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Brian,at 5’6” tall, 170 lbs,late forties, takes a trip to Vegas once a year. He flies out on Thursday morning and flies back home on Monday. On the weekend visits, he likes to bet on college and pro football games during the day, take a nap, and then visit one of the many strip clubs available at night. He usually brings about $1,000 to bet on football, and around $4,000 to play with the dancers. He never takes credit cards to the clubs, knowing he would spend way more than intended if he brought them.
This trip was planned to be no different than the ones for the last several years. He flew in, checked into his hotel, grabbed the parlay cards and moneyline sheets and went to work Thursday night, filling out his weekend bets. On Friday he continued and then placed his bets at the sportsbook. After an afternoon nap and a light early dinner, he watched some of the Friday night games on which he had placed a bet. He lost that bet but didn’t know much about anyof the teams, he had just gone with a gut feel and it hadn’t worked out. No worries.
He showered around 8:30 and called a club he had not visited before to see if they had a courtesy service to pick him up at his hotel, instead of taking a taxi. They did. He arrived at the club around 10pm.
Brian sat near the stage so that he could check out the talent and also to serve as a minor deterrent to the girls who just try to ‘cold call’ him, asking for a dance or to go to the $100 dance booths before he even had a drink. He watched the stage pole dancing for maybe an hour, tipping every girl a couple of dollars each song when a pretty,petite brunette confidently leaned over and said, “I choose you for tonight”. Brian had been watching askinny platinum blond on stage with huge fake tits when he was startled by this calm, clear voice, easily heard above the booming music.
“Excuse me”, he laughed, “but don’t I choose you?” As he said this he was looking her over, noticing that she was a little older than most of the dancers, perhaps early 30’s, but definitely a beauty. She had on the obligatory 5-6 inch heels, and what looked like in the darkness of the club, a thong bikini. She slid into his lap uninvited but not unwanted, Brian figured she was about 5’1”, maybe 110-115 lbs. Small breasts, probably B cup at most, nice stomach but not overly muscular, and lovely hips that flared perfectly for her height. She hadfeatures reminiscent of Emily Blunt, striking but perhaps not quite that stunning.
She was funny and good at stripper chit-chat, telling Brian lots of information about herself and her co-workers without really revealing anything at all. Brian decided he wanted to have a better look at this girl, who went by the club name Melena. They agreed to go to the $100 dance booth. She was seductive and sexy; she ground her hips and tantalized Brian by brushing against his crotch ever so lightly. He was hooked – she was lovely and fit, but she smiled at him with genuine pleasure; he was hers and she knew it.
After the rush of the $100 dances, Brian wanted to go sit down at a table and buy them both a drink. But Melena sensed she was now in control, and cooed, ”Let’s go to the $200 booth now so we can get a little closer. There are less eyes watching in that room. We can take some shooters there.” Brian didn’t need any more coaxing; he was still reveling in the sexual tension Melena produced in the previous room.
Brian left the club around 3am, after several sessions in the $200 room. He thoroughly enjoyed his time with Melena and promised he would return for Saturday night, at roughly the same time as Friday. He definitely liked her, and he sensed she liked him – it was a gut feel.
Saturday night couldn’t come quickly enough for Brian – he had won a couple of nice parlays that added almost $2,000 to his cash that he could spend at the club over the next couple of nights. So he now had roughly $4,700 for 2 nights – this would be a special weekend.
As Brian walked in the door at the club, two dancers that had noticed all the money he spent with Melena the previous night descended on him and tried to cajole him into the $200 room, with the promise of an unforgettable experience. One of the dancers smiled, ”Baby, Melena isn’t even here tonight. We can make you forget all about that skank and our scent will be all over your face and fingers”. These girls were skinny but lovely, and they definitely started his arousal instinct. But just as he was beginning to consider his options, Melenaspotted the trio, briskly walked up to the two usurpers and told them, ”Get lost bitches, or be sorry!” The taller but thinner girls laughed a little but hurried away. Melena had a reputation.
This night began as the last night left off – going to the $200 room and the dances were close and steamy. Two sessions in that room and Brian’s member was straining to get release. They relaxed by going outside to a table to watch the stage dancers for a bit; soon Melena had to go onstage. She danced for all the people surrounding the stage, earning tips as large as most of the girls. Brian, of course, came up and tipped her a $20 bill on her second dance just so she wouldn’t forget about him. She didn’t.
