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 |  Two unlikely competitors are brought together by a contest. |
| Seven Days of Service – Day Two * * * * Making sure that Cathy had left the area, I locked up and headed off to the Harbor Bar, and Hattie. If anyone could give me some answers to all this, it was her. It was a bit late when I entered the bar, but Hattie apparently had some pretty hi-tech radar on board, as my Guinness was sitting in front of the barstool about the same time as me. Finishing wiping down the bar as I settled in, Hattie wandered over and asked, “Alright Scotty, ‘core-dump!’” Chuckling for a moment she added, “Can’t listen to all you ‘techies’ every night without picking up some of yer ‘lingo.’” Frustrated, I gave her the unabridged version and sometime around midnight I finished, looking up to see if she if she was still awake. Her face was impassive as usual, but she was nodding her head as though she’d thought it all through, and might, just might have something to offer. Clearing her throat, she began, “Let me get this straight, Scotty. You won the contest, right? So to ‘conquer’ your little wench, you decide to do something that you have no experience with to humiliate her into submission. So she’d break the terms of the contest, right?” I already didn’t like the way this conversation was going, but Hattie was essentially right, so I just nodded my head. “So,” she continued. “Finding out that your quick ‘whammy’ with the bondage stuff didn’t work the way you expected, you decided to ‘spill the beans’ and tell her exactly what you were going to do to her, right?” Again I nodded. This wasn’t looking very promising . . . Stroking her chin in concentration for a few moments, she finally said, “I’d say that giving up the bondage stuff at this point would be an obvious win for her, since you’ve already ‘announced’ to your company’s staff that this was the direction you were going to take.” I didn’t see any solution in what she’d said so far, but I surely felt like I’d outflanked myself like a true idiot. Finally, she began to put pieces together, and gave me a direction to pursue with the rest of the conditions of the “Deal.” After finding out that I had little experience with “light bondage” aside from watching a couple of fuck-flicks some time ago pertaining to some fairly tame bondage stuff, she just shook her head and let out a “tsk-tsk.” “Scotty, just where were you planning to take this if the first shot failed to work?” I didn’t have an answer for her of course. That was the very reason why I was here. “I didn’t have a plan B,” I told her, feeling a little bit of shame for the ump-teenth time around her. “Ok, Scotty, here it is,” she started. “I’ve never met the gal, so I can’t say what’s going to happen for certain, but you’ve already put some things into motion that might allow me to figure where this might go in your favor. Telling her that your goal is to make her give up was a bit stupid, but it might actually work in your favor. Now that she knows what you have in mind, she’ll be less likely to call ‘foul’ when you begin to get a little too close to her ‘hot-points.’ The fact that she seemed to become aroused at your touch is another good sign. Your toughest job right now, Scotty, is to learn a bit about what Bondage is all about, and use it to your advantage.” “It’s been my experience that the tough ones fall into bondage the easiest; terrors by day, submissive by night. I don’t know your gal personally, but from what you describe, she’s a ‘tiger’ in the sales arena. It could very well be that she’s a ‘typical’ split personality, but who knows? Certainly not me. If you get a chance, bring her by some night so I can talk to her, get a feel for where her head might be at.” “In the meantime there are a couple of more items you may want to pick up at that specialty store you went to that will help you in trying to tame this gal. Just remember, a light touch will go a long way, and will allow you to gauge when and where to take the next steps.” She stopped for a moment, just eyeing me a bit, then asked, “Scotty, just where is your head in all this anyway?” What I’d failed to tell Hattie was apparently showing somewhere on my face, but she was too shrewd to let it pass. I could feel my face redden a bit as I explained to her that I found the idea of dominance a bit arousing as well, something that became most apparent when I was unable to remain objective to what I was commanding Cathy to do. Apparent of course, by way of an intense, persistent erection during the whole scenario. “A bit arousing, eh?” she muttered. “Scotty, Scotty, what have you gotten yourself into?” Then, slapping me on the arm, she ushered me off, reminding me to pick up the additional items from the store on the way back home. Fortunately, those kinds of stores remained open very, very late. * * * * Tuesday morning came early for me, since I’d been up quite late the night before, but promptly at 10:00 a.m. Cathy entered my office. Without being told, she locked the door and marched up to my desk. I could see that she still wore the collar as directed and I thought, so far, so good. Then, as if reading my mind, she unbuttoned her blouse to her waist and briefly exposed her breasts to me. Buttoning her blouse back up, she reached down to the hem of her skirt and brought it up to her waist, exposing her naked sex to my view. It was just a glimpse, but it was enough to verify that she’d followed those instructions, as well. She still seemed a bit cocky right