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Tripping Along the Edge

There are in life about ten million things you should never do. Ten million rules that should never be broken and ten million taboos that should never be touched. Yet everyday someone somewhere does touch them. This is their story…

I got to the hotel room pretty much on schedule, having been slightly delayed by talking to the nice young thang manning the front desk. It was a welcome diversion after the long trip and I was way ahead of schedule, as usual. I dropped my bags next to the bed and flopped down in the one comfy chair the room held. I had asked for their larges room because I needed space to work. Fortunately they had not filled it with extra furniture, just a couch, the chair I was sitting in, and a kind sized bed.  The bed had a solid headboard so I would need to link the restraints to the mattress.  This was fine as I had expected it since most hotels were that way.

My quick survey complete, I set about getting everything ready. I stripped the comforter from the bed and moved the pillows to allow myself room to work.  Seeing as I had the restraints on the mind, I went ahead and fixed them at the four corners of the bed, testing the arm and leg on each side. If someone my size could not rip it out or off, I doubt someone her size would be able to.  After a few final adjustments I put the pillows back and folded the comforter to one side, leaving it on the floor.

Next I stock the fridge. Zero hour isn’t for a while and the drinks would have plenty of time to get cold.  Each one is carefully marked, so that I know which is which and do not hand her the wrong one plus I can ensure she does not get one too many of the specials. I unpack the toys next, putting the case up on the dresser and opening it. Everything is in place but I touch each one anyway: sometimes you have to get the vibe off of each toy to make sure its ready for what awaits. Odd for inanimate objects I know, but the process has never failed me.  Satisfied, I close the case and push it to one side of the tv.

Finally comes the breather mask and its attached hoses. I pull them out and lay them on the bed.  I pull out the bottle, set it on the nightstand and check to make sure it has not leaked on anything. I do not smell it nor do I feel any liquids burning me so I know it made the trip safely.

Satisfied all is in place I go take a shower. I strip down to nothing and jump in the shower, scrubbing the road from my body and getting rid of several hours of sweat. I pop out, finish the hygiene dance, and get dressed: black button down and blue jeans. With my black boots it completes my ‘power’ ensemble. I go into the fridge, grab some bottles, and head out the door.

By the time I reach her work place its almost eleven. The drinks go into a cooler and I walk into the place.  Its like most honky-tonks and I make my way to a table. She is working with a few toothless hags and at least one nice MILF, but my eyes fix on her. Her hair is red today, something Dylan might understand and I am pleased to see it. She said she would surprise me with what she was wearing but the short denim skirt, low-cut top, and seemed thigh highs were not a surprise in the least. The woman could take hints and that made her worth her weight in gold.  I enjoyed the view for a while, imagining what I could do with those voluptuous breasts and hips. Finally she comes over, does a double take and her eyes get wide. I smile back.

“Wow, you’re early.”

I nod. “Beats being late.”

She smiles, looks around, checks her watch. “Have to make a call and finish up, half an hour?”

We have all the time in the world, though she does not know it yet. “Oh yeah, no worries.”

“Can I get you a beer.”

I shake my head I need to stay sober. Whenever you play this game you have to keep your nose clean as long as possible. “Mountain Dew, please.”

She smiles nervously, goes off and comes back with my drink. She then busies herself with the other customers. I watch the late college game on their one big screen tv until a little after 11:30 she comes over.

“Ok, five minutes. Meet you outside?” I nod, drop $6 on the table for her to pay my bill and head out.

Good to her word she is out the door five minutes late, putting her cell phone in her purse as she shrugs on her coat. “Should I drive? I can leave my car here if needed.”

“I’ll drive. We’ll get it tomorrow.” She seems ok with that, though I can tell she is nervous. I could be that guy: the one who promised to make her fantasy come true but instead ends up calling mommy late at night unable to handle an adult situation.

On the other hand she could go to sleep and never wake up. Worse, maybe she does wake up and does not want to.  That’s part of the thrill. For me its watching them squirm, mentally fighting against sanity and common sense. It can be bad for me too though, more than once the girl would flake and you had to be careful, lest she call he cops. Other times, her toothless paramour would show up to ‘watch’. Yeah I don’t do theater people I do art.

