It's Not Supposed To Be Like This - Part 4

** Read the hotel fantasy story first to get an idea of how
this was supposed to go. Things dont always go as planned**


Another full week passed before Sarah heard from Robert again. She had emailed
him several times to let him know that she wasnt really mad, but at the same
time, not really happy. She didnt receive a reply but she didnt really expect
one. They were more for her benefit and her own peace of mind. She had been
able to live out some of her darkest fantasies, but not on her own terms.
She found herself often drifting off into daydream after daydream and was
unable to concentrate on anything work related. It was a lot like the Kim
Bassinger character near the end in 9 1/2 weeks. Of course that character ended
up having a complete breakdown in the end. Sarah felt this might be her
ultimate path as well.

The email showed up and as was the pattern as before, it was simply a link to a
few pictures. Both of her dressed as a streetwalker, looking like she was
propositioning someone through the car window. There were also several others
of her walking down Broad Street. She looked hot, yet she looked like a total
whore. Anyone who saw the pictures would think nothing else. There would be
no way for whoever saw the pictures to realize that she had been forced
and tricked to be in that position. This, combined wiht the other pictures
of her in various states of being covered in cum along with the license would
be easy enough for anyone to put together a really bad idea regarding her.

She often wondered how it would end. Where it would go. Things never last
forever. Especially things like this. After all, he said he was married.
There would have to be a point when he couldnt meet her anymore. There
would also come a point where she would totally snap and just say no more.
Though, she wasnt sure which would come first. But she knew it would end. All
things end. She just hoped that it didnt end badly as most relationships
often do. Especially in this case since he had some pretty provocative
pictures of her that she would never want showing up anywhere else. Plus, she
a part of her was really falling for him.

She emailed Robert. She expressed her concerns. They used to email a lot.
Long detailed emails. Each with their thoughts, desires, fantasies. Now
it was a string of one line emails from him followed soon by an evening
of chaos. The email was detailed and rambled. She said a lot and at times
said nothing. It was just stuff that she needed to get off her chest. She had
hoped to receive a similar reply, something detailed, something long.
She wanted to know what he was thinking. Where he thought things would go.
She also wanted a peek into what might be in store down the road so that
she could prepare better. Even though he had not yet lied to her once, he was
constantly able to trick her and get her into positions that she didnt expect.
Worst of all, the things he was tricking her to do were the very things she
had emailed him about months earlier as "possible fantasies". She just never
expected they would occur like this.

The detailed email didnt come. Instead, it was another one liner:

'Monday. Same place. 4 pm'.

That was it. No details on what to bring or what to wear. What if she showed
up without the bondage stuff? Or without the outfit that he wanted? Maybe she
would do that, just to see what he'd do then. Though, what would be the point?
Maybe they could finally have a night of just him and her enjoying each other.
Something she wanted from the beginning. Though she loved the idea of being
restrained and how excited it made him. This made her excited just knowing it.
She decided she'd bring the bondage stuff and a couple of outfits.

Monday rolled around and again time seemed to drag as the day wore on. Sarah
got nothing done at work as was becomming commonplace. She couldnt wait and
almost went over there earlier than 4 just to wait for Robert. But she chose
not to. She didnt want to anger him or give any reason to punish her. She'd do
what he wanted but as always, would be on her guard and try to not get
outsmarted one more time.

At 4 she was at the desk once again. It was the same person working
there. He looked up and noticed and before anything could be said replied,
"Letter for Brian. Here you go". Brian sort of blushed, not sure what to say.
A simple "thanks" was all that he was able to get out.

It was no big deal. He was reading too much into it. It just happened that
he had been here several times in the past few weeks picking up the same
letter. Nothing more. Though Sarah wondered, "What if this guy saw her outside?
There has to be a chance of that. What if there are hidden cameras in the hallway
and he saw her there? Wouldnt he know 'he' was a 'she'?" The thought didnt linger
as Sarah opened the envelope and pulled out the room key and the piece of
paper. '444' was on the paper. "Hmmmmm....same as last time. What a coincidence",
thought Sarah as she went back to move her car to the back of the hotel.

Walking into the room, Sarah noticed something hanging on the back of the
closet mirror as she entered. Flipping on the room light she saw that was a
schoolgirl outfit right out of a Britney Spears video. This brought a giggle
to Sarah. In the past she had different pieces of a schoolgirl outfit from the
skirt to the blouse to the white knee socks, but never really wore them all
at once. Since it was the fantasy of most men, she thought that it'd be a good
idea to have the outfit just in case. It also donned on her that this was the 3rd
gift Robert had given her already. It also occured to her that she hadnt gotten
anything for him yet. She sort of pondered this last thought wondering if perhaps
she should get him a gift. She snapped back to reality when thinking about the
stranger in the room and the guy on the street while she was forced to streetwalk.
"I guess those were gifts for him since he seemed to enjoy that so damn much", she
thought.

She tossed the bags of bondage stuff on the bed along with the outfits she had
brought. Eagerly she opened the letter that was on top of the tv. She also noticed
a small box next to the letter. She thought about opening that first, but figured
the letter would be more fun.

"Hello again my sweet slave. Thanks for coming out. As you've probably seen
by now, I've picked your outfit for the evening and its hanging on the back
of the door. I want you to wear that so you can have the innocence of a schoolgirl,
yet I want you to wear the 6" heels and heavy makeup so you can have also have
the slutty look. For tonight, you're a schoolgirl who's failing her senior year
and you're going over to your teachers house to try to bribe him into giving
you a better grade."

Upon reading this last line Sarah got a little scared. She didnt really want to
go anywhere, much less over to someones house. She had been tricked so many
times she was reading between all the lines, trying to see a hidden message or
where Robert was tricking her. He had never lied, so she could take what was
being written as fact for the most part.

"Also, you'll notice a small box next to the letter. In it you will find a PES
buttplug. Its not a typical buttplug, but an remote control one that does both
vibration and electrical shocks. Its the exact one you told me about that you saw
in the insex.com video."

Sarah flashed back to that video at that moment and how the girl was hogtied
with this plug deep inside her. It gave off anywhere from tiny to extreme shocks
and the girl was thrashing out of control at either the pleasure or the pain.
Sarah wasnt sure of which. She had commented to Robert about how one day she'd
love to try something like that just to find out which it was. She noted at
how much he paid attention to everything she had ever written. She started to think
back to other things she may have written that he might one day pull out of his hat
and use on her.

"I want you to insert this plug deep into your ass. I want you wearing a tight
crotchrope as well as the tight, black spandex panties. I also want you to wear the
black bra under the white blouse to add to the slutty look since you definately
want to get an 'A' in this class. Make sure you put your hair in pigtails using
the ribbons."

Sarah hadnt even noticed the ribbons.

"Once you get all dressed and made up, again, stop and notice yourself in the
full length mirror. I know how much you love doing that. I want you to tie
yourself like the hotel fantasy story with the belt, the handcuffs (use the real
ones and put the keys on your collar), and also you can tie your legs since
you wont need to be answering the door. Make sure you have the ballgag strapped
nice and tight as well."

Sarah felt herself getting quite aroused at just reading these words and picturing
the image in her mind.

"Try to be ready by 6. HUGS. Robert."

Sarah went back and read the note word for word again. She tried to find something
in there she might have missed. Any trick on words. Something Robert could do that
wasnt in there where he could say he didnt lie. It didnt look too bad. Sarah would
love being a naughty schoolgirl and trying to 'earn' her A. Especially if it meant
sucking Robert and bringing him pleasure.

She went over and took the outfit off its hanger and held it up against
her. It was the classic schoolgirl outfit. Short, pleated, plaid skirt.
White frilly blouse. White nylon knee socks. And two pink ribbons. She tried
to surpress a giggle, though she had some reservations because every encounter
had gone complete opposite from what she had expected and she didnt have any
reason to believe that this would be any different.

She took the buttplug out of the box and looked at it. The one she had seen
had a remote control that was used to control the vibration or the electric
pulse. That was nowhere to be seen and she assumed Robert must've had that.
She wasnt sure how it would feel or even if she'd like it. What if she had it
in her and she hated it? Would she be able to tell him? Would he stop?

She pressed the plug up against her ass and it slid in easily. She wasnt
sure if she should put the crotchrope on next or the panties. The note didnt
say. She sat for a moment and tried to figure out if she liked the feeling.
She really couldnt feel anything so she wasnt sure.

Sarah decided on the panties next. The tight spandex ones worked well for
when she wanted to hide her "surprise" when she was out in public. They were
very tight and made her look quite smooth. She thought it was odd that Robert
would request these since it prevented any access to her penis. Especially
after how intense the ride back from downtown was last time with Roberts hand
on her. "Well, he's in charge. As always. I guess he knows what he's doing".
She put the crotchrope on next. She pulled it tight and felt the plug dig a bit
deeper into her. The rope was not nearly as tight as when Robert and the stranger
put one on her a few weeks back, but it would do. The plug wasnt coming out
no matter how much Sarah might want it to.

The outfit fit perfectly. Robert really knew how to buy for her. From what
she liked to her exact size. Just one more thing she liked about him. Though
there were many things she didnt like and she couldnt decide if they were evened
out yet or not.

Next came the ribbons as Sarah put her hair into two pigtails. She smiled
and bobbed her head back and forth and took delight in watching the hair
bob with her. She sort of liked the feeling of the weight of the hair moving
with her head.

She did her makeup extra heavy, just the way Robert liked. Then she put on the collar
and the 6" heels.  Stopping in front of the mirror to check out her reflection,
Sarah saw herself with her blonde hair in pigtails, huge hoop earrings, dark black
mascara and eyeliner along with dark eyeshadow, heavy blush and deep red lips.
Once again, the hooker image came into Sarahs head. She saw the rest of herself with the
poofy white blouse showing off her curves slightly, the black bra evident through the
blouse and the mid-knee length plaid skirt. The white knee socks came up just
past her knees and the black 6" heels just looked so out of place.

"I dont know", pondered Sarah to her reflection. She wanted to look perfect for
Robert and she wasnt sure what was wrong. She was dressed exactly as he wanted.

"Oh well, this will do", though Sarah was still unsure as to what was wrong.
Maybe it was her instinct warning her. Maybe she was just paranoid. She did look
quite slutty and right out of a fetish magazine.

It was 5:30 and she had 1/2 hour to finish getting ready. She wished she had the
remote to the buttplug so she could try it out. If she didnt like it, she laughed that
she could hide it somewhere and not tell him. Then if he turned on it, he wouldnt
know that it wasnt deep inside her. For some reason this thought cheered her up
and brought her back to the moment.

She got the cuffs, gag, belt and ropes ready. She hooked the handcuff key onto the
front D-ring on her collar as she had done many times before.  She put the ballgag in,
pulling the strap tight behind her head. She really wanted to not drool this time.
For some reason that always got on her nerves even though she knew some people
found it sexy.Another glance at the clock showed 5:50. She was able to put
herself into some elaborate bondage in record time in the past. This was simple.
It wouldnt take but a minute. Even with her tying her own legs and feet.

She tied them extra tied, cinching the ropes tightly. The ankles as well as above
and below the knees. Her legs were one. She could slightly feel the buttplug deep
inside her as she leaned down and sat on her tied feet. The crotchrope was there
but wasnt causing too much discomfort. She looped the belt and ran her arms through
it behind her back. Pulling her hands around to the front she hooked one handcuff
on her left wrist and held the other one in her right. She glanced at the clock
again. 5:59. Robert was never early. She knew he wouldnt want to be. It was better
for him to make sure she was done being tied. And he probably loved the idea of her
waiting for him, helpless.

The clock clicked over to 6:00 and the other cuff clicked onto Sarahs right wrist.
She was once again helpless.

As was always the case when she tied herself, her mind thought of the possibilities
for escape. When she did self bondage, she always was able to get free. Even on the times
when something went wrong, she could get out. She could never tie herself tight
enough. This was part of what lead her to search online for someone.

Though this was different. She was in selfbondage and couldnt get free. When she
had tied herself in the closet, she thought she might be able to break the
clothes bar if she had to. She wasnt sure, but she kept that in her mind to calm
her fears. In this case, there was nothing to break. She couldnt break the cuffs.
She couldnt break the belt on her elbows. She wouldnt be able to reach the key on her
collar with her hands cuffed the way they were. She really was helpless. And she
wasnt sure if she liked that feeling of no way out. No plan. Her mind raced with some
of the ideas. "I could stand up and hop over and catch the collar on something
and have it break. Then the keys would drop. Though hopping in 6" heels with tied
legs might not be too safe...." this was followed with  "..and what am I worried about?
Robert will be here. He wouldnt leave me here....." and then "..though what if
something happens? What if he has an accident? What if his wife wouldnt let him
out? How would he contact me???"

Her mind was all over the place. She tried to take a deep breath and just calm down.
After several breaths, she noticed the clock: 6:30.

