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 #01: Samantha's story - The Meeting

   A crescendo of noise greeted me as I entered the station concourse. 
Everywhere people were looking at the departure boards, CANCELLED,
CANCELLED, CANCELLED, the story was the same on all the panels, on the
large TV screen the news was silently showing footage of the train crash
that had effectively closed half the rail routes out of the city.  Reaching
into my bag I added my voice to the noise.

   "Hello David, it's Sam from downstairs.  Listen it's chaos here in
London could you do me a favour?  I've left my best little black dress in
the washing machine, could you rescue it for me before that bitch in flat 5
steals it . . .  yes you can borrow it, but return it clean!  Thanks love"

   David was my one friend left after I moved to London, as camp as could
be, but he loved me as long as I let him borrow my clothes and make-up.  He
could go into the most fantastic sulks but a dear never the less and
turning into my regular weekend date since my last girlfriend blew me out.
Being a couple meant we could practice using our gaydar, go out without
being hit on by straights and bitch about everything.  Now I thought a
stiff drink and a plan.

   The Railway Tavern was packed with pissed off commuters getting drunk
before heading off to cheap hotels or back to the office to sleep.  I
guessed it was back to the office for me as yet again there was too much
month at the end of the pay packet.  The other option was to pick up a
bloke and get him to pay for the hotel but that normally backfired as even
if he was too drunk to perform that night you had to try to run away before
he demanded a quickie in the morning and I had been cock free for six years
now.

   I ordered two pints and two whiskies, well, it was happy hour, and set
off to find a seat.  My luck was in, as I was about to go upstairs a nice
gent, suited and booted, stood up from a rather scuffy looking sofa.

   "Here, have this.  We're just leaving", his companion - a rather cheap
looking office girl who I guessed answered to the name of Bike - glared at
me.

   "Why thank you kind sir", I replied, dropping a little curtsey, "a true
gentleman in all this chaos".  He grinned at me and Bike glared harder, "be
safe you all".

   I could see why she glared, after all I am hot and she doesn't know I
would rather fuck her than him.  Still time to drink and people watch.

   The whisky was rough and strong but there seemed to be something going
on at the bar as all the men were staring towards the door and nudging each
other.  Then I saw her for the first time.

   That moment she was the most striking woman I had ever seen in my life,
my little lezzie heart did back flips just watching her.  At about 5'11"
she towered over most men and her rich long red hair fell poker straight
down her back.  She was wearing the thickest cropped fur jacket in pure
white.  Half zipped it exposed her tits and cleavage.  Under the jacket you
could see the bottom of her corseted top pinching in her waist.  Her legs
were covered with skin tight ski pants in jet black and I could see the
outline of her sex as she walked, I caught glimpses of leather knee boots
with laces up the front, platform soles and a seven inch heel.  God she was
hot.

   She paused a moment at the bar and spoke to the barman and then to my
joy walked straight towards me.

   "Is the seat taken", she asked?  Numbly I moved my bag and she sat down
crossing her long legs.  Slowly she opened her shoulder bag, also of soft
fur and got out cigarettes.  "If you stare at me again I will be forced to
spank you."

   "Sorry, didn't mean to..", my explanation was cut short by the barman
appearing with a bottle of Champagne, two glasses and an ice bucket.  God
had she really said that.  He went to pour.

   "No leave it", she snapped standing up.  "Come here".  The barman leant
forward and she kissed him full on the lips.  "There now you'll have
something to wank about later on".  Several men laughed as the barman went
bright red and retreated back to the bar.

   Laughing she poured two glasses.

   "Here little starer, it's got to be better than that cheap whisky."
Muttering my thanks I took the glass from the manicured hands.  "So what do
you have planned for this evening now the trains are fucked.  Me I was
supposed to be on a private jet to Paris instead of a bar in Victoria. 
Still at least I can get a good night's sleep in my flat, you?"

   "Cheap whisky and a sleep at my desk I guess, why Paris"

   "I was going to put on my show for an invited audience still what's ten
thousand net profit when you can drink cats piss in Victoria, god this fizz
is crap."

