Room on the third floor

I check into the hotel at about 3pm, it’s been a long journey and I’m glad to finally be there. The girl hands me two key cards and I head to my room on the third floor.

The room is nice, nothing too fancy but it has everything I need. I start the bath running and pour some of the complimentary bubble bath into it. The window looks out onto the car park but I leave it open as I peel off my clothes and dump them in the laundry bag in my small suitcase.

The bath feels wonderful, I soak in it for a while and then use a sponge to clean every nook and cranny. I let some water out of the bath and then lather shaving cream over my legs. The new razor blade makes short work of the hair on my legs and arm pits, no need to do my pubic area, it’s been free of hair for years.

I have a quick shower to wash off the bath water and then put on a bath robe while I drip dry. While I’m drying I use the free stationary to write my room number on a piece of paper and then seal it in an envelope with one of my room key cards. On the front I write their name.

I throw on some jeans and a top and then dry my hair before heading out. I leave the envelope at reception and then find a supermarket to buy some supplies before heading back to my room.

The time is drawing near so I start to get ready. I lay the marker pens, the drawing pins, the plastic rulers and the vegetables on the desk along with the cuff key.

Then I strip off, placing my clothes in my suitcase and then pushing it under the bed out of the way. As I close the curtain I see someone glance up at my window, it’s dark outside now and my light is on, they probably got an eye full.

I pick up the four pairs of handcuffs and kneel on the floor facing the door about four metres away from it. I spread my knees to so they are 90 degrees apart and then reach behind my ass and attach my ankles together with the first set of cuffs.

The second set gets one side attached to my left ankle and the third set gets attached to my right ankle. After I attach one side of the final set to my wrist I pick up the blindfold and put it on, I am immediately cast into total darkness.

I fumble behind me to get the cuffs sorted, the one on the left ankle gets locked around my left wrist and then the one on my right ankle goes to my right wrist. Finally the cuff hanging from my wrist goes to my other wrist and the rather sever hand cuff hog tie is complete. So now I wait.

The anticipation is almost unbearable and I can feel the moisture on my pussy. Finally I hear footsteps outside the door, they stop and the key card slides on and out of the lock, then the handle goes down and the door opens……………..

This is how so many of my dreams begin, literally I have at least one dream a night that begins like this. Various things happen after the door opens but the start is always very similar to what I describe above. What does it all mean?! And armature psychologists want to have a go at analysing it?

At some point soon, I’m going to fulfil this little fantasy, just so I can have a different dream!!

16 thoughts on “Room on the third floor

  1. Hi Lo. When you decide to do this dream will you invite me as one if the silent rapists? Will there be some pain for you or just the raping? Occurring dream should really be played out don’t you think? X

  2. I’m usually cuffed spread-eagled on the motel bed (and gagged) to start in my dreams, but other than that, we seem to suffer from a remarkably similar psychological disorder. πŸ™‚

  3. Oddly I haven’t had a fantasy start this way since posting this blog. I’m kind of missing it! Did posting it on here remove it from my brain?

    Lo xx

    1. Fat chance. These things come and go in terms of how “up” they are at any time, but they’re *always there…waiting… πŸ™‚

  4. My fantasies generally start about ten minutes before that … As the man looking up at the room of the girl.

    Hunting down where she is and the adrenaline rush of finding her as the door clicks….

      1. Indeed, I think perhaps adding a private ad somewhere setting a location or just having someone else arrange the invites would be best.

        Room booked for the weekend with a constant flow of visitors…

        Mmm now I’m just spitballing…

  5. Great story Hun I think you should live this fantasy and if you would like a cruel master to walk through that door and fulfill that fantasy just contact me πŸ˜‰ x

  6. It is in every submissive to be as you are in your dream, naked, your senses heightened, your body restrained and helpless while you wait in excited anticipation of what is to come….

    The possibilities are endless, and so it is the perfect starting point for any fantasy/reality your wish. Of course, you do not wish to KNOW that is about to happen, as it is the unknown that really gets your juices flowing, that and knowing that you have no control, and are at the whim of another……

    Now that you have mentioned this dream, you have exercised control over it, so for a while it will not pull at you, but in very short order, you will be drawn to it again, for you are what you are, and The Pull will always exist to be Owned…

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