"Where the hell is he???" she angrily thought. "Did I read the note wrong? Did he
say 7?" She twisted her head to see if she could see the note from where she
was. It was back on top of the tv and she was unsure if she wanted to try to get
up and go look at it.

Suddenly she heard a key in the door.

"About damn time", thought Sarah as she batted her eyes and prepared to give
Robert her ultra-sexy look.

Suddenly in walked.....

A complete stranger.

"MMmpphhhh????" was Sarah's initial question. Followed quickly by, "mmmmmhhh vvvmmm
mmmlllll mmrrrrr mmuuuuuu????"

Sarah struggled with the cuffs and pulled as hard as she could. They didnt budge.

She looked again at the stranger. "Was he in the wrong room? Was she? No, she couldnt
be. The note on the tv was to her. Did the hotel give up a duplicate room? Thats
happened before. Maybe he'll just leave."

He didnt leave. He smiled and shut the door behind him and then locked it.

She struggled more, but nothing happened. She was helpless and totally unsure
of what was going on.

The stranger came over to her and gently caressed her cheek. "My, you are
quite adorable, now arent you?"

Sarah tried to tell him to go fuck himself, but the gag wouldnt let her.

"So, I understand you're failing my class and you're here to help give
yourself a better grade. After all, you cant get into college with a failed
class your senior year...."

Sarah froze. This was no accident. Roberts note said that she was failing
her senior year and she was to dress to try to get the teacher to change
her grade. She thought the teacher was Robert. She THOUGHT!?!? "Dammit, how
fucking stupid can I be?", thought Sarah, reliving the note in her head.
Robert never said that *he* was the teacher. Only that *she* was the student.

The stranger meanwhile had already removed his pants and underwear
and stood before her with his erection. His penis was smaller than
Roberts and Sarah knew that if she wanted, she could probably get this
guy to cum in no time at all. But she didnt want. She was too angry. Angry
at this guy. Angry at Robert. And angry at herself.

"You look even better than when I saw you a couple of weeks ago on Broad
Street", the man said.

"Broad Street?", Sarah asked herself. Then it donned on her. This was the guy
who paid Robert to feel her up. She remembered Robert getting the guys number,
but figured that was just a show. Something to scare her into staying in the
car. She didnt really think that Robert would actually call the guy. This was
horrible!!

"So, lets see if we can help you out with that grade", said the man as his
cock approached her gagged mouth.

Sarah turned her head away. She wasnt having any of this game. The man removed
her gag but she wouldnt even look up at him. His cock was on her cheek, trying
to get past her closed mouth.

"Oh, dont be that way Sarah. That wont help you at all. Now, lets see what
this does", the man spoke to himself and to her.

Sarah quizically looked up to see what he was talking about. In his hand was
a small remote. A remote that Sarah assumed went with the buttplug that
was now firmly in her ass.

"Why oh why didnt I hide that damn thing like I thought?", Sarah questioned herself,
unaware of what was about to happen.

The man flipped one of the switches and Sarah let out a bloodcurdling yell. Before
she could realize what happened, his cock was deep inside her mouth. She was stunned.
She had never experienced that sort of pain before. To make it worse, the pain was in
a place she couldnt get to. The plug was lodged deep within her, beneath the crotchrope
and beneath the tight panties. Even with free hands it would take her several minutes
to get it free. Without free hands it was not going anywhere.

The guy started pumping and fucking her mouth. Sarah was too afraid to do anything.

"Do you want to see what that feels like again?", asked the man.

Sarah shook her head and got to work on sucking him.

"Now thats a good girl. Robert said you were an expert cocksucker. He was right".

Sarah felt tears well up in her eyes. From the pain, from the humiliation of being
in the position she was in, and was the fact that Robert betrayed her once again.
What was he getting out of this? He wasnt even there. At least before she could
justify that he was with her, protecting her. In this case, this guy was a complete
stranger from who-knows-where. And what if something happened? Where was Robert?

Her mouth bobbed back and forth as she felt the guy getting closer and closer
to cumming. She wanted to be out of there. Untied. Not in the hotel room. And
home. She didnt know how that was going to happen. She thought about playing
along with the guy. Pretending she liked him. Maybe he'd untie her and she could
get away. He couldnt possibly be as smart as Robert. Could he?

His cock exploded into her mouth and she swallowed every drop. It had been a long time
since she was able to do that, but she took no satisfaction in it in this case.

"Happy now?" Sarah asked sarcastically.

The man was busy pulling his underwear back up.

"Quite so, yes", came the reply. "I might bump that grade up to a C".

"A 'C'"?" Sarah shot back. "A fucking 'C'?" Sarah was pissed. Even though
this wasnt real, she felt she warranted more than a 'C' for blowing the guy.

"Oh, you feel it should be more?" joked the stranger.

Sarah just looked away, not wanting to continue conversing with the man.
The guy came back over and replaced the gag. Sarah didnt even try to fight
him. She was too angry. Too sad.

"So, it says here that the next part of your fantasy is that you're supposed
to have so much time to escape while on the floor", said the man, holding something.

"Mmhhh??" Sarah asked from behind the gag.

"Your fantasy. The one on the 'net. The hotel story?" the man said. "I've got it right
here. And it says that I put the key on the floor and you have 5 minutes to get free".

He had a print out of her hotel fantasy. The one that started this whole thing. She knew
it by heart. She knew every detail. He was going to give he a chance to get free. Then
she'd suck him again. Then he'd tied her on the bed. She knew the drill. She also knew
that this was her chance to get free. Maybe.

She nodded her head, as if she had a choice.

The man came over and unclipped the handcuff key from her collar and put it on the floor
near him.

Sarah got ready to dive for the key, knowing she'd be able to get it and undo herself
in a matter of minutes given the chance. And this guy was giving her five. She'd be free
and out of the room within five.

"Ah, but wait a second. I forgot something", said the man as he came over behind her.

He took a length of rope and tied it from her tightly tied legs back up to
the strap on her ballgag. This pulled her head way back and towards her feet. This
also would cause her to be tightly and awkwardly hogtied once she was on her stomache.
It didnt matter. Sarah still knew she could get that key and free herself. She had
done it a million times.

The man gently leaned her over and she tipped onto her stomache. In doing so, her feet
were pulled cruely back towards her head and her head was bent back towards her feet
with the gag being pulled quite tight into her mouth.

"Ok, ready?" said the man.

Sarah was unsure how she was going to get the key, but she knew she was going to.

"Go!" the stranger said.

"tick tick tick" came his next statement.

"What a funny guy", Sarah thought sarcastically.

She was able to roll over and struggle across the short space between her
and the key. She noticed out of the corner of her eye that the man once again
had his pants off and was stroking himself while getting turned on with the site
he was witnessing.

"two minutes left....tick tick", said the man.

Sarah had the key in her fingers and was trying to find the keyhole
on the cuffs. All she needed to do was unlock one of them and she could
get completely free in seconds. With her head pulled back the way it was,
she couldnt see nor navigate too well. She also reazlied how much her neck
was starting to hurt from the awkward bend in her head.

"30 seconds!!!" said the man.

Sarah had the key lined up and was about to put in the cuff when all of a sudden
the man hit the button on the remote for the buttplug. This caused Sarah to drop
the key and nearly have a heart attack in the process.

"ARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHH!!" came the shriek from behind her well-gagged mouth.

The man hit the button again.

"AAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG....MMMMNNNOOOOOOOOOO!!!" was Sarahs reply.

"Times up. You didnt get free. What a shame."

That fucker. Sarah couldnt believe he did that. She also couldnt believe she was still
at this clowns mercy. She just wanted to be somewhere else, anywhere else.

"Well, I get to tie you up on the bed and fuck your mouth one more time.
Allrighty!!" said the man gleefully, sticking the script that was in his
hand. She knew Robert gave that to him. There was no way this guy read
this stuff on the net. Just no way.

The man untied Sarah. He left the ballgag in and the handcuffs on, but nothing
else. Then he helped her stand. It felt good to stretch her legs for the first
time in quite a while.

"Lets see, lets see", said the man while looking through the bondage goods
on one of the beds. Goods that were intended for Robert.

"How about this?" asked the man, holding up the leather straitjacket.

He came over to Sarah and undid her cuffs. She thought about punching him,
but realized that it didnt matter. She'd lost. Again.

He put her arms in the jacket and per the fantasy, pulled them around behind
her and pulled the straps tightly in the front. This kept her arms
pined across and behind her back.

"Okay, onto the bed for you", said the man, giving Sarah a slight push.

She toppled over onto the bed, head facing forward.

The man took a pair of leather cuffs and put them on her ankles. Using these,
he pulled her legs wide apart, tying the cuffs off at the bottom of each bed
post. Sarah was on her stomache and with her legs spread that way, unable to
move even an inch in any direction. The stranger then climbed on the bed
and positioned himself so that he was sitting up at the top of the bed, his
naked crotch right between Sarah's eyes.

The ballgag was removed and Sarah sucked the guy. Her heart wasnt in it. She
didnt care if he knew. This was her exact fantasy and she hated it. Hated it because
of who she was with.

The man came in a matter of minutes. Sarah didnt even care that most of the cum
ran out of her mouth and into a puddle next to her chin.

"Ok, now it says here that I get to whip you 30 times. If you dont make a sound
then you can be free. Otherwise you have to spend the night this way".

Sarah thought to herself. He was following the script to the letter. Would he
really leave her like this? That was not something she wanted, nor something she
ever expected when she wrote it. It was just fantasy. She tried to get his attention,
to reason with him. But it wasnt working. He ignored all her shouts from behind the
gag.

"Well, since this might get loud, I'd better add something", as the grabbed
something off the other bed. It was the ace bandage.

He wrapped it tightly around Sarahs mouth, eyes, and entire head. This pushed the gag
in slightly more, but also cut off her sight.

"Ready?" came the question, almost gleefully.

The man pulled her panties up, giving her a wedgie and exposing as much of
her ass as he could around the crotchrope.

"WHACK!!!!!!!!!!" it was the rubber stranded whip that Robert had used on her
weeks earlier.

"AAACCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!! was Sarahs reply from behind the gag.

"Wow, you didnt even make one. How are you going to make 30? I guess you lose."

Sarah did lose. She figured the man would stop now since it was over. But he
didnt.

"WHACK!!! WHACK!!!!!!!!!!" harder and harder on her poor, exposed ass. She knee she
looked like a schoolgirl, dressed as she was. She knew that deep red lines were
going to be showing on her ass. She knew that if this guy left, then she would be
found by the maid in the morning looking exactly like she does right now.

"WHACK WHACK!!!!! Sarah was crying under the ace bandage. And crying
hysterically. Both from pent up frustration and from the pain.

"Whew, that was hard work", said the man. Sarah could barely hear him from beneath
her sobs.

"Since you lose I have to leave you here for the maid to find you. Sorry.
Thats the game. But at least I'll bump your grade up to a 'B'" said the man
jokingly. Sarah didnt even hear that last part since she was crying too loud.

"Oh, one more thing", the man whispered, leaning down to her ear. "This remote
has a random setting. I'm going to set it on low and leave it on. I dont want
you having too much fun".

"MMmmppppooooo!!!" Sarah yelled. But it was too late. The first shock hit
her and she yelped into the gag. She never heard the man leave or the door
closing behind him.

"ACCCCKKKK!!!" came another yell. The vibrations were staggered about a minute
apart and were nothing as intense as the first ones, but they were still painful.

Sarah tried to figure out what she was going to do. She could barely breath
from the gag and the fact her nose was running from crying. She was completely
helpless, unable to get free no matter what. She was wearing a leather straitjacket,
cuffed to the bed, while wearing a schoolgirl outfit and dressed as a slut. She
was sure she had bad bruises from the whip. How was she going to explain this to
anyone? She knew that the cops would be called since it looked so suspiscious.

Whenever she would get some feeling of comfort in her head, the buttplug kicked
in. Though it was getting weaker and weaker and Sarah figured that battery
must be going dead. At least she wouldnt have to deal with that all night.

She tried to come up with a story. Something believable. But nothing made sense.
None of it sounded like it was real, even to her and she was living it. She hated
herself and swore she would never play again after this. This was just too much.
The roller coaster was over.

She drifted off to sleep at some point and was startled awake to feel a hand on her
aching ass. She tried to jerk forward, but it didnt work. Her head raced
frantically. "Was it morning already?? Was this the maid?? Did the guy come back??
What time is it??" she couldnt answer any of the questions. She tried to ask, but
the gag wasnt letting her.

The hand was softly caressing her and it felt good. She felt the ace bandage being
unwrapped slowly but not entirely. Whoever it was left the part covering her eyes,
but it was gone from over her mouth. The ballgag was removed next and Sarah was
thankful as she was just noticing how much her mouth ached. Before she could
ask who this was, a penis was thrust into it. She wasnt sure what to do.

