Mia relaxed on the king-sized bed of her hotel suite, reading a magazine while she wound down for the evening. Her black hair was done up in a ponytail and situated over her right shoulder as she read. She sighed, taking in the relaxing weekend Alan had arranged for her. He couldn’t join her since he was out of the country on business, but he had paid for her to go to Philadelphia for the weekend and be pampered at one of the state’s best spas. She started packing that morning as soon as she got the email from him explaining the surprise he had arranged for her and she was in Philly just in time to check into the hotel and head to her appointment.
She smiled as she flipped through the magazine, the first of her appointments, a massage, was peak relaxation. A knock at the door of the room broke her out of her daydreaming, “Who could that be?” she asked, to no one in particular.
She closed the magazine and sprang up from the bed, shuffling across the carpet towards the door. She opened it and saw there was a large box waiting for her. What’s this? She thought as she picked up the box and brought it into the room. She looked at the shipping label and exclaimed, “Oh, it’s from Alan!”
She set the box down on the coffee table and looked around for something to cut the tape with. Settling on her car keys, she gingerly used one of the keys to cut through the tape. Her smile widened as she opened the box, it was packed with some of her favorite bondage gear from the stash they kept at Alan’s house. On top of the gear was a typed note and instructions:
Hey Mia,
I thought you might like to have a little fun during your weekend away. Sorry I can’t be there with you, but these items from our gear should help you feel like I’m there with you. Now, be a good sub and follow my instructions ;).
Love,
Alan
P.S don’t open the envelope yet, it’s for the last step of your ‘fun’. Enjoy!
Mia was beaming as she read the letter, so thoughtful, I love him. “Ok let’s get this gear out on the bed.” She said out loud as she set the envelope down beside her on the couch and brought the box over to the bed. She began to lay out the items as well as Alan’s instructions. Grabbing her phone off the bedside table, she sent Alan a quick text, “I just got the box you sent, thanks so much! Love you, see you when you get back :)”
She put her phone back down on the bedside table and turned her attention to the contents of the box, there were a lot of items contained within!
First she pulled out a set of handcuffs, a small chain and a roll of medical tape placing the items down on the bed. Next, were her ballet boots she kept at Alan’s place, they were black leather and went up to her thighs, the boots also had a 6-inch heel. She fished around for the matching vinyl gloves that went up to her elbows, she set them down beside the boots.
“Whoa,” she said with a smile as she pulled out the next item, a sturdy leather forced orgasm belt with the Hitachi already secured within the harness. She also pulled out some long stockings and a set of high-waisted underwear. Both would protect her skin from chaffing in the boots and belt respectively.
She set the belt aside and pulled out a ziplock bag filled with locks, to lock the gear onto herself she figured. Everything she pulled out so far had locking buckles, so it made sense. She set the bag down and pulled out the next items - a set of leather cuffs that had two locking straps on each one. One pair for her ankles and another for her wrists.
Next, she pulled out a locking leather posture collar and placed it beside the cuffs. The collar had a large D-Ring attached to the front of it and several smaller ones all around the outside.
Lastly, she pulled out an extension cord, a small drill, screws, lockboxes and an electronic combination lock. She was confused about the lockboxes but figured the instructions would tell her what they were for. As she looked at them, she realized the larger one was for the wall socket and the smaller one would fit over the extension cords socket area. Strange he would include these, but they're part of the game I guess. She mused, Alan does like to be thorough.
With nothing else in the box, she turned her attention to the instructions.
- Drill the lockbox into the wall with the provided screws. Ensure the box fits snugly over the wall socket before drilling - I'll pay for the room deposit, no worries :).
- Plug the extension cord into the wall and plug the vibrator into the extension cord sockets. Lock the lockbox on the wall with the lock labeled ‘W’ and tape the key to the underside of the extension cord sockets. Then, lock the smaller lockbox over the sockets with the combination lock. The one-time code for the lock is 438930.
Mia got to work on the first couple of steps, securing the lockbox to the wall. She gave the lockbox a tug after screwing it into the wall to ensure it would stay in place. Then she plugged the extension cord into the wall. She dialed the one-time code into the electronic combination lock, it opened with a satisfying click. She had never seen this lock before, and wondered if Alan had bought it for the challenge. This thing looks intense, she thought as she locked the smaller lockbox over the extension cord’s sockets using the combination lock. She was excited to use it though, Alan did like to make her bondage challenging and this fit with his modus operandi. She tried the one-time code again but this time the lock beeped, confirming her guess was incorrect.
Well, Alan did say it was a one-time code. She thought to herself, I wonder when he’ll send me the code to unlock it? The thought of having to wait for a code from Alan turned her on. She snapped out of her daydream and continued with setting up the game Alan had planned for her.
