The Next Morning
So the next morning I woke up feeling not that bad all things considered and I lay there for a bit with my eyes still closed listening for a sound but I couldn't hear any so I opened my eyes and saw that Brandon was gone. And I moved a little then to try to see the clock on the bedside table and had to laugh cause my tits were kind of stuck to the sheets but of course they weren't really stuck-stuck. I couldn't see the clock that well cause it was turned mostly away from me and of course I couldn't move far to see it cause I was still cuffed to the bed. But it looked like it said 10:15 and I was wondering where Brandon was and if he would take the cuffs off me when he got back.
I could flip over on my back by crossing my arms above my head which felt good since my shoulders were kind of aching from being in that one position all night. But when I flipped I saw that there was an envelope on the pillow beside me that said 'Caitlyn' on the front.
I had to kind of shift around to get to it which wasn't too hard but once I got it I realized it would be difficult for me to open. In the end I had to grab it with my teeth and then get back up on my knees and move forward till I could pass it to my hands. I was able to rip the envelope open and got the letter with my teeth. Then I had to shift back down to drop it on the pillow.
Just when I got it in position there was a knock on the door.
"Housekeeping."
Which freaked me out because just imagine being found like that, in that position, cuffed and nude, by some nice foreign lady who just wants to make up the room and get out to do the next room. I was panicked and hoping she would just go away when I heard it again.
"Housekeeping" a little louder. And another knock. Two knocks this time.
So then I had to say something and it was kind of weak but all I could think of. "Can you? Do you mind if...if you don't mind coming back some time...some other time?"
And she was nice about it even though I'm sure it's an inconvenience in a profession like hers.
"Of course, Ma'am."
And I really liked that, the Ma'am I mean, cause it was like I was just 18 and here's this professional woman treating me like a real adult.
"Thank you. Thank you so much. Could you...you know...maybe just like an hour or even 2 hours or something" which I felt was too much to ask but then I had to look objectively at my position and I didn't even know if 2 hours would be enough.
And she was sweet again. "Of course, Ma'am. Or if you prefer you could call when you are ready for me."
"Oh yes! Thank you so much. I will. I will definitely call the minute I am...able to."
"Thank you Ma'am" and she went away. Thank God. I think some of those women in those service professionals can be so nice like that - I really do.
So now I could look at the letter and it said:
Caitlyn, you behaved admirably last night and I have decided to give you some time to yourself this morning. Use it well. You may stay in the room or go for a walk or see one of the other girls if they are free too. I've gone golfing and will be back around 5 p.m. You do have an appointment at 2 and another at 3:30 so be sure to be back in the room by then. I left a key on the nightstand. Tonight we have dinner at BTS again and then you and I will get to know one another better.
This morning I was in a rush and realize that I left you in a somewhat unfortunate position. But take heart. There is a phone on the floor beside the bed which you should be able to reach. Just get that and press the call button and that man of Jevon's - the white man he uses - will answer. He is expecting your call and will be able to help. He will fill you in on the appointments.
Till then Mon Cherie,
Brandon
Well it was clear enough but I was pretty upset, and not only because I had no idea what a 'mon cherie' was. I mean I was in the center of the bed and couldn't even stretch far enough to see the floor on either side, never mind pick something up from the floor. Plus my hands right then Duh! couldn't exactly pick anything up to begin with. So what good did a phone there do me? And why would he leave the phone on the floor to begin with? And why spend all the time to write the note when he could have used it to, well you know, uncuff me?
And then I realized that I was falling into the trap of being super critical with all these negative questions and even getting angry at him when if I knew what he was doing it probably made perfectly good sense like he was testing me for some reason, testing my ingenuity at least which was perfectly in his rights after spending all that money to help some orphans. Or maybe he just got confused like happens with me a lot, you never know.
And then I got all positive to replace the negativity which if I do say so myself I'm pretty good at, which is why my Mom had always said I should go out for cheering even if I never did. And I decided it was ingenuity and that I had no excuses and didn't want any and was capable of figuring this out.
Which turned out though to be easier said than done.
