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Thank you all for your comments. The Las Vegas chapters are not done yet and I am working on a surprise. You will just have to wait for it. But in the mean time, here's a new chapter.
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Chapter 61

“What you mean with they already left?” Elsa asked.

There had been two pairs of eyes eagerly looking at me when I walked back in the hotel room. They were still lying on the floor as that was the easiest position to be in.

“They checked out earlier this morning.”

“And they took the keys with them?” Elsa asked, sounding a little annoyed.

Ignoring their looks, I sat down on the bed, checking my phone. I noticed I had received a few requests for loads, but I still wanted to take Elsa out for a hike and with the Nascar races this weekend, I was not in the mood yet to do some trucking. Normally I could not wait to leave home again, as trucking meant I was making money, but with Elsa around, things had been slightly different.

“You will just have to try again with the hairpin.” I said to the cuffed women on the floor, offering some useless advice.

“We have been trying that since you left us. No luck.” Wynonna said, sounding irritated.

I watched them from the corner of my eye working on getting free of the cuffs and failing miserably. Alana had made it look so easy. Elsa had been the opposite. When she was cuffed in the casino, while Alana was taking a shower, she had failed to escape and now was much the same result.

“Today is Thursday, if we leave in the morning tomorrow for Searchlight, Wynonna will be in time for work. We can load up the items that Denise gave us for Alana and be at the races on Saturday. We’ll drop by the Fremont Street this evening to see Alana and pick up the tickets she has arranged. That means we have about 3 hours left. Is there anything you want to do until we leave for Fremont?”

“Yeah, get out of these cuffs and shower.” Elsa grunted.

Both women were trying to escape the cuffs, switching between them using the lockpick, but with no luck. It was somewhat funny to see how the frustration level increased over time. I figured it was probably not the best idea to let them know that I had the keys already, so I had to come up with an excuse.

“Let me go and check again.” I said, getting up from the bed and walking to the door.

“Why don’t you just give us the keys?” Wynonna said.

I looked surprised at my ex on the floor.

“Why do you think I have them?” I asked.

“Because of the way you react. You played this game before with me, and it might be years ago, I remember how you reacted when you had cuffed me to the train tracks in the desert and pretended you did not have the keys and would have to get them.”

“He did what?” Elsa asked, looking at Wynonna.

“He can show you the spot where he cuffed me when you guys go on that hike, as you probably go to the old railroad trail.”

It had been indeed my plan to follow the railroad trail, as it was interesting, but I could not remember I had cuffed Wynonna to the track. But then, we, or maybe I should say I, played lots of games with her, and she indulged me.

“You have the keys?” Elsa asked me.

I sighed and retrieved them from my pocket and handed them to Wynonna.

“And he wonders why I turn to you.” Elsa said to Wynonna.

Both women unlocked the cuffs holding them together and Elsa disappeared into the washroom for a shower. Wynonna put the cuffs and the keys in the box on the table, while I sat down at the same table.

“You are an idiot.” Wynonna told me. “You have this wonderful woman who loves you and who let herself being put in situations a normal person would never agree too, and you keep doing stupid stuff. In that sense you have not changed much since we were together. You did stupid things then too, that’s one of the reasons why we broke up.”

It was hard to hear her say that.

“You are a great guy, Jack. And I know Elsa likes you very much, but don’t push her away or take her for granted.”

“But… but she was holding hands with you, kissing you, cuddling with you, I thought I was losing her.”

“We did that to see if you would step up and work on your relation, win her over, and I do not mean tie her up and keep her gagged till the end of times. Really show her, and me to some degree, that you want this woman in your life. I am happy for both of you, the two of you are great together, but it will require work. Especially after being together for a while. You have so much still to learn about Elsa and she wants to learn about you, so give her a chance and don’t be an asshole.”

“Who’s an asshole?” Elsa asked, walking, still nude, out of the washroom, a towel wrapped around her long blond hair.

“I am.” I said, getting up and walking over to where Elsa was standing and looked her in the eyes. “I am sorry.”

I knew I said it before, and I knew it sounded corny, but I meant it.

“I was wondering if I was losing you, but I did not know what to do about it. I even felt jealousy when I saw you and Wynonna hold hands and kiss. I know we have been here before, and we talked about it. I want you in my life, I want you in my life as much as possible. Without you my life seems empty.”

