Part 2
Mia watched the sun rise through the suite’s bedroom window, the pale light filtering through the curtains, painting soft gold stripes across the room. She was exhausted. The buzzing between her legs had kept her up all night, and her head ached from the continuous, overwhelming noise.
She had lost track of the number of orgasms she had endured—was it fifty-six, or fifty-nine? Or something even higher? She didn’t remember anymore. The pleasure had turned to pain, and now even pain felt dull and empty. She just wanted it to stop, for her body to stop betraying her, to have a moment of peace.
Her muscles spasmed, her thighs jerking against the straps holding them in place. Each movement only caused the vibrator to shift slightly, pressing against a new spot, and soon enough, another orgasm built within her, unbidden and unwanted. Mia let out a guttural moan, her head tipping back as her eyes filled with tears. It was a cruel trap, and she knew it was exactly what Sam wanted—to keep her fighting, and desperate, knowing that each attempt to break free only brought more torment.
Mia’s vision blurred as she stared at the window. Beyond the glass, there was a free world, a world that was going on without her. People were waking up, starting their day, while she lay there, helpless, bound, and gagged, forced to endure the relentless cycle of forced pleasure. She blinked, trying to clear her eyes, but the tears just kept coming, hot and thick, until she couldn’t see anything at all.
A click from the main room caused Mia to snap out of her daze; her heart raced as she heard a door open. Who is it? It’s way too early for housekeeping! Her mind raced as she listened intently over the buzzing of the vibrator, trying to hear the footsteps of whoever was approaching the suite’s bedroom.
Within moments, she saw who it was as they came into view–Sam. Her short, dark hair was done in a bob. She viewed Mia with her big brown eyes and grinned from ear to ear as she looked Mia over.
“I see my little trap worked perfectly. Comfy over there?”
Sam’s voice was teasing, light, as if she were speaking to an old friend. The cruelty behind the words was unmistakable, and it made Mia’s entire body tense.
Mia’s heart continued to pound, between the relentless onslaught between her legs and the appearance of Sam, she was desperate to escape. She eyed the lock, seeing if it was still in lockdown.
Sam followed Mia’s gaze, her smile widening. “Not a good idea,” she said, a mocking lilt in her voice. “There’s a sixty percent chance you’ll restart the lockout timer if you try a combination while it’s in lockout mode.” Her eyes narrowed, enjoying the look of desperation on Mia's face.
She continued, basking in Mia’s desperation, “Not only that, there’s an eighty percent chance you’ll add to the timer for your attempt. Two hours each time.” She continued to tease, “If you’re unlucky, you’ll be stuck for a whopping fourteen additional hours as the timer resets and adds to your time. Did you want to take the risk?”
Mia shook her head, What kind of nightmare is this?
She continued her teasing, “You know, I made the combination easy for you. It was the last two numbers of each of our birth years. I thought even a dumb slut like you would be able to figure it out.” She shrugged, “Guess I was wrong. Now you’re stuck with something random, and with eight digits, there are one hundred million possible combinations.”
Sam stepped closer, her fingers brushing over Mia’s cheek, wiping away a tear that had slipped down. “But don’t worry, Mia. I’ve come to help. Just for a little while.”
Mia’s eyes widened, and she let out a muffled whimper, her body straining against the restraints. Sam crouched beside the bed, her eyes meeting Mia’s. “You see, I don’t want you passing out on me, not just yet. Where’s the fun in that?”
With deliberate slowness, Sam reached for her phone, her fingers deftly inputting the password into the lock’s app. She chuckled, “Wow, looks like you’ve got almost four hours left in the lockout. I guess you’ll have to eat breakfast while the wand continues to buzz away.”
Sam produced a small key, a water bottle and a granola bar from her purse. She moved around behind Mia and unlocked the gag, setting the ball gag down on the bedside table.
Mia moved her jaw around, taking in the temporary relief from the gag. She tried pleading with Sam, “Please, Sam. This is insane, just let me go! You have my word, I’ll break up with Alan, and neither of you will ever see me again. Just please stop the vibrator and get me out of the gear.” The tears were streaming down her face as she concluded her plea.
Sam chuckled and shook her head, “I think we both know that I can’t just release you, Mia. Besides, the only keys I have are for your gag and your handcuffs, and that one is out in my car, safely out of your reach. The rest of the keys? Well, you so diligently taped those in place throughout your gear.”