then, but I knew that she had no idea what I had planned for her later in the evening. Nodding my head, I dismissed her with a reminder that we were due in Wade’s office at 1:00 p.m. for a project meeting. As she turned to leave my office, I couldn’t help but notice that not only were her nipples making an impressive projection from the front of her blouse, but her ass seemed to have more of a swagger as her backside left the area. Could’a been my imagination, but . . . The time for the meeting with Wade found both Cathy and me seated across the long desk from the director. Wade welcomed us to the meeting, and immediately began to summarize the project requirements for my contract with Hector Industries. We waited quietly until he finished, at which time he looked at each of us, cleared his throat, then informed Cathy that since the majority of her department was working for me now, that he was appointing her as a temporary assistant to myself. At least until the requirements for her own projects increased to the point where her services were needed once more in her own department. Expecting a little bit of an argument, Wade leaned back in his chair and waited for a reply. It wasn’t long in coming, as Cathy’s face had turned angry red, and she immediately began a long litany of reasons why she shouldn’t and wouldn’t work under me. Looking at Wade, I saw that he was reacting like a deer caught in the headlights of a bus. Finally, not seeing any action on his part, I pulled the silver chain from my pocket, reached over to Cathy’s collar, and snapped it firmly into the chrome ring. As soon as the loud click interrupted her tirade, she stopped; stunned, and with wild eyes turned to me. All I said to her was, “A deal is a deal, right?” Swallowing a couple of times, she composed herself, glaring at me but maintaining her silence. Wade suddenly snapped out of his trance, and stared at the collar around Cathy’s neck, but didn’t make any comment about the collar or the chain now hanging down from it. Looking at me, he suggested that I get together with Cathy and make the necessary arrangements for the “cooperative effort.” Relieved at the interruption, he quickly excused himself and escorted both of us out of his office. Taking hold of the chain, I guided Cathy through the cubicle areas to my office, noting that there were many of our associates observing our passage from Wade’s office to mine. Cathy remained tight-lipped throughout the whole trip to my office, but once I closed the door, she stopped abruptly, and put her hands on her hips, ready to go to war. For once, I made a decision to let her vent, for I had a point of order for her when she finished, wherever she went with it. Sure enough, I heard much more than I wanted about the arrogance, presumption, and general bossiness of me and Wade concerning her activities, her career, her pride, and much, much more. When she finally ran down, I looked at her and said, “The word is ‘Uncle’.” Puzzled, she looked at me as though I’d suddenly turned into a unicorn. “What?” she asked. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” “Anytime that you are not willing to provide the services you owe me in the contest ‘deal’, all you have to say to me is ‘Uncle,’ can’t get much simpler than that. Then we can get on with our inter-departmental battle as usual.” I could see that she was weighing what I said carefully in her mind, but after a few minutes she sighed, and went silent. Again, I felt that face had won out over pride. “Good,” I said. “Now we can get on with the punishment that you earned by embarrassing me in front of our boss.” As I finished that statement, she jerked her head around to look at me in confusion. I moved behind my desk and sat down, eyeing her carefully. “Remember the word, ‘Uncle.’” “Pop the buttons on that blouse–now,” I said. Looking back at the office door, she swung her gaze back at me and then slowly began to unbutton her blouse, keeping her eyes locked onto mine all the while. Finally she said, “I don’t know why you keep undressing me Scott, but I think that you might be pressing the ‘legal’ edges of this prize.” As she stood there before me, blouse unbuttoned, gaping open and exposing her lovely tits, I saw my chance to inform her of my considered opinion of the terms of the service prize. Now I’m not a lawyer, nor am I particularly familiar with the mechanics of law which really seldom conform to common logic. I am however, an excellent bluffer, a fact that is well known by anyone who has had the misfortune to play poker with me. This ability has served me well in dealing with countless numbers of clients over the years. I got up from my desk and walked around to where Cathy stood, and slowly moved around her. As I did so, I calmly informed her of my interpretation of the rules. “As I see it Cathy, the test of the legality of anything done during the time of this contest prize depends on one important fact. “ I paused for a moment, reached out and took her left nipple between the thumb and forefinger of my right hand. Pinching it lightly, I noted with pleasure that her face had become contorted in a combination of conflict and indignation at what I’d just done, and obviously a response to the pain/pleasure of the pinch itself. Continuing to roll her nipple about between my fingers, I went on with my explanation, “You see, when we agreed to the conditions of the contest, we in fact became consenting adults. In the legal sense, whatever we do between ourselves is fair game, until one or the other of us