p>So... here I am. Nervous, in front of hotel room 238. Wearing a silky black dress with sexy lingery underneath. All exactly like he told me in his very precise instructions. It’s exactly at a quarter past three. I have no clue what will happen now, but the door is slightly open and I enter the small hallway, wondering why the next door is closed.
Softly I close the door behind me. There’s no way back now. Just as I’m about to knock on the wooden door in front of me, I see a little note. ‘Good girl, you’re here’ it says. And: "Undress and come in. Just wear lingery and heels. No t...
p>So... here I am. Nervous, in front of hotel room 238. Wearing a silky black dress with sexy lingery underneath. All exactly like he told me in his very precise instructions. It’s exactly at a quarter past three. I have no clue what will happen now, but the door is slightly open and I enter the small hallway, wondering why the next door is closed.
Softly I close the door behind me. There’s no way back now. Just as I’m about to knock on the wooden door in front of me, I see a little note. ‘Good girl, you’re here’ it says. And: "Undress and come in. Just wear lingery and heels. No talking." I feel nervous in my stomach. Why doesn't he welcome me? Is he even here? My heart is going crazy in my chest. My pussy is tingling. What if....
I’m a good girl, so I do as I’m told. I take my dress off and check if my stockings are on the same hight. They are. I can’t think of any reason to wait any longer, so I take a deep breath and enter the room. Phew... The room is light and there’s a big bed in front of me, inviting me to play around. I can’t help my smile. I like to play, so that’s what I do.
I enjoy myself and when I want to feel a bit more cosy, I wrap myself in a white sheet. I like feeling the fabric around me and I curl up to relax for a bit, but I don’t get time for that. Is playtime over? Maybe...
Without saying a word he ties my hands together and he wraps the sheet around my legs, very tight. He uses rope to keep the sheet in place and to prevent me from moving my legs. After a while he also wraps the fabric around my upper body, as tight as possible. Rope is pressing into my upper arms and into my ribs. It’s a slow mummification process and it’s getting harder and harder to move. I like being restricted like this. It’s warm in here and being in this tight white thing makes me feel... exactly like that. Like a white little thing. I’m slowly changing into a cocoon. Just a shape, nothing more than a random object.
Just as a part of my consciousness notices that it’s getting dark outside, my head is covered in a white pillowcase and I feel myself disappearing into nothingness. Rope presses the fabric of the pillow case against my eyes. I’m double blindfolded and can’t see a thing. He squeezes my jaws, so I open my mouth. From now on the rope me to keep my mouth open. When I exhale, I immediately feel my warm breath coming back to my skin. I don’t hear anything apart from my own breath. Slowly I’m floating away in a white world that swallows me whole. Breathing gets harder and I start drooling. I sink away even deeper. Nothing I can do, apart from surrendering to whatever comes next. So here I am, in this small white world.
