Re: Roadtrip Of Dreams (M/F) Chapter 2 Added
Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2022 12:20 pm
Took a while to write the next chapter, but it is ready now. Enjoy!
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----------Chapter 3-------------
The sunlight grew dimmer by the minute as I drove behind the cars in front. The time was around 7:00 PM and it had been around an hour since we last stopped. I had intended to reach Des Moines by nightfall, but we were just now approaching Iowa City. The traffic had slowed me down, there was some road work happening along the way in the I-80W. I was looking back often, while also concentrating on the road simultaneously. I was worried about Pooja, she has been in a hogtie for more than an hour now. Pooja’s occasional moans and whimpers through the gag could be heard in front, the sounds had quieted down now though. She must have gotten tired, wriggling in that snug hogtie. I looked for any rest stops coming along the way, I had to stop and check on her. She hasn’t been tied so long before and I wanted to make sure she was alright.
‘There is a deli coming up’ I said to myself, noticing a Deli/supermarket up ahead.
Slowing down, I drive the motorhome into the decent size parking lot. There were several other cars parked, I parked the motorhome beside a ford truck. The truck was empty, so I had some privacy until its driver came back. Turning off the engine, I made my way to the back of the motorhome.
“Mmmphhfhff!” Pooja said, looking at me from the bed when I made my way to her.
“Are you alright?”
“Hmmmmggssmmpf!” She said, nodding.
The bronze skinned beauty was still in the tight hogtie in which I had left her, an hour ago. I stood there admiring how the white ropes remained firmly wrapped around her body, while she lay tummy down on the bed with her upper body arched back a bit. Her skin was glistening due to sweat, she had been trying to get free, but didn't have a breakthrough. The layers of silver duct tape, around her mouth and head, made sure she couldn’t make a lot of sound.
“Mmmpphhfff!” Pooja said, looking puzzled as I just stood gawking at her.
Blushing, I shook my head and reached forward. My hands gingerly worked on untying the rope holding the hogtie, easing her position. Pooja sighed in relief and rested her body on the bed, once the connecting rope was removed. She then looked up at me, I could notice she was smiling under the bands of silver tape covering her mouth.
“Need to use the restroom?” I asked.
Pooja nodded. Her body probably felt sore, since this was the first time she had been tied so long. I started to untie the ropes binding her upper body. Taking my time to undo the knots and help her sit up, holding her arm. Pooja’s breasts were sticking against her black tank top, due to sweat. It was such a hot sight for me, my eyes watched her breasts heave while she breathed through her nose.
“Let me untie your legs now.”
“Hmmmph.” She agreed.
I then kneel down beside her smooth, long legs. Pooja had some magnificent legs, they were toned and well maintained. I haven’t had a thing for a woman’s legs before, but Pooja’s legs were something else. Shaking off my thoughts, I proceed to untie the ropes binding her legs.
“Mmmmmphhmmm!!!” Pooja said, sounding angry suddenly.
I looked up to see what was the problem. She was trying to pry off the tape wrapped around her head, using her fingers. It wasn’t budging.
“Whhyyssmmppp Mmmmphhgg!” She complained.
I chuckled, ignoring her complaints and continued to unravel the white rope from her smooth, long legs. Once she was completely free off the ropes, I stood up and grinned at her, watching her try hard to pick the tape wrapped around her mouth.
“Need help?” I asked.
“Yssmmph!” She nodded, rolling her eyes.
Pooja stood up, waiting for my help to remove the gag.
“I probably need the help of a scissor, why don’t you use the restroom and come?”
Pooja looked daggers at me. She wasn’t happy about that, but just nodded. “Fnnmmmph.”
I smiled, watching her leave to the inbuilt restroom inside the motorhome. Opening some draws in the kitchen, I found a pair of scissors. Pooja returned a few minutes later, the band of silver tape sitting tight around her mouth and head. She looked cute, like that.
“Gtthhsscmmmmph?” She asked, walking over to me.
