0 comments/ 29780 views/ 15 favorites Discovered By: Ms Mistressnight She couldn't stop looking at him discreetly. He was tall, distinguished and beautiful. Distant and unreachable were also appropriate words to describe him. He was a very private person, didn't socialize with anybody at the workplace, just exchanged polite and necessary remarks between colleagues and friends. His position as the president of the successful company and the way he demanded everybody to do their best... no, their outmost, in their work, instilled respect and sometimes even fear. New employees understood already at the first meeting with the boss that he didn't accept any excuses. Elena had a long time ago learned to become one with the wall when she had nothing more to add. She withdrew inside herself, pushed all personal thoughts aside and simply went blank. It was an ability she always had and it have saved her many times, from her strict stepfather, tyrannical teachers and threatening people in general. But when she started to work at this company three years ago she quickly perfected the ability to become invisible. She was good at her work as a computer engineer and knew her value, but the hard competition made her weary. She had always been oversensitive her mother said, and being like that it was easier to camouflage herself. A couple of weeks ago she had been the last one left at the office, stubbornly and relentlessly trying to solve a problem, causing her trouble all day. She had been deeply concentrated and not heard the approaching steps until a heavy hand had been placed on her shoulder. With a stifled scream she had spun around on her chair and seen him. Raoul Kovac. Tall and dark, like a threatening shadow. "I apologise, I didn't mean to frighten you, Elena", had he said politely. "I thought you heard me coming. But I should have known you were in your own world as usual." It was the first personal remark she had ever heard from him. He was not the type to make lots of jokes, even if his dry irony sometime was hysterically funny, in her opinion, and he never seemed to notice anybody else's personal ways like the way he just expressed. "It's alright", she had replied and got up. "I'll be done soon, I think I know what is wrong. I can lock up when I leave." "It is just you and me here", he had said. "I don't want you to cross that dark parking lot alone at this hour. I'll wait for you." And having said that, he had pulled out a chair and opened his briefcase. It had taken her a little time to regain her concentration but she had managed to isolate the little irritating bug from the system and then she had turned off her computer with a satisfied smile. Without any deep exchange of words he had followed her to her car and watched her drive away. His caring about her safety was not a surprise, but a little worrying in an inexplicable way. Now, during the long drawn-out meeting where they discussed a new client and a new job where her knowledge would be highly treasured, she couldn't take her eyes off him. His gestures were modest and controlled. His jacket was hanging on the chair behind him and the shiny white shirt was unbuttoned at the top. This was also unlike him. Dark strands of hair showed at the base of his throat and this observation made her swallow hard. "Elena? Elena!" She twitched and tried to get herself together. She had no idea what the question had been about and felt her cheeks turn red of embarrassment. The colleague who had tried talking to her look at her with amazement. "I am sorry", she said quietly. "I am a bit distracted." She took a sip of water from the glass in front of her. The colleague repeated the question and she quickly became her efficient self and threw herself headlong, if just a little forced, into the technical discussion. A quick glance in his direction confirmed him noticing her unusual slip. This was not to occur during his meetings. Total concentration even if the debate was free. No daydreams. After the meeting he asked her to stay on. Everybody gave her sympathetic look and hastily left the room. Unsure if he wanted her to remain in her chair or get up she could only look at him. "Elena, is there a problem I don't know about?" he asked briefly. "No, not at all. I am sorry for being absentminded." He thought about that and then shook his head. "Are you feeling alright?" "I am fine, thank you." "It is not like you to not vigorously follow everything that is being said. I have come to rely on your ability to discard what is not important at these meetings." Like a machine, she thought, suddenly feeling very tired. Now he had his back towards her and was heading for the door. He held it up for her to leave and watched her. Abruptly she rose and gather her papers in a folder. Carrying it in front of her she walked to the door and was just passing him when he gently grabbed her by the arm. This was also new. He had never touched anybody at the workplace, as far as she knew, except strong handshakes. Now his hand was on her arm. "You will tell me if there is something you are concerned about, won't you? With the work or otherwise..." He let the sentence hang in mid-air, unfinished and she nodded, confused. Did he mean she could turn to him with personal problems? That was as likely as snow in July. The ladies room was empty, it felt as a relief. Elena leaned against the mirror, welcoming the cold surface on her blushing skin. His arm seemed to still be against hers. Through the fabric she could feel the warmth spread over the skin. He was so tall, she had to tilt her head back to look him in the eyes. At least when she stood so close to him as she just had. She could hardly breathe but what little breath she had left fog on the mirror and she could not see her widened eyes any longer. What had got in to her? Why was she reacting like this to a man whom she had regarded as a work machine, as an amazingly skilful boss, but as personal as a wooden doll. Coming out from the ladies room she realised she had failed to give him some important papers to use as a basis for forming his opinion of this new client. Her estimates were an important argument for or against and he would be utterly discontented if he had to go looking for them. She rushed to his office and as his personal assistant, Monica, wasn't at her desk she knocked on his door. No answer. Carefully she opened the door and stepped in. The office was empty but his jacket was hanging on the back of the leather chair behind the desk. Hastily she browsed through the papers in her folder, found the right ones and went around the desk to put them where he would instantly spot them. Leaning across his chair she felt the scent of his discrete cologne originating from his jacket. Absent-mindedly she put down the folder and sat down in his chair. With both arms crossed over her chest she pulled the lapels closer to her and breathed in the good smell of a man. Cologne, a little musk, a little cigar. She rubbed the jacket against her cheek. The dark blue fabric was a little rough but no doubt expensive. She closed her eyes and leaned back. The chair followed her movements. Surprised she sat up again and noticed the chair doing the same. With a smile she leaned far back, forgetting where she was, and the chair turned in to a reclining chair. Dreamily she let herself be embraced by his scent, as if he was really there. As he had looked steadily at her with those serious, concentrated, distant eyes. He was beautiful, but rigid, much to rigid. What was there beneath