I made a good start though by thinking it through and realizing that there was no way my arms or hands could get over to the side of the bed. So it was going to be my legs and feet. And I got back on my belly to untwist my arms and stretched as far along the headboard as I could till my hips were at the edge of the bed and I could drop my legs over and feel along the floor with my feet. So first I did one side of the bed, the side we used for me to masturbate the night before. Problem was my legs would only stretch so far and I couldn't feel anything like a phone on the floor but also couldn't be sure it wasn't just out of reach of my feet. So then I shifted back to the bed and went to the other side where I still couldn't feel anything. Then I was kind of stumped but decided I'd try it again starting again with the masturbation side and this time I focused on twisting enough and stretching enough that my feet could explore a little further under the frame of the bed than the first time and there it was. Right where he said it would be.
Now I had the problem of figuring out how to pick it up with my feet but first I had to get it closer to the top of the bed cause that was the only place where I could touch it with both feet at the same time. And that worked out because I found I could kind of scrunch my toes into a little claw and grab the phone and drag it along the floor. And I made sure to bring it out from under the bed cause I didn't want to lose it by accidentally kicking it further in. Which I'm happy I thought of cause I don't think every girl would have.
So then it was right under my feet by the headboard and after that it was pretty easy to wedge it between both feet and slide my body back up till the phone got up high enough to drop it right on the edge of the mattress. Thank God it didn't bounce off to the floor again which I hadn't even thought of till it would have been too late. After that I just had to shift the phone deeper into the bed with my legs and then grab it under the sole of my foot and slide it up till it was first under my butt which I could slide it that way too and then finally flip over and use my knees to push it forward. Then I grabbed it with my mouth and knelt up and brought the phone to my hands.
Ingenuity. Probably the way a professor like Brandon thinks about life in general and I was learning a good lesson in thinking things through and coming up with my own ideas which I admit had never been my strong suit.
But you know good lesson or not I started laughing then at the thought of someone watching a nude girl do all these gyrations and gymnastics and thought of all the weird positions my body had been displayed in over the last 10 minutes. And I could laugh cause of course there was no one there to actually see it. That wouldn't have been as funny.
I got confused but only for a second when I realized I had no idea what Jack's cell number was, or Beth's. Or Jevon's. Certainly not Brandon's. And I was almost at the point of calling John's office, a number I know by heart, and realizing that I'd probably get Kim whose idea of a solution might be for me to blow her boyfriend, which had actually happened before, the idea from her, not the actual blowjob, I mean.
And that made me remember that Brandon had said she, Kim, had been right here before too, by which I doubt he meant this exact room but in the same general situation I had been in when he told me to masturbate and that made me wonder whether he'd made her do that too and that made me picture her pussy which I'd seen before and was so cute and believe it or not I could feel it, you know, down there from just the thought of her pussy and I almost took time out to masturbate but then realized that might be difficult without any hands to use. Not that I ever masturbated much in the past, I really didn't.
Stupid! I know. Cause then I remembered that the letter, which was still right there almost under me, had said just press the call button and he would be there, like it was pre-programmed. And of course that was true. Jack picked up on the third ring.
"Caitie?"
"Yes. Yes it's me."
"You ready?"
"Yes. Can you..."
"Be there in 10. I'm over at BTS and it will just be 10." And he clicked off.
So that problem was solved. And I was able then to lay back and relax and feel good about myself for once although I shouldn't say "for once" because even John says I'm much too critical of myself. So let's just say I could lay back and relax and feel good about me. Which was nice. And it wasn't long till I heard a knock on the door and was just about to say...
When I heard a voice, a gruff male voice this time, say "Housekeeping" but much louder than the nice woman had before.
But now I was ready and realized they just had a mix-up as often happens and was able to say "Oh...she was here before...and said I could call when I was ready."
But the gruff voice said "Ma'am this is housekeeping management and we have to come in" and I was like totally shocked. I thought I even heard a little laugh come from him and that got me so mad. How could he be like this when the other woman had been so nice and understanding and respectful? But before I could speak the voice said it again "Housekeeping management and we have to come in right now. There's been a complaint."
