surprising myself

Surprising myself
By SG
Anobody7@hotmail.com

Prequel: From there to here

I couldn’t help but feel dirty walking out of the office of the motel and on this rare occasion I’m not referring to what was going through my mind. Tess had driven us to one of the nastiest motels in town. It’s the kind of place where hourly rentals are more common than nightly. My pussy tingled thinking of what naughty bondage scenario Tess had chosen for me.

My name is Pennie and I’m 26. I have blue eye, long dark hair and an athletic body. My breasts are average but large enough that people ask if they’re enhanced. For the record my body is all natural. Currently I’m single but that is also classically the norm. I like to party and I definitely enjoy sex so getting dates is never difficult. To be polite we will just say that the male specie’s lack of knowledge and interest in extracurricular activities has put a serious damper on my emotional affairs. It has always boggled my mind that finding a guy interested in tying me up is difficult. Yet somehow it is and hence I’m single.

Bondage isn’t something I discovered in college or had a boyfriend introduce me to. Ever since I was a kid I’ve been into it. I didn’t play cowboys and Indians, I played tie me up and see if I can escape. It’s only as I got older that the sexual side of the bondage evolved. These days it’s tie me up and see how many times you can make me orgasm. As a kid Tess was the one who tied me up. She is my oldest and closest friend and still the person who ties me up from time to time.

Today was different then all the other times. Normally when I have Tess tie me up the position and the bind are all done by my direction. I tell her what to do and how to do it. I always decide what is going to happen, where I would be and most importantly when I would be freed. Today Tess is the only one who knew those details.

About a week ago I was mulling over how to make my bondage more spontaneous. Tess was game for anything but bondage really isn’t her thing. I’m pretty sure on some level she enjoys tying me up when I ask her to but the only real reason she does it is because I ask for it. Bondage just isn’t her thing so asking her to surprise me with something doesn’t really work.

In the end the solution to my bondage monotony came from someone else. It was on a late evening spent in front of my computer that the solution was suggested to me. One hand pecked away at the keyboard while the other was busy elsewhere, you know the type of night I’m talking about. I was in the middle of a rather steamy chat with several of my online bondage buddies when one of them suggested writing down a couple of bondage scenarios on paper, seal them in individual blank envelopes and have Tess pick one randomly. That quickly evolved into a new email account that Tess could login to and pick an emailed letter at random. I immediately enlisted my online friends to help come up with scenarios.

It didn’t take long to set up another hotmail account. By the time I got logged back into my own account one of the guys had already sent over a couple of ideas. One involved a hog tie where I would have to crawl through the house to get the keys for release another was being tied to a chair while Tess tickled me for a full hour. They were things I would normally do but with written instruction prohibiting me from getting out of the bondage whenever I wanted by telling Tess I’d had enough. I forwarded the emails on and worked on coming up with my own ideas. In the end those were the only two emails I prescreened that night. When the next one came in I forwarded it on without reading it. The thrill was immense and intoxicating. The thought of a serious scenario I’d never read being there for Tess to find made me giddy. I quickly set my email account to automatically forward any emails I got from the guys straight to the other account. I knew I could always go into the account later in the week to do censoring if I changed my mind.

As I met back up with Tess and went into the room I couldn’t help but take pleasure in my own stupidity. The night after I had chatted with my online friends I did go to the other account and read through the emails. I weeded out quite a few either because the scenario wasn’t interesting or because it was too extreme. When I got back into my own account I made sure to send a thank you note to everyone who had sent me a suggestion. They had taken the time and effort to help me out and I wanted to show my gratitude.

Looking around the room I rolled my eyes. I was happy about the outcome but still a little pissed at myself for making such a stupid mistake. I had gone through the suggestions and weeded out the ones I didn’t want, I had thanked the guys for all their ideas, and then I started fantasizing about my upcoming weekend. What I had forgotten to do was reset my own account to stop forwarding emails. At some point during the week someone had sent in at least one more suggestion. The only reason I was realizing all this now was because nothing I read that second night involved a seedy motel.

