Stan called me on the phone one afternoon. He was very serious with a sense of urgency in his voice. He wanted to see me. I wanted to see him, but I couldn’t. He was married. This just wouldn’t work. My body was screaming at me yes. My mind was screaming no. The more he talked, the more my body was winning. He said, “There is nothing in this world I want right now more than you. Just find a time for us, one afternoon when you’re free. I’ll work the rest of it out.”

            She said, “Stan, You know I can’t.”

            “I know you can. I know you want to. You’re just afraid to admit it.”

            “I’m not afraid to admit it. I’m just afraid to do it.”

            “If you want me half as bad as I want you, nothing is going to stop us.”

            “Even if I said yes, how would we work it all out?”

            “That’s my department. All you have to do is say yes. I want your complete and total submission, without reservation and without condition.”

            My throat was thick. I couldn’t speak. Finally I said, “Look, I…”

            “It’s one little word Sandra. Just say it.”

            “And then what? You’ll hate me for making you feel guilty. I’ll hate myself. Is it worth it?”

            He slowly replied, “I can’t promise it would happen more than once. I can promise I would not regret it. The only thing I’ll hate is not having you any and every time I want. It is true I’m not going to be the man you spend the rest of your life with. But I so want to show you how you deserve to be treated.”

            “You make quite a tempting offer.”

            “So take me up on it.”

            “Stan, I…”

            There was silence for a long time. Finally he said, “Silence is not an answer. I’m going to ask this as directly as I can. Will you be my lover? Will you submit to me totally?”

            I was sweating, even shaking a little. A word came out of my mouth, “Yes.” I felt a sense of relief saying it. The weight of decision was gone. At the same time I felt a tinge of fear at what was to come.

            He said, “I want you for an entire day. Find a way to get a day off from work. Make arrangements and/or excuses to cover all the other aspects of your life. Just make sure you’re free for the whole day and that no one knows you’re going to be with me.”

            “OK.”

            “You have no idea how much I’m looking forward to this.”

            “So am I.”

 

            I worked it all out for a Tuesday nearly a week away. He said that was fine and told me to meet him in the parking lot of a shopping center at 9 am. The next day a package arrived in the mail. It had no return address but was marked “private – confidential”. I closed the door to my office and opened it. There was a pair of black elastic top stockings, black sheer panties and a black sheer bra inside. There was also a note. It read, “You are to wear these Tuesday. You may wear whatever you wish over it, but no pants. It must be a dress or a skirt.” That’s all it said. There was no signature.

 

            Tuesday morning I left at my normal time and went to the parking lot instead of work. Getting out of my car and into his was easy enough. He smiled and said, “Good morning.”

            I said, “Good morning.”

            He said, “Are you dressed as instructed?”

            “Yes.”

            “Show me.” I know I must have looked dumbfounded. He said, “Pull your skirt up and show me.”

            “Now? Here?”

            He reached over gently and held my chin. He said, “You will do whatever I say when I say it. Do you understand?” I slowly pulled my skirt up until the tops of my stockings were visible. He said, “That’s better.” He rubbed one hand slowly up my leg to the top of the stocking and said, “Pull your skirt back down.” He fired up the car and drove off.

            Nearly an hour later he turned off the paved road and drove up a gravel drive. It went a ways into the woods and finally stopped at a log cabin. He got out of the car, walked around and opened my door. He held his hand out like a gentleman to help me out. Then he escorted me into the cabin.

            It was all wood on the inside. Logs were visible on the walls. The floor was hardwood. Even the ceilings were wooden boards fitted together. There was a large open living room with a vaulted ceiling and a huge beam crossing the center. Inside he turned me around and said, “This is your last chance to back out.” I just shook my head no. He kissed me and then said, “You deserve to be treated like a princess in public. Any man should be proud to have you on his arm. You’re very special. I want to make sure you understand that. My intentions are to use you to fulfill my greatest fantasies. I want you to be my slut, my whore and my slave. There is a big difference between being “a” whore and being “my” whore. You are not a whore, but today you will be “my” whore. What happens here will remain here. The things I learn about you and the things you learn about me will forever remain secret. Are we in agreement?

            I said, “Yes.”

            He kissed me again and said, “Stand in the center of the room.” He leaned against the wall near the stairs. I walked over to the center of the room and faced toward him. “Now take off the skirt. And toss it on that couch.” I did so slowly. “Now take off the blouse, slowly.” I did and tossed it on the couch as well. I stood there in front of him wearing only the outfit he sent me. He said, “I like the shoes. Nice choice. Keep them on.”

            There was a small table against the wall. I hadn’t noticed before, but there was a black duffle bag on it. Apparently he had already been to the cabin before taking me there. He opened the bag and pulled out a length of rope. He approached me slowly holding the rope in one hand. He said, “Wrists together in front.” He tied the rope around one wrist, wrapped it several times around both and then wrapped it between, tightening the wraps. He tied it off to the loose end where he started. I suddenly realized he was serious about this game. There was no way I could have gotten loose.

