The creak of ropes, the clink of handcuffs, all a continuing symphony of Laura’s futile struggles to free herself over the past however many hours it had been. She had no idea of the precise length of her bondage. Her world was set in darkness from the blindfold she had placed there. Time had slipped by without meaning as she enjoyed the biting pressure of ropes lashing her and the predicament she had set for herself. Her escape plan had failed, and now she was genuinely trapped in a web of her own making awaiting her fate.
Laura enjoyed self-bondage, but she had to admit it had started losing some of the luster it once had. She craved more. To be rendered completely unable to free herself, to feel truly helpless, perhaps finally at someone else’s hands. That’s when an acquaintance with a similar penchant for being tied up recommended the hotel she was in now. There was nothing in their official services, but it was apparently an open secret to those in the know that this particular hotel was fetish friendly to the point that even some of the staff were willing to help as needed. Laura was a bit hesitant to try the space for one of her self-bondage ideas, but in the end, the lust for more had overridden those apprehensions.
The idea had been simple: tie herself up in a really restrictive set up, one that she might actually not be able to free herself from, and then either free herself or fail and await her fate at the hands of the hotel’s kink-friendly staff. She had chosen to use as much rope as feasible and not rely on too many locking items such as handcuffs. There was something special about the rough, coarse feel of rope restraining her body.
She had started the evening by stripping down all the way to her bra and panties, a lacy black set that showed off her feminine curves. She had then laid on the bed, and welded her legs together with rope around her ankles and knees. She had cinched them as tight as she could without risking cutting off her circulation. Firm but not initially painful. She’d then pulled her ankles to her buttocks wrapping another rope about both of her legs to bind calf-to-thigh. Laura had then, before sealing her sight away, left two essential items arranged on the bed. One each for the possible fates of her night of self-bondage fun.
First, was a pair of safety scissors necessary to undo her rope bindings so she could get back to her luggage where the set of keys to her handcuffs would be found. The other was a handwritten note for whoever on staff found her should she fail. The letter was filled with lurid and enticing instructions to tie her up all weekend and use her in any way they wished.
With a deep breath to steel excited nerves, she had then donned a blindfold and panel gag with inflatable insert. She had puffed up the panel gag a few times, enough to create pressure, but not enough to fully silence herself, just muffle her words into unintelligible grunts and moans. For the final few steps she had squirmed her way back to the headboard where one last rope had been wrapped around it and a pair of handcuffs awaited. So as not to lose the handcuffs, she locked one cold side around her left wrist. Then she set about, with what would make this set up particularly tough.
Laura had tied one end of the loose rope tightly to the growing mass of rope around her ankles, a task made more difficult, but only slightly, by her lack of sight. She’d learned years ago how to make knots purely by rehearsed feel. Then it had been a matter of looping the rope around the anchor point on the top of the gag’s harness. She then pulled on the rope and as the slack was taken by her efforts, her head had been yanked painfully back and her body arched in an effort to contort to the unforgiving rope.
It was painful, it was strenuous, it was exhausting, it was exactly what she hungered for. She didn’t stop pulling the rope until her body was far enough back to raise her ample chest off the bed. Laura had then adeptly tied off the rope and quickly looped the handcuffs through one of the ropes encircling her ankles. That final click had been supremely arousing. The knowledge she might just have condemned herself to inescapable bondage raced through her. It was a divine feeling she had been searching for.
In the intervening hours since tying herself, Laura had enjoyed thrashing and pulling at her binds. She had adored the tight and strenuous position she had put herself in. Daydreams of being kidnapped for a ransom or being the victim of some sick psychopath danced through her mind. The fantasies, along with her own deft handiwork left her burning and lusting even without any direct attention to the space between her legs. She had considered including a vibrator, but had decided to forego it to focus all her attention, all her energy, on her exquisitely tight bondage. Her panties and the sheets below were plenty damp, proving she indeed hadn’t needed a little non-human assistant between her legs to make the evening fun.
At some point in her daydreams and struggles, she had heard a light thump indicating something had fallen from the bed. It took only a moment to realize her scissors were not an option anymore as they lay upon the floor far out of reach. After a few moments of panic, she had steadied herself and tried to pick at any of the knots she herself had made, but with how she was cuffed and how she had expertly tied herself, it soon became apparent that wasn’t going to work.