After freshening up, she came back to his table, and suggested they take it up to the $400 VIP room for an even more intimate setting. Once in the privacy of VIP, she basically took everything off except a string thong which didn’t cover a thing; her fragrant pussy and gorgeous asshole fully visible as she danced around and tugged at the string. This room had a wide bench which was essentially a small bed. Melena pushed Brian down on the bench and straddled him. She then pulled her legs up and her weight was completely centered over his hips and legs. He smiled at how light she was. She could see (and feel) he was enjoying the view.
Melena purred: “I not only dance at clubs like this – I also wrestle. I do girl-girl and mixed wrestling. I’m on the internet and do private sessions as well. Would you like to see a move or two?”
And without waiting for an answer, she quickly jumped onto his chest and pinned his upper arms with her legs. She tugged his shirt up, began twisting his nipples uncomfortably then started choking him with his shirt. Brian didn’t move to stop her; he was still enthralled by her beauty andwanted to see where this went. Her next move pushed her luscious pussy even closer to his mouth, almost sitting on his face while trapping each arm between the thigh and calf. He actually was a little more concerned with this move as he had lost his leverage and she seemed more in control. She leaned down and said, “What are your fantasies? To be controlled by a woman?”
Brian considered this and nodded. He always had fantasized about bondage and femdom; she definitely fit that scenario. Melena smiled, got off his chest and finished the song with another seductive dance.
“Ok, let’s take this show on the road”, Melena said. “But let’s get some details worked out.” Brian told her which hotel he was using; Melena explained her fee and that she would meet him in his room – in about an hour. So Brian paid her for the VIP dances, left the club about 1am and arrived back at his room. About 50 minutes later Melena knocked on his door.
No less entrancing in her street clothes, she sashayed into the room and dropped her backpack and purse by the dresser. She asked: ”Do you have anything to drink here, like hard liquor?” Brian did – he usually had a few drinks before going to the clubs since drinks are so expensive. Melena nodded: ”Why don’t you pour me one while I freshen up?”
Brian already had been to the ice machine down the hall, so he put a few cubes in the glass and poured one for Melena. As he grabbed the second glass to put ice in for himself, Melena said tersely: “I said pour me a drink. I never mentioned that you could also have one.” He pushed the empty glass back on the dresser.
He turned around, and Melena was completely naked. She was so much lovelier in his room with good lighting. Melena said, “You can close your mouth and hand me the drink. You have been fixated on my body for two nights – I like that.” She thought to herself: I have total control without even trying.
She took a sip of her drink and set it down. “This is how this is going to play out. You’re going to pay me $500. You’re going to strip down, and we’re going to wrestle on your bed. Best two out of three falls. You will not pull my hair, bite me, punch me or intentionally throw me off the bed. After our session, if I win, I will teach you a hold. If you win,I’m your prize and you canfuck me.”
Brian mulled this over – he had planned on spending perhaps $2300 tonight at the club with Melena and he had only spent around $850 on her to this point. He was so intoxicated by her looks and scent that he readily agreed.
He opened the room safe and grabbed $500 from the envelope inside, closed the safe and then handed her the cash. As he began to unbutton his shirt, Melena put up an index finger: “Let’s take a shower first, so that we are both squeaky clean, inside and out. I’ll scrub you, and you scrub me, but no sex, understood?”
They both went into the shower and cleaned each other thoroughly, his rock hard erection giving away just how turned on he was by this vixen. Her size B cup breasts were just large enough to sag a little – she had large brown areolas and long nipples which fascinated Brian. He remembered the taste of her nipples not 2 hours ago, when he thought he was in heaven. Melena’s tight ass and thick legs were a testament to being a fit dancer (and wrestler). Her arms were also toned and fairly muscular, though not too large.
After toweling off, Melena motioned for him to pull the covers off the king-sized bed and get on all fours. She took a big sip from her glass and positioned herself behind him, a la Greco-Roman style. She said, “Say 1-2-3. We start on 3.” And they were off.
She tried many different moves on him during the few minutes the ‘match’ lasted, but she obviously had not been kidding about being a wrestler, pay website or not,and he had no wrestling experience. Her arm locks were devastating, her scissor leg moves crushed the air out of his stomach, and she was powerful enough to keep up the pressure until he called submission.
