The Business Trip

Author: dallasbndgguy
Title: The Business Trip
Date: 24 March 2013

I had been chatting online with a guy who was in a town that I knew I had some business trips to in the next year. We had talked on the phone and become pretty comfortable talking about our mutual interests and everything. We both liked the ideas of subtle bondage... control in public that the participants would be keenly aware of but that the casual passer buy would have no idea about.

When my first biz trip came up that took me there with some free time on one evening we set up our first meeting. The preparations were simple on my end, be at my hotel and follow instructions. I was told that there would be a box at the front desk when I checked in. I was to get the box, not open it till I called him, then wait 20 min before opening it. I was rock hard with the unknown and the anticipation of what lie ahead for me that night. I took the DHL box up to my room and could hardly wait till the elevator stopped and I got into my room to call him and tell him that I was there and had the box in hand.

He also asked which direction my window faced. He told me that he would be in the parking lot in 20 min and he would call me when he had arrived. I literally was dripping with anticipation for the next 20 min till my phone rang. His warm, masculine, voice had a steadiness about it that communicated his control of the situation. He told me to take the box and go over to my window before opening it. I went over to the window and pulled the curtains back as he instructed before opening the box. I knew he was down there in the sea of parking looking up at me... a random window in a random hotel along a random interstate outside of Washington D.C. that no one else was probably noticing except him.

Inside the box was a collection of clothes and cuffs and other gear. A yellow thong, a steel cockring, a small chain about 15" long, an open padlock (no key), a pair of handcuffs (again, no key), a small butt plug, a white t-shirt and a pair of jeans--my waist size but with the left pocket cut out. I carefully laid out all of the contents on the bed closest to the window and put my phone on speaker. His baritone voice continued with my instructions. I was to stand in front of the window and slowly take off my shirt, slacks, shoes, everything. When completely naked, in front of the window, I was told to put on the cockring and insert the butt plug before putting on the yellow thong--a size too tight in my opinion. Then I was told to lock the small chain around my neck with the open padlock... so that it fit me like a steel collar, permanent till my new, unseen master unlocked it.

Still standing in front of the window, his voice commanded me to pull on the jeans and the t-shirt he had provided, then my socks and boots. Standing in front of the window through out this process, staring into the black window, unable to see him, but knowing he could see me my cock was bulging in the tight yellow material, the cockring un-needed and only adding to the swelling of my dick.

Wondering what was next and how my evening was to play out with my new master, I was lastly instructed to open my jeans and to secure one end of the handcuff around the base of my cock and balls. Very specifically, he had me ratchet the cuff closed so that the cuff was inside the thong, with the material passing through the cuff, and the cuff behind the steel cockring. In hindsight this had the effect of making it so that there was no way I could slip my cock and balls out of the handcuff or get the cuff off without taking off the underwear. Next I was to fish my left hand through the pocket of the jeans where the bottom of the pocket had been cut out, and to lock the remaining cuff to my wrist. Then the final command... come down stairs and he would pick me up in the hotel drop-off.

I was completely at his mercy. I didn't have the keys to any of this, so there really was not turning back at this point. I took my hotel key with my free hand and headed toward the elevator. Walking down the hall I was acutely aware of the plug, the chain, and the cuff that were all completely hidden from view. Every step, my left wrist would pull on the base of my cock and balls. A little bit of pressure every step from the cuff pulling on the strap of the thong, then pressing the butt plug in deeper with each stride. I caught myself in the mirror of the elevator landing. Amazingly, I looked completely normal... clean cut all-American guy, blue jeans, t-shirt, with his hand in his pocket... walking out of the hotel to meet his friend for the evening. My master for the evening took me to dinner at a diner a couple miles away. He parked a couple blocks off and we walked the rest of the way. I felt like everyone was looking at me in my completely helpless and perverted predicament, but no one was even looking twice. Only my new master and myself were aware of his complete control over me that evening at dinner. I spent the meal facing the new challenge of eating one handed... and I was rock hard throughout the dinner, before I was returned to my hotel and given an envelope with the keys to my freedom that night.

NOTE: true story... and my first attempt at writing it down. DallasBndgGuy@gmail.com for comments. Thanks!