A tear ran down my cheek. I meant what I said. Not being in a relation for a while caused me to forget how relationships work.

“Being alone makes you focus on yourself a lot and I am not used to having somebody around. It is so easy to slip back into that mode of thinking again.”

Elsa stepped closer and kissed me full on the mouth, her firm naked breasts pushing against my shirt.

“Yes, you are an asshole.” Elsa said, grinning. “But your mine, but don’t get all clingy now, I don’t need that.”

Her statement made me laugh as I probably would have done that. We hugged and kissed some more, until Wynonna started to cough.

“Get a room, will you.” She said, laughing. “We have a show to get to soon.”

I did feel better and finally let go of Elsa, although I did still not like the fact that I got a talking to by my ex, even when I deserved it. Nothing like that would have been needed if I was just better at reading women, I figured.

“I’ll change.” Wynonna said. “I still have a few dresses I have not used.”

“Anyhting for me?” Elsa asked.

“I bet we can come up with something.” Wynonna replied, which to me meant that I could do whatever I wanted as it would take them 2 hours to get ready.

To my surprise, when I walked out of the shower 30 minutes later, both Wynonna and Elsa were ready to go, and I had to say that both looked hot. Wynonna dressed in a silver metallic choker mini dress. It left one arm and shoulder free, while the other one was covered. It was snug and clung to her body like a second skin. The material was very shiny, and the pair of silver 3-inch heels made her look taller than she was.

“Wow.” I said, grabbing my clothes and putting them on, but looking at Wynonna.

It was clear she was not wearing a bra, and I was not sure if there was any other underwear hiding. If it did, it was not much. Based on the light shine I could see; she was wearing skin-coloured stockings. Her hair done up in a single braid at the back of her head.

“Thank you.” Wynonna said, seeing how I stared at her.

“Euh, hello?” Elsa inquired, looking at me, indicating that she was also dressed.

“Sorry…” I stuttered.

Elsa’s dress was a simple black and deep red party dress. The flower pattern on the left side of the dress contrasted nicely with the black of the dress and shiny black horizontal stripes added sparkle. The dress ended at her breasts, leaving a generous amount of cleavage to look at, with two thin straps running over her shoulder. It was simple, but hot, and the black string shoes added to the effect.

“Nice.” I said, walking up to her, taking her in my arms and kissing her.

“Oh, here we go again.” Wynonna sighed.

Elsa had her blond hairs in a ponytail, which I loved, and I thought it worked well with the dress, which I told her.

“Oh, sucking up are we. You have a lot of that to do, buddy.” Elsa grinned.

“Shall we go, otherwise we miss Alana’s show.” Wynonna said, keeping an eye on the time today.

At least somebody did. Elsa hooked her arm in mine, and we walked to the elevator, Wynonna close behind. Both women were wearing small purses and I had, as usual, my wallet in my pants pocket. When we got to the ground floor, a group of students, based on their t-shirts they were Nascar fans, were waiting to register and when Elsa and Wynonna walked by, their eyes got wide, and they stared at us. We could feel their eyes following us to the door, where we grabbed a waiting taxi and headed to Fremont Street.

“Do we know what escape Alana is performing?” Elsa asked.

“No, I don’t think they have a schedule. I searched the website of the casino, but there was nothing more than a mention of her in one of the articles.”

“It is just an act, and they do have acts all day long.” Wynonna added to the conversation.

The taxi dropped us off at the Golden Gate Casino, but instead of walking inside, we walked towards the Fremont Experience. We were early for Alana’s segment, but the girl singing was good, and she gave a good show, so we danced a little to her songs, as were many more people watching the show. Time flew by and soon the singer was done, and the curtain closed.

“Ladies and gentlemen, Alana, queen of the escape.”

When the announcer was done, the curtain opened and showed Alana sitting on the top of a glass tank filled with water. Bubbles rose from the bottom. The tank was 6 feet high and 3 feet wide.

“Ladies and gentlemen, Alana will escape from this tank of death, while being handcuffed at wrists and ankles, while she has to hold her breath. If you want to join in, hold your breath when Alana enters the water and see if you can hold your breath as long as Alana can.”

