Chapter One

Turn About

Even for The Five Seasons, the suite was extreme luxury, with an abundance of accessories and gadgets that most people never see in a hotel room. Anyone, especially if they had a particularly S&M-based mindset, would be impressed. The multiple, large, flat screen displays in every room, (including the shower), the double king-sized bed, a full kitchen with well-stocked bar, wine closet and fridge, coffee roaster/grinder and its companion alcohol-fired coffee maker and dozens of other handy gadgets were intended to show that whatever you were paying, it was worth it. The private elevator from the garage to the penthouse added a nice luxury touch.

The suite almost always got the women into the bed or into Hank's Training Closet, (HTC), with its assortment of chains, rope, leather straps, harnesses, cuffs, hoods, straightjackets, body bags, gags and other disciplinary devices. It was one of three on the hotel condo’s exclusive penthouse floor and it was not only the one with the best views of the city, but it was also secure and totally soundproof. This latter feature proved useful when his companions turned out to be highly vocal, either because of his impressive, occasionally drug-enhanced performance in bed or by his accuracy and talents with the whip or cat-o-nine-tails in the adjoining HTC.

Hank's deal with the hotel's management was an annual lease with a unique clause in it that allowed the hotel to use the suite four times a year when special events, such as the auto show or the book show, in the city merited extra high room rates. When these times came, he had plenty of advance notice and the property staff took pains to lock away, seal the HTC and secure his private property so that the suite was usable by out-of-towners willing and able to pay a daily rate that usually exceeded what Hank paid for a week.

The second benefit of the deal was that his one-night stand partners were uniformly impressed when he showed them to the private elevator and whisked them up thirty floors to the impressive private entry and the suite itself. Only twice since he'd had the place had his date of the moment belatedly refused to climb into his monster bed and do the deed he requested and expected. Usually, he spent the night having a good time and both parties knew it for what it was…a one night fling, probably never again to be repeated.

At this particular moment, Hank was trying to recall more accurately one evening that began in the fancy bar of another luxury hotel a few blocks away and ended in his suite, but with a slightly different outcome. He had asked the strikingly beautiful brunette if, for a little variety, she'd like to try out the HTC, which Hank politely showed her after their initial coupling and showers. Barb, (that was the name she gave him in the bar), said she was enthralled with the idea of S&M activity, but that she would only allow him to tie or otherwise restrain her if he demonstrated the equipment first. After putting up what he thought was an adequate resistance and craving the opportunity to have this lovely creature hanging from his whipping post, Hank showed her the various devices and then put his back to the steel post and let her,