A story of truth or fiction but definitely inspired by an earlier blog from a passing white fluffy thing in the sky , wink wink .
Let's set up the scene.
A Master and his Submissive together in a hotel room somewhere on the European continent on a fine summers day with pleasant temperatures a gentle breeze and a town full of happy people going about life in the warmth of the suns glow.
In the hotel room were the usual items, a bed an ensuite a TV a chair and a few lengths of parachute cord a vibrator , chained nipple clamps an eye mask and a collar of fine soft nubuck with a shiny gold lock , you know the usual things you find in a hotel room.
So the Dominant , the Master, a fine chap of average looks , hairy arsed , cute smile and a certain naughty charm that could cause the dropping of female knickers almost instantaneously when the charm was switched on. No great shakes this Master was.
Also present was a fine woman of middle age so between 18 and 99 years old most probably. Her clear and utterly self adored title was Submissive her nature submissive and her mind submissive and this day her body was submissive.
How enticing she looked sitting on the chair her hair tied in a loose scrunchy but doing enough to coral. Her body of sweet curves dimples and little islands of freckles was adorned with soft black lacy underwear a work of art garter belt set and sheer denier of black stockings, she was the most yummy looking licorice alsort just waiting to be devored all up ....yum yum.
The Master , that charming Master had used the parachute cord lengths to bind this delightful Submissive to the chair in a network of inticate weaved knots and twists and wraps and as he stood back looking at his handy work , proud, his smile broad, the Submissive looked at him and softly whispered " time to take that little blue pill " . They both smiled knowingly. Picking up the glass of water the Master oh what a charmer he was , swallowed the pill drank the water and they both looked very pleased like they knew they had the key to some secret.
The Master began to check his handiwork with the parachute cord and noticed perhaps on closer inspection that some of the knots the twists the weaves weren't as polished in execution as first thought. A question was asked to which the reply was at first a gentle no then this no was a bit more pronounced . Some kerfuffling with the parachute cord was instigated and again the same question was asked but this time the same answer of no was clearly in the company of a tone that was slightly panicked.
Hmm. The Master oh how cute he was , he began to pull and tug at the parachute cords twists knots and weaves while the Submissive now clearly growing in worry still answered no to the same question again. The Master threw out a fact like a bucket of water out the window " I'm dyslexic and these knots and weaves and twists are kind of confusing me a bit ," ...the reply "you're what now!? you're fucking telling me that now for what !?" and the very noticable absence of delicate submission was clear to all.
As the Master bent in trying to deciefer the maze of knots and twists and weaves of the parachute cord there a little grunting , puffing , body pushing , pulling when from a stray movement not terribly well choreographed the charming Masters glasses were displaced tumbling down over the now agitated Submissive's body and falling to the ground milliseconds before into the space of where the Master's foot was now being placed and a sound scrunching echoed throughout the hotel room on this fine warm summers day.
Then silence.
No movement from either person.
Slowly the recently placed foot was moved and there beneath on the soft carpeted floor were glasses frames askew and lens cross crossed with little sprouts of lines.
Fuck the word burst the silence .
Followed immediately by "oh my fucking gawd no no no and now the pill is working to " from the no longer sweetly toned Submissive
The Master looked down at his groin to be greeted by the soldier stiff and straight in readiness for action.
Right don't panic let's get this sorted , fuck the glasses I'll survive and the boner will go away it's to get this cord of you that's the issue!
You think was the curt reply.
Just get a knife or scissors to cut the cord and it will be all grand and we can laugh about all this yeah
Maybe was the reply less curt.
So have you a knife or a scissors ?
What the fuck would I be doing with carrying a knife or scissors about as the curtness of the tone reappeared
I only asked .
Ok.
I'll get dressed go down to the lobby and ask at reception im sure they'll have something and don't worry I'll not tell I've you've hog tied up here to the chair in your knickers I'm not stupid.
No curt tone no reply just a look.
So the still very charming hairy arsed Master put on his T-shirt boxers and shorts he already had his runners on hence the now defunked glasses on the bed and turned to leave the room to go downstairs to the hotel lobby.
Ahem
What ?
Your fucking boner !!
The Master looked down to be somewhat surprised to see his shorts stretched in a clear and obvious sign he was rocking a stiffy of some strength.
Fuck it ,fuck this weather and wearing shorts fuck fuck.
Just leave your hand near it keep it pushed in.
Ok .
Out to the lift the Master went .....
Time passed and the tied down slightly bored definitely pissed of but not overly anger Submissive heard that key card in the room door and the Master walked in proudly holding a pair of scissors and then all she saw was his the hard on looking so obvious in his shorts.
Got them he said.
Thank fuck, she replied , what about the boner you get away with it ?
Oh fuck , FUCK fuckity fuck fuck I completely forget about that I was just so relieved to have gotten the scissors.
She looked at him he looked at her and it took a second before they both burst out laughing pissing themselves at the thoughts of everything that just went by.