I showed her the scissors and asked her to turn around. Feeling relieved, the young Indian beauty turned around. Lifting her ponytail, I carefully remove the tape wrapped around her mouth with the help of the scissors. It took a while, some of her stray hair had got caught and I needed to be careful.
“Mmmmphhhggd!” Pooja exclaimed, happy when I managed to remove the band of tape from her mouth.
“There you go.” I said, throwing the used tape into the bin.
Pooja reached her hand up, pulling out the saliva soaked white ankle socks of mine from her mouth. She coughed, once the damp socks were removed.
“That was intense.” She said.
“You did ask me to bind you securely.” I grinned.
She grinned back, playfully punching my arm. “You are one bad kidnapper”
“Technically good, since you didn't manage to escape.”
Pooja poked her tongue out playfully, to mock me. I just stood there, staring at her, lost in her beauty.
“Where are we?” She asked, interrupting my thoughts.
“Just outside Iowa city. I planned to reach Des Moines before nightfall, but I guess I didn't take traffic into account.”
“Oh, that’s alright. You must be tired. We had a long flight journey today too.”
We decided to have dinner at the deli we had parked at. Both of us didn’t have anything to eat since the meal during the flight, earlier today. I handed Pooja some body cream to apply over her rope marks, before we stepped out of the motorhome.
“I hope I won’t get any funny looks.” Pooja said, looking at the fading rope marks, while we walked to the deli.
We made our way inside the deli and ordered ourselves some sandwiches, it was fairly busy and no one noticed Pooja’s rope marks much. Munching on our food, we made our way back to the RV. The food was pretty good, that explained the small crowd.
“Are we driving or halting for the night?” Pooja asked.
“I feel a little tired, I reckon we could stop at a motel for the night.”
“A motel?” She asked.
“Yeah. We have a bed, but we would have to squeeze in it. Both of us are tired after the flight and road journey so far. I thought we could enjoy the comfort of a good bed today.” I suggested.
Pooja thought about it. “Okay, you are in charge after all.”
I chuckled, she was such a tease.
“There is a motel nearby, we can stop there for the night.” I said, looking at my phone.
We made our way into the RV and I started the engine, with Pooja sitting beside me for a change. It was nice to have some company in the front, not that I minded her being trussed up at the back.
“Finally, I can look out at the scenery.” Pooja said, looking out the window while we got back on the road
.
“Don’t get used to it, I might change my mind and tie you up again.” I joked.
“You just enjoy doing that, don’t you?” She teased.
I blushed and nodded.
“Why do you enjoy it? “
“Huh...I...” I was surprised by that question.
Pooja laughed, watching me stutter.
“I guess I just enjoy watching women bound and gagged. Watching them feel helpless make me feel in control? I suppose.” I said, trying to gather my thoughts about it.
“Interesting, I never knew this was a thing before.” She said.
“Well, now you know. You have experienced it first-hand too. Tell me, how did you feel?”
Pooja stayed quiet for few seconds. She was collecting her thoughts, thinking about her reply.
“I was intrigued and curious to try it out after reading those stories. It seemed easy when you tied me initially, but the second time was pretty hard. I really felt helpless, like I was dependent on you for release. Something made me trust you, I am not sure what it is.”
“Did you like it?”
“Hmm.. I am not sure yet. Yes, it was fun being helpless, but would I keep trying it? That I am not sure about.” Pooja said.
I felt a little sad hearing that. Pooja could see it as my face gave it away.
“Look at you! Are you sad thinking you won’t be able to tie me again?” She asked, with a small laugh.
I blushed and shrugged. “It was fun. I enjoyed it and I think you are growing to like it too.”
“Smart reply, where can I learn more of this bon-?”
“Bondage?”
“Yeah, bondage.”
“The internet has a lot of information about it.” I replied, smiling.
I gave her my phone, even suggesting some amateur bondage websites for her to go through and learn more about it. Pooja took my phone and started to go through these websites, she let out a few gasps here and there while going through them. I just smiled and drove towards the motel, wondering what must have surprised her.