I may not have ever read this scenario but I wasn’t about to complain. Ever since we had gotten into the car my body has been filled with an excited buzz. This was exactly what I wanted. Tonight I was going to get tied up with no control over it and with no idea what it would entail.

Chapter 1: Assuming the position

       Obeying Tess’s command I removed my cloths. While I stripped she opened the duffle bag she had brought with us. I stood naked while she pulled the covers off the bed. She gave it a pat signaling me it was time to climb on. I lay on my back and she went to work in silence. We really haven’t spoken since starting out. The silence was eerie. Tess wasn’t usually this quiet and I couldn’t quite gauge her mood or what was going through her mind.

She started my bondage by tying a rope to my left ankle. The other end of the rope went to the corner of the bed then went down to be tied off to the under frame of the bed. My right leg immediately got the same treatment leaving me splayed. Tess has had me naked and tied up hundreds of times but this felt different. The seedy room here in the sketchy part of town had my nerves in high gear. 

       Tess went to the bag only to return with two handcuffs and two ropes. She cuffed my left wrist with one end of the cuff but there was nothing else near enough to secure it to. Instead she closed the other cuff then tied one end of the rope to it. The other end of the rope was run over the corner of the bed and tied to the bottom frame. While she worked on my right wrist I tested the limits of the binds on my left. She had me stretched out enough that I couldn’t reach the knot on the other end of the handcuffs.

       I started to revel in the moment. My pussy tingled. I was powerless to free myself. I was a captive to Tess’s whims in a room where the neighbors were going about their evening doing their business on hourly rates. The excitement was almost overwhelming. I eagerly awaited the next step. I watched every move she made and fantasized about the devious things that might be in store. My mind pondered the wild ideas my online friends could have written about.

       From the bag Tess removed a familiar friend. I couldn’t count the number of times I’ve used the assortment of leather straps and metal hasps to seal toys deep within my holes. The chastity belt was one of my favorite bondage accessories. With Tess’s help I lifted my hips off the bed. She slipped the leather straps under me and buckled the waist band around me. Picking up two of the pillows off the ground she stuffed them under the small of my back. My bonds tightened slightly as my hips were thrust up leaving my sex on display.

       A broad grin formed on my lips as she pulled a vibrating butt plug out from the bag of goodies. She polished it with lube before walking over to me. Cranking on the bottom, the plug sprung to life. A slight disappointment struck when she decided to put a tortuous touch on the toy. With great care she turned the intensity down till it was just barely on.  With ease she slipped the plug deep inside my anal cavity.

       I eagerly awaited the next toy but was surprised with what came out of the bag. In her hand Tess had my ben wa balls, a condom and one of those plastic eggs you hide candy in during Easter. Going to my purse she pulled out my key ring and took my house key and mail key off. She pocketed the house key which seemed odd considering she had one of her own. Cracking open the plastic egg she deposited the mail key inside before closing it back up.

       Tess stuffed the plastic egg into the condom followed by the two ben wa balls before tying it off. She didn’t bother lubing up the condom, she knew she wouldn’t need to. Tess came up to me and unceremoniously packed the loaded condom into my pussy. She went about filling my sex with the same enthusiasm as someone folding laundry. I was filled with excitement as my innards were being stuffed but she was just casually going about her business. Once she had me stuffed like a Thanksgiving turkey the crotch strap was pulled between my legs and buckled in the front.

       The bed rocked as Tess got off making the balls in my pussy rattle around. The vibration sent a quiver of excitement through my sex. While Tess extracted the next item from the bag I preoccupied myself by experimentally thrusting my hips. The more I thrust the harder the balls inside me shook. My eyes were closed as I went about my business trying to stimulate myself. I didn’t notice Tess had returned till she pressed something against my lips. Obediently I opened my mouth and she slipped the gag between my teeth. Lifting my head I did my best to help her as she bucked the straps in the back. Sticking my tongue through the ring separating my teeth I flicked it in the air inviting Tess to put whatever she liked in my open mouth. When she was finished buckling the straps she slipped the last pillow under my head.

