Warning: This story features bondage.

Context: This is a short story written for Day 22 of Kinktober 2025 using the prompt words Humiliation and Reluctant.

I strolled through the lobby, admiring the decor. The opulent room had marble floors, detailed paintings, embellished columns, carved busts, hanging ferns and potted fronds. It was the most impressive and luxurious hotel I’d ever stepped foot in. One I certainly couldn’t afford to stay in by myself.

I was a new hire for an online travel publication. They’d flown me out to an exotic tropical island and booked me into a high-end resort for a night. I’d be meeting a member of the local tourism board in the afternoon for a discussion about local attractions, with aims to establish a longer-term working relationship.

Travelling to amazing locations and staying in top-end lodgings, all on the company’s dime. This was my dream job! I had to pinch myself to make sure it was real.

The hotel had extensive private grounds at the back, boasting a beautiful exotic garden, a large infinity pool, and a path leading directly onto a private beach. I had two hours to kill before the meetup, so I wanted to take a quick trip around the garden then head to the pool afterwards.

I was wearing a petite cyan monokini, skimpy enough to show off my butt and some sideboob. Something appropriate for the incredible sun and heat, but in truth I wanted to show myself off a bit for once.

There was a group of guys I’d seen in the hotel earlier, likely a bachelor party or a work outing. My plan was to find a nice visible lounger chair by the pool, and settle into an enticing pose to draw some attention when they inevitably passed by. Then maybe I’d ‘accidentally’ run into them again later at the bar.

I turned off the main pathway along pristine white stones leading into the greenery. There were trees, shrubs and bushes filled with fruits and flowers in a plethora of bright colours. The garden was bigger than it looked, with small paths winding all around it. I didn’t run into a single other person during my leisurely stroll through.

I reached the end of the walk, where a tall fence separated the garden and the hotel grounds from public space. I sat upon a bench facing back towards the garden, relaxing for a moment and soaking in the sun and the sight. This was paradise.

shuffle shuffle

My blissful reverie was broken by the rustling of nearby bushes.

“Hmm? Hello?”

Suddenly there was a rapid pitter-patter of rapidly approaching footsteps behind me. Before I could even turn around, someone was there, tugging at my beachwear.

zzzip!

“H-hey! What the hell?”

I tried to stand up, but felt a strong resisting pull at the bottom of my swimsuit. I twisted around to see what was going on.

Two preteen boys were crouching behind the bench. They looked more like locals than hotel guests. One reached out and snatched my small shoulder bag right off me. The other scurried around and wrenched my expensive sandals from my feet.

“Stop! Give those back!”

I realised why I had trouble standing up before. There was zip tie looping around a horizontal bar of the bench and the bottom of my monokini just above my butt. They’d tied my clothing to my seat!

The two boys dashed away together towards the tall fence. Their tiny plastic cable kept me from running after them. They threw my possessions over the fence, ascended it using a nearby tree for support, then disappeared over the other side.

I’d been robbed! But the more immediate problem: I was stuck! I tried to twist and snap the binding with my hands, tried until my fingers hurt, but it just wouldn’t break.

“Someone! Anyone? I need assistance!”

No-one answered. The garden was empty. I was much too far from the main pathway or hotel to be heard over there.

“Can anyone hear me? HELP!”

I waited a long time for someone to come by. The garden apparently wasn’t that popular. Since the zip tie was unbreakable, I tried my hand at tearing the monokini instead. The surprisingly tough material didn’t tear. The bench itself was bolted down.

The time of my crucial meeting was drawing near. I had to attend it if I wanted to keep my job. But if I wanted to leave, it was starting to look like there was a singular option. One I was deeply hesitant to even consider.

shuffle shuffle

A large bush beside the white stone path leading into the tropical garden rustled. A tuft of blonde hair poked out from it, then a heavily blushing face, then a set of bare shoulders.

I glanced up and down the main path, then ducked back down into the bush with a suppressed yelp as a couple approached from the beach side. My heart was thumping so loud that I swore they’d be able to hear it as they walked past.

I was completely naked from head to toe, without a single scrap of coverage.

My only way off the bench was to clamber out of my swimsuit, leaving it behind still zip tied in place. I was reluctant to even pick leaves and don them Adam-and-Eve style for fear of accidentally choosing some kind of poison ivy.

The hotel’s large double-door back entrance was about 50 yards away from where I was hiding. A straight path with no coverage, only smaller shrubs and statuettes. I’d have to pick my moment very very carefully to avoid running into anyone. And then just pray the lobby wasn’t busy.

The couple returning to the hotel were going painfully slowly. Hurry up! I needed to get to my room and change before the meeting time. They entered the hotel, but I waited another minute so they wouldn’t still be right inside the doors.

....GO!

