2 comments/ 14519 views/ 4 favorites Working Valentine's Night By: HandsOnMaster Author's Note: My apologies to the long-suffering editors, and dear readers. In my haste to post, I duplicated half of the story, and cut out the last half. I hope that those of you who were dissatisfied get the opportunity to read how it was meant to finish. My stories tend to have a long fuse, so this is not for the impatient; I do believe that the story eventually delivers the goods. A final caution, this story does have restraints, but it is all consensual, and frankly it is for fun, not pain. As always, I love the feedback, and respond to each feedback that you provide. Thank you for reading! =================================== As she stood there as the document courier yet again, She was peeved all over again that she had to cancel her Valentine's date to haul documents to this man's hotel room for the umpteenth time. It wasn't that he was rude; he had the essential social graces to say "please" and "thank you", he looked her in the eyes when he spoke, and he didn't undress her when she had to stand there and wait for him. It occurred to her at that moment that what irritated her the most was he didn't react to her AT ALL. It infuriated her; after the incident with the briefcase, she had tried flirting, and when that didn't work, she had tried a variety of techniques that always got responses from men. Jenn had tried the bitchy attitude, she had even thrown a mini-tantrum when he asked for her to run a shipping summary late in the day. She had dumped a stack of files on her desk, raised her voice, and asked him just what he was thinking in her best ice princess challenge. She stood there with her hands on hips and her chin jutted out, scowling defiantly, waiting for him to start back-pedaling. Jenn didn't usually have to resort to the tantrum, so the rest of the executive assistants and nearby office staff hushed and awaited the impending fold-job. Jenn had a reputation for putting on a great show, so multiple "prairie-dogs" popped above cubicle walls to catch a glimpse. What happened next still agitated Jenn every time she thought about it. He looked into her eyes without blinking, then a small smirk appeared, and he had the gall to state "If you're not up to it, I'm sure that someone else will get me what I want" with a laugh in his voice. She was so stunned that she was still formulating a blistering response when he turned sharply and handed the report specs to that cow Melinda that had been mooning over him since he had first showed up. "Melinda dear, would you be so kind as to run this report? It appears Jennifer isn't up to it." That fool Melinda lit up like he had proposed, and gushed, "Oh right away Mr Casen!" She snatched the instructions out of his hands like he was giving her the ring, and then paused, blushed, and then said with a sly smile on face, "It would be MY pleasure, sir!". She finished by sliding her eyes to her right to look at Jeen like she was gutter trash. Of course, he took the opportunity to pile on without missing a beat, "That is awfully kind of you Melinda, I appreciate your willingness to serve me in this minor task. I look forward to working with you more closely." With that he had headed back into the conference room, never even sparing a look towards Jenn. With her light complexion, the flush continued to rise in her features, and she snapped out of her haze of emotions when she heard the first of the "oooooooooohs". Her head snapped around like it was on a swivel, and the prairie dogs disappeared immediately. Melinda was pounding away on her keyboard like her life depended on it, a beautific smile plastered across her face like she had seen a vision. Jenn hated her. Melinda had committed the cardinal sin of the female herd, never buck the lead females, just follow the herd and their lead. Jenn hadn't been there very long, so she wasn't the top female, but everyone knew she was hired as the eye candy for the executive suite, regardless of her other skills. In short order, most of the executives flirted with her or feared her wrath, and thus her status was quickly established within the herd. For most of the other women Jenn was easy to get along with, and she had picked up several skills doing the ill-fated tech startup that allowed her to excel most of the others females. She had always wanted adventure and challenge, this was just going to be another type of challenge. Ever since Mr Casen showed up, he had been a thorn in her side. What made Jenn fume ever more was the CEO, Mr Pickers had personally assigned Jenn to be his assistant while he was working the company. ------------ Her mind returned to the present, and she glanced across the hotel room, looking at that damn briefcase of his, it had started her problems. Jenn thought back to the day last fall when he had arrived. Jeen always kept the entrance hallway to the executive suites in her peripheral vision, and what she noticed first about Casen was even at a distance, he was different. He was distinctly not Texan in his attire, having neither a cowboy hat or boots. At the same time, he wasn't East Coast uptight either; he came down the hallway with a casual gait, scanning, greeting folks, and dressed in comfortable jeans with an untucked dress shirt under a well-tailored sport coat. Then she noticed the no-escort visitor pass, and she was immediately alert - the only other visitor she had ever seen make it past security, much less get a no-escort pass, was Mr Picker's chairman of the board and golf buddy. At that moment his eyes caught hers, and there was a twitch of his small smile as he zeroed in on her. His face was neutral, but there was something about how his eyes scanned; they roved quickly, even though his head moved sanguinely. Watching him close on her desk, the hair tingled on the back of her neck - she should have known then that he was trouble. She felt more than saw Mr Pickers move past her desk, angling to intercept the mysterious stranger with a fierce hand-shake. "Good to meet you Shawn, Beau tells me great things about you!" The stranger returned the handshake firmly and smiled as he maintained eye contact, "Beau said you're every bit as fierce as when you two played football at the U." Mr Picker laughed, and then pointed to Jenn's guest chair, "Take a load off Shawn! Leave your bag of tricks with Jenn here, and let's get you introduced to the rest of the boys." As soon as the bag was set down, Mr Picker was off with his arm on the shoulder of the stranger, leading through the office suite introducing him to all of the other executive staff. A few minutes later, laughing and in high spirits, they all headed into the conference room. Just before Mr Picker closed the doors, he turned to Jenn, "Darling, this here is a very important meeting, hold all our calls." --------- The meeting went on for hours, with the only interruption when they had Jenn order in lunch for all of them. She knew better than ask them what they wanted to drink, there was a fully stocked bar built into the back wall, and as the general volume rose through the afternoon, it sounded like it was getting a full work out as well. Late that day, the room spilled open as some of them headed for the washrooms, while others headed back to their offices to catch up on things. Several had a bit of a sway as they moved, and more than few had flushed faces; spirits were high in all cases. Mr Pickers and the COO, Mr Spaulding, rejoined the stranger in the conference room, leaving the doors open this time as they gathered around a whiteboard, now full of diagrams, notes, and lists. She couldn't hear exactly what they were talking about, but they were excited. She could see the stranger over the shoulders of the two executives considering something that Mr Spaulding was fired up about. His hand covered his mouth and grasped his chin, further emphasizing the close-cropped beard and intelligent eyes. The stranger started to move past the men towards his large briefcase