The silence of the hotel room is deafening. Lying on your back; bound, gagged and blindfolded; you think about the events of the day so far. Your arms and legs ache from your prolonged spread-eagle position. Your chest is sticky with sweat and dried cum and your face still smells of feminine arousal. You try to lick your lips, but the ball gag filling your mouth prevents it - you can smell but cannot taste.
My words echo in your ear: "Is Carrie there?" You remember the rush of fear and excitement that rippled through you as I dialed the phone and spoke those words. Several of the phrases I uttered float through your head like a montage: "Maybe you can help me teach him a thing or two? ... that big strap-on especially ... he came without permission ... we'll have us some fun." You remember my cruel laugh and the sound of the door shutting behind me as I left.
How long has it been, you wonder. Twenty minutes? Half an hour? Your fear and anticipation grow by the minute. You catch yourself struggling against your bonds, and almost laugh out loud. You did this to yourself, you made the decision to live out this fantasy. Now you must lie back and take it like a man, whatever happens. These thoughts bring your cock back to full attention. You squirm a bit, awaiting your fate, as you remember my final words to you before I left the room: "My girlfriend isn't as gentle as I am." You shiver at the memory of my taunting voice.
Your pulse throbs against the handcuffs that hold you, keeping time in the darkness and anticipation that has become your world. The mixture of emotions you're feeling feeds on itself, growing stronger as minutes tick by. Fear, curiosity, lust and resignation swirl together in your mind, creating a euphoric rush like nothing you've ever experienced. You begin to wonder if your heart will beat right out of your chest before your unseen tormentors arrive.
More time passes, and your thoughts shift toward the almost painful rigidity of your member. Throbbing with heat, it dribbles pre-cum onto your belly while you wriggle in discomfort. You hump the air, making your cock bounce, and try in vain to raise a thigh up to rub against it. Moaning and squirming, you almost cry in angst at your sensory deprivation. You await your fate, both dreading and relishing the thought of what's to come.
The sound of female laughter in the hall brings you out of your reverie, sending a fresh flood of warmth to your groin. Every hair on your body stands on end as the door swings open. You can't help but struggle to free yourself, eliciting laughter from the doorway. Heat rises in your face as it flushes bright red with embarrassment.
You hear footsteps approach, and the sound of something rolling across the floor. There is a thump and the purr of a long zipper being pulled. You recognize the "flop" of a soft-sided suitcase being opened. No words have been spoken, creating an almost tangible tension in the room. As you strain your ears to hear the ominous rustling and clinking sounds coming from the suitcase, a faint whiff of my perfume floods you with memories of our earlier meeting, only hours ago. Recalling my use of your face and my teasing touch, you writhe on the bed, a moan escaping your throat.
An unfamiliar voice breaks the tension. "I think the little bitch is eager to get started, look at him squirming there." You freeze - painfully, embarrassingly aware of what you must look like. You can feel our eyes on you as you lie in the darkness behind the blindfold. You are utterly exposed and vulnerable, terrified and yet so aroused you are almost crying in frustration. "Let's get these cuffs on the slut, rope is a pain in the ass," the new voice, presumably Carrie, gets louder as the woman approaches the bed.
You flinch as warm hands and cool leather encircle your ankles. The sudden, startling touch doubles your heart rate. Metal clinks faintly as the firm, flexible cowhide tightens around your ankles, above the firmly knotted rope digging into your skin. The bed shifts and you find your chest imprisoned between two large, firmly muscular thighs. This must be Carrie, you think; wishing you knew my name as well. As you think back to earlier that day, musing that Carrie is much taller and heavier than my petite form, a stiff leather collar encircles your neck. Your swollen dick throbs painfully as Carrie sits heavily on your ribcage, pinning you tightly to the mattress. Your hips buck uncontrollably as your cockhead feels the heat from her skin, trying to touch that smooth female flesh.
A loud snap echoes in the room and your inner thigh burns with a sharp, sudden pain. "Be still, bitch," my voice, cruel but somehow familiar and soothing, caresses your ears. "We're going to flip you over, and you're not going to resist. GOT THAT?" There is silence for a moment. A small hand grabs your balls, pulling, with a slight, threatening twist. "GOT IT?"