Two male assistants dressed in skimpy glittering costumes showed the cuffs to the first row of people watching along the stage, showing they were real cuffs, while Alana just sat on top of the tank. She was dressed in a miniscule black two-piece bikini and had her blond hair in a ponytail. She looked at the crowd and when she noticed us, she gave a quick nod. In the meantime, the assistants were done showing the cuffs and placed them on Alana’s wrists and ankles. I had seen this trick before from different artists, but instead of cuffing Alana’s wrists in front, they cuffed them behind her back, which made it look more difficult.

“She is flexible enough to quickly get her hands to the front.” Wynonna said to Elsa.

“But it looks more dangerous.” Elsa grinned.

Alana nodded she was ready and dropped in the water of the tank. She struggled with the cuffs, while the assistants locked a lid on top of the tank and added 4 locks, one on each side. Alana played the crowd until the assistants raised a light-yellow cloth that hid the tank from view. A bright light lit up behind the tank and the contours of Alana were visible against the cloths. You could see the shadow of Alana struggling. The struggles seem to get more desperate and people around us started to sound worried.

“All show.” I told Elsa.

At least I thought it was, but even I got worried when the shadow slowly sunk to the bottom of the tank, not moving anymore. People around us started to call out and the two assistants looked at each other with fear on their faces.

“Turn of the light.” One of them called.

Moments later the light went out and the assistants dropped the cloth, revealing an empty water tank, and Alana sitting on top, free of the cuffs, but soaking wet.

“Ladies and gentlemen, Alana, queen of the escape.”

The crowd cheered and clapped, the curtain closed, and the next act was announced. We made our way to the rear of the casino, the same entrance where Alana had entered the building last time. We did not have to wait long before Alana showed up, a towel wrapped around her hair.

“Great escape.” Elsa said.

“Thank you.”

We went through the process of obtaining badges again and followed Alana to her dressing cupboard, you could hardly call it a room.

“Was it as dangerous as it looked?” Elsa asked.

“No, there is a risk, but I am being monitored from behind too, so if something would go wrong, they can get me out very quickly. We train for those events. Most of what you saw is recorded footage. By the time the light goes on, I am already on the top of the tank. Would you like to try?”
Alana looked at Elsa.

“Euh, maybe some other time.” Elsa replied, sounding not convinced.

“Just kidding. The casino would not let you. Based on all the escapes I do, this one is spectacular to look at, but is simple. Yes, I must escape the cuffs, but that is easy as I showed this morning.”

“Not that we could do it.” Wynonna interjected.

We all grinned.

“I have an appointment tonight; I need to discuss the shows for the weekend at the racetrack, so I can’t join you tonight. We have some fun things in the planning, so make sure you are there.” Alana said, handing me 2 passes for the races.

“Might mean you won’t get tied up again.” Wynonna grinned.

“Yeah, I would never have escaped that. Dominique was determined to keep me tied up.” Alana replied.

The seats were very good, not as great as what Mandy had arranged, but still very good seats and since they were free, I could not complain.

“Thank you.” I said, putting them away. “We’ll head over to Searchlight tomorrow and pick up your stuff and we’ll bring it along on Saturday.”
We said our goodbye’s and Alana guided us to the exit.

“We’ll see you Saturday.” Elsa said before we left the casino and headed back to the Fremont Experience.
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Yet another fantastic chapter, [mention]slackywacky[/mention]. Having read it, I keep thinking, what a wonderful friend Wynonna is to Jack. Her taking Jack down a peg was very touching. I may even be ready to believe that Jack might man up. Let's hope so because Elsa is clearly besotted by him.

Your description of Alana's escape was first rate writing. It felt like I was there and I found myself holding my breath. Thank you for this story and for this chapter.
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What a rollercoaster. From the emotional turmoil of jack fearing he will lose Elsa, to him finally opening up about his feelings.

Then as a bonus, a wonderfully written escape as part of a Las Vegas show. This story has it all.

