So now I'm freaking out. Was that this bathroom??? One next door? Who is in there if it's mine? I started moving backwards, watching the door when my girlfriend pops out in her bra and underwear.
I'm thinking wow she looks good... But wait: How did she know I just got out? Could she see from the bathroom? How did she pick just the right time?
"Where do you think you're going?" she said.
I said, "I was just winning your challenge!"
She said, "You haven't won. You still have the jacket on, and I'm not done yet. You see this was all a part of my plan. I brought you to this horrible hotel so that you'd want to get out.I knew you'd do anything you could think of to escape, while the whole time I'd be watching so that I could see if the jacket had any weaknesses."
"How exactly were you watching?" I asked.
She said "On my iphone".
I said "WHAT?" She said, "I had your phone in the bathroom, connected over the WiFi to mine out here. I could see and hear everything!" That was when I found out that the hotel had one other requirement: internet.
"Anyway", she said, "I am quite happy with the jacket, just no chinese food for you! tee he he"
I wasn't happy. Don't get me wrong, I love how she was taunting me, but after 2 hours I was not in the mood to lose. I said, "I'm done, I won, I'm out, I undid the arms!"
"Oh come on" she said, "I'm going to reward you for that".
"Come here" she said softly. She began to kiss me and run her hands down the jacket. "Seeing you in this turns me on you know" she said as she continued and tugged lightly on the crotch strap. "Lets get you back strapped in and I'll give you a present"
I obliged, and she put the arms back through the loops. And secured them in the back. She didn't make them too tight, just put them nicely in place.
She said, "sit down on the bed", also softly. Then she went back into the bathroom and grabbed a washcloth and her backpack that she had stowed away, unzipped it and took out a roll of medical tape and a pair of scissors.
"Now I thought I had gagged you well enough before, but apparently not... Open up" I opened my mouth and she shoved the washcloth in. It was rough. She had me close my lips and she peeled a piece of tape off the roll, cut it with the scissors and places it over my closed lips. That medical tape is sticky. I'm sure she has a whole supply of it now with her placement at the hospital.
"Gotta get rid of your little escape tools here" She walked over to the table and took all of the chopsticks and put them in the garbage. "No getting out this time!" I wouldn't have gone that far again anyway, was so much work, but seeing her throw them out was kia turn on. She wanted to make sure I wans't going to get out.
"And the blindfold!" she said, "you tossed that right off, not this time!" She reached into her backpack and pulled out a flannel pillowcase. She rolled it open in her hands and pulled it over my head. It was a huge and very thick pillowcase. There was enough material for her to be able to tie it in the back cinching it up to my neck, making everything dark.
"That's much better" she said. "No more seeing your way out!... Here, stand up". She walked me around the room a little bit. "We're dancing" she said. (At this point I was thinking she was the one that belonged in the jacket).
She walked me back to the bed, and pushed me down aggressively, face first onto the mattress. She picked up my legs and swiveled my whole body onto the bed.
"Did I make it tight enough last time?" she said.
She stood on the bed, stood half on me (putting her foot on my butt), reached down and grabbed the arm strap. She said I think it needs to be tighter, and pulled it hard. It got really tight!
I moaned. She laughed.
She hopped off the bed and grabbed some rope out of her bag. She started wrapping the rope around my feet, cinched in the middle and finished tying them tightly together. Then she grabbed another rope and put me in a hogtie, using the straps on the jacket's back and tied them tightly my feet.
She hopped back off the bed, and said, "wow you are really screwed this time!"
I mmmppphed and rolled around a bit on the bed, but didn't want to go too far and hit my head on something.
"So I know I said I had a present for you... and this is it."
I sat there wondering what she was doing... and then a few seconds later... She said, "No this is it. This is your present. You are completely helpless in a hotel in the middle of nowhere. You have no hope of escape, and I'm going to leave you here!" (I've heard this one before I thought).
"I can tell you are having a good time, so have a good night!"
She grabbed her bag and left. For real.
I don't remember much of what happened next. My head was hot in the pillowcase and I was exhausted. I struggled for a bit and stopped, figuring she'd pop back out or something, but she didn't!
It was only a few hours later (I have no idea what time) that I felt the crotch strap being released. A hand with lubricant and a rubber glove quickly went to work and took me to climax. The strap was then replaced. It was very fast and weird. It had a very get the job done kind of feeling.
At about 8am I heard the door open (I was already up and still stuck hogtied, laying on my side). My girlfriend took off the blindfold and started undoing the straps. She said "Did you have fun last night?" I said "Yeah". She laughed kind of sarcastically.
She said "Don't worry, I promise to give you a present you'll enjoy more tonight. I was too tired last night to do anything so I grabbed a room down the hall. And I didn't really leave you alone. I left my iphone on in here and gave Amy's sister your iphone and charger to watch you since she was on desk duty for the night, just to make sure you didn't die or anything." I said, "you gave someone my phone? To watch me tied up in a hotel room?" She said "yeah, she's not going to tell anyone, look I can't be irresponsible and leave you somewhere alone, alone, that's dangerous." Which is quite characteristic of her. As aggressive as she can be, she is safe with what she does.Then I went to thinking: Wait, if she was asleep the whole time, then who...?