Candy and The Hyatt Regency
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- Candy and the Hyatt Regency Hotel
- A true story by Robin Roberts
Our story begins as the BackDrop clubhouse in Hayward California.
The previous night, a Friday, BackDrop held our monthly slave auction. We had had about thirty guests that night: a little larger than a normal group. although we had cleaned the place up, it still needed work. Candy and I pitched in and did a more thorough cleaning including steam cleaning the carpets. As a reward, Candy and I changed into "nice clothes" and went to Ricky's for dinner.
Upon returning home, Candy made some off-hand remark about dinner was really good but that it lacked a significant dessert. I interpreted this as an "I want to play" request.
I don't really know why, but I thought we should do a public bondage session. I tied her arms in a box tie using tubular webbing. For a blindfold, I placed surgical eye pads around her head and then secured them in place with cohesive bandaging.[Note 1] Placing a cape across her shoulders, I took her outside to my car, opened the door and placed her in the passenger's seat. I made sure she had a seatbelt in place before I entered the car. I didn't really have a destination in mind when I left the house.
I don't really know why, but I thought we should go to a place where we could talk quietly and listen to soft music. Remembering her "significant dessert" remark, it only made sense to go to a "really nice" place. I drove to San Francisco to the Regency Hyatt House. Pulling up to the main entrance, my right hand released her seat belt. A solicitous doorman approached and helped Candy from the car as I walked around the car. I quickly tossed the car keys to the valet and he, in turn, gave me a parking claim check.
We walked through the double doors, up the escalator to the main lounge area of the hotel. As we reached the top of the first escalator, we stepped into a quiet alcove. With a succulent kiss to hide my action, I reached beneath her cape and untied her arms. We must have been doing something right as a few passerby's applauded our actions. With a flourish and a bow, I placed the webbing in my pocket and guided Candy up to the Hotel's main floor. You may recognize the interior of the Regency as a filming location for several movies. The elevators were an integral part of the movie "The Towering Inferno". The people in the Penthouse/Sky restaurant attempted to escape the burning building only to have them break loose, well, you get the idea...
The soft music and her bondage were working. She asked several times if we could return home where she would do fun things to my body. If we didn't leave soon, she threatened to do not so nice things to my body. I told her we would spend another half hour and then return home.
After a while, Candy announced that she need to use the "powder room". I motioned to one of the hostesses and explained the situation.
So we have Candy, blindfolded and wearing a thigh-length dress, needing a trip to the Ladies Room. The staff at higher-class establishments must take special training: she said she would help without any hesitancy. I helped Candy stand. The staff person took Candy by the arm and guided her some fifty or so feet to the "privy". According to Candy, the lady guided her to a private stall, she described the facility (even to the position of the toilet paper holder}, closed the door, and waited patiently for Candy.
Upon exiting the stall, the hostess guided Candy to the sink where she adjusted the water temperature and place Candy's hands on the edge.
The hostess tried to make light of the situation.
"How long have you worn your bandages?"
"Not very long."
"When will they be removed?"
"Probably tomorrow."
"Will you be able to see?"
"Probably."
And then she guided Candy back to our table with a remark about how we were a cute couple and she was glad to see how well I took care of "My Lady".
We finished our drinks and had one more just for luck.
Upon leaving the lounge, I left a significant tip/gratuity for our hostess's efforts. We retraced our path, claimed the car, and headed home.
I fantasied/wished that I was really, really rich. Right now, I might be in the back of a chauffeur driven limousine with blacked-out windows. Candy and I ...
Notes
- ↑ A stretchy, self-adhesive bandage
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