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wolfman wrote: 2 years ago This needs to be a netflix series.
I have to wonder what the story would be like after netflix mangled it.
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I really liked this chapter, despite the lack of bondage. Hitchhiker is such a good story as it really develops the characters as persons, giving them personalities, flaws, and weaknesses. There's a lot of tension and emotion while the stakes are not very high. It is human, and although things have been forgiven, this is "living happily ever after" tale, and more is yet to come.
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This whole chapter was exquisite. And as [mention]Beaumains[/mention] wrote: Your development of the Characters is imho outstanding. The Way Wynona confronted Jack and made him face the truth, that Jack found the Courage to open up to Elsa? One of the many highlights of this Update. You have a very good hand for inventing Characters and bringing them to life. I am looking forward how the relationship between Elsa and Jack will develop in the future, [mention]slackywacky[/mention]
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Again, this is an amazing story. The bondage aspects are amazing to read and the way the relationships go is really good as well. I'm wondering what will happen with future trucking needs, and maybe when Elsa has to return to her home if that ever happens.
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amazing story. Just completed it till here. With google for the Swedish words :D
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Thank you all for your comments, it really is inspiring to see them. Below is the next chapter.
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Chapter 62

“What are your plans for the weekend?” Wynonna asked me while we drove into Searchlight.

We were up very early in the morning, well, early compared to the last few days, it being 8 AM by the time we got to Searchlight. The old light blue Ford Tempo was not the best-looking car around, but it seemed mechanically sound and was easy enough to drive. Wynonna was driving, I was occupying the passenger seat.

“I figured I get the items for Alana, do some laundry and head back to the hotel late afternoon, early evening. We have the hotel room till Monday, right?”

“Yes, although we have been asked not to have to wild a party in the room or the pool area.” Wynonna grinned while steering into West Hobson Street. “If you want, you can use the car. I don’t need it; I normally walk to work.”

“Thanks. Yes, please.” I replied.

Taking the old Ford was better than having to drive the Mack into Vegas as I did not have a separate car of my own, since I was hardly ever home, and it would just sit collecting sand.

“Let’s drop off Elsa and then you can drop me off at my place.” Wynonna said, while stopping at my trailer.

Nothing much had changed, except for a layer of sand on top of the truck, which is not uncommon with a dessert all around you. I would have to run it through the truck wash before heading out.

“Sounds like a plan. Any objections, Elsa?

“Hmmmpppfffff.” Elsa grunted from the rear seat.

Dressed in black tights, with a lot of sparkles on them, and a black Golden Gate casino sleeveless t-shirt, she was lying hogtied on the rear seat of the Ford. At first, I had considered leaving her in the hotel room, but it would be several hours before I would be back and I thought that was too long to leave her tied and gagged alone, so I decided for the next best thing, keeping her with me, but still tied and gagged. There had been some complaints when I explained the plan, which were quickly silenced by a ballgag.

“Sounds good.” I grinned, reacting to Elsa’s gagged complaints from the back seat.

Since I had now planned on keeping her tied up for the trip, I had tied her arms in a box tie, which would not be too uncomfortable for a few hours. I had started with a long rope, hanging the ends evenly on either side of her neck, wrapping it several times around each arm from her shoulder to her wrists. With her arms folded horizontally behind her back, I ran both ends over her shoulders, pulling her wrists up to her shoulder blades. Not an extreme tie, but her fingers could still touch the bottom of her shoulder blades. Crossing the rope in front, I ran them under her armpits back to the central point at her back. Instead of creating bands of rope above and below her breasts around her torso, I took the left rope, looped it around the top wrap of the rope around her arms. I did the same with the right rope, looping it around the top loop on her left arm, much like you would lacing shoes. From there I ran it to the second highest loop on the opposite arm, pulling the ropes tight. This caused her arms to be pulled together. I kept repeating it for the other 2 loops around her upper arms, pulling the rope tight, which caused her upper arms to be pulled towards each other.

“Interesting.” Wynonna had stated as she looked at the way I had tied Elsa.

Tying off the rope outside of Elsa fingers, I took another rope and now I created the ropes above and below her breasts, cinching the bottom ropes on either side of her torso. I knew Elsa would not be escaping this any time soon. It was interesting to see the look she gave me when I turned her around on the spot, making sure the ropes were neat.

“You look hot.” Wynonna told Elsa, who gave her a little nod, the ballgag preventing her to talk.

At that point we were still in the hotel room, around 6:30 AM, and we were getting ready to leave for Searchlight. Wynonna grabbed a light coat from her suitcase and draped it over Elsa’s shoulders, mostly, but not completely, covering the bondage. It did not cover the ballgag, but I figured we only had to go to the garage. In the end the covering up was for naught, as there was nobody in the hallway, elevator, or garage. The hotel cameras would have picked up the gag, but only if there was somebody watching, and I knew that in most hotels without gambling areas, there was no active monitoring other than a few monitors behind the reception area. When we got to the car, after Elsa got onto the backseat, Elsa’s legs were tied at ankles and knees, and she was hogtied, reasonable tight. That’s how she was transported back to Searchlight.

