Julie's Weekend
Ch 5 The new game
Before the day's activities were to begin, we all went for breakfast. It was a
little awkward, knowing that within minutes, we would be totally at the mercy of
this woman. Yet, here we were enjoying a pleasant breakfast, talking about the
weather.
When we returned to the room, the atmosphere suddenly changed. As soon as the
door had closed, she began barking orders. "On your knees!" . . "hands behind
your back!" We both complied immediately, something which sort of surprised me.
She began by rattling off some ground rules.
#1. The word "no" was not part of our vocabulary.
#2. All commands must be followed immediately.
#3. Severe punishments will be awarded for even the tiniest infraction.
#4. We were not to speak unless asked a direct question.
#5. We were to address her as mistress.
As she was listing the rules, she was pacing back and forth behind us, smacking
the crop against her hand. I was tingling with nervous excitement. Part fear,
part anticipation, and part hornyness. Glancing at you out of the corner of my
eye, your hard nipples and dripping pussy gave away your feelings.
First, I'm ordered to lie over the edge of the bed. Julie hands you a dildo,
and tells you to stick it in my ass. You lube it up real good. I can't see,
but can hear smack of the lube. Next I feel the cold tip touch my ass. Gently,
you increase pressure, until the head starts to move in. I let out a groan as I
feel my ass being stretched. "I thought I said no talking!" Julie yells,
startling us both. She quickly strikes my ass several times with the crop. "I
hope you learn to follow instructions soon, or this weekend is going to be very
painful." To make her point, she gags me. Next she smacks you several times
on your ass. "lets not take all day." She barks.
You quickly push the dildo all the way in as Julie continues to whip your ass.
I yell into the gag but it goes unnoticed. You fall onto the bed next to me,
both panting, and starting to wonder what we've gotten ourselves into.
Julie wants to do some shopping. And wants me to go with since we'll be going
to the hardware store. The plan is to leave you tied up in the room while
we're gone. This has you a bit steamed. The thought of her and I out shopping,
TOGETHER, while you're left to suffer. You're about to protest, but seeing
Julie with the crop in her hand stops you before making a sound.
Just as we're about to leave, Julie looks back at the room and notices how messy
it is. "We better have room service clean it while we're gone." she says.
"That means we'll have to hide my lovely little slave."
Pulling the sheet off the bed, I help her roll you into it so you're completely
covered. Then we push you under the bed. "I hope she doesn't clean TOO
thoroughly." Julie says as we leave the room.
You lie there thinking about your predicament. Here you are, a respected member
of society, naked, tied, hiding under a hotel bed, hoping that you're not
discovered by the cleaning lady. All by the whim of a younger woman, who you
are superior to in every way.
You have no idea how much time has past. It seems like hours. You try to amuse
yourself by thinking of ways to get revenge on Julie, but even that gets boring.
( you can only tie and whip someone so many times. )
The vibrator in your pussy has you on the edge, but you know you'll never be
able to come unless you can touch your clit.
Suddenly, you hear a key in the lock, and your heart stops. It amazing how well
you can hear when you can't see anything. You hear the squeak of the cleaning
cart as she moves it into the room.
You listen intently as she moves around the bed, changing the sheets. You begin
to sweat, party from being wrapped tightly in the sheet, but mostly from fear.
How would you ever explain this if you were caught. You can't claim to be
kidnapped, your own boyfriend helped to tie you up. You begin to panic a
little. Can you be arrested for being naked under a hotel bed? You're not sure.
One thing is sure, you would surely die of embarrassment. Suddenly you notice
that your pussy is throbbing. All the adrenaline has you on the verge of
orgasm. You whimper into the gag, praying that she doesn't hear. What about
the vibrator? can she hear that? She seems to be singing to herself, she must
have a Walkman on, Thank God. You let out a tiny sigh of relief as she starts
the vacuum. She must be almost done. Just a quick run with the vac and she'll
be out of there. As soon as she leaves, you 'll start pulling on you crotch
rope and give yourself the orgasm you deserve.
As she vacuums under the bed, you feel it touch your leg. Your heart stops
again. You pray the she doesn't look down to see what it hit. You exhale as
she moves on. Now on the other side, the vacuum touches you again. But this
time, it catches on the sheet and sucks it in. You nearly scream. She pulls
the vacuum away and looks down to see what it hit. She pulls at the sheet and
realizes that its too heavy to pull out. Your mind is racing. You've been
discovered!! What will you do? What will you say? What possible explanation
can you have for being willfully tied up, hiding under a bed?
You hear her call a co worker in her thick Mexican accent. From the hallway, a
man answers. You can barely hear him enter over the pounding of your heart.
Just what you need, an audience! He bends down and tugs at the sheet. You just
lie perfectly still, petrified. Just when you think this can't get any worse,
he says, " That could be a body, we better call the cops." Now, you know you're
in trouble. Even if you're not arrested, you're sure to make the papers. Even
though this is a small town, the news could filter back you your home. You let
out a small whimper.
Moments later, you feel yourself being pulled out from under the bed. The
thought of claiming you were kidnapped suddenly seems more attractive. Time is
moving in slow motion as they unroll you. You don't know how many people are in
the room, but you're sure you've got quite an audience.
As you are finally exposed from the sheet, you roll on your stomach. You don't
have the will to roll over and face your discoverers. The room is painfully
silent. You feel hands grabbing at your side to roll you over. You try to
resist slightly. Suddenly, you feel a sharp smack on your ass. Someone just hit
you with a crop! Then you hear Julie's voice, "When I say roll over, you roll
over!" that was followed by another slap.
As your eyes focused, you saw Julie and I standing over you grinning. You were
hating us right now, but were never happier to see Julie or me.
As your mind began to work again. You realized it was all a trick. Julie paid
off the cleaning lady to let her clean the room herself.
