The First Timer, part 3.
"Okay," I said. "I'm in room 212. Give me half an hour."
My mind began racing. All of my regular kit was packed away in a duffle in my bedroom closet at home. Ropes, toys, lubes, cuffs, etc. Throwing my coat over my head in lieu of an umbrella, I went out to my truck to see if there were anything there I could use, and I saw a battered milk crate full of old ropes and tie-down straps. Some of them were still serviceable, but just frayed enough that I no longer trusted them to hold down loads on the highway, and a quick sort turned up half a dozen 8-foot straps in good enough condition.
I brought them back to my room and inspected the bed. Like every hotel room bed I had ever encountered, this one was simply a mattress on a closed wooden box, with a 'headboard' that consisted of a decorative panel nailed directly onto the wall. Not a single anchor point available. So I passed one of the straps under the bed at the top and another over it, using the hasps to cinch the straps firmly across the top of the bed, then I covered it with pillows. The room included a heavy armchair in one corner, and a small round table with two kitchen chairs in another, so I dragged the heavy armchair to the foot of the bed and passed another strap underneath the heavy, short legs of the chair. Not ideal, but it would do.
Just as I was done, there was a knock on the door. When I opened it, I was mildly surprised to see the two young women. Deep down I had expected that they wouldn't show.
"April," said my prospective partner, shaking my hand. "And this is Emilie," she indicated the other.
"Dez," I returned.
"So okay," said Emilie, "what happens now?"
I folded my arms across my chest and assumed my Master demeanour. "You," I pointed at Emilie, "sit at that table in the corner, and stay there. Do not move or speak until I say you can. Understood?" She nodded and moved in that direction.
"You," I pointed at April, "put your purse down and go stand beside the bed, facing it".
She complied, and I could see that her hands were already slightly shaking. I went and stood behind her inspecting her. She was wearing a yellow bandeau top and snug yoga pants, both of which would slide off easily. I pulled her arms behind her. She was quite flexible. I put her arms in position with each hand grasping the opposite elbow. I took one of the straps and looped it over her arms, pulling the length through the hasp and cinching it loosely, then passed it around her forearms repeatedly along the whole length. When about half of it had been wrapped I then tucked the strap under itself and began passing it back and forth around her upper arms, eventually tucking it off. I had kept all the wraps slightly loose, but when they were done her arms were held quite securely. I then wrapped a tie down strap around her lower legs, wrapping it around from her knees to her ankles.
"Hey, what gives?" she asked. "Aren't you supposed to take off my clothes first?"
I stepped close behind her, placing my hands on her shoulders. "You will speak when spoken to, understand?" I let my hands slide forward to the sides of her throat. Giving it a squeeze and holding it, just for a moment, I added "And you will address me as Sir, until we are done, understand."
As I released my hand, she nodded, beginning to tremble.
