My relationship with Tess would span over a year, and our sexual encounters were her escape from the day-to-day and the craziness that were her divorce proceedings, and all of the things that went with being a single mother. She had married very young to a selfish person who was only interested in his pursuits, which invariably after 20 years, led to the demise of their relationship. Caring for two kids in their late teens and all their demands further added the heaviness to her life. Our sexual encounters which were happening 1 to 2 times a week were her private time to escape. The most memorable those was her first experience in submission, which happened in her bathroom. A few months later, we had just come back from a weekend away at a beach resort where most of the time she spent sleeping and resting catching up from the weariness that had become her day-to-day life. I was happy to give her that moment and that respite. She was a one-person shop as a mortgage and a title attorney and she had an office with a very capable assistant. I would on occasion bring her lunch or have her meet me for lunch to provide her with some escape. I could sense her anxiety, her attention and her stress building higher than I had ever seen it as she approached a key date in her divorce proceedings. At the 11th hour, as often happens opposing counsel asked to reschedule. It was as if someone looking for release was told they’d have to hold it longer, and they were not able to.
She called me on the drive back from the courthouse, angry and totally frustrated. It was understandable. “I have to work late, but could you come over tonight? I really need to just be held and have more release and tenderness? Perhaps 10 PM?” she begged. I felt horrible for her and I couldn’t say no so I accepted. I told her that she was in my thoughts and that soon we would be in each other’s arms. It made her a little less stressed and we hung up. About 10 minutes later it occurred to me that it was time for another “special moment”. I thought for a few minutes what I could do to again help her turn her brain and her thoughts off and then in a flash and genius, it occurred to me. I looked at the time and saw that it was almost 4 in the afternoon and knew that her assistant typically left around 5:30 to pick up her kids from school. I knew after that she would be alone. I turned and headed towards an adult novelty store across town with a plan in mind. At 6 PM, with purchases in hand and disguised inside my work backpack. I walked up the stairs to her office and noticed that her assistant was now gone, so I locked the door behind me. I had brought a light dinner (all part of the clever cover up) so that she would not get wise to the greater plan. I spread the food across her desk, and we both started snacking. She was happier. She sat at her desk, bathed in the soft evening light from her office window. The room, with its clean lines and organized papers, felt like an extension of her own composed mind. Her dirty blond hair, with its sun-bleached highlights, was swept over one shoulder, a cascade of gold and brown that fell against the dark fabric of her top. As she leaned slightly forward to take a bite of her dinner, the material of her top molded to the gentle swell of her breasts. The fullness of her form was not a distraction, but a natural, graceful part of her presence. The sensuousness she exuded was in the quiet confidence of her posture, the effortless way her body moved with a quiet elegance. She didn't have to do anything to project her allure; the anger she felt earlier had subsided, and now created a sensual tension, something that needed to be relieved. I leaned over her, and with a soft rustle, removed her jacket. It was a simple action, yet the sudden rush of cool air against the bare skin of her arms was an immediate sensory shock. The focus on her food was suddenly replaced by a palpable tension that radiated from her. Beneath the jacket, the sheer fabric of her blouse veiled the delicate lace of her bra, a whisper-thin layer of modesty that intensified the unspoken intimacy of the moment. Her senses, already heightened from the anger earlier, now began to hum with a new feeling. She didn't move, her mind racing to comprehend the shift in the air, the sudden vulnerability of the moment. The mini-skirt and thigh stockings, once a quiet secret, now felt like a provocative, deliberate statement she hadn't intended to make.
I raised my finger to my lips “Shhhh. I am now in charge. The door is locked and it’s just you and me”. I left her sitting in the chair alone in the office for a moment to turn off all of the lights except for a single lamp down the hallway to provide just enough light to witness the evening. I returned to find her still sitting in the chair, curious to what was coming, and I could see through the lace in her bra that she was now aroused. Her breathing heavier and her eyes more wide. I reached into my backpack and produced another blindfold the kind people generally use at night when they sleep. I placed it over her eyes and gave her a gentle kiss on the lips. I lifted up her right arm and placed it on the arm of the chair and the same with the left. I reached back into my pack and produced a roll of hot pink colored vinyl tape and applied to both her wrists around the arms of her chair and then removed her shoes and did the same around her ankles to pull them back slightly as I wrapped the tape behind the stem of the chair. As I had done on a previous occasion before I left her in the dark with her thoughts, as I sat across from her, letting her set her own stage. After a few moments, I leaned forward and unzipped her mini skirt from the side and slowly wiggled it from her and down her legs without disturbing her thigh highs briefly undoing the tape to slide them off. I picked up her phone and took a picture of her. She heard the click of the shutter and I could see within moments her panties had become instantly wet at the thought of the photograph. I knew she was thinking that this moment was going to be all about her and for the most part it was, but I had a different way to approach it.