“Oh my, this is much bigger than I thought. There seems to be several kinds of bondage and gags.” Pooja said after a while.
“Yup, it is always important to practise them with a safe word or a signal when gagged.”
“So, I was hogtied previously?” She asked, having gathered some more information now.
“Yes, that was a hogtie. You are learning quickly.”
Pooja laughed.
“There is the motel.” I announced, seeing the motel coming up.
Pooja looked up from my phone while I slowed down the RV and made my way into the motel’s parking lot.
“Seems a little sketchy.” She said, looking out the window.
“What did you expect outside the city?” I chuckled.
It was one of those standard American motels you see outside many cities. It had an ample parking space and a two-storey building located to the left. The building was painted pistachio green for some reason, the railings outside the rooms were black in color. Switching off the engine, I head to the back of the motorhome and get one of my bags. I also stuffed some ropes into the bag while I was at it. Pooja was already at the door, carrying a plastic bag which was filled with the clothes we had recently bought for her at the Walmart. We stepped out and walked over to the reception, where an old lady was sitting.
“We would like a room please.”
“With twin beds.” Pooja added, making sure we had separate beds. Bummer.
We were walking up the stairs after a few minutes with the keys for our room. The motel was fairly empty with only a few of the rooms occupied. Our room was on the second floor. Pooja was amused to know Americans counted from the first floor and not ground. She laughed about it.
“This motel kind of looks like a place where you would bring a kidnapped person.” Pooja said, looking around the empty pathway while I unlocked the door.
“Possibly, it is fairly empty and quiet.” I joked, amused by her observation.
Pooja poked my arm, realizing I was being sarcastic. We entered the fairly small room while I dumped my bag in one of the chairs present. There were two clean beds in the center of the room, a small cupboard to the side and a bathroom with shower to the right of it. Pooja placed her bag of clothes inside the cupboard and was going through the contents. I meanwhile couldn’t help myself, but stare at her round bottom pressed against her denim shorts and those smooth, long legs. I had this urge to see her tied up again, I had to think of something.
“You are right, this motel is a perfect place to hold a kidnapped captive.” I begin.
“Umm.. yeah?” Pooja asked, turning around and looking at me. “I should probably take a shower.”
I watched her sniffing her sweaty body to confirm her statement. I grinned and said. “Did your kidnapper give permission?”
The Indian beauty stopped what she was doing and turned around again to face me, her arms folded under her breasts. Her brown eyes narrowed itself on me, questioningly.
“I am assuming you have something in your mind?” She asked, raising an eyebrow.
I had to admit, She looked sexy standing like that giving me that look. The young Indian woman’s eyes were on me and I had to come up with something on the spot, if I wanted to tie her again today. She had removed her footwear when we entered the room.
“I was wondering, maybe I could show you a different tie. Something which would make you feel like a kidnapped captive held in a motel secretly. It was just a spontaneous idea at the top of my head. I thought you might want to try that after being bound back in the RV.” I said, choosing my words carefully.
Pooja just stood there, thinking about what I had just said. Her beautiful and expressive brown eyes looked at me, trying to decode if I had any other intentions. Her demoneur relaxed after a few seconds, her luscious lips breaking into a smile.
“Being bound again?” She began, sounding slightly amused, but also a little curious. “Will you promise to untie me before bed? I want to take a shower before I sleep.”
I nodded rightway. “Of course, one hour tops. If you manage to escape earlier, I will do anything you ask for.”
Pooja grinned, she liked the sound of that. “Okay, that sounds fair. If I don’t get free, do I owe anything?”
“Don’t worry, I won’t be asking much.” I said, winking.
“Where will you tie me and the ropes are back in the RV.” She said.
“On the bed.” I replied, walking over to my bag and opened it, pulling out the bunch of ropes I had stuffed earlier. I held it in my hand, showing Pooja with a big grin.
She was surprised to see I had brought some ropes too. “Sneaky bastard.” She joked and laughed.