She plugged the vibrator into the extension cord and flicked it on, ensuring it would work. The vibrator buzzed to life and she smiled, shutting it off again and securing the lockbox key to the bottom of the extension cord outlets as instructed. She then took the smaller lockbox and threaded the cord of the vibrator through the small hole before locking it in place.
She turned her attention back to the instructions:
- Strap the ball gag in and lock it in place with the small padlock labeled ‘G’.
She picked up the gag from the bed, that's a big ball she thought to herself as she looked at the large red ball of the gag. She moved her hair out of the way and secured the strap in place before feeling around for the buckle and clocking the small lock closed, setting the key down on the bed.
- Tape the key for the gag to your left hand. Use the glove to hold the tape in place, then secure the glove with one of the leather cuffs with the two locks labeled ‘LH’.
Mia picked up the medical tape again and placed the key on the sticky side of the tape. She secured the tape to her palm and proceeded to fit the glove over top, sliding her fingers into the fingers of the left glove. She took one of the leather cuffs and wrapped it around the wrist of the glove, pulling the straps snugly as she locked them in place with two more of the locks.
She looked at the next step of the instructions:
- Tape the keys for the left glove to your right hand repeating the same process you did for the left glove and cuff. Use the locks labeled ‘RH’ to secure the glove in place.
Mia followed the same process for her right hand as instructed, within a couple of minutes she had the keys secured within the right glove the same as her left one.
- Pick up the collar and tape the keys for the right glove to the inside of the collar. Lock it around your neck with the locks labeled ‘CC’.
Mia grabbed the collar from the bed, positioning the posture collar around her neck and having some trouble with the straps due to her gloved hands. She managed though and locked the collar in place as instructed with the two locks labeled for the collar. She was beginning to realize that getting free of the restraints would be a task in itself, the instructions would need to be followed in reverse order to free herself with the proper order of keys.She shrugged it off though, as it was part of the game and she knew that Alan had a knack for intricate ties and scenarios with her. They would often roleplay kidnap scenarios or some other idea Alan had dreamt up.
She snapped out of her daydream and continued with the instructions:
- Tape the keys for the collar to the sole of your left foot using more of the medical tape. Slide your legs into the stockings and don the left boot, using one of the ankle cuffs to lock it in place. Use the locks labeled ‘LF’ to do so.
She followed the instructions accordingly, first securing the keys to the sole of her left foot and wrapping the tape around to the top of her foot. She slid both of her legs into the stockings - to protect her skin from chafing on the leather. She then slid her foot into the left ballet boot, working the boot up to her thigh and proceeded to zip up the boot and tighten the laces. Once she was satisfied the boot fit snugly, she used one of the ankle cuffs to lock it in place with the two ‘LF’ locks.
- Tape the keys for the left boot to the sole of your right foot. Repeat step 7 for the right boot using locks labeled ‘RF’.
Mia repeated the process for the right boot, working it up to her thighs, zipping and lacing the boot in place before locking it with the other ankle cuff.She returned her attention to the instructions and the next step, the step she was most looking forward to was up next:
- Tape the keys for the right boot to the small of your back. Use the high-waisted underwear to hold the keys in place and secure the forced orgasm belt overtop using the locks labeled ‘BB’. Switch on the Hitachi once you’re locked in the belt. You may also notice the buckles on the vibrator harness are already locked, I wanted to make sure you didn’t get relief from the vibrator too easily ;) Where would be the fun in that? The keys for those buckles are safely with me, no worries. Once the vibrator is on, wrap a generous amount of tape over the switch, this will ensure you won’t accidentally turn it off during play. Make sure it’s secure.
Mia shook her head and chuckled under the gag. She had to commend Alan for his meticulousness with this game he had crafted for her. She picked up the underwear from the bed and with some effort managed to get her booted legs into the holes and slide the underwear up to her waist. She picked up the keys, already waiting on another strip of tape, and stuck them to the small of her back, ensuring the tape was pressed down firmly.
She picked up the belt and slid her legs through the holes, sliding it in place with the vibrator over her clit. The vibrator pressed right against her vagina and she knew she was in store for some powerful orgasms once she had switched the vibrator on. She worked as quickly as her gloved hands would allow to lock the belt in place. Sliding the first lock through the top strap and clicking it shut through the buckle. She gleefully took the second lock and threaded it through the other buckle and strap, satisfied that she was now locked in the belt. She reached down and switched the vibrator onto one of its middle settings, instantly letting the pleasure wash over her as it did its work. She picked up the tape and began to wrap what was left of the small roll over the wand of the Hitachi, ensuring the switch was covered under layers of tape.