The person pulled himself up onto the bed and got comfortable. He held
Sarah's head over his cock and pulled it up and down to help her out.
Sarah started to suck, wondering if this was actually Robert. The cock
seemed familiar. If so, she was quite happy he was there. More relieved than
she'd ever been. But this was how it always was. He put her in a situation
where she never wanted to see him again, then save her from that situation
and be her hero.

Before completing her thought, his cock erupted in her mouth. She tried to
get every drop, but failed.

She wasnt sure it was him. She hoped it was. She wanted to ask, wanted
to bitch him out. But what if it wasnt? Did it matter? How much more
ridiculous could she look?

She felt whoever it was reach under her and undo the buckles that held
the straps of the straitjacket. This allowed her to pull her arms out
to the side. She couldnt believe how good it felt and how much her arms
hurt from being bent as they had for so long.

"Robert?" she asked, her voice quiet.

There was no reply. Instead, she heard a door close. Then it was
silent.

"Did he leave?" she thought to herself. "Why?"

She wriggled around some to try to remove the jacket. With her legs cuffed
it was much more of a challenge than she would've guessed, even though her
arms were free. It took her about 1/2 hour to get the jacket off and her arms
completely free. The first thing she did was remove the rest of the bandage that
served as her blindfold. The clock read 7:14 am. She couldnt believe what time it
was and how long she had been here. It took more struggling and reaching back
to undo the leather cuffs as her legs were spread quite wide. Finally, she
was completely free from her bonds.

She slid off the bed, unable to believe how sore she was. From her legs, to her
arms and shoulders, to her tender ass. "There have to be serious marks on my
my ass", thought Sarah as she walked over to the mirror to see.

She spun around and lifted her skirt back up and glanced over her shoulder
to look. Rather than whip marks, it was something else that caught her attention.
In bright red lipstick were the words "ROBERTS SLAVE" across her ass. She also
noticed the whip marks and knew that Robert was indeed there. But for how long?
She figured he wrote on her and she was willing to bet that he took pictures of
her ass while she was asleep. "For his webapge", she said to herself, still a bit
angry, but glad to be free and glad that the maid wasnt going to find her.

Undoing her heels and removing the clothes as well as the plug and crotchrope,
she sat on the end of the bed and read the letter again, noting each and every
word. Robert again didnt lie. He never said anything that wasnt true.
She was still mad, again at him and at herself.

She looked up and saw her face in the mirror. It was a total mess. She thought about
heading to the bathroom to wash it off, but instead picked up the phone and called
in sick to work. And with that, she leaned back and dozed off to sleep.

It's Not Supposed To Be Like This - Part 3



After the last meeting, Sarah told herself she was through with Robert.
She didnt care if he had pictures or if he did blackmail her. It wasnt
worth it. She'd resigned herself to the fact that if wanted to show people
those pictures and ruin any possible future meetings with her, then fine.
She didnt care. She was a wreck and had to get away from this situation.

She was still kicking herself for letting herself fall into his plan.
Being outsmarted twice was something that irrtitated her most. She took
pride in her smarts and in this case, she found she was overly matched.
Though, as the days passed, she couldnt help but realize she had
masturbated a million times more than ever before. Plus, the intensity
was something that was just overwhelming. Each time with those moments
etched in her head as she came. The moments of her helplesss. Or of her
sucking. Or of her walking across route 60 while dressed as a whore. She
could almost still taste his cum in her mouth. But it didnt matter.
She was done. She had to be. This was spiraling out of control and control
is the one thing she strived for an insisted on.

It was close to two weeks later when the email arrived from him. She considered
not even opening it, assuming she knew what it was. But she couldnt resist.
This time there were several links, all leading to pictures of her. Dressed,
heavy makeup, covered in cum, and again with the license showing clear as day
the vital information about her. She didnt care. She would just put it out
of her mind and take her chances. Though she found herself more and more going
back and looking at the pictures and found that she was absently touching
herself while doing so. Nontheless, she was through with Robert.

Two more days passed and as she arrived home from work she noticed a package
on the front porch. "This is odd", thought Sarah. "I didnt order anything".
There was no return address on it but it was postmarked from Richmond.
She got inside and opened it and out fell a killer leather corset. "Weird",
she said, holding it up to see that it was her size. Holding the package
completely upside down caused several pages to also fall out. On these pages
were the pictures of her and she knew it was from Robert.

She was both angry and flattered at the same time. He was the first to
actually buy her something like this. He'd also given her the skirt
from last time. Well, she assumed he'd given it to her since he put it on her
and never asked for it back. But this was much more. The corset had to cost
several hundred dollars and while she already had several corsets, this was
a gift. It made it more special. Plus, it was leather. And black. But still,
it was from him. She threw it on the bed and left the room. She wasnt sure
what to do.

She thought about emailing him, but didnt. She was going to leave a voice mail
thanking him, but didnt do that either. She didnt even try the corset on. But
she knew she would eventually.

It was a full three weeks to the day of the last meeting before the next message
from Robert. It came via an email and was similar to the last time they met.
It said simply:
"Monday, 4 pm. Same place. Same deal. Bring the corset."

Nothing else. She deleted it. No way. Not again. She wasnt falling
for that trick. Part of her wanted to see him. To thank him for the
gift. To tell him about how intense her orgasms had been thinking of
him. But another part wanted no part of him. She'd love to get together
if it was just her and him. Her sucking him. Him liking it. Them sharing
some wine. Her pleasing him again. She started to wonder what was wrong.
He was actually something she had always wanted. Something she was
looking for but never found. Someone creative that kept her on her toes
without really putting her in danger. She rationalized with herself that
she wasnt really in danger when she was walking down the street. He
was nearby. He'd make sure nothing bad happened, wouldnt he? Then again,
he brought someone into the hotel and made her suck him and she had
no idea who it was. Though if Robert brought him, it must've been safe. Plus,
he was there to protect her. Wasnt he?

She couldnt handle it. The tearing inside her was driving her crazy. Her
inner voice just kept saying "Just meet him. You've already experienced
the worst. What else is there?" The same voice also told her how much she
knew she somewhere inside her that she loved these encounters. She just couldnt
admit it to herself. It would be admitting she lost control and lost her mind
for going along with it.

Monday morning came and before leaving for work she checked her email
one last time. There was another email from Robert. In it was the
same request/order as before. And with it the links to the pictures.
"I guess he gave up sharing his fantasies with words and just started
living them out with me", thought Sarah as she deleted the email.

As she left home she told herself there was no way she was going to meet
him. So when she found herself leaving the house again at 3:00 because she
changed her mind midday, she felt like a girl on her first date. The butterflies
as well as the anxiety. She was liking not knowing. And she hated that.
She spent the morning in a daze. Unsure what she was doing. Around lunch she
decided that she'd meet him. But there was no way she was going to walk
anywhere again. She was setting the rules. Screw him and his rules. She just
wanted to suck him. Enough with giving the world a free show. She headed out of
work early to get home to get the stuff. Just before leaving to head back to
the hotel, she checked her email one more time. Again, an email from Robert.

"This is weird", she thought. "I normally wouldnt have even seen this. Why would
he be sending me an email right before meeting. Maybe he cant get together". Before
she could even open it she felt her heart sink. "What the hell is wrong with me??"
she demanded of herself. Before answering, she read the email:

"I'm guessing you're home right now because you couldnt decide if you wanted
to get together or not. I know you better than you know yourself. As punishment
for not obeying me right away, I want you to bring the locking ankle
boots that you told me about. I just want to see how awesome they make your legs
look with that corset. See you soon. Hugs. Robert"

Sarah was speechless. How did he know? Did he really know her better than she
knew herself? Was he spying on her? That would piss her off. Maybe she was
very predictible, regardless of what she thought of herself. She threw the boots
in the bag but told herself that she was not going to wear them.

On the drive back to the hotel her mind raced of all sorts of things. Everything
from hiding the car to getting another room and hiding stuff in there. She knew
if he wanted her license she wasnt going to have a choice. But how much worse
could it be? He already had pictures of her. It would just be redundant. She gave up
on the wallet idea since it didnt matter if got more pictures of her. The car
keys were another story. She didnt want to park somewhere else and walk to the hotel.
So she'd park in back and leave the keys in the car. She could hide them. He'd never
find them. Though he could use that whip on her again and her ass hurt for over a
week from last time. She gave up and just figured she'd go along with what he wanted.
It couldnt be any worse than before. Could it?

She got to the hotel right at 4 and went to the front desk and asked for
a package for "brian". The front clerk handed him the envelope. He wondered
if he recognized him from a few weeks back. And if he really knew what went
on, what would he think? Sarah smiled to herself. She liked the secret. She liked
that other people were ordinary. Opening the envelope she found the room key
and just a note saying '444'. "Simple enough", sighed Sarah who would've liked
something a bit more. "Geesh. I'm starting to sound like a schoolgirl", she complained
to herself because of her thoughts.

She went around back and brought the duffle bags up to 444. Looking out the back
window she thought, "nice view" to herself again longing that she and Robert
could simply enjoy each others company and just talk and look outside while
pleasing each other. She noticed the note on the tv but avoided it at first.
She wanted to wait. She unpacked the toys and placed them on the bed. Then the
outfits. She brought several, unsure what she wanted to wear. She normally loved
to dress as slutty as possible but with the chance of walking up the street
again, she had reservations. Though she knew that if didnt dress this way, Robert
would fix that. While unpacking the bondage toys she noticed the rubber whip
again. She hadnt even seen it since the last time they played as the toys were
packed up before she had removed the blindfold. It never even donned on her to
not bring it. "Fuck", was all she could think as she held it in her hands as
she relived the pain that it caused last time. Suddenly a lot of those feelings
were coming back and rather than feeling pissed, she felt herself getting turned
on. "Christ this is ridiculous", she said as she tossed the whip to the bed with
the rest of the toys. "What is wrong with me?"

She took the note from atop the tv and sat down on the bed. Before opening it she
couldnt help but wonder back to last time and the stranger. What if it was someone
she knew? What if it was the guy who works the desk at the hotel? She wondered
how Robert even began to ask this person to meet him and see her. Its not something
you could just walk up to someone and ask out of the blue. She found her mind
wandering to such subjects much more regularly than even before.

Opening the letter, it read:

"Hello my sweet slave. I am delighted that you decided to follow through
with your feelings and come and meet me. I wont be able to get there
until 7 so you have plenty of time to relax and get ready. I want you to
look at completely whorish as possible. Put on the corset that I bought for
you. Over it the micro mini pink skirt that I gave you last time. On top wear
the black lace see-thru blouse and your pvc jacket over that. This way
I can see your corset through the lace. Of course the nylons and collar and
I want you to wear the locking boots. I want you to do your makeup as heavy
as possible. Even heavier than last time..."

Before Sarah could even finish the letter she thought to herself "There is no
fucking way I'm doing this so he can have me walking part Arby's to retrieve
my car again. He's nuts. Not doing it".

As if the note read her mind, she glanced down at the next sentence:

"Oh, and in case you're worrying, I PROMISE not to steal your car and
make you walk to Pizza Hut this time. So feel safe in dressing like this..."

"Oh, well, hmmmm", thought Sarah. "I suppose he hasnt really lied to me
so far and why would he start now?"

She went back to the letter.

"...Once you get fully made up and are happy with how you look, put the
red ballgag in and get the real handcuffs ready. Put the keys to them as
well as the boots on the D-ring around your collar and then sit back and
cuff your hands and wait for me. See you around 7 my sweet! HUGS. Robert".

Part of Sarah felt overwhelming relief since he sort of stated that he wouldnt
be tricking her and she could feel comfortable. She assumed he already had enough
pictures of her so that didnt come into play. She did love to dress as sexy
and slutty as possible and hated that she had to worry about being on display
in the fast food parking lots of the East End.

She went into the bathroom and started to get ready. Her stomache was aflutter
in that she might finally get her wish and enjoy a nice, romantic night with
Robert. Though the possibility was there that he could use any of the bondage
devices that she brought, it didnt bother her since she had used all of them
at one time or another and liked them and wanted to share them with someone
she cared about. She was again like a schoolgirl getting ready for her
first date.

She did her makeup extra heavy. Heavier than she had ever done before.
"He'll like this", she said to herself as she applied the final touches
before getting her outfit ready. The corset would be tough to put on by
herself but she had some practice in doing so. She could get the laces somewhat
snug by reaching behind her. After getting it laced as best she could, she
stopped and admired herself in the mirror. "This DOES look nice", she commented.
She finished the outfit with the locking ankle boots. She normally wore these
when playing around with self bondage since once they were on, they werent
coming off without the key. And with 5" heels, one couldnt exactly chase
after anyone who had the key and didnt want to give it back.

After she was completely dressed, she put the gag in her mouth and again
posed in front of the mirror on the closet door. She looked fabulous. As
she turned to go back she couldnt help but open the closet door and walk inside
and flashback to the last time when she spent what seemed like forever cuffed
inside the closet. Inside, she stopped and closed her eyes and pulled her
arms behind her, feeling the feeling she felt when she was so helpless last
time, unable to free herself from the confines of the closet. She giggled
and stepped out and closed the door. "Not this time", she said.

