A Harmless Visit to Vegas

He climbed into the cab for the drive back to his hotel, a little tipsy but not really drunk like he usually got when the guys were together.  As he was alone, the cab driver gave him a spiel about calling this 'escort service' in town that catered to specific needs, should the customer require.  He was given a card with the service's phone number and a booklet – he had been given this junk before and usually tossed it in the trash on the way to bed.  He put the card in his pocket and rolled up the pamphlet in his hand as he made his way back to his room.  Something about the cabbie's sincerity made him decide to give the service a look.  What did he have to lose?

He flipped open the pamphlet as soon as he got in the room.  The photos were pretty enticing, he had to admit.  And he knew pictures of women on these pages are always models, but this place claimed every girl on these pages would be available if not already booked, which really intrigued him.  These girls were spectacular, and all different body types, races and heights.  The pictures had the desired effect, his pulse was racing when he made the impulsive decision to call and see what the deal was to get an 'model' to visit him.  It was after 4am when he called, he had a nice long conversation with the young lady on the other end of the line, with her reading a very specific checklist being used to narrow down his choice of model.

Even he had no preconceived idea of what his desired girl would look like until they finished the questionnaire.  It turns out that he likes big tits, small waist, medium-sized ass, toned and fit build, small in stature – and Asian.  He was really surprised that this set of questions led to this outcome as he always  he went for tall, slim redheads. The service's girl did ask him more than once if he was happy with his choice, and he felt that yes, he was.  The second part of the questionnaire was geared more toward the service needed, but worded in a similar way as the first. Each question was prefaced with, “If you lived in a perfect world,  would you prefer...”.  He supposed this was worded so that law enforcement couldn't successfully prosecute.  He did manage to get across that he needed the girl to be able to handle a little bondage session and that he had always dreamed of having “sex with a woman tied up”.  The girl assured him this was possible and that his Asian doll would be at his room Saturday night a 9pm sharp.  After an agreed price (exact cash only) he hung up and poured himself another drink before falling asleep.

When he woke it was nearly noon and he had to get going.  He grabbed some lunch and hailed a cab outside the hotel.  He wanted the closest superstore, like a Walmart or Target.   As he walked into the store he mentally clicked off the few items he was looking for – two rolls of duct tape, two bundles of 50 foot cotton clothesline, two large bandanas, a pair of scissors and a jar of lubricant like Vaseline.  He found these things easily enough and got himself back to the hotel room. 

Nine o'clock couldn't come fast enough.  He unwrapped one of the clothesline bundles and cut the rope to lengths of 10 feet.  He then tore off a little duct tape to wrap each end of the rope, to stop the fraying, and he liked the look of the tape anyway.  He decided to shower, get nice and clean for his 'date'.  After he finished and dressed, it was just before 8:30 and he went down to the hotel ground floor to buy another small bottle of Jack and a few Cokes.  He stopped by the ice machine and filled up the bucket for what he hoped would be a very entertaining night.

At nine o'clock there was a knock on his door.  His heart jumped a beat – this was actually going to happen!  Before he lost his nerve he quickly walked to the door and opened.  Such a stunning sight as he had never seen before – a nearly perfect Asian doll stood before him – about 5 foot 4 inches with shoulder-length hair (he guessed about 30 years old), and wrapped in a long coat as if to protect from a cold night out.  She was pulling a large suitcase behind her -”Props”, she said and nodded at the luggage behind.  She was checking him out at the same time, looked him up and down. With a gentle smile she edged her way past him and into the room.

The next words out of her mouth, before even “Hello” - “Do you have agreed money? I need  money up front.”  He was a little stunned, as this was not discussed but he thought since he was paying anyway, maybe this was the way it is done.  He pulled out his wallet and forked over the cash.  Once she had the cash, she smiled, opened and dropped her coat to reveal – exactly what he ordered, large tits, narrow waist, flaring hips, all contained within a leather body harness as seen in so many bondage shoots.  He nearly spent himself right there, at the mere sight of her.

She walked around the room, looking it over, seeing the coils of rope and rolls of tape on the desk.  She  smirked and said “So we going to play rough?  Play tight tie up game?  I like tight!”  With that she grabbed a couple of lengths of rope and put them on the bed.  She then removed the leather 'modesty' panels on her body harness to render herself naked except with 5” stilettos and the harness. She motioned for him to take his clothes off as well; once he was completely naked he thought “Let the games begin!”.