that stiff surface? Was there a warm and tender man or was he a technocrat through and through? Stuck in her thoughts she let one hand slide across her cheek and down her throat. The skin there was soft and a little damp. Her own perfume, a faint vanilla based scent, released itself to her senses and she inhaled eagerly. It was like this they would have smelled together, she thought. Musk and vanilla. The hand now reached one of her breasts and now cupped around the covered fullness. She had not very large breasts, but they were warm and soft. Softly she rubbed the familiar shape. She was accustomed to her body but seldom paid it much special attention. Now she was trembling slightly and her lips parted in a faint sigh. The fingers found the nipple through the fabrics and gently pinched it a little. Time and place stopped to exist, now there was only the fantasy about him, the man beyond her reach in whose chair she was sitting, whose jacket enfolded her thin shoulders. The idle hand found the other breast and now she held them more eagerly, imagining his hands. The tip of her tongue moistened her lips, over and over. She moaned faintly, mumbled silently his name. Her thighs, now stirring restlessly, rubbed against each other. The heavy feeling inside her entire body was clear, the sweet warmth irresistible. Like a cat wanting to be patted, she arched her back, striving for her own hands. "Elena." The low voice seemed to come from afar, she thought and still it was like a bucket of freezing water on her hot skin. She looked up, rose from the chair and tore her hands from her body in one single motion, fast as lightning. Raoul! How long had he been standing there? Terror ripped at her. Words like embarrassing and awkward didn't match what she felt by a long run. She was devastated, crushed. "Raoul", she whispered hoarsely. "I... I..." She couldn't speak. Tears of utter shame rose in her eyes and all she could do was to stare at the floor, waiting for the axe to fall. "I have visitors outside", he said in a low voice. If he talked calmly trying to stifle his outrage she couldn't tell. "I have a meeting scheduled with them, it will take about an hour, than I want to talk to you. Are these the papers I need?" he asked in a neutral voice pointing at the desk. She nodded, stunned, and walked in a daze towards the door. Like he had done a while ago he extended his arm and grabbed hers when she was passing him. "I went in ahead of them to see if Monica was in here", he said quietly. "Nobody else saw you. Just me." His hand held her firmly. Could he feel her trembling like a leaf? Didn't he understand she had to get out of there? Now! "I'm sorry", she whispered without being able to find her usual assertive voice. "We will talk later. I'll look you up when the meeting is over." He let her go and she left the room, managed to give the people outside the door a friendly nod and then she disappeared into her office, three doors down the hall. She closed the door behind her and leaned against it. Her legs betrayed her and she slowly let herself slide down on the floor and buried her face in her hands. She was finished at the company. She would have to find another job. What had got in to her? The hour went and she couldn't get anything done. When she finally found enough strength to get up from the floor she had gone to the window with a view over the park below, and remained standing there. Her thoughts had both rushed through her head and stood absolutely still. She had relieved the moment of extremes over and over. From a toxic, lustful daze to a terrified awakening. What was he thinking? What was he going to say? And do? She stood in the same spot for so long her circulatory system slowed down and her nose, hands and feet got freezing cold. When there was a knock on the door she twitched and closed her eye. "Come in", she said without turning around. Perhaps it wasn't him. Perhaps... but of course it was. She heard him walk up to her desk and knew he pushed the button that lit up the 'do not disturb' light next to her door in the hall. Then he turned the key and the sound made her twitch again. And he noticed it, she thought anxiously. He understood that she was scared and humiliated beyond words. "Elena? Are you alright?" He sounded disturbingly friendly. Did he pity her? Awful thought. It would be better if he were contemptuous. She couldn't answer, just shake her head. Then she felt her hands, warm and heavy on her shoulders. Her fist were so tight, her nails made marks in her palms. "I don't know what to say, Raoul", she managed to say. "There is nothing I can say... except to apologise for what I... for my inexcusable..." She grew silent and bit her lower lip hard. His hands squeezed her shoulders. "You were so beautiful." She stiffened. What was he saying? Was there something wrong with her hearing? Was she hallucinating? "What were you thinking of, Elena? Now his voice were low and vibrant, close to her. "H-how long were you s-standing there?" she stuttered. "Not long. Half a minute perhaps. I couldn't believe my eyes." Oh, God. Her knees felt like giving in... he had watched her. Longer than she'd ever guess. "I can imagine you couldn't", she said with faint sarcasm. "You probably thought your engineer had gone off the deep end... and rightly so, probably." "Stop it, don't say that. I was surprised and terrified that some of the others would come in behind me." "Yes, that would have been something... such a sight would have given your company a sordid reputation." Now she was crying quietly. The shame and the feeling of being totally exposed. "No. Not because of that. I was afraid that someone else but me would see you. I didn't want to share it with anyone. Most of all I wanted to close the door behind me and lock it." Now she was hallucinating. It was impossible that he had said anything remotely like that. His hands now moved in little circles on her shoulders. With a whimper she tried to turn around and finally face him but his hands held her there, her back against him. The movement made him take a step closer and his body now radiated warmth to her back. "There, there", he calmed her. "You have nothing to be ashamed of. Don't you think I understand how you feel? To be surprised in such a private, intimate moment must be awful. But nobody but me saw you. Nobody else will ever know. He wouldn't tell anyone. She knew that. He was too much a gentleman to do such a thing. "Can you forgive me?" she asked, breathless. "There is nothing to forgive. I don't think you can imagine how it felt, of course, to stand there and se you in my chair, covered in my jacket. You hands, so sensuous... your lips parted and moist, like you were waiting. Your hips wriggling, rubbing you against the chair." His words travelled through her like shivers. He had not only seen her, he had studied her carefully in detail... remembered. That photographic memory which had so many times given him the victory when it came to business deals. "When I was sitting in the chair during the meeting I could smell your scent. Vanilla, faint but definitely there. The chair, still warm from your body. I had a hard time concentrating." His confession made her tremble. She raised her hands and took his where they gentle caressed her tight shoulders. "Why?" he asked. "I don't know", she moaned. "It came over me and it is so unlike me as anything possibly can. I don't mean I don't have needs, just like the next person. But to do like that... to put me through... and you, for