Re: Whatever happens is, definitely, Lara's fault. (F+/F+) (VOTE STORY) (NEW CHAPTER 03/10)
Posted: Wed Oct 06, 2021 10:25 pm
six.
It isn't a high end hotel, but it isn't a family run Bed and Breakfast either. This is a chain hotel, meaning I could travel a couple hundred miles in any direction, walk into a building carrying the same signage above the door, and be sure of finding largely the same room waiting for me.
Which isn't a bad thing.
A king size bed dominates the available space, flanked by small shelves at the head end, with a wall mounted light above each. Opposite the bed is a long desk, atop which sits a fair sized flatscreen, next to which are tea making things and a stack of leaflets. No doubt for breakfast and dinner menus, the hotel safety policy. Stuff like that.
In one corner, next to a small armchair, sits a backpack, open.
And atop the desk, in several messy piles, is Sam's tie up stuff: Ropes, gags, toys, tape and whatever. Plenty of choices.
"Stand still." For a moment I'd considered simply cutting off Sam's tee, but that seems just a small bit too extreme. So. Around behind her, I remove the wrist rope, tossing it onto the bed and giving her butt a pat. "Clothes off." Another pat, slightly firmer, enjoying both her small moan and the feel of Sam's firm butt and tightly fitted jeans. "All of them."
Her ballgag, locked in place by way of a small padlock, the key to which is on the same ring as my housekeys, I've left on.
Of course.
It doesn't take Sam long to strip, tee, jeans and thong. Boots. Her nakedness reveals extra tattoo's: black swirls around each nipple, some kind of sea serpent, which after a moment I realise is Gyarados, a pokemon, coils on the right side of her upper back. And, on her upper right leg. Words. A whole essays worth.
Holding up a finger, the universal sign for, wait, Sam then points to the bathroom. "Sure." I smile, nod. "Go on." She nods back, and goes to take care of business.
When she comes back I hogtie her, and she lets me.
I do my best, with an experience level of zero, to make the tie good. I'd do her breasts, even A cups can be wrapped no doubt, but I'm not sure enough of how to try. I don't want to get the tie wrong, to wind up going back and starting again. So I stick to the basics.
Wrists, tied crossed, which seems easier for a novice like me then placing them side by side.
Ankles. I get Sam up onto the bed first, have her lay in the middle, on her belly. I tie her ankles crossed too. For both wrists and ankles I put the rough middle of the rope against her limbs, then wrap the ends, and tie off as they meet. Once tied I wrap again, but through and around in a different way, before tying the rope off again. And repeat and repeat.
And of course I yank all my knots tight, that one's an obvious thing. I mean, I wouldn't mind if she did break free easily, but, I'm not going to help her do so.
Lastly I join ankles to wrists. A third and final rope. Unfortunately for Sam I've got plenty of muscle, so am able to really pull this rope tight, bringing her limbs together, arching Sam's back and lifting her upper chest up off the bed.
I tie this rope off several times too.
"There." Giving her butt a smack with my open palm. "I think someone's looking pretty helpless now." I grin. "Don't you?"
"Mmfmfp mmmmmmm." Sam nods, wriggling her skinny naked body on the bed. "Mmmffpmm fffffmmffm."
"Exactly." Coming around in front of her, sitting down in the armchair, which happens to be ideally placed so she can see me.
"Well." Stretching, regarding Sam as she lays on the bed, looking back at me. "What should we do now I wonder?"
What next?
A- Con is nice, teasing Sam.
B- Con is evil, torturing (within reason, not too evil) Sam.
C- Lara phones, Con puts her on video chat, to show off Sam.
D- Con abandons Sam, for a couple of hours.
E- "If you can escape, you can tie me." And of course Sam escapes, because Con isn't good at tying.
It isn't a high end hotel, but it isn't a family run Bed and Breakfast either. This is a chain hotel, meaning I could travel a couple hundred miles in any direction, walk into a building carrying the same signage above the door, and be sure of finding largely the same room waiting for me.
Which isn't a bad thing.
A king size bed dominates the available space, flanked by small shelves at the head end, with a wall mounted light above each. Opposite the bed is a long desk, atop which sits a fair sized flatscreen, next to which are tea making things and a stack of leaflets. No doubt for breakfast and dinner menus, the hotel safety policy. Stuff like that.
In one corner, next to a small armchair, sits a backpack, open.
And atop the desk, in several messy piles, is Sam's tie up stuff: Ropes, gags, toys, tape and whatever. Plenty of choices.
"Stand still." For a moment I'd considered simply cutting off Sam's tee, but that seems just a small bit too extreme. So. Around behind her, I remove the wrist rope, tossing it onto the bed and giving her butt a pat. "Clothes off." Another pat, slightly firmer, enjoying both her small moan and the feel of Sam's firm butt and tightly fitted jeans. "All of them."
Her ballgag, locked in place by way of a small padlock, the key to which is on the same ring as my housekeys, I've left on.
Of course.
It doesn't take Sam long to strip, tee, jeans and thong. Boots. Her nakedness reveals extra tattoo's: black swirls around each nipple, some kind of sea serpent, which after a moment I realise is Gyarados, a pokemon, coils on the right side of her upper back. And, on her upper right leg. Words. A whole essays worth.
Holding up a finger, the universal sign for, wait, Sam then points to the bathroom. "Sure." I smile, nod. "Go on." She nods back, and goes to take care of business.
When she comes back I hogtie her, and she lets me.
I do my best, with an experience level of zero, to make the tie good. I'd do her breasts, even A cups can be wrapped no doubt, but I'm not sure enough of how to try. I don't want to get the tie wrong, to wind up going back and starting again. So I stick to the basics.
Wrists, tied crossed, which seems easier for a novice like me then placing them side by side.
Ankles. I get Sam up onto the bed first, have her lay in the middle, on her belly. I tie her ankles crossed too. For both wrists and ankles I put the rough middle of the rope against her limbs, then wrap the ends, and tie off as they meet. Once tied I wrap again, but through and around in a different way, before tying the rope off again. And repeat and repeat.
And of course I yank all my knots tight, that one's an obvious thing. I mean, I wouldn't mind if she did break free easily, but, I'm not going to help her do so.
Lastly I join ankles to wrists. A third and final rope. Unfortunately for Sam I've got plenty of muscle, so am able to really pull this rope tight, bringing her limbs together, arching Sam's back and lifting her upper chest up off the bed.
I tie this rope off several times too.
"There." Giving her butt a smack with my open palm. "I think someone's looking pretty helpless now." I grin. "Don't you?"
"Mmfmfp mmmmmmm." Sam nods, wriggling her skinny naked body on the bed. "Mmmffpmm fffffmmffm."
"Exactly." Coming around in front of her, sitting down in the armchair, which happens to be ideally placed so she can see me.
"Well." Stretching, regarding Sam as she lays on the bed, looking back at me. "What should we do now I wonder?"
What next?
A- Con is nice, teasing Sam.
B- Con is evil, torturing (within reason, not too evil) Sam.
C- Lara phones, Con puts her on video chat, to show off Sam.
D- Con abandons Sam, for a couple of hours.
E- "If you can escape, you can tie me." And of course Sam escapes, because Con isn't good at tying.