when Mr Pickers placed his hand on his shoulder to stay him and turned toward Jenn, "Jenn darling, Mr Casen needs his notes out of his briefcase." He turned and got some specifics and then turned back,"It's a brown leather bound journal. Would you bring it here for him?" Jenn was increasingly curious what the story was with this stranger, so she welcomed the chance to dig through his bag. She was tingling with a little naughty excitement, that should have been her first warning of imminent trouble. As she began to rifle through the contents, she was amazed how much the bag held, it must weigh over 50 pounds, but there had been no indication as he walked up; again, she should have realized he was not just what he appeared, she was getting in over her head. Jenn was so intent on exploring the contents of the mystery man's bag, she did not notice the increasingly irritated looks Mr Pickers cast her way each time he diverted his attention from the animated conversation. Having had his fill of waiting, Mr Pickers raised his voice, "What in the hell is taking you so long Jenn?" Jenn started at his words, but then something in the conversation caught the CEO's attention and he turned back and re-engaged, gesturing to something on the whiteboard. Jenn had no time now, and she realized she had no idea where the damn journal was - she started to panic now, glancing up at the men while fishing around with her hands - her hands came across something smooth and metallic, and it felt so out of place she drew it out without looking, and in hindsight, definitely without thinking! She had no idea that her increasingly frantic search had drawn the attention of the other women, so her first clue was the gasp of several of them when her hand cleared the bag. Startled again, she looked down to see a softly lined cuff with a sturdy velcro closure and an unmistakable polished metal ring extending from the cuff. One thought immediately leapt to her mind, and it both terrified her and made her wet. She quickly scanned the room, and saw that every woman within sight reacting to what she held, and none were left un-moved. Realizing that the men would see as well, she swiveled around to see that damn stranger was watching her over Mr Picker's shoulder, and there was that twitch of a smile before he spoke again to Mr Pickers. Damn him! He knew that was in the bag, and he let me dig around until I found it! And he used me to show it to every woman here - he was a manipulator who played me into advertizing his lusts! She stuffed it back into his bag and opened it further to find the blasted journal. Like magic, she saw it tucked UNDER the other restraints. She fished it out, and jumped up and quickly walked into the conference room to hand the journal to the the stranger, but Mr Pickers wheeled as she approached. "Damnation Jenn! what took so long?' Before she could reach past the CEO to rid herself of the journal, the stranger lit up with a disarming smile, "Jenn, did you find what you were looking for?" The smile lingered, and she had to bite back a vicious response. With the CEO watching her, she looked at that irritating man, and bit out, "Yes sir, I'm glad I was able to find what I was looking for" She also found what he wanted her to find, and embarrassed herself in the process. Walking back out to her desk, she was amazed at the amount of sideways glances the other women were giving her, the little knowing smiles, but they wouldn't make eye contact. She was never going to live that down, and the rumor mill would be going hog wild with the kinky things that this stranger was capable of doing. ------------- Staring at that bag, Jenn wondered if the restraints were in his bag now - he had come with another document delivery from Mr Pickers the other night, and she had seen them out. That had been startling enough, but seeing them attached to smooth white lines fed through the rings on his custom weight bench had shocked her. It had also made her wet and nervous the whole time she was in his room. She just couldn't help herself, she wondered who had been up here with him? What had he done to her? Where was she now? Jenn looked at the lines, wondering how it worked, and she wondered what it felt like. He sat there in the chair, in a sleeve-less workout shirt and loose shorts, a sweaty towel hung around his shoulders, and the sweat was still bright on his large arms. His build wasn't as obvious at the office, but he usually was in workout clothes when she came by, and he was big, bigger than most of the twenty-somethings at her metro gym. Waiting for him to start with the questions, her eyes wandered back to the custom weight bench. The General Manager of the hotel was a friend of Mr. Spaulding, so he had gotten a top floor suite near the gym, and they had removed the other furniture so there was room for the bench and weights. The articulating bench and seat were broader and more heavily padded than most, and the base was also wider. At first she had thought it was stupid, until she realized the other night what those rings were for, and suddenly it was blindingly obvious. This was his custom bondage rig, which he displayed in full view, and now it taunted her. Mr Casen couldn't know, but she had fantasies of being taken by a stranger, of being tied up, exposed, penetrated ... She shook her head, trying in vain to make those thoughts disappear. Even though she hated this man, she knew those arms were strong enough to hold her down, spank her ass, make her feel his control, make her beg .... She shook her head again, wanting to banish those thoughts - her small town Mom would have a fit if she could see even the mildest imaginings. Growing up in a small coal town, Jenn had wanted to move to the big city as long as she could remember, and explore these fantasies. "Do you have the fork-lift maintenance records I asked for?" Jenn snapped back to the here and now, and started digging through the stack of reports, glad to have a distraction for her imagination. There was polite knock at the door, and he slipped past her, his right hand grasping her upper arm, it was both warm and firm, and she enjoyed the touch even if he was a big ass. Looking for the report he had directed, she was vaguely aware of a flurry of activity behind her. Then he grasped her arms from behind her and moved her forward and to the left, towards the bench. "You're going to have to move Dear, or they will surely run you down". He let her go just as quickly as he had grabbed her, but his words rang in her mind as she was looking at the bench again. He had called her "Dear", and the feeling when he laid hands on her and moved her - she was tingling now. She found the report, and turned to give it to Mr Casen, to be confronted by Mr Casen seated at a fully set dining table for two, complete with a two elegant chairs, and a server with the other chair drawn for her, and a sommelier holding a bottle of red, ready to uncork it. Jenn just about dropped her papers and purse, but was able to stammer, "Uh, um, here is the report -" He smiled lightly and cut her off, "Jenn Dear, the steaks are going to get cold if you keep waving papers around, please do sit down." This turn of events so disarmed her, that Jenn placed her things on his desk, and that did as she was told. She had no idea of what he was up to, but she was stunned, curious, and after his repeated touches, wetter than she wanted to be. The server deftly slid her chair in, and with equal elan the wine was uncorked, sampled and served in short order. The steaming plates were uncovered, revealing beautifully plated steaks, broccoli, and small seasoned potatoes. The aroma reminded her of how long it had been since she had a meal this good. As quickly as they had arrived, the servers gathered their things and disappeared, leaving her seated with Mr Casen, wondering just what had happened in the last five minutes. Like he could read her mind, "Jenn Dear, Melinda mentioned that you had Valentine's Day plans for tonight, and while