       Tess went back to the bag and returned with a hammer and two nails. Standing on the bed she hammered the nails into the ceiling one over each of my hands. Hoping off the bed she tossed the hammer back in the bag then headed for the door. A rush of adrenaline ripped through my body as the door opened exposing me to anyone who might pass by. She left the door open as she walked out to her car. I couldn’t believe she had me tied up like this and was leaving me exposed. My mind ran in overdrive while Tess casually opened her trunk and pulled out two blocks of ice. I felt relieved when she returned and closed the door.

Each ice block contained two strings frozen inside. She tied one string from each block to one of the nails. The second string had a handcuff key tied to it. I don’t have a lot of experience with ice releases but judging by the large size of the ice blocks it was obvious I wouldn’t be getting the keys anytime soon. I winced when she hung the first block. I thought for sure it was heavy enough to pull the nail out of the ceiling.

Before Tess added anything else to my bondage she first went to the bathroom to retrieve a pair of towels. She placed one under each wrist to soak up the water that was already starting to drip down. When she went back to the bag I was a little surprised. I didn’t think there could be anything left but there was.

Tess walked over to the nightstand with a $50 dollar bill, a pack of batteries and a pair of locks with keys. It wasn’t hard to figure out what the locks were for since the chastity belt was the only thing they would fit. Tess grabbed the note pad on the bedside table and quickly scribbled a letter. She placed the finished letter next to everything else. She used the keys to open the locks then headed for the bathroom with keys in hand. I hear the toilet flush. Tess returned empty handed. Tess wasn’t the type of person who liked to play tricks. Pretending to flush keys didn’t seem right.

“Mmmm?” It was gibberish but she knew what I was trying to ask.

“Hey, don’t look at me with those eyes. I’m just following your playbook. Speaking of the playbook…” Her voice trailed off as she surveyed the room. “I think you’re just about set.”

Tess pulled out a sheet of paper from the bag. It had to be one of the emails from one of the guys. That got me thinking about what she had said about it being my playbook. Every email she saw in that account came directly from my account. If Tess had opened one of them up without paying much attention she could have easily missed the fact most of them were forwarded emails that originally came from other accounts.

For the first time the seriousness of the situation struck me. Even if Tess noticed I hadn’t written the email it would still have been forwarded through my account. She had to be under the assumption that anything being forwarded was first read and censored by me. A shiver went down my spine taking the logic of assumption one step further. The guys I had recruited didn’t know I was blindly forwarding emails and had to assume I would be reading every email. There was no accounting for what kind of wild ideas they might have sent to me if they intended the email just to be read. If they just wanted to get a rise out of me they could have sent any kind of wild idea. Whatever the scenario was that Tess was working off of it couldn’t be good for me if it starts with me spread eagle in a dirty motel. I swallowed hard looking at the note and money laying on the nightstand.

“Hmmm.” I didn’t like were this might be heading. It was time to end this and explain to Tess what happened.

“Hold on a sec,” Tess said dismissing me as she read the email. “Let’s me see. You’re spread eagle, done. Keys are hanging from the ice, done. Plugs are in place and chastity belt is on. Locks are on the nightstand and the keys have been flushed. I’ve got your note and the money on the table.  Extra batteries, check. Ring gag is on, tomorrow’s clothes are over there.”

She stopped and set down the list. While she packed the clothes I had worn into the bag I thought about what she had said. She had brought clothes for tomorrow which meant I wasn’t going to be leaving here tonight. While I thought about that she picked up the remote for the TV. She found the menu and headed for the adult channel listings. I cringed as she went into the hardcore section and selected several bondage movies. It wasn’t that I had a problem lying here watching them, it was the fact that tomorrow they are all going to be on my bill when I check out.

While she selected movies I twisted by body to try and read the email she had set on the night stand. I couldn’t make out the email or the note she had written. My gut told me things weren’t right. I really had to get out of this now.

“Ok, movies are rented and that about raps things up.”

“Uouoggghh,” I tried to speak understandably through the gag but it just wasn’t happening.

“What?” She looked at me then at the email.