Then the acceptance had set in as she realized her only escape would come from whoever the hotel sent to clean her room in a few hours. It was at once both exhilarating and terrifying. She had never shared her passion with any of her various girlfriends over the years, too embarrassed and too worried with what they might think, and now some stranger was going to discover her most intimate secret. It created a swirling of powerful emotions inside the bound woman ranging from humiliation to arousing. It was a powerful cocktail as she stewed there on the hotel bed awaiting whatever fate faced her upon her discovery.
She prayed her acquaintance hadn’t been lying and that this really was a kink -riendly venue. If not, her nearly nude body coupled with a note begging whoever found her in this state to keep her bound and use her for their own gratification would likely end in a long talk with the local police, or at least hotel management. The prospect mortified Laura, but this feeling was tempered by the other prospect.
If she’d been told the truth, she could only speculate at how she might be used and abused for the first time at someone else’s whims. It invigorated her, and the idea felt poised to sate her ever growing hunger. She kept testing her bonds and enjoyed the unrelenting restraints she had herself applied. Eventually, her body tired from the emotional whirlwind and physical toll, and she nodded off for a short period.
Only minutes later though she shot awake at the unmistakable sound of a door opening, the one to her room. Immediately, every muscle in her tensed with anxiety, the ropes creaking slightly with the tension. She heard footfalls as someone approached the bedroom of the small suite. It had to be the maid service she’d requested for 9 a.m. Had she really been in this stressful position for 8 hours?
The footfalls grew louder and Laura held her breath. What would the maid think? How would she take the note? Before the urge to breathe again forced Laura to inhale, she heard the footsteps cease and someone else, not her, inhaled sharply as if startled. She heard the voice of a woman heavily tinted with what sounded like an eastern European accent say something in a language Laura couldn’t understand.
Laura let herself breath if only tentatively, there was no turning back now. She flexed her wrists in the hard metal cuffs just as she heard the crinkle of paper being held in hand. The maid, or at least she assumed the maid, was reading the note. Laura’s tanned face began to burn with embarrassment at the lurid invitation she had made. She waited and waited, until somehow after an agonizing eternity the maid spoke in broken English, “You want to tie up more, yes?” Definitely eastern European, the bound woman thought as she did her best to nod and reply past her gag, “YPHSH!”
“Okay, I get you Jo then,” the maid said before quickly darting back out of the room, the door slamming shut and the telltale clicking of the latch coming to rest. Laura had frozen, shocked. She’d envisioned being found and used by a cute young maid; she’d even gone as far as to ask specifically about if the hotel’s maid service used any men. The concierge had assured her they didn’t. Laura didn’t know who Joe was, but she sure as hell didn’t want her first bondage experience with someone else to be with some dude. No offense, but she was purely in camp fairer sex. Panic brimmed in her as she awaited what would come next. Fuck, this had been a terrible idea.
“Damn it!” Jolene, or Jo as most people knew her, muttered under her breath as she scratched the back of her head. It still felt weird to have such short hair, but she was glad today as she toiled in the heat of an unconditioned hotel room. She’d spent the last two hours trying to figure out a way to fix the broken AC unit in front of her. She knew the part she needed would be in the day after tomorrow, but they had a guest staying in here tonight, and they were at full capacity so there was nowhere else to put them. The room would be sweltering before day’s end. Every work around she’d tried had failed. She didn’t want to throw in the towel, but she was no miracle worker. She sat back, leaning on her muscular arms, her maintenance jumpsuit soaked through with enough sweat to fill a ten-gallon bucket.
She’d have to admit defeat, she knew and then get the portable unit after all. That would leave the staff breakroom overly hot, but it was the best option at this point. Guests came first after all. The recent heatwave had strained so many things at once, and Jo simply couldn’t fix it all without putting someone out until parts started coming in.
Damn though she felt like a failure. She’d failed the guest, her coworkers, and most importantly her boss and best friend Miri, the owner of the hotel. That one stung the most. Miri would be understanding, they had known each other since they were six, and she’d know that Jo had done everything she could, but Jo knew there would be an anxious look on the hotel owner’s face. She grabbed a half empty sports drink, finishing it as she tried to think of any other solution that would make everyone, including Miri. Lost in the task before her, the broad-shouldered woman nearly jumped out of her skin when a thickly accented voice called to her, “Jo, I got another. You help?”