work had to come first, I wanted to make it up to you." The cow Melinda! Jenn's blood started to rise, and she started to formulate a blistering a response, as she ate. He had forced her to cancel her date indirectly, and now he sat there like the cat that caught the canary. Ooooh, she was going to tear into him, but before she threw down, she was going to eat this food, drink his wine, and plan because, as Mom would say, a girl's gotta eat. She was on the last bite of steak when he spoke again, and stunned her again, "Lest you think me a complete barbarian, please consider accepting this gift as well. I have good reason to believe that you have been secretly wanting this since we met." The package was fairly large, and wrapped in a deep red fabric that gave it a class that didn't fit him, Jenn instantly decided that another woman had wrapped it, and probably bought it too! She also wondered what else that terrible Melinda had been telling him - she had no idea what Jenn wanted. But, Jenn was curious now, and she wouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth, so she took the package, and continued to chew as she opened it. The fabric was luxurious, and it almost poured off the box once she un-did the lace knot that held it in place. This man and his knots, she mused as her curiosity grew. Underneath the wrapping was a light-weight but well-crafted wooden box. She slid off the lid, and almost choked on the last of her steak. Nestled in the richly lined box was a set of four restraints done in dark red. Time froze as Jenn sat there and just stared at them. She knew what they were, she knew what they were for, and as soon as she had laid eyes on them, she had wanted them. In fact, she wanted to put them on, feel them close around her, and take her somewhere she had never been before. But this man! Damn him and his presumption! He had barely talked to her before tonight, made her come by after work almost every night with this or that random report, and never responded to any of her flirting, even when she wore that daringly cut blouse and push-up bra that the girls almost burst out of when she leaned over. She had even wondered if he liked men instead, but he turned on the charm with Melinda and the other women, and a smile and a pleasant word got him anything he wanted. The women would talk in the lunch room, he had a presence that just enveloped the woman he was focused on, and they loved it. He had a habit of walking up behind a woman, speaking quietly to her, leaning over and touching their arms or shoulders, point out things on their screen, and hovering behind them as they rushed to please him. Made her furious every time she saw it, and wished we wasn't buddies with the CEO, or she would call those biddies in HR herself. She had even seen Mr Pickers nod towards her while talking quietly to Mr Casen, and while she couldn't hear what he said, the leer told her it wasn't about her Excel skills. Jenn had been smart, and only tolerated some light ass-grabbing from the executives - she had only had to break out the ice-princess stare a few times to make it clear she wasn't easy when one of the boys tried for more. Mr Casen on the other hand, treated her like she was a potted plant, or well-trained work-horse. He was polite and clear, but noticeably distant compared to the attention he lavished on the other women, and she had caught a comment that trailed off as she walked into the lunch room other day that " ... maybe Jenn just wasn't his type". What the hell was his type then? Besides that bitch Melinda, the rest may all have Dallas big hair, or enough perfume to choke a bull, but none of them were eye candy status! She got angry every time she thought about these things, and it was just offensive that he paid them all of his attention, and ignored her! Working Valentine's Night Which brought her back to this beautiful box, what the HELL was he thinking? One steak and a good bottle of wine (it had been sooo smooth and spicey) would get you lucky? She had to admit that even since she had been in Texas, the steak was the best she had ever tasted, but still, she wasn't that cheap. She looked up at him, and for the first time since they had met, he had a real smile for her; it was neither snarky or smirky, but unguarded, and perhaps even endearing if she wasn't so furious at him. She started to spin up for a real Class-A rant when he cut her off, "Dear, I see that fire in your eyes, and regardless of what you think of me, you do need to be honest with yourself about how badly you want to try out those restraints. Sit there for a moment and ask yourself what you really want, lest you brashly say something that you will regret." The wind went out of her for a minute, and he continued, "Work is over, and while I make no apologies for displacing your aspiring paramour for the night, I have chosen to offer these to you because I am uniquely gifted to offer you this experience, and you have nothing to fear from me. If, after you have truly considered what you secretly want, you may return this gift un-accepted, and this will be the end of it. It will not change how I treat you in the office, and Mr Pickers will never know. Jenn, take your time, for we both know you can be .... head-strong." He purposely sat back, and while the smile remained on his visage, his eyes watched her like they could see the thoughts turning in her mind. He was unhurried and at peace, and that just unnerved her more somehow. In all that he had said, one thing had cut her to the quick - she *very much* wanted to change how he treated her at the office! She wanted him to reserve all of his attentions for her, to dote over her instead of the other women, she wanted him to bathe her in that presence of his, she wanted to have him touching her, standing behind her, guiding her .... Good Gawd! Every time she looked on the contents of this box, her thoughts went straight in one direction, and the core in her hips had bypassed her brain, and had taken control of her urges. Jenn disregarded any thoughts of jealousy, this was just a matter of her rightful place; if anyone deserved Mr Casen's , Shawn's attentions, it was her. Mr Pickers had even said so - SHE was to be his private assistant. Who else had he requested to drag over files and reports at the end of the day? She had obediently, if begrudgingly, done what he asked of her. Shawn ..... that was the first time she had thought of him by his first name, and that seemed to soften his gruff, distant behavior in that moment. Then it occurred to her that he had never told him to address him by his first name, she often referred to him as Sir, with a bit of snark in the phrase. Each time he answered her a pleasant "Yes?" like he had only heard a respectful comment. As she sat there, the war raged between conflicting thoughts and emotions in her head, and the growing wetness and yearning in her loins. She felt as if energy flowed out of that box, up her arms, and directly into her core, making her womanhood ache and inflame with passion and lust. If she didn't set the box down, get her stuff and leave, her body was going to win, and soon! Just as she started to lower the box to the table, an urgent thought arose, and the war became more pitched - what if she did go through with this? Could it be so bad? Maybe she would like it, but if not, she could hold this over him. Perhaps it was cheating, but maybe she could get what she wanted, and have leverage on the man who had spurned her advances. If Jenn hadn't been highly aroused already, it might have occurred to her that this new motivation sounded suspiciously like a rationalization, but the thought never occurred to at that moment, and frankly, the body didn't care, it just wanted what it wanted. Jenn felt the arousal spreading through her like the warmth of growing fire, and it filled her and threatened to consume her. She had always prided herself in being in control, getting what she wanted, but this adventure was going to strip away all control, and