“Ha, ha, ha,” She laughed at me. “You actually wrote this thinking it would be too extreme for me to choose. You honestly didn’t think I would use this one.”

Oh, fuck me. This wasn’t a random scenario. She had read them all and picked this one. I looked around the room, down between my splayed legs and at the bondage movie playing on the TV.

“hmm, ought, hzzzz,” I begged and shook my head no. I had to get free.

“What’s the matter? Now that your actually here you’re just figuring out this was a really stupid scenario to have written up? I’d sure as fuck be freaking out if I were you. Go ahead and plead all you want. I’m not letting you go. You’re the one who got off on the idea of writing something this extreme for me to pick. Now we both get to find out if the real world is as enjoyable as your fantasy world.”

Tess slipped the email print out inside the night stand then picked up the duffle before heading for the door. I couldn’t believe Tess was actually going to leave me alone tied up in this room no matter what scenario she had read. She opened the door and headed for the car. I watched through the open door as she put the bag in the car. My heart rate only slowed a smidgen when she walked back to the doorway.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to forget this part,” she said as she pulled the Do Not Disturb sign off the inside door knob.

My eyes bulged when she put it on the outside knob. She had to be joking. She had to be trying to get a rise out of me. She looked me in the eye and I knew she was leaving it like that. She wasn’t being serious, she wasn’t being funny, she was just following the instructions without care. She really must think this was some wild scenario created in some dark perverse corner of my mind.

“Give me call whenever you get home.”

With that she closed the door to the room and left. On the outside handle of the door hung the red Do Not Disturb sign only flipped the wrong way. The reverse side faced out, it read Service Please. I heard the car door slam and the sound of the motor fade into the distance.

Oh my god. I strained my ears but heard nothing. Tess was really gone. I couldn’t believe I was actually all alone spread eagled in a motel room with no immediate escape. This was a scene out of a story I would masturbate to. This is the kind of idea I would wake up to in the middle of the night with wet panties from. People don’t really let themselves be tied up in shady motels for people to find. It’s supposed to be what they fantasize about. This was no fantasy though. I really was splayed on a bed stuck for a long wait for keys to drop while a sign on my door beckoned the hotel staff to come in and find me.

I couldn’t even think about the movie playing. All I could think about is what will happen if any one finds me like this. I couldn’t be a more inviting prize for a finder. A car drove through the parking lot but didn’t stop. My ears strained to pick up noise outside. Another car drove up but this one stopped. Doors shut and my heart raced. Why was I tied up in a motel? Why here and not at home? The drum of my heart pounding in my ears dwarfed all other sounds

I tried to think of every conversation I’ve had with my online buddies. I racked my mind trying to remember every bondage scenario we’ve ever talked about and every story we’ve ever discussed. I tried to fit pieces together to understand how this room fit in with anything but I was grasping at straws. My imagination raced with all the wild, scary and horrific possibilities.

A paddle slapped the white ass of the actress in the movie. The crack echoed through the room. Had Tess left the volume up on purpose or did she just not realize it was loud enough to be heard through the walls. I shuddered thinking she had done it on purpose to lure strangers to my door. I couldn’t help but moan as the shudder caused the balls within me to rock. The actress continued to be spanked in the movie while I humped the air. The ben wa balls started doing their magic. Soon I was moaning more than the movie. The ring gag did little to silence me. I humped and humped and humped getting more and more energetic with each thrust. The balls rocked, rolled and teased me but wouldn’t bring me to release. It was absolute torment. The dull buzz of the plug in my butt kept me from calming down but the balls in my pussy weren’t enough to get me off. There was little doubt that this would be a long night.

Chapter 2: Into the dawn

Night turned to day in a span the felt as though an eternity had passed. What little time I had spent asleep came in sporadic rests measured in minutes. It was six thirty in the morning and there was finally enough light filtering through the curtains to see the blocks of ice hanging over my head.

With great disappointment and immense frustration I realized there was still at least a third of the original ice block remaining on each string. I wasn’t even close to freedom. I couldn’t help but whimper. Most of my body ached from the prolonged period in the same position. Moving was torture at this point. Every movement rocked the balls in my pussy which were being pressed against by my full bladder. Adding to the discomfort my ass ached from the long dead vibrator still filling me.