backs out of the arrangement. Do you remember your escape word? Just say it and your ordeal will be over.” As I said that, I reached over to her other nipple and began to apply some attention to it as well. While I was talking she was squirming, trying to avoid the touch of my fingers on her body, but not trying to be too obvious about it. I could tell she was analyzing my comments carefully, wanting to survive the contest period without giving up too much of herself. She wasn’t going to get off that easy, I thought. “As far as why I keep undressing you, as I’d mentioned before, it gives me pleasure, as I’m sure you’ve noticed already.” In fact, I was already sporting a rather stiff reminder of her effect on my libido. She had obviously decided to go along with my assessment of our situation for the moment, so she allowed me to continue fondling her beautiful breasts. She wasn’t noticing my arousal at the moment however, having gotten caught up in her own plateau of pleasure. As much as I wanted to keep pushing her to her pleasure threshold, I had to make sure that she understood that this was a disciplinary meeting, so I suddenly pinched both of her nipples with my fingers! Snapping out of her lust-induced trance, she barked out a yelp, then backed away from my hands. Rubbing her offended nipples, she glared at me with contemptuous eyes. Before she could say anything I interjected with a quick question, “What’s the magic word, Cathy?” Defusing the situation quickly, I told her to button up her blouse and informed her that I was calling a meeting between us and our project leaders at 2:00 p.m. to discuss the distribution of our responsibilities on the project. Before she left for her office however, I made sure that she understood that I expected her to show up at my house at 6:00 p.m., prepared to make us another dinner for two. There were no objections to my instructions this time. One thing was certain however, we had crossed another boundary in our peculiar contest relationship. First touch, then a little pain, and still I had no sign of a solid rejection by her of my physical handling of her body. I was getting a bit encouraged, but I still had very little experience in bondage, so I remained cautious. Once she’d left my office however, there was something that I had to take care of before I embarrassed myself before the department staff. Locking my door after her, I slipped guiltily back behind my desk and sat down. Taking several tissues from the box on my desk, I unzipped my trousers, and wrestled a very angry, erect cock out of my shorts. Breathing heavily, I began stroking myself almost as if in a frenzy; trying to get relief quickly, so that I could return to some semblance of normal workday routine. This woman was affecting me much more than I had ever imagined, and the vision of her naked body was already burned into my memory, haunting me. Add to that the indelible memory of her scent last night, part subtle perfume, part musky arousal. Mother Nature truly was a “Mutha”! The management meeting passed fairly uneventfully, and I felt that I’d made some small progress in the taming of Cathy. She had made no more objections to the thought of working together with me, but I could tell that her resistance was hovering just below her beautiful skin. Reluctantly she agreed to assist me in bringing this project to a successful conclusion. But, I wasn’t done with her yet. I left a little early that afternoon, wanting to get home in time to make sure that I was fully prepared for the evening to come. I gathered up the extra items that I’d purchased on Hattie’s advice, and reviewed in my mind how I would introduce them into our little bondage scenario. Not terribly sophisticated, but I thought it would be slow enough to not to push her into complete rejection, and maybe slow enough to give me some idea about where to continue putting more pressure on her; legally of course. It had come to a point with me that I wanted to make her submit, rather than break altogether on the terms of the contest rules. My carnal side was beginning to exert itself more strongly on my psyche, and as time went on, I felt less willing to resist it. I was beginning to see Cathy in an entirely different light these days, and while I couldn’t overlook her bitchiness altogether, I felt that I might be able to take some liberties with her if I could step inside of her defenses with this bondage scenario. I just had to make sure that my own weaknesses in tormenting her would not stop me before I was able to do so. I recalled Hattie’s advice last night when she suggested that I pick up these extra items for my game. “Soft and slow,” she advised. “Go easy, and her responses will tell you where you need to take the game. If you get lost, stop by again and maybe I can get the Captain to give you some hints.” The Captain was her husband, and the short-order cook of the Harbor Inn. I had no idea how old either of them were, but I swear the Captain had to be pushing 70 years if he were a day old, and was probably the only person on earth that Hattie feared and respected. I was hoping that it wouldn’t get to that point. The last thing I did before Cathy was due to arrive was to get into the shower to clean up. A good enough reason under most any circumstance, but truthfully, to masturbate like hell. I just had to take the edge off my overworked libido in order to have some command of myself that evening. As I pulled on my sleeveless t-shirt and finished buttoning up my shorts, I heard the doorbell