Jo turned her hazel eyes to see the familiar middle-aged woman that Miri had hired a few years back. The woman was sweet, but still hadn’t quite picked up the language of her new home. Jo felt bad for the woman, she had fled some conflict or other and ended up here where she couldn’t initially speak the language. She stood up towering a good several inches over the maid as the woman repeated the question, “You help again Jo? It’s like before.”
It didn’t take Jo long to surmise the maid had come across some kinky person either tied up or wanting to be tied up. Somehow, Jo had turned into the hotel’s resident rigger over the past couple months. She half wanted to curse her father being ex-navy and teaching her way too many survival skills, including how to tie knots. Instead, she sighed, “Sure, Olena. Let me clean this up real quick though,” pointing to the AC unit. The maid waited patiently as Jo hurriedly straightened up her mess. Grabbing her tool bag, she followed after Olena.
First, she had failed at her actual job and now she was reluctantly having to go see to the kinky demands of yet another pervert, excuse her, “guest” was the correct term. It was the fourth time in the past three days no less. As the duo walked briskly through the hotel’s halls, Jolene wondered if it would be another middle-aged suburban housewife who’d read that god awful book and wanted to spice up her dull life. Those were the most common ones she had dealt with. She really found tying up these weirdos more tedious than anything. She could say no; Miri made it clear that no staff were required to help with the kinky requests of guests. It was a personal choice, but Jo knew how much the extra income helped everyone on the staff, and for them she was happy to put her particular set of skills to use, if not for the guests themselves.
Entering the room Olena pointed her to, Jo was pleasantly surprised the guest wasn’t her usual victim. In fact, Jo halted as she stared at the woman bound on the bed. She had dark hair, was clearly in her mid-twenties like the maintenance woman, and had an appealing body with naturally tanned skin. An ample chest that wasn’t too big or small, was fully presented to her thanks to the tight bondage. The woman’s face was obscured by a gag and blindfold, but Jo could tell she was almost certainly really cute underneath, a small nose poking between leather straps, slightly bulging cheeks unable to hide the natural heart shape of her face.
Jo felt a small flutter in her stomach for the first time since she started helping guests with a taste for bondage. Something was stirring in her at the sight of this woman straining against ropes. Somehow, Jo tore herself away from the sight long enough to read a note left by the guest on the bed. She turned a couple shades redder. The note was highly suggestive and invited Jo to have her way with this little bondage freak, er “guest.” Looking over the page, it occurred to her that this woman looked to be pretty flexible and, based on her currently difficult position and the note, she wanted things harsh. A truly experienced guest by Jolene’s estimation.
Jo gulped back her rising nerves; this was going to be a challenging guest to satisfy. She wasn’t sure if her amateur skills as a dom would suffice for someone so clearly experienced. She also feared what it meant that for the first time she was actually excited at the idea of tying up another person. Only one thing to do now, Jo thought as she cleared her throat…
Laura heard heavy footfalls. As she had awaited this ‘Joe's’ arrival, she had thought about how she would thrash and protest until he let her free, but now that she heard the approaching steps, she found her nerves had choked any sounds and struggles from her mind. She could feel the presence of a person looming over her, eyes likely already feeling up her body. It felt wrong being watched like this by some man, or at least it did until a firm, but clearly feminine voice, broke the silence, “Hi, so um, my name’s Jo and I work for the hotel. So, ma’am is this note serious? You want me to re-tie you and I can do whatever I want with you?”
Laura’s mind was still trying to piece things together; Joe was actually a Jo. Her rehearsed protest was a distant memory. Her original fantasy started to come back into focus. Should she go through with this? Let this stranger, a clear professional by her straightforward manner, tie her up however she wanted? Laura must have taken too long, because just as her mind reached its inevitable conclusion of hell yes, the other woman spoke again, “Let me take this out so there’s no confusion.”
Firm calloused hands wrapped around Laura’s head with strength, but also a surprising gentleness. The sensation of those hands undoing her harness gag, elicited a noise from Laura somewhere between a squeak and a heady moan. The hands paused slightly at the sound, as Laura felt like she was going to die of embarrassment. Then those same firm hands resumed their work.
