Getting into the place we rented last weekend in Chicago was easy. A code gained us access to a key for the front door of the building; a different code into the apartment itself.
Now, we did get up to naughty fun on the final night of our stay: three delightful young ladies found themselves variously slapped, whipped, flogged, caned and paddled. Excellent play: relaxed, spontaneous, fun rather than formal roleplay – but hard fun, too. (Yes, those final 24 strokes of the cane were all very deliberately landed on top of one another on the crease, for example, before the lass in question was left facing the wall with her hands on her head before bed).
And I couldn’t help but think that the access arrangements led to other possibilities for future exploration…
A young woman, tied to the bed, face down. Stripped. Gagged. Blindfolded. A gentleman letting himself in with the aforementioned codes. Entering the bedroom. Using her, roughly, from behind – pulling her hair; not sparing her arse. And then leaving, the girl still bound in place.
But who was the gentleman, and why was he there? Her partner, playing a scene, returning a few minutes later with comforting hugs?
Someone her boyfriend had invited in: “You know him. But I won’t tell you who he is.” Or even: “It’s no-one you know.”
Or a scene gone wrong: the girl waiting for a scene; someone else who knew the codes letting himself in.
And only one gentleman, entering the apartment to take advantage of her? Or would another follow him? And then another…?
Very nice, Abel. I’ve been working a similar theme for a few weeks but you’ve done a better job of it with about 6,000 less words.
I did consider the chances of getting caught if I just stayed there that one last night, knowing the codes still worked. Had I known something like this might happen it might definitely have been worth trying 😉