ring. Right on time, I thought as I pushed my feet into my slippers and made my way to the front door. Composing myself, I let her in, once again closing the door and snapping the lock tight as I turned to follow her into the living room. She was still dressed in a rather dowdy outfit, although she’d exchanged her sweater for a sweatshirt, and had replaced her pedal pushers with some loose-fitting jeans. As she reached the center of the room, she turned to face me. I was waiting for some reaction from her to indicate whether she was willing to continue this ordeal, or was going to give me the answer that I was now afraid to hear. After a few moments, she finally sighed and said, “I can see by the look on your face that this is going to continue. Don’t tell me, I know the routine by now.” With that comment, she turned and walked towards the kitchen, pulling her sweatshirt off as she went. Reaching the kitchen, she popped the button on her jeans, unzipped and dropped them to the floor. She was naked of course, except for her slip-on sneakers and the collar, and after she draped her clothing over the kitchen chair, she once again donned the apron and began to assemble items for dinner. This time I remained in the kitchen for a while, observing her as she went about her chores. I’d made up my mind to get over my discomfort with her looking at my inevitable erection, because there was nothing I could do to stop it from happening. Actually, from what I’d read about the bondage experience, if things went well, I might be able to enlist Cathy’s assistance in relieving my pressure in that area. I’d just have to wait and see how things went. She had definitely turned into a different person while naked and under orders from me. As she moved about the kitchen, she knew I was still there; and instead of hampering my view of her naked body as she picked out ingredients for our dinner and assembled the various pots and pans that would feed us both, I saw that she seemed to be actually taking opportunities to expose her various charms to me in subtle and maybe not so subtle ways. Her effect on me was predictable, as I now had my old familiar tenting problem in my shorts. Most of her work was done while her back was to me, so wearing only the apron left her entire backside exposed to me. Watching her lovely ass cheeks moving seductively as she went through her preparation of this evening’s meal, I was thinking ahead to what I had planned for this evening’s exercise. Yet another boundary challenge, I thought. The results of this one would help me determine the next level to take our “deal relationship. As I returned to the living room to wait for dinner, I kept remembering Hattie’s advice–soft and slow. Once again, Cathy had prepared a wonderful dinner. Absentmindedly, I wondered where she’d learned those culinary skills, and the thought of having someone around regularly who could cook this good briefly crossed my mind. More to the point however, I definitely decided that I’d never, ever tire of seeing this naked goddess before me. If this contest had given me nothing else, the vision of this beautiful woman in her altogether, was worth the trip. I made no pretense this evening of glancing away from her tits as we ate dinner. As I examined her display carefully, I could see that my attention to her breasts this evening was finally eliciting an involuntary response from her. Her areoles began wrinkling tightly around her turgid nipples, and as she watched me closely, I noted that a bright pink blush was creeping across her chest, rising to up her throat to her cheeks. Dinner completed, I sat still as Cathy rose to clean off the table. Now that she was on her feet, I finally had a clear look at the rest of her lovely anatomy. Despite her seeming ease at being around me while naked, I could see that my increased attention to her unclothed condition was beginning to make her a little nervous. Once again, I instructed her to bring me and herself a beer when she finished in the kitchen, and to join me in the living room. So far, everything was playing out pretty much the same as the night before. After several minutes, Cathy sauntered into the living room and stopping at the couch in front of me, reached out and offered me a beer. As she stood there waiting for instructions from me, she took a big pull on the longneck in her hand. Still looking kinda cocky, I thought. I need to change that, and soon. Setting down my beer, I motioned her closer to me. Raising an eyebrow in question to my request, Cathy slowly moved closer to the couch, stopping just out of my reach. As I stared directly at her pussy, I asked her, “Do you trust me Cathy?” I hadn’t bothered to cover my raging hard-on this time. Instead I sat back on the couch, my legs slightly apart with my hands resting on my thighs. As I waited for her answer, I noted that she was staring at my stiffened cock intently, a wry smile playing about her lips. Finally she said, “You maybe, but I’m not so sure about your angry ‘friend.’” “You should feel flattered, my dear. The ‘little guy’ doesn’t get out much, but he always shows his appreciation for a beautiful woman, although seldom this persistently. Don’t worry though; the ‘little head’ doesn’t completely control the big one . . . yet.” “Little Guy?” she asked, with a smirk on her face. Again, the raised eyebrow. There was no reason for her to distrust me, I thought. I had a sterling reputation for being fair and aboveboard with clients, staff and acquaintances. So I dealt her my trump card. “We’re