Bondage Hotel

Chapter One-2

Even better, she no longer felt any pangs of guilt.

How could she, she wasn’t in control any more and it wasn’t her fault.

After all, she hadn’t even actually agreed to be tied up, had she?

“This is wonderful, Miles,” she smiled, flexing her fingers to satisfy herself that she really couldn’t get loose. “I don’t feel guilty at all. It’s just like you said. How ever did you think of it?”

He smiled back at her, “I don’t know, really, but I’m happy it worked,” and he took her bound wrists in his right hand and gently pulled them back above her head so that she lay flat on her back.

“And now,” he chuckled, “To work.”

Hazel looked up, to where her wrists lay trapped, then down, past her naked breasts and belly, to the auburn triangle marking the entrance to her s*x.

Her pink tongue flickered, wetting her suddenly dry lips as she realised her vulnerability to Miles’ lips and fingers, but any concern she felt was only momentary as the same realisation set her belly bubbling with fierce heat.

Looking down at her, Miles found no difficulty in reading the emotions that chased across her face and revealed her thoughts and his own smile grew broader as he saw that he had not misjudged her nature.

It was good to know that he had not wasted his time and he set about making Hazel’s s****l experience one to remember, confident in the knowledge that, sooner rather than later, the redhead would repay him a thousand times over.

His lips returned to her breasts, nibbling and sucking at her engorged n*****s and the fingers of his left hand burrowed between her thighs to stroke the velvet softness of her labia and rub the exquisitely sensitive button of her c******s.

Totally unused to such devastating stimulation, Hazel squealed and writhed, her bound wrists fighting vainly to tear free from his iron grip as her torso, from neck to crotch, turned inexorably into a blistering inferno of undreamed-of s****l heat, her legs flailing from side to side as she tried, and failed, to expel his hand from between her thighs.

It wasn’t that she had changed her mind or even wanted his hand to leave her. It wasn’t a conscious decision at all, simply an instinctive response to arousal so intense as to be unbearable.

Her struggles had quite the opposite effect to that intended, when, to her horror, she felt Miles’ legs clamp over her own, pinning her limbs but leaving his hand free to continue creating ruinous havoc between her thighs.

Unable to stand the delicious torment a moment longer, Hazel squealed, “No. Please, no more. Stop it, Miles, please, please, I beg you. I can’t stand it. I can’t, I just can’t.”

His fingers slowed...but didn’t stop...and he lifted his lips from her breasts to stare laughingly into her staring eyes as she whimpered, “Oh, thank you, thank you, Miles. I couldn’t take any more.”

He chuckled softly, “It’s a good thing we’re way out in the wilds, Hazel. You’re really noisy. I can see I’m going to have to gag you when you come back down to with me, or I’ll be getting complaints from the neighbours.”

Hazel froze. “G...G...Gag me?” she stuttered. “Wh...What do you m...mean?”

“You know,” he said cheerfully, “Gag you. Keep you quiet. Shut you up. Stop you screaming.” He grinned broadly.

Hazel gaped at him, her arousal burning even hotter as she imagined not even being able to scream while his hands and lips explored her.

“You...w...w...wouldn’t,” she protested feebly, then, trembling with excitement. “W...would you?”

He shrugged, “What do you think, Hazel?” Her belly gave a great shudder as she thought about it.

“I think you w...would,” she said at last, “If you w...wanted to.”

He nodded slowly, “Mm, I think so, too. Lots of nosy neighbours in and we wouldn’t want them hearing you, now would we?”

At his second mention of , Hazel picked up the inference, “? Do you mean you want me to go to with you?”

“I thought that was where you wanted to go?”

“Well, so it is, yes, but I didn’t know...I mean...You mean, you...and me?”

“Why not? You can stay with me. At least until you get settled.”

“Oh, Miles. It’s my dream. Yes, yes please, I’d love to go with you.”

“Good. That’s settled, then.” His fingers resumed their work on Hazel’s body, building her passion steadily higher until she hovered on the brink of an orgasm, her body vibrating under his hand.

“You seem to enjoy being tied up,” he said slyly and as he thrust two fingers deep into her body to trigger her climax, added, “Maybe I’ll keep you this way all the time.”

Hazel’s body juddered wildly as she came and she squealed, “Yes. Oh Miles, yes,” as love juices thundered into her belly…..but whether her words were a reply to him or a welcome to her orgasm, it was impossible to say.

As he watched her spasming and pulsing, Miles congratulated himself on his good luck.

Hazel had not only shown herself to be a natural submissive by the way she had accepted being tied and dominated by him, but she was also incredibly responsive.

With suitable training, she would be quite superbly sensual and Miles knew exactly what training was required for, unknown to Hazel, he was not quite what he seemed.

In addition to what he had told her about himself, Miles Hetherington was a devotee of bondage and domination and had, at different times in his life, enjoyed the services of three obedient and submissive slave-girls.

Two blondes and one brunette.

