It began with a dare, two gin and tonics, and the largest ball gag Lena owned.

It was a grand, beautiful old building, like something you saw in Europe, with a beautiful view of Central Park from their room. It was large, spacious, far too luxurious than Nadine would’ve felt comfortable accepting from anyone other than her job.

It was a grand, beautiful old building, like something you saw in Europe, with a beautiful view of Central Park from their room. It was large, spacious, far too luxurious than Nadine would’ve felt comfortable accepting from anyone other than her job.

She was glad she’d been able to work this hard, rise in the ranks and earn her way to a party like this. Lena, Nadine’s girlfriend, was so excited — every time they’d talked about it at home, Lena’s eyes would light up like beautiful, swirling stars.

“I can’t believe they’re springing for this,” said Lena. She was a petite woman with long, raven black hair, and sharp features that fit best on a supermodel. She was wearing a nice summer dress, bright blue, which revealed her shapely, toned legs.

Nadine watched her walk into their room, hauling her suitcase, full of amazement at the king-sized bed, the small table with chocolates on it. 

“Oh my god, there’s a rose!” Lena said, pointing to the bright red flower lying on the pillows. She grabbed it and unfurled the note wrapped around it.

“To Nadine Xu and Lena Deslauriers,” she read. “Thank you both for coming to our hotel. Please ring for help if you need any assistance, and congratulations on the celebration.” She held out the note, awestruck. “They wrote us personalized notes?”

“They must’ve done that for everybody,” Nadine said, sheepish. Where Lena was bubbly and gregarious, Nadine was quieter, more reserved. Her own dark hair was cut into a bob that framed her face nicely, and she was quite tall, about six feet by her own reckoning. She considered herself beautiful in a serene, confident way, with softer facial features and a less angular face.

“But still, we’re in this ritzy, 5-star hotel, and we got a note?” Lena asked, breathless. She hopped on the bed and kicked off her flats, leaving them in a pile by the bed. “Nadine! This place is amazing.”

She leaned forward, laying on her front, her chest spilling out through the front of her dress. Her eyes took on a fiery, hungry look. “Thank you for bringing me, my love. We’re going to have a great time.”

“I hope so,” Nadine said, eyeing her girlfriend, lust building, but she pushed it back. “Celebration tonight, sightseeing tomorrow. Let’s take it one step at a time.”

I’ll have you later, Nadine thought. But her thoughts were hard to keep private from Lena, who saw the desire and the possessive lust in Nadine’s eyes and rolled her hips, her ass on the bed a bit, grinning. Nadine wanted to throw the schedule away — meetings, shmoozing be damned, she wanted to grab Lena by the hair, hike up her dress and fuck her until their eyes glazed over.

Nadine shook her head, frustrated, and began to unpack. Unlike Lena, she’d opted for sweatpants and a hoodie for their plane ride, and she needed to shower and change into something more presentable before she went down to meet her bosses.

“Wow, check this safe out,” Lena said, exploring their room further. “It’s really old!”

Nadine turned and Lena was on her hands and knees, her thighs revealed, along with her lacy black underwear —

Keep it together, Nadine

— while she messed around with a massive old safe that was hidden under a coffee table. Inside was another note.

“It still works,” Lena said, skimming it. “Hand me your stuff.”

“I need it still,” Nadine said. “But when we go out tomorrow, we can use it to store the valuables.”

Lena closed it, but Nadine didn’t like the look in her eyes. This was her look when she got Ideas — these Ideas were what led to nights that were wild in their conception, but also risky, like the Dinner Party Incident.

“Sure,” Lena said slowly. “Can you hand me that smaller suitcase? That’ll go in there. I don’t want anyone poking around in it.”

“What’s inside?”

“Oh…you know,” Lena said, wiggling her eyebrows.

“Lena!” Nadine said, mortified. “You brought that as a carry on! Security probably saw all the…oh my god!”

“What?” she asked. “You don’t even know what’s in there. And even if you were to guess what I have in there, they’d think I was the freak, not you.”

“We travel together!”

“Yeah, but who cares? People see strange things all the time, and none of it was metal.”

Nadine threw her hands up. “You are checking this bag next time.”

“Yes, mistress,” Lena said with a wink, before she closed it in the safe. Nadine grit her teeth, biting down the temptation.