going to exercise some ‘sensitivity’ training for the rest of our Deal,” I told her. “You’re smart–really smart–but you have a couple of flaws that will eventually drag you down in this business. One, you’re arrogant and rude with the folks that are trying to work with you. All that will do is create a critical mass of enemies that’ll eventually take you out. Two, you seem to have a problem with teamwork, much more taking than giving around the departments. I’ve never heard you congratulate anyone for a job well done, for a birthday, an anniversary, promotion or anything. We need to work on that, m’dear.” “It’s all quite legal, so the only way out of it is to say ‘Uncle.’” “Just think. This is already day two of the seven day service period. Only five days left. You should be able to do that standing on your head, right?” A quick visual of just that flittered through my mind just then, causing my cock to jerk even harder to attention, a movement that wasn’t lost on my guest. Finally looking back up at my face she frowned at my comments, but stated, “Ok, ok I trust you, but would you mind telling me what’s going to happen?” She stood there with the beer in her hand, but I could see a little spark of concern in her eyes. “Something that’s going to require you to trust me, m’dear,” I replied. With that comment, I slowly and deliberately reached out and grazed my fingertips through her pubic hair. Cathy moved back a half step, by reflex I thought, but managed to compose herself enough to move back into place, biting her lips as I continued. I noticed that my fingers had become slick with her vaginal juices, and I hadn’t even reached her pussy yet. Since the ‘touchy-feely’ barrier had been breached in my office that afternoon, she’d apparently come to some sort of rationalization about what we were doing. While she was watching me, I raised my hand to my mouth, and licked the juices from my fingers. She shivered. She was delicious! Getting up from the couch, I reached for the small bag beside me, and took out the contents. Bringing each one up to her face, I let her get a good look at them before I began to employ them. I told her to toss off the last of the beer in the bottle that she held, which she did, and handed me the empty. First the blindfold, nice and snug around her head, then I bound her arms behind her with the wrist cuffs, much more soft and gentle than the kind employed by law enforcement but just as secure. As I felt some resistance to the cuffs, I leaned into the side of her face and breathed, “I won’t hurt you. If you fear pain, just tell me ‘Stop’ and it’ll all go away.” I could feel her relax a bit after that assurance. Once I’d completed her preparation, I sat back down to observe my work. Damn she was a beauty! My problem right now was that I was beginning to get feelings for her, and I knew that giving in to those feelings would hamper what I was trying to do for her. At least I had convinced myself that I was doing it for her sake. As I sat there marveling at her and smelling the fragrance that alerted my groin that she was getting aroused, and wanting to run my hands—and other parts of my body—all over her, I saw that she’d begun fidgeting a bit. My silence had apparently gotten her a bit nervous, simply because she could no longer see, nor could she move her arms. I stood once again and quietly moved behind her. I asked her, “What are you feeling right now?” I was softly breathing into the back of her neck, inhaling her scent. Her breathing had become a bit ragged, and I’d not even started what I’d planned. After a minute or so, she whispered, “I know I told you that I trusted you, but I’m really nervous right now.” I put my hands on her shoulders, feeling her tremble briefly at my touch. Lightly squeezing her shoulder muscles, I massaged her until I felt her begin to relax. Then I slid my hands down the front of her chest to her breasts. I’d already fondled them in the office that afternoon, so I anticipated the reaction I observed earlier when I grasped her nipples firmly between my fingertips, and began to softly roll them, back and forth. Cathy’s head fell back until she reached my shoulder, and her breathing began to turn into gasps of pleasure. My arms were containing her shoulders so she was unable to move away from me, giving her little choice but to endure. I cupped her breasts in my hands, and squeezed them gently, hefting them to feel their weight. This was no longer the antagonistic competitor that I had encountered in my offices day after day. Her demeanor had changed almost completely, now with the lack of clothing, and the gradual loss of control I imposed upon her. Why she continued to allow me to do so was still a mystery to me. However, I was determined to remain on the alert for any kind of backlash as my plan continued. In the meantime, I was allowing myself to drift into the pleasure of caressing her lovely breasts, and bending down over her neck to taste her skin for the first time. I knew that I was beginning to weaken in my resolve, my traitorous senses taking in deep gulps of her essence. To counter this, I drew her earlobe into my mouth, and bit it gently, not too hard, but enough to cause her to cry out a bit. I paused for a moment, expecting her to say either Stop, or to end this whole process by finally saying Uncle, but she had once again brought herself under some level of control. As I continued to take bolder liberties with her breasts, she began trying to pull away from my hands a bit; inadvertently pushing her ass