Pooja then walked over to one of the beds, taking a seat on the edge. “Alright, I am ready. Do your worst.” She said, putting her hands behind.
I wagged my finger and told her to lie back on the bed, resting her back against the headboard. She was surprised by that instruction, but scooched up behind, resting her back against the headboard of the bed. I guided her right hand to the bedpost and began to tie her wrists to it.
“Are you tying me to the bed?” Pooja asked, thinking this would be more difficult to get free.
“I did say it would be different.” I said winking and walked to the other side of her, binding her left hand similarly to the bedpost.
She tugged her bound wrists, but she was not able to pull them away from the post. I had made sure the knots were secure and firm. I only had two more ropes remaining. I had to use them properly. Sitting by the foot of the bed, I took Pooja’s bare feet in my hands. Ropes were wound around her ankles quickly as I secured them well. My hands brushed and touched her toes and bare soles in the process.
“I thought you would be tying my legs spread too.” Pooja said, catching me by surprise.
“I thought about it, but I wasn’t sure how you would feel about it and unfortunately there is no post at the foot of the bed.”
“It is called spread eagle right? I read about that on your phone.” She said, with a soft smile and blush.
I had to smile, this woman was surprising me more and more. I began to wonder if she would actually begin to enjoy bondage soon. Maybe she already did? I was confused. Women are mysterious and cryptic sometimes.
“What are you going to do with the last rope?” She asked, noticing I still had one more rope which I could use.
It was a long rope, I moved over and sat by her side and began to loop the rope once above her breasts. Pooja’s eyes went wide initially, but she just smiled and didn’t stop me. On the second pass, I looped the rope below her breasts this time. Her full breasts were now framed between rope running above and below it. They were a treat to watch, sticking to her black tank top accentuated. The breast rope didn’t add any difficulty to her bondage for getting free, I added it because I loved how her breasts stretched against her black top. I wondered if Pooja realized that by now as she gave me that ‘look’.
“Now I know why you saved up the last rope.” She teased.
I blushed. I stood up and looked down at my bound captive, happy with the rope work, given the limited ropes I had brought from the RV.
“How does it feel?”
“Not bad, I am not sure if I can get free within an hour. I’ll try.” She replied, smiling.
“One more thing before you start.” I said, quickly realizing that I didn't bring the duct tape from the RV.
“Let me guess, A gag”? Pooja said, knowing the drill by now.
I nodded sheepishly, rubbing my hair as I looked around the motel room for an alternative gag. Getting an idea, I picked a pillow from the other bed and removed the white pillow case off it. Pooja watched curiously as I tied a large knot in the center of the pillow case, approaching her.
“What’s the knot for?”
“To keep you quiet, more effective than just tying the pillow case between your teeth as shown in movies. Now, open your mouth.”
She looked at the knotted pillow case in my hand and nodded, opening her mouth. Her red lips parted allowing me to ease the large knot into her mouth and between her lips and teeth. I then lean forward and tie the ends of the pillow case behind her head, under her ponytail tightly. Most of the knot was firmly inside her mouth, filling it.
“Hmmmpfff!” Pooja said, testing out her new gag.
“Much better.” I teased, making her roll her eyes at me.
She mumbled something unintelligbly and wriggled her bound wrists, looking at me. Her bare toes flexed while she also tried to wriggle her bound feet. The bound and gagged, bronze skinned beauty was a sight to behold. I just stood there for a few minutes, watching her wriggle against the ropes and whimper into her gag.
“Now be a good captive and remain here. I am going to take a much needed shower.”
“Hmmmpfff mmmmphhhff” Pooja complained, she wasn’t going anywhere for now.
I winked at her and left for the bathroom to take a hot shower. It had been a long day, but I enjoyed every moment of it. Pooja was probably the biggest reason for it. It is not everyday you have a young, hot Indian woman traveling with you on a roadtrip who seems to be open to trying out bondage. After undressing and turning on the shower, I think about Pooja bound and gagged, waiting for me at the bed while I pump my cock in the hot shower. Within seconds, I begin to cum.
