Suite1403

by Brent Mundy

 

I had planned this little adventure for a long time. My family was away visiting relatives in Florida; I had a three-day weekend from my job, and no other commitments. I made reservations at the hotel six months in advance to make sure that I would be able to get the suite of rooms I wanted. It overlooks the park. It's a beautiful view this time of the year with the ground covered with a foot of snow.

I arrived at the hotel and registered under my mother's maiden name, paying in cash and tipping the desk clerk well to make sure that I would be undisturbed. The bell captain had my bags and trunk taken to my suite. I first saw the suite quite by accident a year ago when I attended a weeklong business meeting at the hotel. I was walking to the elevator when I saw that the door to Suite 1403 was open. The maid's cart was just outside but no one was in the room at the time. As I walked by, I was struck with the complete femininity of the room. Its soft shades of pink and pastel colors first caught my eye.

I stepped in to take a quick look, hoping that I wouldn't be confronted by the staff. It was absolutely gorgeous with thick lush carpet that seemed to be a foot deep and my shoes sank into the fibers. Rich satin's and silks abounded with lightly tanned leather accents. It was both feminine and sexy. I moved to the bedroom and my heart skipped a beat when I saw the huge canopy bed sitting on its high platform facing the wall of windows that revealed the heavily wooded park. The bed was even larger than king size, and the huge posts at the four corners were all painted a bright pink. Attached to the canopy were a series of mirrors so that when one lay on the bed, they could see their reflection. The thick quilted pink satin bedspread was accented by five giant overstuffed pillows in the same material. Pink ruffles covered everything, and a thick white fur throw was folded neatly on the foot of the bed.

I heard a woman talking to man in the other room as one of the maids re-entered the suite. Luckily, I was able to slip out another door into the hall from the bedroom, gently closing the door behind me. A bellman was walking towards the far end of the hallway. As I walked past the suite's door, I saw a most striking woman coming out carrying an armful of dirty pink linen. She was a Latin beauty with long dark hair and blazing dark eyes. She was wearing the usual hotel uniform, a clean pressed top, and a knee length skirt that did nothing to conceal her luscious body. She seemed tall to me but then I noticed that she was wearing four-inch high pumps, a shoe choice not normally favored by service staff types.

We made brief eye contact as I passed. It was quick, but it was still enough to send shivers up my spine. This woman eluded sexuality. She made me almost melt with lust. I might have gotten in trouble had I not remembered the sales meeting I was hosting on the main level of the hotel. Alas, the things you see when you have no time...

Now I was standing in the room again. Nothing had changed. The room still turned me on, which was exactly the reason I was there. I had the bellman place my luggage in the bedroom and politely refused his offer to open the bags. I tipped him handsomely with the admonition that I was not to be disturbed. He said that he quite understood and placed the "Do not disturb" sign on the doorknob as he closed the door. Then I was alone in this incredibly erotic suite of rooms. My heart started beating rapidly in anticipation of my uninterrupted adventures over the next two days.

I immediately went to my heavy steamer trunk, quickly unlocking and opening it to behold the items that would feed my lust for the next 48 hours. First, I carefully removed the furs that were mounted on their heavy hangers. I placed them in the large bedroom closet and stood back to admire them. They looked scrumptious, hanging there shining in the soft light. I allowed myself to reach out and gently fondle a sleeve here and there, bringing some to softly stroke my cheek and inhale the aroma of their pelts. Of all my clothes, I love my furs the best. But I couldn't be distracted. . .not yet. I summoned up all my will power and returned to the trunk.

I continued my unpacking, assembling my cache of ropes, leather straps, steel cuffs, dildos, butt plugs, gags, hoods and assorted other bondage items. I placed them on the love seat, nightstands and chairs around the room. I removed the digital and video cameras, their tripods and remote actuation devices. I set them up around the bed so I would be able to record this extraordinary weekend.

Next, I unpacked the suitcase with my clothing. One should always bring enough changes of clothing for these little outings. There were many beautiful new items purchased just for this weekend, many still in their packages including a tight fitting red satin discipline corset with a tortuous built-in bra, several pairs of red lace-top suspender pantyhose, and three pairs of ruffled boy leg panties, in red of course. I just love red. It makes a girl look so . . .cheap and soiled, if you know what I mean. There were four soft silk blouses, a 50's style pink cashmere sweater with a huge white fox collar that ran down to the waist, and two leather mini-skirts. Then I came to my boots. I could smell their alluring leather perfume as soon as I opened the case.