back into me, her bound hands now pressing against my fierce erection. We both suddenly stopped for a moment, realization of what had just happened crossing our minds at about the same time, I guess. Nothing happened for a bit, and then I began feeling her fingers tentatively, carefully, ever so lightly exploring my sadly neglected shaft. Now it was my turn to catch my breath, something I desperately tried to conceal from Cathy. I immediately thought about backing out of her reach, but my body wouldn’t obey my mental command. Instead I surrendered to her soft touch, but figured I’d get some background out of her to help distract me from her gentle exploration of my genitals. “Cathy,” I started. “Why do you insist on confronting me on all business issues while we are at work?” As l finished that question I gave her nipples a bit of a pinch, just to accentuate the question. In response to my pinch, Cathy gave my cock a little squeeze as well, causing me to jerk reflexively, and clear my throat, just like an idiot. Watching the back of her head for a few moments, I was about to say something else when she began to respond to my question. “I was an only child, and not the boy that my father had hoped for. He wanted a son so bad, and I could see the disappointment in his eyes whenever we were together. He tried to compensate for his ‘loss’ by warning me constantly that women in this culture were always being taken advantage of. That they were not capable of defending themselves against the degradations of the superior male intellect.” I was surprised, but I still continued to caress her breasts, which I found to be oddly stimulating to me, but comforting as well. She had not moved from her position in front of me, which was a bit surprising in itself, considering what I was doing to her at the moment. Curiously, she continued to explore my groin which was firmly pressed into her cuffed hands as well. She continued, “His final advice to me as I completed my college education in marketing was; to find the biggest, baddest, marketing marvel in the company I worked in, and take him down! That would be the only way that I, as a woman, could gain respect. He was the smartest person in the whole world to me, and I felt that I’d disappointed him by being a woman. I made it my goal in life to live up to his advice.” Hmmm… I thought. That would help explain her persistent aggressiveness towards me at work, and also her resentment at being assigned as a mere assistant to me, however temporary, after she had already struggled to become a manager over her own department. I was curious about a couple of other things as well, so I decided to press my little interrogation a bit further. I suspected that the reason Cathy was willing to give me some answers was the same as mine for asking questions; a distraction from what I was doing to her body. “I’ve never heard you mention anything about a social life. Do you have a significant other?” I cautiously used the expression significant other simply because I had no real idea where her preferences lay in that regard. She was still the proverbial Mystery Woman in our company. While I was busy entertaining my reluctant guest, I didn’t want to end up with any unpleasant surprises, like jealous boy or girlfriends. “No time; too busy,” she replied. Yeah, I thought, too busy jerking me around at work. I continued to stroke the sides of her breasts with my hands, occasionally running my fingers up to softly tweak her nipples. The moans that came from her throat whenever I did that caused a little extra twitch in my cock, which I’m sure she noticed. She had continued to casually explore the outline of my erection through my shorts while we talked, and the pressure of it against the front of my shorts was beginning to become almost painful. For a moment or two, I flirted with the idea of releasing it from its confines since Cathy was blindfolded, but her caress was much too seductive; perhaps later. What a waste, I thought. Such a beautiful woman, caught up in a mad race to super-succeed against what she perceived to be overwhelming odds in a man’s world. Then, another thought occurred to me. She still hadn’t given me any idea of her sexual preferences. What she was responding to so far could have been provided by either man or woman; even a kitty I thought with a smile. As unlikely as it might seem, she might even still be a virgin. “You can’t mean that you’ve never had a relationship in the past?” I asked. As I waited for her reply, I slid my hands slowly down the sides of her waist, feeling the smooth contours of her skin, her ribs, and coming to a stop on her hips. I could feel her response to my change in hand position, delaying her reply to my question for a moment or two. She had sucked in her breath at my touch, once again backing into me in anticipation of further movement. I didn’t change position, but I softly massaged her hips; her body was beginning to have an almost addictive effect on me. Finally I stopped long enough to give her a chance to reply to my last question. Catching her breath for a moment, she swallowed a couple of times, and softly explained, “I dated a few guys while I was in college, but I couldn’t get serious with anyone because of my schoolwork. After graduation, I got a sales job on the west coast for a while, and fell for one of the guys in HR. We lived together for several months until I discovered that his vision of a perfect relationship had me in the role of an unemployed homemaker. We broke up after that revelation.” I