The second fall started with Melena on all fours, and Brian again was left starting at her captivating backside, into the cleft of her femininity. On ‘3’ he moved to grab an arm, pinned it against her to use his superior strength to grind some air out of Melena for a change. The move surprised her, who expected a quick second fall in her favor. She reached back with her other hand, pulled his hair to yank his head close to her and then she punched him in the gut. He released her arm and she grabbed his balls and slung him off the bed.
Brian, writhing on his back, cried: “What the fuck? You said no hair pulling, punching or deliberately throwing the other off the bed. I win that fall!” His eyes were in tears, she had been very rough tossing him off the bed while using his ballsac as leverage.
Melena jumped off the bed and got right in Brian’s face, her lovely Emily Blunt nose touching his, her face a scowl.”Bitch, did you not listen? I said you couldn’t do those things to ME! You lose this fall too, understand?”
Brian got up, a full five inches taller and 50-60 pounds heavier, and accepted her ruling. He lost but at least she would teach him some moves and holds.
Melena took another big sip from her glass. “Get up on the bed bitch, time for your lesson”.Brian got on all fours like the start of their wrestling session.”Head to the top of the bed, eyes forward,one hand touching your hip”. Brian thought that was peculiar, but he complied as she was the victor, guessing this position had to do with a particular hold. Instead of climbing on the bed immediately he heard Melena unzip her backpack. In a few seconds he felt small bounces on the mattress, as if she was making 2 or 3 piles of something at the foot of the bed. He heard her finish her drink, the ice tinkling in the tumbler as she set it down.
Melena, still gorgeous and naked as her prey, stood up on the bed, reached down and picked up two interlinked zip ties that she had prepared for this moment. “I’m going to show you how a tiny female can hold a large male helpless in 3 moves.” And with that, she sidled up to Brian’s rear and roughly grabbed just above his left wrist, which rested on his hip, with her left hand. She guided a loop of the zip tie cuffs over his wrist with her right hand. Her grip increased on his wrist as she tightened the loop – this made the sensation of a zip being cinched go pretty much unnoticed. “Ok, now relax before we struggle”. With that he unclenched his muscles for a moment – it was then she pounced, pushing his right shoulder down to the mattress and jerking his right hand behind and guided it smoothly into the other cuff. As she pulled the zip tight, oneof the three moves was complete.
His utter surprise at being zip tied made his head whip around: “What’s going on? I thought you were showing me wrestling moves!” And with that outburst, Melena had heard enough, grabbing the 1 ½ inch ball with a zip running through the center, shoved it deep into his mouth, jumped on his shoulders to keep his head down, and pulled the tie firmly until it could tighten no longer. His wailing and screaming were not completely silenced but she needed to completely immobilize him first.The second of three moves now complete. She got off his back and grabbed several longer ties, zipping his ankles, and above & below his knees. Three moves, male now helpless. She then pulled the roll of clear heavy packing tape from her pack and tightly sealed his gag, winding the tape round and round his head, so that only breathing and grunts could escape him. Next she took two smaller zip ties and loosely strapped them to his upper arms above the elbows, then diabolically took a third tie and linked the two. She zipped that link tie taut, and then pulled a little more on each separate arm’s zip tie to make it even more uncomfortable. Now fully in control. Melena laid out the plans going forward.
“I’m going to take another shower since I did manage to break a sweat during our brief match. If you can struggle free before I dress you can still fuck me. But if you don’t, then I will reset the bondage and make it even a little tougher for you to escape.”
With that, she got in a few moments of tease by sliding down the headboard directly in front of him, spreading her legs to a perfect ‘V’, and offering Brian aview of her pussy and the delicious scent she secretes, only a ½ inch away. He never got this close in the club. With his mouth fully sealed and his body in a banded state, he could only admire the former objective of the evening.
He was truly screwed and he knew it. How can anyone free themselves from taut zip ties without a sharp object to cut the band? And Melena had made sure his arms were totally trapped, so even if she dropped a pair of scissors on the bed, he was her captive.
“Ok, you’ve had a long enough look for incentive. This can be yours, all you have to do is squirm free from some tiny bits of plastic.” And with that, she stood up, intentionally brushing his nose with her clit, grabbed a few things from her purse and walked to the bathroom. He heard the shower go on.
Melena confidently closed the bathroom door, knowing he was very unlikely to get free. She was unsure whether Brian would even try to get away – he seemed to be enjoying the domination. But there were certainly adjustments to be done to ensure he enjoyed this a lot less.