there was a part of her that fought that, resisted. She looked at the restraints intently, and her vision swam a bit, the candle light playing off the metallic rings, unbidden, her left hand played across them lightly. So soft, yet so strong and sturdy, they would carry her, hold her, bind her, take her control ....she was lost in a hazy picture of how the night could be .... strange, surreal, compelling .... she hungered .... Shawn spoke again, and she wondered how long he had let her sit and think - so had no sense of time. "You should understand that although I have rendered the invitation, and I will control events, you have two words at your disposal. One is simple, 'Pain'. If you say 'Pain', I will stop or ease what I am doing. I will not truly hurt you, so you control how much pressure or discipline you receive. The second word is 'Sunset'. If you choose to say 'Sunset', the evening ends immediately. Any restrains will be removed, I will not speak to you again, and you must assure me you are ready to travel and immediately leave." "These rules are simple, as are the phrases, to protect both of us. Do you understand?" Jenn has always assumed somehow, that even in the midst of impending passion, he would have both a plan and a method; it was so very like him. She still wasn't quite ready to give herself over, but she was close. The look in his eyes was even, but there was no doubt that she had to answer. "Yes ..... yes Sir, I understand those rules" her voice sounded small and unsure. Her bravado was slipping away, and she wasn't sure what remained besides lust and need. Incredibly, as she drew courage to look at him again; his face softened at her words, and there was suddenly a tender smile, "Good Girl Jenn, Good Girl. I understand you are afraid." For reasons she didn't understand, she flushed at his words, and wanted him to hold her. But that was not what her body wanted, and her urges had become insistent. She had to ask, had to know, and yet her voice cracked as she asked, "H-how does this work? what do I do?" "You must choose to place the cuffs on your own wrists as an active gesture of submission, and when you are sure you are ready, present yourself to me for the cuffs to be tightened. From that point on, you will do as you are told until they are removed, or you will be disciplined.There are a few formalities, after which you will leave the rest to me." His gaze was firm, but unhurried; those eyes though, they danced with energy. Looking into those eyes, she knew she was already his, she just hadn't admitted it to herself. The moment upon her, she set the box down, and placed first one cuff and then the other on, then jumped up thrusting her arms out. She was relieved and excited to have moved past indecision, and was now eager to begin! Looking at him again, he was sitting back and smiling, but shaking his head slightly side-to-side. Now she was suddenly uncertain of herself - she thought she done something wrong. She looked back down into the box and saw that under the cuffs she had removed was a choker of rich, black fabric - she didn't know how she missed that, but that was easy enough to put on. She reached down and snatched it up - his immediate "NO!" froze her. She started to tear up, she had screwed up already! "Dear, I didn't mean to unsettle you, but while that is part of that set, that is NOT for tonight. Once you understand, you can more fully consider that another time" Jenn's hands shook a little as she dropped the choker back in the box like it was suddenly a threat. She was a bit on edge, and she wondered what the was the story behind the choker, as she heard him rise and come around the table to her. She felt his hands on the sides of her face, and he turned her head up to meet his eyes, his thumbs wiping the dampness from the corners of her eyes. "Let me help you a bit, come around the table with me to where there is more room." She followed his steps carefully, and then stood looking into those eyes. "Now, the next part you have to do on your own. Since you are a tad unsteady, I will hold your hands if you like." She bobbed her head in agreement, and he smiled. "Good Girl" Such simple words, but she melted a little bit every time he said it. "You are going to kneel down in front of me. Settle yourself, and when you are ready to continue, you will extend your arms, give a small bow of respect, and state, 'I am ready Sir.' Do you understand?" Again she bobbed her head in agreement, and took a deep breath. With his strong hands helping her, she kneeled easily, and then took another deep breath. It was like they taught in yoga; control your breathing, control your mind, control your body. She almost giggled then, because she was just about to give control of her body up, and she suspected her mind would follow. As she focused her breathing, she pondered the formality of this, because her body was hammering at her will to hurry up and get to the good stuff! She came to the conclusion that even though this was seemed so old school and stuffy, it made giving over control very real, very concrete. She had the two words if she needed them, but she didn't think that she would. Another cleansing breath, and then she looked up at his face, and found him seated again, watching her quietly. His face was so impassive, neutral, it puzzled her, where she was a ball of nerves, energy and lust, he was suddenly deep, still waters. It occurred to her that he was so very different than any of the other, younger men that had touched her. So different, she thought. Taking another breath, she bowed slightly, then said, "I am ready Sir". She felt more than saw his hands take hers, "I accept your offer of submission." She felt him tightening each of the cuffs, and then he pulled her off the floor as he rose. His face was smiling now, and there was mischief in those eyes. "Since you are new to this, you are excused to the washroom to see to any physical needs you have before we begin."She started to turn when his arm stayed her. "Also, please disrobe while you are in there and hang your clothes as you wish. You won't be needing any clothes until you leave." With that, he turned her towards the washroom door, and gave her a sharp smack on the ass before he released her. It stung! She wheeled on him, but he was smiling and already had a finger to his lips shushing her, "Dear, do behave, let's not taint the mood." Even with her heels on, she had to look up into his face, and she could see that sharp words from her were a poor play. She took a quick breath, then smiled slyly and said Yes Sir!" Her body had awakened again, and she wanted more. She spun again, but as she stepped off for the washroom, his hand landed on her other ass cheek even more firmly, landing a stinging blow. She blinked, staggered as she struggled to right herself on her heels, and then smiled as she continued. Her loins burned even more than her ass, and she exaggerated the sway of her hips as she walked. She was rewarded with, "Mmmmmm. Lovely! Do hurry along Dear." Her smile of satisfaction grew; she was now looking forward to Valentine's Night. ---------------- She completed her washroom visit expeditiously, and at first felt a little awkward prancing around his room buck naked, but she had a bounce in her step, which she knew gave her womanly attributes an enticing sway, so she held her head back and pranced away. Her smile dipped a bit when she rounded back into the room, only to find he had removed his jersey, but still had his shorts on. Even though they were loose fitting running shorts, she thought she detected the tell-tale bulge of manhood, but she wanted visual evidence of her allure. She wasn't even trying to hide her stiff nipples and wet slit, her body was awfully close already. She may have had a little something to do with that while she was in the washroom, but she was determined to look irresistible. He smiled as he saw her, but stopped her before she could get a hold of his body and rub her chest against his (and her legs