Removing the head harness also released the tension in Laura’s body, and she dropped exhausted fully back onto the bed with a loud sigh. This Jo with the wondrously strong hands let Laura gather herself. She stretched her jaw until she felt she could speak normally. Laura then answered with all the false confidence and seduction she could manage, “Yes, please, uh, please tie me up however you like, I’m your little bondage slut for the weekend, and you can use me however you desire.” Laura cringed and couldn’t believe the words coming out of her mouth, sure she had written more lurid things in the letter, but it tasted different saying them aloud to someone. She sounded ridiculous. Still, she didn’t want to break character or give this true professional any doubts. She didn’t want to lose her one opportunity to enjoy her fantasy. She quickly added, “Please just make sure it’s really tight and as extreme as you can make it. I can handle anything.”
Laura nearly bit her tongue at those last rambling words. Could she really handle the best an expert in tying people up could offer? What if it was too much? Would this person see through her false persona and end her fantasy before it truly began?
A reassuring hand gripped her chin. Laura could feel how close this Jo was, warm breath washing over her face. “Alright, I think I can get fairly creative with this canvas,” an arousing voice reached out from beyond the blindfold. Laura blushed a bit at the idea of being equated with an object. “Two items we need to attend to before you become my artwork, slut.” The last word coming almost as if an afterthought before this Jo continued, “First, we need to set a safety signal. Seeing as you won’t be able to talk once I’m done, we’ll have to pick something other than a safe word. Our standard is one high pitched grunt, followed by a low grunt, followed by another high-pitched grunt. Think you can manage that?”
Laura nodded, but that didn’t seem to satisfy the other woman, “I need you to verbally confirm it.” Laura repeated the sequence back without hesitation this time. “Good, and let’s practice it,” Jo stated before invading Laura’s mouth with her bare hand. Laura, after the initial startling act, grunted around the invasive hand with the requested sounds. “Good, that’ll work. Make that sound to one of our staff and everything will end and you will be immediately released.” Laura felt reassured by the professional no-nonsense way the information was conveyed as the hand left her mouth.
“Next, we need to let you have a little break before I start on you.” Laura felt a shiver run through her at the latter part of that sentence. She felt those now familiar firm hands releasing her with surprising ease. Soon she was sitting up on the bed, her legs dangling over the side, her toes touching the carpeted floor. Everything had been removed except her blindfold and handcuffs. Jo had explained she would keep both on for now. Laura’s captor helped her drink some kind of sports drink to hydrate. Then Laura used the restroom as a final preparation.
Soon the pair were back at the bed and the cuffs were released, but the blindfold remained. The firm professional voice asked one final question to the blinded Laura, “So slut, last chance to back out, from here on you’re going to get the service you asked for, and trust me I will make you regret it. So, you ready?”
Laura wasn’t sure if she could handle a true expert’s skill, but she didn’t hesitate to answer petulantly, “Do your worst.”
What the fuck, Jo? What’s all this talk about making her regret it and calling her a slut? The maintenance woman turned bondage rigger didn’t know what was coming over her. She’d never been this way with any other guest she tied up. Seeing this woman bound had ignited some strange fire in her she didn’t know had been there. One part of Jo’s mind was waiting for the woman to call her bluff and realize Jo had no fucking idea of how to tie up a real bondage enthusiast like her, the other part was swimming in a sea of kinky alluring possibility.
Jo quickly used her larger frame to push the smaller woman into a sitting position on the bed. She grabbed a coil of rope from a bag the other woman had left out on the floor and quickly bound the woman’s wrists tightly together. In all honesty, Jo had been impressed with the knots the other woman had used on herself, but she was confident hers still bested the little bondage enthusiast’s when it came to form and function.
Figuring the other woman needed her arms more restricted, Jolene quickly tied another coil around the woman’s elbows. Jo pulled them tight, and to both women’s apparent surprise managed to get Laura’s elbows to touch with only a small grunt of pain.