Brian heard the door close and thought this probably was his best, maybe only chance to escape this crazy girl’s game. He rocked a little to force his body to roll to the edge of the bed. He then dropped his legs off the bed and stood up, hopped over to the dresser where Melena had put her purse and backpack. He tested the ties holding his wrists, but with the zip ties also holding his upper arms in check he lacked any leverage to try to pry the bands apart. Melena knew what she was doing, she had obviously tied up many guys (and gals?) before. He reached into her purse and opened it to see if there were scissors or any kind of blade. Nothing of use. He took a hop to the backpack, unzipped the main compartment, and felt around. No sharp objects were apparent, but as he sorted through the objects in the backpack, he felt a large pouch with perhaps something coiled, a small plastic pouch, something folded at the very bottom and a few other objects that he hoped he was wrong about.
Brian had not noticed during his searching that Melena had finished her shower and that she had quietly opened the bathroom door. She had missed the search of her purse but was watching the backpack digging currently in progress. As he continued to finger the various things in the pack, Brian suddenly felt a rush of hot, damp air coupled with a wafting scent of shampoo. Uh-oh.
Totally naked, bound with hard plastic zip ties, ball gagged tightly and tape sealed over the gag, Brian couldn’t have been more vulnerable. He had tried to find a way to free himself while she was in the shower, as she had challenged him to do. But he had failed.
Melena thought, “Well, at least he tried. He might be a wimp but not a total sissy.” She was glad she had taken her bathroom supplies with her – shampoo, shower gel, and nail clippers. He might have actually been able to use those clippers. It was time to move this along to the next stage.
Melena, now clean and still a little damp, walked over to her prisoner, grabbed the tie linking his arms and turned his torso. This caused Brian to basically twist and collapse to the ground instantly. Melena said rather ominously, “Since you are so interested in what’s in my backpack, maybe I should let you see firsthand.” This definitely sounded like more than he had bargained for back at the club.
Melena grabbed her pack, set it beside her prone captive, and sat on his ass while pulling out a few items. She first opened a large plastic bag withsemi-coiled long, industrial-sized cable zip ties. Each of these ties were around 3 feet long. Melena took two, threaded one through the other zip buckle to make a 6-foot tie, then stood up, rolled him to one side, fed the zip tie under one side, rolled him back the other way and pulled the tie to be completely underneath his chest. She worked the tie down to just above the arm ties and pulled the zip tie taut across his chest trapping the upper arms against his body. She made another 6-footer and fed it under his stomach and tightly trapped his wrists against his back at waist level. She made two more 6-foot zip ties, sliding one around to capture his upper thighs, and she managed to wriggle and roll him enough to get the last large zip tie to tightly trap his arms just below the shoulders along his upper chest.
Brian was truly fucked now and he knew it. This little bitch was making escape a distant dream and he was potentially in real trouble now, his fate totally out of his control. He cursed to himself that though he was in danger, as she was totally robbing him of his freedom, all he could think about was the moment she sat on his ass and moved to search her backpack – he could feel her luscious pussy lips drag across a butt cheek and he was in heaven at that moment. Damn he needed to focus!
With her captive now totally secure, Melena got off Brian and stood over him and smirked. Her next moves would be for total self-gratification. She bent over and grabbed the top strap across his back and pulled him up to his knees. Brian grunted with the action of being pulled by the strap as he unsteadily teetered on his knees. Melena grabbed the middle strap and pulled the man to standing, then she guided him to the side of the bed, forcing him to hop in little jumps. She told Brian to stand still against the bed for a moment.
As he leaned against the mattress, Melena went over to the vanity mirror and grabbed the small sitting stool. She set the stool next to the bed and guided Brian to stand behind the stool. She then told him to lean forward over the stool – she promised she would not let him get hurt. He awkwardly landed chest first on the bed and feet barely touching the carpet. She pushed his legs up onto the stool and there he was, bent over at a 90 degree angle: knees on the stool, chest on the bed, ass in the air. She grabbed the tube of K-Y and squeezed some out at the top of his ass crack, letting the jelly ooze in. Melena then grabbed a pump-able butt plug from her pack and rolled the plug in the excess K-Y before unceremoniously shoving the plug into Brian’s hole.