She could already feel the first orgasm building as she glanced back at the instructions:
- Take the small chain and hook it to the D-rings of your ankle restraints.
Mia, with labored breathing, picked up the chain and began to hook it to her left boot. As she finished clipping it in place she screamed into the gag as the first orgasm took her. She briefly debated ending the game, but knew that even with the way she was locked now, it would be a tedious process to get all of the keys. I’m this far in, I should see it through! she resolved to herself. She finished with hooking the chain to the D-ring of her right boot and looked at the last step of the instructions:
- Use the large padlock to lock the handcuffs and the keys for your belt to the D-ring on your collar.
She could see the last remaining lock on the bed, she picked it up and threaded the keys for the belt through the hasp. Following up by threading the hasp through the chain of the handcuffs and locking it to the D-ring on her collar as instructed. Mia looked down at herself and how secure she was in all of the gear, another orgasm building inside her.
She knew she had to work quickly before she lost her nerve and worked her right wrist into one of the handcuffs, lining up the cuff so it was in between the straps of the leather cuff. With a few solid clicks, she had locked her right hand in. She sighed as a stream of drool escaped her gag and down onto her glove as she did the same with her left wrist. She hesitated, knowing that once she did this, she would be at the mercy of Alan’s game until she opened the envelope. With a few more clicks, she sealed her fate. She was stuck. And she loved it! The second orgasm was more intense than the first one, she moaned into the gag as she flopped down onto the bed.
After several more minutes of writhing around on the bed and testing her bonds, she knew she wouldn’t be getting out without the key for the cuffs. With her hands cuffed the way they were, she knew she wouldn’t be able to reach the keyhole of the lock on her collar. So, the only way out was to get the handcuffs off first and then go through the process of unlocking the gear to slowly get the rest of the keys.
Her eyes rolled into her head as another orgasm ripped through her, she started to hump the bed to try and increase the intensity of it.
She panted as the third orgasm stopped, Ok. That’s enough fun for now. She thought to herself as she eyed the envelope on the couch - on the other side of the suite. She playfully chided herself, Ugh, now I have to hobble over there, why didn’t I bring it with me? As she backed herself up off the bed, she heard her phone chime, and saw a reply from Alan.
She shuffled over to read the notification, “What box? I didn’t send you anything. Where are you?”
Her blood ran cold as she read his reply. If he didn’t send it to me, then who did? She asked herself. Questions began running through her mind: Did they leave me a key for the cuffs? Who sent the box? How did they get a hold of our bondage gear?
She hobbled over to the envelope as best as she could. Between the vibrator buzzing away and the short chain between her boots, progress was slow. She had to stop a few times to keep her balance and shake off the orgasm that was trying to fight its way through. She finally managed to reach the couch after what seemed like an eternity. With her cuffed hands she picked up the envelope and opened it as carefully as she could. She opened the letter inside and gasped as she realized who had done this to her:
Hey Slut,
I hope you’re comfortable…or should I say, as comfortable as someone in your position can be. You probably thought this weekend was going to be pure bliss. Funny how things can change so quickly.
By now, you’ve realized Alan didn’t send this package. I did. And I’m sure you’re wondering how I pulled this off. Let’s just say, when I found out you were screwing my husband, I had some time to plan - and I was thorough. Alan doesn’t even know you’re here, and believe me, he’s not coming to save you. As you know, he’s not due back from his trip overseas for weeks.
It’s funny, really. All this time, I thought I knew him, trusted him. But then I found out about you. You broke something between us, something I’ll never get back. But now? Now it’s your turn to lose something. Your control. Your comfort. Your dignity. Fair trade, don’t you think?
Enjoying your gear? I found the stash you and Alan had and decided I had to include it in my plans. I tested this little setup myself and trust me when I say, you won’t be getting out of it easily…if at all. Even with the keys for the handcuffs, it was a challenge, it took me hours to get out. But you? Let’s just say without those keys you’ll have a significantly harder time getting free. I “forgot” to include your handcuff keys when I sent the gear, silly me.
Now, I’m sure you’re thinking someone will find you. Maybe housekeeping? Maybe. But here’s the thing - when they do, who knows how long you’ll have been there, drooling like the slut you are. A pity you won’t get to enjoy the rest of your spa weekend, but I’d say this is a far more fitting ‘treatment’, don’t you think?
Oh, and about that combination lock on the extension cord - don’t get too excited about trying to crack it. Here’s how it works: you’ve got five attempts to guess the 6-digit code. If you get it wrong, the lock will trigger a 12-hour lockout, leaving you stuck waiting. And each time the lockout triggers, the combination will reset and grow by two digits. Lockout again, and it’ll grow even more. The lock can max out at 12 digits. Imagine how long it will take you then to guess the right one.