this. Without considering the consequences. That is not me..." He turned her around, facing him. Black eyes looked into her green. Noticed the red-brown hair in a neat bun. The blue suit with a knee long skirt. The white silk blouse. The little pearls in her earlobes. The modest makeup. He, on the other hand, looked perfectly calm and collected, at least on the surface, she thought. "You are a seemingly cool woman, Elena. Assertive, skilled and a bit cold when you communicate with colleagues. It was like being kicked in the solar plexus seeing you lying in my chair with your hands around your breasts and such a lustful expression on your face that I..." He cut himself off suddenly. "Now I want to know what you were thinking of. Or I should perhaps ask who?" She quickly lowered her gaze to the floor, standing there between his strong hands. Now her shame would peak, she was sure of it. But to be anything else but truthful was out of the question. "You, Raoul. I was thinking of you." Her whispering voice could hardly be heard but she felt the way he twitched and knew he heard her. "I knew it", he mumbled to himself. Then he let go of the firm grip of her and raised her face towards him, holding her trembling chin. "You know what you do to me when you talk like that", he claimed, almost growling. "I am just being honest. You asked", she pointed out. With his thumb he traced her lower lip. Several times he stroke her back and forth until she parted her lips. Then he let his forfinger slide in between her teeth and she could just stand there, like hit by lightning in his arms. With the tip of her tongue, she hesitatingly met his finger and he tasted clean, a little salty and of course cigar. "Your tongue is like silk", he said matter of fact, but his voice was somewhat unsteady. The words made her lift her hand and hold on to his shoulder. Slowly she brought it closer, his finger slid further into her mouth. With long, smooth movements she sucked, curled her tongue around the long, slim finger. Now he closed his eye and pulled her closer with his free hand. She was pressed against his chest and could again inhale his good scent. He pulled out his finger and replaced it with his mouth. His lips were firm and soft at first, encouraged her to open her mouth but didn't invade it. She whimpered and tried to part his lips but he kissed her in a way that gave him control over what happened. Eventually she pressed so hard against him that he nearly lost his balance and then he gave in a and let his tongue meet hers. They embraced harder and closer like lovers and his taste filled her entirely. His hands traced down her back and over her hips. The startling sound of the phone ringing made them twitch and withdraw from each other as if the person on the phone could see them. Elena had to draw several breaths before she could answer. A colleague apologised for disturbing but needed immediate help as half of the computers had jammed when they tried out a new software. Elena could only stare at Raoul over the phone. He nodded briefly and after checking his impeccable appearance in her mirror he unlocked the door and left the room. She noted the fact that he didn't stop to check if anyone saw him. That pleased her. The rest of the day was filled with trivial computer problems and she was surprised to see that she had been working a full hour more than her usual schedule without being aware of it. She was clear, however, of her reasons for doing so. If she worked late enough there was a chance that he might have left the building before her. But she ought to have known better. When she got her coat and her briefcase in her office and headed for the elevator, he was there, waiting calmly. She slowed down and hesitated. What was he expecting of her now? Was he going to take what he thought was offered without thinking about what was the right thing to do? If it was what she wanted? Did he think she offered herself to him just like that? The fear returned. Was that it? If she refused to accommodate him, would he make it impossible for her to still work here? She didn't want to believe it... but she didn't know him. He looked at her and turned around and pressed the button. When the elevator arrived she quietly went inside and stood next to him but at a distance. He smiled a little, noticing that, which made her furious and embarrassed. The elevator reached the ground floor and they got out. After a polite 'good evening' to the guard they went out through the bit glass doors and continued towards the parking lot. The he stopped and turned to her. "If you like you can follow my car, to my place. You decide and I don't expect anything. But we need to talk about this. We can't ignore what happened today. You are a valued colleague and I don't want to loose my best engineer. But I don't want to give up on what we found out today. But it is your call. I will drive home now. You follow or go home. What ever you do is fine." He didn't give her a chance to respond but headed for his car and got in. He sat there with his motor running until he saw her getting in to hers. Then he calmly drove off. Discovered 3:00pm... The workday was done. I'd been eagerly waiting for this time. On lunch I pulled our 'toy' chest (actually a footlocker) out of the closet for easy access that evening. Months before, I told my wife, Kaitlyn, that sometime she's going to come home and find Nicole bound to the bed just waiting for her. It was that day. Not wasting any time, I logged off the work PC and headed right into the shower to shed the stresses of the workday, the grime, and the body hair with a close shave. I toweled off and applied a lotion to moisturize my clean shaven skin. I stepped into my body shaper, pulled it up over my torso, and slipped my arms through the straps. I inserted my breast forms into the cups and positioned my cock comfortably tucked away under the crotch of the body shaper. Once in the body shaper, I slid some pantyhose up my legs. Normally I'd get lost in the sensations of the nylon on my shaved legs -- my cock started to twitch to life and I felt it begin to harden in its restraints. Since I was pressed for time, I didn't pay any attention to it and continued getting ready. I hadn't planned anything fancy for my outfit; a cotton top under a denim jumper. I slipped on the top, followed by pulling on the jumper over my head. I reached behind and zipped up the back. Although not the most feminine attire, I loved this jumper... I loved the tightness of how it confined my breasts once zipped and being denim, I just felt like I had a youthful appeal. Once dressed, I sat at the vanity and started my make-up routine. Nothing over the top -- I was going for just a playful, youthful look. After much practice, I breezed swiftly through my routine: concealer for beard cover, foundation, blush, eye liner, mascara, eye shadow, and some lipstick. Satisfied with the results, I grabbed a medium brunette wig in a wavy shoulder length style and positioned it on my head. I gave myself a look-over in the mirror, looking back at me was a woman not looking to impress, but rather be comfortable. I glanced at the clock, and saw it was 4:00. I had twenty minutes or so until my wife got home. It was just enough time to finish up some last minute things around the house. As I moved around, I relished in the youthful feelings of the hem of the denim jumper against my thighs. I was down to 5 minutes to spare. I moved back to the bedroom and began to imprison myself for my wife to find and