Leather & Lace
Chapter 1 - Temporary Initiation
By the White Knight
I responded to a call from my temp agency to be at Madison and 63rd, at 9:00 am
on Monday morning, for an undetermined length assignment. Short on money I
really wanted to make a good impression, hoping that they would keep me on for a
while, so I showed up a half-hour early. Walking into the lobby of the brown
stone building, I was immediately met by a doorman. He asked if he could help
me and I told him I was looking for the company name printed on the paper I
handed him. He looked at the paper. I blushed as he looked at me over from
head to toe and pointed to the curved marble staircase that rose to the second
floor.
"Models go directly to the second door on the right at the top of the stairs",
he said with a smile. "Oh, I'm not a model", I told him with a shaky laugh in
my voice. "I'm here as an administrative assistant temp".
"Pardon me, young lady", the elderly gentlemen said soberly. "It's just that
you look pretty enough to be one of their catalog models. Sorry again, mam,
first door on the left." I turned away and walked quickly up the royal maroon
strip of carpet that covered the center part of the ornate stairway. The door
at the top of the stairs was wooden framed with a frosted glass inset, which
bore the legend Leather and Lace, Co. in gold script. I blushed again thinking
that the guard thought me to be a model for this company. I screwed up my
courage and knocked on the door. I had to knock a second time before a handsome
mid-thirtish man opened the door.
"Hello", he said quietly. "How may I help you?"
"I'm Sharon Glasser, the temporary administrative assistant you requested from
Ad Temps", I replied quickly. His face breaks into a grin. "Excellent", he
exclaims. "I'm Mike Thatcher, one of the three partners for our company. We
lost our secretary sooner than expected to maternity leave last Tuesday and the
office has been a disaster since. Come on into my office and we'll get through
the personal BS ASAP and then get you right to work." He had an engaging and
warm manner about him that made me feel like I was walking into his family home
and was being greeted as an old friend. He helped me off with my coat and hung
it in a nearby closet that he said I should use in the future. He then lead me
to the coffee machine and asked if I wanted any. We each made our own and then
walked into his office. It mirrored the man before me.
The room was paneled in a golden mahogany. Plants lined the large picture
window. A large wooden desk filled one corner of the office. He ushered me
over to the plush leather couch and sat down himself in a chair across from me.
He set his cup and saucer down on the table between us and I quickly mimicked
him. Sitting back his face lost some of his charm as he asked in a sober voice,
"You do understand what type of company you will be working for Sharon?" I
looked at him intently, I felt as if there was some test I had to pass here.
"If you mean do I know that your company markets and sells lingerie and other
sexually related items", I replied directly. "Then, yes I do realize what type
of company I will be working for. But I don't understand how that relates to
anything, I am just a temp doing her job, what could be the problem?" He looked
away for a moment as if contemplating his answer, "Our Company makes quite a bit
more than just lingerie, and in fact what you referred to as 'other sexually
related items' covers quite a bit of ground. We serve a very large clientele,
who have a wide variety of needs. We do our best to provide the products that
will let them achieve these desires. These items include body oils, custom
condoms, vibrators, dildo's, leather and latex fetish clothing, leather and
Velcro bondage equipment, How to books and videos.... the list goes on." He
looked deep into my eyes and said softly, "Sharon, the fact is that many women
are just uncomfortable typing memos and handling invoices which will include all
or at least some of these items, are you OK with this?" I felt myself smiling
nervously, "I'm not totally comfortable about it, but yes I think I can handle
it." He leaned forward and spoke in that warm fatherly voice of his, "Good, you
see if you work out, we will need your services for at least two to three months
and I need to know that I can count on you."
"That won't be a problem, sir", I replied confidently. "I am sure that you can
count on me."
He looks me over closely and then nods his head as if accepting my answer; "All
right then let me show you to your desk." We spent the next couple of hours
going over the tasks I would need to undertake on a daily basis; learning the
filing system and logging in to the computer network and reviewing the
computerized systems. Basically, the job entailed looking after the three
partners appointments and correspondence. I also had to understand the database
to research things, such as pricing that maybe included in their memos and
letters. When Mr. Thatcher left I got down to the real work of cleaning up the
mess that had occurred in the relatively short time period that they were left
without a secretary. By the end of the day I had all of their calendars
straightened out, there appointments for the remainder of the week set up and
most of their correspondence sorted and prioritized.