Sam continued, “You are right about one thing, though, Alan will never see you again. My lawyer will be serving some divorce papers at his office on Monday. I’m sure they’ll also send him a digital copy that he can read overseas. As for you? Well, let’s say you and I are going to get better acquainted.”
Mia went wide-eyed, “What does that mean?”
Sam smiled a knowing smile and said, “All in good time. For now, we need to make sure you’re fed and hydrated.”
She lifted the water bottle to Mia’s mouth, letting her gulp down as much as she wanted. Next, she opened the granola bar, and the sound of the crinkling wrapper filled the bedroom as she did. She brought it up to Mia’s mouth and let her chew it, bit by bit. Chewing was a struggle for Mia; her jaw ached from having the large ball gag in all night.
Sam cooed, “I’m sure you’re curious how I even got in here.”
Mia nodded slightly, her neck restricted by the collar, “I was wondering that, yeah.”
Sam’s knowing smile returned, “Adjoining rooms. Both your room and mine are in my name. I included you on my reservation at the hotel and spa as a guest so you’d be able to access both.”
She mused, “Seems your relaxing weekend is over though.” She continued, “Speaking of which, I have a delicious breakfast waiting for me downstairs, and then I’m off to the spa for a few hours.”
She got up from the bed and brought the gag to Mia’s mouth, “Any last words before you’re silenced again?”
Mia asked, “Can I use the washroom? I haven’t gone since last night before getting locked into all of this.”
Sam smiled, “You won’t be able to get to the washroom in your current state. But don’t worry, I’ve thought of that too.” She popped the gag back into Mia’s mouth, clicking the lock and sealing her fate of continued silence.
Sam disappeared from the bedroom, and Mia heard the door to the adjoining room open and then close again as Sam returned a moment later. This time, she had a bucket in hand and set it down beside the bed.
She teased, “Do try to do your business in the bucket. I don’t want to rack up charges on the room deposit. I’ll already have to pay for those holes you drilled into the wall.”
“Oh, which reminds me!” Sam walked over to the drill and retrieved it. She waved it in front of Mia’s face and added, “Just in case you had any ideas about trying to remove the screws from the plug’s lockbox, I’ll be taking this with me.”
Mia’s frustration boiled inside her, Ugh!! Why didn’t I try that? She was kicking herself for not attempting. The relentless buzzing distracted her from much else, just as Sam had planned.
Sam eyed the instructions on the bed, picking them up with a sly grin, “I hope you memorized the order for the keys because I’m shredding the instructions once I get back to my room.”
Mia was shaking her head furiously, another fearful whimper escaping her gag. How am I supposed to get out of the gear without knowing the correct order?!
Just then, another orgasm hit her, and she let out another guttural moan as her eyes rolled back into her head. But instead of pleasure, Mia’s muscles ached, and every ounce of her was in pain from the relentless onslaught between her legs.
Sam laughed, “Oh, perfect. All those orgasms must be painful by now.” She shrugged, “But at least they’ll keep you busy while I’m gone.”
With a mocking wave, she said, “Have fun, Mia. I’ll see you when I’m done with my relaxing morning.”
Mia thrashed around, hoping that something would give in Sam’s setup, but it was futile. She sobbed, knowing she was completely at Sam's mercy.
Downstairs, Sam stopped at the front desk, with Mia’s credit card in hand, she asked the staff to switch the room charges to it. She told them, “My guest has graciously offered for us to use her card for the room and spa. Can you change it over to hers, please?” The team were happy to change the cards, and Sam continued to the restaurant. She was seated and made her breakfast order - a yogurt parfait and a fruit smoothie. Both were exquisite, and the hotel's restaurant lived up to its Michelin star reputation.
Satisfied with breakfast, she put the charges to the room - and Mia’s credit card.
Sam headed to the spa for her treatment package. The spa attendant gave her a puzzled look, “We have two names down for the reservation. Will your guest not be joining us?”
Sam quipped, “Oh, she’s a little tied up today. She won’t be joining us; there was a work matter.”
The attendant gave a slight frown, “I see, that’s a shame.” Her frown quickly turned to a smile again, “More attention for you, I suppose!”
Sam followed the attendant into the spa and began her relaxing morning.
Meanwhile, Mia was helpless to stop another onslaught of orgasms; she sobbed into the gag as the next one started. The pleasure had converted to pain hours ago; each one would cause her muscles to painfully contract and tense. The worst part was that she couldn’t stop them. With the vibrator on the max setting, she had no choice but to orgasm.
