I protested. Admittedly I only protested gently. It was more of a tease for effect than a genuine desire for her to stop. It wasn't the first time I'd played games with Abi since we started dating. We tied each other up, dressed up, role played. We'd been rough and gentle. We'd bitten and spat and talked dirty. The dirty talk was the only thing that had been kind of a turn off. I couldn't take her seriously and she didn't take me seriously when we tried. As far as everything else went however, we were open to it and eager to keep trying new things. I could see that things were escalating and I was open to it, was enjoying it. When she called me up that day and told me to meet her at a hotel I was ready for the next step. I dutifully showered beforehand wondering what she'd planned. My dick couldn't avoid getting hard as I soaped up my genitals. It briefly crossed my mind to rub one out quickly as my mind raced. I slipped my hand up and down my shaft till the head was swelling, ready to go. I let go. I breathed and tried to think about work, the drudgery of the day and the inevitable next day, till my excitement became something more manageable. I dried off and dressed nicely; my dick persistently and aggressively pushing against my trousers as soon as they were on, trying to escape. Throughout my uber ride I thought the driver would say something. He didn't seem to notice and if he did, he didn't seem to care. The same went for the busy lobby of the plush hotel. I had the room number of the suite. I almost ran out of the elevator and up to room 1452. My only instructions were that I should arrive there and I should do whatever I was told. I knocked and adopted what I thought was a suitably submissive stance.
The door swung open. I might have been a little disappointed. I didn't know what to expect. I figured at the very least she'd be clad in leather or latex, whip in hand. She still looked stunning though. The long tight black dress showed off her athletic body, her perky breasts. She had gone all out on the makeup and jewels. It was glamorous more than slutty. She looked like some 1950s movie starlet. Over her shoulder I saw a little table with candles and some food. A champagne bucket stood next to it. Deflated that this would be an excursion in romance rather than perversion I stepped up to give her a kiss. She gave me a look of anger and held out her hand in a stop motion. The angry face was a little too theatrical to be genuine but it had its affect. I stopped. She pointed inside and with as much dom as she could muster she said - sit down.
I smiled, which probably annoyed her. She had put so much effort into her part and I was struggling to take mine with the same dedication. I moved toward the table before she slammed the door shut and yelled at me - Not there!
The sound of the door slamming startled me. I was impressed by the way she was committing to her character. I looked at her and shrugged. She pointed, this time more emphatically, scowling as she did so. About three feet from the table there was a second wooden chair. I gave a quizzical look, shrugged again and sat down. She went to the bed where I saw, with relief and excitement, various restraints laid out. It looked like the start of some horror movie. My dick started to stir again. She handcuffed my arms behind my back. She tied the handcuffs to the chair. She tied my biceps to the chair so that not one part of my arms could move even an inch. I was impressed by her workmanship. She tied my ankles to the legs and then more ties around the bottom of my thighs. I was completely immobile, my legs splayed apart. She stood back and smiled for the first time at her handy work. She then walked up to me. Lifting her skirt a little, her naked knee pressed into my groin. I groaned a little. She reached down to my fly and started to unzip. She looked satisfied to see the inflated head of my penis struggling to get out. She stood back again and made an exaggerated motion of confusion. She even scratched her head and furrowed her brow. She went back to the bed and lifted up a huge pair of cloth cutting scissors. This was where I began to protest. The fact that the scissors were about to be in close proximity to my dick did not terribly concern me. The fact that I did not have a spare pair of trousers and didn't fancy walking out of the hotel dick in hand did. She gave me a stern look and ignored everything I said. Carefully, the scissors were slid down my boxers and trousers. I felt the cold steel slide precariously along my genitalia. In 3 snips she'd cut a line past my testicles and almost to my asshole. My dick was definitely free. I had never felt so aroused. She went back to the bed, carefully placed the scissors down and walked to the table and casually poured herself a glass of champagne. Then nothing happened. I expected a slap, a fondle, some more of the dreaded dirty talk but nothing happened. She refused to make eye contact. It was as if I wasn't there. After a few minutes I started to speak - So what now?
Abi let out a loud exasperated sigh. It felt a little rehearsed. I began to realize how carefully she had planned this out. - Mark. You have this one warning. You will not speak again for the rest of this night.
I was about to agree and then stopped myself. My confused dick started to deflate a little. Abi began to chew on a breadstick. Then there was a knock on the door. For a second I was worried that it was room service. I shot Abi a concerned look. My chair directly faced the door. My dick would be seen by anyone on the other side of that door. She didn't look back at me. I said nothing remembering my instructions. As she walked to the door, her tight ass moved up and down, straining against the fabric of her dress. We hadn't broached the subject of anal sex yet but I felt as though it was on the cards; another flutter in the groin. Abi opened the door. On the other side there was a man. Instinctively I moved my arms, desperate to cover up my exposed prick which was still contemplating Abi's anus. My arms were stuck fast. Abi and what looked like a very handsome man, taller and more muscly than me, kissed on the cheeks. I tried to pull my legs away but they wouldn't move. Something like anger caught me as I saw the man place a handsome muscly hand on Abi's ass. A rage came over me and I thought I would pull the ties apart but Abi apparently knew her knots. I could have shouted but I didn't. My movements were instinctive but the more rational part of me was still playing the game. I looked at Abi to try and get some recognition of where the evening was going. She did not look at me as she led the man across the room to the dining table. I did not look at the man's face but I was sure that he was under instructions to ignore me too.
She poured him champagne and they began to talk. The talk was inane. It was first date chatter and not even good first date chatter. With some relief I realized he was dull. He was a fitness instructor. He liked boats. He didn't vote because he wasn't very political. He chewed and talked at the same time. He slurped his champagne. They poured another. I was thirsty. My limp exposed dick even thought this was terrible as it began to shrivel away. Still though, I said nothing. As they finished off the last bites of the starter, Abi carefully dabbed her mouth with her napkin. The boring handsome man was still eating but she clutched his hand and put it on the table. She leaned forward giving him an unobstructed view of her beautiful, beautiful cleavage. My dick tapped once on the wooden chair. - Greg
Boring name, I silently thought. - In a moment I want to pull your cock out and suck your dick. Then I want you to lick my pussy. Then I want you to bend me over on all fours and fuck me really hard. I enjoy my hair being pulled but not like your trying to remove it, more like you're steering a horse. I like to be slapped like you mean it but not like you hate me. Understand? Oh hang on.
She tapped a finger on the side of her face. Again, it looked like a rehearsed move. - Just one problem.
For the first time in about half an hour she looked directly at me. I must have looked a sight. I had entered into some profound sexual shock. My mouth was open. My dick was stuck in some weird semi hard limbo. I had started to perspire. Abi stood up and went to the bed. She picked up a piece of black cloth and walked towards me. She tied it around my eyes. I think I tried to dodge but my impudence was rewarded with a slap around the neck and then as if to say sorry a slight and gentle caress of my dick. That little touch was enough to pull me into fully erect mode. Her nail lingered on my tip as I caught a whiff of her perfume.