Come on Jo, this is still not enough for a bondage junky like her. She guessed that Laura would expect something more extreme. Scrambling to figure out her next move, Jo’s hazel eyes darted about the room until they fell on her own discarded tool bag and the silvery glint of a roll of duct tape. She retrieved it and forced Laura to ball her hands into fists that she wrapped in layer upon layer of duct tape until both were little silver orbs. She then wrapped these together into one larger mass.
Jo started to think ahead and realized she should have told Laura to strip first. Since that was no longer an option for the bra, Jo picked up a pair of safety scissors that happened to just be lying on the floor for some reason, and she cut away both the woman’s bra and panties. After the fact, it occurred to Jo she could have just slid the panties off, but they were past that point now. Jo, using her most official and imposing voice, commanded the other woman to sit cross legged.
Jo watched transfixed by the partially bound body before her. Laura looked damn good tied up and wriggling around. Her chest was big enough to sway a bit with each motion. Jo took a moment to inspect her. What had she called Laura moments ago, her canvas? That was embarrassing, but the maintenance woman couldn’t help but admire the tanned and lithe woman sitting there now occasionally testing her bonds.
A surprising heat built between Jo’s legs at the sight. There was something different with Laura. She watched the other woman’s beautiful chest rise and fall with each breath. She admired the way Laura’s full lips made it seem as if the woman wore a cute perpetual pout. Jo’s hazel eyes lingered on Laura’s soft cheeks before gliding down to a slender neck that she wanted to kiss. Fuck! Jo shouted in her mind. You’re here to help a guest, not daydream about your own desires!
Worried about how long she had admired the other woman’s beauty and how that inactivity might reveal how much of an amateur she was, Jo scrambled about the room looking for what she could use to bind this woman and satiate her hardcore desires. Looking over the contents of what gear Laura had brought, and Jo’s own tool bag, the maintenance woman had one epiphany after the other. A smile glided across her face as a plan of attack fell into place.
Sitting on the bed, Laura simmered in silence. Jo had said nothing after she assumed the commanded position. As the quiet moment dragged on, Laura began to feel anxiety at what the other woman planned to do now and wondered nervously why it was taking so long. That was until she realized that the inactivity must be part of the plan to build tension, and Laura felt a rush at just how devious the professional tying her up was. Laura fidgeted a bit in her current restraints worried about the impression she was making on someone so much more experienced than her. Laura strained against the ropes binding her arms. A small ache had already set in from her elbows touching, and she still couldn’t believe how little her hands could move under the tape
Suddenly, she heard Jo heavily stomp about the room. There was a flurry of activity going unseen by Laura. It made her anxious as she felt items being tossed onto the bed around her, some barely noticeable, others landing with a weighty thud. Laura’s mind raced with the possibilities. Excitement and apprehension common companions to her idle waiting.
Finally, Jo spoke up and the content of her words were a bit surprising to Laura, “So, I think a bondage slut like you needs her senses taken away. After all, you’ll probably be able to guess everything I’m doing otherwise.” Laura couldn’t believe that she had this professional duped. Sure, she tied herself up a good bit, but she knew her own skills were only so good and were likely nothing compared to Jo’s practiced hands.
Laura felt one of those calloused hands on her chin. “Open,” the command was simple, but authoritative. She complied and soon felt some balled up cloth being forced inside her mouth and pushed to one side, and then a second mass of the same material to the other. Instantly, Laura’s mouth went dry as the cotton material soaked up all the saliva present. Laura prodded the masses a bit with her tongue trying to figure out what they were, but Jo beat her to the punch revealing, “I think we could fit another pair of those ankle socks of yours in that cute little slut mouth, but I think we’ll stick with the two for now.”
Under the blindfold Laura’s eyes went wide, at least the socks were clean. Then she heard the tearing of tape as Jo sealed the socks in with several layers. Laura lost the exact count along the way, but there were at least six layers covering her mouth.
Jo surprised her again as she whispered into Laura’s left ear, “Now say goodbye to your hearing.” Laura’s breath quickened as she felt something invade her left and then her right ear. At first, it felt something like regular foam ear plugs, but when they finished expanding the outside world wasn’t just muffled, it was nearly silent. This was a new sensation for Laura. She’d blindfolded herself plenty, but this was something else. She was deaf, blind, and mostly mute at this point. Whoever Jo was, she seemed to really know her stuff when it came to bondage.
