The Hotel. (F/FF)

Postby kim_bowie » Mon Jun 07, 2010 3:24 am

(If you have not read Taken Hostage by Father's Ex-Girlfriend, Debbie and I meet again, or The Compound, start there. Also, don't be afraid to leave comments. They keep me innovative on this site.)

The car ride seemed to last at least an hour until I saw a sign that read Exit 117 to Elizabeth in 2 miles. "Is that where we are stopping?" I asked. "Yep, sure is, we're gonna get a room at the Hampton Inn under one of my phony credit cards, that will keep the investigators guessing." Debbie insisted. "They said you were a domestic terrorist and blackmailed rich people that you stole information from, and that you had a daughter named Beth that helped you with the capers." Debbie looked at me and smiled, "I don't know where they got the Beth thing from cause I don't have any children of my own, and they put way too much emphesis on the whole blackmailing thing." I looked kind of stunned at her and thought that I best try to bring up that conversation later.

We pulled into the Hampton Inn, checked in, parked the van, and brought our things upstairs to the second floor. The room was very boring with tan walls and dark green sheets similar to Debbie's old Buick. "Go take a quick shower and change Kim," she told me. "I gotta make a quick phone call to my contacts," she smirked. I brought my bag into the bathroom and checked my cellphone which had no new text messages or missed calls, which again proved to me that Dad didn't care that much about me. I stripped out of my clothes and hopped in the shower for around ten minutes. After getting out I changed into a white tank top with a white bra and slipped on another pair of Poise panty diapers to give Debbie a thrill. Another pair of blue jeans slipped over my exposed diaper bottom and a quick round with the blow drier meant I was done with the bathroom.

I opened the door to find Debbie sitting at the edge of the bed watching tv. "You look cute," she said. I smiled. Not a second later a knock came on the door. Debbie quickly shot up and answered it. A very young and attractive maid with blonde hair walked into the room with her supply cart. She looked desperate for money as if she was in college too or perhaps had a young one at home. Debbie had also laid several hundred dollar bills by the nightstand. After a few minutes of Debbie chatting with the new maid about how long we were staying she tried to slip a few hundreds down her shirt.

"Hey, you can't just steal from us!" I yelled. She pushed me onto the bed and did the same to Debbie. "Looks like you two need to keep your mouths shut while I clean up a little." Debbie and I were quickly led by the unarmed maid to two chairs at the end of the room and were sat down in them. The maid pushed the chairs together and began to tie us up back to back with the chairs. I knew this was all Debbie's idea but I wasn't complaining as the maid began to kiss my crotch and feet.

More to Come...

Re: The Hotel. (F/FF)

Postby Nicole » Mon Jun 07, 2010 4:56 pm

haha nice.
but im a little confused. how can this be debbie's idea if she is also being tied? u shud have the maid let her go so they can both torment kim.
its good, but i think u should describe how they are tied.
keep it up. can't wait to read more. :D

Re: The Hotel. (F/FF)

Postby kim_bowie » Mon Jun 07, 2010 6:25 pm

I understand your concern Nicole. The character Kim feels as if Debbie is involved with the plot, no real evidence is presented except Kim's intuition. The bounds will be explained more in detail in the next section, don't worry.

Re: The Hotel. (F/FF)

Postby kim_bowie » Mon Jun 07, 2010 7:26 pm

Part II

As the bounds around Debbie and I were being tightened by the maid I had a sneaking suspicion that Debbie was behind this whole scheme. When we were first shoved into the chairs are hands were pressed up against the backs of them and with the ropes becoming secure it was becoming impossible to move. I was getting turned on big time.

The maid began to kiss my feet and my crotch and began to slowly unbutton my jeans. "Aww, looks like someone wears a diaper," the maid said as she uncovered the soft white undergarment as she kissed without reservation. "Debbie is this the new girl that you called me about?" the maid said. "Yeah, that's Kim." Debbie replied. "Alright, I'm untieing you and we gotta talk about the two guys following us." I looked stunned at the maid as she cut the ropes with a knife and started yelling at Debbie. "Listen Beth, I just wanted a good fantasy to play out for Kim and I and you go and have to ruin it with business!" "Hold on," I said still tied up. "You said you didn't have a daughter named Beth." "Well, I had to lie for a while Kim, sorry." Debbie said quickly to me. "Listen Beth, I need to go out and see if Mendel and Jones are parking their cars around this town and to fetch some extra supplies. Please keep an eye on Kim." Beth nodded. Debbie grabbed her white purse and left the room in a huff.

Beth began to untie me and an awkward silence ran through the air. "So what are you, Debbie's new favorite or something?" Beth said in a pissy mood. "I just like to get trapped and go on adventures sometimes, I didn't know any of this was going to these extremes." I said. "What music do you like Beth?" "Why the hell are you asking that Kim?" "When I get nervous that's always what I ask people to break the ice." "Well," Beth said, "I like Tony Bennett and Dean Martin, Michael Buble, mostly the crooner singers, Why? What do you like Kim?" "I like punk and glam rock like the Clash and David Bowie as well as Bob Dylan, but the list could go on forever." We both shared a laugh.

"Here's how I break the ice," Beth said. "Do you like torture Kim?" I froze. What was I supposed to say? "I'll try anything once Beth and I trust you if Debbie puts trust in you." "Hmmm...Let me think of something terrible to do to you." Beth smirked as she plotted.

More to Come...

Re: The Hotel. (F/FF)

Postby Plueschbabycd » Tue Jun 08, 2010 12:48 am

Hallo Kim I like your stories. I like how open you are for diaper only for fun. Most would say that can be don, that is for most a big taboo. :) Even I need them on medical reason I more open to it. :D
Andrew
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