and hips against that bulge). He pulled out his phone, and she tried to conceal her displeasure - couldn't we do pictures later? He sensed her frustration, and put things in context. "Dear, we will begin the fun promptly, but as I said, there are certain formalities. Please do try and be patient" He then filmed a short interview with her, and other that a quick pan of her body to show no marks, he focused on her face, and asked her to confirm that she wanted to do these things, and consented by choice, and without duress. He also made her repeat the two words, and that she understood that she could use them at any time. He then had her put her private (NOT work) email in his phone, and he sent her a copy of the video. It did feel formal, but there was a part of her that was put more at ease, even if her body was horribly impatient to "get to the good bits". He put his phone away, took her by the shoulders, and looked down into her eyes, "Before we begin, I want you to know that I want to do this, I believe that you want to do this, but you are free to leave. I will not change how I treat you here, or at work" Her blood started to come up at once - silly man! Of course she wanted him to change how he treated her! She wanted the attention, the smacks on the ass, the touching, but those weren't even appetizers to what she had in mind. She wanted to hear him bellowing her name as he came like a bull. She wanted him in her, on her, filling her. She was close to just knocking him onto the bed and taking things into her own hands. She surged upwards, trying to entrap his head and lay a blistering a kiss on him when his arms steeled against her, and forced her back down onto her feet. Her grunt of frustration and irritation were both loud and palpable, and he only looked down smiling and shaking his head. "Decorum Dear. Until I release you, I lead, you follow. I know it is hard for you, but the restraints will help you." The words started to boil up, but he silenced her with a tilt of the head, "Behave Dear. You'll thank me .... eventually." The bench was slightly inclined, and he eased her down, attentive to where her hips rested on the two-part seat. Once he was satisfied with her positioning, He eased her onto her back. Jenn looked up as he towered over her, and she impishly pulled at the bottom of his shorts, "You should take these off!" Her voice was half kidding half imploring, and with that lustful face, most men would have pulled the shorts off immediately and begged forgiveness. He just laughed at her and swatted her hand away. But not before she was able to tug them tight enough to see a solid staff silhouetted against the fabric. She grinned with satisfaction and lust, that was what she wanted, and she meant to have it. He took first one wrist and then another, and attached them to the lines that led to through the rings on the bench uprights. "I'm going to apply tension to each arm now, relax into the pull, and I will help your arms and shoulders to loosen so that you don't get injured. When we're done, you will have some limited movement to prevent numbness, but you will be effectively bound. Are you ready?" She gave him her best "Come Hither and Fuck Me look", and he proceeded to reach behind her and pull on a soft, but very complete blind fold. Her world was suddenly dark, and she whined a bit before she could stop her self. She immediately felt a warm hand on her left nipple, which then proceeded to pinch it just enough to make her twitch. "Now, behave and be a Good Girl". She quieted, but her nipple continued to throb erotically as she now had to concentrate on her other senses. The simple praise "Good Girl" had become almost an aphrodisiac this evening, making her center melt and her heart come alive at the same time. She had no idea that pleasing him could be so enjoyable. She felt him attach a padded belt low across her hips, and as her arms were tractioned up, that made sense. She was stretched, but not painfully so, and then he hands began to rub firmly along her shoulder, and arm muscles. It was unlike any kind of massage she had experienced, drawing blood to the muscles, rubbing out knots that she didn't know were there, and suffusing her body. By the time he had done both arms from the center of the back to her wrists, she felt wonderful. A little dreamy (having drunk almost all of the wine may have something to do with that), and she was at ease with his touch and care. At some point he must have straddled the bench, because as he started to work the front of her shoulders, the fabric of his shorts tickled her sides as he moved rhythmically. As soon as he started to work down the front of her chest, her niples came alive, and she waited for when they got their turn under his hands. At the last moment, he swept around her sensitive breasts, and went to work on her obliques. Her body was dearly disappointed, but she stifled a moan of disappointment, and then she hear him chuckle above her, "Much better control, Good Girl!" A part of her swooned to hear those words, and her contentment increased as his hands worked her body. When he got down to her hips, she was steeled for disappointment, so she only sighed when his hands slid down the outsides of her legs. She felt the restraints being placed on her ankles, and he asked her a strange question, "The women say you do yoga, are you flexible?" She smiled in satisfaction, she had him here, " I do Yoga EVERY day. I'm very flexible." She was stunned when she got a smack to the inside of her thigh above her knee. "How are you to address me?" He inquired, and then she could have kicked herself; she had forgotten herself. "Sir, I'm very flexible." She stated more carefully. "Well then Dear, this next part will be rather exciting", and with that he began to traction her legs as he lifted them up, and then apart. Jenn could feel her legs being spread further to the sides, and slightly higher than her body. She began to focus her breathing, and he came to the rescue, working the muscles in her hips first, and then the insides of her thighs, out to her calfs. She became immersed in the experience, the warm strong hands, the pull against her body's muscles, and the steady deep breathing. She doubted anyone in the yoga studio had ever used their skills this way before. By the time he stopped she could feel the sweat dripping from his arms, and she could feel her own sweat standing on her legs and chest. Her sense was that her feet were drawn back in the air above her chest, pointing out towards her wrists. She wasn't sure how long she could hold this position, but she felt him sliding supports out under each knee, and she felt wonderful as she relaxed into them. When she thought of how wonderfully exposed she was to him, the wetness began all over again. All that she had to offer as a woman was fully exposed for his use, and she was fully immobilized. She was amazed how great, how free, how wanton it made her. Suddenly he was straddling her again, but this time he pressed his chest against her, draping his body over hers, and she gasped and arched her back as his hands were on her breast, his mouth at her throat and she thrilled to feel his stiffness lowe against her belly. There was nothing leisurely about his touch now, he carried a feral urgency that she willingly accepted. the only thing she could move was her head, but every time she wiped her head to bite, kiss, touch, he dodged away, carrying his attack to another location. Working Valentine's Night And then he grabbed a fist-ful of her hair, and growled into her ear, "Do you want it all?" Jenn almost screamed, YES Sir, please Sir, give me everything!" As suddenly as he had overwhelmed her, he was gone again. Jenn tried to calm herself, but her need was dominating her senses now, her breathing became an escalating moan. Jenn wanted to control herself, and thus please him, but she just didn't have much self-control left. Never had Jenn so desperately needed to be filled and taken. Sex had always been fun for