Sitting on the bed, she saw she had about 15 minute left. Robert had his
own key so he could let himself in. She somewhat toyed with the idea of
binding herself in a more elaborate fashion. Something that he would enjoy.
Something that would cause him to almost cum upon seeing her. She liked
it when he was that horny. Deciding against it, she just put her hands behind
her and placed the cuffs on. The keys to those as well as the boots dangled
just above her chest. She liked how they jingled when she rocked side to side.
Upon rocking once too often, a slight bit of drool escaped from the corner
of her mouth around the ballgag. "Fuck", Sarah said as she tried to tilt her
head the other way to stop the drool. It didnt work and a small string of
spit worked its way down onto her lace top.

Distracted with the spit, she didnt realize the time and before she knew it, Robert
was walking in the door with a wide smile on his face. He walked over to her
and helped her stand up so he could admire her. "Nice, very very nice". He walked
around her as she felt herself blush. "This corset looks awesome on you. But I think
it can be a big tighter, dont you think?".

Sarah nodded her head since she did agree with him that she could only get it so tight.

"Oh, allow me". He reached around in front and removed the handcuff key from her
collar and uncuffed her hands. Sarah just stood there, unsure what to do with her
freedom. He removed her pvc jacket and black lace blouse. Untying the laces to the corset,
he slowly re-tied them pulling them extremely tight. With each tug, Sarah noticed a
slight grunt escaping from behind her gag. She also couldnt help but remember how tight
he laced the bondage hood last time they were together and how much she hated it.
Robert laced the corset tighter than Sarah ever thought it could be. It was almost
to the point of being painful, but she liked it. She liked how it made her figure look.
He put the blouse back on as well as the jacket and she instinctively put her hands behind
her and allowed him to recuff her hands.

"What a good slave", noted Robert. He put the handcuff keys back on her collar's
D-ring. "Now, how does that feel?" asked Robert, fully aware that Sarah couldnt
answer him. "Interested in helping me with this erection?" he asked, knowing
what the answer would be.

Sarah enthusiastically nodded her head and tried to answer behind the gag.

"Very well. Far be it from me to disappoint my slavegirl". Robert helped Sarah
to her knees and reached behind her and removed the gag. She whispered up to
him, "Thank you". She wasnt sure if it was the right thing to say, but it felt
right. He smiled giving her the assurance that it was.

Her mouth went to work on his already rock hard erection. Bobbing back and forth,
her tongue was masterful on his cock. She looked up from heavily made up eyes and noticed
him smiling down at her, liking what he saw and liking what he felt. She took pride
in her looks and her mouth.

It didnt take long for Robert to be shooting his load into Sarahs willing mouth.
She tried as best she could to swallow it all, but like always, failed with some.
Some dribble down the corner of her mouth, much like the spit had right before
Robert arrived. She giggled. Robert leaned down and wiped away the small dribble and
replaced the gag.

"You're good. But you know that", came Robert. Sarah blushed even more than
before. She knew she was good, but hearing it was always nice.

Robert helped her stand up as she stood before him in her 5" heels, arms
cuffed behind her, "breasts" jutting forward, micro mini skirt that didnt even
cover her stocking tops. She couldnt help but catch a glimpse of herself in the
mirror as Robert noticed. "You look hot. Really hot. Especially with this
corset". Sarah tried to smile. "Ok, wait here", said Robert as he disappeared
into the bathroom. Normally when this happened, Sarah didnt like the results
because it generally meant tha Robert was leaving with her stuff.

She stood there, passing the time looking at herself and wondering what
was next. She would've liked to have a conversation, to ask him things. She
would've also loved to have had some relief since she was so damn horny but she
knew that probably wasnt doing to happen anytime soon.

Robert was next to her holding the leash now as he fastened it to the ring on the
collar alongside the keys. He left her standing there as he went back over to the
door where he came in and picked up his long jacket.

"Jacket? I didnt see a jacket", thought Sarah then realizing that she was
preoccupied with the spit when he showed up.

He walked over to her and placed his jacket over her shoulders, covering
her cometely down to her knees. With her arms still behind her, the arm
sleeves dangled freely, though it just looked like someone was helping
his companion to stay warm. Robert buttoned the top button to keep the
jacket on and pulled on the leash which was instruction for Sarah to
follow him. She didnt. She froze in her tracks, like a dog that was being
lead somewhere on a leash and didnt want to go.

"You promised I wouldnt be walking down the street!!" she mumbled behind
the gag, the disappointment that Robert had lied evident in her eyes.

"Well, what I said was that I wouldnt steal your car and make you walk to
Pizza Hut. And I wont", came Roberts calm answer. She was surprised he could
understand her gagged statement. Still, she was NOT going outside dressed
like this.

"Look, I'll be with you. We're just going to go out to my car and live out another
of your fantasies. Remember, you have many of them" as he pulled on the leash,
a bit more firm this time.

"Well, he did say he wouldnt steal my car so I guess he's not lying", she thought,
still unhappy with the turn of events. "But if he's with me how bad can it be?"
She did want to be with him. And she felt sexy as hell. She just didnt want anyone
else to see how sexy she was.

"Come on", said Robert, leading the way with the leash in his hand.

She followed as she watched the door close behind her and he lead her down the hall.
She'd been this route twice, though both times alone and both times uncuffed and ungagged.

"What if someone sees me gagged like this?" she tried to ask, wondering if he could
understand that comment.

"Dont worry", was all that he said back. She wasnt sure if he understood or if we just
saying that to all of her questions.

The walk down the stairs was slow without hands and while wearing 5" heels. But
it was safe and no one noticed. It was dark outside so no one could really see what
was going on unless they were right near them. Robert lead Sarah over to his car
and opened the door. Just before helping her in, he removed the overcoat exposing her
entire outfit to anyone who was nearby. Luckily, no one was. She grunted behind the gag
as he helped her in.

He went around and let himself in. She just sat there looking at him. Trying to look
evil behind the heavy makeup and the ballgag. It didnt work as he just smiled.

"Remember when you wanted to give me a blowjob while we were driving around? Well,
heres your chance".

Robert leaned over and undid the ballgag. Sarah waited for the cuffs to be removed but that
didnt happen. Her look asked the question for her.

"What fun would that be?" joked Robert.

He started the car and leaned up and undid his pants and pulled out his cock which was
once again rock hard. The car started driving away as Sarah wriggled and tried to situate
herself so she could get comfortable and still be able to suck him without the use of her
hands for balance. She moved her legs to the right, noticing how tough moving was in this
corset, and before she could do anything else, Robert grabbed her head and pulled it towards
his crotch. This spun Sarah sideways and put her mouth right over his cock.

"That works", she said softly.

Her mouth once again engulfed his penis. She tried to move her head up and down
as best she could, but found the limited space difficult. Robert didnt seem to notice
as he just drove and occasionally let out a grunt or two. He always took longer the second
time but her jaw was getting used to it. She didnt even realize how long they had driven
or where they were. Finally he came and came huge. She almost gagged at how much
semen came out of his cock. She again tried to swallow it all, convinced that one of these
times she could. This wasnt to be the time however as a small bit rolled down her chin.
She left her mouth over his penis, sucking it like a baby would suck a nipple. Trying
to milk every last drop. Finally Robert helped lean her back up to a sitting position.
She smiled to him and he smiled back. They were pulling up to an intersection and Robert
leaned down and pulled his pants back up. She looked out and tried to figure out where
they were. She figured it was probably Broad Street downtown because of how seedy
it looked.

"I wonder why we came all the way down here", she thought to herself, about to ask
that very question.

"So, are you ready for your fantasy?" came Robert, cutting her off before she could
ask.

She was confused. She thought he meant that sucking him while driving was her fantasy,
which it was. What fantasy was he talking about?

She didnt answer. He knew she wouldnt.

The car turned down an dark road that didnt have much life on it and pulled up
alongside the curb. Robert got out of the car and came around to her side and
opened the door. She still had no idea what he was doing or talking about but she
knew she didnt want to get out of the car dressed as she was.

"Come on, it'll be fun", said Robert who tried to entice her by pulling her
leash.

"Uh, no", was all Sarah said back softly.

"Come on Sarah", Robert said and with little effort, was able to pull her to her
feet alongside the car. Sarah noticed how short the dress really was and how
cold her legs were exposed like this. She also realized how vulnerable she was outside
like this while handcuffed. She didnt like it.

Robert closed her door which prevented any thought of her getting back inside.
He reached down and removed the two sets of keys that hung from her collar as well
as the leash. He put the keys to the boots in his pocket and threw the handcuff keys
onto the sidewalk about 20 feet away.

Sarah looked at him with horrified eyes as he started walking around the front of the car
back to his side.

"HEY!!!" it was the first time she had raised her voice to him. It was actually the
first time she had talked in more than a whisper. But this was serious. Dressed
like a prostitute in the bad part of town with hands cuffed behind her was not her
idea of fun.

"If I were you, I'd do my best to get to those handcuff keys before someone sees
you or, worse yet, before someone else gets them." Robert smiled and got back into the
car. Sarah stood like a statue, unsure what to do. She knew if she went towards the
keys he'd drive away. Though he was going to drive away anyways.

She looked at him with sad eyes, not believing that he had done this to her again.
She really thought she could trust him, that it would be different. Again, she felt
that urge to cry deep inside her. Though crying would do no good right now. She was
in the middle of downtown, 10 miles away from her car, unable to get to her car anyway
because her car keys are inside a hotel room which she doesnt have a key too.

She looked back at Robert. He tossed her a small black pocketbook. "All good hookers
need a purse. Plus, you need to put those handcuffs somewhere", his tone still playful.
"I'll pick you up 3 blocks away if you can make it that far. Dont do anything I wouldnt
do". She was pissed. More pissed than when he had the stranger fuck her mouth. More
pissed than when he made her walk past the fast food places while covered in cum. Pissed
at him but moreso at herself for being fooled yet again. She was done. This was the last
time.

She walked carefully over to the keys as she watched Roberts car pull out of site. Kneeling
down she was able to retrieve the keys and it took her several minutes of fumbling
to get the cuffs undone.

Once she had them off, she looked down at herself and noticed how the skirt looked
even shorter now that she was outside. The pink skirt barely covered the bottom her lace
panties. It didnt cover the stocking tops which were attatched to the corset which was
by now crushing her midsection. The black top and pvc jacket just added to her look and
she knew she looked like a hooker. She remembered how the makeup looked and she felt her
heart sink since she knew if anyone saw her, this is exactly what they'd think.

She opened the purse to put the cuffs inside and found a piece of paper. Opening it,
it read:

"You rememeber your streetwalking fantasy? Well, here you go".

It was from Robert. And he was right. She had joked long ago about how cool it would
be to be "forced" to walk the streets while looking like a hooker, though she knew
she'd never do it and no one would ever force her to. Well, she was wrong. He forced
her and she fell right into it.

"That fucker" was all she could muster, still pissed at him and at herself.

She started the walk north, figuring the 3 or so blocks wouldnt take too long
if she didnt run into anyone. She tried to get the conversation with Robert done
before she got back to him. She didnt even wonder if he'd be there, she knew he
would. And she was going to give her a piece of her mind. She was tired of this
shit and of these game. Her anger building more and more as she walked.

She passed a closed store and saw her reflection in the window. "Unreal", was
all she could think. "At least I'm not covered in cum. Yet". She thought about
pulling a fast one on Robert and not showing up. She knew he'd worry. He'd
be thinking the worst. Though she still would have no way to get back to the hotel
or into her car. So that idea quickly was cast aside. While lost in her thoughts,
she didnt notice the car pulling up next to her.

"Hey sexy! How much?" came the voice through the rolled down window.

Startled, she turned and looked and almost fell over thanks to the heels.

She just looked away and kept walking.

"How much??" came the question again. Sarah tried to look calm while walking
quicker.

"Come on! I'll bet you're into bondage dressed like that. I'll make it worth
your while!". The comment causing a stir in Sarah's loins. "If you only knew",
was her reply under her breath. "If you only knew".

The passerby gave up and drove on. Sarah got more pissed at Robert. She crossed
over the first intersection and noticed a bunch of people at the next.

"Super", was her thought. But she didnt care. She was mad. Its not like anyone
she knew was going to recognize her. She just stormed on.

Another car slowed down next to her and asked the same question as before.
"Hey, sexy lady!!! Love that outfit!! How much for a quick blowjob?"

Sarah considered for a second the idea of taking him up on the offer in exchange
for a ride back to the hotel. Just to piss off Robert. Though being stuck outside
the hotel was no better than being stuck here. She just ignored him.

