dmd
11-10-2002, 5:54 PM
I had known Sue for several years; we both worked at the same company, in the same department. Sue was 10 to 15 years older than me; older, but classy and still desirable. Her mode of dress just seemed to be one notch higher than her colleagues, myself included. Her body was excellent; she looked very good in jeans, on the few rare days that she wore them. And she usually had shoes with some sort of heel, usually ankle boots or pumps. I often wondered about her husband, especially if there was one. It took me a year to find out she was divorced.
We work at a highly professional company, so work behavior is serious and professional, and flirting is minimal. It is good for getting work done, but good for little else. Social events were usually during the day on company time, and these were generally tame affairs.
One social event was scheduled after hours, which was rare. It was dinner, following by an evening of "fake gambling", where the play money was redeemable for gift certificates. This was a bit looser than usual, and it generated a lot of excitement. Some of us looked forward to it, and others were anxious.
It is easy to be alone in a group of 200 people, so I was relieved when I saw Sue there. Even better, she was alone. We decided to pair up for the night and try to have a good time. She probably thought nothing of it, but I was quite anxious about it. Probably because she was looking pretty good, and I enjoyed being near her. She was wearing a white sweater, black pants that were closely fitted, and a great pair of black pumps. With the shoes, she was 2 inches taller than me. The clicking of the heels drove me crazy all night long.
The dinner went well, and the gambling was pretty fun. I think we all had a good time. There was beer there, but nobody was drinking very much - personally, I didn't want to loose any edge that I might have. Sue probably wasn't the beer drinking type; I imagined her with something a little more sophisticated. I nearly died when she invited me back to her place for a nightcap; it was the last thing that I expected. She was extremely cool and collected about it, and probably made a mental note that she caught me off guard.
Her house was immaculate, as I had expected. She poured a glass of wine for each of us, and we started talking. The conversation started about the evening, drifted to work, and then started getting personal.
"Do you find me attractive?" she asked.
"Of course ..." I said hesitantly, not knowing where this was going to lead. You also can never answer that question honestly either.
"How attractive .. what would you do to be with me?"
"Anything .. I think you look great, you're smart, -"
She cut me off in mid sentence. "You had better be careful when you say 'anything' .. You don't know what 'anything' might turn out to be."
"I can handle anything you dish out."
"I don't think you can, and I wouldn't be so quick to try and prove yourself either. I'll warn you that I do things a little differently."
"How different? How bad can you be?"
"I'm not going to tell you. If you want to find out, then let's go right here and now. But if you start, then you have to do it. Nothing horrible, I promise, but you have to do 'anything', just like you said you would."
Now that was a challenge. On one hand, it was kind of scary .. what could she do that would be so bad? On the other, my mind raced ahead - there were lots of things that people do that I'm just not interested in. She looks great, and she seems to be in control; that's hard to resist. We're both of clear mind (just the glass of wine), and I doubt she is going to do anything horrible to me - we still have to work together after this. So I give in, and agree to do anything.
"Good. Take off your clothes, right now!"
I hesitated at first, but the look in her eye prompted me to move quickly. It was awkward, having her watch me undress. I stood before her, naked, with her firmly in control now.
"Go take a shower, get clean, and then come to my bedroom upstairs when you are done."
That was a small relief; I was going to make it to her bedroom after all. She pointed the way to the lower level bathroom, and off I went.
After taking the second quickest shower of my life I hurried upstairs to her bedroom. She was in her shower, in a bathroom off to the side of the bedrrom. Not knowing what to do, and not having the nerve to do anything, I just stood there and waited. It seemed terribly long, but it was only 10 minutes.
As she exited the bathroom she looked at me and motioned to the bed. This was getting even better. She was wearing a bath robe, so I couldn't see anything, but I knew that was coming off quickly. She approached her dresser, opened a drawer, and produced leather hand and ankle restraints.
"Sorry, but you're going to have to wear these. We've never done this before, and I want to make sure that you don't do anything that we might regret."
I was a little hesitant again; first I had agreed to do anything, and now she was going to make me helpless. It was hard to argue with her reason though; if I should get out of hand, she would be pretty vulnerable. Now it was she that was making me vulnerable though. My punishment for being male (and thus a potential predator) was to be made into prey. I rolled over onto my stomach so that she could bind my hands behind my back, and then my ankles together. She then rolled me face up.
"We're going to start with a little service. I want to sit on your face, and have a delightful orgasm. I've thought about this for a long time, and I want you to live up to expectations. Go slow, and make it last."
I like how she looks in jeans, but I wasn't prepared to have her sitting on my face this quickly. I was hoping for something a little more conventional. However, this didn't seem so bad, and man, at this point I didn't care - I wanted to please her and to see what was going to be so bad.