felt her chuckle a bit after that remark. Sensing that she was finished with her explanation, I resumed my exploration of her body. She had answered both questions remaining in my mind about her sexuality. I’m not really sure why that was so important to me, since our relationship these past couple of years had been adversarial at best, but it was. And she was quite likely not a virgin, so there was little chance that I’d run into the awkwardness of first time fear and skittishness. She had flinched a little when I’d resumed my touch, and I looked down to see her hands reaching around for me, but I’d moved back a bit when we’d paused for the last questioning session. It wasn’t intentional, but I was surprised that she’d apparently wanted to resume her own exploration of me during this session. There was one more thing that I wanted to accomplish before this evening wrapped up, so I backed away from her, dropping my hands from her waist. Moving back around to the front of her, I reached up and snapped the silver chain into her collar. Startled, she instinctively tried to step back. I still had the chain in my hand so I brought her up short. Pulling her to me until she was inches from my chest, I looked down on her blindfolded face. Even with that device on her face she was a beauty, I thought. From my extra height on her—a bit more than 6 feet tall—against her 5 foot 6 inches, she no longer looked to be a formidable peer. Since she could neither see me, nor use her arms to protect herself from me, I knew that she’d given up a lot of herself to me this evening in trust. Making some progress, I figured. I leaned in quietly to the side of her face and whispered in her ear, “Do you still trust me?” Whether she thought that she had no choice but to reply in the affirmative, or that she was really confident that I’d do nothing to injure her in this position, she whispered back, “Yes.” I put my forefinger against her lips, as I’d done one time before. Puffy in passion, she quickly compressed them in defense against my intrusion, but my persistence won over and she slowly relaxed, allowing my finger to enter her mouth. Again I rubbed my finger across her teeth; the same finger that I’d used to taste her earlier. As I felt my way deeper into her mouth, she joined my finger with her tongue, and began softly to suck it. Pinching her lower lip once again, I dropped my hands to her shoulders. Lowering my voice, I softly pushed her toward another type of surrender in my game. “Yes . . .what?” Even with the blindfold on, I could see that she was having difficulty understanding the implication of my last question. I gave her a couple of minutes to think about it, while I softly breathed into her ear. Finally it seemed to occur to her that I was seriously waiting on her to reply, and what the answer I wanted might be. With a deep sigh, she dropped her head and whispered so softly that I had trouble understanding what she’d said, even with my face just an inch or two from hers. “Yes . . . Sir.” Well it wasn’t the answer that I’d expected from all of the material on bondage that I’d been forced to review lately, but “Sir” was close enough to satisfy me. I didn’t think that I’d feel comfortable being referred to as “Master” anyway, and I knew that it’d taken a considerable leap of trust to release this important part of her personal defenses to me. For two people who knew very little about the concept of a “formal” dom/sub relationship a couple of days ago, I felt we were making some significant progress, at least for me. Of course, there was always the possibility that I’d still fuck things up royally. As I looked down the front of her beautiful body, I was still warm from the liberties that I’d enjoyed with her breasts just moments ago. The memory of her feel upon my hands would probably be one of the last memories I’d ever have on this earth. Soft, firm, warm, supple—what else could I add? Maybe addictive? I knew that I wanted to do this again and again. Then I moved my gaze further down her body, to the area from which I could sense a combination of her heat, the soft fragrance of her perfume, combined with the musky odor of her passion. Heady stuff, that. It was that gentle aphrodisiac that had been taking over my emotional control this evening, and caused me to take yet another risky chance in my domination of Cathy. Slowly sliding my hands down the sides of her arms, I allowed them to rest upon her naked hips as I knelt before her exposed pussy. It was wet, very wet, and what I was able to see of her labia appeared to be fairly swollen, which would indicate to me that she was very close to some sexual closure. I reached between her knees with my hands, and gently urged her to spread her legs a bit, something she resisted at first, but as I began to stroke her knees with my hands, she gradually followed my pressure and slid her feet apart until I released her, about two feet between her bare feet. From that perspective I got a much better view of her little treasure. My face was now about 6 inches from her pussy lips, and her scent from that perspective was quite strong, intoxicating. Damn Mother Nature anyhow! She obviously felt the soft breeze of my breath on her exposed labia, just from the motion of her hips as I examined my prize very closely. Swollen, soaked in her juices, and almost seeming to glow a bright pink, it was the stuff of adolescent dreams. I reached out to her upper thigh with my right hand, and slowly began to move towards her center. As I did so, she began