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Business Trip

Business Trip

by Mollycactus
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Hi! My name is Catherine, but my friends call me Kit. Well, they used to call me Cat, and then Kitty Cat, but finally settled on Kit. And I've got a secret. What's that? You want to know more? Sure! I have shoulder length brunette hair with a slight natural wave to it, and sparkling green eyes. I've been told that I look good in a bikini, showing off my 38C breasts, trim abdomen and waist, well-rounded hips and long, shapely legs. What? Not enough? What do you want? Ohhh... you want to know my secret. Hmmm... I guess you look trustworthy. OK. Here it is.

*Looks around, making sure no one else is listening* Well, I have this secret joy of dressing up in fetish gear. You look a little disappointed, but there's more. I live in rather a small town, so I have to order these things online. And while I can wear these things in the privacy of my own home, to get any further solitary thrills, I've discovered something called self-bondage, with which I've been carefully experimenting. I suppose I could tell you about a few of the kinky things I've done in my home, but I'd much rather tell you about a recent trip I took for my employer.

I'd been sent on a business trip to Philadelphia and had arranged for a room at a hotel in a famous square near the city center. It's really an upscale area, which I looked forward to visiting. What made me very excited to go was that I'd learned there were some fetish shops in the city. My co-workers had no clue about my secret joy of dressing up in fetish gear, so I was hoping to find some free time to explore such shops and see their offerings firsthand. When I arrived at the hotel, I was given the key to my room, located on what I thought was the uppermost floor. As I rode the elevator, I noticed there were two more floors above mine. Curious, I asked one of the front desk clerks, "Are there really two more floors above mine?"

"Oh yes, Miss," he replied. "But they're mostly empty, since they've been gutted to some extent during the remodeling. They're being converted into future apartments for more long-term stays."

The next day's meetings went well and finished so smoothly that I had some free time after them to explore the area before it got dark. I decided to seek out some stores that catered to fetish/bondage life styles. I was too shy to ask the concierge about them, but they had information posted online, so I went exploring on my own. There are no local shops in my home town that can supply the sort of things that I want, so up until then, as I've said, everything I'd bought was done over the internet. This was my chance to see the real things firsthand in brick and mortar stores.

Before too long, I found one such shop. Upon entering and looking around, my eyes may have bulged in surprise. They had great stuff, so I went wild. Even the smell of all that leather and latex thrilled me. The young woman who was clerking there was very courteous and helpful. She even told me, "We're running a special at the moment. With all orders, there's a little gift included, so please feel free to browse."

The lingerie that they had was just perfect! I got a matching bra, panties, garter belt and stockings. What really caught my eye was the variety of toys. They had a combination police cuff set, the ones that have handcuffs and leg cuffs connected by a chain forcing your hands to remain at waist high when standing, vibrators that were noise activated and butt plugs and collars. I felt I could use some of my travel account per diem funds to defer the overall cost to a certain extent, so I bought what caught my fancy.

I hurried back to the hotel with my new finds and decided to relax and get some sleep. The next day went very well and the papers were signed and faxed to my company by noon. I had the room for one more day so I explored more and had a fine dinner and a drink at the bar. There were some good looking older men in the hotel, but I decided that I didn't want any entanglements since I was leaving the next day.

I headed back to my room and relaxed but I was dying to see the new lingerie on me. It was still early evening, so I put my new outfit on and checked myself in the mirror.

"DAMN!!! I LOOK LIKE A HIGH PRICED HOOKER!" I exclaimed. I strutted around the room pretending to be a call girl and it felt like fun.

I wanted an adventure now. My curiosity blossomed as I remembered the staff telling me about the area on the floors above me. I had to see what was up there.

I decided to use the stairwell, since my room was right across from it. I didn't want anyone wondering why the elevator would be traveling up to those floors at night. It was late and all was dead silent as I open the door to look out from my room. Since I had no idea what I might encounter, I put my coat on over the lingerie I was wearing and headed up the stairwell. As I climbed, there was an echo that made my heels sound like an explosion going on, so I shifted to try to only walk on the balls of my feet.

I climbed the stairs and as I went up, cringed at the amount of noise my heels were making any time they happened to strike a step. Reaching the top of the stairs I opened the door and was surprised to see the top floor was completely empty except for piles of construction material and furniture in stacks. There were no walls, only vertical support beans. It was dark, merely illuminated by city lights diffusing in through the windows and the exit signs glowing in the darkness.