With that, she began to blindfold me. I protested.
"This is our first date, and I want to be a little modest - I don't expose myself to just anybody. It should not intefere with what you are doing."
Oh great, not only am I helpless, but now I don't even get to see that wonderful ass. I'm going to be intimate with it, but I'm not allowed to see it. It was almost like being made into a sex toy - just a tool for gratification.
I didn't even get a rebuttal in; the blindfold was on, she straddled my face facing my feet, and her ass slowly descended onto my blindfolded face. As she made contact, I strained to begin to service her.
To make a long story a little short, it was awesome. My world was bounded by her ass. She chose when I licked, she chose when I breathed, and she chose where I licked. I never felt scared or used; it was just a wonderful experience. Apparently she knew how to guide a man to do the job correctly. When she orgasmed, she clenched so hard - but how could one not like being down there at that moment?
The entire thing happened without her touching me once ... needless to say I needed relief. She laid on the side of me as we both recovered, and then got up and went to her private bathroom to wash up, leaving me laying with her scent all over my face.
Upon her return she told me to get on the floor.
"Well aren't you going to untie me first?"
"No - roll down, you can do it as you are."
That was not quite the answer I was expecting. I awkwardly rolled to the edge of the bed, swung my legs over, and got down to the floor."
"Lay down, face up."
And you can bet I listened and obeyed that one too. Now things were starting to get interesting.
She walked to the other side of the room, grabbed a chair, and carried it back to where I laid. She placed the chair over my chest, with my head sticking out from underneath it. The bottom rungs of the chair were snug against me, partially restraining me. I especially felt it when she sat down; it didn't hurt, but I knew I wasn't going anywhere with her there.
"You did that well. But you're not done yet. I like a man that worships my feet. Have you ever kissed a woman's foot before?"
Being restrained hand and foot, and being pinned down by the chair, it really didn't matter what I thought of it. She was wearing her bath robe and she had a foot on each side of my head; I could look up some of her legs, but not see anything above the knee.
"Well, no, I haven't. I guess I'm going to now."
"Yes, you are. And you are going to act like you enjoy it, whether you do or not. Be passionate, and make it good for me."
With that she placed both feet on my face, and started massaging my face. She pressed hard, deeply kneading my face beneath her feet. I was confused and upset at first, but gradually I came to like it. It was deeply sensual, and before long I found myself kissing her soles. With that, she started to experiment placing her toes in my mouth. I sensuously sucked each one; at this point she pretty much owned me. This went on for about 20 minutes.
We work at a highly professional company, so work behavior is serious and professional, and flirting is minimal. It is good for getting work done, but good for little else. Social events were usually during the day on company time, and these were generally tame affairs.
One social event was scheduled after hours, which was rare. It was dinner, following by an evening of "fake gambling", where the play money was redeemable for gift certificates. This was a bit looser than usual, and it generated a lot of excitement. Some of us looked forward to it, and others were anxious.
It is easy to be alone in a group of 200 people, so I was relieved when I saw Sue there. Even better, she was alone. We decided to pair up for the night and try to have a good time. She probably thought nothing of it, but I was quite anxious about it. Probably because she was looking pretty good, and I enjoyed being near her. She was wearing a white sweater, black pants that were closely fitted, and a great pair of black pumps. With the shoes, she was 2 inches taller than me. The clicking of the heels drove me crazy all night long.
The dinner went well, and the gambling was pretty fun. I think we all had a good time. There was beer there, but nobody was drinking very much - personally, I didn't want to loose any edge that I might have. Sue probably wasn't the beer drinking type; I imagined her with something a little more sophisticated. I nearly died when she invited me back to her place for a nightcap; it was the last thing that I expected. She was extremely cool and collected about it, and probably made a mental note that she caught me off guard.
Her house was immaculate, as I had expected. She poured a glass of wine for each of us, and we started talking. The conversation started about the evening, drifted to work, and then started getting personal.
"Do you find me attractive?" she asked.
"Of course ..." I said hesitantly, not knowing where this was going to lead. You also can never answer that question honestly either.
"How attractive .. what would you do to be with me?"
"Anything .. I think you look great, you're smart, -"
She cut me off in mid sentence. "You had better be careful when you say 'anything' .. You don't know what 'anything' might turn out to be."
"I can handle anything you dish out."
"I don't think you can, and I wouldn't be so quick to try and prove yourself either. I'll warn you that I do things a little differently."
"How different? How bad can you be?"
"I'm not going to tell you. If you want to find out, then let's go right here and now. But if you start, then you have to do it. Nothing horrible, I promise, but you have to do 'anything', just like you said you would."