“I’m going to shower and change. Find me a good outfit,” Nadine said.

“As you wish,” Lena said, stalking up to her partner. “But if I pick something a little more revealing, know it’s for my pleasure, not for anyone else’s.”

***

The party was incredible. Glass chandeliers, champagne flutes, speeches, the works. Nadine wore a nice midnight-blue suit to the party with an eggshell-colored top, complete with the loafers.

But Lena stole the show, in Nadine’s eyes. She wore a purple dress that hugged her body in all the right places, giving ample attention to her soft, muscular thighs, her calves, her ass and her breasts. Her hair was pulled back in a slick ponytail, and she hung onto Nadine’s arm the whole night, batting her eyelashes at anyone who would dare to look at her and think anything other than god, you’re beautiful.

At the end of the night, when most people had left the party, Lena was finishing her second gin and tonic in an hour, and she had that mischievous look she wore when she was about to get herself into trouble.

“What’s up?” Nadine asked. She was nursing an old fashioned, and she was quite buzzed. Lena leaned over and whispered, her soft breath caressing Nadine’s neck and ear.

“I think you’re needed up in your hotel room,” Lena said, her words languid. “Something happened while you were doing your work duties, and you need to address it.”

Nadine felt her lust spike. She looked back, staring deeply into her girlfriend’s eyes, and learned everything she needed to know. She slammed the old fashioned back, and they went upstairs.

***

“It looks like a bandit came through!” Lena cried, swooning, a hand to her forehead for dramatic effect. She spun on her pumps until she came to rest on a chair that was placed in the center of the room, which she draped luxuriously on. Bunches of white rope lay in ordered stacks nearby.

Nadine was slow on the uptake, but she knew exactly where things were going. She shut the door and put the “Do Not Disturb” sign on the outside. 

“So who came through?” Nadine asked. Lena rolled her eyes.

“A bandit! She came in and tied me up, and demanded to know how to get into the safe,” Lena said, motioning at the ropes. “She wanted at our valuables. She tortured me in…some interesting ways.”

Nadine froze, unsure. “Am I…” Lena’s eyes brightened, as if to say, yes. That was all her girlfriend needed.

Nadine grabbed the ropes and bound Lena’s arms to the chair in a flash. Lena gasped as Nadine wound the ropes around, relishing the heat coming off her body, the little movements as she twitched with anticipation from the ropes touching her skin. She turned her head to look at Nadine, who jerked her head the other way. Lena moaned softly, but her head stayed straight forward.

Next, Nadine worked on her legs. She crossed Lena’s left over her right, and bound her ankles to the chair legs. Her left was bound to the right leg, and her right was bound to the left. Nadine straddled her as she bound her thighs together, then her midriff.

“You better start talking,” Nadine said, lowering her voice, seductive and dangerous. She wrapped some ropes around Lena’s breasts, tugged and let the fibers scratch at her and bite at the bare skin she caught through the plunging neckline. Lena let a little gasp out, a soft moan.

When she was done with that, she reached under Lena’s arms and grasped her breasts, and squeezed her nipples. Lena rocked in the chair, feeling the sensations rip through her like lightning.

“Gag me,” she whispered. “On the dresser. Once you do that, I’m yours.”

Nadine turned, and a massive white ball gag, the same color as the ropes, sat, waiting. She grabbed it, but before she put it on, she grabbed a discarded scarf from their dresser and wrapped it around Lena’s eyes. Lena moaned.

“I won’t tell you how to get into the safe,” she said. “My girlfriend will kill me if I give you the combina-MMPH,”

Nadine shoved the ball into Lena’s mouth, and Nadine was impressed by how easily her jaw spread to accommodate the gag. It filled her mouth to the point that she couldn’t see her teeth, and Nadine tightened it.

She stepped back to admire her handiwork. Lena pulled on her binds, unable to move, her manicured nails tapping along the chair’s arms, her thighs flexing as she pulled on the ropes tying her to the chair legs, pumps clacking against the wood on the chair ever so often.

She was trapped. Immobile. 

Nadine’s.

Off in the corner, the suitcase that Lena discarded was wide open, and it all sorts of implements.

All sorts.

“Now,” Nadine said, running her fingers up Lena’s thighs, into her underwear, and up into her pussy to soft moans from her captive, “we can begin.”