I hopped out from behind my cover, feeling unbelievably vulnerable. One arm laid across my boobs, trying to hold them still, and one hand stretched down covering between my legs. My bare buttcheeks jiggled as I ran. My bare feet pattered against the hot white stone. Even if I were to reach my room unseen, I felt like burying myself under the bedsheets for the rest of the day out of shame.

I reached the entrance! Slinking inside, the lobby seemed quiet. There was a staffed reception near the front door but the corridor leading to the rooms was closer. I realised that I had still one major problem. Without my bag, I no longer had a keycard to enter my room. Perhaps I could find a sympathetic maid to let me in. Preferably after I found a towel or something to cover u--

“AAAH! Who are you?”

My nightmare became real. A woman in a pristine white pantsuit stormed over towards me and grabbed my arm roughly. I recognised her as the manager of the hotel.

“How did you get in here? Bobbyyyy!”

A hulking tower of a man hastened over from the front entrance. A security guard. He stepped behind me and grabbed both of my arms, allowing the manager to release her hold. It also meant I was no longer able to cover myself. I was topless, bottomless, fully exposed.

“I got her Miss Devine.”

“S-stop. Th-this is a misunderstanding. I’m a guest here!”

The manager scoffed.

“If you’re a guest, where’s your room card? Where’s your ID for proof? Why are you NAKED?!”

“I-I can explain! Y-you see I was outside, and I-I got robbed by--”

“Oh please, save your tall tales. This isn't the first time someone’s tried to sneak in. You're clearly not meant to be here-”

The manager was interrupted by a squawk from her walkie-talkie. She held an earpiece in close as she listened to something.

“There’s some kind of quarrel happening down by the beach. Is that your plan girl? Come in here naked to distract us while your buddies cause havoc elsewhere?”

“N-no!”

“We’ll let the police sort it out. There’ll be charges of public indecency and trespassing at a minimum. We'll need put her somewhere she can’t leave before they get here... My office! Bobby, lock her in there then follow me down to the beachfront.”

She marched off while the security guard maintained his firm grip, pulling me towards a room in the corner of the lobby. A number of guests wandering by during the commotion had stopped to observe the bizarre sight of me nude and apprehended.

“Stop! Y-you have to let go of me.”

“Quiet, you’re disturbing the guests. Hey maid, bring that here!”

He motioned a maid pushing a cart over towards us. He rummaged around in the top compartment briefly, finding something suitable to...

“Mmmph?”

... stuff my mouth up. He shoved in what I was pretty sure was someone else’s bikini top and bottoms, on its way to be washed.

He found a bathrobe and pulled out the cotton belt fed through the waist, then used it to tie my hands together. Behind my back, meaning I still couldn’t cover myself! He could have at least put the bathrobe itself on me. My muffled request for it went uncomprehended. Finally he extracted a dirty rag and tied a huge knot in the middle, using it to cleave gag me and hold the stuffing in.

“NNGKHH!”

He pulled on the handle of the office door, only to realise it couldn’t open.

“Ah rats, it’s locked. Only Miss Devine has a key. What am I supposed to do with you...?”

He glanced around the lobby, ignoring the staring guests, wondering to himself how to fulfil both of his boss’ requests: to contain me and to quickly follow after her. As if a lightbulb went off, he dragged me and the cart over to one of the majestic ionic pillars decorating the lobby. My resistance to his ox-like pull was so ineffective that I’m not sure he even noticed.

With the help of some loose cables in the cart and retying the bathrobe belt, I was soon bound to the pillar, with feet together and hands joined behind it.

At long last, almost as an afterthought, he grabbed a towel and draped it around my body. It was an awfully small towel, loosely arranged, barely covering the important parts. There were even clean bathrobes and larger towels he could have used!

He dismissed the maid and hurried out the back entrance, leaving me helplessly stuck, but not quite alone. Guests and staff alike gawked at me. I was terrified of struggling lest my meagre coverings come undone.

“Excuse me, I’m here to meet a Miss Stevens.”

I turned in horror to see a woman in a smart blue outfit standing at the reception desk. I recognised her face from our video call. The woman I was due to meet. She glanced around and locked in on me, mouth agape. It took her a second of astonishment before she recognised my face.

fwwhp!

As we stared at each other in silent mutual alarm, my towel fell to the floor.

“Mmmph!”

I flew into a panic, my bound uncovered body shaking as I tried to shout a muffled explanation in her direction. She bore a look of pure disgust as she turned and exited the hotel.

Wait, come back! This isn’t fair. None of this is my fault!!

I was straining against my binds, wishing I wasn’t chewing on a panty-stuffed cleave gag so I could at least ask for help, trying to fight back tears, when a group walked in.

The posse of young men I had designs on immediately stopped and pointed. They ogled me, took pictures, made lewd remarks, and were almost falling over dying with laughter. All while I squirmed in deep discomfort against the pillar, dying on the inside, powerless to escape my extreme humiliation.