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ruthie's Story
By LineMstr

Chapter 7

The next morning, we awoke, and I let her go long enough for her to do her
womanly things in the bath. When she emerged, I cuffed her wrists behind her
and put her on the bed, then recuffed her hands to some ankle shackles I
brought. She could only lie on her side hog-tied.

"What if I scream?" she asked, demurely.

"Well, do you want the hotel management in here?? Besides, I think I have a
very effective gag for you... just to test your willingness to do that... I
have ordered room service… he should be here any moment!"

"WHAT!!! You are going to let me go, aren't you!!??" she asked.

"Why... just a second ago, you wanted them to rescue you... here's your
chance!"

"But… but..!!"

"Quiet!! There's someone at the door!"

I replaced the bedcovers over her, with just the top of her blonde hair
sticking out of the covers... not even her face showed, and I opened the door.
The waiter entered with the table and, I'm sure to ruthie's dismay, set the
table up right next to the bed. He noticed the hair peeping out of the covers
on the pillow, but said not a word. As he was scurrying around setting up, I
looked over at ruthie under the covers and shook her foot.

"Get up, honey, the breakfast is here!!" I saw a noticeable cringe, even under
the covers. "If you don't get out of bed, I'm gonna yank those covers off all
at once!"

Another perceptible tightening of the ball under the covers… as if she were
trying to do something... ANYTHING... to cover herself, even though she was
hog-tied, and would be completely exposed from the front if the covers were
removed.

Apparently, my comments caused as much consternation on the part of the waiter
as it did ruthie, and he seemed to scurry even faster, not being exactly sure
what was going on, and what was under the covers. He finished quickly, I tipped
him, after what to ruthie must have seemed like all morning, and he went on his
way.

ruthie was stone silent as I pulled away the covers.

"I guess you didn't take your chance after all... see what I mean about an
effective gag?" I smiled broadly.

"I do, indeed... but you didn't have to take my threat seriously!"

"I didn't… if I had, I would never have let him in," I replied, smiling even
broader.

"Would you have really pulled off the covers and exposed me to him?" she asked,
again very demurely.

"I might have... but I just didn't think he was the kind to take the shock
well," I smiled.

"I have done it before," I told ruthie, "but the sub was blindfolded and
couldn't see who was there. It drove her crazy, not knowing which waiter had
seen her naked and bound. We ordered room service every morning, but she wasn't
bound again. The same guy came back twice, but never let on. The problem was,
she never knew which waiter, if any, had seen her that first day. It really
drove her crazy! But I forgot to blindfold you, and I have to have the right
feeling about the waiter. I didn't like this one so much."

"I would have died right there. I almost did anyway, just thinking you were
going to do it!"

"No, you wouldn't have. You would have been very embarrassed, but you wouldn't
have died!"

"Do I get to eat??"

"Oh, yes... but I'm not going to uncuff your hands," I replied, as I released
her from the hog-tie and removed the ankle shackles.

"OH?? What am I supposed to do, eat from the bowl?"

"No, I'm going to feed you breakfast... would you like butter and jam on your
toast?"

She sat up, I guess thinking this couldn't all be bad, and let me feed her her
portion of the eggs, bacon (I guess she wasn't a practicing Jew), toast, orange
juice, and coffee I had ordered. After breakfast, I let her loose again to get
ready for the sightseeing for the day.

We left the hotel into a warm, sunny New York City Saturday. She was wearing a
pink light sweater and a short full skirt, knee-high boots, and nothing else. I
wouldn't let her wear any underwear at all. There was a slight breeze, and I
thought the day with the short skirt and no undies would be interesting indeed!
We did the usual NYC things... Rockefeller Plaza, the Empire State Building,
World Trade Center, Battery Park, 5th Avenue... and before we knew it, it was
5:00 p.m., and we were heading back to the hotel again... I had plans for the
evening, and we had to get ready.

I let ruthie do her thing again unencumbered by accoutrements, and let her put
on her clothes for the club. We were going to a new S&M club that had just
opened on the West Side, and had a reputation for NOT being sleazy like most of
the others. They didn't even allow the black leather/metal stud crowd to go
there. Men had to wear jackets… ties were optional… and women had to be in
"proper" attire as well. We went downstairs to eat in the hotel lobby, and
returned to the room about 9 p.m. to put the finishing touches on our attire.

I wore a pair of slacks and sport coat and open-collar shirt. ruthie had on a
short, full slip that barely covered her ass. Over that she wore a black
semi-transparent blouse and a black short skirt that came down to about 5"
above her knees, and, of course, very high black heels... no hose... no
panties... no bra. All in all, it was a very respectable outfit for the street,
with the slip underneath, and would be easy to remove for club play later. I
brought along my duffel bag of playtoys.

We caught a taxi about 9:45, and made it to the club just a few minutes after
10 p.m. We paid our cover charge (ruthie was free), and entered the club. It
had really diminished lighting, but I could make out two bars at opposite ends
of a very large room appointed with many varied punishment devices such as
horses, racks, swings, and wheels. The bar served only non-alcoholic drinks,
because New York only allows nudity in places that don't serve alcohol. This
club wisely chose to eliminate the alcohol and keep the ability to play in the
nude.

The clientele was much better than I'd hoped for. There were many couples, some
single men, and I assume single women, all fairly attractive, and well dressed.
Generally, the place had a pleasant, warm feel to it.

As soon as we entered the club, I cuffed ruthie's hands in front, and put her
collar and leash on her. I reached up and started to unbutton her sweater. She
twisted away, playfully, and I swatted her on the ass. She turned back
promptly, and didn't move as I unbuttoned it to between her breasts, exposing
the little black slip underneath. As I led her around the big room by the
leash, exploring, she got many glances cast her way in a way that made her feel
special. I led her over to the bar and got a drink (non-alcoholic, as I said),
and took her to a table and just watched for awhile.

We sat sipping and watching for about 45 minutes, commenting here and there
about the activities. One female sub was in the swing, bound spread wide, naked
but for a thong, and was having her tits flogged with a quirt. She was bearing
the pain in stoic silence. Another was totally nude on the rack, her back to
the room, having her ass spanked by her Master's bare hand. She was moaning
loudly. Another was on the wheel, dressed in a bra and thong, being turned
upside down and back rightside up slowly... round and round. Her Master would
whip her thighs periodically as she turned. She let out little yelps as the
whip would strike.

After watching for several minutes... I leaned over to ruthie and whispered,
"Are you ready to play?"

"Yes."

I uncuffed her hands, recuffed them behind, and we got up from the table. I led
her by the leash into the middle of the room. I couldn't help but notice she
was wobbling a bit on her high heels as she walked this time.

[continued]


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