   "Ten grand, what do you do" (fuck the entire audience, gang bang, fire
ping balls out of your cunt, I thought)

   "I am the recognised European authority at Shibari, the Japanese Art,
here" digging into her bag again she produced a small photo album.  I
opened it and my mouth fell open, it was full of women bound in miles of
rope but the rope made patterns over their bodies.  It cut and shaped them,
knots dug in where no-one should touch.  They were helpless, bound and
gagged and it turned me on.

   "Does it hurt"

   "No, Shibari celebrates a persons trust in another, it should frustrate,
tease, arouse and produce orgasms that will make your scream into your gag
for more.  It should only hurt if you stare", she looked straight at me.

   I gulped, "You want to do this to me?" I asked.

   "It would beat getting drunk on cheap whisky, and besides I have a flat
with a large bath, a well stocked fridge, decent fizz and a large bed or a
smaller spare bed, your choice or is that office floor so nice."

   This was better than people watching, looking round I saw a dirty bar
full of boring people.  Beside me was the sexiest woman I had ever seen
saying she wanted to tie me up and make me cum.  Standing up I looked down
at her, "let's go, quickly before I change my mind."

   "One thing", standing up she reached and pulled my head towards her,
slowly opening her mouth she kissed me long and hard.  Her mouth tasted of
warm smoke and sex and I knew I wanted more.

   Outside she hailed a taxi and gestured me to get into the back, I don't
know what was said but the taxi driver laughed and she got in beside me.

   "Here put these on", she handed me a pair of dark Ray-Bans and I looked
at her in confusion.  "Put them on or the only place the taxi will take you
is to a cold office floor!"

   The glasses had been painted on the inside lens and putting them on made
me completely blind.  "You have to trust me if you are going to enjoy this.
This is not some cock with a cheap pair of handcuffs from Ann Summers, this
is being owned completely by someone else, they choose what freedom you
have, what sensations you can feel, when you cum and how often.  Tonight
you have no worries or fears just the opportunity to relax and enjoy your
body.  Tonight there are no names or addresses just a night of sexual
pleasure."

   By the end of her speech I was ready for her to fuck me in the back of
the cab, but I just sat there blind and waited.  About twenty minutes later
the taxi stopped and she reached over and removed the glasses.  We were in
an underground parking bay surrounded by some of the most expensive cars I
had seen.  Paying the taxi she led me across to a lift, she swiped a card
to call it.  In silence we entered and she swiped again to close the doors
before pressing the top button.  We sped upwards.

   The doors opened into a very expensive open plan penthouse flat.

   Leading me by the hand we entered a large room to the side, mirrors
covered every wall and a single chair sat in the middle of the room, beside
it was a wine cooler with an open bottle of Champagne and two glasses.  She
crossed to the seat and sat down.

   "Ah, good Charles has been busy.  Let's see what I have to play with. 
Take your jacket off dear and slowly turn round until I tell you to stop."
My heart stopped, what if this woman didn't like what she saw, would I be
cast aside, she looked so beautiful in her lush fur and skin tight clothes,
so expensive and I wanted her to like me.

   Slowly I slipped of my jacket, I thought I looked good, my soft cashmere
jumper clung to my curves and I was proud that today I was not wearing a
bra, my tits looked firm although you could see my nipples through the
weave.  My skinny jeans were a designer label, albeit a cheaper one, my
boots were black and shiny and my hair was a sort cascade of blonde
shaggyness.  I WAS hot.

   "What size are you?", she asked.

   "Eight"

   "Really, if you ever lie to me again I will throw you out, what size are
you and who told you to stop turning", I admitted to a ten, she smiled. 
"Tits?", 34-D I confessed, "and shoes", five.

   "I thought so, you are my body double, that could be fun, come here".

   She crossed to the mirrored wall and pushed a panel.  It sprang open to
reveal rows of white rope.  Taking a length she turned to me.