have her way with. I inserted the ball gag and buckled the straps behind my head. Then I lay on the bed on my back. I reached my left hand up to the corner of the bed and found the awaiting loop I pre-tied in the cotton rope. I slipped my hand through the loop, and tested the confines of the rope which caused the loop to cinch snugly around my wrist. Then with my right hand, I found the other awaiting loop at the opposite corner. I slipped my hand through that loop and tested its confines causing the loop to cinch down on my other wrist. With both arms now restrained to the corners of the bed and a ball gag firmly seated in my mouth I realized there was no going back. I was there for the duration. As I lay there, time seemed to crawl. My mind started to wander. I heard the world passing by outside - so many people going on with their lives completely oblivious to my plight. I looked over at the clock, 4:25; I thought to myself, 'she must be running late, traffic must be bad.' I shifted a little to reposition as far as my binds will allow. I felt the hem of my jumper brush against my legs. Then bent my knees, and felt the nylons encase my legs like a second skin. It then occurred to me: the pantyhose, and really my entire outfit was a form of bondage -- I could do nothing but lay there and look cute and inviting. RING.... RING.... RING.... I was snapped back to reality by the phone ringing. I started to reach for it and found I could move my arm only a couple inches. I then remembered my self-inflicted plight and looked at the clock to see 4:30 on the display. Off in the other room I heard the answering machine. I thought to myself that it was probably just my wife letting me know of some accident or something that snarled traffic -- she'd be home soon enough. I then went back to letting my mind wander -- what else was there to do? After what seemed to be an eternity, the phone started to ring again. Again the answering machine picked it up -- 4:45 the clock flickered on the nightstand. 'That must be some accident -- she's really running late,' I thought to myself. As the time passed I started to relax. My thoughts started to wander and seemed to be skewed. I drifted off into a semi-consciousness state; sleep was setting in. I lay there totally relaxed and closed my eyes. At the sound of a key entering the deadbolt on the door, my eyes opened. 'Thank goodness, she's home,' I thought to myself. I heard the door open and expected her to call for me. Only to my horror, it wasn't her voice I heard. Instead, I heard a deep rough voice, "Chris? Hey Chris, you home? It's Steve; your neighbor..." My heart skipped a beat then started to race... I thought to myself, "Don't make a move, he'll quickly leave and never even know I'm here." I laid there listening. I heard Steve moving around the house, "Chris, Kaitlyn needed a phone number she jotted on her desk... She asked me to use the spare key I have to run over to get......." Just then he opened the bedroom door and gazed in shock at what he found, "....it for her" I glanced at Steve. I'm sure my eyes were about to pop out. He looked upon me and just smiled at what he saw.... I struggled at the ropes cinched around my wrists in desperation to be free -- only it was no use. I was there for whatever he had in store for me... I could only look at him; I blinked a few times in a futile attempt to ask for mercy from him. He then closed the door some as he headed back down the hall. I was able to hear him in the home office pick up the phone, "Hi, Kaitlyn... I have the number you needed, its 208-555-3594. No, I don't see Chris here; I don't know where he is. Alright; if I see him I'll let him know." He hung the phone up and started back down the hall towards the room. My heart was racing; it felt like it was about to beat out of my chest.. When he got to the door, he slowly pushed it open. "Kaitlyn said if I see you to let you know she's stuck working on some important project and will likely be home around 8:30," he said as he looked down at me. I broke the lock to his eyes and looked over at the clock; 6:07 flickered on the display... Last time I remembered looking at the clock it was only 4:45... '6:07; I must have nodded off,' I thought to myself, 'OH SHIT! I'm at his mercy for over 2 hours!' I looked back over at Steve, his eyes were filled with lust as he gazed upon me. I spotted a sizable bulge in his pants that confirmed what I already knew by the look in his eyes, he really liked what he saw. He started to move closer to me, "I had no idea. You are really cute as a girl." he said. I felt my cheeks warm as I blushed a little. He reached down to fondle my breasts. I was able to tell he was a little surprised when he felt the silicone forms -- he was obviously expecting to feel socks. "These are nice and firm," he said while he enjoyed feeling me up. "What's your name, sweetheart?" he asked. I tried to speak, "Mmmm mmmm mm mmm" was all I could get out around the ball gag that filled my mouth. He then lifted my head to gain access to buckle of the gag. He undid the straps and removed the gag. "Steve! Stop! Untie me!" I started saying... He slapped me across the face and re-stuffed my mouth with the gag that was just removed. I tried to resist, but the loops around my wrists made my attempts a total waste of energy. I quickly realized it was no use trying to resist and lifted my head in defeat -- to give Steve full access to buckle of the gag. Steve fed the strap through the buckle behind my head. He pulled it tight -- so tight I felt the leather straps dig into the corners of my mouth. As he leaned in to cinch the straps of the gag, the very noticeable bulge in Steve's pants brushed my arm. It was very obvious he was enjoying what he stumbled upon -- I might as well have been laid out on a platter for him. "So... You like being a girl?" He asked in a way that was more a statement than really a question knowing I couldn't answer with the gag. "Well, I like you as girl too... You have very sexy legs. They're long and very shapely -- better than most of the women I manage to bring home after a night on the town" I felt my face glow warm as I blushed at hearing his compliment. Legs are very much my trigger as well -- I knew my legs were one of my finest features when dressed. The sight of my own legs even turned me on. My attention then shifted to my legs -- focusing on the pantyhose that encased them. As I moved my legs across the mattress, I knew there was nothing I could do but look sexy and inviting for Steve. Steve reached his hand down and rested it on my knee. His hand glided down my calf to my ankle, then back up past my knee and onto my thigh to the hem of my jumper. His other hand found its way to my breasts, feeling me up again. I could tell the feel of my nylon encased leg and my breast was intoxicating for him. He surveyed the room and spotted the footlocker I moved out of the closet earlier in the day. I thought I was doing Kaitlyn a favor by leaving the lid open, but that now only proved to be an unfortunate circumstance further stacking the deck against me. I glanced over and saw the open lid and the assortment of gags (ring, ball, bit and penis varieties in an assortment of sizes) we stored on a bungee cord in the lid that was in clear sight when open. He moved off the edge of the bed over to the footlocker to spy what was all in it. As he peered into the chest, he let out an evil sounding chuckle. "Well now, Nicole, it looks like you and Kaitlyn have a really kinky side." Steve said