He had never had a red-headed slave-girl...but that, he promised himself, was about to change.

As Hazel’s climax began to wane, he prepared for the next stage of her surrender to him.

Releasing his grip on her wrists, he took off his trousers, knelt down by her feet and took one of her ankles in each hand. Gently, with no haste, he began to spread her legs, moving himself forward as her calves parted before him.

It was a moment or two before Hazel’s s*x-drugged brain caught up with what he was doing and by the time she levered herself into a sitting position with her still bound hands, his body was ensconced between her knees.

She looked down and blushed a bright scarlet as she saw his fully erect masculinity between her widely spread thighs and, just for a moment, her lips quivered as if she was about to speak.

Then the moment passed and she gave a little shiver, lowering herself back down to the blanket and looking straight up into the blue sky above her.

Miles inched forward, savouring her passive acceptance and Hazel gave a soft gasp as his erection pressed firmly between the pink folds of her labia and into her s*x, his passage aided by the warm, slick juices of her orgasm until he was buried full-length within her and began a rhythmic pumping of his pelvis.

“Oh, Oh. Ugghh. Yes, don’t stop. Oh. Ohhh. Aiieehh,” Hazel moaned as her slim legs rose to encircle his waist, her head arching back as a climax engulfed her and her belly pounded furiously.

Fast losing his own self control, Miles plunged deep into her swirling heat and Hazel gave vent to a full throated scream of overwhelming ecstasy as she learned what pleasure a man and a woman can bring to each other.

A second, more powerful climax shook her body as Miles’ lunges grew faster and still harder and her eyes opened wide as huge gushes of love juices burst into her belly, drowning her in wave after wave of rapture that she had never known even existed.

“No,” she whimpered, “No. It can’t be.” Her head jerked from side to side as, deep within her pulsating belly, Miles’ erection began to throb and judder and her muscles spasmed around him, squeezing him in vice-like contractions as his spend jetted into her and her own body responded to send her hurtling into a third shattering climax.

Squealing and moaning like a lost soul in torment, Hazel ground her pelvis against Miles’ groin, not even aware of what she was doing, her brain overwhelmed by the maddened intensity of her lust and the sheer power of her climaxes as her body surrendered to the animal allure of pure physical gratification.

Exhausted and quivering to the slowly waning pulsing of her belly, Hazel curled into a tight foetal ball, hugging her climax as Miles slipped from her and dressed himself, then knelt by her side to stroke her trembling flank.

He was delighted with what he had witnessed, for he recognised true slave heat when he saw it and realised that Hazel could have no idea that few women, or even trained slave-girls, possessed such natural depths of passion.

Nor could she even begin to guess that there were men like himself, dominant men, who treasured such women and were prepared to go to almost any lengths to obtain and keep such prizes.

No matter what the cost.

He knew he was fortunate to have found Hazel and when she stirred against his chest and began to kiss and lick his stroking fingers with delicate touches of her lips, he knew himself to be doubly blessed, for the many shy glances she gave him from time to time, immediately followed by the lowering of her head as she saw him watching her, told him that she had already gone part way along the road of full submission to him.

And from there, it was but a question of time before she would kneel willingly at his feet and ask humbly to be collared as a full slave-girl.

A request he would be more than happy to grant.

Six months, he estimated, six months until Hazel, of her own free will, became his slave.

His property.

Only then, he decided, would he introduce her to the full rigours of her new status, when, bound in chains, she would learn that obedience and absolute submission to his dominance were not games to be played with a lover, but the permanent, unbreakable and rigidly enforced rules by which she, a lowly slave-girl, would have to live for as long as it pleased him to keep her.

With that delicious prospect in mind, he stirred himself and looked at the sun, now low in the sky.

“Time we were getting back,” he said and Hazel nodded glumly as he rose to his feet.

She tried to stand, too, but her bound wrists impeded her and made her clumsy and she giggled as he stood watching her, but didn’t offer to assist her.

At last, with a graceless twist of her body, she managed to stagger upright and gave him a mock-severe glare. “Thanks for the help,” she said sarcastically, “It’s not easy with no hands, you know.”

“No,” he replied evenly, “But you’ll get used to it.”

She turned quickly and her eyes locked on his, but then, when he didn’t look away or apologise, she looked thoughtful for a second, then said, “Yes, I rather think I will,”...and blushed.

“Give me your hands. I’ll untie you now.”

Just for a brief moment, Hazel hesitated, her eyes dark and unreadable, then she held out her wrists to be released.

Free, she picked up her clothes and put them on, then went to him, took his face in both her hands and gave him a long, sensual kiss, her tongue entwining with his.

“Thank you very much for not letting me say no to you,” she said.

On the drive back, she was quiet most of the way, until the hotel was nearly in sight. Then she asked him just one question, “When I go to with you, will you tie me up often?”

“Would you like me to?”

“I enjoyed it. A lot.”

And that was the start…