I had them imported from Genova, Italy. Made of red kidskin and topped with a red fox fur cuff, these thigh high boots were the best money could buy. There were sixty rows of eyelets on the front of each boot. It takes over an hour to properly run the laces up the front. Some call this type of boot, foot corsets.

They're designed to function like a ballet toe shoe in that they force your feet into a nearly vertical position with an extreme arch to the foot, and all your weight directly on the specially designed toes. This gives the highest heel possible in a wearable boot without a platform sole.

Constructed of leather-covered steel, the "ultraheel" takes the concept of a high heel to its extreme. To wear these boots you must accept long periods of training and conditioning to wear them for any length of time. I spent several months secretly getting my feet in shape simply to fit into them and then practiced for weeks getting accustomed to the arch and walking in them.

Nevertheless, if you are a bondage freak, it's well worth the effort. They are so sexy. Each step is delicate, graceful, and hesitant. Your legs look longer and more delicate, and they really emphasize your ass. It can be quite exciting to watch someone walking in them. They definitely affect their ability to walk by forcing the wearer into a short, choppy stride, placing one foot carefully in front of the other. It's a motion that some have labeled "mincing." Of course, the wearer is on the verge of becoming unstable at any moment, so they must pay careful attention to their balance and the ground under their feet. As you can tell, I love these boots almost as much as my furs.

The last item removed is my wig, packed in its own case. I personally believe that hair makes the girl so I purchased the best. The silky, layered, just out of the salon look black wig has incredible volume and body. I had it cut with long bangs and a slight wave over its full-fall to 20-inches below my shoulders.

Finally, I open my last case, which contains all my makeup. A huge variety of powders, rouge, eye shadow and liner, false eyelashes, lipstick, liner and gloss. Everything I need to become the girl of someone's dreams.

By now, I am becoming overwhelmed with anticipation so I take a few minutes to just sit on the bed and relax. I always get excited about dressing up for bondage and sex but this has been in the planning stages for so long, I can't wait to start it.

I head to the bathroom to prepare my body. I want to start with a clean slate so I give myself two herbal enemas to get things washed out. Then I jump into the shower for a nice long soak in the hottest water I can stand. I emerge refreshed and pat myself dry, inspecting my hairless body in the mirror. A liberal application of skin conditioner and a dusting of my favorite body powder ensure that I feel pretty even before I begin dressing. I love the Chanel Allure line of fragrances and use them exclusively. To me, their scent is pure sex.

I tried to put the dressing process off as long as I can to heighten my sexual tension but I soon recognized it was futile. I'm already so hot; l can't stand it any longer. It's time to begin. The first item to go on is my lace top suspender pantyhose, which I carefully roll up into a doughnut shape and unroll up my divine legs. I like these new hose because they leave my crotch and butt completely exposed yet envelop my legs in silky ecstasy.

Now I begin the arduous task of pulling on my boots and lacing them up. I have to pause a few times during the process as I am getting so excited from the mixture of the smell of the boots and my perfumed body powder. Finally, I'm finished and I carefully stand and look in the mirror to check my progress. I am in love with the image in the mirror and my imprisoned feet hurt already.

I begin the task of wrapping myself in the discipline corset. With the help of lacing devices, I manage to create a 22-inch wasp waist, which greatly curtails my breathing, but the feeling of being bound in this primitive style fashion device is well worth it. Next, I carefully mince over to the chair where I pick up two small vacuum devices to fit over my already hard nipples. I wet the first cup, place it over my left nipple and begin to pump the air out of it. As I watch, it pulls the nipple deep into it. I don't feel much discomfort. . .now. . . but I know its coming. I disconnect the pump bulb and duplicate the process on my right nipple. When both are sealed to my soon to be tortured tits, I throw the pumps back on the chair and pick up the molded breast forms that I have modified to fit over my nipple torture appliances. I glue them over my own, lesser breasts, using the cement provided by the manufacturer. Finally, I flop my new breasts into the bra cups built into my corset. Again, I check my image in the mirror. Looking better. I grab a pair of my ruffled boy leg panties and pull them on over my panty hose. The ruffles add to my ultra feminine look.