Soon she felt her hair being pulled back into a tight ponytail. What was the woman up to now? Whatever Laura was expecting it wasn’t what came next. She felt something strange being pulled over her head. It seemed smooth, but stretchy as it cascaded down over her hair. Then it glided over her forehead.
Laura panicked slightly as the material covered her nose. She worried if she would be able to breath with her mouth gagged, but while it was definitely harder to breath, the material did allow air in. The smooth stretchy fabric continued its march down her head until it finally reached the base of her neck. What was this, some sort of special bondage hood? She certainly didn’t own a hood. Did the hotel have its own? Of course they would, these were professional riggers and doms, obviously.
Then she felt two tugs at the top of her head as something was pulled down and wrapped around her neck. The material tightened about her throat as it was tied off. For a brief moment Laura’s heart fluttered as she thought some kind of breath play scene was about to take place. She hadn’t set any limitations on what could be done to her, and so Jo would be in her rights to do so, but it made Laura nervous as she had never tried something like that before.
Her nerves faded though when the tightening at her neck ceased and she could still breath easily, the material stretching against her throat with each breath like a second skin, but tight enough to remind her of its presence. Then she felt something begin looping over, under, and around her head. It dawned on her it was probably more duct tape. As the tape began to pile up on her head, it took away the last faint sounds of the outside world, leaving Laura in total darkness and silence. The professional, and obviously experienced, Jo was driving Laura wild with arousal as she applied more and more bondage.
Jo looked down at Laura. Her head was entirely encased in silver duct tape. Well, except for a triangle of tan pantyhose over the woman’s nose. Using a pair of safety scissors, Jo cut away the small patch of material exposing a flaring set of nostrils sucking in air. The pantyhose had been a quick solution Jo had thrown together after deciding to wrap Laura’s head up in duct tape. She knew from experience she didn’t want to place the tape directly on Laura’s hair or skin, so she hoped the pantyhose, pilfered from Laura’s own luggage, would suffice as protection. Jo was out of her depths here, but she was trying.
She had taken away Laura’s senses for two reasons. One she figured it was what such an experienced bondage enthusiast would want, and two she didn’t want the woman catching onto the fact that Jo had no idea what she was actually doing. Sure, she knew how to tie knots better than most, but for a real bondage fanatic with actual experience like Laura must be, she would need to do more than just a simple hogtie or spread eagle on the bed like she did for the middle-aged suburban housewives Jo usually dealt with.
Stepping back, she looked at the haphazard assortment of items she had assembled. Turning her attention to some nylon paracord from her own bag, she began encircling the base of each of Laura’s breasts creating a simple harness connecting the two. It made the two mounds of flesh bulge out unnaturally. It looked painful, but Jolene had to admit there was something bizarrely hot about it. Jo felt it wasn’t enough though, not for someone so versed. She next took two zip ties and cinched them down further along the woman’s breasts until skin began to curl around the plastic. Despite her gag, Laura managed to make fairly loud moans as this occurred.
Jolene next returned to her trusty duct tape, a maintenance woman’s best friend after all, to secure Laura’s crossed ankles. Then for good measure she looped the tape half way between the woman’s ankles and knees pressing tanned calves against equally tanned thighs. Picking up the vibrating wand from Laura’s bag, Jo used more of her tape to secure the shaft of the wand to Laura’s stomach, the head of the device resting against Laura’s vulnerably exposed pussy and clit. It took a few tries and a few test runs of turning on the vibrator at full blast to find the best placement, but eventually Jo found a spot that made the other woman twitch and moan beautifully. To make sure the newly positioned device didn’t shift, she secured it with an ungodly amount of tape wrapped around Laura’s stomach, the need to protect skin apparently forgotten. Jo flicked the device back on to a setting that slowly ramped up to max and then back down to its minimum causing the woman to move in her bondage.
Watching Laura twist and strain. Two things occurred to Jo. One she was actually horny as hell from tying up this cute woman, and two she could do better. With renewed vigor, Jo tied a rope around the taped ankles and, pushing the woman’s silver covered head down a bit, she looped the rope over the back of Laura’s neck and back down to her ankles. Then tugging with some effort, she forced the bound woman’s encased head toward her ankles until her chin rested on the bottom of the inverted shaft of the vibrating wand, the two distended and abused breasts flanking that same shaft. Effectively, Jolene had further secured the device in place with Laura’s own body, pressing it harder onto the poor, or was it lucky, woman’s sex.