The joy and excitement of the bondage was long gone. This was just a stagnate existence filled with suffering. Long ago I had broken and was ready to beg for release only there was no one to beg to. I was still all alone in my room with only Tess knowing about my predicament and she was operating under the assumption that every part of this was something I had specifically requested.

My pity party didn’t last for much longer before it was interrupted. The clunk of a cart being wheeled across the concrete drifted into the room. The cleaning staff was already attending to their duties. The sound drew closer and I just wanted to be eaten up by the bed and hidden from the world. My binds were too strict. There was nothing I could do but lay here. I couldn’t even hide my face which was quickly turning a brilliant shade of crimson. All I could do was pray. I made a desperate prayer to the lord to keep me from being found. I asked the lord to save me during the most sexually depraved moment of my life. I prayed that Tess was only teasing me and that the sign said Don’t Disturb. I prayed that somehow it might have fallen off in the night. I prayed that the staff was lazy and ignored it. I prayed and I prayed and I prayed. Looking over at the night stand made my gut fill with sickening dread. The note was there for a reason.

The cart stopped and there was a knock at the door. I felt a fear so strong I wanted to tear my skin off. The knock came again. This couldn’t really be happening. How could Tess leave me like this where she knew I would be found? Oh god, had I pissed her off by asking her to do this? Was it possible she had left me here like this because I had pissed her off somehow? The latch popped and the door opened. I wanted to die. I wished I was dead. I wanted to run but the binds held me to the bed. I needed to hide but I was already caught. Oh god. How did this happen? How did someone just find me like this?

“Hello?” She stood there stunned, unsure what to do next. She double checked that the sign did ask for service. She scanned the room but there was no sign of anyone else. She took a timid step forward to get a better look at the ice.

I winced. She left the door open. The door was open for anyone to see me. Why couldn’t she shut the door? I stared up at her as she looked me over from head to toe. She swayed slightly from side to side as she stood there. Thinking back, she had staggered a little when she walked in. Looking up at her I began to wonder if she was drunk right now. She couldn’t be, it was way too early to have been drinking. She wobbled slightly. She was actually drunk. Are you fucking kidding me? It isn’t even 7 am yet. The $50 dollar bill on the night stand caught her eye. She picked it up along with the note. She read the note out loud and I immediately felt mortified.

“I’m hoping you’re willing to help me out. If you are then the money is yours. I tied myself up last night but if your reading this it’s obvious I haven’t gotten free yet. If the ice has melted and I couldn’t free myself please help otherwise make me wait till it melts.”

“Well there is still plenty of ice up there so it looks like you get to wait.”

She read, “If you’re willing to help could you start by ordering a couple more movies for me. I really like gangbangs and anything with bondage or toys.”

I couldn’t believe Tess had written that note. It made me sound absolutely depraved. This maid actually thought I was the one asking for her to turn on a gangbang movie. I’ve never felt this humiliated in my life. She paused to turn the TV on. I couldn’t believe she was actually doing it. Who orders a gangbang movie for someone? I feel like I’m in the fucking twilight zone or something. Another movie went onto my credit card but that wasn’t enough. She kept selecting movies till I had hours of porn to watch. And I should point out the movies are playing, the volume is the same and the god damn door is still wide open. I don’t usually use the lord’s name in vain but I’m really not seeing the down side at the moment. What the hell else could he possibly have in store for me that would be worse than this?

“Judging by the size of the ice I’m guessing you have about five hours before either of the keys drops. Either you really wanted to be found or you really don’t know much about ice releases. Anyways, where was I in your note.”

She read on, “The second big favor I’d like help with is my butt plug. The batteries are probably either dead or close to dead now. If it’s not too much trouble could you change out the batteries? By the way, the locks are for my chastity belt. I was going to put them on but I just couldn’t work up the courage to use them. The reason I chickened out is because I threw my keys away on purpose.”

“The keys are really gone?” she stopped to ask.