“Thank you for taking me along.” Wynonna said. “It made me forget for a while.”

I nodded, getting out and unlocking the trailer. Being dumped it not easy and I was glad I could distract her for at least a few moments. It was warm inside the trailer, as the airco had been turned off while we were out, so the first thing I did was turn it on. Luckily the unit was oversized for the trailer, so I knew it would not take long before the room would be cooler. Walking back outside, I noticed that Wynonna had untied Elsa’s hogtie. Her legs were still tied at knees and ankles.

“You want her to hop inside?” Wynonna asked me.

“Sure.”

While Wynonna was helping Elsa wriggle out of the sedan, I brought in the laundry, quickly loading the machine, and starting it, before returning to the livingroom area. I caught the last few hops of Elsa to the couch, where she sat down.

“Hmmpppfffff.” Elsa mumbled, looking at Wynonna.

“Sorry, luv, I am not releasing you.” She said to the Swedish blond.

Elsa sighed, knowing she would stay tied a lot longer if I was the only one around.

“I’ll drop off Wynonna and I’ll be back. Behave!” I told Elsa, although I did not expect her to listen.

To guarantee that she did not get into too much trouble, I hogtied her again after laying her face down on the couch. This caused my beautiful blonde to complain in her gag again, but I ignored her and tightened the connecting rope tight, arching her back. I knew she would only have to stay in it a short while.

“Let’s go.” I told Wynonna.

Before leaving, she kissed Elsa on the gag.

“Hope to see you again soon.” Wynonna said, before walking out of the trailer.

Before stepping into the morning heat, it was going to be a very warm day again, I glanced back at Elsa for a moment, before following Wynonna to the car, making sure I locked the trailer door, remembering what happened last time I left her tied in the unlocked trailer.

“Let’s go.” I said after getting into the car, this time in the driver’s seat.

The drive down to Wynonna’s place did not take long, Searchlight is not that big, and after parking near her front door, I opened the trunk of the car and got her bag out and carried it into her house.

“Thank you.” She said after I put the bag on the floor.

As had been the case in my trailer, Wynonna’s house was warm too. I walked back to the door, wanting to head back to Elsa.

“Hey.” She called after me.

She walked up to me, wrapped her arms around me and kissed me on the mouth, pushing her body against mine. Smelling her faint perfume, feeling her body pressing against mine brought back memories from when we were together. We had broken up because our plans had not matched, not because we could not stand each other. I bet that if I had not wanted to be a truck driver, we might have still been together and maybe even have a family.

“I need you.” She said, pulling my shirt over my head and undoing my belt and unzipping me, which caused my pants to drop to the floor.

Her hands roamed over my body, my mind racing, my body wanting, just as hers was. Forgotten was Elsa tied up in my trailer, at least for that moment, as lust took over. Wynonna slowly moved down my body kissing me. I could feel her hard nipples poking my body whenever she pressed her tits against my skin. I pulled her shirt over her head, grabbing her black hair and pulling her back up, allowing me to kiss her hard on the lips, tongues playing with each other. My mind brought me back to just after high school when we got together. We had sex in all kinds of places, being adventurous, although in hindsight it was probably Wynonna who was the adventures one, I just followed along. I had been the adventurous one when tying her up and I knew deep down that she probably just indulged me to do that to her, but I did not care.

“Fuck me.” The woman in my arms told me.

My body already showed that it was planning on just doing that, as my manhood was standing erect. She let go of me just long enough to pull her own pants down, before pulling me to the couch and on top of her. It was as if the years had never past us by and we fell back into a rhythm we had so many years before.

“Aaaarrrggghhhhhhh.” Wynonna let out a muffled cry when she came, muffled because I was holding my hand over her mouth as I remembered how loud she could be.