Laura’s tightly bound arms had started to flail during this process alerting Jo to the need to further secure the already useless, but somehow still mobile limbs. The maintenance woman wrapped one rope around the bent woman’s chest, shoulders, and upper back. Then another around the abdomen and small of her back. This pulled Laura’s arms to her back.
The tall muscular woman surveyed her work again. She felt predatory as she reviewed what else could be done. She was enjoying watching Laura bounce on the bed twitching with the cycle of the vibrator. The faint whimpering emanating from the woman was just too adorable to Jo. For the first time in her life, she could understand the appeal of this bondage thing. She unzipped her uniform down to her waist and let her hand drift toward her own soaking wet pussy. She quickly worked at herself and slumped in a chair as she watched the other bound woman intently. The way her body strained against the bondage was so very sensual. Laura was working toward an orgasm, and Jo was following suit. Both climaxed at nearly the same moment.
In the post orgasm clarity though, Jo realized how unsafe the current set up was for Laura. She could easily bounce or roll off the bed with no way to catch herself. To rectify this oversight, the maintenance woman secured additional ropes around the other woman’s waist and secured them to each side of the bed. Now Laura couldn’t shift more than a couple inches in any direction on the bed. During this, Jo became drawn to the sight of Laura’s ballooning breasts and the pert nipples sticking out from them like two sharpened steel points. She couldn’t help herself and leaned in between the bindings and managed to lick one of them. Laura’s restrained form shook violently at the stimulation.
They must have been really sensitive, Jo thought with a wolfish grin. She cocked an eyebrow as a devious thought entered her mind. She practically leapt off the bed in excitement and grabbed a pair of binder clips from her tool bag, and with no warning clipped both on Laura’s unsuspecting nipples at the same time. A muffled howl came out of the other woman that then turned into a lower guttural moan as the surprise pain clearly sent the other woman into another more intense orgasm. Jo just watched this time mesmerized.
As Laura’s surge of pleasure receded from its most recent high, the maintenance woman realized what time it was. She’d need to get going soon to retrieve the temporary AC unit and get it to the room with the broken air conditioning, but she really didn’t want to leave this sight. Then a thought occurred to her. She could pull the part she needed from this room’s unit. Laura was clearly a masochist and would likely enjoy the added torture of the heat. Besides she had said that Jo could do whatever she wanted.
Jolene quickly removed the part, stopping briefly to watch a third orgasm wrack the tightly bound moaning woman on the bed. It would only take maybe twenty minutes to install the part, and after that there were no pressing work orders on the day, so she could come straight back here for as long as she wanted. Still, she didn’t want anyone to need her and not be able to find her, so she quickly called Miri and explained the situation. Her best friend seemed excited that Jo was finally enjoying the soft benefits of the job. Jo could sense Miri was even a bit jealous. A fact confirmed when Jo snapped a picture of her handiwork and sent it to Miri, only to hear a whiny sound that Jo knew well from their youth. “Well Miri, do you have anything overly important to do today? If not, why don’t you join me in thirty here in room 102?”
There was a long pause, “I should say no, but you’ve got me all hot and bothered. See you there!” Jo smiled as the two ended their call and she took another admiring look at the tightly bound woman. Turning back to her tool bag reluctantly, Jo gently placed the scavenged part inside. As she did, she saw her tube of icy hot cream for sore muscles. Holding it in hand, a terrible thought entered her mind, the newly awakened sadist in her coming up with a new torment.
She pulled on a pair of nitrile gloves and liberally spread the cream across two gloved fingers before approaching her prey. Using one hand she opened a space between the vibrating wand and Laura’s clit. Jo paused for a moment considering if she should do this. It seemed so cruel, yet she remembered Laura’s massive orgasm when she had applied the binder clips. Then looking down Jo saw how sopping wet the bed sheets were under Laura’s legs. Holding her breath, she took the plunge applying some of the cream on and around the tied woman’s clit.