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----------Chapter 3-------------
The sunlight grew dimmer by the minute as I drove behind the cars in front. The time was around 7:00 PM and it had been around an hour since we last stopped. I had intended to reach Des Moines by nightfall, but we were just now approaching Iowa City. The traffic had slowed me down, there was some road work happening along the way in the I-80W. I was looking back often, while also concentrating on the road simultaneously. I was worried about Pooja, she has been in a hogtie for more than an hour now. Pooja’s occasional moans and whimpers through the gag could be heard in front, the sounds had quieted down now though. She must have gotten tired, wriggling in that snug hogtie. I looked for any rest stops coming along the way, I had to stop and check on her. She hasn’t been tied so long before and I wanted to make sure she was alright.
‘There is a deli coming up’ I said to myself, noticing a Deli/supermarket up ahead.
Slowing down, I drive the motorhome into the decent size parking lot. There were several other cars parked, I parked the motorhome beside a ford truck. The truck was empty, so I had some privacy until its driver came back. Turning off the engine, I made my way to the back of the motorhome.
“Mmmphhfhff!” Pooja said, looking at me from the bed when I made my way to her.
“Are you alright?”
“Hmmmmggssmmpf!” She said, nodding.
The bronze skinned beauty was still in the tight hogtie in which I had left her, an hour ago. I stood there admiring how the white ropes remained firmly wrapped around her body, while she lay tummy down on the bed with her upper body arched back a bit. Her skin was glistening due to sweat, she had been trying to get free, but didn't have a breakthrough. The layers of silver duct tape, around her mouth and head, made sure she couldn’t make a lot of sound.
“Mmmpphhfff!” Pooja said, looking puzzled as I just stood gawking at her.
Blushing, I shook my head and reached forward. My hands gingerly worked on untying the rope holding the hogtie, easing her position. Pooja sighed in relief and rested her body on the bed, once the connecting rope was removed. She then looked up at me, I could notice she was smiling under the bands of silver tape covering her mouth.
“Need to use the restroom?” I asked.
Pooja nodded. Her body probably felt sore, since this was the first time she had been tied so long. I started to untie the ropes binding her upper body. Taking my time to undo the knots and help her sit up, holding her arm. Pooja’s breasts were sticking against her black tank top, due to sweat. It was such a hot sight for me, my eyes watched her breasts heave while she breathed through her nose.
“Let me untie your legs now.”
“Hmmmph.” She agreed.
I then kneel down beside her smooth, long legs. Pooja had some magnificent legs, they were toned and well maintained. I haven’t had a thing for a woman’s legs before, but Pooja’s legs were something else. Shaking off my thoughts, I proceed to untie the ropes binding her legs.
“Mmmmmphhmmm!!!” Pooja said, sounding angry suddenly.
I looked up to see what was the problem. She was trying to pry off the tape wrapped around her head, using her fingers. It wasn’t budging.
“Whhyyssmmppp Mmmmphhgg!” She complained.
I chuckled, ignoring her complaints and continued to unravel the white rope from her smooth, long legs. Once she was completely free off the ropes, I stood up and grinned at her, watching her try hard to pick the tape wrapped around her mouth.
“Need help?” I asked.
“Yssmmph!” She nodded, rolling her eyes.
Pooja stood up, waiting for my help to remove the gag.
“I probably need the help of a scissor, why don’t you use the restroom and come?”
Pooja looked daggers at me. She wasn’t happy about that, but just nodded. “Fnnmmmph.”
I smiled, watching her leave to the inbuilt restroom inside the motorhome. Opening some draws in the kitchen, I found a pair of scissors. Pooja returned a few minutes later, the band of silver tape sitting tight around her mouth and head. She looked cute, like that.
“Gtthhsscmmmmph?” She asked, walking over to me.