Jenn, but she had never experienced these feelings. The urges were primal, and if she was not so completely restrained, she would have pounced on Shawn Casen and attempted to take his seed by force. At the same time, the imagine in her mind was ludicrous and gave her no comfort, because she knew she was unable to take anything from this man. The need she felt was overwhelming. Jenn was not into self-reflection, but the extremes of the situation illuminated something she had never realized; not having any control, while still being safe answered a craving she had only glimpsed shadows of before. Being bound naked, then stretched into an erotic position of total exposure and helplessness, brought to the cusp of epic release, all to await the will of the man who had brought her to this point. The current circumstance only underlined the obvious, she was aching for something from a man that she could not manipulate; he might very well release her from the restraints, smack her on her ass, and send her on her way. That thought sent a wave of sadness through her; being cast into the night with this newly exposed void unfilled upset her even if she didn't understand why. In such a heightened state, arousal gave way to panic quickly, and her moans silenced as she started to pant, and Jenn began to lose the struggle to control herself. The arousal had been heady, but the panic of potential loss, the not recieving was far worse, and it was quickly toxic in her situation. She wanted to cry out, but that would displease him; she wanted his touch and reassurance, she wanted his presence, if only this once. Increasingly disoriented and aggitated, her sharp tongue abandoned her, her need fed her panic, eating at her and increasing the ache of the emptiness that mocked her need. Her brow was fevered when his hand swept across it, and her whole body ached to feel that hand, To drink in that comfort and presence. "You're needy aren't you?" His voice was not unkind, but the analytical inflection worried her that he was contemplating his actions, and she really did NOT want him thinking right now, she wanted him DOING. She bobbed her head nervously, afraid that her words would do her more harm than good. She wanted to chase that hand badly, but she was terrified that one false move would undo everything. He was astride her again, rubbing her temples, and as it soothed her, the fear began to fade. "Over time, I have learned that each woman who experiences my work with restraints, needs to see a part of herself laid bare, begin to appreciate her need. Some have told me that they find the sudden exposure of that internal need quite disconcerting." He continued to run his hands along her face, jaw, and then neck as he mused, and Jenn was content to melt into his hands. Her panic was quickly replaced by a comfort, a sort of joy that was unusual for her - she found a strange enjoyment in his simple, non-sexual touches. Ever since she had budded as a woman, boys and then males adored touching her, but it invariably was with one goal in mind. In contrast, this man could have anything from her body, and yet he was driving her to distraction by not being particularly eager to taste of any of her various pleasures. His touch shifted to a more feathery, light touch as he descended down her neck to her shoulders, and while it was not overtly sexual, it was most assuredly erotic. Jenn's skin warmed under his hand, and it felt as static electricity gathered as he stroked her body lightly. She heard his voice, and it was soothing, "You are safe here in my hands, there is nothing to be afraid of tonight." More comforting than the words or his touch was his restraint and care for her when she was so totally helpless. The thought flited through her mind that he was so retro, she wondered if he knew. In short Jenn had swung from lust, to panic, to comfort, although the very slow, rhythmic touch was trance-like in it's effect. She sighed, breathed deeply, and allowed herself to just rest in the moment. His face was closer when he spoke this time, and she smiled at the intimacy of this moment, "Shhhh, be at peace, that's a Good Girl." Jenn warmed at those words, and she wondered at why she wanted so badly to please this man. So rung out already, more spent than she had ever been before in a sexual liaison, it was odd to be almost lulled to sleep and deliciously aroused already. Her womanhood must be engorged again, for it felt so warm and ready, and yet strangely detached from her mind. "You were afraid of more than just not finding your release." When he stated it as a fact, she just gave a small nod and he continued, "You saw a need in you that scared you didn't you?" Panic flashed through her, but he continued to brush along her shoulders and upper chest, and she felt so safe, she just couldn't lie even though the very thought of being left unfulfilled made her ache. She nodded again, and despite her contentment, tears started to form, because now she was afraid of what came after, that void in her felt threatening and unquenchable. She couldn't stay in this moment for ever, and then what? That thought began worry her. If he couldn't read minds, he could apparently read bodies, "Shhhhh Dear, stay with me here in the present, enjoy this, experience this. You don't want to ruin this for us both of us, do you?" She shook her head immediately, sure that she wanted all that he would give her. Jenn was obedient, and focused on her breathing, and his hands. The panic wouldn't completely disappear, but it was distant now, manageable as long as he kept touching her. His voice was comforting, but there was something in what he just said - "... for both of us" She had no idea what HE was getting from this, but it touched her that he was. It gave her a deep joy that this intimacy touched him as well. His hands had methodically moved down her arms, and she had no idea that the light strokes along the inside of her arms, the insides of her elbows, even her armpits were so erogenous. She could feel that her nipples were stiff and erect now, and as he worked, the edges of his shorts would sway across them and increase their sensitivity. Even as her arousal continued anew to build across her body, never in her life had she experienced anything like this - it was both excruciating in it's slow, almost glacial progression, and yet so rich that she never wanted it to end. As his hands returned to her shoulders, suddenly his beard rubbed across her jaw line, and his voice was no more than a whisper, "You want to please me now, don't you Dear?" Any other time she would never admit such a thing, but there was no denying in this moment. Her voice was small, but honest, "Yes Sir, I very much want to please you." She hesitated unsure, then she continued, "I very much want to please my Mas-" but her lips were silenced as his right hand was suddenly on them. He was not rough, but so sudden, it was jarring, and suddenly the panic started to rise again. "Dear, I am sorry to startle you, but you MUST NOT speak of what you do not truly understand." He brushed her left cheek with those fingers wet with her own saliva, and she quieted, further aroused by such a gentle touch. There was so much Jenn did not understand tonight,but it was easy to release her concerns when he was touching her. While she had anticipated some acrobatic sex, she felt like she had been through some sort of kinesthetic therapy that had blended into whole body massage. Between the two, and her own internal discoveries, she felt at peace and centered, so when he whispered in her ear again, "Dear, are you ready to continue?" She smiled and nodded confidently in the affirmative. She wasn't sure he saw the smile, for he was immediately kissing along her jaw line, the warm saliva trail he left on her throat made her moan softly, and then he was kissing and sucking on her neck below her ear. Her body flushed easily at this point, and the warmth spread through her as touches became more demanding. Being bound gave her