“Relax that ass, boy – it’s going in whether you want it or not!” Melena said flatly. After a few seconds of fighting the entry, Brian unclenched and she pushed until it found home – hilt touching his taint. He was unaware that this was a pump plug and thought the assault was over. Then he heard the bulb being pumped and felt the plug getting larger and he panicked. His struggling was easily controlled with one arm from the strong little woman while she continued to pump until the plug was engorged. Melena then twisted the nozzle and removed the bulb pump – butt plug was secure and not coming out anytime soon.She carefully pulled his body onto the stool, then guided his controlled fall to the floor, with a mild thump as he landed.
Melena grabbed two smaller zip ties and linked his chest ties to the lower thigh ties and pulled them until her captive was in a fetal position but bent over a little more severely. All the while Brian was grunting and almost whimpering – what was this girl who looked so sweet doing to him – and when was this going to stop?
Since Brian was now on his side he could see Melena and her backpack. She reached in one more time and pulled out the folded item. It looked like a heavy nylon duffle bag – what on earth is that for, he wondered.
Melena moved the stool back to the vanity and opened the duffle bag, working his feet first into the opening and then sliding the bag up and over the tied up male. There was little if any resistance from Brian since he was totally immobile at this point. She slid the bag up to his neck and stopped. “I’m going out for some breakfast – I’ve worked up quite an appetite. I just want to make sure you’re safe and secure. Don’t worry about escape now –that won’t happen and the next part of this adventure will ensure that.”
She grabbed a blindfold out of the pack and strapped it onto his head. She took the tape and wound it a few times just to be sure that it couldn’t come off without her. She tucked his head into the duffle bag and dragged him by the drawstrings to the closet. She thentied the drawstrings in a double knot to tidy things up. She could hear him rapidly breathing, maybe panicking a little. She gave him a little kick, which got his attention. “As I said, I’m going for breakfast. I will be back, and if you haven’t managed to get loose I plan to play rough with you all day.” She chuckled and closed the closet door.
Brian could hear Melena dressing and thought maybe he even heard her humming a happy little tune. He tested his bonds but realized his predicament was inescapable. He couldn’t even rock to switch the side he was laying. She had not tied the top of the duffle bag completely closed, so fresh air could enter the bag – he was not in danger of suffocation. But he did feel he was in danger – he had absolutely no idea what was coming next and he had no control. This was total female domination, as she promised.
After a few minutes had passed and Melena walking to the dresser and then the bathroom, Brian heard the closet door open. Melena gave him a playful kick and said, ”I’m off to get some breakfast, not sure how long I’ll be. Don’t worry about me not coming back – I have a lot more fun in store for you!”
Brian screamed his frustration but all she heard a soft whimper – that’s a good gag, she thought. And with that, Melena closed the closet door. Brian heard the room door open and close. He was alone.
In total silence, Brian continually tried to wring his hands or shift his feet for several minutes. He knew it was likely useless but he was scared of this girl – and how had he ended up like this? The whole idea of coming back to the room with the expectation of sex, the strange game of nude wrestling on the bed, the zip ties and packing tape she had in the backpack – she obviously knew this was going to happen. But how could he have known?
In the meantime, Melena contacted her roommate(and fellow stripper) Hailey as she drove to the all-night diner, asking if she wanted to meet up for something to eat. At the restaurant, Melena regaled the big breasted, redheaded Hailey with the enticement and conquest of her male victim. Hailey laughed so hard she nearly snorted her coffee through her nose in the process. “He’s tied up, right now, in his own room? Aren’t you afraid he might get away?”
“No, he’s strapped up good and tight with zip ties, gagged with a ball, multiple tape wraps around his head, blindfolded, stuffed into a duffle bag, and tucked away in a closet!”
“Holy crap! You definitely were thorough – he apparently didn’t suspect a thing?”
“Nope. Like most guys, he was only thinking with the head between his legs. Which reminds me – did you bring what I asked you to grab?”
“Oh yeah – the smallest one in your drawer!” Hailey was beside herself with excitement.
“He ought to have fun with that! Girl, what I have planned! Let’s finish our meal and head back to the hotel. He’s been ‘in the closet’ for about 2 hours now, he might be going nuts!” Melena giggled.
Brian had been replaying the last two nights in the club over and over, trying to recall each conversation, each noticeable bit of body language, his gut feel that she was going to end his night on a happy note, his excitement that – click -
The room door opened and closed. He could hear at least two different female voices giggling – one was definitely his captor. If he could somehow speak maybe he could convince another girl that Melena was bat-shit crazy and that he had not signed up for this! The voices dropped to a whisper and he could hear what sounded like furniture moving around. Subconsciously, after hearing the commotion, he began a new futile struggle to free himself. He heard the closet doorknob begin to move; that instantly stopped his movement.