She asked “What first?” and he thought a chair tie would be a good start  - he wanted this to last a while and getting her on the bed would finish too quickly.  So he grabbed the chair from the desk (a perfect bondage chair, he saw with high vertical slats and a good crossbar between the legs) and hauled it to the room's middle.  He then walked to her, putting his arms out as if to guide her to the chair.  With astounding speed she snatched his arm, wrenched it up behind him and pushed him down to the bed.

She climbed on top of him and pushed the arm higher and higher up his back so painfully he gasped for air instead of yelping. She leaned down to his ear and said “Other arm please or this one breaks”.  He tried to buck her off his back but he wasn't that big anyway and she had leverage.  She pushed the arm until the elbow felt as if to pull out of its socket.  Giving up this round, he passed his other arm behind his back.  She instantly grabbed some rope and began winding the rope around his wrists until they were trapped so she could lash them properly.  Once his wrists were secure she grabbed a pillow, separated the pillow case and temporarily gagged him, tying the pillow case tightly.  She then took the other length of rope and tied his ankles in the crossed fashion.  Like a cat she hopped off the bed and grabbed the bandanas and a roll of duct tape.  In a flash she jumped onto his back again, pinning him to the bed.  She loosened the pillow case and she then balled up and shoved the bandanas into his mouth as he finally began to rebel.  With his mouth stuffed she quickly started the lead end of the tape off the roll then clamped her hand onto his mouth.  He struggled mightily but she was far stronger than he was with his wrists and ankles tied.  She bent down to his right ear and said, “This tape goes over your nose if you don't stop jumping around”!  He put up a bit more of a fight but she pinched his nose shut with her thumb and forefinger as the other fingers stayed over his mouth.  He nodded and she relaxed her nose pinch.  “Don't spit out the cloth – it stays in, understand?”  - again he reluctantly agreed and stayed still while she removed her hand and began to wrap the duct tape around his head.  She then sat him upright and got behind him and wound the tape so many times he lost count.  But boy was it tight, he couldn't shift his lips at all - this girl had wound it so thoroughly taut.  She moved from behind him and he slumped to the bed on his side.

She laughed a little, proud of how quickly she had taken him down and captured him in just seconds.  She marveled at how pathetic his struggling and 'mmphing' were, he was positively bound and gagged  by her little hands.  She reached, grabbed a hunk of hair to lift his face to hers and said “Don't worry, we're not done yet”.  It only then occurred to him she was no longer speaking in broken English.

She got off his back and decided the chair was a good idea after all.  She pushed the chair closer to the bed, stood him up, rather shakily on one foot, and sat him down in the chair.  She looked over the situation and decided she needed him to be tied much tighter.  His wrists, though hastily tied, were bound well enough that he wasn't getting loose without help.  She patted his arms, “We need to take care of those next!”  He knew at this point he was in real trouble, fun and games for his benefit weren't on the agenda tonight.

Despite the predicament he was currently facing he was fully erect; he hadn't noticed and wasn't really enjoying the moment.  But she saw it, chuckled, slapped it hard with her hand as she moved to the desk to get the the rest of the rope and tape. As soon as she turned her back he struggled against the wrist rope and rocked in the chair to see if he could loosen a knot.  She heard the commotion but kept her back turned to listen for any success he might have had – she was confident the knots would hold.  He let out a terribly muffled groan of exasperation – she felt an evil smile grow across her face.

She walked back to the chair and stood behind, pushed him to lean forward, took another rope and tied his elbows, almost as tightly as they could be drawn together.  She then ran rope over his upper and lower thighs to weld him to his chair, which was rapidly becoming his personal prison. She then took another length, got down on her knees and passed it between the cinched ankles and looped it back through and tied the ankles to the cross strut, pulling his feet off the carpet and trapping them underneath his chair.

She finally took the 50 foot length of rope and doubled it over, pulled it around his upper chest and passed the ends through the doubled over closed end.  Pulling that taut, she began encircling his upper torso, alternately linking the rope to the vertical bars in the chair and cinching between the slats and his arms, working downward to complete the imprisonment.  She grabbed the duct tape and wound more around his mouth and head to near total silence, the lower half of his face a silver bowl.  Finally she opened his closet and found his trainers, pulled the shoe laces from them and tied his balls up with one string and tightly knotted the other at the base of his cock. 