In desperation, Mia tried screaming for help through her gag, but it was futile. The big ball muffled most of the sound, and Mia could barely hear herself over the noise of her vibrator. When she bought it, she thought it would add to their bondage games, making sure to buy a noisy model. Figuring the sound would be a reminder of its presence and turn her on. Now, she was regretting purchasing such a loud model.
In the hallway, the distant voices of guests and vacuum cleaners mixed with the buzzing in her ears. Mia knew she would need a miracle for anyone to hear her. I have to try. She thought. Sam won’t release me, so I have to try and get help. She groaned as she stood up from the bed. Her feet and toes were aching from being in the ballet boots for hours. She hobbled her way to the door of the suite, but was stopped short by the extension cord. She grunted in frustration; the damn cord was acting as a leash!
The cord had stopped her several feet from the door; she gave it a few tugs with her hips, but everything held firm. She took a breath and yelled as loud as she could through the gag, hoping that someone in the hallway would hear her. She knew that, between the cacophony of noise from the buzzing and vacuum cleaners, it was a long shot. Now, she just had to wait and hope someone heard something.
Sam sighed as she settled into the hammock. The plush robe she had rented felt like a warm hug as she shifted and got comfortable. As she closed her eyes, a server walked over with a tray and asked, “Champagne and strawberries, ma’am?” Sam smiled, “That sounds decadent. Are they an upcharge?” The server nodded, “A modest one, but yes.”
Sam waved it off, “Not to worry, just add it to my card, please.” The server smiled, “Of course, ma’am.” Setting down the tray for Sam to enjoy the champagne and chocolate-covered strawberries.
She grinned as she took a sip of the champagne, the cost being no concern to her since everything was being put on Mia’s card. She looked around slyly and thought, I wonder what else I should upcharge to the slut’s card.
She reached into a pocket of the plush robe and pulled out her phone to check the time, “Hmm, two hours left in the lockdown.” She mused, tucking it back into the robe as she settled into the hammock. She ate one of the strawberries and took another sip of champagne before closing her eyes and drifting off to the relaxing music playing in her private treatment room.
Mia tried yelling for several more minutes. Eventually, she grunted in frustration as she realized that no one could hear her; she was alone, at the mercy of that woman. She carefully hobbled her way back to the bed and sat herself down. She closed her eyes and tried to turn her mind off, but the relentless buzzing was ever-present. She was exhausted; she had been awake for almost thirty hours now. She feared that she wouldn’t be able to sleep until Sam turned the vibrator off. She could feel another orgasm building and begged herself, No, please, not again. She tried her best to stop the inevitable by clenching her thighs, but her muscles spasmed painfully as another orgasm hit her. This time, she screamed into the gag.
Pain eclipsed pleasure now—her thighs seized, her hips jerked uncontrollably, each contraction feeling like it might tear her apart. She thrashed, desperate to shake the cuffs loose from her collar, praying the D-ring would snap. But the restraints held. The steel mocked her effort, unyielding. Her struggling only shifted the wand lower against swollen, hypersensitive flesh, pressing at a new angle. A fresh tremor spread through her, unbidden, heralding the next orgasm already rising.
Mia sobbed behind the gag, shaking her head furiously. There was no mercy, no pause, only the relentless machine and her own body conspiring to grind her down.
As the tears streamed down her face, regret coiled tighter in her chest. If she hadn’t wrecked Alan’s marriage, she wouldn’t be here. In the haze of exhaustion, she almost believed Sam was right—that she deserved this. Her muscles spasmed again, and the next orgasm rose, cruel and unstoppable. Mia screamed into the gag, her voice already hoarse, her thoughts dissolving into static.
Darkness took her vision as her body quaked and slumped against the mattress. Whether it was sleep or delirium, she no longer knew.
Sam stretched out in her private hammock at the spa, sipping the last of her champagne. The music was soft, the air thick with the scent of lavender oil. She glanced at her phone. Lockout complete.
“Well,” she murmured, slipping her robe tighter around her shoulders. “Time to go rescue my little project.”
When she re-entered the suite an hour later, the smell of sex and sweat hung heavy in the air. Mia was a trembling mess on the bed, gagged, eyes wild behind tears and exhaustion. Sam walked in like a hostess returning to check on a guest.
“Lockout’s over,” she said lightly, kneeling beside the bed. “Would you like some relief? A few hours of rest?” Her voice dipped, amused, as she brushed her fingers over the collar.