"This is wonderful", Mr. Thatcher beamed. "I am going to talk to your
employment agency immediately, but I can tell you right now that we will want
you for the remainder of our secretaries maternity leave." He shifted to his
right and opened up one of the filing cabinets. Pulling out a glossy finished
magazine he handed it to me with a warm smile. "This is our catalog, not the
small abridged one that we send to our first time customers, but our complete
version that we ship to our more serious customers. Please, take it home and
leaf through it so you can get a feeling for our company and its products." I
held the catalog in my hands with a little bit of trepidation, as if it would
bite me or something. The cover was nearly pornographic with the company name
in gold script over the outline of a heart, which was made of a golden rope that
was knotted at the top. Inside the heart were two pictures. One of a sexy
blond in a lacy crimson bustier and panties outfit, complete with matching
stockings, frilly finger gloves and high-heeled red satin slippers tufted with
puffy malibu feathers. The other was of a gorgeous brunette, wearing a black
leather corset that made her waist appear minuscule. Besides a seductive
come-hither smile she also wore a d-ring studded black leather collar, numerous
garters that attached to fishnet stockings and what looked to be six inch spiked
heels on black patent leather pumps. I looked into his warm eyes and managed to
say, "Thank you, sir, that's very nice... of you." Making a shooing motion with
his hands he responded, "Nonsense, my dear, now off with you, its after five
already."
I put the magazine in my handbag and went home. I made a quick solitary dinner
for myself and ate it while watching a rather funny, yet mindless sitcom. I
always liked the way that that slight dark haired Jewish woman wore all of those
extremely exciting clothes and yet never seemed to get a rise out of her lordly
British boss. Turning off the TV, I rinsed the dishes and put them into the
dishwasher. The place seemed incredibly quiet. It had been only three weeks
since I had told my live-in boyfriend to move out and I still wasn't used to
being so alone. Three short weeks and everything in my life had gone
topsy-turvy. Leaving him had also meant leaving my job as we both worked for
the same law firm. I thought of maybe calling him, but decided firmly against
it.
A nice relaxing shower was what I needed, so I headed in that direction picking
up my soft fuzzy pink robe as I went. The shower was warm and delicious. I
felt wonderful as I stepped out and dried myself off. Slipping on my robe I
headed for my bedroom and a good book. I snapped on the stereo to a soft rock
station to put a little sound in the place. As I went to grab my book, I saw my
handbag lying on the dresser. I thought of the catalog and groaned at the
thought of work interfering with my leisure. But, then another thought popped
into my mind. That catalog was pretty damn risque; I bet I can get a few
chuckles looking through it. God knows I haven't had many of those lately.
I retrieved the magazine and sat down cross-legged on the bed. I felt the
smooth glossy surface with the tips of my fingers and looked closely at the
brunette in the corset. Her facial features, her breasts, waist, legs....
everything. I looked at her with the truly critical eye of a woman and I was
astounded that I couldn't find anything wrong with her. Then I laughed to
myself and thought that's because she looks so much like me! Yeah right, I said
to myself. I looked at her again, seeing the outfit this time and imagining
what it would be like to wear it. How tight did it need to be to make her waist
that small and push her breast forward that much? I felt myself being drawn
into the picture, as if it were hypnotizing me. Shaking my head, I quickly
turned to the first page.
The two opened pages contained some pretty lace teddies and various types of
nightgowns. I turned through the next pages that held your basic fair of
lingerie, including stay up stockings and matching slippers. I paused upon one
page to see the blonde from the cover staring up at me with a wide inviting
smile. What actually had caught my attention was that she was wearing a short
baby blue silk nightgown that I owned! I looked at the picture closely, which
showed two views of the short nightie; front and back. Yes, I was 90% sure that
I was right. I went to my dresser and opened my lingerie draw. The sweet scent
of potpourri greeted me. I found the little gown and looked for the label.
Sure enough, Leather and Lace, Co. was stamped on it. I had brought this in a
local lingerie store so I guessed that not all of their business was done
through catalog.
I looked back at the brunette in the magazine and then at the slight silk slip
in my hands. What could be more appropriate than looking through the companies
catalog with one of there own creations on? I shrugged out of my bathrobe and
raised my arms, letting the baby blue silk slide down over my still warm
breasts. The material clumped just above my firm mounds and I then remembered
the band of elastic that was worked into the soft material and supposed to be
placed right below my chest. Using both hands I gently pulled the bottom of the
material downward until my breasts slid properly into place. Ohhhh, I murmured
to myself, as the soft silk rubbed against the tips of my nipples, giving me an
exciting little shock. I arranged the dress properly; putting the spaghetti
straps parallel to each other, reseating my firm breasts in the barely
concealing silken triangles and smoothing out the remainder of the material that
barely covered me to my crotch. I looked in the mirror over the dresser and
posed like the woman in the catalog. I worked until I really got the
come-hither look in my eye and the appropriate thrust forward of my breasts and
tilt to my hips. Damn, I do look like that brunette on the cover!
I hopped back onto the bed and continued to look through the catalog. Next came
the more provocative lingerie; bustier's, corsets, push up bras, crotch-less
panties and some really wild costumes. There was the standard French maid and
Playboy Bunny outfits, but there was also Arabian Belly dancer costumes, genie
outfits and some strappy spandex creations that I wasn't totally sure could be
put on without help. Next were some extremely far out creations, made
exclusively of either leather or latex. All of these were very form fitting and
extremely provocative. Fetish Wear was the label used at the top of the page.