            He walked away and left me standing. He removed a much longer piece of rope from the bag. He moved a wooden chair right beside me, stood on it and threaded the rope through a hook in the beam running across the ceiling. He got down, moved the chair away and tied one end of the long rope to the ropes holding my wrists together. He took the other end of the rope and walked over to the wall. There was another hook in the wall. He threaded the rope through it and slowly pulled it raising my arms above my head. He pulled it tight enough that I had to stretch lifting my heels off the ground and then he loosened it just enough for my heels to come back down. He tied it off at that point.

            He walked up in front of me and lightly ran his hands up my sides, up my arms and back down to just under my arms. He brought them in to caress my breasts, using his thumbs to rub directly over my nipples. He kissed me, lightly at first, then deep and hot as our tongues explored each other. He slid one hand down to my ass, pushing my hips forward against his. I could feel his hard cock pressing against me. He drew back and traced across my lips with his finger. He said, “You are beautiful. I’ve have wanted this for a long time.” He smiled and said, “I will make the best of it.” He looked directly into my eyes and said firmly, “You are mine. I will fuck your mouth. I will fuck your cunt and I will fuck your ass.” I would have said yes if he had asked, but the aggressive, powerful way he just said it sent a tinge of fear and excitement through me. He slid one hand between my legs and started rubbing my cunt from outside the fabric.

            He got on his knees in front of me and slowly pulled the panties down. He held each of my ankles and turned and stepped me out of the panties. I felt his tongue licking lightly at the tops of my stockings. He licked and kissed his way up, going beside over and around, deliberately missing where I wanted him to go. He circled, teasing, licking and nibbling on each leg repeatedly. All of the sudden without warning he moved deep into the center, shoving his tongue inside and licking up to find my clit. He put first one, then two fingers inside me, ramming them in and out as he sucked my clit in between his teeth. I was barely standing, on leg up and on his shoulder. He wet the finger of one hand and I felt it pressing into my ass. With his fingers still in my cunt and his mouth still licking and sucking I was overwhelmed with the sensations. I shuddered and came, head back looking at the ceiling, supporting most of my weight with the rope tied to my hands.

            He got up and walked away. I watched him calmly wipe his face with a towel. I regained my balance and stood on my feet. He took off his clothes. His cock was still hard. He walked around me slowly, looking at me. He took another rope and tied it around my waist like a belt. He went to the hook on the wall and untied it. My hands fell in front of me. He walked over to me and untied the long rope, but left my hands tied together. He took another short rope and tied it to the rope on my wrists. He pulled it down between my legs and up the small of my back to the rope tied around my waist. He pulled it tight, forcing my hands down between my legs. The rope put pressure on my cunt and my ass. He tied it off tight.

            My bra hooked in the front. He unhooked it, spread it to the sides and pinched my nipples. He leaned in and kissed me. Merely an inch from my face he said, “On your knees, now.” Kneeling was awkward, and the rope between my legs made its presence well known. I had to spread my legs apart to let my hands go in between them. He brushed the side of my hair and then lifted my chin. His touch was gentle, but the sense of him controlling me was still there. I opened my mouth and took his cock inside. It was warm and thick. I started stroking up and down it with my mouth, massaging it with my tongue. He moaned and took a deep breath. He said, “Oh that’s good.” As I moved the rope between my legs was teasing me, stimulating me but not enough. I started sucking him harder and faster hoping to get him inside me to satisfy the building need. I felt him tense up just as the warm fluid filled my mouth, spilled out across my chin and dripped down to my breasts.

            As he was still catching his breath he held my by the arm and said, “Stand up.” He helped me up. He moved an upholstered chair to the center of the room and then marched me to the back of it. I was looking out over the front of it. He put his foot between mine and shoved my feet apart. He knelt behind me. I felt the rope encircle my ankle as he tied it to the back leg of the chair. Then he tied the other ankle. He untied the rope between my legs and walked around in front of the chair. He pulled that rope down, bending me forward over the chair. He tied it down in front.

He walked around me, perversely stroking his cock as he went. I felt his hand lightly rubbing across my ass, and then reaching between my legs, massaging my cunt. Finally he put his cock in my cunt. The first stroke was slow, but soon it was a fast rhythm, pounding me against the chair. He pinched my nipples. Then he put one hand between the front of my leg and the chair. He reached around and started rubbing my clit while he continued to stroke in and out of me. I came so hard I thought I was going to break the chair.

He pulled out without coming. I suddenly remembered why. I saw him in front of me slowly stroking lube onto his cock. He walked back around behind me. I felt a firm steady pressure on my ass as he slowly worked his way inside. Only fractions of an inch at a time it took several minutes before he worked all the way in. Finally he started to stroke in and out, but very slowly. There was some pain, but only a little. The slow pace allowed me to at least try and relax. After a while the pace increased. Soon he was slamming in and out at full speed. It was surprisingly pleasurable. His hands held tightly to my hips as he slammed in deep and held it there. I could feel his body shake as he came deep inside.

A few minutes later I found myself completely untied and in his arms in the shower. The warm water and the warm embrace seemed to wash away all regrets. Hopefully the feeling would be permanent.