“Of course,” she whispered, smiling as Mia whimpered at her touch, “it’ll cost you.”
She set a large paper bag down on the floor. The spa’s logo was emblazoned on the side. “By the way, I treated myself to some of the spa’s beauty products…your treat, of course. I switched payments over to your card.”
Sam paused and asked again, “Now, would you like a break?”
Mia eagerly nodded her head. She didn’t care about the cost at this point; she just wanted sleep.
Sam chuckled and mused, “Very well, slut. I’ll let you get some sleep, but first I need a couple more things before I allow you to rest.”
Sam disappeared through the bedroom door and Mia heard the distant opening and closing of a door as Sam returned to her suite. She returned a few minutes later with a leather blindfold and another roll of the prototype tape.
She set them down beside Mia and reached around to unlock the gag, a stream of drool hanging off as she unbuckled it from Mia’s mouth. Mia immediately began to beg, “Please, Sam! I’ve learned my lesson! I promise if you let me leave right now, I won’t breathe a word of this to anyone. Alan, the police, anyone, I promise. I’m sorry I ruined your marriage, just please let me out of this!”
Sam reached for the bottle of water on the bedside table, “You’ll learn your lesson when I say you’ve learned it, Mia. For now, I’m calling the shots and you’d do well to remember that.” She tipped the bottle up for Mia to drink, who sobbed between gulps, aware that her pleas had fallen on deaf ears.
Sam reached for the gag and asked, “Anything else before I silence you again?”
Mia looked down at the bed, tears running down her face, “I’m sorry.” She whispered as Sam slid the gag back into place and relocked it.
Sam patted her cheek almost tenderly. “Good girl. Now, about those hands. Can’t have you fiddling with anything while you nap.” She picked up the roll of prototype tape and began winding it tightly over Mia’s gloves, layer after layer, pressing her fingers flat until her hands were reduced to stiff, rounded stumps. “There we are,” Sam cooed. “Fingers tucked away securely. No more wayward attempts at the lock. You’ll sleep much better knowing your hands can’t get you into trouble. I do love watching you try the codes, though.”
Sam tapped the leather blindfold with one nail, “This comes next, darling. When I decide you’ve earned it.”
Sam looked into Mia’s eyes and said, “I know that you’re sorry, but sorry isn’t freedom. It’s the start of obedience.”
Sam pulled out her phone and, with deliberate slowness, snapped a few photos. Mia moaned into the gag and tried to twist away, but the flash caught her anyway - sweaty, tear-stained, gag drool on her chin. Sam grinned.
“Perfect. Motivation, darling. One copy for me…one I might send to Alan if I get bored.”
Finally, Sam scribbled 9 digits on a folded piece of paper and tucked it into Mia’s underwear, “Your lucky day, I’ll give you the master code for the lock; use it wisely.” She teased, “If you can, that is.” Tapping on one of Mia’s taped fists.
She tilted her head, “Or maybe I’m lying and you’ll burn through one of your attempts. But that’s the gamble, isn’t it?”
Sam slid the blindfold snugly into place, the lock clicking shut at the back of Mia’s head. Mia’s world fell into suffocating darkness.
A strange smell tickled her nose a moment later—sharp, chemical, something like hospital wipes. She stiffened, unsure what Sam was doing, the odour of ethanol lingering in the air. She groaned into the gag, but Sam gave no explanation.
Sam was calmly rubbing a cloth soaked in alcohol over each lock, wiping away the neat painted labels Mia had carefully followed. One by one, the tidy system of “LH,” “RF,” “BB” vanished into blank metal. Sam smiled faintly at the thought of Mia, blindfold off later, staring in confusion at a tangle of anonymous locks.
For good measure, Sam picked up a new 6-digit combination lock from her bag. She threaded it through the hasp of the original padlock holding the key for the belt to Mia’s collar, then snapped it shut with a crisp clack. Now the key was trapped behind not one, but two layers of security. To even reach it, and begin unlocking her restraints, Mia would first have to solve the code.
Sam brushed her hands together, satisfied. “Perfect.” She gave Mia’s cheek a soft pat, as if rewarding her for obedience.
Mia whimpered beneath the blindfold. She had no idea what Sam had just done, only that the silence and darkness pressed down on her like a weight.
“Two hours,” Sam whispered. “Sleep tight, slut. You’ll need every ounce of strength for what comes next.”