I showed her the scissors and asked her to turn around. Feeling relieved, the young Indian beauty turned around. Lifting her ponytail, I carefully remove the tape wrapped around her mouth with the help of the scissors. It took a while, some of her stray hair had got caught and I needed to be careful.
“Mmmmphhhggd!” Pooja exclaimed, happy when I managed to remove the band of tape from her mouth.
“There you go.” I said, throwing the used tape into the bin.
Pooja reached her hand up, pulling out the saliva soaked white ankle socks of mine from her mouth. She coughed, once the damp socks were removed.
“That was intense.” She said.
“You did ask me to bind you securely.” I grinned.
She grinned back, playfully punching my arm. “You are one bad kidnapper”
“Technically good, since you didn't manage to escape.”
Pooja poked her tongue out playfully, to mock me. I just stood there, staring at her, lost in her beauty.
“Where are we?” She asked, interrupting my thoughts.
“Just outside Iowa city. I planned to reach Des Moines before nightfall, but I guess I didn't take traffic into account.”
“Oh, that’s alright. You must be tired. We had a long flight journey today too.”
We decided to have dinner at the deli we had parked at. Both of us didn’t have anything to eat since the meal during the flight, earlier today. I handed Pooja some body cream to apply over her rope marks, before we stepped out of the motorhome.
“I hope I won’t get any funny looks.” Pooja said, looking at the fading rope marks, while we walked to the deli.
We made our way inside the deli and ordered ourselves some sandwiches, it was fairly busy and no one noticed Pooja’s rope marks much. Munching on our food, we made our way back to the RV. The food was pretty good, that explained the small crowd.
“Are we driving or halting for the night?” Pooja asked.
“I feel a little tired, I reckon we could stop at a motel for the night.”
“A motel?” She asked.
“Yeah. We have a bed, but we would have to squeeze in it. Both of us are tired after the flight and road journey so far. I thought we could enjoy the comfort of a good bed today.” I suggested.
Pooja thought about it. “Okay, you are in charge after all.”
I chuckled, she was such a tease.
“There is a motel nearby, we can stop there for the night.” I said, looking at my phone.
We made our way into the RV and I started the engine, with Pooja sitting beside me for a change. It was nice to have some company in the front, not that I minded her being trussed up at the back.
“Finally, I can look out at the scenery.” Pooja said, looking out the window while we got back on the road
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“Don’t get used to it, I might change my mind and tie you up again.” I joked.
“You just enjoy doing that, don’t you?” She teased.
I blushed and nodded.
“Why do you enjoy it? “
“Huh...I...” I was surprised by that question.
Pooja laughed, watching me stutter.
“I guess I just enjoy watching women bound and gagged. Watching them feel helpless make me feel in control? I suppose.” I said, trying to gather my thoughts about it.
“Interesting, I never knew this was a thing before.” She said.
“Well, now you know. You have experienced it first-hand too. Tell me, how did you feel?”
Pooja stayed quiet for few seconds. She was collecting her thoughts, thinking about her reply.
“I was intrigued and curious to try it out after reading those stories. It seemed easy when you tied me initially, but the second time was pretty hard. I really felt helpless, like I was dependent on you for release. Something made me trust you, I am not sure what it is.”
“Did you like it?”
“Hmm.. I am not sure yet. Yes, it was fun being helpless, but would I keep trying it? That I am not sure about.” Pooja said.
I felt a little sad hearing that. Pooja could see it as my face gave it away.
“Look at you! Are you sad thinking you won’t be able to tie me again?” She asked, with a small laugh.
I blushed and shrugged. “It was fun. I enjoyed it and I think you are growing to like it too.”
“Smart reply, where can I learn more of this bon-?”
“Bondage?”
“Yeah, bondage.”
“The internet has a lot of information about it.” I replied, smiling.
I gave her my phone, even suggesting some amateur bondage websites for her to go through and learn more about it. Pooja took my phone and started to go through these websites, she let out a few gasps here and there while going through them. I just smiled and drove towards the motel, wondering what must have surprised her.
