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This is a follow-up to ‘Girl in the Box’. I suggest you check that out for some context, but it can be a separate story.

It was after midnight. I spoke to my watcher. I explained the change of plans. Some will be paid in trade. I hung up the phone as I arrived. I pulled in. Valet? Of course, bill it to room 515. I grabbed my other backpack out of the car. I walked up to the desk, backpack slung over my shoulder. A late-twenties, voluptuous brunette with a large chest welcomed me with a smile.

“Hi, I am so sorry to get here late. My sister, Cindy, has already checked in and retired for the night. She left an envelope for Jill. Room 515.”

“Certainly, Ms. Carpenter said you would be here earlier. Jill, right?” Sure, ok, I thought. I nodded, “Here you go.” I took the envelope.

“Thanks. The airline lost my bags. I’ve been arguing with them for the last few hours. I was traveling light, but not this light. Only sweatpants and a sweatshirt till they find it. Probably arrive the day I leave.” I smiled, “Too late to get a drink? I really need one.”

“Bar is closed, but room service is still available. They have beer, wine, and can pour liquor for you.” She handed me the room service menu. “I think your sister only booked for one night?”

“Yes, one night here, then driving to Scranton for a family wedding. I’ll look great in this. The laughing stock of the family.”

“Oh dear. Well, Macy’s should be open in the morning. Or the concierge can help out with some local boutiques. She can see if they can open early for you. They’ve done so before for our guests. There are some lovely ones around 4th St.”

Usually, I don’t spend time in hotels with a concierge. “Wow, that’s awesome. I’ll get with the concierge in the morning. Can you have them send up five double pours of bourbon, real Kentucky stuff, not some knockoff. Blantons, if they have it. Makers would be suitable. A pitcher of ice water.” I looked at the wine list. I know very little about wines, but I chose a medium-priced white wine. Classy girls always go for white wines. Cindy seemed like a classy girl. I’ll change that. I read the name like I recognized the brand, “Oooh, a bottle of Pheasant Hill Vineyards Chardonnay; Cindy just loves that wine. A fruit dish would be good. And some bananas gotta have my potassium.” I winked, “Thanks.”

“Certainly, I’m entering it now. None of that is cooked, so the waiter will probably be at the room the same time you are. Just sign for it with him. I hope you enjoy your stay. If you need anything, please don’t hesitate to call down. I’m Brittney.” She smiled and winked at me.

“Thanks, Brittney. Are you working all night?”

“All night. Well, I get off at five am, so almost all night.”

“Great, well, it was nice chatting with you. Sometimes, I have trouble sleeping, so maybe I’ll see you again.” Making an excuse to see her again. We can both get off after five am.

“I hope you sleep like a baby, but if you don’t, come talk with me. I’ll entertain you.” Oh, you will entertain me with those big breasts. I bet that dress comes off easily.

“Thanks,” I said, heading to the elevator. I love making up stories on the fly. Cindy is probably the same age as me. Brittney believed we were sisters. Less chance she’s thinking I’m a professional getting paid to take care of Cindy’s wild sexual fantasy. I’m sure the hotel would frown on that. But the way Brittney was talking, she may be my next client. I waited for the elevator.

“Excuse me,” Brittney was jogging up to me, her breasts bouncing with each step. “I sent a message to the concierge so she can start with the boutiques in the morning. But I think you’re about the same size as my younger sister. She has a bunch of dresses. She will let you borrow one. Don’t want your family laughing at you because of some lousy airline. Here’s my number. Call me in the morning if the other options don’t work out.”

“Thanks, Brittney. I’ll text you my number in a moment. That way, you will know who it is if I call. You have been a darling, thanks.”

She smiled, “Remember, if you can’t sleep, come see me.”

“Thanks,” the elevator door closed. I texted the number she gave me.

Me: Thanks again, Jill. Maybe I’ll see you later. Appreciate everything.

A moment passed. Brittney: You’re welcome. Sleep tight. Need anything, just ask.

Another moment.

Brittney: Call me either way in the morning. I live on the way to Scranton. That way, I’ll know if you need a dress or not.

Me: Will do. Thanks again.

Me thinks Brittney is a little too excited for me to talk to her. I’ll vet her for my client list. The elevator opened to the 5th floor. I strolled down to 515. Pulled the key out of the envelope. I took my Kubaton out of my backpack. I was sure Cindy was legit, but you never can tell. In five minutes, my watcher would kick the door down. Probably four now. Hopefully, room service will be there sooner. Always worked to order in the room when you could. If it was legit, food and drink. I was bursa escort a little hungry. If not, a surprise knock always stalled the threat. A chance to take action. I swiped the key. The green light flashed. I turned the knob. I stepped in at the ready.