It's time to apply my makeup so I carefully walk to the dressing table, enjoying the pressure over the full length of my legs from the boots. I turn on the mirror lights and sit my ass on the pink velveteen stool. I believe that the application of heavy of makeup can hide a multitude of a girl's shortcomings. I start with a cream foundation and a layer of light powder. Then some heavy eye shadow in dark blue, light blue, and a light pearl blue. Then I glue a huge pair of two-inch long showgirl-style false eyelashes to the upper eyelids and make sure they are curled. Then tons of thick black eyeliner with lines drawn to the outer side to elongate my sexy eyes. I add a bright pink blush stroked very heavily across each cheek. The lips are finished last as I apply several coats of pearl red lipstick, outlined in dark black, and topped with a clear gloss coat.

I look good enough to eat, and I wish someone would be there to eat me once I'm ready, but this weekend will be strictly solo. I pick up that long thick black wig. I spray it with liberal amounts of perfume and gently crush it to my face, inhaling the aroma. I pull the wig over my head and tighten it firmly. A few minutes brushing and combing the soft, long hair and it looks great and feels soft as fur.

I think a little punishment jewelry is in order so I pick out a pair of long heavy screw-back earrings from the makeup bag. I like the screw backs because I can create a nice long lasting dull pain by cranking them down on my earlobes. This serves to remind me of how a girl must suffer to be sexy. A dusting of sealer over the makeup to keep me pretty and its time to move into the next phase of the adventure.

As I walk past the full-length mirror on the closet door, I can't help but notice the sexy woman looking back at me. Yummy! A few more moments to admire my creation and then I'm off to retrieve my gloves from the suitcase.

They are 24-inch long red opera gloves made of kid leather from the same company that made my lovely boots. At the top of each glove is a fluffy cuff of red fox fur. I powder my arms and begin the task of pulling them up my arms. I carefully work each finger all the way into the gloves. Once up, I fasten the small gold buckles below the fur to secure them. The fur tickles my arms and the exposed parts of my chest while the sexy aroma of the new leather permeates my nose. Already my nipples are aching from the suction on them behind my breast inserts, and the dull pain from my earrings is making itself known. A little reminder of things to come.

Its time to insert the small bullet shaped vibrator into my anal cavity. I carefully layout a bath towel on the bed and recline on it making sure not to damage my clothing . . . yet. I pull my ruffled panties down in back, and taking a tube of lubricating grease, I generously coat the little vibrator and my ass before gently pushing it home. I have done this before so it's rather easy for the small device to enter my anus. The small retrieval/control wire sticks out of my closed hole. I try the remote and am greeted with a sudden blast of vibration.

Now I begin to work the remote control dildo gently up into my anal canal. This is much larger than the bullet and it takes me several minutes of trying and plenty of lube before the monster is full inserted. Now I have two wires running from my rectum. I work the function control and am greeted with a deep vibration as well as a twisting motion that sends chills up and down my spine. An added benefit is that the larger cock has pushed the smaller bullet vibrator even higher up into my body. I roll over on the bed an bury my face in the fur throw at the foot of the bed while I give myself a few minutes of pleasure at the mercy of the vibrators imbedded deep inside my ass.

I am now ready to cinch the "industrial strength" massage vibrator to my hard little clitty. The heavy device is held in place by leather straps that encircle my erect clitty and hips. My ruffled boy leg panties will also help support the weight of this apparatus . This is the first time I have used it but I am hoping it will induce me to a climax mercilessly. Like the bullet and dildo in my ass, the vibrator is not powered by batteries that can lose their charge. Regular house current powers these jewels so they will not stop until I turn them off. I turn the massager on for the first time. The pulses that this thing puts into my clitty are unlike anything else I have felt. My breathing becomes so rapid that it's hard for me to catch my breath. I turn the vibrator off and still feel the throbbing in my crotch for five minutes. I rest again before I pull my panties up, unplug the power cords and move to the closet for some furs.