I kept up the movement, trying to extend the orgasm she was having and pushing myself to that same point, which did not take very long. When I tried to move a little, not wanting to keep my full wait on Wynonna, I turned the wrong way and found that there was no more couch to lean on and since I was still holding on to Wynonna, we fell of the couch onto the floor. Funnily enough that movement caused my body to end up on the bottom and Wynonna to be on top. She lifted her upper body, her knees on either side of my waist, and started to grind her hips on my dick, causing it to react.

“Enjoying it?” She grinned, feeling my body react.

Over the years I had forgotten some of the things she did, but it was obvious that she had not as she brought me to a second orgasm, teasing and pleasing me at the same time. My body tensed when I came, before she worked herself up, using me, to another orgasm.

“Maybe this was not such a good idea.” I said when we were lying on the floor next to each other, cuddling.

“Who cares. I wanted it and judging by your body, you wanted it too.” She replied.

There was not much to say to that statement, as my body had indeed shown all the signs. Only now my mind remembered Elsa, hogtied, and gagged in my trailer. Wynonna was not my girlfriend anymore, that had ended years ago. The Swedish blond was in my life now and I felt guilty for betraying her yet again.

“If you think Elsa would have stopped me from doing this to you, you would be wrong.” Wynonna said, looking at me, seeing the expression on my face. “I wanted this. Not that I had planned it, but when you walked to the door, ready to leave, heading back to her, I knew this might be the last chance I would have for a while, so I took it.”

Looking into those eyes that I had loved for a long while, I nodded. Maybe Elsa did not like it, but I could understand Wynonna’s thought process.

“If she asks, I will tell her.” I said, as I did not want to lie.

“If you want, I will tell her.” Wynonna grinned, while her left hand played with my dick.

“I should go.” I said, rolling away from Wynonna, knowing that if I did not do that, we would go for another round.

“Okay.”

Grabbing my clothes and putting them back on, while Wynonna cleaned herself up, I walked back to the door. This time she did not come after me but looked at me from the other side of the room.

“I’ll miss you.” She spoke.

“We’ll be in touch.” I replied.

I had on purpose said we instead of I. Trying to get my mind focused on what I needed to do. After closing the door and getting back into the car, I drove back to my own trailer, parking the car in front of the trailer again. The front door was still locked, and I found Elsa almost at the same spot where I had left her. Instead of being on the couch, she was lying next to it on the floor. Whether she fell off or moved of it, I did not know, but she had a smile on her face.

“What did you do?” I asked.

Elsa just grinned. Picking her up, I placed her on top of the dining table, as it would be easier to untie her that way. The gag was first.

“Stop.” Elsa told me. “Let me service you, master.”

That last word had been said, at least I thought it did, with a hint of sarcasm.

“Oh, you want to, do you?” I grinned.

With Elsa now laying on a hard surface, only her waist and hips were on the table, the rest of her body was arched. Both her shoulders and knees were well of the table surface. I had indeed tied her tight. Grabbing a short rope, I weaved it through her long blond hair, before tying it off to the ropes around her elbows, pulling her head back. She looked perfectly positioned for what she had asked for.

“You sure?” I asked.

She wanted to nod, but the tight ropes did not allow for that.

“Yes, master.”

It had been a while since she called me that and I was still not sure whether she was mocking me or not. For now, it did not matter, after pulling Elsa to the edge of the table, I lowered my pants and although it had not been long since I had sex, it seemed I was getting used to doing it more often, as my dick was stiff again. It turned out that the table height was perfect, and Elsa could take me in her mouth. Her lips and tongue working on my member, driving me to another orgasm. I did not withdraw when I came, forcing Elsa to swallow, whether she liked it or not. There were a few grunts, but nothing major.

“Is my slave happy?” I asked, keeping in line with her wording earlier.

“Yes, master. Thank you, master.”

We both grinned.

“Good. You will stay tied like this until we get back to Vegas.” I told her.

“Like this, master?”

“No, not like this.” I replied.

Grabbing the ballgag that had been in her mouth before today, I stuffed the gag back into her mouth and buckled it. Buckling a strap with her head pulled back was a little harder, but I managed, although it looked very tight when I was done, the ball was pulled deep into her mouth. Although it looked very sexy.

“Hmmppppfffff.”

I figured she did not like it, but there was nothing she could do about it. Leaving Elsa on the table, I walked to the laundry room and did the second set of laundry, mostly Elsa’s stuff. After that was going, I walked to the kitchen, and made a sandwich.

“Want a sandwich?” I asked Elsa.