One light dimly illuminated the rather spacious, king-sized room, which had a kitchenette attached to it. Everything was normal except the nude brunette spread-eagled with her eyes closed on the bed. She was about 5’2″ with shoulder-length brown hair. She had an angelic face. Her skin was tanned without any tan lines. Her C-cup breasts heaved as she tried to control her nervous breathing. They were perky with dark nipples. She had a flat stomach. A mess of brown hair decorated her mons. She had athletic legs and was probably a runner. She looked delicious, sprawled out on the bed. I snapped a picture on my phone. I reached into my bag and pulled out a blindfold. I leaned over and placed it on her. She jumped at the touch.

“Relax, slut,” I whispered. “The fun will start shortly.” I adjusted the blindfold. There was a knock at the door. She started to sit up. I pushed her back down, “Don’t you move.”

“Who’s that?”

“Room service. I ordered some wine and ice water.”

“Oh, ok. I’ve never done this before.”

“Really? I couldn’t tell. Take slow, deep breaths. You belong to me. I’ll protect you. Don’t move no matter what.”

A quick look in the bathroom, and I tossed a towel over her. I opened the door. My phone in hand. I was texting my watcher. He was probably down the hall one more minute, and he would be forcing his way in. Me: All good. Stand by,

I attached the picture of Cindy on the bed.

“Hello, miss, your order.”

“Just place it right here.” I directed him to the sink area in the bathroom. “My sister turned in already.”

“Oh, ok,” He whispered. He handed me a billbook. I signed Jill Carpenter and added a large gratuity. “Thank you, miss. I’ll collect the tray and things when you check out. He walked out.

Now, back to business. I removed my sweats. I stood looking at myself in the mirror; my boy toy panties were hugging me tightly. I opened my bag and removed four straps with padded loops on one end. I slid the straps under the mattress and out the other side. I pulled them to the middle of the bed. I reached up, leaning over her, my breast dangled over her mouth as I positioned the first strap. My nipple brushed her mouth. She licked and sucked at it. “Good, slut,” I said, rubbing her head. All straps were positioned. Now, the touchy part. I knelt over her. My ass rested on her belly. She was petite like me, so things were a little easier. I leaned down, kissing her. I pulled her hands above her head, holding them with one hand. A little playful restraint. My other hand reached over and looped the restraint around her right wrist. I kissed her. Then I looped the other around her other wrist.

“What the fuck?” she said.

My finger went to her lips, pressing down. “Shhhhhh.”

“I’m not sure I like this.”

“You do. Remember, I control your body. Are they too tight?”

“No. But I think…” My finger pushed into her mouth. She stopped talking.

“You don’t need to think. I think for you. You like this. You just don’t know it yet. Now be a good slut and shut the fuck up. I’ll tell you when to speak.”

“I’m just a little nervous.” My finger pressed again.

“Fine, have it your way. The hard way.” I got up and walked over to my bag. I put it on the bed next to her. I pulled out the ball gag. I lifted her head to kiss her. I slipped the strap behind her head. As I released the kiss, I ran my fingers along her mouth. I slid one in. She sucked on it. Then another. Then another. Soon, all four fingers were in her mouth. My other hand played with her breasts. She was squirming. Her tongue licked at my fingers when her mouth wasn’t sucking. “That’s a good slut.” I pinched her nipples. She moaned. My hand slid up and moved the ball into place. My fingers slid out of her mouth. The ball slid in quickly. I tightened the strap. “Now, this will be in place till you learn to obey when I tell you to be quiet.” She squirmed, wriggling her head.

My fingers shifted to her inner thigh. They traced their way around, circling her pussy. I leaned close to her ear. “The quicker you settle, the quicker the fun begins. My tongue is longing to taste your cum filled pussy. My mouth has all night to explore your body except these moments when you squirm.”

She tried to speak. Nothing intelligible. She stopped moving.

“That’s a good slut. Be good, let me finish. Soon, we will start.” I moved to her feet, looping the loops and pulling the straps tight. Right foot attached to left hand, Left foot attached to right hand. Pull one, the other pulls. Left thigh to right thigh. Spreading her wide. “Mmmm, now I can see that pussy. It is soaked. Did he eat you till you creamed on his face?” She mumbled. “Shake your head, dear. Yes, or no?” She nodded. “Good bursa eskort boy, he is. Did he fuck you silly?” She nodded. Did you cum both times?” She nodded. “Did he cum in this wet pussy?” My fingers danced along her outer lips. She moaned and nodded. “This wetness is new, though. Despite your squirming, this is turning you on, isn’t it?” She hesitated, then nodded. “Good slut.” My fingers pulled at her lips. They traced their way up to her clit. Her body shuddered. “See, when you are good, you get pleasure.”