It was then I decided that it looked safe enough to have some excitement. I returned to my room and got my new toys, placing them in a plastic bag I'd found in the bathroom. I moved quickly and as quietly as possible but that was of course impossible in that echoing stairwell. This time I'd left my coat in my room now that I knew where I was going. It was thrilling being so exposed in my sexy lingerie as I left my room.

I opened the door to the top floor and entered, walking to the far end of the floor. Opening the vibrator package, I filled its battery compartment and inserted it inside my pussy. It was egg shaped with a tail that extended out of me. I really could feel it inside me, since it was a very good size. The butt plug was next. After all, I figured if I was going to do this, I should do it right. I took the collar out and put it around my neck pulling it tight, it was high and restricted my head movement. It was then I noticed the small bell connected to the front of the collar, this must have been the free gift that I was told about. The bell tinkled distinctly in the dead quiet of the room each time I moved.

Pulling out the cuffs, I squatted down and secured my ankles. That's when the vibrator turned on and sent a thrill through me. I realized the chain noise must have triggered the vibrator. I stood up and just the noise from the chains shifting triggered the vibrator again. Quickly I closed the cuffs on my wrists, but at that point I realized the keys were still in my room.

"OhMyGawd!! I'M REALLY TRAPPED!" raced through my consciousness.

Looking around, I saw that it was a long way to the stairs and my freedom. This had taken a real turn in excitement level, maybe not for the best, though. I could just see the next day's six o'clock news, reporting that a woman had been found chained in a hotel by her own doing, plus a video clip shown on the eleven o'clock news.

I grabbed my plastic bag and started to shuffle my way across the vast open floor space toward the door to the stairwell. I was near the elevator when I heard it 'ding' and saw on the indicator that it was coming up. I didn't know which floor it might be headed toward, but I sped my movements toward the stairwell. The vibrator started from the sounds of the chain links, and I moaned but kept watching the elevator indicator rise. I waited until I could tell it was definitely coming to this floor and then I scurried and dove behind a pile of drywall. I wound up lying flat on my front in the dust. I heard the elevator door open and footsteps. I hoped that it was the night clerk making his security rounds, and that peering behind drywall was not on his checklist.

He walked around a bit and then left by the elevator. Muscles aching from holding myself motionless, I shifted a bit and that started the vibrator. I prayed he didn't hear it or my sudden grunt. I had to fight to stifle my desire to moan. My heart was thumping so hard that I was surprised that the vibrator didn't hear it in my chest.

I got to my feet and the chain's noises of me getting up activated the vibrator anew! I fell back to my knees, which made sounds that just extended the run time on the vibrations. I was getting wet and very frustrated.

Skittish now, I took the plastic bag and moved as fast as I could and almost made it to the door when the vibrator again turned on and didn't stop, I fell to my knees, and it was driving me crazy. But it stopped and I quietly opened the door with a push.

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I was breathing hard and my legs were shaky as I started my trip down the first flight of stairs. But not for long, since the echoes of my heels and bell triggered the vibrator and I had to sit down on the steps to catch my breath. It appeared now to be a very long way down indeed. It seemed the least noise in the stairwell was amplified by echoes and the vibrator responded. I was in the middle of the first flight of stairs when the first full orgasm hit me, and I do mean hit. It shook me to my core as my eyes went out of focus and my eyeballs rolled back in their sockets!

I laid there spread open and helpless, just moving stirred more sensations and I had to be very quiet or the vibrator would just trigger again. I was afraid I'd go into an endless loop of moaning that would trigger it all the more. I had three more sets of stairs to get down to my floor but the echoes generated as I went down one more flight flooded me with another body quivering orgasm. I decided I'd better get out of the stairwell for a breather and exited onto the floor above mine. I wasn't clearly thinking straight, or I might've noticed that this floor was brightly lit, unlike the floor above.

But seconds later, I heard a subtle whine of a power screwdriver, a rasping sound of tape, and the soft, wet sounds of joint compound -- someone was working, hanging drywall from the sounds of it. Before I could gather my wits and dive back into the stairwell, I heard two guys chatting as they approached! There were some drop-cloths covering boxes of furniture or something, so I slithered under one, hiding.