So we get in my suv and drive to the deserted place she mentioned. We get out, sit on a park bench, and I hand her the special beer. “Bottoms up!”

Playfully she smacks her own ass. We talk for a while and I can see her starting to slow down. I stay on my first beer but she gets to the second. Five minutes later is the first big yawn.

“Wow, I wonder if I am going to make it tonight.” The beer and the drug have her fooled. She has forgotten why she is here, forgotten this is what she asked for and that’s fine. I collect the bottles and put even the empties back in the cooler. No use in leaving any evidence behind.

I get her into the suv and get her buckled in. She is fading fast and that’s ok, the hotel is close.  I park on the side, use the side door. The cutie at the desk is gone, replaced by an older woman who just smiles. My date waves at her, at this point not even aware she is walking. Into the elevator, up the stairs, to my room. She is heavy now, leaning on my arm.  We get inside and I lead her to the bed, letting her drop on the sheets. In under a minute she is snoring.

I take off my shirt now and take a moment to look at her. Very beautiful. I lean down and kiss her on the lips. Unconsciously her lips respond. Maybe she is having a good dream. I take off her coat and put it aside. I do the same with her blouse and bra, releasing her beautiful breasts. I know I have time so I take a taste and each nipple responds as it should.  Laying her down I strip the shoes and skirt and panties. Moving her up the bed I lay her head on the pillows, restrain each wrist and then do the same to the ankles. I put her pumps back on then and wait.

I turn the temperature in the room down a bit and occasionally tease her breasts and clitoris with my fingers. After forty minutes she starts waking up and I put on the mask now, keeping her from seeing what is going on. I go to the case and get a vibe. I turn it on low and place it against her spot. She is so wet now but I tease her with my finger a little more.

“Hey, that’s no fair.” She says groggily, clearly turned on a little.

I smile. “No it isn’t. None of this is fair, but that’s part of the fun.” I close my mouth around hers, diving my tongue deep inside. She responds like a woman who has never been kissed before. I break the kiss and head back to the case. Inside is a long chain with two padded clips on either end and a circular ring in the middle. I attach the ring to vibe and then each slip to a nipple.

Without a word I begin thrusting the vibrator inside of her, very slowly. Each thrusts tugs on the nipples a little.  She lets out a little moan and I smile again. I place one hand over her mouth and one hand on the vibrator.

“Play time.” I say and I am true to my word.

A half an hour later I get her a drink of clean water. We make small talk, but she is still tied down.  I notice her head is clearer now and she seems recovered.

“Well time for something new.” I say.

She blinks. “Oh?”

I nod and reach for the gas mask. I put it on her and then get the bottle. I drop some of the dark liquid into the small vial attached the mask. Immediately her eyes go wide and she coughs.

“Its ok, deep breaths, it will pass.” She struggles a bit and I can see the panic but as promised, her body starts to feel numb.  Her eyes are flickering and in just over a minute she is out again. I let her breath the chemicals a minute longer and then take the mask off. I unhook her, flip her over and re-hook her restraints. Now she is on her stomach.  Slide the vibe all the way in and put it on a low setting.

She wakes up in five minutes, blinks, and then tastes. I am there with more water. She seems ok, distracted by the vibration in her privates but ready for more.

I go back to the case and take out the flogger. I step over to her and begin lightly hitting her back with the suede. With each hit I am using a little more power. Finally, I can see red marks on her skin and I hear her cry out in orgasm filled to the rim with pain and pleasure. I can see she is near overload so I stop flogging, pull the vibe out and unhook it from her nipples.

Five minutes later I am handing her a black nightgown that goes from shoulder to ankle.

“Wow, for me?” She asks.

I smile, again. I like this girl, she makes me smile a lot. “You had the courage to do this, to reach out for something others don’t. It’s the least I can do.”

She leans over and kisses me, no longer a victim or afraid of her own desires. “I’ll sleep with the stockings on.” She whispers. Another smile comes to my lips. She knows what I like. It gets her things. Her delicate hand touches me. “Then we can take care of this.”

“Cool.” I watch her walk into the bathroom as I sip my last good beer. Later she is as good as her word and I get some release. Then we sleep. The next morning I am gone but not before one last kiss. I’ll be back here again though.