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. Please send comments about this story to timos111@hotmail.com