Walking in my current state is almost impossible but I manage to make it by holding on to the furniture as I go dragging electric wires as I go. I guess my love of fur stems from a rather weird childhood and is tied directly to my affection for bondage and cross-dressing. The fragrance of the furs drenched in my Allure perfume was very heady in deed.

I almost swoon as I tried to decide what I wanted to wear for this evening's session? Two of the furs are long heavy coats, which brush the floor when I walk in them, even while I wear my boots. As I fondle them I remember that the ultra-heavy crystal-dyed fox cost me plenty at a major furrier's, but the fox trimmed thick raccoon I practically stole from its owner on eBay. I could masturbate in them right now but I must keep my mind on the business at hand. I want something that would let me see my bound legs in the canopy mirrors so I chose the Champaign colored "chubby" jacket made of mink and trimmed in fox. It comes down to my waist, has a big fox tuxedo front and massive, puffy, fox sleeves. The mink was a soft as sable and my clitty almost explodes when I force my leather-clad arms through the sleeves.

I strutted out of the closet for a final inspection in the full-length mirror. As I stared into the mirror, I realized that something was missing. But what? A hat, I forgot my hat. Cautiously I moved to the suitcase and removed the mink pillbox hat with its thick dark veil. I sat down in front of the dresser and carefully pinned the hat to my hair and pulled the veil down to my mouth. I could see out but it would be hard for anyone to see my beautiful face.

I return to full-length mirror. Now I was the vision I had hoped to become. A cheap looking whore, dressed in red leather, satin, and Champaign fur. I was soooo turned on. I checked the thermostat and reset it to 60 degrees. I wanted it cool in the room for my journey into bondage heaven. Wrapped in fur and leather, I wanted to perspire as little as possible.

I retrieved my single escape mechanism, which I had used successfully dozens of times before. It was a large law-enforcement type handcuff key that I placed in a small cardboard box and put under the coffee table in the living room. That would make it very difficult but not impossible for me to get to.

I carefully made my way back to the bedroom and assembled my bondage gear. Several coils of thick rope, a pair of police leg-irons modified with two chain links between them, a pair of hinged handcuffs, a severe looking penis gag with harness, and a short dog leash. I spread the fur bedspread out on the bed. I plugged in the vibrators, and retrieved the remote controls for them and the cameras, placing them all beside me on the bed.

I had planned to have at least three sessions this weekend. Each one would be just long enough for me to feel the full sensations of fur bondage but leave me some time between to recuperate.

I smoothed out the fur bed spread on top of the bed and laid across it diagonally. I pushed all the pillows behind my back to support me as I locked the leg-irons around the ankles of my boots. Already my feet were aching from the torture of the exaggerated arches of the ballet style soles. I took a short coil of rope and wound it around the arches of my boots, tugging and pulling the wraps as tight as I could before tying it off in a knot.

Then I attached the dog leash to the chain links between the leg-irons. I pulled my knees up towards my chest and wrapped another coil of rope above my knees as tightly as I could, knotting it firmly. I made sure the end of the dog leash was laid under my knees, and placed the handcuffs by it.

I lifted my veil and picked up the dildo gag. I started pushing it into my mouth and down my throat. While it has a hole down its center, I still get nervous about how it reduces my already impaired breathing. I tightened the harness forcing the gag deep into my throat almost choking on the leather monster. I looked up to the mirrored canopy and saw this absolutely divine creature with her red lips wrapped around the huge leather cock. I lowered the veil and prepared for the final stage.

Then I had a brilliant idea. I took some more rope and made two loops large enough to go around my body. I used slipknots in the loops and tied the end of each rope to the headboard post on the right side of the bed. I would lay down and begin to roll myself up in the fur throw. Once I got about half way, I would work a loop up my legs and one over my chest, handcuff myself and continue to roll myself up in the delightful white fur. I would be able to unroll myself and work on my escape. Oh my God, I couldn't wait for all of this.

I pulled the vast fur collar up around my face and neck and closed all the coat's clasps. As I tightened the fur around my chest, the pressure on my breasts increased the pain reminding me that my nipples were still being tortured by the vacuum cups. I moaned into my gag in both passion and pain. But the real stuff was still to come.