after the chuckling subsided. My eyes again about bugged out of my head when I heard him call me by my femme name. He looked over at me and held up a collar Kaitlyn had bought for me a while back -- she had 'Nicole' put on it, spelled out in rhinestones. "I know this isn't Kaitlyn's, and you're the only other girl here, so you must be Nicole." He said. Knowing he had it figured out, I looked over at him and blinked. With that he made comment, "You also have beautiful eyes. I guess I've never really noticed before now, but the makeup really electrifies your blue eyes." His attention then turned back to the footlocker and rummaged through its contents. "By what I see in here, I can tell we're going to have a lot of fun..." I glanced at the clock, 7:03 flickered. Steve watched me look at the clock and said, "Not just tonight, I can see we're going to have a lot of fun on a regular basis." Then he pulled out his cell phone and started snapping pictures. "Click, click, click" came from his phone with each picture he took. "I'm capturing the moment for my personal collection and to ensure you'll be a willing participant when I want to play again." he said. I could feel the blood drain from my face with his words as terror set in. I thought to myself, "Oh shit! What the hell does he have in mind?" "You see, Nicole; I think you're one hot number that I'll want to play with regularly -- I'm not so sure you'll be a willing participant to play again on your own, so to help motivate you, I would hate for these pics to end up printed for all our friends to see during happy hour at the neighborhood watering hole." I felt an icy chill run down my spine with his words as my mind tried to grasp the paralyzing fear of being exposed. I have no idea how long I was zoning. I snapped back to reality when I felt Steve sit on the edge of the bed; he strapped a pair soft restraint cuffs he grabbed out of the footlocker around my ankles. He also had in his hand a couple of ropes with a ring on one end and a snap on the other. He looked at the wall at the head of the bed and spotted the two hooks I had anchored 6' off the floor into the studs of the wall at the each edge of the bed. He slid the ring end of each rope onto the hooks, then lifted my legs up and clipped the snap onto the ring sewn into the cuffs strapped around my ankles. He slowly backed away from my legs. As he backed away my legs followed to go back down to the bed -- only they didn't go very far before the rope was pulled tight holding my legs high in the air and spread apart giving him full access to my crotch. Satisfied with my predicament, Steve moved back to the footlocker. He rummaged a little more. He let out an evil chuckle, grabbed a couple things then moved back to the bed. "Lights out!" he said as he proceeded to slide a nightmask over my eyes. Not being able to see him, my hearing and sense of feeling were extremely heightened as I tried to see with my remaining senses. I swear I would have been able to hear a pin drop on the carpet if he had done so. I felt him move back onto the bed behind my legs. Steve's hand rested on my leg again, and slowly slid up my thigh. Soon I felt his hand on my ass as it continued its journey. Finally reaching the waistband of my pantyhose, he pulled them down to expose my ass. Then he unhooked the crotch of my body-shaper which freed my cock. I heard him flip open a cap and squeeze out something -- based by the "Blllllph" sound I assumed it was lube getting something ready to go up my ass. My assumptions were confirmed when I felt the slippery tip of a dildo or a butt plug press at my sphincter. He applied a little more gentle pressure and I forced myself to relax to minimize the pain of whatever it was. As he pushed this item in, my sphincter felt like it was going to split me in two. Soon the pain subsided as the object got smaller -- "obviously a butt plug" I thought. He held it in place for a few seconds to allow me to get accustomed to this anal intruder. Once completely relaxed and grown accustomed to it, I heard a "SHHHHH..... SHHHH" with each "SHHH" the item in my ass was getting larger. My mind quickly put it together that he had inserted the inflatable butt plug. Before long, the inserted intruder felt huge inside me completely filling me up. With each little movement I could feel it push against my prostate. Then I felt a zing across my ass cheeks that made me damn near jump off the bed as far as my restraints would allow. I felt my cock surge as the plug pressed against my prostate with the jolt of movement. "Oh Shit! The Wartenburg Wheel!" I thought. I knew that evil little toy well -- it was one of Kaitlyn's favorites to use on me. Steve continued to use the wheel on my ass making me squirm something fierce. Just when I thought my cock was going to explode from the plug pushing against my prostate he stopped. Then I heard a "SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" and the intruder in my ass was getting smaller and smaller. Once fully deflated, he pulled it from my ass. My ass felt empty as the intruder left. Before I had a chance to miss the fullness, I felt Steve press his cock to my already relaxed sphincter and slide into me. He didn't quite fill me up as much as the plug did when inflated, but he was definitely longer than the plug. I felt completely impaled on his cock -- much like a chunk of meat on a fondue skewer. His grip was strong as he spread my legs further apart. I let out a moan as his cock pushed deeper into me. He held it deep within me for a few moments. I shifted my weight trying to free myself from the intrusion; only my efforts only seemed to make Steve inch deeper within me. My attempts served as a green light for Steve. He started pumping in and out of me like a mad man. Before long, I could feel his cock become engorged deep within me and then erupt into a rhythmic spasm. After the spasm subsided, he pulled out of me. He then hooked the crotch of my body shaper back closed entrapping my cock and pulled my pantyhose back up covering my ass. He released my legs from the ropes, gently setting them back on the bed leaving me just as he found me. Lastly, he slid the mask off exposing my eyes. I blinked feverishly to force my eyes to adjust. Steve collected his clothes and headed to the bathroom. I heard the water running and after a few minutes he returned dressed. "Nicole, you're one great piece of ass... I can't wait until we can play again," he said while standing in the doorway of the bedroom. "I better get back home so Kaitlyn can have her fun with you when she arrives." he said as he left my view. I could hear him move down the hall and then heard the front door open. He closed the door behind him and I heard him lock the deadbolt with the key, "Click" Alone again and still tied to the bed; I glanced over to look at the alarm clock, 7:56. My mind started to wander thinking of what would happen with future playdates with Steve. I woke staring at my alarm clock feeling my Kaitlyn's touch on my cheek -- 8:45 flickered on the display. I must have dozed off somewhere. Then I remembered the encounter with Steve. "Oh, you poor thing.... I'm so sorry; I just couldn't get away from the office. You were sound asleep. What time did you tie yourself up?" she asked. She reached down and freed my wrists. Once my wrists were free, I undid the buckle that kept the ball gag firmly in my mouth... Once I removed the gag, I answered, "I tied myself up around 4:20 or so expecting you home at regular time." "I'm so