I told her that I wasn't going to hurt her but I needed her in order to fulfill a lifelong ambition and then I'd let her go. The woman slept tied-up o... the bed in the bedroom while I slept on the floor of the main room in a sleeping bag.Next morning I called in sick, then I drove down to Home Depot and bought everything I would need to make the bedroom into a prison. I spent the rest of the day installing it, pausing only to cook us both dinner. The woman looked as though she'd rather choke. While just a second ago, she had been writhing on the floor, shamefully masturbating, she got to her Master’s feet in the blink of an eye, kneeling before him like an affectionate dog. She gladly received his cock on her mouth, first taking her time to enjoy the taste of his drying semen and Mary’s pussy juice on the shaft. Then, once he was clean, she applied a thick layer of saliva like a liquid condom. Not just an aphrodisiac, her saliva made a phenomenal lubricant. It was hydrophobic,. I ate, drank my beers, paid my bill, and waved at her as I left, with a spring in my step. Oh, and her generous tip also had a note with my motel and room number. Back at the room I showered and shaved and then did some writing on the computer. Midnight was approaching and I was full of anticipation. Right about 12:30 I heard a knock at the door. I checked the spy hole to make sure who it was. Just my little cutie. Looking at the spy hole and smiling. I opened the door and she skipped in. She. ‘Elizabeth Mary, you don’t know how far from the truth you are.’ I grinned. ‘My parents are the only ones who still call me that.’ She grinned back. ‘Well, you did tell me that’s what your name was.’ ‘Twenty years ago, at our first school.’ She giggled. ‘And look at you now, famous and everything. It’s hard to believe that the writer of that beautiful ‘Light Up My Life’ is the same person who couldn’t string two coherent sentences together.’ I blushed at the praise from an unexpected source..