26 Disaster (1/2)

I tried to open my eyes in the middle of the night. I had been feeling my stomach growling for a long time now. I tried to sleep through the pain, but it was to no avail. I had to go to the washroom and barf out the alcohol and food.

I tried to open my eyes once more, but it seemed like they were sewn shut. I raised my arms and touched my eyelids to physically open them, but I was pleasantly surprised when I came in contact to my cornea. It shouldn't have taken me that long to realize that I was already awake. Since everything else around was pitch black, my brain didn't register if my own eyes were seeing it or not.

After the self reflection my stupidity I tried to shake my body on the bed to find an edge. But there was another problem resting on top of me, and that was Amaan. A very naked Amaan.

Why was she naked? Why was she hugging me from behind? And why whenever her nipples touch me, I start losing self control?

I took her arm and laid it next to her. In the meantime, I started running my hand on the bed, scanning it to look for my phone. I found it near Amaan's feet. I unlocked the button and the light from the cellphone blinded me for a second. When I regained my vision, I turned on the flashlight. With one hand on the phone, another on my stomach, I started walking against the wall in hopes of finding a door.

She had such a nice villa. She must have a bathroom attached to her bedroom, or so I thought.

After stumbling the room for thirty seconds I came across a portion of the wall which was obviously covered. The surface material was the same as that of the whole building, and the paint was doing a phenomenal job of camouflaging the little door. It seemed like a small door for a bathroom, but I was ready to be disappointed if it turned out to be a closet.

I ran my hand against the border of the door in anxiety. I wanted to see what was on the other side so that I could get my answer. After caressing the door for about fifteen seconds, I found a miniature bump on the bottom left side. I pushed it, but it didn't work. I pulled it. Still nothing. I flipped it, and the whole frame went inside. It formed a cavity in the wall, but now it had become a door that could be opened. I pushed it inside and flashed my phone inside to investigate the mini room.

All it had was Amaan's accessories. I took a picture of it and carefully closed the door. The frame smoothly merged with the wall like nothing happened. I turned around and walked towards the door we came through. As I exited, one of the workers passed me by in the hall. I called her back and asked for the bathroom. She pointed the door next to the bedroom's door. I ran inside and sat on the toilet.

While I relived myself, observed two things.

One, I was not going to throw up. I was just anxious to pee.

Two, Amaan Al-Habib was very fond of BDSM.

I took my phone out and surfed my photos to find out the latest one. I enlarged the picture and tried to identify every kind of equipment in that room. All I could identify was a gag, some rope, whips & cuffs. In the middle of the room hung two black leathered outfits. One for a female dominant, another for a male gimp. Everything else made no sense to me.

There were some metal rings which were as big as my wrists. Some gags with a dildo on its opposite end. A mouth cover which seemed like a cat or a dog. A medical brace.

WHAT THE HELL WAS ALL THAT?!

I the lower corner was a box with matte black butt plugs, fur cuffs, and a strap-on.

I turned my phone away from me and thought about my situation for a second. I was in a bed who could have used anything out of those instruments on me while I was asleep. When I woke up moments ago, I still had my robe on. My cellphone was on the bed, and that was not tampered with.

What did happen in the past?