The desk clerk showed no interest in me crossing his lobby at two o’clock in the morning and I found his room shortly after. It was on the ground floor by the pool. I knocked on the door, no one answered, maybe he had fell asleep. I knocked again. "It’s open." It was his voice, but there was an undertone. I opened the door, the room inside was dark except for the lamp on the dresser, it was on but had been covered by a towel so the light only pooled in front of the dresser. He was in there somewhere. There seemed to be a darker shadow over by the window. Was that him? The shadow spoke. "Come into the light." He said. I obeyed. After a pause he said, "You still dressed?" I almost smiled but then I realized that there was no bantering in the voice. It was hard, flat and impersonal. I knew then what it must feel like when he said, "You are under arrest."

I s...

Our complete library is reserved for full members. To read the rest of this great bondage story, upgrade.

However, all users can read today's featured story.