeared to be filming me. In my hurry to get started with my fun I had forgotten to put the do not disturb sign on the door.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" she said widening that mischievous grin. "You're not the first guy I've walked in on jacking off, but you are the first I've seen jacking off in women's lingerie. That set does look good on you by the way."
By this point I was burning hot from embarrassment and no doubt my face matched my bra and panties as I tried to stammer out an excuse. "I can explain..." I said weakly.
"What's there to explain?" she said cutting me off. "You're a pervert who gets off on wearing women's underwear and hitting on hotel maids." Somewhat in my defense this maid was very attractive. She was almost as tall as I am, so just under 6 feet, with long silky-smooth black hair. She had long slender legs that looked great in the pantyhose she wore with a nice curvy chest that was accentuated by the form fitting blouse she was wearing. I had made a few comments, that one could also interpret as passes, and she had seemed to take it in stride at the time.
"Can't we just forget about this?" I pleaded. I tried to pull the covers over me, but she quickly grabbed then and yanked them back.
"Why would I want to do that?" she asked smirking at me. She then held up the phone and hit play and I saw myself teasing my cock through my silky red panties.
"What are you going to do with that?" I asked terrified.
She gave me an evil looking grin as she said, "I don't know. It depends on how much you're willing to cooperate."
I gulped as I said, "Cooperate?"
"That's right my little panty boy." she said wickedly. "You're going to do what I say if you want that video to stay only on my phone." She took my silence for assent and turned and rolled her cleaning cart into the room.
"Now lay back." she said. As I did, she pulled a roll of duct tape from the cart. "Feed your arms through the bars on the headboard." Once my wrists were fed through the bars, she wrapped each in several layers of the duct tape binding me in place.
"Not as good as handcuffs but it'll do." she said grinning as she tested the restraints and saw that I wouldn't be moving until she was ready for me to. I must have looked scared to death, and I was, because she gave me a sweet smile that sent chills through me and said, "Don't be nervous baby. I won't be too rough on you."
She then looked down at my hardon that was still tenting the silk and lace panties I had on. Another wicked grin and she said, "You know I think you like this despite your protests. You're still rock hard. You must like dominant women. You have fantasies of women dominating you that your wife doesn't fulfil. That's why you come to hotels and wear lingerie and jack off. Something like this was flashing through your mind before I interrupted, wasn't it?"
Damn! Could this woman read minds?! I was still burning from embarrassment, and I could feel sweat start to form on my face as she basically told me my fantasy life that I hadn't told anyone. When I didn't answer her right away, she gave me another sweet grin that I would learn was a cover for her dominant side and said, "You know baby the first thing about being a sub is obeying the one in control and that's clearly me. I asked you a question." Then before I could try to answer she moved her gaze down to my hardon and ran one of her fingers up from bottom to top on one side of my hardon. The sensation was unreal, even though she didn't touch my cock she caused the silk to rub against its whole length.