Crossing the second intersection was a different story. Lots of lewd comments
and stares greeted the slutty looking Sarah. She caught some of the comments
even though not meant for her. "What a tramp!" "who wears stuff like that outside
the bedroom" "I'll be she's a great cocksucker!". This last one touched a nerve
and Sarah felt the emotion once again building inside her as she felt she might
cry. Thats the last thing she needed. Instead she walked on. Up ahead she saw
Roberts car. The anger returned as she was about to give him a mouthful. She
walked as fast as possible in 5" heeled boots.

She got to Roberts car and saw him inside smiling, reading a newspaper.
She knew he was watching her and she wanted to bitch him out. The door was
closed as was the window and she knocked. Robert didnt look up and just
waved his hand and said "Not interested. Thanks anyway!" This infuriated her.
He was treating her like a whore hitting on him. She knocked again, this time
harder, wanting him to let her in.

"I said I'm not interested" came the answer from inside. This was beyond
words. She had walked the entire way, took her life into her hands, and he
wouldnt let her back into the car. She just wanted to get in so she could
bitch at him but he wouldnt even let her in.

"Open...the.....door...." Sarah said while gritting her teeth.

Robert finally looked up and smiled. He rolled down the window and before Sarah
could give him an earful, he produced a camera from behind the newspaper.
"click" "click".

Sarah stood back, startled.

"What the fuck?"

"I just wanted to have some pictures of your streetwalking days. For the website I'm starting.
To go with the other ones", came Roberts answer.

She was too pissed for words.

"Let me in now asshead!"

He shook his head and started rolling the window back up. Suddenly, another car pulled
up and the driver rolled down his window and shouted to Sarah, "Hey! How much?"

Sarah ignored him but Robert didnt. He rolled down his window so he could
talk to the driver.

"She's pretty hot, huh", said Robert.

"Sure is!" came his reply.

"Fuck you both" said Sarah.

"What a mouth on her", said the driver, smiling.

"You should see how good it looks behind a ballgag", Robert said which completely
floored Sarah. "Tell you what. I'll give you a good deal for a night of bondage
with her".

Robert was playing pimp for Sarah and Sarah was horrified. There was no way she
was going anywhere with a complete stranger, especially for a night of bondage.
Suddenly being with Robert seemed like paradise again.

"That might be something I'd like", came the voice from the other car.

"Robert, please, let me in. Dont do this" Sarah pleaded in a whisper.

Robert looked back at her and put the ballgag on the seat. "Show him how
good it looks on you sweetie. Show him and I'll let you into the car".

Sarah looked at Robert and looked at the other guy. She couldnt believe he
was going to get her to put the gag back on herself. She was more angry that
she wouldnt be able to bitch him out like she wanted. But she did want to get
back into that car. More than anything.

She leaned down and picked up the ballgag. She held it and looked
over at the other driver. She was sure he was going to cum just from
looking at her. "Ass. If he only knew I was a guy he wouldnt be drooling
all over himself".

"Come on sweetie. Show him those pretty lips around that gag", Robert said
from inside the warm car.

Sarah put the gag up to her mouth and wrapped her lips around it.
She reached behind her head and fastened the straps, something she had
done a million times before.

"Hmmppyyy nmmwww???" Sarah tried to ask sarcastically to her two man audience.

"I like it", said the new guy who Sarah was disliking more and more.

"I'll go you one better", Robert said to him. "For $20 I'll handcuff her and let
you feel her up".

"Mmmmnnnttt hmmmmwww" Sarah replied shaking her head. There was no way.

Robert looked back to her. "Come on, put the cuffs on and and I'll get you out
of here. They're still in your purse".

She just shook her head.

The other driver moved his car in front of Roberts and started getting out
of the car. Sarah tried to decide if she should run. She tried to get back into
Roberts car but the door was still locked.

"Come on sweetie. It'll be over before you know it."

Robert got out of the car and went over to the other guy. She saw the guy hand
Robert some money as they both stood and looked back at her, ballgag in her mouth,
short skirt not covering her stocking tops, and looking hotter than any hooker ever
looked on this street.

"Sarah, please. For me". Roberts voice was soothing and gentle. She loved that voice.
Though she hated him sometimes, including this one time.

"Fuck it" she said behind the gag as she reached into her purse and took the cuffs
out. In an instant she had her hands cuffed behind her. "Super. Now I've effectively
gagged and cuffed myself in the middle of nowhere. I'm a braindead idiot" was Sarah's
next thought.

The guy and Robert walked over to her. Robert behind her, the guy in front. He leaned down to
kiss her neck and she tried to twist away but Robert held her close. The guys hands were
all over her fake breasts that were under her pushup bra. As his hands slid further south,
Sarah tried to get him to stop from behind the gag as she again twisted.

"That'll be extra" came Roberts voice from behind her. She could feel Roberts erection
in her gloved, cuffed hands and it was huge.

"Extra huh? How much?" asked the guy. Sarah couldnt believe she was being auctioned
off and she certainly couldnt believe that Robert would let the guy go further because
he was certain to feel her "surprise".

"Well, she DOES give a fantastic blowjob, but I think I'll save her for myself for tonight.
But give me your number and if she's free, perhaps I can give you a call and take you
up on that night of bondage. She's a fantastic sub and someone you might like to get to know
better".

Robert smiled and helped Sarah back into the car. He talked to the driver for a short
time before they parted ways. Sarah couldnt tell if Robert had been serious but she
was really relieved that he didnt let the guy continue. Though she was still pissed he
put her in that position in the first place.

Robert got back into the car and Sarah looked at him evilly. Well, as evil as one can
with a ballgag framing her painted face. Robert just laughed and leaned back and undid
his pants once again as his cock sprang to attention.

"So, enjoy your fantasy?" he asked casually while trying to help her get back
into position to suck his cock. Her face was right over his cock, but she was still
gagged. "Ummmmm.....mmmmmm???" she asked from behind the gag, waiting for him to remove
it. Instead, he started stroking his own cock, only inches from her face. This frustrated
her even more as she really wanted to taste his juice right now and just get this night
over with. He kept stroking with one hand while holding her head down with the other
one. She continued to try to get him to remove the gag, but he wasnt going to. And she
knew it. One more time his cock sprayed a steady stream of cum all over her face. Another
facial. He groaned and leaned back as the final shot hit her right in the eye.

He let go of her head and helped back to a sitting position. She was covered in his cum
as it was running all down her face. So was her makeup. Robert semi-laughed as he put down
the visor mirror in front of her so she could see herself. She definatly was a mess.
Robert reached around her and took the seat belt and pulled it across her lap and fastened it.
This kept her sitting up. She wasnt sure why that was so important. While her mind thought of
different ideas, he casually said "I dont suppose you want me to leave you here this way, do
you?"

She shook her head frantically side to side.

"I didnt think so."

He pulled away and drove slowly towards Broad Street which was semi-crowded a little while
earlier while Sarah was walking down it. They pulled up to a light in the left lane on purpose.
This allowed whoever pulled up next to them on the right to see right in and get a great view
of Sarah's ballgagged, cum covered face. She tried to duck down and hide but the seatbelt
did its job nicely.

Robert drove her around town for the next half hour stopping at as many lights as he could
find. She was again getting annoyed. Plus, she had to stare at herself in the mirror and be
constantly reminded of how bad she looked. Finally they got back on the highway and headed back
to the hotel. Robert made small talk to Sarah who was unable to answer him. Occasionally she'd
mumble something that neither of them could understand just so she could hear her own voice.
As they cruised along the highway Roberts hand found its way to Sarahs thigh and gently
rubbed it up and down. Sarah had been so horny for so long she thought she might cum
on the spot instantly. Robert just smiled and continued his soft stroking. Sarah closed her
eyes, both to enjoy the caressing, and to stop looking at her messed up makeup in the mirror.

Her mind drifted off to many things. The first night in the hotel. The next meeting.
The stranger she saw tonight who Robert almost sold her to. She couldnt believe most
of what was happening to her, yet deep inside it excited a part of her that she was
afraid to explore.

As she drifted into fantasy land, Roberts hand started carressing her very wet and
very excited clit. This was the first time he'd actually touched her and it was
magical. As much as she hated him sometimes, she longed for this moment for so long.
It didnt take long. Just as the car pulled off the highway, Sarah exploded in a huge
orgasm. She moaned loudly behind the gag and thrust her pelvis up as far as the seatbelt
would allow. Roberts hand slowly moved its way back down her nylon covered thigh
as she opened her eyes and looked over to see the smile on his face.

They pulled in to the same parking spot that they had left from. Sarah assumed they'd
sneak back into the building the same way they came out. She should've known better than
that.

Robert leaned over to her and undid the seatbelt. He then reached down and pulled her cum
filled lace panties down and off of her. "Odd", thought Sarah, though it certainly felt better
without them on. He reached up and undid her gag and before she could thank him, he deposited
her panties into her mouth.

"Argh!!" was Sarah's reply. "Vaaat vas vat vor??" she tried to ask.

"I thought you might like that", Robert laughed. He got out of the car and came around
to her side and opened the door and helped her up. She was waiting for him to put his
coat back around her but instead he turned her around and uncuffed her hands. He put the cuffs,
as well as the ballgag, back into her purse and also handed her a hotel key. With that he closed
the door and gave her a kiss on the cheek as he walked back around to his side of the car.

Sarah just stood and looked at him puzzled.

"I've got to go. You've got the key there. You can get back in and find the room" Robert
said. "Keep those panties in your mouth until you're back in the room though."

He got back in and rolled down the window on her side slightly while she was still standing
there like a statue. "I had a great time tonight. And I kept my promise. I'll see you again
real soon". He blew her a kiss and backed out.

Sarah stood there next to her car, but unable to get into it because her car keys were still
up in the hotel room. She had the key to the room, but would have to make her way back into
the hotel dressed like a whore and still covered in cum. Not to mention the cum filled panties
that were still in her mouth.

"Oh, one more thing you might need to know", Robert said as he put his car into 'drive'.
"The hotel doesnt allow anyone in after 10 pm unless they use the front desk. So you might
want to hurry. Its 9:56". He smiled and drove off. Sarah decided now would be a good time
to make her way to the back door as there was no way she could face going through the front
lobby dressed and looking the way she did.

"Please please please" was all she could think as she approached the back door. She didnt care that
a couple had pulled in and was staring at her. That was the least of her worries. She tried the key
in the outside door and was relieved to hear the click as the door opened. "Thank you thank you" thought
Sarah as she made her way inside. She did her best to get up the stairs and back to her room.
As she got into the room and crashed on the bed, it was then that she realized that Robert still
had the keys to her boots that were locked on her feet. Once again panic filled her as he must've forgotten
to give them back and now she was stuck wearing them.

"Can this get any worse?" she pondered to herself as she washed the makeup and the remaining cum
off her face. She knew that the couple had seen her and had to be able to make out the runny makeup
and stains. She had hoped to change back into Brian and relax for a bit before going home. But now
she was still wearing the boots and the nylons as she could remove neither of them. Plus, it took everything
she had to be able to remove the corset on her own. She decided that she'd just wear something
normal and go home and worry about the boots then. But she'd have to stay enfemme until then.

She put on a garter belt as the stockings continued to fall and it started to annoy her. Then a
conservative (for her) skirt that came to her knees. A white blouse and minimal makeup followed
and Sarah looked somewhat normal for a change. She still couldnt get the mind blowing orgasm
out of her head nor the taste of her own cum out of her mouth.

It was midnight when she left the room carrying the dufflebags as she headed down the back stairs
that she now knew all too well.

She got to the car and noticed on the hood was a set of small keys. The keys to the boots.
Robert must've come back and put them there after she had gotten inside. She just smiled to herself,
picked them up and made the drive back home with a whole new set of fantasies running around
in her mind.

It's Not Supposed To Be Like This - Part 2


It was three days before Sarah had the nerve to email Robert. She
had hoped initially that he would have sent her an email explaining
things. Deep down, she just wanted to hear from him. She had lost
control of the situation and wanted desperately to get it back.
Things had to be on her terms or not at all. Thats the way it always
was.

She thought about just letting it go, not talking to Robert anymore.
Though somehow she knew she couldnt do that. They seemed to have a lot
in common. Plus, he still supposedly had pictures of her with her
real name and address. Even though she never actually saw those
pictures. Perhaps he was bluffing. Perhaps he was just trying to see
if he could get her to go along with it. Even so, she was still a bit
miffed at the whole situation.

Another three days passed and she heard nothing back from him. She thought
for sure that he'd reply to her email. It was short, but kept light. She
asked about perhaps meeting again, just feeling him out. He always
emailed right back. Always. As the third day passed her mind got lost
in other projects. She assumed he'd catch up with her when he wanted. Though
she pretended it didnt bother her, it really did. She was working on a photoshop
project late several days later when an email arrived from him. She felt
her heart jump. At last! Though she was slightly afraid to read it. There
was a time way back when she had that same feeling only to read the email and
see that it said he couldnt see her nor talk to her as he broke it off forever.
She remembered how her heart sank. She understood the reasoning, but it didnt
make things easier. What if this was the same thing? What if he was blowing
her off? Though if so, why even email? He was nice enough to let her know
back then that he was blowing her off. He wasnt like most who just bailed or
never showed up. She spent an hour pondering what to do though she knew she would
end up just reading the damn thing.