The women all looked like they were poured into these outfits. It couldn't be
comfortable I thought, until I spotted the brunette again and sure enough she
was sporting a wide smile. Now, I know models are supposed to smile, but hers
seemed really genuine. So I revised my estimate on the clothing's comfort level
and moved on.
Shoes were represented in many shapes and colors. Almost all of which could not
be found in your standard shoe store. There were boots, pumps, sandals and
slippers, most of which sported heel heights of four inches or more. It was
easy to see where the high heels from the cover had come from. Following this
were the normal range of dildo, vibrators and body oils. I didn't look to
closely at these items as I continued to flip the pages.
Bondage Equipment labeled the following pages and I was actually amazed at how
much there was of it. Leather and Velcro wrist and ankle restraints and collars
in many different sizes and colors. I was further astounded at the variety of
different ways they had found to make a gag! Balls, plugs, rings and even
penises were used to fill the poor young ladies mouths and throats. One of the
pictorial sales pitches showed a series of pictures representing the proper
application of a large red ball gag, and there she was again. The brunette held
the ball against her coffee painted lips; her eyes seemed to twinkle with
anticipation. She opened her mouth to its full extent, but the ball refused to
go past her pearly whites. Using the tips of the fingers on both hands she
pushed the ball behind her teeth in the next panel and then buckled it behind
her head. Finally in the last panel she faced the camera full on, the red ball
distended her coffee covered lips obscenely wide. The leather of the strap bit
into each cheek tightly, but through all this you could see the excitement in
her eyes. Her excitement seemed to flow into me and I could feel myself
beginning to respond to the erotic image... whoa, I said to myself and returned
to flipping pages.
Toward the rear of the catalog were magazines, books and videos dealing with the
entire gamut of sexual desires and fetishes. I really wasn't looking closely
when all of a sudden something caught my eye. It was a picture of Mr. Thatcher
dressed in a classy dark jacket, shirt and slacks outfit. This was not the
remarkable part of the picture though. His picture was on the cover of a VHS
tape entitled 'Bondage 101'. In his hands he held a leash that was attached to
the collar surrounding the neck of the beautiful brunette from the cover, who
was kneeling at his feet! Her hands were bound tightly behind her, yet she
looked up at his face with what I can only describe as.... adoration! I began
to meld with the picture once again, imagining myself in the brunette's skimpy
custom, kneeling at this strong man's feet. I began to get hot and my hands,
moved to my vagina without me thinking about it. I had not put any panties on
and the nightdress had ridden up my thighs, so there was nothing to slow me from
reaching the ever-increasing warmth between my lower lips. I felt the heavy
leather collar as it rested upon my shoulders. The tight bodice of the corset
that thrust my breasts upward and whittled, down my already slender waist. The
heavy manacles on my wrists, which kept them from reaching out to touch the
incredibly sexy man before me. Finally, I felt my feet arched to the amazingly
high heel of my black leather pumps. "Ohhhhhh, Ohhhhh", I moaned as I closed my
eyes and lay back against the bed. My fingers rubbed briskly against my clit,
sliding into the folds of skin to find the true tender spot. Those wonderful
digits of mine moved even faster setting me on fire and building me up to an
incredible climax. I found myself arching my hips against my fingers, pushing
my pulsating pussy against them even harder. Oh, and then I came and I came and
I came... My body jerked and my hips rotated upon their own over excited
volition. Hmmmmm, yes, it was glorious. I felt warm and as happy as a sated
cat. I lay there in my golden glow, thinking that it had never been this good
with old what his name... and then my body stiffened and my eyes popped open.
I finally realized what had just happened. I had fantasized about being the
women in the picture bound at my boss's feet and this was the result! Oh, God
what am I doing. I quickly calmed down and rationalized the situation. Men cum
to pictures of naked women in suggestive poses all of the time, why shouldn't I
be able to do the same? No it wasn't your standard fantasy, but surely it was
just an aberration. With that thought in mind, I cleaned up the room, putting
the catalog back in my bag and went to sleep.
The next day went quietly and mainly uneventfully. My duties kept me busy
enough so that I did not need to reflect to often over what had occurred the
previous evening. Answering phones, sorting memos and arranging calendars were
simple yet exacting tasks, especially when handling three different superiors.
Almost all of my communication with them seemed to be through are computerized
E-Mail system. I saw Mr. Thatcher in passing, moving from meeting to meeting.
The other two partners were out of the office again today, but I was amazed at
the amount of work that they would have me handle via E-mail and fax. The law
firm that I had worked for previously barely used their E-mail system and
everything was still done the old way, face to face. I was also surprised at
how cordial they both were in their requests and their hopes that I was enjoying
working for the company.
