Message-ID: <1357eli$9706091610@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: Path: qz!not-for-mail Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: From: linemstr@aol.com (LineMstr) Subject: ruthie's story, Part VI (7/12) (M/f, bdsm) Ruthie's Story, Part VII The next morning, we awoke, and I let her go long enough for her to her womanly things in the bath. When she emerged, I cuffed her behind and put her on the bed, and recuffed her hands to some ankle shackles I brought. She could only lie on her side hogtied. "What if I scream?" she asked, demurely. "Well, do you want the hotel management in here?? Besides, I think I have a very effective gag for you...just to test your willingness to do that....I have ordered room service..he should be here any moment!" "WHAT!!! You are going to let me go, aren't you!!??" she asked. "Why...just a second ago, you wanted them to rescue you...here's your chance!" "But..but..!!" "Quiet!! There's someone at the door!" I replaced the bedcovers over her, with just the top of her hair sticking out of the covers...not even her face showed, and I opened the door. The waiter entered with the table, and, I'm sure to Ruthie's dismay, set the table up right next to the bed. He noticed the hair peeping out of the covers on the pillow, but said not a word. As he was scurrying around setting up, I looked over at ruthie under the covers and shook her foot. "Get up, honey, the breakfast is here!!" I saw a noticeable cringe, even under the covers. "If you don't get out of bed, I'm gonna yank those covers off all at once!" Another perceptible tightening of the ball under the covers..as if she were trying to do something...ANYTHING...to cover herself, even though she was hogtied, and would be completely exposed from the front if the covers were removed. Apparently, my comments caused as much consternation on the part of the waiter as it did ruthie, and he seemed to scurry even faster, not being exactly what was going on, and what was under the covers. He finished quickly, I tipped him, after what to ruthie seemed like all morning, and he went on his way. Ruthie was stone silent as I pulled away the covers. "I guess you didn't take your chance after all...see what I mean about an effective gag?" I smiled broadly. "I do, indeed..but you didn't have to take my threat seriously!" "I didn't..if I had, I would never have let him in," I replied, smiling even broader. "Would you have really pulled off the covers and exposed me to him?" she asked, again very demurely. "I might have....but I just didn't think he was the kind to take the shock well," I smiled. I have done it before, but the sub was blindfolded and couldn't see who was there. It drove her crazy, not knowing which waiter had seen her naked and bound. We ordered room service every morning, but she wasn't bound again. The same guy came back twice, but never let on. The problem was, she never knew which waiter, if any, had seen her that first day. It really drove her crazy! But I forgot to blindfold you, and I have to have the right feeling about the waiter. I didn't like this one so much." "I would have died right there. I almost did anyway, just thinking you were going to do it!" "No, you wouldn't have. You would have been very embarrassed, but you wouldn't have died!" "Do I get to eat??" "Oh, yes...but I'm not going to uncuff your hands," I replied, as I released her from the hogtie and removed the ankle shackles. "OH?? What am I supposed to do, eat from the bowl?" "No, I'm going to feed you breakfast...would you like butter and jam on your toast?" She sat up, I guess thinking this couldn't all be bad, and let me feed her her portion of the eggs, bacon (I guess she wasn't a practicing Jew), toast, orange juice, and coffee I had ordered. After breakfast, I let her loose again to get ready for the sightseeing for the day. We left the hotel into a warm, sunny New York City Saturday. She was wearing a pink light sweater and a short full skirt, knee-high boots, and nothing else. I wouldn't let her wear any underwear at all. There was a slight breeze, and I thought the day with the short skirt and no undies would be interesting indeed! We did the usual NYC things...Rockefeller Plaza, the Empire State Building, World Trade Center, Battery Park, 5th Avenue...and before we knew it, it was 5:00 p.m., and we were heading back to the hotel again....I had plans for the evening, and we had to get ready. I let ruthie do her thing again unencumbered by accouterments, and let her put on her clothes for the club. We were going to a new club that had just opened on the West Side, and had a reputation for NOT being sleazy like most others are. They didn't even allow the black leather / metal stud crowd to go there. Men had to wear jackets..ties were optional..and women had to be in "proper" attire as well...We went downstairs to eat in the hotel lobby, and returned to the room about 9 pm, to put the finishing touches on the dress. I wore a pair of slacks and sport coat and open-collar shirt. Ruthie had on a short, full slip that barely covered her ass. Over that she wore a black semi-transparent blouse and a black short skirt that came down to about 5" above her knees, and, of course, very high black heels....no hose...thong panties...no bra. All in all, it was a very respectable outfit for the street, with the slip underneath, and would be easy to remove for club play later. I brought along my duffel bag of playtoys. We caught a taxi about 9:45, and made it to the club just a few minutes after 10 p.m. We paid our cover charge (Ruthie was free), and entered the club. It had really diminished lighting, but I could make out two bars at opposite ends of a very large room appointed with many varied punishment devices such as a horses, racks, swings, and wheels. The bar served only non-alcoholic drinks, because New York only allows nudity in places that don't serve alcohol. This club wisely chose to eliminate the alcohol and keep the ability to play in the nude. The clientele was much better than I'd hoped for. There were many couples, some single men, and I assume single women, all fairly attractive, and well-dressed. Generally, the place had a pleasant, warm feel to it. As soon as we entered the club, I cuffed ruthie's hands in front, and put her collar and leash on her. I reached up and started to unbutton her sweater. She twisted away, playfully, and I swatted her on the ass. She turned back promptly, and didn't move as I unbuttoned it to between her breasts, exposing the little black slip underneath. As I led her around the big room by the leash, exploring, she got many glances cast her way in a way that made her feel special. I led her over to the bar and got a drink (non-alcoholic, as I said), and took her to a table and just watched for awhile. We sat sipping and watching for about 45 minutes, commenting here and there about the activities. One female sub was in the swing, bound spread wide, naked but for a thong, and was having her tits flogged with a quirt. She was bearing the pain in stoic silence. Another was totally nude on the rack, her back to the room, having her ass spanked by her Master's bare hand. She was moaning loudly. Another was on the wheel, dressed in a bra and thong, being turned upside down and back rightside up slowly ...round and round. Her Master would whip her thighs periodically as she turned. She let out little miniscreams or yelps as the whip would strike. After watching for several minutes...I leaned over to ruthie and whispered, "Are you ready to play?" "Yes." I uncuffed her hands, recuffed them behind, and we got up from the table. I led her by the leash into the middle of the room. I couldn't help but notice she was wobbling a bit on her high heels as she walked this time. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /