AND AGAIN

It was now Friday.  

Monday was when she’d last come to his office.

Back in two or three days, she’d said!  By his 
reckoning, this should have meant Wednesday.

He’d been working well, nonetheless.  Working 
effectively, despite having her in his thoughts a lot.  
And that was good.  A lot rode on his acumen with 
company acquisitions – millions of dollars and 
thousands of jobs could depend upon him at times.  
Somehow, and unexpectedly, her presence in his 
consciousness was freeing up synapses rather than 
obstructing them.  Soothing, helping to unclog some of 
the mental malaise he’d been in since his divorce.  

Soothing?  Hah!  It was also bloody disconcerting, not 
knowing what she was going to do next.  How could she 
be soothing, yet disconcerting at the same time?

And where was the little tart, anyway?

Oops!  He hoped she couldn’t read that thought.  His 
balls still ached slightly from the aftermath of his 
first foolish transgression with her.

Tap-tap-tap.  A sound so light he hardly heard it.  He 
released the latch of the door, and she strode in, 
swinging it shut behind her.

It must be a cleaning day again.  She had on a smudged 
white smock, full-length like a lab coat, with the 
cleaning company’s logo stencilled on it.

Then she put her hands to its lapels and pulled in a 
single movement, until all its snap fasteners popped 
open.  As the smock slipped from her shoulders to the 
floor, he gasped in astonishment.  There were bare 
brown curves everywhere.  All she had left on was a 
sheer black bra and shiny black nylon panties.  Her 
thrusting nipples showed through clearly, and tight-
curled wisps of pubic hair spread further across her 
mound than the panties were able to conceal. 

She hadn’t yet spoken a single word to him.  No “Hi, 
how’s your day been?” or anything like that.  Instead 
she opened her handbag and drew out the velcro 
restraints, holding them out to him.  Rather self-
explanatory, really.  

He stood and took them from her.  As he did so, he 
snuck one hand out and brushed it across her nipple.

She immediately backed away, covering her boobs with 
her hands.

“Unnh-unnh!  Never touch until I say so!”

“Or what?”

“Or I’ll take back my two beach balls, and go play 
somewhere else!”

“I’m sorry.  I apologize.”

She continued to look at him sternly for a few 
moments, then let the matter drop.

“Lie down on the floor, on your back.”

He got down on the carpet.

“Like this?”

“Move a bit closer to the bookshelf.”

He did.

She got busy with the fastenings, fitting the velcro 
as wrist cuffs and running each webbing across to a 
secure attachment point.  To a sturdy upright of the 
bookshelf on one side, and to one foot of his big, 
solid desk on the other.  Spreadeagled with arms 
outstretched like that, there was only about one-foot 
of webbing as free length either side. 

He now knew better than to try and touch her while she 
busied herself, but his eyes roamed all over her.  
Such scanty attire left almost nothing to the 
imagination.  So much bare brown skin on show, such 
firm sweeping curves to her hips and waist, such heavy 
cargo in that sheer bra.

She stood back to admire her work, and took the 
opportunity to admire him as well.  

She thought he looked lovely.  A tall, distinguished 
gentleman, approaching middle age, in pale-blue 
business shirt with conservative tie, dark suit-
trousers, black shoes, and tied down as if ready for 
crucifixion.

It gave her such a buzz to see him like this.  And 
he’d gone down so easy for her this time!  He really 
was making astonishing progress.

She knelt to undo his belt and open those trousers.  
Exposing his cock, she found it to be somewhat on the 
rubbery side.  Poor thing!  His mind must be wracked 
with uncertainties again.  She’d better straighten him 
out – mentally and, ahem! physically.

Stepping until she had a foot either side of his 
waist, she crouched until she was squatting over him.  
Her fanny brushed against his lower shirt front, just 
clear of his dick.  She balanced herself in that 
position by placing her hands on his shoulders.  Her 
bra-clad boobs hung like two dark planets, only inches 
from his eager face.

“So lover, what do you think is going to happen 
today?”

“What IS going to happen?  Or what would I like to 
have happen?”

“What IS going to happen.”

“You’ll let me suck on your tits while you jack me 
off, right?.”

“Wrong.”

In a flash she scooted forward and brought her knees 
down either side of his head.  Her feet dug into his 
ribs, the way a bareback cowboy would grip the belly 
of a horse.  The result - her panty-clad pussy was now 
pressed firmly against his face.  Looking down between 
her thighs, all she could see of him was his forehead, 
and the bridge of his nose.  His eyes had bugged open 
as round as saucers.

She started grinding her hips around, keeping the tip 
of his nose nudging her clit through the panty gusset, 
and his mouth and chin pressed against the full length 
of her slit.  Oh, lovely!

He was just about being asphyxiated.  He had only  
brief instants in which to gulp air, at intervals 
about ten to fifteen seconds apart.  