That evening, alone in my apartment, I couldn't hold off thinking about the
night before. What had I been thinking of? I did my normal evening workout and
than ate my dinner, while I watched jeopardy. My thoughts strayed to the
catalog, and I said to myself, 'You don't want to go their girl friend'. I
tried hard to put the whole thing out of my mind.
That proved to be impossible. The catalog was like a magnet to my thoughts. I
knew that I had to look at it again and find out what and how it was having this
effect on me. Finally I broke down and retrieve it from my bag. Turning off
the TV I turned on the stereo, pushing the pre-set button that turned me to a
local classical music station. I was hoping that the soothing music would allow
me to examine the magazine-like catalog in a library like environment.
Rather than adjourning to the site of the previous evenings uncertainties, I sat
down on the couch in the living room. My hair was still wet from my shower so I
smoothed at back against my head so that no loose drops of water would fall on
the magazine. I left my fuzzy bright pink bathrobe on this time and tucked my
pink Isotoner slippers under my rear end as I settled myself.
Opening the magazine I looked at each of the catalogs offering more closely than
I had the night before. Trying to be as clinical as possible, I read through
each products attributes. I read the small articles that they included to
inform for their readers concerning the differences, between different fabrics.
Cotton, nylon, satin, silk all had their differences in feelings they conveyed
to the wearer's body. They seemed to be subtly pushing women buyers toward
choosing the more expensive fabrics. The closing of the article stated that no
matter which fabric was chosen, that any of these creations would 'warm their
partner's heart'. I didn't think that that was the part of the person's partner
that would be warmed, but I did agree that satin and silk had a move exciting
feel than nylon.
The lingerie section was rather lengthy and it took me quite awhile to read
through it all. In a way it was the most comfortable part of the magazine for
me to read, because I already had experience in the area. Even the fetish
clothing and heels didn't faze me. No I had never worn clothes exactly like
that or heels that high, but their basic task was still to turn on the person's
lover and this I did understand. I had numerous times purchased dresses, skirts
and blouses cut more provocatively than modesty dictated simply to please my
male suitors. Just last New Years I wore a strapless satin mini dress that
showed off a good portion of my breasts and had a hem the extended barely four
inches past my crotch. The black strappy sandals that went with the dress
sported a very high heel, so yes these products I could relate to.
The 'toys' section of oils, creams, condoms, didlo's, vibrators, etc., I decided
to skip through. I had never used any of them and since I had basically always
had a boy friend I had never seen the need for the more female oriented items.
I slowed at the 'bondage' section and worked through the extensive array of
leather goods. There were many items that without the aid of the pictured model
wearing them, that I would not have been able to tell you what they were or what
the purpose was. There were sets of straps that immobilized the torso, legs or
entire body. Leather sleeves and straight jackets. My head began to spin with
the multitude of bondage permutations that all of these different types of
bindings would allow. How many people were using these items that necessitated
such a large selection? I had previously thought that only the biker and gay
crowd got into this type of scene. But, the articles that accompanied this
section were aimed at seemingly normal people. There was even a few letters of
glowing endorsements, all of them from what I would refer to as 'normal' people.
One from Jenny R. in Scottsdale, AZ., stated that she was the mother of two and
that bondage and particularly Leather and Lace's fine products had saved her
marriage. The free catalog and a few purchases had led her and her hubby into
an exciting fantasy world that they both could share and enjoy.
There was also the pretty brunette to consider. Her image graced many of the
publications, pages and in every one of these pictures she looked happy,
serene... content. Yes, that would be how I would describe her! Even in the
picture on the video cover where she was kneeling at Mr. Thatcher's feet, she
looked content and satisfied with her situation.
These thoughts began to shake me from my clinical reviewing techniques and make
it much too personal. I decided that was enough for now and went to bed. I
tossed and turned for a bit, while my mind roiled with questions, but I finally
fell into a fitful sleep.
On Wednesday I met the one of the two remaining partners and was surprised to
find that she was a woman. Every bit of correspondence that I had handled for
her was addressed to L. Grant. I had always assumed that the 'L' stood for
Larry or Lou (as in Lou Grant of Mary Tyler Moore fame). Lucinda was a very
good-looking lady in her late thirties who always dressed perfectly. Custom fit
suits, long form fitting skirts with boots or high heels. She seemed a bit
brusque when we were introduced, but later seemed to soften towards me. She even
took time to show me the "product closet" which was really better classified as
a small storeroom.
"I don't know your inclinations my dear", she said pleasantly, but this room
should be able to satisfy any that you may have I blushed fiercely, but said
nothing. "You really should spend some more time with our products, so that you
know what we are talking about when we refer to a certain item." Lucinda had a
pointer like rod that she seemed to always be carrying. Using it she sorted
through some plastic looking bikini briefs. With a flick of her stick it flew
from the table and into my quickly responding hands. "Edible underwear", she
informed me. "Go ahead take a bite, it won't hurt you." Tentatively, I did
take a little nibble. "That's actually pretty good", I said in surprise.