I lay down and started to roll up in the fur spread. Once my legs were rolled in the spread, I worked the two rope loops over my legs and chest trapping the spread between my body and the ropes. When I was finished, I was sitting with my back propped up by the pillows again. Everything was going to plan.

I took another coil of rope and began to form a series of "figure-eight" loops around and over my arms just above my elbows. After about ten loops, I began to tightly wrap the rope around the center of the figure eights. This effectively tightened the coils even more so my elbows and upper arms were pulled together. After I knotted the rope, there wasn't much left to do. I reached over and turned the remotes on. I heard the video camera start, heard the digital camera shutter begin to click, then the dildo and bullet, and finally the massage vibrator kicked in.

As I had thought, the last device struck me with everything it had. I was being shaken so hard by the devices, even my vision was blurred. I pushed my hands under my knees, and pulled the handcuffs through loop in the dog leash so the leash was in the center of the cuffs. Then I made sure the keyholes were facing outward so I could reach them once the key was in my hands. To escape my self-imposed bondage, I would somehow wiggle off the bed and crawl to the living room, retrieve the key from its box with my cuffed hand, and unlock the cuffs one by one.

I forced my arms around my roped thighs, under my knees and locked my wrists into the cuffs. I was now completely helpless in a modified front hog-tie until I got the key to open the cuffs and leg irons. Because the leash was so short, if I tried to straighten out my bent legs, my wrists were pulled away from my body and my back was forced to curve even farther forward. I immediately felt the muscle strain across my back, arms, elbows, and wrists. Add to this the sensations of pain in my nipples and ears, the giant penis shoved down my throat, and the vibrators in and on my body, I was experiencing a very sensual, if not painful, bondage experience. I was loving every minute of it. But I wasn't sure how long I could stand it.

My plan of being wrapped up in the fur spread wasn't quite completed. So I grabbed the edge of the spread with my fingers under my knees and rolled over until I was completely engulfed by my beloved fur. The rope loops were doing a good job keeping the fur around me but I was now on my side.

It was about this time that I felt the sensations of my first forced climax deep in my clitty as the massager worked its magic. It came quick and strong, and I rocked back and forth, rolling in passion as I shot my first wad deep into my ruffled panties. Then I realized that during my delight and physical reaction in sexual completion, I had pulled against the loops around the fur spread, which were tied to the bedpost. In doing so, my slipknots had tightened drastically. The ropes around the fur had now become tight as iron and I realized that I might have trapped myself for the weekend instead of being able to escape and live other versions of my bondage dreams. No way out. This was an extremely panicky feeling! I couldn't get off the bed and I couldn't get my wrists loose to use the key, even if I could.

The first thing I did was panic. Its one thing to play at being bound with no escape, but this was something much different. I started to buck and pull at my bounds but everything just tightened up. I was in the middle of a self-bondage nightmare. And of course, the vibrating mechanisms attached to my body were showing no signs of stopping. My overpowering lust for bondage and fur forced me to the brink of a second orgasm. Quickly I was pushed over the brink as my sissy clitty exploded again. Yet with all my problems, I was a prisoner to my passions, my body and mind continued to respond to the stimulation of dressing in woman's clothes, wearing furs and leather, and the maddening vibration in my nether regions was already forcing me toward yet another climax. How was I going to get out of this??????

I worked hard to keep from panicking but I had never been in this position before. On one hand, I was in heaven. Bound tightly, in furs and fine clothing, I was a desirable, sexy whore who was being punished for her bad deeds by constant stimulation and forced masturbation. I had played this role before but never without hope of escape.

A short while later another climax racked my body and pulled the ropes imprisoning me in the fur bedspread even tighter. I looked at the clock on the wall. What seemed like hours had in reality only been half an hour. And there was no relief in sight. The pain in my back, arms and wrists was soon joined by the cramping of my legs, securely bent at a 45-degree angle. I tried to alternate the pain from one set of muscles to another by pulling and pushing with my arms and legs. While this worked for a minute or two, a new pain would become unbearable, and I would have to shift again. And of course the distraction of those damn vibrators, kept me cumming and cumming.