Now that was a challenge. On one hand, it was kind of scary .. what could she do that would be so bad? On the other, my mind raced ahead - there were lots of things that people do that I'm just not interested in. She looks great, and she seems to be in control; that's hard to resist. We're both of clear mind (just the glass of wine), and I doubt she is going to do anything horrible to me - we still have to work together after this. So I give in, and agree to do anything.
"Good. Take off your clothes, right now!"
I hesitated at first, but the look in her eye prompted me to move quickly. It was awkward, having her watch me undress. I stood before her, naked, with her firmly in control now.
"Go take a shower, get clean, and then come to my bedroom upstairs when you are done."
That was a small relief; I was going to make it to her bedroom after all. She pointed the way to the lower level bathroom, and off I went.
After taking the second quickest shower of my life I hurried upstairs to her bedroom. She was in her shower, in a bathroom off to the side of the bedrrom. Not knowing what to do, and not having the nerve to do anything, I just stood there and waited. It seemed terribly long, but it was only 10 minutes.
As she exited the bathroom she looked at me and motioned to the bed. This was getting even better. She was wearing a bath robe, so I couldn't see anything, but I knew that was coming off quickly. She approached her dresser, opened a drawer, and produced leather hand and ankle restraints.
"Sorry, but you're going to have to wear these. We've never done this before, and I want to make sure that you don't do anything that we might regret."
I was a little hesitant again; first I had agreed to do anything, and now she was going to make me helpless. It was hard to argue with her reason though; if I should get out of hand, she would be pretty vulnerable. Now it was she that was making me vulnerable though. My punishment for being male (and thus a potential predator) was to be made into prey. I rolled over onto my stomach so that she could bind my hands behind my back, and then my ankles together. She then rolled me face up.
"We're going to start with a little service. I want to sit on your face, and have a delightful orgasm. I've thought about this for a long time, and I want you to live up to expectations. Go slow, and make it last."
I like how she looks in jeans, but I wasn't prepared to have her sitting on my face this quickly. I was hoping for something a little more conventional. However, this didn't seem so bad, and man, at this point I didn't care - I wanted to please her and to see what was going to be so bad.
With that, she began to blindfold me. I protested.
"This is our first date, and I want to be a little modest - I don't expose myself to just anybody. It should not intefere with what you are doing."
Oh great, not only am I helpless, but now I don't even get to see that wonderful ass. I'm going to be intimate with it, but I'm not allowed to see it. It was almost like being made into a sex toy - just a tool for gratification.
I didn't even get a rebuttal in; the blindfold was on, she straddled my face facing my feet, and her ass slowly descended onto my blindfolded face. As she made contact, I strained to begin to service her.
To make a long story a little short, it was awesome. My world was bounded by her ass. She chose when I licked, she chose when I breathed, and she chose where I licked. I never felt scared or used; it was just a wonderful experience. Apparently she knew how to guide a man to do the job correctly. When she orgasmed, she clenched so hard - but how could one not like being down there at that moment?
The entire thing happened without her touching me once ... needless to say I needed relief. She laid on the side of me as we both recovered, and then got up and went to her private bathroom to wash up, leaving me laying with her scent all over my face.
Upon her return she told me to get on the floor.
"Well aren't you going to untie me first?"
"No - roll down, you can do it as you are."
That was not quite the answer I was expecting. I awkwardly rolled to the edge of the bed, swung my legs over, and got down to the floor."
"Lay down, face up."
And you can bet I listened and obeyed that one too. Now things were starting to get interesting.
She walked to the other side of the room, grabbed a chair, and carried it back to where I laid. She placed the chair over my chest, with my head sticking out from underneath it. The bottom rungs of the chair were snug against me, partially restraining me. I especially felt it when she sat down; it didn't hurt, but I knew I wasn't going anywhere with her there.
"You did that well. But you're not done yet. I like a man that worships my feet. Have you ever kissed a woman's foot before?"
Being restrained hand and foot, and being pinned down by the chair, it really didn't matter what I thought of it. She was wearing her bath robe and she had a foot on each side of my head; I could look up some of her legs, but not see anything above the knee.
"Well, no, I haven't. I guess I'm going to now."
"Yes, you are. And you are going to act like you enjoy it, whether you do or not. Be passionate, and make it good for me."
With that she placed both feet on my face, and started massaging my face. She pressed hard, deeply kneading my face beneath her feet. I was confused and upset at first, but gradually I came to like it. It was deeply sensual, and before long I found myself kissing her soles. With that, she started to experiment placing her toes in my mouth. I sensuously sucked each one; at this point she pretty much owned me. This went on for about 20 minutes.