   "Raise your arms", she walked behind me as I obeyed.  "This is 30' of
6mm rope and is were we will start."

   Doubling the rope over she quickly wrapped it round my body twice just
under my tits and then twice just over my tits, she tied it behind my back
and passed it over my shoulder.  Wrapping it round the binds between my
tits she cinched it tight before returning the rope over the other shoulder
and finishing.  I was now wearing a tight rope bra, my tits thrust out and
my nipples were rock hard.

   She got a shorter piece of rope and tied my hards behind my back, I
could feel her loop the rope through the bra and pull my wrists higher up
my back.

   "I'm getting hot", walking round in front of me she reached up and
slowly unzipped the fur.  Her tits were full and firm, the corset finished
just under them.  "Come here, you know what to do." Bending my head I
sucked her left nipple hard into my mouth, she gasped as I teased her
nipple with my tongue, I could feel her hands deep in my hair, slowly she
pulled me back and directed my open mouth to her other tit.  "I bet you are
wet?" I nodded.  Pulling my head back she kissed me before letting go.  "Do
you want to cum?" I nodded.

   Reaching up she grasped my left nipple and twisted it hard, I yelped. 
"Small children nod", she said, "you reply Yes Mistress if you can."

   "Yes, Mistress", I whispered, "make me cum, please Mistress".  She
smiled.

   Slowly she unzipped my jeans and slid her hand onto my hot sex.  Smiling
she removed her hand and smelt it, taking a tube of cream she smeared her
fingers and then she reinserted her hand into my jeans.  The cream was cold
to my pussy lips and clit.  She zipped up my jeans as the burn started.  My
cunt was suddenly on fire, I could feel every stitch, every seam pressing
into my fanny and I nearly came on the spot.

   Laughing she got another piece of rope.  This she wrapped round my waist
before tying several knots in the loose end, it then went between my legs,
the knots matched my pussy and asshole precisely and everything was
tightened.  I now had a knot deep in my cunt and my fanny went into
overdrive.

   "I'm hungry, come on lets finish this in the main room, you can lie on
the floor and orgasm your heart out and I'll cook"

   I hobbled after her as fast as I could but if I walked to fast the knots
dug into my cunt and threatened to make me cum.  The main room was
fantastic, a thick fur lay in front of a warm fire and she was waiting on
it for me.  I hobbled forward, she took me in her arms and laid me face
down on the fur, more rope was added round my knees and ankles, then a rope
was fastened between my rope bra and my ankles and tightened into a hog
tie, I couldn't move.

   She held a rope in front of my face and ordered me to open my mouth,
doing so the rope was wound round my head as a gag and securely tied.  A
last rope went from the gag to my ankles pulling my head back.  Laughing
she stood up.

   "You have the time it takes me to prepare a salad to cum, if not then I
will make you cum", all I could see was her ankles as she walked away. 
This would be easy, all I had to do was...  I couldn't move.

   "Nuuugh", I screamed into my gag I had to cum but I couldn't, my pussy
was so hot, my clit felt like a ping-pong ball but I could not move to
bring me off.  The ankles returned.

   "Too late, Do you want me to help?"

   "Yeeeh, pleah Mishes", I begged.  I could feel her slide something under
my rope pants and it started to vibrate, it caused the rope to vibrate, the
rope caused the knot to vibrate and the knot caused my clit to vibrate.

   "AAAAGH", my body exploded in orgasm as wave after wave hit me, she must
turn it off but the ankles just walked away.

   "AAAAGH", it stopped.  I gasped in air round the gag, sweat pouring off
me.  That was fucking brilliant.  It started to vibrate again, "no, No, NO,
NOOO, AAAAGH"

   About twenty minutes later the ankles returned, "Foods ready, come on",
she turned me off and quickly untied me.  "Well your a bit of a mess but
did you enjoy it."

   "Thank you, Mistress for making me cum", I said as she lead me to the
table.

   === This was my first attempt at writing, please send any feedback to
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