Apart from this, he was being overwhelmed by her 
pungent pussy smell.  He could think of only two 
things in the world with this odour.  The other one 
has fins.  

He tried to begin a fight-back, tried to roll his head 
around to break contact, tried to heave her off with 
his shoulders.  Keeping his head vice-like between her 
thighs and thrusting her hips down hard, she expertly 
rode him like a show professional.  Tiring, he had to 
give up and simply let her use him to build her 
orgasm.  

Now that he wasn’t thrashing about so much, she was 
able to go more gently.  She aligned his various 
facial protruberances with her most erogenous nooks 
and crannys, and just gently rocked.  Of the two 
things in the world that smell this way, he came to 
decide that he did prefer this one.   

Then she bucked, she groaned, she ground her hips all 
the more as her inner pulsations reached a crescendo.  
And then slipped, slid, melted into a pool of 
chocolate, until she was coiled like a waif at his 
side, her head resting on his shoulder.   

“Fuck, that was good!” 

This was the time when she really appreciated having 
her men bound up.  Otherwise they always picked this 
moment to jump on top and fuck her hard, when really 
she felt like a spent rag-doll.  

She looked down at his dick where it emerged from his 
pants.  Sure enough, it was ram-rod straight and 
twitching slightly up and down.  She covered it up 
with the flat of her hand.

“Did you like having my pussy on your face?”

“I thought I was drowning.  But later-on it was nice.  
Very erotic.  I could really get used to it.”

She got up on one elbow and gazed down at him intently 
with her big brown eyes.  Leaned forward to lightly 
press her soft lips to his cheek, then leaned back 
again.

“You’ve been doing so well, sweetie.  You’re making 
such rapid progress!”

She kept the flat of her hand upon his prick, stroking 
it gently.  Enough to keep him erect, but not enough 
to make him come.

“Yeah, I meant to ask you – what was that about a 
“plan”?”

“Oh yeah.  The Plan.  My plan is this - I want you to 
agree to be my love slave." 

He looked startled.  Instinctively he cast his eyes at 
the bonds which still restrained his arms.  He was 
getting that sinking feeling again.  One of being well 
and truly snookered.

His first reaction was to say “No way, Ho-say!” and 
dismiss the idea out of hand.  Yet, under the current 
circumstances, he could see it might be wise to try 
and negotiate. At least until she’d released him, and 
he was at a safe distance again.

With the advantage of having been through this process 
before, she could time it almost to the second just 
how long his brain would take to cogitate this kind of  
a response.  Sure enough, right on cue –
  
"I’m not very sure about that. What does it involve?" 

Off by heart, she recited the list.

"You’ll belong to me, and we’ll spend a lot of our 
free time together.  

“You can’t have sex with anyone but me.  

“You'll have to take off whatever clothes I tell you, 
whenever I tell you.  

“You have to let me touch your body anywhere, at any 
time.  

“You have to touch me however I want, or not touch me 
if I tell you I don’t want.  

“I get to tie you up whenever I want. 

“You’ll have to masturbate to orgasm while I or others 
watch you, if I so request. 

“You have to tell me all your secrets, all your 
fantasies.  You have to be totally honest and hide 
nothing from me.”

“M…m…m…masturbate?”

“Yeah.  Masturbate.”

His dick was now totally soft beneath her hand.

“I don’t know if I can do any of that.  It’s weird.”  

“Think of the benefits! My tits will make regular 
housecalls.  I’ll tease you to orgasms you would not 
believe.  I may even fuck you with my pussy - from on 
top, of course.  If you agree, you’ll be making me 
happy.  And if I’m happy, I’ll make sure that you’re 
happy too.”

“But … it’s weird.  It’s kinky!”

“So what?  We’re both adults.”

“I really don’t want to do anything so kinky.  It’s 
sick!”

“So all this while, the idea of being tied up while  
sucking on my tits has been totally revolting to you?”

To emphasize this point she raised herself up higher 
so he could get another good look at them, encased in 
the bra that might as well not be there.

“I … uh … I went along with that because your tits are 
so fabulous.  I got suckered in. I’d never seen 
anything like them up so close before.”

Her hand felt his cock begin to stir.  A sign that she 
was switching his train of thought down the right 
track.

“So be my slave, and my tits become a fringe benefit!”

She pulled sheer nylon aside until a naked nipple 
could be proffered to his lips.  He tasted delicately.  
His dick could now be described as a “half-fat”.
 
“But all that other stuff … like masturbating …”

“It’s a package deal.  You take all of it, or none of 
it.”

“What if I refuse?”

“I’m gonna jack you off until you jizz all over your 
shirtfront.  Then I’ll walk out of here, leaving you 
tied up and your office door wide open.  After that 
you’ll never see me again, ever.”