The presence of the clock, was maddening. Time seemed to stand still. I tried to ignore it, not look at it, but to no avail. I tried to fight it for a while but after a short two hours, fatigue was setting in. The pain and passion was becoming a blur as my mind began to shut down. It was all I could do to concentrate on simply breathing. As three hours passed by, I mercifully lost consciousness. I awoke to another shattering climax that left my testicles aching in pain. My jaw and throat were on fire, as was my stuffed anus. My neck and shoulders ached like nothing I had experienced before. My poor sissy clit was becoming raw meat, yet the sexual excitement I received from the unending vibration.

The claustrophobia of being so severely restricted was mixed with the pain and sexual excitement. I tried to shrug my shoulders and arms to release the loops that kept the bedspread wrapped around me but nothing budged. I never even dreamed of being so completely helpless and tormented for this long.

The pain in my nipples was unbearable. The suction cups didn't feel like much at first, but they soon transferred excruciating punishment with no way to change things. I tested the ropes by yanking and struggling any way I could, but I had done it right. Nothing moved or loosened. While I could see thru the thick veil wrapped over my eyes, the darkness it caused to my vision dulled my mental senses. I could look up in the mirror and see my body wrapped in white fur jumping and twitching in passion. I could feel my penis was still rock hard and standing straight up and there was no way I could stop its stimulation. My hips simply wouldn't stop jerking and straining against the ropes and cuffs. I was going crazy. The room started spinning and mercifully, I again blacked out.

When I regained awareness, I craned my neck to see the clock. I had been in this hell for over six hours now. It was early morning. I knew I wouldn't last much longer. I strained with all my might to get the ropes away from the bedpost. I was completely out of control. Lost. I never thought that this is the way it would all end. Someone will find my body, dressed up like a woman, tied up tighter than a goose. Obviously, a pervert gone wrong. Darkness closed in on me again.

The next time I awoke, it was to loud knocking on the front door of the suite. It repeated and I could barely make out someone calling out "Maid service." My spirits soared! Someone was going to find me before it was too late. I bounced around in my fur-lined prison and I yelled out that I was in the bedroom and needed help. But the only thing that came out of my gagged mouth was "Melllllfff meffffff!" I didn't hear anyone respond. No one could hear me! Oh my god, they left me without coming in the room! Deep inside my warped mind, I screamed "Nooooooooooooooooooooooo!" and I returned to my tortured despair.

Fifteen minutes later, much to my surprise, I heard a vacuum cleaner running in the living room. After a few more minutes, the door to my prison bedroom opened and a familiar face peered into my room. It was the maid that I had seen a year earlier. I guessed that she was still working the floor. I was saved. She did a double take when she spotted me in my fur wrapping on the bed. Slowly she made her way across the room towards the platform that supported the bed. Even in my condition, she still looked very sexy, and was wearing her trademark high-heels with her uniform.

I tried to call out through my gag but couldn't make myself understood. As she got closer, I could make out her blazing dark eyes, long dark hair, and full figure. If I wasn't so exhausted, I would most certainly have been turned on by her presence. She stopped just short of the bed and I could see the puzzlement on her face as she tried to equate what she was seeing before her. She walked around the bed, checking me out from every angle, taking in my predicament.

It was at this time, I was racked with another orgasm that caused my restricted body to buck wildly as I added another load of hot cum to my already full ruffled panties. As I recovered, I noticed a change in the attitude of my rescuer. It soon became obvious that she had made up her mind about me. I heard her call to me in a thick Latin accent. "Hey lady, what are you doing here? Who did this to you?" she asked as she examined the remaining contents of my trunk and suitcase spread about the room. "What is this? Are you some kind of freak?" she asked as she picked up a coil of rope and a pair of leather bondage cuffs. "Is this something you enjoy lady?" she asked as the cuffs dangled from her long fingers. "You are stuck there aren't you? You can't get loose. You are a bondage freak who got tied up and can't get free, yes?"

Instead of releasing me, she moved closer to observe the particulars of my bondage. She obviously heard the humming of the vibrators, and saw the rope loops that kept me bound to the bed. "You made a mistake when you tied yourself up didn't you?" I emphatically nodded my head up and down to answer. "Ah, I understand now. You are completely helpless aren't you?" she noted as she climbed up on the bed and sat beside me. "Let's see who you are under that veil," as she pulled my veil up to reveal my heavily made up face. "Ohhhh, my, look at those lovely red lips wrapped around that leather cock. That is a big leather cock in your mouth isn't it?" Again, I nodded yes. Then things started to take a turn for the worse as she traced the control wires back to the cameras and wall plugs.