“Lay still, dear.” I took out my phone and snapped some pictures. Overhead, tight shot of her pussy, the flash capturing the wetness. Close-up of her face. My fingers teased her pussy with her face in the background.

I found her purse. I fished out her phone and a charging cord. Ooooh, fingerprint lock, just my luck. I used her finger to unlock it. Bingo. I took several photos with her phone. I texted them to my phone. I set the settings to never lock and then plugged it in to charge. I balanced it on the chest of drawers across from the bed. I pressed the record button, and the video started. I set up my digital camera to record from the opposite perspective. Then,, another two cameras to have a multi-angle capture.

A quick text of her naked, bound body to my watcher with the words: Interested?

WTCHR: Very Nice. Sure.

Me: Key just under the door. Quiet. Watch till I say.

I opened the door, placing the keycard so it poked out from under the door, then closed it gently.

The wine bottle and bourbon were moved to the nightstand. I poured some over ice. The cork loosened from the wine bottle. I moved back to the bed, leaning close to her ear. My fingers teased her clit. She exhaled deeply. “I want to hear you moan and squeal. The gag takes that pleasure from me. If I remove it, will you only speak when you are asked a question?” She nodded. I released the strap, removing the ball. She was breathing heavily. I lay my mostly naked body against her. My breasts, even with hers, our nipples rubbing occasionally. My mouth moved next to her ear. I kissed her cheek.

“You like being controlled, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Does Steven control you?”

“No.”

“Do you control him?”

“Yes.”

“But you want him to treat you like I am now?”

“Yes.” I leaned in close to her, our cheeks pressed together. I captured a selfie. A second with my tongue licking her cheek.

“When I was in the box and controlling you, did you find what you’ve been looking for?”

“Yes.”

“Have you ever been controlled before?”

“A girl in college did, but only briefly.”

“Never a man?”

“No.”

“So, you like being controlled by girls. You’ve longed for someone to control you ever since college. Good. Well, you may have found that someone. Tonight will be a test run. You may enjoy yourself enough to ask me for a next time. It depends on you. If you do well, this may become a regular thing. Does your Steven know you are here?”

“No. I told him I had to work early.”

“Do you have to work early?”

“No.”

“So you are mine till we have to check out of this room?”

“Yes.”

“Unless I book another night.”

“Yes.”

“Good slut. White wine or bourbon?”

“Huh?”

“Do you want a taste of wine or bourbon?”

“Wine.” I took a swig of wine and kissed her, passing the liquid into her mouth. She choked at first, then swallowed.

“You need to get used to taking things from my mouth,” I laughed. I swigged a mouthful of bourbon. I swallowed most, feeling the lovely Kentucky hug. Then I kissed her, letting it run into her mouth. She gasped, and my mouth stayed on hers, running my tongue around hers, which forced her to swallow. I pulled away. She exhaled sharply. “You may not always like what I have in my mouth when I kiss you. You will always swallow it. I prefer bourbon. That feeling in your throat and chest is called the Kentucky hug. You will learn to appreciate it just as you learn to enjoy bourbon. If you become my slut; you will like what I like.” I poured some wine into her mouth. She swallowed it quickly. I heard the door open. I poured some more into her mouth. She closed her lips, and the wine spilled over her face. I laughed. I saw my watcher walk in. For a big man, he moved quietly. He sat down in a chair across from the bed. I smiled at him.

“Do you agree to do whatever I say? To obey me no matter what?” I said to her.

“Yes,” she replied.

“Good. Are you ok with being restrained?”

“Yes, now. I was scared at first,” she replied.

“I’m sorry I scared you. Everything will be ok. We will do nothing that you do not want. We will start by getting you really wet. From this moment on, you will not orgasm without my permission. If you feel your body getting there, you need to ask my approval BEFORE it happens, understand?”

“Yes.”

My hands moved to her breasts and started squeezing and twisting. Her body wriggled against the restraints restricting her movement. I sat beside her on the bed. My hands played, and my leg was draped between hers. My knee rested on her mons. Her restrained leg rubbed against my legs. I gently pressed down with my knee to pressure her mons slightly as my hands worked her tits. My hands manipulated them. I sucked her nipple in my mouth. She moaned loudly. I continued to suck on her breasts. My hand worked opposite where I was sucking. Mouth on right breast, hand on left, etc. My leg moved between her legs. Knee now sliding up and along her wetness, gentle, barely touching. My pelvis glided along her thigh. Her body shivered.