“Oh my, this is much bigger than I thought. There seems to be several kinds of bondage and gags.” Pooja said after a while.
“Yup, it is always important to practise them with a safe word or a signal when gagged.”
“So, I was hogtied previously?” She asked, having gathered some more information now.
“Yes, that was a hogtie. You are learning quickly.”
Pooja laughed.
“There is the motel.” I announced, seeing the motel coming up.
Pooja looked up from my phone while I slowed down the RV and made my way into the motel’s parking lot.
“Seems a little sketchy.” She said, looking out the window.
“What did you expect outside the city?” I chuckled.
It was one of those standard American motels you see outside many cities. It had an ample parking space and a two-storey building located to the left. The building was painted pistachio green for some reason, the railings outside the rooms were black in color. Switching off the engine, I head to the back of the motorhome and get one of my bags. I also stuffed some ropes into the bag while I was at it. Pooja was already at the door, carrying a plastic bag which was filled with the clothes we had recently bought for her at the Walmart. We stepped out and walked over to the reception, where an old lady was sitting.
“We would like a room please.”
“With twin beds.” Pooja added, making sure we had separate beds. Bummer.
We were walking up the stairs after a few minutes with the keys for our room. The motel was fairly empty with only a few of the rooms occupied. Our room was on the second floor. Pooja was amused to know Americans counted from the first floor and not ground. She laughed about it.
“This motel kind of looks like a place where you would bring a kidnapped person.” Pooja said, looking around the empty pathway while I unlocked the door.
“Possibly, it is fairly empty and quiet.” I joked, amused by her observation.
Pooja poked my arm, realizing I was being sarcastic. We entered the fairly small room while I dumped my bag in one of the chairs present. There were two clean beds in the center of the room, a small cupboard to the side and a bathroom with shower to the right of it. Pooja placed her bag of clothes inside the cupboard and was going through the contents. I meanwhile couldn’t help myself, but stare at her round bottom pressed against her denim shorts and those smooth, long legs. I had this urge to see her tied up again, I had to think of something.
“You are right, this motel is a perfect place to hold a kidnapped captive.” I begin.
“Umm.. yeah?” Pooja asked, turning around and looking at me. “I should probably take a shower.”
I watched her sniffing her sweaty body to confirm her statement. I grinned and said. “Did your kidnapper give permission?”
The Indian beauty stopped what she was doing and turned around again to face me, her arms folded under her breasts. Her brown eyes narrowed itself on me, questioningly.
“I am assuming you have something in your mind?” She asked, raising an eyebrow.
I had to admit, She looked sexy standing like that giving me that look. The young Indian woman’s eyes were on me and I had to come up with something on the spot, if I wanted to tie her again today. She had removed her footwear when we entered the room.
“I was wondering, maybe I could show you a different tie. Something which would make you feel like a kidnapped captive held in a motel secretly. It was just a spontaneous idea at the top of my head. I thought you might want to try that after being bound back in the RV.” I said, choosing my words carefully.
Pooja just stood there, thinking about what I had just said. Her beautiful and expressive brown eyes looked at me, trying to decode if I had any other intentions. Her demoneur relaxed after a few seconds, her luscious lips breaking into a smile.
“Being bound again?” She began, sounding slightly amused, but also a little curious. “Will you promise to untie me before bed? I want to take a shower before I sleep.”
I nodded rightway. “Of course, one hour tops. If you manage to escape earlier, I will do anything you ask for.”
Pooja grinned, she liked the sound of that. “Okay, that sounds fair. If I don’t get free, do I owe anything?”
“Don’t worry, I won’t be asking much.” I said, winking.
“Where will you tie me and the ropes are back in the RV.” She said.
“On the bed.” I replied, walking over to my bag and opened it, pulling out the bunch of ropes I had stuffed earlier. I held it in my hand, showing Pooja with a big grin.
She was surprised to see I had brought some ropes too. “Sneaky bastard.” She joked and laughed.
Pooja then walked over to one of the beds, taking a seat on the edge. “Alright, I am ready. Do your worst.” She said, putting her hands behind.
