It had always been there at the back of his mind...the idea that he'd climb a serious mountain...above twenty thousand feet where the air was so thin you gasped for breath even sitting down. He'd been before, trekking, and it was hard and rough and he loved it. But even then, the peaks high above fascinated him. The idea of pitting himself against such a challenge - the hardship and danger was something that really attracted him. He'd sworn then he'd return quickly, but of course things had drifted. Other places, other things and time had passed. Lately tho it had been coming back to him more....
So he was looking on the internet at expeditions and mountains -- Broad Peak, Island Peak, Annapurna. Maps and lists - what he'd need and when he'd go. And then it struck him...the final thing that would make it all worthwhile....he'd tell her to come. Not ask her...tell her -- give her the room number in the Hotel Garuda where he knew he'd be staying again and tell her the date next May, and the time, to knock on the door. He couldn't force her to come, but he thought she would. She was wild and horny and might get-off on the thrill of the danger and adventure.
He'd tell her nothing else - if she was willing to take a chance she'd just have to turn up, knock, and take what was coming to her -- and she knew what that would be -- repeated, hard fucking....
He found it hard to concentrate on planning his climbing expedition as his mind constantly drifted to the scene in his head. He knew exactly how he would start...she had sent him a link to a video that had really turned him on. He knew why too. The girl in the video bore more than a passing resemblance to the photos she had sent of herself. He knew too that the video had turned her on a lot...it wasn't much of a leap to work out that as she had watched it at home alone she had thought of herself as the girl -- in the same positions - being fucked by him. She was his cyber fuck-slut and she was going to become his slut for real.
He closed his eyes and pictured the scene...lying on the bed, the exotic smells and sounds from the streets of Thamel coming through the open window -- waiting as the time drew near. Confident, but still wondering would she come -- wondering what she was thinking as she approached down the corridor -- not knowing who she was meeting or what was going to happen to her...never having seen or spoken to the man who would certainly fuck her -- and she had no certainty about what else he might do.
She would be dressed exactly like the girl in the video....tight white shirt moulded to her firm tits, short, short black skirt loosely swinging, barely covering her ass. He wondered how would she be feeling as she stood outside the door ready to sacrifice herself to his desires -- whatever they were. The thought of her submitting herself like that turned him on immensely
But he would take his time....he had days. And he was well prepared for act one....he had the wrist and ankle restraints attached to the hanging bars in the wardrobe....loosely draped for the moment over the top and under the bottom of the door...the other things he'd need were all lined up...ready, and waiting.
The KNOCK. He knew she'd come. Taking his time he walked slowly to the door....the ball-gag dangling from his hand....there would be no words....
It was her....he smiled....her eyes widened as she saw the gag but he took her hand -- drawing her into the room -- she would not be allowed change her mind. Immediately he placed the large purple ball in her mouth, tightening the studded leather strap behind her head...before she could say a word of protest or otherwise. He led her, gently, into the room -- straight towards the wardrobe and its waiting restraints. Arms up, legs spread wide on her sexy heels, he clipped her in. She was ready....