"Apple cinnamon, but it's really not the "in" thing this year." She pointed out
some other items, like the sexy French maid costume and the sky-high heeled
pumps and sandals that were consistently in demand. I had seen all of these
items in the catalog, but somehow being near them was making me terribly
anxious.... exited.
Next she pointed out some top-half mannequin bodies that were encased in
extremely tight-laced corsets. "These are custom made to each individual and
you would be surprised at how many of them are ordered each year. Literally
thousands, my dear. You see there isn't a body in the world that one of these
custom fitted wonders can't help to look better. The stomach is tightened, the
back straightened and the breast thrust forward and upward." As she spoke her
wand followed the path of her words up my hips and into my narrow waist, then up
and over the top of my firm breasts. It suddenly became very difficult for me
to breathe. I could feel my nipples harden beneath my purple silk blouse and
the heat build between my legs, as I looked down at the tip of her baton which
still rested on the top of my breasts. She continued frankly staring at my
body, then suddenly and somehow non-chalantly the stick was lifted and she
turned away. "Actually", she said over her shoulder. "It would be difficult to
enhance your figure my dear, but..." Lucinda looked back at me with a devilish
smile, "there is always room for improvement." I started to breathe again as
she continued about the room. I wasn't sure what she had done to me, but the
sexual tension in the air had been as thick and sweet as honey. I could almost
see my body through her eyes flowing into one of these tightly laced satin or
leather corsets...
I was lost in my musings when a box was thrust lightly into my mid-section.
"Now this is the hottest seller of the year", she informed me. I looked down at
the box and saw that it was a complete 'beginners' set of Velcro bondage
restraints and straps. "Yes, this is really a wonderful item. In fact it is
the perfect gift to add spice to an existing relationship or excitement to a new
one. The really wonderful thing about these Velcro restraints is that one or
the other of the partners in the relationship can put themselves into
self-bondage before their lover arrives. Think about it..." It was again
becoming impossible to breathe. Lucinda opened the box in my nerveless hands
and sorted through the enclosed items. "You strip down naked", she continues,
"or my personal favorite dress up in some really sexy lingerie, like a form
fitting bustier, hose and heels. Then you lay down on your bed and use the
ankle restraints to spread your legs toward the respective corners." She holds
up one of the restraints to show it to you more closely. "It's really simple to
use, just close the Velcro fasteners around the leg of the bed and then shorten
the strap to the proper length, lastly you slip the smooth nylon cuff around
your ankle. Ankles are a cinch, no pun intended", she informed me, "but the
wrists are a little more difficult." Her eyes are intent upon the contents of
the box, but I can't help but feel that she has some spell over me. I literally
can't move and the growing fire between my legs must be making my panties wet.
"The first wrist is easy, but the second requires a little more coordination."
My breathing is coming in short breaths and I am sure that at any minute Lucinda
will notice my distress. God, what would she think of me. Fortunately, she
continued non-pulsed, "You shouldn't put on the wrist restraints just yet
though, or you would not be able to use some of the best parts of the kit.
First you should pop in the ball gag, as it needs both hands to apply properly."
She dangled the ball gag up before my eyes with the buckle perched on the end of
her baton. She studied the large yellow ball and the thick black strap.
"Sometimes you have to push a little bit to get the ball behind your teeth." I
nodded my head knowingly remembering the pictures in the catalog. As she
returned the ball to the box it brushed my cheek and I almost involuntarily
opened my mouth to except the huge foreign object. "Next, you should bind your
first wrist. But, before you bind your last you should slide on the Pe Est Ta
La Resistance... the satin blindfold. Ahh...." she said softly. "Imagine your
boy friend coming home and finding you, his beautiful present, neatly wrapped
and bound upon your bed. Let me tell you, my dear, you will not be going to
sleep early on that night." She laughed and closed the lid of the box. I went
to place it back on a shelf and she laughed again. "No, no, my dear, you keep
it", she said with a warm smile. "You do like I said with your boy friend, it's
my little gift to you." I still hadn't gotten my breathing back to normal and
as I started stammering out an unintelligible uttering. My mind raced I
couldn't possibly take this.... I don't even have a boy friend anymore...
Lucinda pooh-poohed my meaningless refusals and reached below a counter to
retrieve a large plain brown shopping bag. She deftly took the box form my
hands and put it in. She plopped the handles of the bag around one of my still
out stretched hands and said, "That's all right, you don't have to thank me, my
dear. In fact we encourage our employees to use and experiment with our
products. What better advertising can we get than a glowing recommendation from
one of our workers to their friends?" My soundless mouth finally closed as I
thought over the veracity of this last statement. "To that end we make this
room available to everyone in our employ. You can generally keep anything in
the room, with the limitation that you may only take up to two hundred dollars
of product per month. For the some of the more expensive items, like the
corsets and boots, we do allow for a certain amount of borrowing. It really
very easy, just log in to the computer at the door and recorded your purchase.