The girls grabbed the draw strings of the duffle bag and dragged him into the room. Melena untied the drawstrings and pushed it down to Brian’s shoulders.
“Hey there, little man! I’ve brought along a friend to join in the fun! Though the ‘fun’ is most likely not your fun.” With that, Melena and Hailey grabbed the bottom of the duffle bag and dumped the bound male to the carpet.
“Wow, Mel, you really have him strapped up tight. That bitch ain’tgoin’ nowhere! You are screwed without our help, dude!” Hailey teased.
“Yep. He was a pretty easy capture. I just had to shake my ass a little and he thought he might get to tap it. He thought wrong! Ha! Ok, let’s cut a few of these ties off to get him in position.”
Brian could feel his body relaxing a little as the ties holding his chest to his thighs were cut. He was laid out flat, but rolled onto his stomach. Thankful for small mercies, he enjoyed the stretch.
“I bet you have to pee, little man, don’t you? You haven’t gone since I showed up, and you drank a few at the club earlier. Hails, let’s drag him to the toilet.”
The girls grabbed him by the shoulders, and using the straps for leverage, hauled him up and dragged him into the bathroom and turned him to sit on the toilet. Hailey laughed, “Oh my god! What’s that between his ass cheeks? Is that a butt plug? Mel, you are so sadistic!”
Melena poked his totally flaccid, laughably tiny cock between his legs and held it there with a finger. “Try to pee, boy. This is likely the last time for several more hours.” Melena said this in a so matter-of-fact manner that he didn’t doubt her for a minute. He was able to comply and relieve himself. Hailey nodded, took one of the hotel washcloths and wet it in the sink, then wiped his limp little cock when he finished.
That incident reminded Melena of the next step. She held up her index finger to Hailey and walked back into the room, searched in Hailey’s purse and found her prize. Strolling into the bathroom, she said to Hailey, “Why not wet that thing again, only cold water though, and rinse that pathetic, dinky thing off again.”
Hailey turned on the tap, let it get nice and cold, then soaked up some water with the cloth and wringed on his shriveled cock as the excess water dribbled into the toilet. Brian felt only discomfort and humiliation at being naked and blindfolded, bound and gagged in front of two women, defeated and trussed up by the hands of only one.
With his cock at it very minimum size, Melena sprang into action, grabbing the base of the cock cage and easily guided it over his balls and cock. Before Brian even knew what that sensation was, she slid the plastic encasement sheath over his cock and pressed it into locking position. Melena nodded at Hailey and Hailey ran back to her purse and grabbed the little lock with a key. The hasp was inserted and the lock shut. This was Melena’s tiniest cock cage, and it currently snugly fit the occupant. As long as there was no reason for his cock to enlarge, Brian would be trapped in the cage but not uncomfortable. Melena’s plan called for him to get very uncomfortable.
Melena grabbed a hand towel and roughly dried Brian’s groin area. Then the two girls pulled him back up and hauled him back into the room. They stood Brian up on his feet and Melena encircled her arms around him, which actually felt more like a powerful bear hug than a tender embrace.
“Hails, grab that chair and take it to the side of the bed, about4 or 5 feet away from the side”.
Hailey walked to the useless little table and chair vignette so often used in Vegas hotels rooms and dragged the low-backed, horizontally slatted chair that looked more like a dorm room chair, into position. Melena slightly turned Brian’s body and said, “Hop forward 3 times. I won’t let you fall and I won’t let you hurt yourself. I just need you to move.”
At this point, there was no escape for Brian, so he had to obey or perhaps suffer more than shame. He had felt the strength and the ire of Melena earlier and had no desire to provoke her further.
Brian was essentially to the side of the chair, but Melena wanted to demonstrate her superiority. She told him to relax and he submitted. She then grabbed him, lifted him up in the air from the front, and set him directly in front of the chair. While Melena caught her breath, Hailey came over and forcefully guided Brian to sit on the chair. As he was still blindfolded, he had heard the conversation but had no idea what was happening to him, so he defied Hailey’s effort but ultimately he was unable to resist.
Once seated, Melena grabbed her backpack and dumped the contents onto the bed.“Hails, grab a few of the longer ties and insert the end of one into the buckle of the other. We need to make four of the double long ties.” Whatever the plan was, Brian knew that he was going to be immobile again.