But don’t worry, I’m not totally heartless. I’ll send you a list of possible combinations on Monday. How many exactly? Well, that depends on how much you’re willing to do for them. I’ll be in touch with the details when the time comes.
One last thing: that tape holding all those precious keys and over the switch of the vibrator? It’s special. It’s a prototype medical tape my company has been working on. It’s resistant to sweat, wear, and, well, everything else. It’ll be days before it starts loosening…assuming you didn’t use too many layers, oops. But by then…who knows where you’ll be? Enjoy your stay, Mia. You’ve earned every second of it.
Sam
Mia stared at the letter in disbelief, her hands trembling. The initial excitement that had buzzed through her body earlier in the evening was long gone, replaced by an overwhelming sense of dread. Alan wasn’t behind this. Sam had orchestrated everything, and now she was completely and utterly trapped.
The vibrator hummed relentlessly between her legs, pushing her to the edge of yet another orgasm. Mia tried to focus, to think of a way out, but the stimulation made it hard to concentrate. Her mind swirled with panic, confusion, and exhaustion. Five attempts. That’s all she had.
Her eyes flicked to the combination lock on the extension cord. Sam’s taunting words echoed in her mind, reminding her that each failed attempt would push her away from freedom. The thought of the combination growing to twelve digits felt like a prison in itself. Twelve digits? I’ll never guess that!
She shifted on the couch, her wrists aching in the handcuffs that held them firmly to the collar around her neck. The tape on her palms felt tight, the keys uselessly out of reach underneath. Why had I trusted the instructions so blindly? There were so many red flags and she ignored all of them, thinking it was all part of the game.
Mia closed her eyes, trying to calm her breathing. She couldn’t waste any more time. She had to try, but fear gripped her - what if she got the combination wrong? She only had five attempts before she was locked out for twelve hours, left to endure the torturous vibrations with no hope of reprieve. She had already used one of her tries earlier when testing to see if the one-time code would work again. She was inwardly kicking herself at wasting one of her attempts, if only she’d known then the trap she was falling into.
She struggled to think of what the combination could be. Something Sam would use? Something connected to Alan? The numbers blurred in her mind as another wave of pleasure surged through her, leaving her gasping through the gag. She had to try.
Mia twisted her body as much as she could, stretching her fingers toward the lock. Her hands were shaking, and the vinyl gloves made it hard to feel the buttons properly but she pushed through the discomfort. She entered Alan’s birthday, then pressed the unlock icon on the face of the lock. Beep. Incorrect.
Her heart sank. Three more tries.
She tried again - this time using their anniversary. Beep. Incorrect.
The vibrator buzzed louder in her mind, the pleasure becoming unbearable. She wanted to scream, to beg for it to stop, but her gag allowed only muffled cries. Two tries left.
Mia closed her eyes, tears welling up in frustration. She had no idea what Sam would use as the code. Would it be personal to her and Alan, or was it something cruelly random? She tried to focus, thinking back to anything Sam might have left in her letter as a clue, but her mind was too overwhelmed. She settled on Sam’s birthday, just maybe. Beep. Incorrect.
One try left.
She was losing hope. Her body shook as another orgasm crashed through her, leaving her gasping and helpless. One last attempt. Mia stared at the lock, feeling utterly defeated. She entered a final code, something random - 123456.
Three beeps signaled that she had triggered the lockout. The white LED lit numbers turning an ominous red signifying their locked out state.
Mia grunted in frustration and said, “Nmmm I’m fncked!” Through her gag.
She knew that she would have to endure twelve more hours of relentless orgasms now and the next time she wanted to try opening the lock - the combination would be longer. Sam had won. The vibrator buzzed on, and she collapsed back onto the couch, her body wracked with exhaustion and frustration.
She heard a ding from her phone - another text notification. Maybe it was Alan again, she had to see if he said something new. Mia stood up from the couch and stepped carefully in the boots, trying to maintain her balance. She grabbed onto whatever she could reach with her cuffed hands, needing to lean over to balance herself on whatever she could find as she walked. Two more orgasms hit her as she slowly made her way over to the bed to check her phone.
The text notification was on the screen, and while the number wasn’t in her phone, she knew who the text was from: “Hi Mia, the lock’s app on my phone tells me that you’ve triggered the lockout. I hope you’re enjoying yourself-because I know I am. Rest up, slut. You’ll need your energy for this weekend. I’ll be in touch.”
Mia’s eyes burned with tears as she read the message. There was no escape now.
The buzzing continued, relentless, as the night wore on.