"I wish we didn't have to put in overtime like this, George. I like going to happy hour at the bar right after work. I haven't picked up a woman in days," he laughed.

"Jim, we only had a few pieces of drywall to hang to finish that room. Now the joint compound will be ready for sanding tomorrow. And it's not that late. Maybe you can still get lucky." There was the sound of a masculine hand giving his buddy an encouraging slap on his back.

I could tell from their voices that they were quite close to me. Not daring to move a muscle, I was hoping they were headed for the elevator, and either home or a bar. That's when I heard the footsteps pause.

"George, who left this chain lying here? Someone could trip over it." Moments later, I shrieked when there was a tug at the chain connected to my ankles as my feet were dragged out from under the drop-cloth. "Hot damn! There's a woman attached to the chain! Look!" Seconds later, the drop-cloth was lifted and I was fully revealed. "What in the hell are you doing here, lady?" a gruff voice asked. "Poking around to steal things? We'd better call the manager!"

"No! Please don't -- Jim, is that your name?" He nodded, still suspicious. "I didn't know the floor was occupied! I was just playing a little bondage game with myself, using... my... new... toys... oh FUCK!" Since I was nervous and scared, I'd managed to ignore the vibrator for a while, but our loud voices kicked it into high gear and I couldn't prevent myself from cumming as they watched, wide-eyed.

"Did you just cum?" Jim asked, his voice tinged with incredulity.

"Yes," I managed to gasp, panting. "I have a sound activated vibrator in my... inside me. Our loud voices must've set it off," I concluded in a whisper.

He got a strange grin on his face, saying, "So if I do this..." and he started clapping his hands together loudly near my crotch. The vibrator immediately sprang to life and I began writhing on the floor, pleading with him to stop. I needed to catch my breath.

"Well, that was amusing," Jim stated. "But we really ought to drag her down to the night manager."

"Please, Jim, don't," I choked out, thinking furiously. I didn't want word of this fiasco to get back to my company, so I needed to bargain for silence. "I heard you talking a moment ago about the bar, and happy hour, and not having had a woman for days."

"Yeah? So?" He sounded a little defensive and embarrassed.

"Well, if you don't turn me in, and keep absolute silence about all this, you can have a woman right here, right now," I bargained.

"You mean..." His eyes widened in surprise, perhaps unable to believe my offer.

"I mean that you can fuck me now, with my full consent. And your buddy George is a witness that I'm giving such consent." I turned to look at George. "And George, that means you can have me too, as long as you both keep silent about this. Please."

It's nice that men often think with their dicks in such situations. I could see the bulge forming in Jim's pants. "You have my word," Jim said, starting to open his pants.

George blushed. "I'll keep your secret, I promise," he stated. He looked shy. I felt I needed to break the ice with him a little.

"Uh, George... would you do me a favor? While Jim is getting ready, do you see that small cord hanging out of my pussy? Yes, it's OK to look. I need you to grasp that cord and slowly pull the vibrator out of my pussy. We need to make room for the cocks."

George knelt down and almost gingerly took hold of the cord, being careful not to actually touch my hot, wet skin. He pulled and gradually the egg-shaped vibrator came out of my pussy. It was almost as if I was laying an egg when it finally popped free. "You can put it in my plastic bag, please," I told him.

At that point, Jim was more than ready. Since I was already on my back on the floor, with my thighs wide apart so George could remove the vibrator, Jim knelt just inside the chain holding my ankles together. My pussy lips were still splayed open from the removal of the vibrator, so Jim briefly rubbed his dick on their exposed wetness and then quickly penetrated me and started pumping. I didn't expect him to last very long due to his confession that he hadn't had a woman in a while. But he surprised me, lasting probably more than ten or twelve minutes of continuous fucking.

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At first, I was just passively tolerating being used like this. But Jim's eagerness and staying power finally got through to me, especially since I was chained in my restraints, like one of my fantasies that had come true. My pussy cooperated as my arousal intensified, gripping Jim's cock more firmly, feeling the increased friction. Inspired by that, his thrusts deepened, bottoming out in my love tunnel, and that caused his pelvis to nudge and press on my clit in a thrilling fashion! I came, clutching his manhood in my depths! Soon thereafter, I felt his cock start rippling and twitching as he spewed his warm semen into me. He stopped thrusting at that point, and we just enjoyed being joined together.

