The key to room 369

[zi****]

She didn’t know what to expect when she found the envelope slid under her hotel door. Inside: a black keycard, a red silk ribbon, and a note.

“Room 369. Midnight. Wear nothing but the ribbon.”

She smiled . i always knew how to surprise her.

At 11:55, heart pounding, she stepped into the elevator, the ribbon hugging her body like a secret. The hallway was quiet. She tapped the keycard and stepped inside.

The room was transformed. Candles flickered. A padded cross stood in the corner. Rope coils, leather cuffs, blindfolds, and polished metal toys rested on a tray like a gourmet spread. She swallowed hard, excited.

I emerged from the shadows, wearing nothing but black jeans and a harness that crisscrossed my chest. “You came,” i said.

“I always do,” she smirked.

Without a word, i spun her gently, untying the ribbon and letting it fall. I cuffed her wrists behind her back — soft leather, snug but secure. Then came the collar, a sleek, velvet-lined band with a D-ring.

"Red if it’s too much," i reminded her. She nodded.

I guided her to a bench and strapped her in, ankles spread. From the tray, i picked a stainless steel plug, cool and curved, coating it with warm lube. Her gasp filled the room as it slid in, snug and perfect.

Then came the vibrating clamps, one on each nipple, pulsing in sync with her breath. I controlled everything from a wireless remote increasing s***d, switching patterns, letting her ride the edge of sensation without falling over.

But i wasn’t done.

I pulled out a wand the kind that promised no mercy. I circled her thighs, teasing, until she begged.

She lost count of how many times she came sometimes with a scream, sometimes with just a tremble. And when i finally released her, gently wrapping her in a blanket, kissing her forehead, it felt just as intimate as the rest.

“I should leave mysterious notes under your door more often,” i whispered.

She laughed, eyes still closed. “Only if they come with restraints.”

[Ar****]

Very very nice