The price, at cost, will be credited against your balance and that's it!" As
fast as she could speak she completed the transaction, proving exactly how easy
it was.
Lucinda took me by the arm and led me back to my desk. "Well, that was
enjoyable", she smiled. "Sometimes I get so involved in the business aspects of
it all, that I forget the more personal side of our trade." She smiled and then
returned back to business, "Opps, I almost forgot. Don't forget to get that
letter to Emerson out before the end of the day." Consulting her watch, she
continued, "You had better hurry, it's already half past four." Turning on her
heel she strode back purposefully to her office.
I was still basically numb, from what had happened in the storeroom. Beneath
the desk I flapped my short black skirt up and down a couple of times trying to
cool off the heat that had built between my thighs. Every time I thought that I
had myself back in control, my leg would rub up against the shopping bag that I
had placed there. Black nylon rubbing against brown paper somehow created quite
a strong electrical shock in my hungry sex.
Groaning inwardly, I took some deep breaths and got down to work. I had to
correct the letter for Lucinda. She had dictated it into her voice recorder and
I had put it down on paper exactly as she had said it, but when she looked at it
on paper she decided that she wanted to move things around and re-word some of
the sentences. I was extremely used to this after working in a law office for
almost two years, so it was easy to immerse myself in my work.
At the dot of five Lucinda was there, fortunately the printout was emerging from
the laser printer just at the same time. She quickly read through it.
"Perfect, my dear", she stated. "Just get it into the last mail and your
finished for the day." She looked me in the eye and winked. "Then go home and
have a pleasant evening." I blushed profusely, lowering my eyes to avoid her
gaze, but ostensibly to fold the letter and seal it into its waiting envelope. I
dropped the letter into the mailbox outside the office and hurried home.
I didn't know what to do with myself when I got there. The box in the shopping
bag taunted me. It was like it was calling to me. Come... come play with me.
I took it off the kitchen table and put it in my bedroom closet. Needing to get
sex out of my head I slipped into one of my workout outfits, put a sweatband
about my forehead and started one of my more demanding aerobic videotapes. By
the time the tape ended I was breathing heavily and sweating hard.
Stripping tiredly from my soiled clothing I dropped them into the hamper and
took a warm shower. The warm water was wonderfully refreshing. My relaxing
mind started to think about the box in my bedroom closet. What good is it I
thought dejectedly to myself; I don't have anyone to share it with. I knew I
would have to do something though. Every time I thought about the beginner's
bondage set a knot would form in my stomach and an impossible level of
excitement would well up within me. Each time it became difficult to breathe...
I had to do something! While I was blow drying my hair an idea hit me like a
physical blow. It was what Lucinda had said; a person could put herself into
bondage using this kit, ostensibly to wait for her lover. Well, there wouldn't
be any lover coming tonight, but that didn't mean that I couldn't try out the
restraints and other stuff on myself! I finished drying myself off quickly and
raced naked into the bedroom.
I grabbed the box and opened it, swiftly spilling the contents onto the neatly
made bed. The bed was a full sized four-poster so it was easy to find places to
attach the wrists and ankle restraints. As described, by Lucinda and in the
instructions, I shortened the straps so that they would hold me spread to the
four corners of the bed. Looking down upon my completed work, I began to get a
little scared. What was I leading myself into?
Deciding that I had to take some time and really think through what I was doing,
I thought back to Lucinda's impassioned description of earlier in the day. She
had said something about strapping yourself down naked, or her personal favorite
in a bustier and panty outfit. I had one of those I thought to myself. I had
brought it looking to bring some excitement into my previous relationship.
Unfortunately I purchased it during the basketball playoffs and he never even
turned from the set to see me in it standing in the doorway to the bedroom.
Before he had come to bed for the evening, I had wrapped it back up and slid it
into the back of my lingerie draw.
I removed the wrappings and lay the baby blue bustier which black lace trim down
on the dresser. The matching panties, stockings and even the frilly finger
gloves followed. By taking my time in dressing and pampering myself, I felt
that I would have plenty of time to think through what I was doing.
I slipped on the lacy G-string like panties. My dark bush showed plainly
through the thin nearly transparent material. I brushed my wavy auburn hair out
so that it shinned with red highlights and wrapped itself around my eager face.
Remembering the brunette in the catalog, I used a coffee colored lipstick and
brown toned eye shadows to compliment it. I put just the faintest hint of rouge
on to highlight my cheekbones and then sprayed on a little White Shoulders. I
was doing everything that I would do as I prepared myself for a lover. These
simple motions, things that I had not done in quite along time, were making me
hot.