Several glasses of wine later she finally clicked on it. All that was there
was a link to a website. Nothing more. Was this one of those emails thats
just a forward? Something he got that he just sent along thinking she'd like it?
She felt a bit sad that there was nothing more. No explanation, no fantasy, no
nothing. Sarah clicked on the link and it brought her a full page of one thing:
a picture of her. And not just any picture. THE picture. The close-up of her
heavily painted face covered in cum, ballgag lodged deep in her mouth, wide posture
collar holding her head up and still, a somewhat pleading look in her eye.."I never
realized I even could have a pleading look", thought Sarah to herself. But the
most important part of the picture was the fact you could clearly read every
detail of the license that was stuck inside the strap of the ballgag. From the picture
to the name to the address. Anyone who saw this could clearly figure out what
was going on and who this was covered in cum. It wouldnt take a rocket scientist.
Sarah once again felt her heart sink. What was the point of this? Was he
threatening her? Was he just letting her know that he had a picture he could
blackmail her with? If so, what next? Wouldnt he have made some sort of demand
by now? She was about to close the window but couldnt resist looking one more
time and felt a stirring deep down as she saw herself so helpless.

She spent the entire next day in a daze. She couldnt get the picture out of
her head, nor could she fathom what he wanted. If he wasnt going to tell her,
then she'd just wait. She could play that game as well. After all, she had
something he wanted. Not the other way around. So what if he had a picture on a
website. Big deal. Its not like anyone would ever go to that site nor could
Robert know who to possibly email it to. She convinced herself that all was
good as she headed home from work that friday afternoon.

After pulling into her driveway she went over and picked up her mail, a daily
routine. Idly flipping through the bills and advertisements was never
really the highlight of her day. Though on this day, it was different.
Folded up nicely was that same picture of her from the internet. Aparantly
Robert had come by and put the picture in her mailbox at some point during the
day. It was even addressed to "Brian" on the outside. This was not good news
as it meant Robert wasnt done messing with her and he had no problem coming
over and putting these pictures anywhere he wanted. What if he put one in
her neighbors mailbox? Sarah couldnt help but wonder.

She got inside and immediately emailed him asking what he wanted and to stop
with the pictures. She called his voice mail and left a message stating the same.
She was pissed and had a sense of panic.

It didnt take long to receive another reply from Robert. This time it didnt take
Sarah long to open it and read the email. It said simply:

"Monday 4pm , same hotel. I'll leave a key at the front desk under the name
Brian. Bring the toys. Bring something to change into that I'd like. More
info will be there. Hugs. Robert."

Sarah re-read the note roughly ten times though her mind didnt grasp
it any of them. It wasnt difficult, though for some reason she had
trouble with the fact someone else was controlling things. She immediately
fired back an email saying she had plans Monday (which she did) and he'd
have to pick another day. Within seconds Robert replied simply with the
link to the picture of her. "I guess this is his way of blackmailing
me", thought Sarah.

She spent the weekend thinking about the whole situation and about
Monday. She even sent him a detailed email telling him how she felt
and wanting to talk about things. He didnt reply. She wasnt sure if
he read it and just decided to torment her further by not responding
or if he really didnt read it since he's not on the internet as often
as she is. In some ways she thought it'd be fun to play again, though
she still had bad feelings about last time. "Maybe if I meet him we can
work this out and this will be done", she thought. Though she was too smart
for this trap. She knew that. She was better than this. Thats the part
that made her most angry. That she could let herself fall into this.

It took an act of Congress to rearrange her schedule to free up Monday
night and she still wasnt sure if she would meet him. Though the idea that
he might really send that picture to other people wasnt something she
wanted to experience. She packed the toys in the car as well as a different
outfit. She thought she might be able to outsmart him if need be. She'd bring
something that wasnt too outrageous, just in case he pulled the same
stunt again. The skirt would be a bit longer. The shoes more practical.
She'd go easy on the makeup. "I'll show him", though she couldnt believe
he'd actually make her walk again. That would be too predictible.

Time passed slowly that Monday. Sarah's mind raced with all sorts of possibilities
and ideas. She was convinced that she was on her guard and could outsmart
Robert if she had to. She'd play along, but in the end would not put
herself in the same predicament as before. She had a few ideas of her own.

Sarah found herself at the front desk at 3:45 asking for a "package for Brian".
The frontdesk girl looked through her paperwork and found an envelope with
his name on it. "Brian" opened it and inside was a room key and a note that
simply said "412". He thanked the desk person and went back to the car to
bring it around back. It was safer parking in back plus it was easier to get
the bag of toys in without looking suspicious.

It was right around 4 when he got into the room and dumped the bags onto the
bed. On the tv was another envelope, in it instructions:

"I'm glad you decided to meet. Good choice. Heres what I want you to do.
Get dolled up once again as slutty as possible. I want super heavy makeup
this time. Get dressed and get your mouth ready for some action. I should be
there around 6. Since I have my own key, I want you to bring the following
items over to the closet. The easy release handcuffs, the real handcuffs, the
leather collar, the large penis gag and the blindfold. Since the closet is
pretty big with a nice sliding door, this should be easy. Put the handcuff
keys on the top of the tv. Then, go into the closet. Put the gag in and strap
it tight. Put on the collar and through the D-ring put one end of the easy
release handcuffs. Put the other cuff around the clothes bar. This will force
you in a standing position. Close the closet door. Then put on the blindfold
and finally cuff your hands behind you. I'll be there shortly. HUGS! Robert".

Sarah wasnt sure if she wanted to go through with this. Her mind found all
sorts of bad ideas in this. First off, once she put herself in the closet, there
was no way she could get free since the key was on the tv in the other room.
The easy-release handcuffs that were on her collar would be easy to get off if
she had use of her hands, but she wouldnt. Thus, she'd be stuck. What if he
didnt show? What if he was a bastard and made her wait all night this way? At least
before, she could free herself after a half hour or so and be on her way if she
got stood up. There would be no escape. Sarah pondered the possibilities and thought
that maybe she could just meet him dressed up and suck him and he'd be happy.
Though she idea intrigued her of being bound like this, she just wasnt sure
she could trust him after what happened last time.

At 5:50 Sarah found herself staring at the items Robert mentioned. They were
on the floor in the closet. The handcuff key was on the tv. She looked at her
reflection on the closet door mirror. She had worn the semi-short black skirt
that could be considered slutty, but at the same time could be considered just
a mini skirt. It wasnt leather or latex so it was easy to move around in. She'd
worn a black lace top that also wasnt too slutty. She did wear the garter belt and
nylons just because she couldnt help herself and really did enjoy that. The shoes
were simple 3" heels. "Just 'in case'", she thought. She had also taken it
upon herself to hide her wallet and keys so a repeat of last time would
not happen. She hid them both under the matress to the bed. She really didnt think
Robert would do the same as last time, but if he did, he wouldnt find either of them
and she could tell him that she just didnt bring the wallet. Explaining the lack of
keys would be a bit tougher. She was wearing the black opera gloves which helped
prevent cuff marks. She always wore these. The makeup was a bit heavier than she
initially wanted but he had asked her to be super slutty and she thought that
if she pleased him, he'd be nicer than last time.

She glanced at the clock, felt her heartbeat quicken and stepped into the closet.
Doing what he had instructed, she placed the gag in her mouth and instantly
she realized that it had been quite a while since the 4" penis gag was anywhere
near her mouth. It was quite larger than she had remembered. The collar and
easy release handcuffs were next. She laughed when placing these on since its
something that she would think of and she found it amusing that Robert was
actually the one to suggest this. It was an ingenious idea. She closed the
door leaving just a crack for the light to come through. The blindfold was next
and then the handcuffs (which were already fastened to one hand to prevent her
from having to retrieve them from the floor) and then she took a breath and waited.
And waited. And waited. She didnt fasten the other cuff. She wanted to. And
she didnt want to. She thought maybe she could wait until she heard the door
open and then quickly put it on. This way, if he was to stand her up, she could
at least get free. While standing there she felt incredibly turned on. Time passed.
Finally, she decided, "What the hell", and fastened the the other cuff. Instantly
she got angry at herself as the realization that she was really stuck crossed her
mind.

She stood there for what seemed like hours. Getting more and more angry and more
and more turned on. She really couldnt get free. She thought that if she really
tried, she could pull on the collar enough to break the clothes bar which would
free her collar. The room was in Roberts name which caused her to giggle behind
the gag because he'd be charged for it. As she giggled she also realized that the
gag was really starting to irritate her.

Finally, just before she was going to test the strength of the clothes bar,
she thought she heard something from the other side of the closet. "About fucking
time", she thought to herself, hoping that it was in fact Robert and not
someone else.

She heard the closet door open and felt a cool draft on her legs. She didnt
realize until then how hot it was in the closet. She tried to smile but the
gag was having none of it. Feeling a gentle hand on her cheek, she felt a bit
more relaxed though she was sure Robert would be able to hear her heart pounding.

"Very nice, very nice", came his voice. She so badly wanted him to touch her,
to just rub her clit. She couldnt believe how horny she actually was. Soft hands
rub her nylon covered thighs and she felt him pulling her skirt down. "Yes!!" as she
thought her wishes were about to come true. Instead, she felt a rope being looped
around her waist, just above her garter belt. "Uhhhh..." was all she could think
before she realized what was next. The rope was looped in back and then pulled
*tightly* through her legs and looped around the front. Enough slack was left
in front to use it as a "leash" but it was incredibly tight through her legs
around her swollen "clit". "This is definately not what I was looking for", she
was trying to say. Of course, none of that came out as the gag did its job.
Next, she felt a skirt being pulled back up her legs, only it felt like different
material from before. She felt it buckle in the front which confirmed her thought
since the skirt she was wearing was a slip on.

"Well, at least he brought be a gift", as she tried to humor herself. That
*was* nice of him. She felt the cuff on her collar release as the tug on the
crotchrope was her que to step forward. She was glad she had chosen the practical
shoes since she had been standing for so long and even with these, her feet
were starting to hurt.

Walking blindfolded, lead by a crotchrope, was a new experience for her.
She walked slowly which was fine with Robert. She knew he was enjoying the
show. She got completely across the room when he instructed her to kneel
down. Gently, she complied. She wasnt sure if the ropes would follow and he'd
tie her legs again. She sort of liked having them free as it was easier on her
knees.

The gag was removed as he whispered in her ear to not say a word. His gentle
voice always seemed to calm her. Suddenly her lips her presented with a
rock hard cock. She knew what to do. Part of her wanted to talk, to ask about
this "game", about the blackmail. Another part of her just wanted to please
him and make him happy. She couldnt figure out which part of her was
more in charge and it donned on her that she wasnt in charge at all.

She was sucking and licking for all she was worth when suddenly she felt
something in her gloved, cuffed hand. She thought that was odd since Robert
was still in front of her with his cock deep in her mouth. Her fingers
felt and massaged and suddenly she realized that it was another hard cock.

"What the fuck?!" she mumbled around Roberts cock as she tried to pull
her head back and demand an explanation. A hand on the back of her head
pulling it forward as well as a tug on the crotchrope stopped that in a hurry.

"Just enjoy it", came Roberts voice. "A slut like you knows what to do".

She couldnt believe he'd bring someone else and show her to him. She was
livid. The cock sat idly in her hand as did the one in her mouth. She decided
she wasnt going to do anything.

"Dont be like that", came his voice again as a much harder pull on the
crotchrope caused her to let out a gasp. "Be a good girl and everything
will be okay. Now suck. And stroke. Or else". She didnt like the "or else"
part, even though she didnt know what it meant. It just didnt sound very
pleasing.

Her mouth went back to work on Roberts cock. Her hands tried to massage the
one that was placed in them. She felt around and came to the conclusion that
it was hard, but not as large as Roberts. She wished her hands werent cuffed so
she could do a better job, though she also realized that if her hands werent
cuffed she probably would've punched whoever it was in the groin.

She felt Robert getting closer and closer as she heard him let out a moan.
In a second her mouth was full of his hot cum. She tried swallowing all of
it, but as usual, some leaked out of the corner of her mouth. It took no
time at all when ther other cock was now in her mouth. It was in fact smaller
and easier on her jaw, but at the same time, she wasnt too thrilled sucking
some comlete stranger. To make matters worse, he seemed to take great pleasure
in alternating pulling on the crotchrope and making her squirm and grabbing
the huge hoop earring that she always wore and pulling her head into his
crotch.

She was wondering what Robert was doing as she didnt hear much in the room
aside from the jingle of her earrings and the slight moaning of this stranger.
Finally, as he grunted, he also filled her mouth with cum. Again, she tried
to get most of it in but a slight bit dribbled down her chin. One more time
it occured to her that through these two meetings she had yet to say a
single, inteligible word to him.