“You can’t do that! You can’t force me like that!  I 
won’t allow you to make me come!”

“Oh yeah!  White man speak with forked tongue!” she 
teased.  “Mouth say one thing, dick say another!”

His dick was voting emphatically in favour of the 
jizz-on-shirtfront option.  Her left tit was hanging 
over his face with its naked nipple brushing against 
his chin, thereby seriously hampering the unity of his 
negotiation efforts.  She slid a hand down and 
encircled his dick.

“You’ve got a hard-on!  You’re turned on by this!”

“You can’t force me to come!”

“Yes I can.  And I will.  It’s gonna spurt all over 
your shirt.  Hey, I’m a poet and I don’t know it!”

She started wanking him.  Vigorously, and effectively.

“Don’t make me come.  Please.  And don’t leave the 
door open!”

It was this last that terrified him most.  The thought 
of co-workers finding him all trussed up, with his 
dick out of his pants and his own semen splattered 
everywhere.

“Then be my love slave!”

Being this terrified hadn’t affected his arousal any.  
His cock had gotten really turgid, her hand movements 
felt good on him despite it all, and he knew that any 
minute now he’d be hitting the point of no return.  
After which, she’d be walking out for good.

“Okay!”

“Okay – what?”

“Okay!  I agree!”

“Say it!  The whole thing!”

“I agree to be your sex slave!”

Her hand released his dick immediately.  It twitched 
up and down, in defiance of its owner’s wishes.

She hugged him tenderly, and kissed his cheek.  

“I’m so glad!  It’s gonna be great for both of us!”

He relaxed, thinking he might finally be released, and 
be out of any danger of further humiliation.  He was 
wrong.

“But sweetie, you gotta prove that you really mean 
it.”

“Prove it?  How?”

“I want you to jack off for me.  Right now.  While I 
watch.”

“Now?”

“Yeah. To seal our agreement.  Don’t worry, I’ll cover 
your shirt so you don’t mess it up.”

She retrieved her cleaners’ smock and laid it across 
his torso as a “drop-sheet”.  Then she got another 
webbing strap and bound his ankles together.  Lastly, 
she slackened the webbing of his right-hand restraint 
until it was just long enough for him to touch his 
dick.

He lay there, inert.  Embarrassed.  His willy wilting 
again.

“Honey, you were serious about giving your agreement. 
Weren’t you?”

Silence from him.

“I can always take the smock away, and jerk you off 
again myself” she threatened.

Not knowing where to look, he took matters in hand.  
It was still pretty flaccid, though.  

“It looks so cute when it’s soft” she remarked.

She reached a hand across his chest and used one of 
her long painted nails to delicately tease a nipple.

“Can I see your tits better?”

“Sure, sweetie!”

She got up on all fours, so her ample chest swung over 
his face.  She maintained her own grand stand view of 
his dick being pumped by his curled fingers.  She got 
busy stimulating his nipple again.  

It took a while.  His face was flushed hot with shame.  
He very seldom masturbated, and thought it a vice.  
Something to be resisted, unless it helped to avoid 
even greater vice.

But the excellent view he had of her boobs helped to 
overcome such emotions.  That, and her stimulation of 
his nipple.  He very nearly came, then lost it again, 
then managed to build it up a second time.

When he shot, it was with great force.  His cock had 
been erect on-and-off for the better part of an hour 
now, so his juices were well-primed.  His hips jerked 
up off the floor as he thrust hard through his fist. 
The initial burst laid a string of pearls across her 
transparent bra, the rest went all over the smock 
cover-sheet. 

“Oooh, lovely!  You lovely man!  I saw it shoot!  Saw 
every drop come out.”

She unwrapped the wrist restraints and released his 
ankles.  Then she lay on top of him, smock and all.  
His sticky cock pressed against her taut tummy, his 
cum spots got smeared onto her bare skin.  She 
snuggled, and kissed him tenderly.

“Was it good?”

“Not as good as when you do it.”

“I loved watching you do it.  And you proved yourself 
to me.  Looks like we got a deal, huh?”

“Yeah.  Looks like it.”

He felt relief.  No need to try and fight it any more.  
Nothing to do now but place himself in her hands, and 
go with the flow. He was back on an even keel again.

They lay in silence for a few minutes more.  She 
cuddled him tenderly, entwining herself over his 
torso. They both had to fight the desire to drift off 
to sleep.  Finally she got up.  He could see his cum 
smeared here and there on her bra and belly.

She pulled the smock back on, sticky spots and all.  
The webbing all got rolled up into her bag of tricks.  
He zipped himself up and checked for any stray shots.

She reached to his desk blotter and picked up one of 
his business cards.  

“I’ll call you later.  Love slave!”

The door snicked shut.  A new chapter of his life 
opened.




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