to tremble, and I heard her begin moaning in earnest. As my fingers approached her swollen lips, she began to vocalize a bit more, and I heard her gasp, “No, please no; not that. Oh my god, I can’t stand it much more.” What I didn’t hear was either of the two safety words that I’d given her to put this game to rest. Thinking she might have forgotten her escape words in the heat of passion, I quickly asked her if she remembered the words I’d given her to stop whatever it was we were doing. Shaking her head back and forth, her hair swinging wildly across her face she replied in a shaky voice, “Yes!” I asked her then, “Do you want to use either of them?” Just as my fingers reached her pussy, she whispered loudly, “No! You won’t beat me like this.” She’d flinched as I touched her soppy lips, but defiantly thrust her hips back into position as she made her last statement. I now had what I’d hoped I’d have, but she hadn’t begged me for a finish yet, whether by hand or by . . . well, you know. With her trembling in place, blindfolded and with her arms bound behind her back, she was definitely in an awkward position. On the other hand, she seemed to be enduring the sweet torture I was inflicting on her quite well. I did note however, that I’d lost my new title in this newest test of wills, something I was determined to regain before the night was over. My hand was still firmly pressed against her dripping cunt, and she had nowhere to move, at least that she could see. I slowly began moving my hand back and forth across her pussy lips, allowing them to lubricate my fingers with her wonderful juices. Although her hips were moving about in response to my ministrations, I couldn’t tell whether she was trying to avoid my touch or to chase my movements simply to increase her pleasure. One thing I did notice however; she was keeping her feet apart during my quiet invasion of her body. Her groaning increased as I continued to massage her pussy lips with my hand, her breathing now coming in deep gulps. She began to give herself up to the moment and her hips began to take short jerks back and forth, increasing the friction and speed with which I attended to her cunt. I could hear her talking to herself now, “No, no, no,” over and over again, interspersed with, “Not now, please not now.” Wanting to make sure that I could hear whether she was going to utter either of the escape words, I stopped abruptly and listened carefully. Her hips were still moving against my hand, but when I stopped she let out a long groan, and burst out, “Oh god, please keep going; don’t do this to me. Please!” “Please what?” I responded. I began to move my hand once more, but very, very slowly. What I could see of her face that wasn’t hidden by the blindfold was bright pink, almost red, and her lips were compressed in what I could only guess was frustration at this point. I began to slip my forefinger between her lips, but stopped just as the first digit entered her body, and waited. Trembling, Cathy blurted out, “Please keep going . . . SIR!” Satisfied, I continued to press my finger into her cunt, adding another when I was convinced that, in her excited state, she had no problem with lubrication. As I reached the limit of my fingers inside her, she began to shudder, building up gradually until I curled them upwards into the roof of her vagina. As soon as I touched her on the inside, I brought my thumb down onto her clitoris, gently pushing the protective hood back into her body. The shuddering became a spasm, and I watched as her abdominal muscles became rigid. Several things happened nearly at the same time, and I was hard pressed to keep up with them. She finally brought her legs together, effectively trapping my hand in her pussy, and letting out a loud final groan, sank down to her knees in front of me. Unable to back away from her—and quite frankly I didn’t want to—I was able to provide support for her face as she fell over my arm in exhaustion. With my free hand, I caressed the back of her head, occasionally reaching under her chest to caress her lovely breasts. Finally she managed to catch her breath once again, and faintly whispered, “Stop.” This was the first opportunity that I had to be able to give her confidence in the safety of the escape word. I gently helped her upright on her knees, and then to her feet. Moving behind her, I unsnapped the cuffs, and removed the blindfold. Her body was still trembling, and there was a light sheen of perspiration over her body. I stepped back and gave her time to adjust her eyes to the light and rub her wrists, and I asked her if she wanted to freshen up in my bathroom. Shaking her head no, she began to sob and tears rolled down her cheeks. Sensing that I’d finally stepped across the line with her, I told her she could get dressed and go home. I watched as she quickly grabbed up her sweatshirt, jeans and shoes. Throwing them on in a flurry she headed out the door without so much as a word. What now, I thought? Despite my apprehension about the future of this exercise, I was still compelled to relieve myself from the intense sexual tension that had accumulated in my balls this evening. Without even leaving the living room, I dropped my shorts and began a thoroughly therapeutic jack-off session with my angry friend, an exercise that had become all too familiar these past few years. As I finished relieving myself, it occurred to me that she’d never uttered the “deal-breaker” word. She never said, “Uncle.” * * * * |
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