The stranger pulled away as Sarah just kneeled there. She didnt know if
it was okay to talk or move. She just waited. Finally Robert once again
spoke. "That was a good job my slave. You're getting to be a nice little
cocksucker. And you follow orders quite well. Though, I did notice that
your wallet and car keys arent in the drawer as they were last time.
I'm guessing it's no accident that they're not in there, is it?"

Sarah was unsure what to do or say. Did she want to lie? Would it make
things worse? Could it get worse? Should she play stupid? He knew her
better than that as he knew how her mind worked.

"So, where are they?" came Roberts voice.

Again, Sarah just sat there idle.

"Uh, Sarah? I'm talking to you", as he pulled on the crotchrope trying
to get her to reveal the info.

Sarah was stuck in one of those modes where you've already gone so
long without talking that it'd be a defeat to admit you hid the keys
and a dilema in that she didnt want to tell him for fear or a repeat of
last time".

"Well, if you're not going to talk, I suppose we can oblige you".

She felt something wadded up being placed in her mouth. She figured
it was probably his underwear. "Odd", she thought. She then heard the
ripping of tape. Within seconds he had placed two pieces of tape in a crisscross
across her mouth, holding the underwear in. She could taste the faint
bit of precum that he must've had from seeing her in the closet. This amused
her and in some way relaxed her knowing she made him hard and wet, though
there was no reason she shoud've been taking joy in this at that moment.

She heard him rummaging around the toys on the bed and felt him pull on the
crotchrope one more time, seemingly just for fun. He proceeded to pull the leather
bondage hood over her head and down across her gagged mouth. This was not
something she was expecting as it caused a bit of panic in her. She tried
to tell him that she'd talk, but it was too late. He took his time pulling the
laces nice and tight, encasing her head in its vice-like state. She tried to
test it, to yell. Nothing came out. Not even a whimper. This was not good.

He grabbed her cuffed hands and pulled them up towards her neck, doubling
them over behind her back. This forced her shoulders back and hurt more
than she would've thought. She'd never had this done, but had seen many pictures
of it. She felt him clasp something as he fastened one of the D-hooks from the
handcuffs to the back of her collar. This kept her hands up and near her shoulder
blades. She realized how awkward this felt and how odd it must've looked as she
wondered what could possibly be next. This wasnt going to help her talk since
she was unable to make a sound.

A fierce pull of the crotchrope was her instruction to stand. Even as she stood,
the pulling continued as she tried to yell into the gag. Once again, she was back
to getting pissed. "I should've just told them where the damn keys were", she thought
to herself behind the darkness.

She was gently pushed forward and onto the bed face down. She felt a rope tied
around her ankles as she was unable to move. It donned on her just how exposed
her ass now was as she felt her skirt pulled up over her waist. She tied to
struggle, but with her hands cuffed the way they were, she was unable to move
her arms even a bit. The leather hood combinded with the gag muffled all sounds
both coming and going. So she had no idea what was about to happen.

"WHACK!!!" came the sting of the rubber stranded whip on her exposed ass.

"FUCK!!!!!!!!!!" was the reply Sarah would've liked. But all that came
out was "Mmmpphh".

"WHACK!! WHACK!!!" again and again. Sarah squirmed and wriggled for all she
was worth, but was unable to escape the stinging blows of the whip.

"WHACK!!" it was too much. She just wanted it to stop. She'd do anything.
Say anything. Walk anywhere. Just no more whip.

"WHACK! WHACK!!" it continued. She felt the sobs building up from deep
within her. She didnt remember the last time she had cried. And this wasnt just
simple crying. This was intense sobbing. She felt her chest heaving up and
down as the whipping continued. She started to wonder if she'd actually
choke since crying while wearing a bondage hood probably wasnt a good idea.

The whipping stopped and it was a good five minutes before she heard or
felt anything. She was terrified that it would start again and was too afraid
to even move. Robert unlaced the hood and pulled it down off her face. She was
a mess. Sweat and tears combined to completely smudge most of her heavy makeup.
She was still wearing the blindfold, but her mascara was running out from under it.

He pulled off the tape that was over her mouth:
"So, are you ready to tell me where your stuff is?" came a calm Roberts voice.

Sarah spit out his underwear. "Under the mattress", she whispered,
realizing it was her first words to him in person. Hardly the romantic
ones she had once envisioned.

"Now, that wasnt so hard, was it?" came the continued calm voice.

Robert help her off the bed, feet still tied and hands still awkwardly
cuffed up behind her. He put her back on her knees. She figured he'd
use her mouth again and she almost welcomed it, as long as the whipping
didnt start again. She realized she was still beathing hard from the sobbing
and was having a hard time composing herself.

Instead of his cock, Sarah felt the ballgag being placed in her mouth.
Another surprise since she figured he was ready to cum again. She heard
some rustling and couldnt make out what was going on. Then slight groaning.
And right before she figured it out, her face was splattered with a steady
stream of cum. She shook her head to try to avoid most of it and within
seconds, another stream of cum covered her. She had almost forgotten about
the stranger but she figured that both of them had just given her a facial.

"Now, as part of your previous request", came Roberts voice as she felt
him place what she assumed was her license in the strap of the gag. She didnt
even try to fight it this time. She figured there was no point. He'd just
use the posture collar. Or worse, that whip again. She heard the camera
click time and time again. She couldnt believe what she had gotten herself
into. Her mind started to drift and she wondered if maybe it was the stranger
using the whip. That Robert couldnt be that cruel and hit her that hard.
She wanted to believe that. Though it didnt matter since he was right there and
would've noticed how much it hurt her.

She was snapped back to reality as Robert (she assumed) undid her hands from
the collar, though they were still cuffed behind her back. He also untied the rope
around her ankles.

"Ok, you know the drill", came his voice, almost giddy. "I'm going to move
your car down to Pizza Hut and you're going to have to make your way
past Arby's and traffic to get to it. We're going to watch from afar.
We'll have fun. I know you'll be enjoying it too". It was almost sarcastic
the way he said the last part. "I'll take the stuff from the room and you can
put the rest of what you have with you in the laundry bag. I'm going to leave
the handcuff key back on the floor of the closet so it will take you some time
to get to it and get yourself free. I really did enjoy our meeting and
am so glad you followed instructions as well as you did. You might make a nice
slave after all."

She just sat there on her knees, unable to move. Afraid to. Too angry to.
Maybe she would just sit here all night. Make him sit outside waiting for her.
How long would he sit. Would he come back? What if he used the whip again?
That wasnt something she wanted to explore.

She heard the door of the hotel room close and she started to slowly
make her way across the floor. Taking small steps so as not to fall,
she was able to get to the closet and kneel down and rummage across the
floor until she found the key. It took a lot longer than she had figured.
Undoing the cuffs, she reached up and removed the blindfold. For the first
time in hours her eyes were exposed to the light. The next thing she wanted to
do was to remove the crotchrope that had been tormenting her for the entire
time. As she stepped back she saw herself in the mirror. Her face was a complete
mess. Cum, sweat and tears were everywhere. Her makeup was running. She looked
like a clown on a bad day. It was then her shock hit her when she saw the
skirt Robert had placed on her after removing hers. It was a micro short
pvc pink skirt. It didnt even cover her stocking tops.

"Fuck me", said Sarah to herself. "I CANNOT go out in public like this".
She slowly walked back across the room and sat on the edge of the bed.
All that was in the room was the laundry bag. No clothes, no nothing.
She took the handcuffs and collar and put them in the bag along with the
blindfold and gag. She had been so used to the gag or having something
in her mouth that she figured she could probably wear it and not even
know it was there. Gingerly she undid the crotchrope and put that in the bag
as well. And then she just sat.

Taking a deep breath, she lied back on the bed and tried to put
together everything that had happened. She had met what she thought
was a wonderful guy on the internet who turned out to be more than
she bargained for. She sucked him several times. She sucked a complete
stranger. She had cum all over her from both of them. There were pictures
out there with her real name and address attatched to them that showed
her just as she was: a cum loving whore. And to top it off, she once
again had to walk 1/2 mile to get to her car.

"At least I have sensible shoes on", she thought to herself as she
tried to clean up most of the cum from her face. She had no makeup with
her since it was all in the bags that Robert took. She didnt want to go
out without makeup since it would be even more obvious that she was a he.
Without being able to wash the cum for fear of the foundation or
eyeliner coming off, she ended up leaving some of it on. You couldnt
really notice unless you were right up close. She got rid of most of
the gobs of their juices.

She again stepped back and couldnt believe she was about to go outside
wearing what she had on. It wasnt bad except for the skirt. The skirt was
just too short and there was nothing she could do to get around that.
She tried to find a way to wear something else, something that was in the
room. But she deducted that wearing a bedsheet might cause a bit more attention
than a short pink pvc skirt.

Checking to make sure the hall was clear, she took her laundry bag
and made her way down the backstair. She knew the path. She knew the
feeling. Across the parking lot, behind the parking lot of Arby's,
across the car repair shop. As she got to the Pizza Hut lot she figured
Robert would've moved her car to the last spot, just like last time.
Only this time, her car wasnt there. At all.  Panic filled her head.

"What the fuck?" thought Sarah as she tried to look around without
appearing frantic or bringing attention to herself. This time around,
it wasnt as easy as last. A carfull of people noticed her near Arby's.
Then on the other side a couple of girls were getting in their car and
stopped and stared. Not every day do you see someone dressed like this
walking around East End parking lots in the small conservative town.

She started to think that maybe he took her car and left her here. She
was beside herself and thought she might start to cry again.

"What the fuck is with this crying?", she tried angrily to argue with
herself. "I dont cry in years and now twice in a couple of hours?"

Just then she heard a car horn beeping. She tried to ignore it, hoping
it wasnt directed at her. But it didnt stop. It just keep beeping.
And beeping. Finally she gave in and looked over and noticed Robert.
The stranger wasnt with him (which Sarah was slightly glad of though
she realized that she never did see his face and that might come back to
haunt her at some point). Robert just kept beeping from the other parking
lot. She wanted to run over and kick him, for leaving her like this, for whipping
her like he did, for sharing her. But she didnt. She just stood there.
Afraid to move. Finally Robert pointed out the window to the Holiday
Inn that was across the road. There was her car, in the very front.

This was both good news and bad news. The good news was that her
car was still here. The bad news was that she would have to walk across
Route 60, which always has cars on it, and into the front parking lot
of the Holiday Inn.

She was too angry and tired of the whole situation to care. She just
started storming across the parking lot she was in. As she got to
Route 60, car after car beeped and she heard some lewd comments directed
her way. She didnt care. She just wanted to get out of there. Finally there
was a slight break in the traffic and she got halfway across to the median.
Another few moments later she was across the other lane and in the parking
lot of the hotel. There were lots of people coming and going at the hotel
as it has many convention centers as well as a popular restaurant. About
half of them noticed Sarah while the other half were too busy with their
own doings to even care. The ones that noticed all stoppped and stared.
And stared. And stared.

Sarah got to her car, tried to pull her pink skirt down to cover her stocking
tops, realized this wasnt going to happen, and opened the door and got in.
She was again happy to see everything still in the car.

As she started the car she looked over to where Robert had been but his
car was now gone.

"I guess he got his free show", she thought angilry as she turned out of the parking
lot, with several still staring at her car from behind her.

It's Not Supposed To Be Like This - Part 1

It wasnt supposed to be this way. When Sarah made the plans to
meet someone it was on her terms. She would be tied, but in her
way. She would be submissive, but only as much as she determined.
She controlled everything. Topping from the bottom. Being a fetish
transvestite didnt allow for much public play, but the idea of the
private playing always turned her on.

She had placed the ad several times. Looking to meet someone
who was interested in a quick hotel adventure. She'd get the room,
get herself dolled up, semi-bind herself (she was an expert
on self bondage) and wait for the person to arrive. Hobbling over
to let him in, he could finish the bondage and use her mouth for
his pleasure. Even in this situation, she used self-releasing handcuffs
so she could get free if she really needed to. She also prided herself
on being a good judge of character and screening applicants to weed
out the psychos and flakes. It seemed perfect and what she wanted.

She had a major fetish for bondage and creative ties and all sorts of
fetish outfits. She had a lot a trouble finding anyone with similar
interests since the area was so conservative. She would've loved to
find someone who was a bondage expert, creative, and would take her
out fully dressed to the local clubs. But that was asking for a bit
much. For now, the hotel scene was daring enough.

Robert seemed the perfect partner. He only wanted a couple of hours
of oral sex and seemed creative enough. They'd emailed for months,
joking and sharing ideas and scenerios. He seemed interested in
her weirdness and added his own fun plans and fantasies. Sarah
felt safe, even having never met him. He said he was married which
would limit their time together. This was fine. Several hours was
enough for ones jaw if it was to be used for constant oral sex.