After the girls’ craft time was over, Melena grabbed her box cutter and instructed Hailey to stand behind Brian and hold him down the chair by the shoulders. “Don’t’ fight us, little man, or you will be very sorry. I have something quite sharp in my hands – do you understand?” Brian slowly nodded his head. Melena then proceeded to cut the longer ties on his upper torso, freeing his arms from his body. He luxuriated in the regained circulation but his feeling was short-lived. Melena guided his arms over the back of the chair and quickly used one the smaller zip ties to cinch his wrists to the lowest crossbar. With his hands secured, Hailey could then help with the binding. The roommates worked silently and swiftly to lash his body to the chair with ties across his upper arms, lower abdomen, upper thighs and lower thighs. He was welded to that chair.
He could hear the girls snickering at the sight before them, which added even more indignity to his situation. Then he felt each of them taking turns posing with their captive and taking selfies, grabbing his hair to lift his head, grabbing his caged cock and showing off. Each sat in his lap in different poses, stood behind him menacingly and each wanted a picture from the ground, looking through the female’s legs and showing the bound, naked male in the background, like a dominatrix pic. Brian could do nothing about it but grunt.
After the photoshoot, he heard the girls turn on the water in the shower and then the bathroom door closed. He figured that they worked up a sweat and were getting clean, but what was to become of him? All night he knew he had been rendered helpless, but only now did he begin to have feelings of forlorn and distress combined. As the girls chatted and chuckled in the shower, it seemed the night might be coming to a finish and he had no clue how this might end. What did they want? He figured it must be the money he had won on the football parlays he had foolishly told Melena about. Would they torture him to get the safe’s combination? He shuddered at that thought – they seemed perfectly capable of that.
The water turned off and the shower door opened – again he felt the heat and humidity of the bathroom air. Hailey came over to him and cooed, “Did you miss us, caged boy? Don’t worry, we’ll be back to play with you in a few minutes.”
From the sounds and scents coming out of the bathroom, it seemed like his two captors were getting ready to go out: hair dryer blasting, perfume wafting, sounds of stockings being pulled up long legs. He was puzzled by this, since he figured it must be only around 6 or 7 am.
After several minutes of ‘dolling up’, the girls came out of the bathroom all sassy and cheeky. They both complimented each other on how gorgeous and stunning they were, especially as a duo. They posed together in front of the vanity mirror and another session of selfies began, this time sexily caressing or groping each other, with the blindfolded, bound and gagged captive in the background.
They finished their photoshoot and things went quiet for a moment. Then Brian heard one of the girls back in the bathroom walking around, then coming out and grabbing something off the dresser top, and walking out the door. Melena spoke: ”This round of entertainment is drawing to a close. Only one act left to play out. How this ends is up to you.”
Those ominous words were expressing his greatest fear about the night’s events. In a reaction to her words he bucked and squirmed for all he was worth, trying to get something to break free. But a few minutes of this grunting only exhausted him and bought him nothing.
“Pathetic! You barely made the chair rock! You will never get away.”
Just then the door opened and closed. He heard then exchange quick whispers and then ice tinkling in the tumblers. Hailey had gone to get ice for them to have a drink. He heard the glasses get filled and the girls chitchatted while they drank. Chitchatting about nothing, as if Brian wasn’t even in the room: rent payments, who was working at the club tonight, etc. Then Hailey asked the question Brian was afraid of: “So what are we going to do with his body?” Melena walked behind the chair and put her fingers in his ears. He couldn’t hear the plan – he wanted to freak out but all he could do was wriggle. He felt his chair tip back, pivot around and he was dragged. His chair was pivoted again and then put back on all four feet. He heard the women giggling again. He knew he was in grave danger.
After a minute or so of muffled sounds, he heard the bed creak and then what sounded like licking and kissing. It seemed his captors wanted to get off before finishing him off. Lots of low moans and sounds of desire were building on the bed. He must have been moved closer to the bed, he could feel the heat from the women as they fondled and sucked each other’s body. The sounds ceased and felt the heat right next to his face. Suddenly his blindfold was ripped of his head and his vision slowly returned.