I shook my head yes. I still couldn’t believe Tess had actually flushed them down the toilet. I held out hope that this was some kind of mental game but the look Tess had given me left a sickening feeling deep in my gut. Something told me that the email detailed some kind of desire to be permanently chastised. It was certainly within the realm of fantasies any one of my online buddies might write up.

“Wow, permanent chastity. I certainly understand chickening out on that one.  I’ll give you credit, it is an interesting idea but definitely not something for me.”

Continuing on, “In case you didn’t figure it out I’m not trying to hide the locks or what they are for. If you really want to see me squirm just put one of those near my crotch. In fact you can probably get me to do just about anything you like with those as bargaining chips. Sincerely yours, Pennie.”

“Well Pennie, I can’t say as though you’re necessarily the kinkiest persons I’ve walked in on in this motel but I will give you credit, you are one of the best looking. What? You’re surprised others are kinkier. Sweetie, I could spend all day telling you about all the things people have done in these rooms. Hell we could spend half a day going through stuff people have asked if I wanted to join in on.

She leaned down and whispered in my ear, “I won’t even tease you with how long it would take to go through all the things I have done here. Of course there was a big difference between all those people and you. They never offered me any money.”

The maid got up and walked away. My eyes were wide and I pulled at the restraints. I couldn’t believe it. She couldn’t be serious. The more I looked at her the more I realized she was serious. She was a twenty something girl working in a dive of a motel. Jobs weren’t that hard to come by. She wouldn’t work here if she had any other choices unless there was some kind of side perk she was enjoying. That’s when I noticed her maid uniform swayed away from professional and into the adult realm. I felt sick as I looked at her. She was actually trying to dress sexy. She didn’t just fuck people randomly; she was actually trying to get them to notice her.

Grabbing her cart she pulled it into the room and shut the door. The door was finally shut but I felt less safe now than when it was wide open. She looked at me and nodded her head towards the TV. The actress was earning her money. One girl was servicing three guys simultaneously. The actress was getting pounded hard from every direction. Out of the corner of my eye I watched the maid slide a hand down the front of her skirt. I focused on the TV. I didn’t know what else to do. A girl was masturbating right next to me and I really didn’t want to stare.

“I bet you’d be on cloud nine right now if those three guys were here instead of me.”

She moved over to the bed and sat down. One hand stayed in her pants but the other started tracing slow circles around my tits. She just sat there playing with me, playing with herself and watching the movie. The attention was absolutely maddening. I had spent the entire night on and off the edge of orgasm without ever actually achieving an orgasm. I was desperate for serious attention but she was only giving me enough to make my tits rock hard. I started rocking my hips hoping with her playing with my nipples I’d have enough stimulation to finally get off. All I cared about was releasing this pent-up energy.

“Oooh, you really like that don’t you.”

At first I thought she was talking about my nipples but her attention was on the TV. The actress was being filled with cum. I knew I must look like a horny slut but I really didn’t care. I was getting closer but yet again I was disappointed. Right after the big cumfest the scene changed in the movie. The climax of the scene was over and the movie was shifting to the next scene with a very slow intro.

“Let’s see what you’ve got under the hood while the slow part is on.”

She unbuckled the crotch strap and immediately the contents of my pussy slipped out onto the bed. Reaching between my legs she found the butt plug. The lube had long since dried and the withdrawal proved a little painful. She quickly changed out the batteries. I couldn’t believe she was changing out the batteries of my butt plug with the same lack of care as I would for changing out the batteries on a remote control for a TV. As soon as she started to screw the base back on the vibrator activated. The control dial was still in the same on position as when the toy died.

“What’s the deal with slow-mo? When I’m using a toy it’s usually on full speed and I’m rocking an orgasm in minutes. It would take an hour with the vibrator going this slow.” She grinned looking at me. “Or maybe even never. All night with no orgasm, you must really enjoy torturing yourself.”

She slipped a finger into my sex. I moaned. It felt amazing. She worked it in and out before adding a second. I closed my eyes and humped her fingers. My breathing increased as the orgasm approached. I wanted to cry when she pulled her fingers out. She just laughed at my frustration.