sorry... Well it's all better now. At least it appears you had a good nap." she said. As I was becoming more in touch with reality after being woken up, my mind started replaying what happened with Steve. I was nervous as hell over my secret getting out to the guys at the neighborhood bar. I got up and we had dinner together. Over dinner Kaitlyn was able to sense something was on my mind as I replayed the encounter with Steve. She asked, "Why so distant?" Her question broke my concentration of the play-by-play replay of events. "Nothing" I answered. "Bullshit! I know you inside and out; don't even think you're going to BS me!" she snapped back. I started telling her about what happened with Steve... Her eyes were wide with amazement fixated on my replay of the encounter. "......then you came home and found me tied up." I said as I finished up telling of the encounter. I didn't know what to expect from her. I could tell her mind was envisioning it play out. Then she asked, "Did you enjoy it?" "Yeah, it was very enjoyable; only I didn't get a release myself." I said. "Well sounds like Nicole has a regular friend to play with. If he approaches you about playing again, I want to watch!" She said with a wink. Then she grabbed my wrist and started to lead me back to our room. "I can take care of your lack of a release." she said while pulling me. Once in our room she pushed me back on the bed, got undressed, then climbed on top of me. She flipped my jumper up and pulled down my pantyhose. Then she undid the hooks of my bodyshaper, freeing my cock again. It was instantly erect. She climbed up, sliding herself onto my cock. She started riding my cock slowly at first; then worked up to a good paced rhythm. Before long, she tensed up and had a huge orgasm; towards the end of her climax I was almost being pushed over the edge. Just as hers subsided, my cock became engorged deep inside her spasming something unlike any time before. When my orgasm subsided, she climbed off me, lying down next to me. Next thing I remember, I woke up to sun shining through our bedroom window. I looked at the clock just as it changed from 10:59 to 11:00. Then I noticed the dot to distinguish AM in the upper left corner. I looked myself over and saw that I was still dressed as Nicole and thought to myself, "Wow, what a night. We must have crashed and slept all night." Discovered The day and the rest of the week were uneventful. It was now Saturday. Kaitlyn and I were just getting home from running some errands. As we pulled into the driveway, Steve was out washing his car. After getting out of the car Kaitlyn said, "Hi Steve!" This was the first time I'd seen him since that night. I looked at him for any signs of anything out of the norm. "Hello Kaitlyn, hi Chris..." he said. "Hey Chris, I got something for you to see got a minute?" My heart jumped into my throat, "Ummm I, I, I don't know... I'm pretty busy right now." I said stumbling over my own words. Kaitlyn gave me a puzzled look, "With what?" she asked. "Ummm... I have to help you carry in the bags." I quick replied. "I've got them, go on..." she said. With that I walked over to Steve's driveway. He pulled out his phone, "You have to check out this pic I captured..." he said as he was accessing the photos on his phone. My heart started to race remembering the other night. I could feel the color drain from my face as he held out his phone. Glancing down at the screen I saw one of the pics he snapped the other night. "I would really like to play with her again." He said smiling at me. "It was kinda fun. Kaitlyn sensed something was eating at me and I broke and told her." I said. "You what?!" Steve exclaimed. "I told her. Not to worry though -- she says if you ever call on Nicole to play, she wants to watch." I told him. With that he smiled big ear to ear, "Lets plan on playing next Saturday." I went back home and told Kaitlyn of Nicole's playdate next Saturday with Steve. She smiled ear to ear as well saying, "Oh I can hardly wait..." To be continued... Discovered! I had been curious about sucking cock for years, but I always kept it in the back of my mind. When I was really horny, images of getting down on my knees and worshipping a big, hard cock would spring into my mind. I would fantasize about a hard-on pulsing between my lips and shooting spurts of warm spunk into my mouth – and in particularly horny moments, I would imagine pulling it out of my mouth to shoot ribbons of sticky jism all over my face. While I had always kept these kind of thoughts in the background, only indulging in them when my sex drive kicked into high and brought them to mind unbidden, a few days ago I thought to myself, "I wonder if I would really like it - maybe I should explore this idea instead of keeping it at arm's length? After all, what if I'm denying myself from something that I might really enjoy?" The question was, how could I figure that out? I'd read stories about curious guys hooking up online to try sucking an anonymous cock, no strings attached. But the idea left me cold. I wasn't sure that I'd like it and something about pure guy on guy action just didn't do it for me. But the idea of giving a blowjob in almost any other context had me hard and throbbing in a second. Stories of wives or girlfriends encouraging or even teaching their husbands to suck cock for them drove me wild. Stories of guys sucking the big hard-on of a sexy, feminine shemale were super hot. I liked the stories I'd read where girlfriends jerked their guy off all over his own face and had him swallow his freshly spurted load too. I'd come across a few super hot stories where a big breasted wife would tit-fuck her husband until he came all over her globes, and then cajole him into licking all his cum off her beautiful boobs. But the direct, anonymous guy on guy action just didn't do it for me for some reason. And that seemed to be by far the easiest way to try out sucking cock. So I came up with another idea. I'd seen a strap-on femdom movie online. The idea was hot, although unfortunately the movie was not. But in one scene, the girl had her guy down on his knees sucking her big strap-on dildo. The scene didn't last nearly long enough, but the action was super sexy. "A strap-on, that could be something to try," I thought. I went online and did some shopping. A week later, my purchase arrived, and I was going to try sucking a cock for the first time. Or at least a rubber one! I had everything all set up. I picked a night, told all my friends I was busy, didn't jerk off for a week to be extra-horny and let myself fantasize about the night as much as I wanted. I told myself I could cum as many times as I wanted while I tried sucking the dildo. It was all ready to go. And tonight was the night... I put on my bathrobe for easy access – and to stay warm in the cool apartment. I got out some lube to enhance my jerking off. And I brought out the package for the dildo. The online product description said it was 7.5 inches long. I had picked black instead of the blue or pink, and I was glad I did. It had a full set of balls and a suction cup to attach it to the wall. When I opened the package it looked huge!! Long, and so thick around that my finger and thumb just met went I wrapped my hand around the shaft. I measured it and it was a full 8 inches in length – so much for truth in advertising! It was pleasantly heavy as I gripped it, and pliable while at the same time completely solid. My breath had speeded up and I realized my cock was tenting my robe as soon as