Since I'm a switch, I can see the following fantasy with male/female roles reversed. Even though I like being sub, I enjoy M top/F sub stories much more than f/M...
The Fantasy:
She walks to the reception desk of the upscale hotel and asks if there are any messages for Natasha Jones. The clerk hands her an envelope. She walks to a private area and breathlessly opens the note.
"Room 436. Enter at 5 till 4. Be in the bathroom at 4. Exit the bathroom only wearing a towel."
She finally takes a breath. Is she really going through with it? Sure he seems like a nice guy over e-mail and his mostly anonymous pic showed a wiry & hard body. But she's going to be completely helpless in a stranger's hand if she goes through with it. He's paid for the hotel room and so his credit card info is in their hands. So this offers some protection, right? And anything that happens will be in a relatively public place, so he can't just keep me there. But it still requires a lot of trust.
She takes out her cell phone and dials her own number. "This is Carolyn. I'm going to meet a guy I met on the internet. It's 4 pm on Wednesday at the Hyatt, Room 436. His cell phone number is 555-3493" She turns it off and puts it in her car.
At 3:55, Carolyn opens an unlocked room 436. It's a nice room and there are already 4 velcro ties attached to the corners of the bed. She opens a bag and puts her favorite toys on the bedside table. Then she moves into the bathroom, hot with anticipation as the clothes leave her beautiful breasts and shapely firm body. Carolyn wraps a towel around her naked skin. It's time. She opens the door and walks out.
Suddenly there is a hard body behind her, hand over her mouth, arm around her breasts.
"Shhh. Open up." She complies and a small ball gag gets lodged in her mouth. He guides her hands behind her back where fur-lined cuffs restrain them in place. Then he softly explores her body, hands moving up and down, unwrapping the towel to reveal the flesh beneath. The bulge in his pants is obvious as it rubs against her skin. Carolyn can barely stand as the stranger's hands caress and knead her breasts.
Ummmph, she exhales through the ball gag as she's pushed onto the bed. Strong hands tie her ankles to her wrists. She's on her side in a hogtie, naked, while he moves in front of her and begins to strip. He pulls off his shirt to reveal wiry athletic arms and a muscular chest. He's down to underwear when he moves in on her struggling form, hands and mouth gliding across her naked skin. A blindfold enters her view and then her helplessness is complete.
After what seems like an eternity of pleasure, her ankles are drawn to corners of the bed. Soon, her wrists are released and are drawn to the opposite corners. She is tightly spreadeagled, moaning as oil begins dripping on her body, lovingly smoothed into her flesh...
As her car leaves hotel parking, Carolyn smiles. She is exhausted but still glowing from one of the most intense sexual escapades in her life.
- Dr. Vladimir (e-mail: VladPotemkin <at-sign> yahoo.com)