I moved around her, taking several pictures, making sure she heard every single click of the shutter from every angle. Some close-up, some farther away each one making her more and more wet. When I had finished, I stepped back and allowed her thoughts to race. I wanted her thoughts of where those pictures may be or may go and the noises around the room to occupy her thoughts as I quietly slipped out of all my clothes. I was now naked and very hard. I moved the stool from under her desk that she rested her feet on and placed it next to her. I climbed on top and began to rub the tip of my cock against her lips. There was surprise at first and then an opening, a willing response, a welcoming from her mouth. She was moving her head back-and-forth, taking me in and out more deeply and then stopping at the end and using her tongue to caress my cock. I picked up her phone and took several pictures of her doing with my cock in her mouth, which made her even more aroused. She continued on until I exploded in the back of her throat and then again. It was more than she could handle in one swallow, and some of it rolled out of her mouth and onto her chin and the top of her breasts. I took another picture. I leaned forward to kiss her to help mop up the mess and then use my mouth and tongue to clean the rest of her. I released the snap of her bra and loosened one wrist and reapplied the tape and did the same to the other to remove her bra and now opened wide shirt, then took another picture.
She was now beginning to leave behind all her thoughts and submit to the control. She now found herself under. I whispered another safe word. I sat back in the chair and told her that I was relaxing for a minute, admiring her beauty. “I’m stroking my cock looking at your body. You have me so hot right now”, I said. Her hands gripped the arms of the office chair, her body a line of desperate anticipation now naked save for the thigh highs and panties. “Let me see! I want you!”. Her plea was a surrender, an overwhelming need for the release she knew only I could provide. The air in the office, once charged with professional composure, now hummed with the raw electricity of her desire. I knelt before her, and instead of giving her what she begged for, I tore off her panties and pushed her knees apart. She was now exposed. I took a picture and then brought the camera down between her legs and took another picture. She didn’t care anymore what happened to the pictures but each click of the shutter brought on more wetness and more excitement. It was beyond erotic to her.
I moved behind her and then around her and then behind her again to provide more disorientation. I looked up on her desk and grabbed a large paper clip and spread it open, placing it on her left nipple and adjusting it until it gave the perfect amount of squeeze to create an exquisite balance of pain and pleasure, and then repeated the process on the other nipple. I left them there as a reminder of who was in control. I took a picture. I walked around her slowly again, my cock now erect, occasionally leaning in to brush her shoulders or tease her by placing it against her lips again. I would occasionally let her use the tip of her tongue to lick it clean but no more than that. I reached into my backpack and produced a vibrator that had an extra little piece that when inserted into her pussy would tickle her clit. I applied some lube to it and turned it on, and as I had done before, moved it past her ear and then against her earlobe and worked my way down across her pinched nipples, down her stomach and between her legs. I made it painfully slow for her. I let it rest at the entrance to her lips, teasing all that lie below, and then slowly inserted it until it’s special tip reached its special place. I pushed another button on the device, which started moving it within itself so that it didn’t need to be moved in and out. She responded immediately and instinctively pushing back against it for more of it until she couldn’t take it anymore. She came intensely hard and squirted everywhere. A long, shuddering sigh escaped her lips as the tension broke. Her body relaxed, slumping into the chair, no longer fighting the tidal wave of emotion that was finally allowed to wash over her. I repeated the process several more times until I felt she was ready for the next step.
I removed the tape from her wrists and her ankles and sat her bare ass on her desk. I left the blindfold in place. I stepped back and I took a picture, just as I had taken a picture of the vibrator working its magic up close and further back to capture her expression. I had the presence to make a video for her in the last 10 seconds before she came. I wanted her now. I was now standing in front of her in between her legs, firm, erect, and wet. Without announcement, I pulled her into me and thrust myself into her and began pounding her harder than I ever had. She came twice almost immediately and I followed thereafter. I took a picture. A few minutes past and I removed the blindfold allowing her to finally see the mess we had made of her office. She didn’t care. She didn’t care to finish any of her work. We dressed and left and went back to her place to finish our dinner and pick up where we left off the rest of the night. To this day she still revisits those pictures and videos and at times masturbates to them.
“You really know how to extricate me from all the mess that is my life. Thank you for bringing me back to reality by way of paradise. My life was more pale than vanilla before I met you and you have sexually liberated me and shown me that I can have anything I want and not be afraid of it. More importantly, you’ve shown me that being vulnerable and letting go is far more empowering and erotic than being in control, at least for me”. I responded simply with a kiss – the rest unnecessary. Our special friendship remained in this phase for just over a year and then more casual the following year as she needed the time to free herself and figure out what she really wanted. I was as usual, traveling all over the planet, and because I cared for her deeply, wanted her to find her happiness now that she had found her sexual awakening. It’s been nearly 10 years and we touch base from time to time and have connected a few times since then to please each other, but I’ve never really ventured past that. I think neither one of us wants to corrupt the memories we made by introducing the everyday and ordinary so for now we occasionally relive it and protect it as ours and ours alone including a weekend at an Adult Clothing Optional Resort - but that's for another story!
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