I wrapped my hand around this rubber cock. I looked at it in my hand and hesitated, "Was I really going to do this? What would people think if they knew?" I took a deep breath and reminded myself that this was for me. Nobody had to know. I just wanted to try. To find out if it would turn me on like the fantasies that kept coming back over and over, or if the reality would leave me cold like the stories of anonymous gay blowjobs did. In my fantasies I was almost always on my knees. "That sounds like a good place to start," I thought. I knelt down on the floor next to my bed, wet the suction cup base – with my tongue – and stuck the big dildo to the wall, putting it right in front of my face. My breathing quickened again. I kept my hand wrapped around the base of the shaft, and brought my face closer to the big dick. I could feel my inhibitions melt away and my tongue reached out and licked the underside of the shaft from where my hand was gripping it to the tip of the cock. I swirled my tongue around the fat head of the cock and felt the heft of the big dick. My tongue went round and round. I closed my eyes and savoured the sensation. The image of the big hard-on penetrating my mouth flashed into my mind. I hesitated for a second, the big knob resting on my tongue, took a breath, opened my lips and slid the cock into my mouth. It felt huge!! The thickness of the shaft filling my mouth, the head sliding over my tongue and probing deeper and deeper – it was completely arousing. My cock jumped and throbbed. I pulled my head back, and then bobbed forward again, sucking the hard member into my mouth. My first few strokes were tentative, but the feeling was incredible. I began to bob my head up and down on the fat cock. I took my hand off the shaft and just used my mouth to worship the dildo. I put my hands on the wall and bobbed my head up and down, up and down, up and down. I got a rhythm going. I sucked faster and faster, until I was almost out of breath. Then I pulled off the cock and marveled at how empty my mouth felt without it. The dildo drooped under its own weight, and looked beautifully enticing. "How do girls deep throat something that big?" I wondered. "Well, I could try it I guess..." I took it back into my mouth, and was again surprised how big it felt. I took it as deep as I comfortably could and there was still at least 3.5 inches left out of my mouth. I pulled back and slid my mouth back down on it. Same thing. I remembered reading a story where a girlfriend convinced her boyfriend to suck her strap-on and told him to relax his throat and swallow to get the last few inches down. That didn't turn me on when I read it. "Why deep throat it?" I had thought. But now it seemed like a challenge. So I went back down on the cock as far as I could and paused, then I took a breath, pushed down on the big dildo and swallowed. I felt the huge shaft fill my throat, and then the last 3.5 inches of that big, beautiful black dildo disappeared into my mouth!!! I paused with it deep inside me. My eyes watered and a moment of nerves washed over me until I reminded myself I could breathe through my nose. I took a breath and pulled back, sliding the cock almost all the way out of my mouth so I could feel its full length. It felt enormous!! And oh so sexy.....I bore down on it again, got it to the back of my mouth, took a breath and swallowed the entire length again...and again!...and again! I wasn't smooth at it and I had to back off, but it felt amazing. My eyes were watering and my throat felt stretched, but I also felt a huge sense of accomplishment. "So that's how they did it!! And that's why they did it; it feels good to do it, great in fact!!!" I was hooked on sucking the dildo. From there I started to experiment. I bobbed my head up and down. I put my hand back on the shaft and starting jerking it off while I sucked on the upper third. I swirled my tongue around as I sucked. I imagined what it would be like if I could stroke and suck it until it ejaculated in my mouth. I was completely caught up in blowing this big dildo. My hand went to my rock hard cock and started to stroke it – but gently, not wanting to blow my load too fast. I remember hearing something in the apartment, but I was too engrossed in what I was doing to think anything about it. An image of shooting my load all over the dildo and then licking all the cum off of it popped into my head. My cock leaped in my hand at the though. I moaned, and moaned again. And then I heard another moan. But this one wasn't my own!! My eyes, which had been closed while I savored giving my first blowjob, flew open and I pulled off the dildo to look at the doorway where the sound had come from. There, standing in the doorway was Suzie, a friend I had met at the gym about a month earlier. Suzie was a voluptuous, captivating, vixen. She had long, wavy brown hair, big brown eyes, full lips and a gorgeous curvy figure, capped with large, heavy breasts. She had her hand down the front of her snug jeans, and was kneading one of her ample boobs through her tight tank top. I looked over at her like a deer in the headlights, my hand still on the shaft of the rubber cock. "What is she doing here?" I thought and then instantly remembered she had asked to borrow a yoga DVD earlier in the week and without thinking I had said, "Sure, come over anytime!" I must have left the door unlocked, how stupid could I be!!! Suzie's next words caught me completely by surprise. "Don't you dare stop sucking that cock, Mike," she exclaimed in smooth but delightfully commanding tone. "Put it back in your mouth. I want to watch you suck it for me." I was momentarily frozen and hesitated, unsure. She walked over to me and said gently but firmly, "I mean now, baby," putting her hand on the back of my head and steering the cock into my mouth. "Mmmm, that's it," she said as the head slid past my lips. "Now suck that big rubber cock." I looked up at her and slowly began to suck up and down. Her eyes were filled with lust and her tongue sensuously circled her lips as she peeled off her clothes. Her tank top and bra came off in one smooth pull and her huge, gorgeous breasts bounced into view. My cock, once again hard as a rock, throbbed at the sight and I let out a moan of approval. "Mmmm, you like these huh?" she observed, squishing them sensuously together. I let out another moan, my eyes glued to the sight of her fondling their soft flesh. "That's good to know," she smiled. "Take your hand away, I want you to just use your mouth," as she slid her jeans and underwear down over her hips and off, to stand deliciously naked beside me. I dropped my hands to my thighs and bobbed my head up and down on the dildo. Suzie smiled devilishly, "You do that pretty well. I can see you've been practicing." she said with a twinkle in her eye. Her words filled me with lust, and a strange sense of pride. In response, I gave the dildo another few quick sucks and then pulled back so that just the head rested on my tongue. I looked hungrily into Suzie's eyes and swirled my tongue around and around the head. Then I plunged the cock back into my mouth and sluttishly bobbed my head up and down, sliding my tongue along the bottom of my shaft with every stroke. Suzie was breathing quickly, her right hand stroking between the plump, slippery lips of her pussy. "That's very good," she said, "but now I want to see you take it all the way down like you were doing before." I paused again, somehow feeling caught for a second time. Swallowing the entire cock had