After a bit, his cock softened and slipped out of me, so he got up and readjusted his clothing. I noticed that George had turned away from us, and I wondered if he hadn't even watched our intercourse -- was he that shy? Jim said, "She's all yours now, buddy. After that wonderful fuck I'm heading out for a drink. Enjoy your time with her. See you tomorrow."

I noticed that Jim's speech was a little rushed. Maybe he was feeling a little embarrassed at fucking a woman he didn't even know. Who can tell about men? George said, "Thanks, buddy... yeah, see you tomorrow." But it was to the closing door, Jim having vacated that fast.

"I'm ready for you, George," I told him. "Sorry that you're stuck with sloppy seconds."

To my surprise, George responded, "That's all right, Ma'am. Let me help you up and help get you to your room." He held out his hand. A little shocked, I took it and let him assist me up off the floor. He picked up my plastic bag, and checked that we were leaving nothing behind as he asked. "Where's your room?"

"Umm... it's down that stairwell, one flight down, and my room is right across the hall from the stair door." I started hobbling toward the door with my legs still hampered by the chain.

"Where are the keys to unlock those things from your ankles?" he asked.

I blushed. "I hate to admit it, but I left them in my room by mistake."

"Here," he said, handing me my plastic bag. As I took it, he scooped me up into his arms! "It'll be easier on the stairs if I carry you, Ma'am." He seemed to be holding me easily, as if I was as light as a feather. I could feel the power in his arms as I snuggled against his warm chest. He may have been working for hours, but his scent was a spicy, manly scent that I enjoyed inhaling. Carefully navigating the steps, it seemed like mere minutes later we were at the stairwell door. He set me back on my feet as he peered across the hallway. "That door right there?" he asked as he pointed.

"Yes, that's my room," I assured him.

"Where's your room key card?" he asked.

I giggled. "It's inside my bra, and you have my permission to fish it out of there, George. You can even peek, if you want."

Taking me at my word, he pulled my bra forward far enough to not only reveal the key card, but also expose one of my breasts along with its hardened nipple. "Lovely," he breathed, staring at it. "OK, I'll go open your door, and see if the hallway is clear. If it is, you can scoot right across and into your room."

I stuck my foot in the stairwell doorway to keep it ajar as George crossed the hall and keyed my door open. Holding my door wide open, he peeked left and right, looking a little like a spy on a mission, and then gestured for me to join him. My heart raced a little as I crossed the hallway and made it to the safety of my room. "Please come in and shut the door, George," I invited. I found the keys and squatting down, had enough slack to unlock my wrists first, and then my ankles.

Sighing with relief, there was a question nagging at me, and I needed to ask it. "George, I know I must look terrible after getting all that dust and dirt caked on my body. Is that why you didn't want to fuck me?"

He got that shy, abashed look again. "Ma'am, you're an amazingly lovely woman... dust and all. But it didn't sit right with me, making love to you on that floor."

"Would doing it in my bed be more comfortable?" I asked him softly.

I watched him swallow hard, considering. Nodding, he stated, "I'd really like that."

"Then I don't want to get my bed all dusty, so how about if we start with a shower?" I asked.

"Shower? You mean the two of us? Together?" he choked out.

I removed the neck collar, not sure if it should get soaked. I was still wearing my bra, panties, garter belt and stockings. "Yes, George, I mean exactly that. And since I have to rinse out this lingerie anyway, I'll climb in first and strip it off as the shower soaks it. And you can watch, and then join me when I'm naked, OK?" He nodded eagerly, and started unbuttoning his shirt as he followed me into the bathroom.

I adjusted the water temperature in the shower and stepped in, removing and rinsing the bra, which I handed to an avidly watching George, telling him, "Please put that in the sink." Next I unhooked and removed the garter belt, rinsed it and handed it to him. As I rolled down the stockings, to my dismay, their knees had holes, probably from my diving to the floor to try to hide, or falling onto my knees each time the vibrations crippled me. "If people saw these stockings, they'd probably assume I'd given blowjobs to everyone in the bar," I muttered sadly. "These go into the trash, George." Finally, I stripped off my panties and gave them a quick rinse. George was nude by that point, and tossed my panties into the sink and then stepped into the shower to join me.

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