“Oh my god, that feels amazing.”

“Of course it does. Did you think I would just torture you?”

“No. I just… I… I didn’t know what to expect.”

“Have none of your lovers ever just played with your body?”

“No. Not like this.”

“Interesting. I need to ask some more questions. How many cocks have entered these lips?” My fingers stroked along her labia.

“Um… Four.” I looked at my watcher and raised my eyebrows, smiling.

“And other than those, how many cocks have entered these lips?” The same fingers ran along her mouth, rubbing her juices on them.

“Um… Two.”

“How many women’s pussy’s have been on these lips?”

“Just one.”

“Hmm… Other than mine, how many women’s lips have been on these lips?” I returned to stroking her labia.

“None.”

My hand moved up and tugged at her pubes as I sucked her nipple deep into my mouth.

“Ohhhhhhhh.” Oh, fuck yes. This is going to be fun.

I poured some bourbon on her belly and sucked it into my mouth. Then continued to suck on her tits. My hands worked all over them. My watcher loosened his pants and was stroking his big cock. I sucked extra hard on the side of her left breast. I pinched her nipples as I did. I took a swig of bourbon and continued. A small purple mark appeared. It has been a while since I gave someone a hickey. I massaged it. I sucked on her nipples. She squirmed and moaned as I did. My fingers moved down to her pussy. I motioned to my watcher to work her phone. He stood and quietly filmed us with her phone.

My fingers pulled and played with her pubes. “I need to tame this. A little trim to straighten it out.” I ran my hand through her pubes. “Not now, of course.” My palm pressed on her mons. Her hips reacted. My fingers dabbled at her clit. She shivered. My hand continued to press down. I tugged at her as I played around her lips. Her puffy pink lips were a deep contrast to her tanned skin. She must use a tanning booth. I tugged at her inner lips. She moaned loudly. “Remember the rule, slut.”

“Yes,” she replied through gritted teeth. My watcher, now cameraman, was focused on her pussy and my fingers. I leaned my face into the frame, smiling widely.

I continued to pull at her lips. My palm was still pressed on her mons, slowly massaging. Her hips were wriggling. My fingers tapped on her clit,` setting a rhythm. Her body was jerking with each tap. I felt her breathing increase. My fingers slid past her lips and inside of her slowly. She exhaled deeply. I picked up the drumming on her clit. My fingers teased the ridges on the upper inside of her pussy as my palm pressed down.

“I am close,” she said. “May I orgasm?”

“Oh, I love when my slut behaves. But certainly not yet.” My hands left her body. Her hips still wriggled. I watched as fluids built on her lips. I blew gently on them. My hands caressed her thighs. Fingers combed through her pubes. Her legs pulled against the restraints. I slid a pillow under her butt and spread her cheeks for the camera. I licked my finger. “I forgot to ask, has anything ever entered this tight hole?” My wet finger swirled around her asshole. Her body shivered.

“Yes.”

“How many cocks?”

“Two.”

“Is your precious Steven one?”

“Yes.”

“Ever had two cocks in you at once?” My finger continued to tease.

“No.” I bent down and ran my tongue around her asshole. She shivered. “Oh fuck.”

“Don’t cum, slut.”

“No.” I saw and felt her cheeks tighten. I smiled and raised my eyebrows to the camera.

“So close, aren’t you?” My breath blew against her now damp asshole. She trembled.

“Yes.”

I moved to her wet hole, sucking on her lips. She shrieked. My tongue dug into her wet hole. I could taste her tanginess. I could also taste salty cum. I sucked and licked. Her body shivered. Her hips wriggled.

“You are going to make me cum. May I cum?”

“No,” I licked twice more and then pulled away, running my tongue along her thigh. Her body was still shivering. I pulled off the bed. Poured some wine into her mouth. She gasped and swallowed. I shot some bourbon and poured a drink for my watcher. I swigged some bourbon. Not much left. I kissed her, letting a little drip in. She gasped, but swallowed quickly.

I went back to teasing her with my fingers and mouth. Stopping each time, she became close to orgasm. I kept this up for half an hour. My tongue ached a little. She was squirming on the bed. Her body was covered in sweat. Her pussy was swollen and dripping. I swallowed some bourbon. Then, I swigged some wine. I offered her wine or water.

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