I snapped myself into the tight confines of the soft blue bustier. Except for
the black lace trim I could see right through the transparent lacy material. I
stared at the flat of my stomach which displayed my "inny" belly button, then at
my firm pointed breasts which showed off there dark circles around the nipples.
I rearranged my chest in their strapless cups, showing off more of my cleavage
to my imaginary lover. Unrolling the powder blue stockings I pulled it expertly
up my calf, over my knee and up to mid thigh I clipped the lace trimmed top to
the bustier's attached garters. Finishing the second leg, I stood and looked
into the mirror.
I posed a little and made eyes at my own reflection, but then I decided
something was missing. I went to my closet and returned with a pair of black
leather pumps. My party pumps I called them as their heel was almost four
inches and therefore the only thing they were useful for was party. I slid into
them and now felt that the picture was complete. Now I looked just like the
models in the catalog and I was perfectly ready and prepared to try out my new
'toys'.
Walking over to the bed I sat down in the middle of it. The white goose down
comforter which gave way to my weight, puffed up around my sitting form. I went
to move my feet towards the corners of the bed and caught a heel in the
comforter. From the noise it had made I was afraid that I had ripped it, but
close examination revealed that my fears were unjustified. One to each hand I
pulled off my pumps and tossed them towards the closet. I wasn't ripping my
favorite bed spread for anything. Looking down at my stocking clad feet I had
the unreasonable feeling that my outfit was incomplete and I just couldn't shake
it. It was also beginning to ruin the whole event. My eyes looked imploring
towards the closet, at my shoe rack and the cubbies compartments that held
slippers and such... "Yessssss, I said to aloud in a happy voice.
I jumped from the bed and ran to one of the cubbies, pulling out my soft black
leather ballet-like slippers. They had a padded insole and a little bow that
made them ultra feminine. I slid them on and smiled, wiggling my toes in the
soft leather as they melded themselves to my feet. I set myself back down in
the center of the bed feeling perfectly ready to start my little fantasy.
From my sitting position I stretched both legs towards the bottom corners of the
bed. As I worked my ankles towards each of the ankle restraints I began to
realize that I had placed them a little further apart then I had anticipated.
Sliding down toward the foot of the bed I took the first nylon cuff in my hands.
A shiver of anticipation flowed through me. I opened and closed the Velcro
clasp a couple of times to see how it worked. That distinctive scratchy sound
as Velcro clasps were opened and closed began to take on a whole new and erotic
meaning for me. I pulled against the strap and found that it would hold against
all of the strength that I could muster. Satisfied I wrapped the first cuff
around my right ankle closing the Velcro pads solidly against each other. The
black nylon cuff hardly moved as I pulled and twisted my leg against it and its
very secure attendant strap.
The left ankle was more difficult. I had to slide my rear end back towards the
middle of the bed and then spread my legs almost as wide as I could stand in
order to reach it. Next I had to bend over at the middle like a runner doing
stretching exercises to grab the far cuff and place it about my ankle. I sat
there for a moment looking down at the restraints that separated my ankles. I
had made the straps shortest for each of the ankle restraints, thinking that I
wanted to be sure to make the bindings tight. This left less than a foot of
nylon strap tethering each ankle to the bed's respective posts. I could feel
the muscles in my inner thighs protesting the abuse caused by the wide open
letter V that my bound legs formed. I shrugged off the slight discomfort,
writing it off as part of the whole experience.
With my hands supporting me behind my back, I started to play with my new
'toys'. I rotated my feet from right to left, watching the interplay of colors
and feeling the sensual touch of each of the different fabrics. The black nylon
cuffs were wound ever so tightly around my powder blue nylon stockings. Their
was very little give in the cuffs, but each move sent the feeling of the harder
nylon rubbing against softer nylon stocking rocketing up my spine like a mild
electric shock. I shivered and flexed my feet in the cozy interior of the soft
black slippers, revealing in the feel of the warm pliable leather that
surrounded them.
This type of slipper had always been my favorite. From time to time I had found
them in satin, but this latest pair were made of soft kidskin. They best
resembled warm up ballet slippers, minus the strap across the top of the foot.
The throat was a little deeper however showing off the joining of my toes to my
feet through the light blue stockings. A little lace-string bow was formed at
the tip of the throat. The strings used to form this bow actually encircled my
feet, holding them firmly into the slipper without the obtrusiveness of the over
the foot strap. I loved the look of the black leather as it flexed over and
around the contrasting baby blue nylons.
I was too anxious to take any more time appreciating this beginning of what I
now realized was my first bondage experience. Reaching to my left I picked up
the ball gag included in the set. The instructions, showed those unimaginative
pencil-like drawn outlines of how to properly to apply the gag. Holding each of
the gags straps close to the ball, as shown in the instructions, I lifted it up
in front of my lips. Opening my mouth to except the cold rubber, I... chickened
out. Did I really need to gag myself to fulfill my fantasy? That ball seemed
awful big, I thought. I remembered that the only time I had ever opened my
mouth up that widely was at the dentist office and that had undeniably bad
connotations.