She let out a sigh and sat on the edge of the bed, examining her captive. In a matter of a few minutes she had entered his room, easily man-handled the larger male, tied him up completely, gagged him thoroughly and harshly restrained him to a chair. Her victory was so absolute it all happened without her getting a single scratch and her captive only suffering minor bruises.  She stood up and began to complete the final phase of this drama.

Total humiliation – these words came to him again and again.  She surprised him, sure, but how did he end up like this?  He couldn't move – hell, he could hardly breathe, she had cinched him up so tight.

She started rummaging through his clothes and other effects, found the wallet again and pulled the left over cash out and dropped it into her purse.  She then pulled his luggage case out and filled it with his clothes and toiletries and tossed the wallet in there as well. Everything that was his was now in the case, along with the clothes he had when she arrived.  He panicked as he realized no trace of him was now in the room, except of course for his expertly tied body.  He desperately renewed his grunting, muffled screaming and mighty struggles against the rope and tape that he himself bought, his screams choking on the large bandanas, all now used against him.

She opened the luggage she had brought with her, which contained all sorts of buckling leather straps, hand and foot cuffs, a huge ball gag harness, dildos and butt plugs, a steel cock cage, an assortment of locks and a eyeless leather hood.  He certainly didn't like the look of anything in that suitcase.  She grabbed the hood and looked him straight in the eyes: “You are my prisoner and my bounty.  Later tonight you will be taken away from here and sold on the submissive male market.  You may become a sex slave, you may become a mine worker.  Only your sale price matters to me.”  She lifted the hood so he could see it: “I have taken your freedom to move, your freedom to speak and soon your freedom to see.  I have proven superior in every way.”

With that he whimpered into his gag, and hung his head.  She laughed at his total defeat and slipped the  hood over his head and buckled it into place.  His distress increased exponentially with the loss of sight and the crushing closure of the hood.  His mewls were stifled to nearly imperceptible with the leather mask in place.

She zipped up his luggage and dragged it to the door.  She flipped open her cell, called a programmed contact and simply said:”The customer has no complaints”. The husky female voice at the other end said:”Fine. We'll be there in 20, make sure the cargo remains in place”. She closed the phone and smirked. She had one more torture she would inflict before she left.

She always got the biggest turn on when the victim was captured, but this had gone so well that she wanted to taunt him even more.  She untied the strings binding his penis and gonads.  He tried to shift in his chair, unsure if this nightmare was at last over or not. She grabbed his cock, pumped it a few times with her hand and finished his hand job.  He exploded in spite of himself, shame was an obvious emotion even with the hood on.  She knew he could hear: “You said you wanted sex with a woman, tied up; I tied you up and gave you sex!” She found the humbling steel cock cage and slid it over his now semi-erect shaft.  She swung the ratchet cuff around his balls and trapped them in the opening, closing the cuff until his balls almost burst from their sac.  Not only was he immobile, she thought, but now truly trapped. She started to perform a lap dance on his bound form, brushing her voluptuous hips again his steel-bound cock.  Again and again she rubbed past the imprisoned member, the dance getting her wet because she knew this was a dance that she had ultimate control, he didn't want this dance now that he was spent.  After a minute or two of gyrations she sat down in his lap, cradling his forcibly-curved member between her thighs.  She rested her pussy lips on the cold steel, then began rubbing her clit against the cage.  She began to feel the orgasm trance building...

Suddenly she stood, just before climax, caught her breath, inserted the modesty panels back into position, put on her long coat, and walked to the door.  She thought she would save that explosion for the sale of the captive.  She stopped and watched him, giving it all he had, clinging to the hope she had not tightened every last knot.  With that thought she opened his case, grabbed the duct tape, tore off a piece, and wound the tape over his fingers, sealing them together.  She did this to his other hand as well.  This last action was enough to completely subdue his spirit. She pinched his nose long enough to panic him again, she chuckled  and then turned the on TV, with the volume at medium so any sounds he might make would be lost in the noise.

One more check of the bondage he was in, she was very pleased.  Having tied his feet to the crossbar under the chair off the floor meant he had no way of moving the chair.  Since all he could do was rock the chair, she decided to drag the chair to the room center so the bed was out of play if he managed to tip the chair over.  She zipped up the bag she brought and put it in near the door – the transporters on their way would use that luggage (and everything inside) to get him safely out of the hotel and to his upcoming auction.  She looked around, saw that she had her personal effects and his possessions, taped his key card to the back of the “Do Not Disturb” sign, and left that on the door knob as she walked out.