"yeuff!" you manage to say through the gag, nodding your head zealously.
"Heh heh, I think he gets it," the larger woman laughs, leaning slightly forward on your chest. Her weight makes it hard to breathe. You pant, feeling something hard, cool and heavy on your chest as she reaches for your wrists. With such limited sensory input and your heightened state of arousal, you find it hard to decipher exactly what is happening. Hands manipulate your feet and wrists. Warm bare thighs squeeze your chest while Carrie's weight shifts above you. A voice warns you again to remain motionless, but seems distant as you suddenly realize what is laying on your chest.
Carrie leans further, over your face, to buckle smooth leather cuffs around your wrists. She nearly smothers you with her weighty breasts, her belly pressing the large rubber dildo into your breastbone. Again my voice echoes in your mind, "...that big strap-on especially." Your cock lurches at the thought of this physically powerful woman taking you with such a tool.
Weight shifts on the mattress again as the woman, and her mighty rubber cock, rise off of you. You feel like a rag doll, unable to resist our manipulations as you are released from your self-imposed bonds. The heavy metal cuffs fall away and you are pushed up to a seated position. Your wrists, now bound in leather, are swiftly fastened together behind you. Before you can get over the dizziness of being so suddenly upright, two sets of hands deftly push you back down and roll you over. The cool sheet caresses the underside of your aching member as your own weight presses hotly on the topside, sending a thrill of sensation throughout your aching body. You moan through your gag, drooling and panting, in ecstasy from the sudden envelopment of your long-deprived erection.
Your need for relief consumes you as you squirm, reveling in the feel of your own skin, slippery with pre-cum, against your throbbing cockhead. You hump at the mattress, unable to stop; and start to feel that familiar tingle. Just as you begin to climb towards orgasmic peak, a sharp lash sears your ass cheeks, startling you into stillness. "You're right, Dee, the bitch doesn't follow directions well," Carrie sneers. The frustration of your thwarted orgasm is somewhat relieved by finally knowing the name of the woman who has found you and given you such an intense mixture of sensations.
Another lash, you think from a riding crop, reddens your ass further. "You think a few more lashes might remind him to listen more carefully?" My voice, though soft, booms in your ears.
"You seem to have made your point, little one," Carrie says, delivering a hard, open handed slap to your butt cheek. "Look how still and obedient he is now!" A chuckle accompanies her observation. "I think he's ready for MY kind of lesson, don't you?"
"I know I am! Get up on your knees, bitch!" It takes another lash from my crop to make you realize my last sentence was directed at you. You struggle to bend your knees, legs quivering, your hands still fastened behind your back. The side of your face presses into the bed as you worm your legs into position.
One on either side of you, we join you on the bed. Moving in unison, we release the clip holding your wrist cuffs and refasten each wrist to the ankle cuff on the same side. You are now unable to straighten your body, your ass sticking obscenely into the air. Two sets of hands pull your knees wide apart and hold them there. Your aching wood hangs between your legs, almost touching the bed, but you can't push your hips down. Once again your cock feels only cool air around it.
Squirming, adjusting to this new and exposed position, you hardly notice the ropes looping around your knees until you realize the hands are gone and you still can't move your legs together. Cool air blows over your ass, making the skin under your balls crinkle and the hair stand on end. A pillow is stuffed under your shoulders. The left side of your face presses onto the bedsheet while your arms stretch down to meet your shins, stretched totally immobile.
Breathing heavily, you brace yourself for what is to come. The throbbing heat in your groin matches the fear in your mind. A few minutes go by and nothing happens. All your attention is focused on your exposed asshole and the pulsing wood that hangs beneath. Anxiety gives way to anticipation as you await the assault to come.
Soft, wet sounds float into your ear, which strains to hear more. Tiny moans and sounds of kissing come from beside you and you feel someone join you on the bed. "Oh, don't mind us," I murmur in your ear. "We won't be long." A third figure joins mine on the bed. You feel us moving around together and hear unmistakable sounds of lust and pleasure from our lips.