Before Brian was a fantasy of almost every heterosexual male in the world – two exquisite women, one brunette, one redhead, naked except for seamed black stockings and a black garter belt to hold the hose. Melena had removed his blindfold and then went about her business, which was currently being the top half of a live ‘69’ session going on two feet in front of their captive. These two were obviously very lustful of each other as they buried their faces in each other’s crotch. They licked, sucked and fingered each other close to orgasm, then they flipped over with Hailey on top but rotating 90 degrees. This was so that Brian got a side view, then a view of one pussy being licked, then another side view and the other pussy getting serviced. He was getting very excited in spite of his predicament. But the cage was imprisonment upon imprisonment, and he grew into the cage but no further. The pain was something he had never experienced before – real sexual frustration combined with physical pain.
The girls were going at it so furiously they climaxed countless times. They then stopped, kissed and licked each other’s pussy juice drenched faces, and turned to Brian. The genuine thrill of the sex scene combined with his current dilemma forced tons of emotions to rush to the surface. He began to shake.
Hailey hopped of the bed and went behind him, presumably to the bathroom. Melena, still exuding her sex scent from a pink a swollen pussy, said, “Well, little man, I guess it’s time to take care of you”. And with that, he saw Hailey with the box cutter; he saw the silver of the blade, closed his eyes but felt nothing.
No, what he felt was the bands holding him to the chair being cut. Once all four were released Hailey dropped the cutter and stood him up. She forcibly shoved Brian to the bed, where Melena then grabbed his torso and dragged him on. Hailey grabbed his feet and pressed his legs onto the bed.
Melena then scooted her crotch to hover over the confined penis and then made contact, her pussy lips enveloping his caged cock. She begin to grind. Brian was being driven absolutely wild by this action – this was unexpected but also unfulfilling. Without warning, Hailey straddled Brian’s face and slid her cunt over his nose. All he could breathe was Hailey’s cunt, and there was not much oxygen in that tiny space. Hailey held his face with her knees as she, too, began to gyrate.
Just as Brian was afraid he would pass out, Hailey lifted her ass up and gave him a gasp of fresh air. Just then he heard a stifled scream and felt a stream of liquid run down between his legs – Melena had come on his caged cock. Hailey turned around so that her asshole was over his eyes, and the cunt was in a different position over his nose. This afforded a little air so that he wouldn’t suffocate. Hailey had changed positions so she and Melena could make out over this captive male body. Melena squeezed and sucked on Hailey’s tits in between deep, soulful kisses. Hailey’s clit was now in contact with Brian’s nose and was growing. It was then that Brian noticed that this girl had a large clitoris, one that certainly poked out beyond the average female. He could feel the clit engorge and then fluid gushed onto his taped mouth – the juices flowing down his chin and pooling on his chest before sliding onto the bedsheets.
With the ladies each having huge orgasms courtesy of the passive and bound victim, Melena decided. “Hails, it’s time to do this”.
Hailey got off the bed, out of Brian’s immediate sight. Hailey then handed something to Melena, Brian could not see what except for a quick flash of metal. Hailey leaned over him, her large breasts tumbling in front of his face. The excitement and hope of the last 45 minutes all but dissipated. This really would happen. But they hadn’t even gotten the combination for the safe – what did they want? Melena was fiddling with his caged cock when suddenly he felt the cock cage removed.
Melena grabbed his cock and started to suck his balls. Hailey sucked his cock. The two of them worked him to a frenzy and then he exploded into Hailey’s mouth. Hailey then dripped some of the come from her mouth into Melena’s. The girls swallowed, jumped off the bed and each took a sip from their drink. They moved back to Brian and began kissing him and each other all over. Melena carefully cut the tape wound around Brian’s mouth and then Hailey snipped the tie holding the ball gag in place. They sat Brian up and each gave him a swig from a tumbler.
Brian said, ”Oh my God what a night. Best fantasy ever! I’m totally in love with both of you!”
Melena said” You will not be released until you can give me a shot in the mouth like you gave Hailey. That was supposed to be mine!”
Hailey smirked, “But he came so quickly I couldn’t switch to you in time”.
“Well, little man, the sooner you perform the sooner you’ll be free”.
An hour or so later, Brian and the two girls were in the shower cleaning up once again. After they were done, Brian went back to the safe and paid each of the girls $1000, even though Melena complained that it was too much.
“This was so worth it – I have never been so scared and yet so excited in the course of a few hours. What an experience.”
Melena and Hailey both gave their personal cell phone numbers as they packed up to go. Melena warned, “Next time may be even rougher. But the reward be more than a couple of blow jobs!”
Hailey, then Melena, gave Brian long, deep kisses to remind him that he needs to come back to Vegas ready to play.It was a gut feel.
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