"You like to take pictures of yourself suffering, no? Well, we will have to look at those, but later. For now lets turn off your vibrators, shall we?" I nodded emphatically my agreement to that. She returned to my side on the bed. "My name is Carmileta. You are a very attractive woman, do you know that?" I didn't nod this time, instead I fluttered my long eyelashes and lowered my eyes looking at her body.

"It's been a long time since I have had a fine looking woman like you. Does that surprise you, a beautiful girl like me, having sex with another woman?" I didn't respond and kept my eyes averted. "Since you are counting on me to release you, would it be fair for me to ask you to provide a little service for me? No? Yes?" It looked like she had me over a barrel, but what would she do when she found out I was not a woman? "Well, sweet thing, what do you say?" she asked as she pulled my jaw up so that I was looking into her burning eyes. "Yes, or no?"

I vigorously nodded my head up and down, indicating my willing consent. I thought she would release me and find my sissy clitty in the process. I was wrong. She had no intention of untying me. Instead, she untied the two ropes that held me to the bedpost, and then wrapped them around me, pulling their loops even tighter and knotting them firmly. Then she pulled me upright and stuffed the pillows behind my head. From her apron, she pulled out an old-fashioned straight razor and laid it on my knees.

"There we go lover, now if you want to get loose, you will service me. I will remove the gag so you can use your lips on me. But if you try to call out or resist, the gag will go in and I will cut you. Do you understand?" I nodded "yes." What else could I do? She fumbled with the leather straps that held the gag to my face before finally getting it loose. I sucked in a huge gulp of air. She began to unbutton her uniform down the front. As the garment fell to the ground, I was treated to a view that caused all my aches and pains to subside, at least temporarily. She was dressed in black leather undergarments. She quickly removed her bra and threw it on a chair, which released her huge 40 DDD globes that stood up away from her body. That left only her black leather waist-cincher, garter-belt, nylons and patent leather 5" high "fuck-me" pumps. She could not possibly have missed the loud hiss as I sucked air into my lungs at the sight of her.

"Oh you like my body do you? Let's see how well you can make love to me with that pretty mouth then," she hissed as she moved her ripe body up toward my exposed face, pushing my head back on the pillows with the weight of her crotch. In no time, I was completely covered by her hot love box, which I began to feverishly tongue and suck. She put her hands behind my head and began to pump me back and forth into her wet pussy, literally fucking my face. "Yesssss, that's good. Oh, very good lover. Mmmmmm, more tongue, that's it right there, yes, yes. . ." And just that quick she smothered my face in her juices as she quickly climaxed. She made me service her two more times in the same way before she lifted her pussy from my lips.

"There, that wasn't so bad was it?" she asked as she lightly stroked my face, gathering her cum on her fingers and feeding it into my mouth. My jaw muscles were still spasming from my long-term love affair with the gag, so I declined to comment. "Hmmmm, I wonder. . ." Carmileta mused. She picked up the vibrator remotes and turned them full on. I let out a scream as my body was attacked by the cursed machines, but no one heard me. Carmileta quickly moved to change her position and forcefully sealed my mouth to her anus. "Come on, bitch. Probe my asshole with your long tongue. Ahhh, that's it, Good. Deeper. . .deeper. Clean me out you slut whore." And I did just what she ordered, The sweet aroma of her dark regions thrilled me so that I wanted to please her even more. Gone was the shame, the pain. There was only my rescuer's taste, and the maddening vibrations that brought me to two more quick climaxes, before Carmileta had enough compassion to switch the machines off, and lift her ass enough to let me suck in some air.

As she forced the gag back into my mouth, she praised my performance. "Hey bitch, not bad. Not bad at all. You seem to have a lot of experience. Say I was wondering, my husband works here as a bellman. You wouldn't consider providing him a little service too, would you baby?" she asked as she held my head, brushing her huge breasts across my nose, "What do you say? Did I hear you say 'Yes please, Mistress Carmileta?' I thought you would like it,"

She pulled the pillows out from behind my head and left me laying on the bed as she picked up the room phone and asked for the bell captain. Ten minutes later, her husband let himself in through the bedroom hall door. He was a tall and handsome Latin bombshell with flashing eyes and white teeth. He and Carmileta conferred out of earshot and then he removed his clothes, faster than she did.