“Hmmppffff.” She grunted in reply.

“Okay, maybe later than.” I grinned.

That caused a few more grunts from my tightly tied prisoner. It was clear, since I could not understand anything, that the gag was indeed tight. After putting my food and a drink on the coffee table, I moved Elsa from the dining table onto the floor next to the coffee table, so I could see her while I ate. It gave Elsa the option to move onto her side, although it was not easy, she did manage. She moved around a little, which was also not very easy, until she could look at me again, while I enjoyed the food.

“Only a few more hours to go, my slave.” I grinned.
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Beautiful 'Chapter - again :) And a very hot one! The Tying-Up Sequence of Elsa I enjoyed especially !
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Good to see you back posting updates! Very well done. The ties were simple, but nothing more was necessary. This chapter was about Jack and his feelings, and I hate to admit, but I think he was in the wrong again. He cheated and was not honest to Elsa. She may call herself slave, but she still has feelings and expectations of Jack.
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Beaumains wrote: 2 years ago He cheated and was not honest to Elsa. She may call herself slave, but she still has feelings and expectations of Jack.
Yep, that Part I found difficult to understand too.
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Beaumains wrote: 2 years ago ... This chapter was about Jack and his feelings, and I hate to admit, but I think he was in the wrong again. He cheated and was not honest to Elsa. She may call herself slave, but she still has feelings and expectations of Jack.
I have to agree with [mention]Beaumains[/mention], [mention]slackywacky[/mention]. Jack did wrong and Elsa deserves better.

I also agree with [mention]Caesar73[/mention]. Your description of Elsa's tying was very nice. Jack has a lot going for him. He really should straighten up. Or, if not, just pass Elsa on to me. :lol:
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WOW!!
I've just discovered your novels and I am speechless! It's amazing!
I've tried to write similar stories myself, but I don't have enough patience and always end it up after a few pages ;)
Your work is realy great and I am not sure if I should give you any suggestions, but maybe one of the next heroines picked up by our trucker would be a young masochist - it could wake up a little (or even big) sadist in him ;)
He could use on her much larger ball-gags, in sex-shops in Las Vegas he could purchase some leather and latex discipline hoods, armbinders, nose hooks, ass-hooks, nipple-clamps, whips, floggers, etc., which he can use on her in even more stringent bondage positions ;)
I am looking forward to read next chapters of your four novels :)
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Awesome update
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Gor007 wrote: 2 years ago WOW!!
I've just discovered your novels and I am speechless! It's amazing!
Thank you, I appreciate the comment. Glad you like them.

And with regards to the suggestions, a writer writes about things he likes and even though I can be a sadistic bastard at times (just ask my partner), I would not write about it. My stories reflect me and that is the reason why you don't see certain items in my stories.

Suggestions are always welcome, I just don't always follow up on them ;)
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Beaumains wrote: 2 years ago She may call herself slave, but she still has feelings and expectations of Jack.
The slave game by Elsa is more a way of teasing him than a real master/slave relation. Occasionally this thing shows up in the story, but Jack also stated that he was not looking for such a relationship, it is pure fooling around.

And talking about fooling around, yes, Jack should have walked away from Wynonna, but there is history between them and that changes things. There will be some more soul searching coming, but that will be a number of chapters in the future. First I am working on a few special chapters.
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Great update. Love the Elsa tying sequence. I enjoyed the Wynonna and Jack moment of passion. They have history and sometimes old habits die hard. Shows a human element to the stories. I hope to see more of Wynonna in the future. I always did enjoy the parts where Elsa is tied up and Jack is fooling around with another woman. Was hoping for a "what happens in Searchlight, stays in Searchlight" comment. Ha.
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slackywacky wrote: 2 years ago First I am working on a few special chapters.

I am looking forward to them and I am curious what you will present us with :)
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Caesar73 wrote: 2 years ago I am looking forward to them and I am curious what you will present us with :)
You will have to wait a little, but it soon will become clear.
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I can just write it every new chapter: This is one of the top stories on the whole board, and my personal number 1! It's well written, has so much more than "just" Bondage, it has sex scenes, love scenes, every new chapter is a surprise. Keep up the great work!
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Just letting you all know that I have a week off and I am doing some DYI, so no time to write this week as I am too exhausted at the end of the day.
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