At ten minutes to four, I nervously walked into the Midtown Hotel lobby. Quickly I walked straight to the open elevator stepped inside and hit the button for the ninth floor. The door closed and I took a deep breath. My mind was whirling. I took another deep breath when the door opened. Rapidly, I walked down the long hall until I was standing in front of room 919. My trembling fingers fumbled with the key card. I hurried inside and closed the door before anyone could see me.
Catching my breath I looked around the freshly renovated hotel room. It was very contemporary, clean, and neat. Then I noticed a note placed on the middle of the king sized bed.
I picked it up. My hand began to tremble as I read it. It was instructions from Michael. It told me what I needed to do before he arrived. I took several deep breaths. I had no choice but to be here. I foolishly attempted to bribe Mike, a federal auditor. He has the power to send me to prison for attempted bribery. Fortunately, he will let make personal restitution and not report my illegal action. Serving out our arrangement is better than prison. I reminded myself that my sentence of total servitude was only for one week. All I have to do is do what he wants and then I can get on with my life.
Setting the note down on the nightstand I removed my blouse and skirt. Seeing the armoire I went and opened it. Grabbing a hanger I hung up my clothes. As indicated in his instructions, there was a small bag on a hanger. I removed the bag and opened it. Inside was a pair of mesh thigh high stockings, a black garter belt, and my next instructions. I put on the alluring items and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked like a sexy slut and not a married professional. Shaking my head, I walked over to the bed and pulled off all of the bed covers which revealed four leather collars. Each was attached to a stretch cord that had been secured to the four feet of the bed. I wanted to make sure I did everything correctly, so I re-read the instructions before climbing onto the bed.
Sitting in the center, I straightened my leg out towards the foot of the bed. I attached the collar around my right ankle. Stretching out my other leg, I fastened the second collar to my left ankle. Lying down on my back I took a deep breath and paused. Mentally, I contemplated how extremely vulnerable I would be if I were to complete my instructions. Still, I knew I had no choice. I would have to comply or I would end up in jail.
Stretching out, I slid my hand onto the middle pillow and retrieved the small bag that Michael had purposely placed there. Sitting back up, I dumped out the contents: an electrified dildo, a black blindfold, and a soft rubber ball attached to a silk scarf. I set the dildo between my legs. I put the stretchy blindfold on my head but I left it just above my eyes so I could see to finish carrying out my other instructions. I took the last item which I was instructed to use as a gag. Unsure of myself, I placed the ball in my mouth and proceeded to wrap the attached scarf around my head and tied it securely in place.
Inhaling through my nose, I stretched back out and reached for the collar attached to the third corner of the bed. Slipping it around my left wrist I tightened and fastened it. I was now laying spread eagle on the bed with three of my four appendages tied down. Wiggling I tested my restraints. They held me securely. I screamed softly. The ball stuffed in my mouth effectively muted the sound. Nervously I pulled my blindfold down into place with my free hand. I was obedient.
Unable to see, I groped for the vibrator. Finding it, I began carrying out the final instruction. Methodically, I worked the long plastic prick in between the folds of my feminine flesh. Michael wanted me restrained and he wanted me sexually primed prior to his arrival. Despite being scared and nervous, my body was soon relaxing and physically responding to my mechanical stimulation. I was indeed complying.
Caress by caress my skin was heating up. Stroke by stroke my intimate flesh grew more and more aroused. Time passed and my fears were fading. Physical pleasures were building. Undeniably, I was enjoying the sensations the artificial penis was creating. Sliding the vibrator deeper inside, I could feel my inner muscles contract tightly around the apparatus. My nerve ends emitted pure erotic pleasure. Marveling at the sweet sensations, I let go of the inserted dildo and stretched my free hand out. My fingers found and touched the collar still unattached. Surprising myself, I stretched farther and voluntarily slipped my free wrist through the collar and grabbed onto the attached cord.
Curiously, I wiggled and rocked. The leather restraints held me and I could barely move. Yet, I could clearly feel the mechanical penis gently vibrating inside me. I could clearly taste the rubber ball stuffed into my mouth. I could hear it muting my noises. My eyes were open, but I could only see black. Experimenting, I briefly writhed. I pumped my hips and moaned. My body was restrained but not my senses.
Erotic pleasure continued as I tested my captivity. My physical pleasure was genuine. I started feeling guilty. I should not be enjoying my horrific situation. Yet intense novel erotic pleasure was clearly coursing threw me. My captivity was pleasant for now. But fear returned. What will Mike do to me? What if he caught me enjoying my criminal sentence? Quickly, I let go of the cord and pulled my hand free. Reaching down, I carefully pulled the nine inch dildo out of my fully aroused flesh. Breathing heavily through my nose I tried to calm down. I tried to cool my heated and drooling body.
Minutes later, I heard noises outside the door. Nervously, I rested the vibrator on my still tingling flesh. A moment later the door opened and closed. Clad only in mesh stockings and a garter belt, I could only imagine what I looked like being gagged, blindfolded, and tied down on the bed. Somehow, I managed to take comfort in knowing that I had fully complied with Michael's directions.
Scared, anxious, and nervous, I squirmed and waited to see what would happen next. Each moment of uncertainty was torturous. Heightening my agony, Michael never spoke a word. In premeditated silence, I could hear him slowly stepping towards the bed. Still, I jumped when his hand grabbed hold of my wrist. Stretching it out to the corner of the bed he snuggly secured it to the last collar. My captivity was now complete. My ears strained to decipher each sound. Methodically, he walked around the bed and tested each restraint. He made sure I carried out my instructions. He confirmed that I was fully immobilized and totally vulnerable.
The bed moved. I felt him sitting down. Deliberately, he leaned over until his lips brush up against my right ear. I could hear him breathing. I could feel him poised over me. An eternity and a moment later, his tongue flicked and touched my earlobe. It tickled and reflexively I squirmed only to feel the leather bands stop me from escaping the sensation.
"Did you turn yourself on," he whispered in my ear as he placed his hand on my stomach.
I shook my head up and down and his hand began to slowly move.
"Good, did you get yourself off," he whispered while delicately rubbing my belly button.
I shook my head side to side as his other hand confidently grabbed and cupped my breast.