“Slow down girl. I just needed a little lube for your toy. You asked me to change out the batteries on your toy not get you off, remember,” she said.

She rubbed the plug up and down with her fingers. The plug gleamed from my juices. She smiled at me as she pressed the tip of the plug against my butt hole. I cringed as the plug was thrust back inside me. Picking up the filled condom she gave the balls a shake to feel their rattle before stuffing it all back inside my pussy. She pulled the crotch strap back up to the front of the waist belt and buckled it in place. I’m pretty sure she knew it was tighter than before. I just think she enjoyed watching my expression as everything was forced even deeper inside my orifices.

Getting off the bed she went over to her cart and pulled off two large binder style clamps holding a trash bag open on the cart. My pulse raced as she laid the clamps on my stomach. I shuddered as her fingernails traced circles around my nipples.

“So are you ready to give up sex forever?” she asked picking up one of the locks.

I vigorously shook my head no.

“Well if you aren’t ready for me to lock your belt on I guess that means you must really want me to put these sexy clamps on your nice big tits.”

I didn’t really know how one had anything to do with the other. I shook my head no again. She just shrugged her shoulder then in one quick motion snapped one of the locks closed on the waist belt. I freaked out. The belt was locked on. The crotch strap was still unlocked but the waist strap was locked on and she was picking up the second lock.

“Are you sure you wouldn’t like to have your titties clamped instead of being chastised?”

This time I shook my head yes. I cringed as she picked up the first clamp and poised it’s open jaws over my erect nipple. My whole body shook with fear. I knew it was going to hurt like a son of a bitch. She kept the one clamp poised over my nipple while she picked the other up. She now had both clamps in position over each nipple. Their jaws were open just waiting to bite into my tender flesh. 

“Ini.”

“Mini”

“Miny”

“Both”

The clamps bit into my nipples at the same instant. It was like being stabbed in the chest with daggers. I screamed and shook from the pain. It was like lightening ripping through my body. While I quivered in pain the maid held the second lock in front of my face.

“I bet you’d really like to eat my cunt.”

Reluctantly I nodded my head yes.

She didn’t waste any time removing her underwear and hiking up her skirt. I was still trying to cope with the pain when her pussy pressed against my open mouth. It felt disgusting to have another girl’s crotch in my mouth while my nose was buried in her butt crack. I started licking but couldn’t get over my disgust. It wasn’t even so much the fact of doing a girl. It was just that this girl was nasty from head to toe. Suddenly she got off my face.

“You aren’t even trying. I guess you’d rather be a permanent virgin then give me an orgasm.”

I watched as she took the second lock and looped it through the hasp holding the crotch strap. I screamed as she did it. I tried to move but the binds were too tight. I strained my neck and leaned as far forward as I could. My tongue just barely reached her pussy. I licked as best I could and prayed I could appease her.

“Oh, now you want to lick me. Alright, you have one more chance but as soon as you slow down I’m locking your cunt shut.”

I licked and licked and then licked some more. I didn’t think about anything but her sex and making her orgasm. The whole time I was licking she was playing with the lock. It was still in the hasp and she held it in her hand ready to lock it at any moment. She started moaning and I increased my pace. Suddenly she sat on my face and started screaming. I was being smothered but I just kept licking. I wasn’t going to stop, her hand was still on the lock. Her juices dripped into my mouth as she came.

I gasped for air as she finally got off my face. She didn’t even look at me, her focus was on the TV. All I could do is breathe a sigh of relief the belt wasn’t completely locked on. The waist strap wasn’t coming off but at least I could still undo the crotch strap. Thinking about the situation I was in I comforted myself with the knowledge it really wasn’t that bad. I wasn’t exactly living out a dreamy fantasy but for being in a situation where I’ve been discovered in bondage things are going about as good as they could. I stayed silent while the maid watched the TV. The less occupied she was with me the better. I watched as her hand dipped back down to her pussy. I couldn’t believe she was really masturbating again.

