[Hammarling]

Naomie undid her bonds in good time for arrival. As expected no-one bothered her and the journey would have been insanely dull if not for her self imposed bondage. The first stop of the weekend was at home. The normal meet and greet bore of family gatherings, if not for the tack underwear. Catching up with Aunts and Uncles, explaining that school was good, friends were good. The expected barrage of "So have you go a boyfriend?", which she batted away non-commitally.

The evening couldn't come fast enough. She eventually was able to retreat to her motel room. Nothing fancy here. Ordinary double bed, tv on the wall, dresser, wardrobe. Simple shower and toilet with sink. Plain, boring, perfect for her and Jakes plan. Naomie dumped her bags ontop of the bed, closed the curtains and made double sure to lock the door. So she began to turn the motel room into some sort of prison cell. Outside of family time her weekend was going to be one of serious submission.

She stripped the sheets off the bed, laying them on the floor underneath. She looped some string through her handcuffs and around the bottom of the headboard, when she let go they dangled a few inches off the floor. Her vibrator was placed on the floor infront of the rooms full length mirror. In a separate corner she laid out some newspapers and covered them with dried rice she pulled from her suitcase and the laid a single coin down in the middle. Lastly she packed away her ordinary clothes and items into the draws, leaving her other toys and sexy clothes out on full display on the bed.

It was a bit of a pain to all do, especially after a long day of travel and family, but the effect at the end was obvious to Naomie. This was no longer a motel room, it was her cell. Her bed, just the floor and sheets. A punishment corner. A humiliation corner. And all her kinky fun laid out in the open with nothing normal in sight. She took a few more minutes to snap various pictures of the creation and sent them to Jake for approval, he would get them in the morning and hopefully approve.
To end the day Naomie stripped down, and jumped in the shower. A good cell doesn't have hot water, so she turned the cold tap all the way up which was just the worst. She hated cold showers with geniune passion so this was utter torture. She did allow herself to leave the room heating on, so a quick pat down with a towel prevented her getting too cold. She slipped her way under the bed, no easy feet and the oppresive lack of space was incredibly uncomfortable. Naomie was able to sort of wrap some of the sheet around herself but not really very effectively. Oh well. Clicked the cuffs in place, another level of discomfort as if put a constant pull on her wrists.

But still she was knackered and sleep came fairly quickly. Tomorrow was all hers, no family committments, so it would be all play!