He stood beside the bed, flexing his muscular body. "So, little miss, my wife says you are one hot bitch. You going to suck me off. Baby?" he said as he moved to sit on the bed beside me. Carmileta joined him and was soon stroking his cock to its full nine-inch erection. All the time they were sweet-talking me, thanking me for my services and promising that everything would soon be all right. Carmileta again removed my gag and when I hesitated taking her husband in my mouth, she pinched my nose closed so I had to breathe through my mouth. "Come on baby, you know you want him. Look at his cock, all dripping wet and ready for your lips." Then she took his cockhead and inserted it between my lips. I had never sucked a real cock before. Sure, I played at licking and sucking my dildo's but I basically think of myself as still a heterosexual. Carmileta was about to change all that.

Her husband quickly mounted my face, sitting on my chest with one knee on either side of my head. He then spent the next half hour fucking my lips and filling my stomach with his hot salty cum, At first I found the taste revolting but the Carmileta switched on the vibrators causing my body to be racked with convulsions which seemed to spur both me and my newly found lover to new heights. After an eternity, it was finally over and I knew that I would be freed. I just wanted to put this all behind me. I would never try anything like this again!

I told Carmileta where the cuff key was hidden and she retrieved it. As she untied the ropes that kept the fur spread wrapped around me, she got her first look at my whole body. That's when I knew something was wrong. Before she released the cuffs, she went into the bathroom where her husband was cleaning up. Then I heard shouts and cursing in Spanish. The pair returned to the bedroom, obviously pissed. "You son of a bitch," Carmileta screamed. You're not a woman," she screamed. Her husband joined in "You're . . . you're some queer pervert!" He showed his anger by slapping me across the face, time and time again. "You dirty bastard whore." I ain't no queer. I don't screw no men. Shit!"

I tried to explain but they would not hear of it. Evidently, I had hurt their feelings and represented myself as a woman when I wasn't. They made it clear that while they shared women, they didn't have sex with men. It was an insult. Before I knew it, the gag was tightly secured in place in my bloodied mouth, which was still full of his and her cum. I began to cry, but this only resulted in my being slapped and punched by both of them. Thank heaven my crotch was fairly protected by the way I was bound. After their tirade was over, they retired to a neutral corner where they conferred in hushed whispers. I was so scared, I forgot the pain of my bondage for the time being.

Carmileta's husband left the room and she started cleaning up and putting my things into trash bags and the suitcase. From time to time she would pause the slap me again and curse me in her native tongue. She managed to get all of my stuff picked up and finished cleaning everything in the room except making the bed. By straining my neck, I could watch her as she packed up everything but left the trunk empty. I started crying again. I knew that they were going to kill me and bury me in the trunk. I became hysterical again.

An hour later Carmileta's husband returned along with two other men. They all came over to the bed to view my predicament. The two guys seemed to approve of me. "Yea, we'll take her. She will fit right in with our trade." What did I hear? They were taking me somewhere? Carmileta strutted over to the bed to fill me in. She had all the records of my stay in Suite 1403 removed so no one would ever know I was there. My car would be taken to the airport parking lot and left there. From this weekend on, I would just disappear from the earth. Her husband had contacted a couple of friends who ran a whorehouse that specialized in bondage trade in Mexico. I would be taken there and pressed into service to entertain both the men and women customers. Without papers or identification, no one in Mexico would believe anything I said.

Carmileta kissed me on the cheek and pulled my veil back down over my face. "Good-bye forever, little whore," were the last words I heard her say. The insult to her and her husband had been avenged. My new owners picked me up off the bed, still in the bondage that I had created, and packed me inside my own trunk. The last thing they did for me was plug a 110-volt inverter battery pack to my vibrators and turn them on as they locked me inside.

When finished, I would put the handcuffs through the loop and my arms would be forced straight out, around my knees and secured to the leash. I laid the looped end of the leash on my crotch.

  

  

  

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