The Bondage Master

She was strapped to the bed with the strong velvet covered rope I’d bought at the sex shop. Spread-eagled, everything on display. Hot!

I began tickling her feet. She giggled. She writhed. She screamed. No matter, I ignored her and moved up to her knees. Ah! Ecstasy. Her legs tried to struggle away. No way. She was tied down, immovable.

I moved up to her breasts and started blowing lightly on them. “Ayeeeeah! You so sexy man!”

She was getting hotter.

I bit her nipple; nipped it lightly really. She let out a short, sharp scream. She started panting.

Slowly, I licked around her breasts, up her neck, blew in her ear. All the while she is straining, moving, trying to get away from my insatiable tongue.

Her belly was heaving. I swept my long hair across her belly button, moving my head rhythmically across her torso, torturing her exquisitely until she was gasping, gasping, panting.

It was time to go for the big one. I brushed her light bush with my nose, savoring the slightly tangy, musty flavor. Then I dived down her slit, my tongue teasing and licking as she wailed with pleasure, unable to move her limbs. Her face contorted as I slowly moved around her clit, bringing her to a sensuous pleasure she had never experienced before.

She started breathing heavily. Her limbs were shaking. The explosion was coming. She was getting closer.

I stopped.

Her eyes snapped open, watching as I left the bed and walked to the hotel door and opened it wide. Anyone walking down the corridor could look in and see her spread-eagled there on the bed in all her glory.

I went to the bathroom and closed the door, but not before I looked back at her on the bed. Her eyes followed my hand fearfully as I reached down and grasped my tumescent member. I smiled and closed the door.

The sound of a waterfall hitting the water below drowned out her tentative pleas for me to come back and close the hotel room door.

“Please, maybe someone walk by? They see me. Harry, come back. Please close door.” She whimpered. She couldn’t talk too loud. Her cries might attract the very attention she was afraid of. I ignored her.

My long, pleasurable pee finished, I shook, and gave a satisfied smile. Then I reached for my mobile and called my friend. He was waiting down the hallway.

“It’s your turn.” Was all I said.

I put the seat down, sat, and waited. Not a sound emanated from the bedroom. She had gone strangely quiet.

After a few minutes I got up and walked to the door, turned the knob and peeked through the crack. My friend was on the bed, titillating her as she once again writhed with pleasure.

It was time to join them. I walked into the bedroom, checking to see that the door to the hotel hallway was closed this time. I slithered onto the bed. Taking her toes into my mouth I sucked and licked her feet. She squealed in delight. She still couldn’t move.

Her delight was exquisite. She was groaning as my friend entered her, his hips flying in solid rhythm. I moved up to her breasts, licked her face, blew butterfly kisses on her closed eyelids. She groaned and suddenly shuddered as her pleasure rose to a crescendo.

My friend joined her gasps of pleasure. The room echoed with their pleasure howls. I joined in, spraying my hot liquid over them as they shuddered and juddered together.

Without a word, my friend got up, pulled on his trousers and left the room. I lay down beside her and gently undid her restraints. She enclosed me in her arms, sobbing and laughing at the same time.

“Oh Harry! I like. I like too mutt. This velly good game. I no want money you.”

Noi sat up, her eyes shining with happiness as she looked in wonder at me and then at her body.

“You go toilet, I velly scared mans come inna room. But then I get excited. Think if man come I gonna come quick, quick! Ayeeeyah! Fliend you come inna room and he start play me, I go clazy! Body me never feel same same before. Why you do that?” she asked as she hauled off and tried to bitchslap me,

But I was ready. I’d already been through this before with other bar girls I’d picked up around Thailand. Never mind that punters were complaining about the changing scene. Sure prices are going up. The girls are getting more demanding.

I am training a whole new bunch of professionals. These girls, once they get a taste for voyeurism, bondage, and the exquisite pleasures they can get from my ministrations, they don’t want to stop. This strange new game I make them play turns them on, makes them want more.

I’m sending them out, back to their bars, where they look for players like myself willing to take them back into the game I have taught them so expertly. They crave it. They want it. They need it.

Are you looking for a new, exciting experience?

While you negotiate with that beautiful bar girl sitting on your knee, effectively pinning your arms behind your back as she manipulates you into willing submission, make sure you ask her, “Have you been with The Bondage Master?”

If her eyes light up, her body quivers, and she lets out a sigh of pleasure, you, my friend, have just hit the jackpot. Pay her bar fine and get her to a hotel immediately. A 5 star hotel is best, so that when you leave the door wide open while she’s tied up, she experiences the biggest fear and thrill. You’ll never regret it.

Good luck!