felt incredibly sexy - but somehow vulnerable and a little shameful at the same time – yet all in a strangely appealing way. "C'mon Mike, I know you can do it. Show me!" As if in slow motion, I went down on the dildo until the head was at the back of my mouth. Then I felt Suzie's hand on the back of my head, "That's it, swallow that cock for me," and she pushed me down just as I started to swallow the shaft into my throat. It slid the rest of the way in. She held my head down on it for a second, then pulled me back by my hair. Then without waiting, she pushed me all the way back down on that big dildo again. She was basically fucking my face onto the cock, not roughly, but firmly and insistently, and something about it drove me wild!! I starting moaning deeply and I could feel pre-cum running down my cock as it throbbed and pulsed. "Mmmm, I see you like that," Suzie grinned. "We're going to have lots of fun together. But by now, I bet you must want to cum!" She knelt down, her big boobs brushing against my arm as she did. She wrapped her hand around my shaft and gave it a few strokes. "Mike, you feel like you're going to burst! Mmmm, and look at all this delicious pre-cum you've got for me," she said, licking her lips. She scooped some up and sensuously coated her nipple with it. "Come here, have a taste of my boobs," she instructed, pulling my mouth from the cock to her nipple. "Have a taste of your cocksucking reward." She thrust her breast into my mouth, my tongue circling her nipple, tasting the warm, slippery pre-cum she had put there. I moaned involuntarily. "Mmmhmmm, I knew you'd like that," she cooed. "I can't wait to see you lick up your full load," she panted. While I worshipped her ample breasts, she scooped the rest of my copious pre-cum from my cock and smeared it all over the head of the dildo. "Lick your cum off the head of that cock for me," she ordered, as she continued to stroke my cock. I couldn't have refused anything at that point. I pulled away from her now cum-free nipple and turned my head back to the dildo. I reached out my tongue and looked into her eyes as I swirled my tongue around and around the cum covered head. "Oh yes, you like that don't you." she pronounced, continuing to stroke my hard-on. "Do you want to cum for me?", she asked mischievously. I let the cock drop out of my mouth and gasped, "Oh yes, I want to cum. Keep on jerking me." She smiled, "Take that delicious cock you like so much off the wall and slip it between my breasts." I put the dildo in the cleavage between her generous globes and looked into her eyes with a mixture of curiosity, and a little bit of nervousness. "You can cum, as long as you do exactly what I tell you." Suzie explained throatily, "Do we have a deal?" "Yes!" I exclaimed, as she increased the pace of her hand on my cock. "Mmmm, I guarantee you're going to love this. Stand up." She instructed. I was standing in front of Suzie. She was kneeling down, cradling her large breasts together around the big black dildo with one arm and jerking me off with the other. She stroked me faster and faster, aiming my cock directly at her cleavage, her boobs jiggling intoxicatingly in time with her strokes. I moaned loudly, my breath coming gasps. "That's it, cum for me. Spurt your cum all over my tits!" Suzie encouraged. "Ooooohhhhhh!!!!!" I moaned, my hips thrusting into her stroking hand. "Cum all over my breasts, and this beautiful black dildo – that you love sucking so much!" she added teasingly. That did it! "Uuugghhnnhhhh!!!!" I began ejaculating copiously, squirting ribbons of slippery, white spunk. The first shot landed on one breast, the next one Suzie aimed at her other breast, coating her nipple, then she aimed the next three spurts onto the top of the dildo standing out from the top of her cleavage. There was so much cum on the head of it that it turned completely white. "Mmmm, beautiful!! Shoot a huge load for me, I want to be coated in your cum." Suzie exclaimed. Cum continued to squirt from my cock and Suzie aimed the rest onto her breasts, covering them in spunk. My ejaculation subsided and Suzie gently slowed her stroking. She looked down at her sperm covered chest and then up into my eyes, which were glazed in pleasure. "Mmmm, Mike I'm covered in cum!...Now get down here and clean up this delicious mess for me." she instructed firmly, as she pulled me to my knees in front of her. "But.." I started to say. "No buts, baby, we have a deal," Suzie insisted. She eased the cum drenched dildo from between her cushy breasts and held it in front of my face, "Lick the head, you sexy little cocksucker," she ordered. At those words, my tongue reached out liked it had a mind of its own and was immediately coated with warm, tangy cum. I closed my eyes and lapped at the head. As soon as the head was clean, Suzie thrust the cock into my mouth causing my eyes to fly open in surprise – and my cock to get rock head again. "Mmmmmm," I moaned as Suzie slid the cum covered dildo in and out of my sucking mouth. "Oooooohhhhh, you do like that don't you?" She stated, pulling the freshly cleaned rod from between my lips. She wrapped her hand around my hard-on, "Fuck, you're turned on!! I believe you like tasting hot cum as much as you like sucking cock – or maybe even more?" she teased. "I'm going to love watching you suck your first real cock for me. Now lick all this cum of my breasts, while I think of what I'm going to do with you next," and she smiled seductively... Discovered They lay in one single, sweaty pile and tried to catch their breath. He had kissed her lips swollen a number of times. It made her feel so good. Her body ached and she could still feel herself twitch in very pleasurable after-effects. She would never have guessed it could be like this. "Raoul", she said, still short of breath. "I have to ask... what will happen now?" "You mean, will I respect you in the morning?" She frowned and looked at him, worried. Was he kidding her? But his eyes were wide open and happy. Satisfied. "Elena... it is you and I now. This is nothing that happens all the time. Feeling like this... building up over time and leading to this. We have watched each other for some time now and today we acted on it. First you and then me. It is special. You are special. I won't let you go. Maybe it is too soon to talk about love, but I am definitely in love." She ought to have known. A man with his integrity and strength would never have reacted like this otherwise. He was to careful with himself and his reputation for that and for that matter, his pride. "In love is the right words", she smiled. "But I guess I will have to hear about how I flaunted my weakness for you in your nice leather chair, many times." He laughed and held her closer. "You bet. Every time you get too stuck up or try to become one with the wall, which you know is your speciality, I will sneak up behind you and remind you. I will demand that you walk around without your briefs sometimes, with just me knowing about it... and having free access to make you aware of my longings." "Only if you walk around without your briefs", she smiled teasingly. "That will allow me to capture you, lead you... make you burn in the middle of a traffic jam, for example. Or in a movie theatre. Sitting there in the darkness and hearing you trying to compose yourself, control your breath..." He growled and bit her softly on her throat, aroused again by her bold words, so unlike her official image. "Raoul..." Her whisper were the last words heard in a long time.