In-Room Dining Alternative
I found that traveling for work was an excellent chance to satisfy my hidden fancy. That is, dressing up in undergarments made for ladies and enjoying myself. I'd never confided in my wife such desires, fearing she might not comprehend or perhaps deem me less appealing. So, these trips served as perfect opportunities for me to give in to my cravings.
At the conclusion of a long day at the office, I'd arrive at my hotel, ring up my wife, and then relish in some solo playtime, without a care in the world. This day had been no different. I'd donned a pair of vibrant red silk and lace panties while attending meetings, and the sensual feel of the material against my skin had me sufficiently aroused. With the idea of dinner pending, I carelessly discarded my clothes (minus my secret underthings), completely relaxed on my bed.
I had been dabbling in this secretive world for a while now, and my self-pleasure techniques were honed to a fine art. I began by caressing and kneading my penis and testicles, leading to manually teasing the head of my manhood as it shimmered through the silk. Stroking my shaft before climaxing is an unparalleled pleasure. The sensitivity of my tip, much more intensified beneath the fabric, sent me hurtling towards orgasm. However, just as I was about to indulge in another round of self-gratifying strokes, a throat cleared behind me.
To my astonishment, the cleaning lady had entered my room, looking both flabbergasted and amused. The irony of the situation was, unfortunately, I had forgotten to put the "do not disturb" sign on the door.
Gazing curiously at the predicament she'd discovered, she asked, "Aren't we just peachy? You're not the first gentleman I've interrupted while he was masturbating, but you're certainly the first I've found wearing women's lingerie." She seemed to derive a perverse pleasure from the situation. "That getup does suit you though," she mused.
I prepared to provide an explanation, but she interrupted me: "There's no purpose in that. You are a pervert fond of wearing women's underwear, and you've been trying to hit on hotel maids. It's only fair my dear that I get to have a little fun as well." Her words were met with a frightened response from me. To prove her point, she whipped out her phone, and began to film me.
"How do you plan on using that footage?" I choked out.
A gaze of pure evil crossed her face as she declared, "It depends on your willingness to cooperate."
I hesitated, but a silent nod was confirmation enough for her. She pushed her cart into my room before ordering me to re-assume my prior position on the bed.
"Lay back," she instructed. She pulled a roll of duct tape from the cart. "Now, insert your arms through the headboard's bars," she commanded. Seizing my wrists, she bound them tightly with duct tape. "Although hindering, these will suffice," she said with a grin.
To my terror, the maid then stood above me, seemingly satisfied by my helpless situation. "Don't stress," she soothed, her sweet smile producing shivers. "I'm not going to be too rough."
Nervously, I noted her intention was to assume command. Her observation that I was indeed aroused by dominant women resonated with me---my wife had never fulfilled my cravings for a more submissive role. I had unconsciously been picturing that when interrupted by the maid, hence my current discomfort.
I watched in fear as the lovely maid's dark smirk turned into a sinister snicker. "You genuinely like this, don't you, boy?" she inquired. "Women in charge turn you on? Your wife isn't meeting your secret needs, so you find hotels and ladies' undergarments the perfect outlet." As I perused my predicament, my heart raced in terror. "How would you like some excitement now?" she asked mischievously. Being incapable of denial and kept in a vulnerable position, I could only watch as she bound me with tape.
Holy smokes! This woman seems to have read my mind! I'm still blushing over the fact that she exposed my secret fantasies, and I can feel beads of sweat forming on my forehead. When I didn't answer her right away, she gave me another charming smile, which I later came to realize was a cover for her dominant side. She calmly said, "You know sweetheart, the first thing about being a sub is following the lead of the person in charge, and that's clearly me. I asked you a question." Then, before I could even try to answer, she glanced down at my erection and gently ran her finger up the length of it. Through my dress pants, the smooth silk slid against my already swollen manhood like a dream come true.
"Ahh! Ahh!" I moaned out in pleasure as she repeated this gesture a few times.
She smirked at me and pushed me further by saying, "So, tell me, is this a dream come true for you."
"Well...in a strange, yet unnerving way...yes," I stammered out.
"I had it figured out." she stated, still grinning at me as she traced the top of my waistband. I was nervously urging her to lower her hand, hoping for a release from the ache that my package had been experiencing all day. After edging for over half an hour, I was desperate for relief.
"You can detect a submissive guy from miles away." she playfully replied, passing by my shaking leg. "You have a lovely wife at home, and while you're fond of her, she isn't into the dom/sub scene. That's why you approached hotel maids when you're away from home. You've always desired something like this to happen. You left your sign off the door on purpose, am I correct?"
"Hmmm...I do have fantasies like you said, although I wasn't aware I left my sign on purpose," I softly stuttered.
"Perhaps you didn't notice," she seductively teased as she slid her finger along the waistband of my lacy undies. "But lucky for you, I absolutely love dominating sub guys like you. Most of my boyfriends have been submissives, so you scored yourself quite the catch." She leaned over me and began to kiss my neck softly. "And your kink is fascinating. You get turned on watching ladies pleasure themselves."
I was in sheer bliss while witnessing her fondling of her body, and I couldn't help but feel lucky. She exposed from underneath her skirt a pair of smooth white stockings that were adorned with lace garter belts. In the centre of the garter belts hung a white lacy panty, soaked with her own juices. Her panties were soaked in her essence, making me tremble with desire, only wishing I had access to my own throbbing member.
"Look what you've done to me you naughty man," she laughed with a hint of excitement. "I can't work with you now-" Suddenly, she lifted off me and stepped out of her skirt. She then took off her black dress pumps and made her way back onto the bed. Straddling one of my legs, she revealed an enticing view of her toned thighs.
