Reserving an overnight stay was simple.  I received a reply within the hour confirming the availability of the date and a few friendly comments welcoming me.  I didn't pay them much mind.  One can travel so often, as to become somewhat jaded with making travel arrangements.  But then she also apologized for being on the premises during my stay as she did not have plans to be away on the date I reserved.  She inquired if my preference would be to have the whole house to myself, and I assured her it was not necessary.  She promised she would be practically invisible and provide my every comfort.  And that is where this story takes a bit of a turn.

 

The date of my stay soon arrived.  Knocking at the door of a quaint older home I was surprised to see a lovely woman of a certain age with a sweet, shy smile, classy and elegant.  Her voice drew me in... "Welcome to The Manor."

She showed me around and led me to my room.  I had every amenity I could ask for, even a robe and slippers for wearing to the shared restroom.  And then I was left alone to unpack and unwind.  A fine bottle of wine and glass on the side table.

 

The strains of piano music could be heard in the distance.  I recognized it as a Brahms Intermezzo. A well known piece, made popular to non-classical fans in some Tom Selleck movie.   I laid back on the bed to listen and relax, and fell into a deep sleep.  I woke up starving.  Leaving my room and finding my hostess downstairs, I asked for her recommendations for dining nearby.   Even invited her to join me and we had a terrific time out.  Great conversation.  She was a really interesting, vibrant companion.  A welcome respite from the typical 'find the closest place and eat alone' scenario in my travels.  She suggested I would enjoy dessert back at the house, claiming she had just the thing for my sweet tooth, and I could enjoy that bottle of wine.

 

Back at the house we headed back to my room to retrieve the wine, when I noticed the tree with coils of rope hanging from its branches in my room.  Seeing my curiosity, she stated, "I have unusual interests."

"Tell me more," I encouraged her.

 

In a flash of a second, my hands were bound together and she grinned up at me..."Surprise!"

And in the next moment my hands were pulled up and behind my head, as she secured the rope to my body.

"Wellllll," I laughed nervously.

Placing one hand on my chest and slowly inching me back into the wall, she murmured, "I like men.  Powerful men. Confident men.  Men with character."

"Thank you," I stammered, still a bit surprised.

 

"Now, how about that dessert?" she asked, totally diffusing what was becoming rather uncomfortable for me.  Unsure of her intent, and ....errr...becoming rather aroused with her attention.  "Yes," I blurted out, "that sounds like a good idea."  However, she did not release me from my binds, and instead quickly secured me somehow to points on the wall hidden by a curtain.  I had to speak up, "What ARE you doing?"  Laughing some more.

 

"Oh darling," she looked into my eyes.  "Exactly as I wish."  And proceeded to strip off her panties and stuff them in my mouth, before she left the room.  I couldn't move, and just tried to catch my breath, thinking she's just having a bit of fun.  I saw the twinkle in her eyes.

 

I heard the piano music off in the distance again.  I love that piece, but was distracted as she returned and placed a tray of some decadent chocolate-y thing in front of me.  Wondering what she would do next, I waited quietly.  To my surprise, my clothes were slowly removed, as she admired and caressed me.  Really, what guy doesn't want some hot, older gal having her way with him, but this was a bit surreal.  When she got to my shirt, opened a few buttons, and slipped her hand inside over my bare chest, I could feel the heat emanating from her.  My eyes were half-closed in the pleasure of being touched in such a way, but immediately gasped as I felt something cold touch me in a place a deep shocking cold should never go.

 

What she did next with me and to me with that dessert was both disturbing and damn sexy, that is, after she finally removed her panties from my mouth.   She was so devilish and full of mischief.  The women I knew didn't have this confidence or sense of .......what was it?  A commanding, yet very sensual way about her.  I should be very clear and share that it never occurred to me that I was in danger, like some stories I had read about unwary travelers at BnB's in the news.

 

She reminded me that she had promised to provide my every comfort, and unbound the ropes from the wall long enough to urge me to lay down on the bed.  

"I also promised you I would be practically invisible."  And at that point she quickly pulled a hood over my head.  Before I knew it, she had me positioned on my stomach, and was securing the ropes on my wrists to the bed and adding binds to my ankles, so that I was bound spread-eagle to the bed.  The bounds were inflexible, but her touch was amazing and soothing, as the strains of a minimalist composer's music that I recognized seemingly floated above.  I was totally disoriented by the hood.  Everything happened so fast.  I must be tired, I thought, for I was practically submitting to her every move.

 

Remembering her words, "exactly as I wish," I realized I was basically her captive to be toyed with, and frankly the rest of the night was a blur. 

 

Punctuated throughout the night was the haunting piano music, almost as a mantra or a sensual symbol of her as she came and went, along with an assortment of orchestral music...and activities, so to speak.  She was certainly knowledgable of her music, as each piece seemed to be chosen to set the mood for whatever she had planned for me.  For instance, the powerful beat of Carmina Burana and her rhythmic impact on my body brought to mind a paganistic ritual for a high priestess with her sacrifice.  Yes, that's how I felt, for she kept me locked in my room and completely at her mercy.   

 

More than once I fell into a deep sleep from exhaustion after she explored me in ways I had never experienced, only to be roused by the now hypnotic sounds of the piano music, followed by a soft caress or a murmuring in my ear,  "No, no, darling, I'm not through with you yet."  I never thought myself to be a kinky fellow, but the things she showed me and subjected me to were pushing me over the edge.  I was deep in a space where I craved the intensity of her touch and the sensations she elicited from me, as the night went on.

 

I woke to the smell of coffee brewing and moved to sit up, when I realized my wrists were not still bound to the bed.  Had I dreamed it after all? 

I called out, "Hello?  Joyce?"  A few moments later she knocked and entered, smiling and bright-eyed, with a tray of coffee and pastries.  As I heard the familiar piano music in the background,  she greeted me.  "Good Morning, how did you sleep?"

 

 

 

Does this sound like an appealing overnight business trip for you?

 

These restrictions apply:

 

A consultation will be required and the scene will be negotiated with consensuality, clear boundaries, and safe words a priority.

Check-in and check-out time are negotiable.

Hours of sleep are negotiable.

A package rate will be offered once all the particulars have been discussed, starting at $1450.

 

I will look forward to making your stay most enjoyable.