Standing back, nothing happened at first. Then as Jo was tossing the used gloves into the trash, things started to really happen, and happen fast. First, Laura’s body actually froze locked in place as the first of the terrible sensations began to dawn upon her contorted and bound body. Then a shockingly loud howl, or maybe the better description was a shriek, sprang from the bound woman. Her folded legs began rocking uncontrollably. The mass of duct tape that enraptured her hands began frantically trying to make its way around to the new sensation in a fruitless attempt to relieve the agony. Unable to actually reach the offending area, the mass of silver just whipped a few inches side to side frenetically. Laura also began trying to pull her head up violently as she screamed.
Jolene stood horrified at what she had done. In a panic she rushed over, regretting her awful decision. Even if Laura was a masochist and had given her permission to do whatever she wanted, Jo feared that in her inexperience she had pressed things too far. Worse yet, she had nothing to alleviate the pain, so in desperation she did the only thing she could think of, she wrapped Laura in her strong arms. She hoped the firm grip might help calm the poor woman, and Jo began chanting “I’m sorry” even though Laura had no way to hear her.
To Jo’s surprise the frenzied howls and erratic movements calmed some at her touch, and despite everything, the other woman didn’t make any attempt to make her safety signal. Still, Jo needed more confirmation that the woman she was essentially torturing at this point was actually okay. God damn how had it gotten to this point? She carefully worked to clear the tape surrounding one of Laura’s ears.
Laura was utterly wrecked from her experience of being tied up by another person. This Jo had really put her through the ringer. The bondage had been tight and restrictive just how she hoped, but the torment? That had been something unexpectedly intense.
First, those clamps. They must have been some kind of special BDSM nipple clamps because they hurt like hell. For a brief moment Laura had considered making the safety signal when they were applied, but not wanting to disappoint such a capable professional by whimping out, and to prove to herself she could handle being professionally dominated, Laura had stuck it out. Plus, there was the fact that the pain had been immediately followed by one of the best orgasms of her life, making it a lot more tolerable.
The sensory deprivation had made everything more intense, she realized as well. Not being able to see or hear, meant each new restraint, each new sadistic torture was unexpected. She knew she’d have to start trying it in her own self-bondage sessions. Jo must have known just how well it would enhance everything. Laura, despite her distress, admired the skill and experience on display. This hotel really knew what they were doing. The current situation was easily outpacing her best fantasies. She was hungry for more.
That all shifted when she had felt gloved fingers at her clit rubbing something on the sensitive spot. At first Laura’s inexperienced mind thought it was a lubricant or something like that, the touch feeling arousing. Instead, as the applied substance sat on her clit it turned into the most intense burning sensation of her life. It was as if someone had taken one of those crazy ghost peppers and rubbed it all over her fucking bean, and then set a match to it as well. Her mind was in so much pain for a moment she actually forgot the safety signal. Her mind did recover that bit of vital lost information fairly quickly though, but just as she was about to grunt it out, two powerful arms wrapped her up in a gentle reassuring embrace.
It was somehow calming, and despite the still intense pain, she found the strength inside her to hold out, to endure. The arms were comforting in of themselves, but they also symbolized a more experienced person telling her less experienced mind things were going to be okay. In her agony she was grateful to have a veteran dom like Jo to help her through this. Then she felt Jo doing something at her left ear before a world of sound came crashing back.
There was a concerned and caring tone to Jo’s voice as she asked if Laura was okay. She took a moment to respond trying to decide for herself how things were. The worst of the pain had subsided, so ultimately, she decided to let the situation continue, giving a slight nod to show she was okay and wanted to continue. A dull burning sensation was still there at her crotch, but arousal was beginning to return as she wondered in her world of darkness what other divine tortures awaited her for the weekend. This was truly some wonderous and unique room service.
Jo’s once surging panic had receded with Laura confirming she was okay. In fact, Jolene was stunned as she realized the other woman was making heady noises through her gag indicating the stirrings of another orgasm distantly on the horizon. Jo clung to the little tormented woman in complete awe of how Laura seemed to take every bit of restraint and torment in stride. Knowing she was outmatched by the tied-up woman’s clear experience in all things bondage, Jo hoped Miri would arrive soon. She would know how to take this little amazing bondage freak to whatever terrible high she needed. For now, though, Jo would just enjoy the show.