The Conference, Part Eight

“Mmm mmph!” My attempts at a response came out muffled and completely unintelligible. Thanks to the ball gag, my tongue was restricted to the point where I really couldn’t form a coherent sound.

Larissa wasn’t actually leaving me here like this, was she?! Despite what she was saying, and the fact that I was handcuffed and tied to the bed, I found it difficult to believe that she would do something this extreme. We were supposed to be doing these presentations together. Even before we were paired up for this conference, the plan had always been for this to be a team of two. This little scheme of hers to take on the meetings solo would only get her the bigger commissions if she landed the bigger clients.

Also, I was TIED to a BED. Business aside, this was a lot. Admittedly, it turned me on to some degree, but still.

With that same amused giggle, Larissa said, “Hush. Tell you what. There’s that keynote thing tonight, and then we’re supposed to be networking over drinks. Maybe you can join me for those.” She gently gripped my cock again, which was still fairly hard from how she had just edged me. “Or would you rather stay here all night?”

I couldn’t really talk, so I went the less preferred route and gave an awkward shake of my head. As for her hand, all it took was a single touch for me to be fully erect again. This time, I wasn’t getting my hopes up. I very much wanted to get off, even if she was the one to do it, but I knew for certain that this was just going to be another tease.

“That’s what I thought,” she hummed. Working her hand up and down just enough to ensure my hardness would stick around for a minute, Larissa then let go and presumably stepped back. “Now, wish me luck!”

Not actually possible. I couldn’t even whine or grunt into the gag, as it sounded like any form of protest would potentially end up with me staying like this for even longer. Regardless of how the presentations went without my help, there was no way to sort this out as long as I was in such a vulnerable position. So I remained silent, hoping my compliance would earn me some leniency, even if it would also no doubt further amuse her at the same time.

Larissa was gone less than a minute later, as evidenced by the opening and closing of the hotel room door. Either that, or she had merely done so to make it seem like she had gone in order to see what I would do in her absence. I doubted it was the latter, as it had already been approaching the time we had to leave for our first meeting when I was getting dressed. And now that Larissa was going to do these pitches by herself, she would want to be a little early in order to get things set up without my help.

I gave it a couple minutes, just in case she was testing me. That’s about how long it took for my erection to subside as well. Without her touch or anything else to keep me warm, nothing was keeping me up, plus there was really no reason to stay that way when I wasn’t going to be finding release any time soon. Then I started trying to gauge how well I was restrained, and if it would be possible to get myself free.

Wait, would Larissa have taken my clothes and suitcase with her? That would be a surefire way to keep me in here even if I did manage to untie myself. But where would she put those things? The only place I could think of was some kind of storage behind the front desk. If I was right, I’d have to go down in nothing but a towel to get my belongings back. Also, there were the handcuffs to deal with. Whether she had confiscated my stuff or not, I had to assume the key was on her person.

Which begged the question–Was it worth it to try and escape? If I only succeeded halfway, then Larissa would still have the upper hand when she returned, as well as a reason to ‘punish me’ for not following her rules. At the same time, it was totally crazy to just lie there and do nothing. And for how long? At least two hours, if I remembered the itinerary correctly.

Beyond giving a few tugs to the ropes I was bound with, I didn’t do anything. Not yet. Now that so many thoughts were running through my mind in the solitude of the hotel room, it was at least worth considering some of the potential outcomes. Honestly, the biggest nuisance was the ball gag. The silicone ball and the soft leather were both comfortable enough in my mouth, though that didn’t mean I was used to the feeling of a toy like this.

As for the ropes, my legs were splayed and definitely weren’t going anywhere. I’d have to deal with my hands first, which wasn’t going to be easy when I had both cuffs and ropes around my wrists. It didn’t really matter that I was blindfolded; either way, I wouldn’t be able to see what I was doing with my arms over my head.

After maybe five or ten minutes of lying there and shifting my limbs to explore Larissa’s handiwork, not that I really had any sense of time in my current state, I was starting to feel resigned to my fate. There were too many unknown variables, and the best play at this point was probably damage control. Let Larissa have her fun, get untied and dressed, then figure it out.

Which meant waiting. I was just going to have to make use of the time I was stuck, by brainstorming how I was going to get back at Larissa for this.