I wagged my finger and told her to lie back on the bed, resting her back against the headboard. She was surprised by that instruction, but scooched up behind, resting her back against the headboard of the bed. I guided her right hand to the bedpost and began to tie her wrists to it.
“Are you tying me to the bed?” Pooja asked, thinking this would be more difficult to get free.
“I did say it would be different.” I said winking and walked to the other side of her, binding her left hand similarly to the bedpost.
She tugged her bound wrists, but she was not able to pull them away from the post. I had made sure the knots were secure and firm. I only had two more ropes remaining. I had to use them properly. Sitting by the foot of the bed, I took Pooja’s bare feet in my hands. Ropes were wound around her ankles quickly as I secured them well. My hands brushed and touched her toes and bare soles in the process.
“I thought you would be tying my legs spread too.” Pooja said, catching me by surprise.
“I thought about it, but I wasn’t sure how you would feel about it and unfortunately there is no post at the foot of the bed.”
“It is called spread eagle right? I read about that on your phone.” She said, with a soft smile and blush.
I had to smile, this woman was surprising me more and more. I began to wonder if she would actually begin to enjoy bondage soon. Maybe she already did? I was confused. Women are mysterious and cryptic sometimes.
“What are you going to do with the last rope?” She asked, noticing I still had one more rope which I could use.
It was a long rope, I moved over and sat by her side and began to loop the rope once above her breasts. Pooja’s eyes went wide initially, but she just smiled and didn’t stop me. On the second pass, I looped the rope below her breasts this time. Her full breasts were now framed between rope running above and below it. They were a treat to watch, sticking to her black tank top accentuated. The breast rope didn’t add any difficulty to her bondage for getting free, I added it because I loved how her breasts stretched against her black top. I wondered if Pooja realized that by now as she gave me that ‘look’.
“Now I know why you saved up the last rope.” She teased.
I blushed. I stood up and looked down at my bound captive, happy with the rope work, given the limited ropes I had brought from the RV.
“How does it feel?”
“Not bad, I am not sure if I can get free within an hour. I’ll try.” She replied, smiling.
“One more thing before you start.” I said, quickly realizing that I didn't bring the duct tape from the RV.
“Let me guess, A gag”? Pooja said, knowing the drill by now.
I nodded sheepishly, rubbing my hair as I looked around the motel room for an alternative gag. Getting an idea, I picked a pillow from the other bed and removed the white pillow case off it. Pooja watched curiously as I tied a large knot in the center of the pillow case, approaching her.
“What’s the knot for?”
“To keep you quiet, more effective than just tying the pillow case between your teeth as shown in movies. Now, open your mouth.”
She looked at the knotted pillow case in my hand and nodded, opening her mouth. Her red lips parted allowing me to ease the large knot into her mouth and between her lips and teeth. I then lean forward and tie the ends of the pillow case behind her head, under her ponytail tightly. Most of the knot was firmly inside her mouth, filling it.
“Hmmmpfff!” Pooja said, testing out her new gag.
“Much better.” I teased, making her roll her eyes at me.
She mumbled something unintelligbly and wriggled her bound wrists, looking at me. Her bare toes flexed while she also tried to wriggle her bound feet. The bound and gagged, bronze skinned beauty was a sight to behold. I just stood there for a few minutes, watching her wriggle against the ropes and whimper into her gag.
“Now be a good captive and remain here. I am going to take a much needed shower.”
“Hmmmpfff mmmmphhhff” Pooja complained, she wasn’t going anywhere for now.
I winked at her and left for the bathroom to take a hot shower. It had been a long day, but I enjoyed every moment of it. Pooja was probably the biggest reason for it. It is not everyday you have a young, hot Indian woman traveling with you on a roadtrip who seems to be open to trying out bondage. After undressing and turning on the shower, I think about Pooja bound and gagged, waiting for me at the bed while I pump my cock in the hot shower. Within seconds, I begin to cum.