It's amazing what things you realize while sitting with your bare ass over a bound boy's face. For me it was just how lonely I was.
Malcolm and I were married right out of high school. We struggled the first few years until his tech start up took off. Took off is putting it lightly. We were one of the richest couples on the planet. It's now been five years since I lost him. Five years living in our gorgeous mansion on our private island with everything I could ever need delivered right to me. I traveled the world seeing all and doing all I could. I kept myself busy. Now I knew why.
This is what brought me to the Guarnaschelli Hotel in Manhattan. It was one of the fanciest, wealthiest, best hotels in the city. I had the whole top most floor to myself. This was my domain. No one was allowed up here after I arrived in my room. I would check in and have the bellhop take my bags up. I would go to dinner. When I came back the floor was mine. So imagine my surprise when I got back and the bellhop was still there.
Being a pervert has it's disadvantages. Hiding under a woman's bed is one of them, Leopold found. He was new to the city, having just arrived from a sleepy little Midwest state last month. He was on his way to Broadway! He had auditions! He had dreams! He had moxy! He had bills to pay! So here he was working as a bellhop at the very upscale Guarnaschelli Hotel. It had been very boring so far. He did get to check out some very hot women though. Then she arrived.
He had never seen such a beautiful older woman in his entire life. He had a hard time guessing ages so he put her in her mid-forties at the oldest. Whatever her real age was she took excellent care of herself. Her rich caramel skin shone with the glow of youth well paid for. Her face was angular in that classical beauty kind of way. Her eyes were an intense soul searching amber. Her hips were wide and womanly with a firm but still giant ass he just wanted to kiss. Her breasts were huge, far bigger than any he'd ever seen in person back home.
The Fates must have really loved him. He had been assigned to take her bags to her room! That wasn't even the best part. He had one hour to bring up all her packages and leave before she came back from dinner. He would be alone with her clothes for up to an hour. He would never get another chance like this. He brought all her stuff up then began opening her suitcases. It took a few tries but he finally found them: her panties. He held up the frilly little black pair, breathing heavily.
"Oh sweet! Just think, these have touched her ... lady parts."
He placed them on his nose and breathed deep. He soon became lost in her womanly scent. A little too lost. The door began to open. Panicking he closed the suitcase back and slid under her bed.
Dinner had been delicious but ultimately unfulfilling. Solemnly I returned to my room ready for another so-so trip. As soon as I reached my door I heard something. How could I hear something? I was the only person on this floor. I was supposed to be at least. There it was though: the tell tale sound of scurrying feet. Taking a deep breath I opened the door ready to scold whatever unfortunate worker had the misfortune of being there. No one was there. Maybe I had been hearing things. I closed and locked the door. As I made my way to the bed I noticed one of my suitcases was slightly open. The bellhop had been going through my clothes. He was dead.
Oh god! Oh god! What was he going to do?! He had to get out of here! He did not need to be found creeping under a woman's bed. He could lose his job or worse she could say he was going to rape her and call the cops. Oh god! His panic almost exploded out of him when her white heels hit the floor near his face. Then came her dress.
I stretched as I let the cumbersome dress fall. Truth be told I preferred to spend my time in my underwear. Not elegant, I know, but God it felt good. I looked over at the vanity absent mindedly. That's when I saw them. Fingers were poking out from under my bed.
She wasn't moving. Had she fallen asleep? How late was it? Was it safe to sneak away? A gun was pointed at his face.
"Get out of there, very slowly."
Nope, not safe.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I don't know what came over me!"
I almost laughed. A nervous and honestly very cute little bellhop crawled halfway out from out under the bed. So much for the dangerous criminal I'd feared. I guess I could put the gun up. Then I saw the panties in his hand. That little pervert! My anger flared worse than anything I had ever felt before.
"You little shit!"
"I'm sorry! Don't call the manager, please, I need this job!"
"Job? You're in so much more trouble then that! You messed with my property with my personal and I mean personal clothing. You've violated my space in a way that will not be tolerated. You don't have to worry about your boss. I'll punish you myself."
I looked around for something to do just that. What could I use? I hadn't exactly planned for this. My eyes fell upon my medicine bag. Eureka! I grabbed the chloroform like sleep aid I used when traveling before yanking the panties from his grubby little hands.
"Flip onto your back."
As he did, still remaining half under the bed, I poured some of the sweet smelling liquid onto the panties. I tossed them back to him.
"Put these on over your face."
"Ms. Carrey I couldn't possibly do that."
"From this moment on I'm Lady Carmilla and ..." I pointed the gun at his face again, "... I insist."
Oh god she was going to kill him! Crying now he placed the panties over his face.
"Like this? Wait? What's that smell? God, it's so strong. I'm feeling a little dizzy."
She sat on the bed.
"Don't worry about that."
Her foot attacked his face, toes pinching his nose, forcing him to breath it in. She picked up the phone.
"Manager. Now. Yes, I have one of your bellhops here in my room. Name tag reads Leopold. No, no one else comes up here. If you ever want my business again then you'll see to it no one comes looking for him until my stay is done. I've got him ... well underfoot."
"I must have used too much sedative," I mused upon my return.
My little trip to the store had taken around thirty minutes and he was still there. He was still out. He was still wearing my panties over his head. The sight of the little bellhop gently sleeping like that was oddly ... cute. It wasn't cute enough to save the little pervert from me but still, cute.
I dragged him out and got to work. I had never done anything like this before, so I wasn't sure what to do really. So, while out I surfed the web a little on my phone. I was sure I found a good position. I pulled the rope out of my bag and got to work. I wrapped five bands three layers thick around his body. One was just under his shoulders. Three went down his chest and waste. The last went just above his hips. I pulled his arms behind his back and bound them the same way, five layers that perfectly lined up with those on his body. Then I anchored them to each other. From there I bound his legs together around the knees and above his feet. He wasn't going anywhere.
Leopold slowly came to. What the fuck was that dream? What the fuck was on his head? It was black and had an odd mixture of smells. One he knew all too well as the wonderful aroma of used panties. The other was much sweeter. Holy shit! It hadn't been a dream!
He tried to jump up and run for it. Instead he found his body now bound in rope. Oh god! Oh god! Oh god! Panic now raging through him he tried to fight his way free. Part of him knew it would do no good but he had to try. It was then he saw her. The lady, whose room he was still in, was sitting on a chair in the corner of the room talking on her phone.
"Let me go you bitch!"
"Oh that," she said into the phone, "it's just that pervert I told you about. Yeah, the one the hotel's letting me train."
"Wait, what?"
"No, I won't let him go, not till I check out. He's got a lot to learn. Besides his face fits so perfectly under my ass."
"What?"
He gasped as he watched her stroll over to the bed and sit on his face as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
I sat on him most the day. Sure I gave him chances to breath, eat or go to the bathroom but otherwise he was under my ass. Soon dinner arrived and left for my appointment at the hotel restaurant. As I sat at my table looking over my menu the feeling returned. I felt ... alone. I always felt that way these days but today it was worse, why?