With a wicked grin, she said to me, "You little pervert, you've made me all wet and buzzing with anticipation, and I can't focus on work now." She then reached down between her legs and began to finger herself. It was a sight I'd often imagined; seeing a woman pleasure herself in real life, especially not in a porno. Her body tensed as she reached her climax, releasing her moans and thrashing her head from side to side.
Soon her ecstasy subsided and she calmed down, still balancing on one leg. "This is...a conflict, " she murmured. "I can't work like this." She then sat upright, scooted closer, and pressed her wet pussy onto my leg. "See how wet you've made me?" she said and proceeded to finger herself some more. "You've made me so horny," she moaned. "Looks like I'll be late today."
As she continued to caress herself, I noticed her moist panties. "Baby, could you take them off for me?" she asked, tugging on her whispy white panties. I grabbed the moist panties by the waistband and pulled them down past her toned thighs, leaving her juices on my fingertips. "So beautiful," she said with a wicked smile, holding them up to my face. To her question, I nodded.
She held the panties right in front of my nose and said, "Do you like the scent of my love?" I inhaled her sweet, enticing aroma and my body was filled with electricity.
"Yes," I breathed.
"Good!" she purred. "Now, open your mouth."
"Eh?" I questioned.
Her face grew stern as she commanded, "I said, open your mouth." Another jolt of pleasure shot through me as I did as I was told, her moist panties filling my mouth. I felt humiliated and aroused at those same moments, realizing just how curious I'd been to experience a situation like this. However, it was one I never thought I would encounter.
She shifted her focus back to my panties and swollen dick. She placed her hand upside down over it, meaning her fingers were touching my balls, and she began to slowly stroke me through the silk material. I've touched myself through my own panties numerous times before and it felt amazing, but this was on a new level. Maybe she was better at it or maybe it was the circumstances I was in, or both, but it was simply unbelievable. She coyly smiled at me as I groaned and wriggled, straining against my restraints.
For some time, she kept up this caress, taking me to the brink of orgasm and then pulling back just before I could achieve it. I was in a state of pure bliss and torment: desperate to cum but also enjoying the immense pleasure she was giving me.
After a period of gentle stroking, she shifted her hand and rubbed the tip of my dick using her palm. My tip is quite sensitive, so within seconds of her starting this, my dick began to pulsate almost uncontrollably. The pressure in my groin area escalated, and I thought I was on the verge of climax. Just as I felt my ball sac contract and the onset of my orgasm, she abruptly ceased all stimulation and deliberately pressed her palm down firmly on my shaft and balls. Horrified, I watched as a small meager stream of cum seeped out of my cock into my panties, but I experienced no sensation from it. My balls were still bursting with unrelieved pressure.
Shaking her head, she commented, "What's wrong, sweetheart? I thought you knew that part of the sub game is that they don't often reach a proper orgasm. I forced my previous lover to endure ruined orgasms for over a month before I let him have a real one. It was incredibly humiliating for him. It was priceless."
She then sobered up, replaced her perky expression with a stern one, and said, "This is also what you get for being a naughty boy and flirting with the hotel maids while away from your wife."
She then climbed off the bed and straightened her skirt and zipped it up. She proceeded to dig in her handbag on the cleaning cart while surreptitiously glancing at me. She returned and casually removed my damp underwear, glancing at my now flaccid organ. For a brief moment, I dreamed she was going to provide some relief, even though I knew it was probably out of reach at this point.
However, my fantasy was quickly shattered as she pulled out a metallic chastity cage and locked me in. I stared in horror as she secured the device around my penis and attached a key to a necklace that she wore beneath her uniform.
She smugly gazed down at me and said, "As a reward for being a good boy, I'll let you out of the cage before you leave. If you're naughty, you'll have to find a locksmith before you tell your wife." She chuckled.
She then ventured over to the dresser drawers below the TV and rifled through them until she found my underwear. Although I utilized my trips to wear my kinky panties, I always carried some conventional men's undergarments in case my preferences shifted or to wear home to my wife. She snatched them all, placing them in a plastic trash bag with my soaked panties. She glanced back at me and said,
"For the remaining duration of your stay, I'll be selecting your underwear." Looking at my ornamented panties, she laughed, "Your taste in panties is impeccable. I'm going to take these for my boyfriend. You owe him in a sense for taking his chastity cage."
She smiled naughtily and instructed, "The rest of today and tomorrow, you'll have to wear these panties that have soaked up your saliva." She then pulled off the specific panties she had just used on me and, still smiling wickedly, brushed them against my caged genitalia a few times. "Hmm, it seems someone is becoming hard again." She rubbed my caged penis through the device and snickered, "Unlucky for you, little perverted sub. It's time to slip those panties onto you."
She smiled at me, finding me in my humiliating predicament with the panties on. "They look adorable on you, sweetheart. If you behave well throughout the week, I'll set you free before you leave. Maybe I'll even give your own briefs back for you to wear home. We'll see how you fare in the next few days."
I found myself becoming hard once again, feeling the restrictive cage discomforting my member. "Please, free me," I pleaded.
"Oh, begging?" she mused. "I like that. You don't get to be set free at will; that's not how it operates. Anyway, I'm really late on my cleaning chores because of you. So make sure you're ready for me tomorrow when I arrive."
I soon felt relieved as she unshackled me, then hurriedly rolled her pan towards the exit. My thoughts were preoccupied. On the one hand, I needed to figure out how I would tell my wife about my current situation, and if I had to return caged. And on the other, the pressing, ahem, physical issue that required my attention immediately: My erection was causing discomfort as I couldn't do anything about it.
Read also:
- Spotted Observing
- Secrets in the Shadows, Episode Thirteen
- Lisa's Milk Issue: Chapters 6-7
- Boot Him Out Part 3
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