strange freedom to just experience the love-making. When he hit a particularly arousing location, she strained to touch him back, share back that passion, and it was at point that the binding began to actually irritate her. She tried to channel her passion into sounds, whispered words of encouragement, but she had always be very tactile, and her frustration grew along with her arousal. He spread his kisses and touches around her torso, scrupulously avoiding her breasts and her tingling nipples. When he suddenly dipped into her belly button, she tried to crunch forward and trap his head, to hold him there, but the restraints snapped tight, and she only hurt herself. Angry, frustrated, and hurting, she let it out in a sharp, plantative sound. He immediately stopped, and that only made her more aggravated and she let loose with another sharp sound to reflect her agitation. His hands went to sides (soooo close to her needy breasts), and he bent down quickly, so close that he she could feel his breath on her face. Without thinking she licked her lips, wanting his kiss, wanting him close. "If anything hurts use your word. If you want to stop, you only have to say the word, and I will release you. Do you remember your words?" There was concern in his voice. When he talked about stopping again, Jenn's temper flared. She wanted more, not stopping! She got control of herself before she shot off her mouth, and instead took a breath, and then said quietly, "Sir, when you licked my belly-button that felt very good, but I couldn't reach you, to touch you." She hesitated before making her request, but asked anyway, "Would it be possible to release just my left hand so that I can touch you?" Then she hastened to add, "I'm very good with my hands, I'll behave!" As soon as it came out of her mouth, she knew how silly and juvenile it sounded, but she was frustrated and she was usually very good at getting her way. His response confirmed her fears, "Dear, you are used to getting what you want aren't you?" As much as she was in his thrall, she couldn't bring herself to tell the truth there, so she held her peace and tried to look sweet and innocent with her heels in the air above her and her body on display. Well, she tried with her face, her body told another story. She felt him press himself back upright, and then she felt a finger tracing her face near her mouth. He drew a lazy circle around her lips, and she blew him a kiss. "This mouth of yours gets you in all kinds of trouble doesn't it?" They both knew that was a rhetorical question, so she just smiled and blew him another kiss. "I think that we should keep your lovely mouth occupied lest it get you into more trouble." Hearing this Jenn licked her lips and smiled confidently - she was good at loving a man's cock with her mouth, and the number of times her face had been coated with "icing", testified to her success rate. She resisted the urge to smack her lips, and just continued to swirl her tongue across her lips. She was getting wet just thinking about taking him into her warm mouth; she didn't often swallow, but she wanted to swallow all of his. If she was choosing, she would rather that he spray that hot cum deep inside of her, but at some point, this had become far more than just sex, and pleasing him was important, essential to her. She accepted that as a truth even as it seemed foreign to her. She felt the tip of something on her lips, so she immediately strained forward to envelop as much of it as she could reach - and when she found it to be a single finger, her disappointment knew no bounds. She was learning though, she just licked and sucked away, keeping her mouth occupied. He had watched her; the eager surge forward, the distinct look of disappointment, and then the obedience. She was amazingly head-strong, and yet she showed such passion and promise. It bothered him a bit that he was so drawn to her, it would make his life more difficult the further this went. "I saw your disappointment Dear, your choice of obedience is acknowledged and appreciated. Good Girl." He saw the face soften at those words, and then the color rise as she took an especially long lick and suck. He smiled and thought, such a vixen she is - she must be irresistible to most men. He withdrew the one soaked finger, and replaced it with a finger from his other hand, Jenn went right to work, and he reached down to plumb her belly-button with one finger, and then traced a slow, wet line up towards her left nipple. Jenn tried in vain to wiggle her hips in appreciation, and then contented herself with moaning around the finger in her mouth as the other slid along her skin. It was so close, and then he stopped! "So Sorry Dear, but that finger ran dry. Here, let's try again." Jenn smiled at his little teases, and demurely went back to work on the first finger as he pressed it between her lips. The other finger circled her belly button as well, then headed for her right breast. Soooo close, and then it too ground to a halt. Being the competitive sort, she sucked less, and drooled more, she willed those fingers to reach her breasts and summit on her rigid nipples. By the third time they were gliding up her mounds, halting just short of her nipples. She redoubled her efforts until she felt her saliva running out the sides of her mouth and running down her neck. She was so close. On the fourth try, they moved quickly to her breasts, up to the summit - and then *around* her nipple - before she could stop herself, she gasped, then caught herself. His finger paused, "Have we found the limits of your ability to play this game?" Jenn froze, upset that she had lost control again, and unsure what she should say. "Dear, you must always be honest with me. At the same time, you need to show proper decorum in how you express yourself to me. Do you understand?" To make the point, he withdrew his other finger from her mouth. She took a breath, and then speaking carefully, "Sir, I am sorry I am impatient. I am new to this game, and wanted very much to be successful." It was true, and yet she refrained from telling him how much she wanted his cock instead of his fingers. She was wondering if there was a tactful way to express that when she felt a dripping finger lightly paint each nipple. She shivered with excitement, gasping and moaning in surprise and pleasure. "Is that more to your liking?" She could hear the good natured humor in his voice, and she was glad that he wasn't cruel or vindictive. She smiled up at the darkness, "Yes Sir, that is much more to my liking. Would do touch my nipples more please?" She moaned again as she felt his hands descend on both nipples, grasping them and pulling upward until they popped out of his slick fingers' grasp. The feeling was spectacular, and with each attempt he drew upward just a bit further, a bit firmer each time. She was fully aroused now, her pussy was so wet she felt it starting to leak and run down her crack. She had been so entranced by his nipple play she had not thought of her core, and now she felt that renewed need. He paused after a moment, and she sighed as she lay there with her nipples tingling and pussy dripping wondering what other exquisite distraction he had in mind. She had never had a man, much less a lover, who could delight himself in sexual play and be so unhurried about the act itself. "Hmmmmm, it does appear that by paying such close attention to these wonderful breasts of yours, that I have missed attending to other aspects of you" She smiled at that, as she was past ready for the attention to be spread around. All around all around. Without warning he was kissing her, probing with her tongue, and just as she thought to respond and capture that devilish tongue of his, he was gone and the entire custom bench shook for a second. Soon after, she felt his breath on her pussy, and she realized that he had kissed her, then pressed himself up above her and kipped backward over her body to land between her outstretched thighs. She very much wanted to keep him