“Oooooo,” she moaned as she ground her clit with her finger. Keeping her eyes on the TV she reached over with her free hand and played with the clamps on my nipples.

“I can’t believe how horny you’ve got me.”

She reached down and grabbed the lock on the crotch strap. She played with it but didn’t remove it from the hasp. I was starting to panic. She still might lock me in the belt.

“Look at that girl just getting pounded in the ass with that big cock. Watching that makes me want to fuck a guy right now. I’m frustrated only being able to finger myself,” she paused to look down at my leather clad sex. “But being locked in a chastity belt, not even being able to touch yourself, I can’t imagine never being able to have sex again. I’d go insane. I’d die.”

She was really rubbing herself hard. It wouldn’t be long before she came again. A deep fear was welling up inside me. The hornier she got the more she played with the lock. I violently shook my head no as she started to close the lock. She didn’t go all the way but it wasn’t far from locking.

“God you really are squirming,” she said as she squeezed the lock. She stopped with only a hair more to go. “Look at you, you’re desperate. I bet you’d do anything to have me not close this.”

My head bobbed front to back hard enough to hurt. I didn’t care what she wanted me to do. I’d do it ten times over.

“How would you like to have a couple big guys come in here right now and fuck your hot cunt?”

I shook my head. I’d do it. I’m willing to do every guy in the motel if she would just take the damn lock off.

“Look at you. You’ve only had that thing on for a night and you’re already desperate to get fucked like a two cent whore.”

She was really rubbing herself hard. Her body started to twitch as the orgasm approached.

“Oh god, I’m so close. Fuck me. Thinking about never having another cock in my ass or pussy again. Never being able to touch myself again. OOooo, ooooo, aaawwww.”

The thought of being locked in the belt did the trick. She came and she came hard. Everyone in the neighboring rooms had to be awake now. My clamps on my nipples painfully bounced as her convulsions shook the bed. Slowly she recovered from the orgasm. She was still shuddering when suddenly she froze.

“Oops, didn’t mean to do that.”

She turned to me and reached out. She slid two fingers through the gag and into my mouth. They were the fingers that had just come from her pussy. She was wiping her juices on my tongue. With the ring between my teeth I was defenseless to stop her.

“Well, at least you’re all set to have some cocks stuffed in there.”

I looked up her in disbelief. She had to be messing with me. I watched her hand as it disappeared between my legs. I felt a tug on the waist strap. Her expression confirmed what I had known immediately.

“HHHHMMMMM,” I screamed. She had actually locked the belt on me.

“Hey now, don’t kill the messenger,” she said as she waved the note in front of my face “and quit acting so angry. I’ve messed with enough kinky people to know you wouldn’t have put those locks out there with a note like this unless you really got off on the idea that whoever found you would use them. And I don’t need any experience with your little ice mechanism to know it would be impossible to get free before a maid knocked on your door. Even a novice would know that was too much ice to use. It just proves my point that this was all an elaborate plot for you to get to live out the fantasy of being discovered and forced to do what you couldn’t.”

She disappeared into the bathroom to tidy herself up. Ignoring me completely she collected her cart and headed for the door. She pushed the cart outside but paused in the doorway. She took a couple of tissues from her cart and stuffed them in the recess for the door lock. She let the door close then with a push opened it back up. The tissues prevented the lock from closing. She showed me the Serves Please sign so I could see she was leaving it in place on the door.

“I’ll be back to check on you later but for right now you’ll have to just hang out alone.”

She held up the money she had gotten from me and giggled.

“For fifty bucks I might just owe it to you to mention our little encounter to a few people. Of course as an employee I would get in serious trouble letting other people into your room. But if you were to disable the lock on your own door and I simply tell people what room you’re in I don’t see how I would get in any trouble if people were letting themselves in. With a little luck the rest of your stay might end up extremely eventful.”

She smiled as she looked at me.

“You know, seeing you lying like that I can’t help but think how much you remind me of a baby bird. You know the way they sit in the nest with their mouths open just waiting for the mother to return to drop a nice juicy meal in their beaks. I may not be a mother bird but I bet I can find something juicy to put in that open mouth of yours.”