They met on a wednesday afternoon. Sarah got to the hotel room around
3 and left a message on Roberts voice mail as to the hotel and room
number. She planned for him to arrive around 5 and be out by 7. She
had even considered making another "date" for later in the evening since
she'd be already dressed and with a room, but she decided against it.
She finished getting her makeup ready, super slutty, just as he
wanted and how she liked to look. The 6" heels made her take small
steps as she put the bondage equipment on the bed. Only 5 minutes to
go so it was time to get ready. Having done this scene a zillion times,
it took only a few minutes to get everything in place. The ball gag,
the belt around the arms behind her and the handcuffs in front. She could
walk to the door (taking small steps) and let him in. He'd take the leash
from her collar and finish tying her. Just as planned.

A few minutes past 5 the knock on the door came. It was just as they
had planned. The double knock so she knew it was him. Her heart pounded
with excitement. Even though the scene had played out many times in her
head, it was still a bit overwhelming and the adrenaline burst was
phenominal. She teetered over to the door and caught a glimpse of
herself in the full length mirror on the back of the closet door as
she passed. For some reason Peg Bundy crossed her mind and how she often
minced across the room. This brought a giggle from behind the gag.

She opened the door as best she could with cuffed hands, and let him
in. He was just as she imagined. Gentle looking with a slight glimpse
of evil in his eyes. He took the leash and stood back to survey her
handiwork. The smile on his face showed his approval and made Sarah
blush, coming through even behind the whoreish makeup.

He lead her slowly across the room, taking joy in watching her try to keep
her balance in the heels with her hands cuffed. She noticed the bulge
in his pants and assumed it was just a matter of time before she'd
be tasting this bulge. He had her kneel as he took a couple lengths of
rope from the bed and tied her feet and knees. Robert reached back and
tightened the belt around Sarah's elbows as tight as he could possibly
make. This brought a grunt from Sarah as her elbows were forced tightly
together. She smiled to herself remembering an email from months back
where he promised to do that once he got her inside. Robert then removed
the self releasing cuffs and replaced them with real handcuffs. This
was another thing that Sarah wasnt really expecting though it was in the
fantasy she had written and read a thousand times over and over. This
left her unable to free herself if needed and caused a mild panic in her
stomache. Still, his smile seemed gentle and he was just playing along
with her own story so there was no need to worry. After all, this is
what she wanted.

Robert took another rope and tied it from her elbows back to her bound
feet. As he pulled tighter and tigher, Sarah tried to tell him to stop,
that it was getting painful. But all that evolved from the gag was "mmmpphh".
"Ok", she thought, "he's really getting into this". Finally, he again
stood back and admired his handiwork.

"Quite nice indeed", was his reply. It was then that Sarah noticed a backpack
that she hadnt seem him carrying when he came in. Though he must have been
since it wasnt hers. Before she could complete her thought, his rock hard
cock was right in front of her face. Again she moaned into the gag, which
was then removed. Her hot, painted mouth went to work on his throbbing
erection. She already could taste the precum and could tell he was
quite horny before he'd even gotten there. She assumed that this wouldnt
take long. Just as she felt he was about to cum, he pulled out and shot
a face full of cum all over her heavily made-up face. She tried to catch
as much as she could in her mouth but it went everywhere. She giggled
as she felt a stream across her eyes as she wondered if her eyeliner
had run.

As she was about to make her first statement, the gag was again replaced silencing
any thoughts.

"So, about what you expected?" said Robert. "Mmmppphhh" was all she could
muster from behind the gag.

"Well, I've got a couple of twists for you".

"Good" thought Sarah excitedly. She'd longed to find someone who
was creative enough to come up with things on their own. Things
that could keep her entertained and excited and on edge. And speaking
of edge, Sarah could feel the excitement starting to rise in her
own penis underneath the layers of lace and pvc. She tried to rub her
legs together in order to get some relief, but the ropes held her
completely immoble.

As she went back to thinking about the cum on her eye, she noticed
Robert wasnt in front of her anymore. She twisted as best she could
to see where he was and what he was doing. Turning to her left she
noticed him going through the drawers and she wondered what he could
possibly be doing. Sarah had left her male clothes there as well as
her wallet and keys, but nothing else as all the bondage gear was
on the bed. She tried to tell him this, but thanks to the gag, nothing
was said.

It was then she noticed him going through her wallet. "HEY!" she
tried to shout as instantly she thought she was getting robbed.

"Oh, fear not. I'm not after your money sweetie...." came Roberts
calm reply. Somehow, this calmed her fears even though it made
no sense that he was in her wallet.

"Here we go" came Robert as Sarah tried to see what he fished out of
her wallet. It was her license.

"What on earth?" thought Sarah.

Robert then went back to his backpack and pulled out a camera. "You said
you were a camera slut, didnt you?" asked Robert, commenting on
an email she had written him about loving to get photographed. "And
didnt you make me promise to get a picture of you if I give you a
facial?" came the next question.

The answer to both would have been yes, but Sarah was too puzzled
to nod her head. He must've noticed the puzzled look in her
cum stained eyes as he elaborated slightly. "Oh, this will
be fun. Trust me".

Robert walked over with her license and placed it so that it
the corner was tucked inside the strap on the ballgag. It was
about this time that the light went on in Sarah's head and she
started to frantically struggle. "Mmmmmppphhhh" as she shook
her head side to side, causing the license to dislodge and fall
to the floor. She also decided that now would be a good time
to start to struggle. But all the struggling in the world
wasnt going to loosen any of the ropes or the cuffs.

Robert just laughed as he went over to the bed and picked up the
4" wide leather posture collar. "You told me about this. And how
it would prevent you from moving your head at all. Good idea."
He reached down and undid the regular collar she was currently wearing
and placed the wide collar around her neck and fastened the buckle
quite tight. This collar prevented any head movement as Sarah was
forced to stare straight ahead. "This works even better than you
said", came his next statement. And with that he picked up the license
and tucked it back into the strap on the gag. No matter how much
Sarah tried, she couldnt move her head an inch to dislodge the license.

Robert stepped back and peered through his camera and took several
pictures of his bound captive. Sarah noticed the bulge in his underpants
once again returning and she took some satisfaction that she was
at least turning him on. "And now for the important ones..." as he zoomed
in to get a closeup of Sarah's cum covered, painted face as well as
her licence complete with her real male name and home address.

Stepping back to review the pictures on his digital camera, Robert
smiled at his work. "I'd have to admit, Sarah is a much prettier and
sluttier name than Brian. And to be honest, I know exactly where this
address is. Small world, huh?"

Sarah didnt really know what to make of all this. She knew she was
still turned on as was he. But she wasnt all too happy with him
having pictures of her with her name and address attatched to them.
This was supposed to go her way, not his. It was her fantasy. She
controlled everything. Not like this. The more she thought about it,
the more pissed off she was getting as she started struggling again.

"Oh, relax darling" said Robert as he came back over and removed the gag
and instantly replaced it with his erection. Sarah wasnt in the mood to
suck him, but decided that she didnt have much choice in the matter.
A few quick swats suddenly on her lower back thanks to the riding crop
also let her know her choices were minimal. "That stung more than I thought
it would", thought Sarah as her mouth went back to work on Roberts erection.

This time he took much longer as Sarah found herself distracted at the idea
of why he would want pictures of her license. She figured it was some
sort of blackmail. But why? She'd probably do anything he wanted anyway.
Well, at least she thought she would. After all, its easy to say that
when you're in charge of the situation. In this case, she no longer was.

Between idle riding crop swats and a few hair pulls, Robert brought himself
to orgasm again, this time filling Sarah's mouth with his hot fluid. Sarah
was just finishing up swallowing when the gag was once again replaced in
her mouth. "Geesh, enough with the gag", thought Sarah, realizing that she'd
yet to speak a word through all this.

"Well, I'm glad we finally met", said Robert who had disappeared into the bathroom
to fix himself up. He returned with a small laundry bag.

"I just know he's going to leave me tied up here, that fucker", Sarah thought to
herself. As if reading her mind, Robert said "Oh, dont worry. I'm not going to
leave you like this. There would be no fun in that for me". As his statement
finished he walked around picking up the bondage gear that was on the bed and
put it back into the duffel bags that Sarah had brought. Robert also retrieved
the clothes and wallet from the drawer and returned the license to the wallet.
He packed all of these, sans keys, into the bondage bag.

"Now, heres the deal. I've got a few great pictures of you that would look great
on the internet, not to mention randomly showing up at your work and your house.
But I'm not a mean guy. Just playful. Now I know that you'll do anything I want.
Like it or not. After all, you wanted someone creative. Well, here you go." He smiled
to her as he leaned down and and softly kissed her cum covered cheek.

Looking at the keys, he noticed the car key was a Volvo key. "Since you told me you
parked in back and there were only a few cars back there when I got here, I should
be able to figure out which one is yours. What I'm going to do is put your bag
back into your car and then drive your car over to the Pizza Hut
parking lot. Then I'll walk back and get my car and park somewhere in between and
watch the show."

Sarah was figuring out what he was talking about but didnt like it. Not a bit.

"Since I have your clothes and wallet and they'll be in the car, you dont have much
choice but walk to your car dressed just as you are. If I were you, I'd leave the cum
on your face. It really adds to the outfit and that look. I'll leave you the handcuff
keys and I figure it'll take you 10 minutes or so to completely free yourself. You can
put the ropes and cuffs and collar into this laundry bag and carry that. But you'll
probably have to take the stairs down unless you want to risk seeing someone on the elevator.
Then its out to the parking lot and down several buildings. It shouldnt be too bad.
Though walking past Arby's might be tough since it is right around dinner time. But dont
worry. I'll be watching".

Sarah again struggled with all her might, though it was pointless. Even if she got
free, what was she going to do? She was going to have to walk about 1/4 - 1/2 mile
dressed as a complete whore. Not to mention the 6" heels. The short pvc skirt barely
covered her stocking tops. The makeup was that of a hooker. The cum didnt help things.
And to top it all off, Sarah still found herself intensely turned on. She tried to say
something through the gag but it was just another mumble. Robert just laughed, took the hotel
key, and tossed the handcuff keys on the floor and walked out shutting the door behind him.

"That complete ass", mumbled Sarah as she finished untying the ropes around her
legs. "I cant believe that dick. Argh!" She got the ropes and cuffs together
and put them with the gag and collar and the rest of the stuff and deposited all
of them into the black laundry bag. "Well, at least the bag matches", thought Sarah,
trying to keep her sense of humor. "This is going to be a disaster".

Deep down she always wanted something like this, but never had the guts to do it. Now
she had no choice and she wasnt sure if she was happy or pissed off. Perhaps a little
of both. With Robert having taken the room key, once she walked out, she had no choice
but to keep going. "What if he didnt put the car at Pizza Hut?" thought Sarah panicking.
"What if he lied and once I'm outside I'm stuck and unable to go anwhere??" It was definately
something she did not want to think about as she really hoped that her judge of character
wasnt that far off.

She peeked outside the hotel and noticed no one around. Trying to look as casual as
one can in 6" heels and hooker clothes, she walked slowly across the back parking lot
realizing how much her feet really hurt in those heels. She thought about removing them
but figured that'd look even more ridiculous. As soon as the ridiclous got to her head,
she realized that she had completely forgotten to wash the cum off her face. It'd been on
there so long that she just gotten used to it. "Oh fuck!" was all she could muster. "This just
gets worse and worse. So now I'm a hooker with cum on my face. Ya, the cops would
understand this".

She decided that it'd be best cutting through the back of the parking lots rather than
walking out by the road. Especially considering her latest realization. The ground
was somewhat soft as she got to the busy Arby's parking lot. Again,trying to look casual
she just kept walking. As the Pizza Hut parking lot came into view after the car repairshop
that was closed, Sarah's eyes scanned everywhere looking for her car.

Looking back at Arby's to see if anyone noticed her, she was relieved to see that
no one was staring or following her, her two big fears. A few people noticed the
strange sight but no one was close enough to realize it was a guy or that she was
still covered in cum.

Cutting through to the Pizza Hut parking lot Sarah really started feeling her
heart up in her throat as her car still didnt appear. Finally, as she passed the building,
it was in the last spot on the far end of the parking lot. That realization was
almost enought to bring her to orgasm on the spot. She tried to walk a bit quicker
as she approached the car. Finally, it occured to her to look for Robert since he
said he'd be watching. She tried to casually look around without it being too obvious.
Just as she got to the car she saw him back in the front of the corner of the car
shop and Arby's, in a perfect place to have watched her the entire time. She thought she
saw a smile on his face and even found herself with a slight smile on her own.
Though moreso because she saw that the bag and her keys were actually in the car
and she was somewhat safe. For now.

As she started the car, she checked her reflection in the mirror and couldnt believe
how much cum was on her face. She also couldnt believe how turned on she was at that
very moment.