there too. His kisses and nibbles started at the inside of her right knee, and drew closer to her womanhood with each touch, working so close that she could feel his beard on the tender inside of each thigh. He had to smell her, she could smell her fragrance, and she wanted him to be so driven that he just dove in. Just as he was to the outer lip, his tongue went flat, and raced upward to kiss and nibble on her shaved landing stripe. It felt wonderful, and she knew that he wasn't quite done teasing her yet. She wanted to be cross with him, but she just couldn't. She would have typically brought such games to an end and insist that her lover get to the main event long before now. As he traced a path up her other thigh, she was somehow content, able to await his timing and pleasure. He had just reached the edge of the other pussy lip when he began to speak to her, "Dear, you have been patient, for the most part, and so now I would like to transition to a more vigiorous finish. How does that sound?" She could feel his words on her pussy, and the image of him speaking into her pussy was so silly and comical, she almost giggled. Such a strange man. Taking a breath, she replied in her best sultry voice, "Sir, if you would be so kind as to take me in the most aggressive fashion you can devise, I will be sooooo appreciative!" He actually chuckled into her pussy, and she was glad that she could match his tenor and make him laugh in return. It made her warm all over. "Well ..... I did not come prepared with the appropriate circus apparatus or safety net for the most aggressive method that i have devised so we will have to make do." Jeen decide to file that away for future consideration, it sounds both dangerous and fun if she could get him to divulge it. With no further warning he licked her from tip to top, and she quickly became incoherent, moaning, twisting, as her world narrowed to her core as he attacked her pussy with vigor. It didn't take long until her first orgasm hit, and even as she cried out, he continued on, feeding first one, and then a second finger into her. He tongued elsewhere as she caught her breath, and then he was back sucking on her clit, strumming it, as his fingers pumped in and out. The second orgasm was different, suffusing her body with energy and pleasure, and less centered between her hips. It took her breath away, and she began to be a light headed as it crashed over her in repeated waves. She could feel the walls of her pussy clamping down on his fingers, and how she hoped to feel him deep within her before she passed out. His mouth and hand relented, and she worked to catch her breath, she didn't want to miss this part. She felt his hardness probing, sliding up and down her slit, just out of reach. Then his body was draped over hers again, pressing her down, sweaty and alive against her skin. His hairy chest crushed her breasts, and she wiggled her chest to get him on and between her breasts. His hands slid under her shoulder blades, gripping the tops of her shoulders from behind and pinning her in place. As if she could, or even wanted to get away. Working Valentine's Night His mouth was at her neck, and she loved hearing him breath and grunt, smell his odor, she wanted that smell all over her so that she could keep it with her even when she left. When he first plunged into her, she was amazed at how easily he filled her, completed her. She would have preferred that he stay there for a bit, hold her, so that she could luxuriate in that feeling, but he was quite serious about an aggressive finish, and he was unrelenting once he started. Their bodies sliding together, he released her shoulders and slid his hands between them to find her breast and nipples. As his hands tightened around her mounds, the nipples were forced upward against his chest, and their rhythmic action set them on fire. She was close again, and when he commanded, "Cum for me Dear!", the orgasm crashed through her like he could literally command her body. This was spectacular, like the finale at a concert, the final volley of fireworks at the fourth of July, The final rays of a brilliant sunset. She felt complete in a way she had never felt before. For the first time, she wished she could see his face, look into those eyes, share this moment with him. She felt him touch her cheeks tenderly, and then with a simple kiss on her forehead, he was gone. He released her legs, and then slowly lowered them to the ground. She was going to be a bit sore for a day or two, but she would do it again in a moment. He released the restraints, and then quickly released her arms as well, placing her hands back on belly once they were released. She started to sit up, but he pressed her back down gently. "Please lay still, let your body recover. There is no rush Dear." She could hear him putting things away, and she waited for him knowing somehow that he would be back to check on her. Soon enough, she felt him sliding the blindfold off of her, and she noticed he had lowered the lights in consideration of her eyes, and she saw concern in his eyes. "How are you doing?" he asked as he held her hands and helped her rise slowly. She had to admit that she was still a little overwhelmed, and his hands were a welcome stabilizer as she stood and stretched. He released her once it appeared she could stand on her own, and he stepped back and looked her up and down. For the first time she was self aware of not only standing there naked, but must be a sweaty mess. When her eyes found his, there was that unguarded smile again, and she had to smile back, even if it was a bit wane. He reached around and flipped back the fluffy duvet, and patted the bed, and then lept into the middle of the bed, leaving a spot for her. She was amazed at how playful he was - you never imagine that from his corporate office behavior. So strange, this man. She knew she was recovering when she tried to see just what kind of equipment he was sporting as he laid in the bed beckoning her. It was then that she noticed that he still had his shorts on - that seemed a strange formality after all of this. In looking around for a water bottle as she was terribly thirsty, she was stunned to see what was now on the top of his desk. One of the nice hotel towels was draped across the desk, and on it lay a skin color phallus. It was stunningly lifelike, with veins that stood out, a very pronounced head, and a life-like curve that you didn't typically see in dildos. In it's own way it was a work of art - she had to wonder if it was actually made from a casting. She blinked again, and looked closer, it was quite wet, soaked from tip to the balls formed at the base. It had an unusual grip/mount attached behind it's base. Still processing, she turned to him, and pointed behind her. She was still formulating a question when he answered, "Yes Dear, that is what we used tonight. It seemed to be life-like enough to satisfy your needs night." When her face continued to contort, he hastened to add, "Dear, we work together, it would be inappropriate for me to make a sexual advance on a junior staff member. Tonight was a very vigorous personal training workout." She shook her head at him, he was both infuriating and adorable. She stumbled towards the bed, finishing the bottle of water and setting down the empty container on the night stand. She crawled in next to him, and it was warm, soft, and felt so very safe. She snuggled against him, too tired to wiggle her ass around and try to feel up his manhood, she was so tired, and this felt so good. He pulled her hair back from her shoulder, kissing her shoulder lightly. "One other thing, we can't have you making the walk of shame in the morning, so I'll get you up in a few hours and drive you home." She shook her head at him slightly as she pulled his arm wrapped around her closer, and let sleep overtake her. This had turned out a far better Valentine's Night than she had expected. He was truly infuriating and adorable; and at least for a while longer, she was his.