The brunette in the magazine didn't seem to have any problem with the gag, I
recalled. Still needing a little moral support, I reached for the catalog that
I had earlier placed conveniently on the bedside table. In my current position
though I could no longer reach it. Bending and twisting my body I finally
managed to snag the magazine and flipped it open to the appropriate page. The
brunette smiled invitingly at me, seeming to say 'the waters fine, come on in
and join me'.
Sighing, I mimicked her movements in the pictorial. Opening my mouth as wide as
I could, I pressed the ball up against my teeth. Just like in the picture the
ball refused to go easily beyond my pearly gate, but I was able to hold the ball
with my teeth freeing up the use of my hands. I applied increasing pressure to
the thick ball, pushing it into my mouth and spreading my jaws ever wider. Pop,
all of a sudden the ball was past my teeth and into the interior of my mouth.
Using my tongue and fingers I maneuvered it into the most comfortable position
possible. Grasping the slack straps, suspended from either side of my mouth, I
tightly buckled them behind my neck. Straightening up, from looking at the
magazine, I realized that the gag wasn't as uncomfortable as I had feared.
In the mirror above the dresser, I could see my reflection. My coffee colored
lips were tautly stretched about the large yellow ball. The black leather
straps pulled the distended corners of my mouth even further. Yes, now I looked
just like the brunette in the magazine.
I tried to talk through the mouth-filling gag and was rewarded, by a garbled and
mainly unintelligible nasal whining sound. Screaming into the gag produced a
small increase in the volume, but I was certain that I would be unable to be
heard at any great distance.
Lucinda's instructions told me to secure one of my wrists at this point and that
is exactly what I did. I had to lie flat on the bed to reach the left wrist
restraint, while twisting my body sideways to be able to use my right hand to
secure the cuff. I pulled at the black nylon and found that it was as well
attached as my ankle bindings. Rolling back, I reached out my right hand to
make sure that I could find the final strap. I looked at it as closely as I
could from my fettered position, memorizing its placing upon the pillow and
where the Velcro pad was located.
Finding the black sleep mask at my side, I used my remaining free hand to slide
blindfold over my head and put it into the proper position before my eyes. I
pulled the elastic strap down behind my head and released it, allowing it to
bury itself in my thick locks. Reaching upwards I felt for the pillow and found
it. My hand slithered upwards until it found what it was looking for.
Stretching I grasped the strap just beyond the cuff and held onto it tightly. I
didn't try to attach the final cuff, as I knew that my imaginary lover would not
be there to rescue me from my self imposed bondage.
I lay back soaking up all of the sensations that were filling me and exciting
thoughts that ran through my mind. My body was tightly stretched across the bed.
Even my well-toned muscles protested this unusual treatment. Realizing that I
had made the binding just a shade to tight made me feel good, rather than bad.
Certainly my imaginary lover would not have let me get away with making my
bindings so loose that they didn't convey at least a tinge of discomfort. This
was called bondage wasn't it? Therefore, I reasoned, I should feel bound.
I pulled tentatively against my bonds feeling their unrelenting pressure. I
could flex my legs at the knees and bend my elbows, but that was about all.
Twisting from side to side was possible, but offered me no way out of my
situation. The total darkness that surrounded me added immeasurably to the
experience. I could no longer see my movements, so now my ears listened
intently for each and every sound that came forth from my struggles. I screamed
into my gag, just because I could and the realization that no one could hear me.
The nasally whine sounded like a far away siren, even to my hyper active
hearing.
I thought of my imaginary lover looking down upon me. His steely gaze would see
the supine from of a lovely young women bound spread upon his bed. Her shapely
form enhanced by the see-through baby blue bustier, the lacy g-string panties
and the smooth nylon hose. Each ankle and wrist tightly graced with restraining
black nylon cuffs. Warm, inviting lips widely encircling the ball gag in her
mouth would remind him of other things that they could be stretched about. The
black satin blindfold which would proclaimed to him, 'I am yours... All of
me... Do with me what you will". And finally the soft and thick white down
comforter that would seem to suck his waiting damsel into to its warm inviting
depths, while providing brilliant contrast to all of the other colors involved.
I was getting so hot immersing myself in the fantasy, but one unpleasant feeling
kept intruding. My right hand that I was using to grasp the strap was bothering
me. Partly because it was cramping a little, but mostly because without the
cuff at least loosely secured, the scene was just not complete.
Working with my fingers, I moved to remedy this situation by spreading cuff open
and wrapping it about my wrist. The key was to make sure that it was secure
enough to hold my wrist, but still be accessible to my fingers to be opened.
Holding the cuff with my fingertips I rolled my wrist against the firm pillow,
stopping as soon as I heard the first touching of the Velcro fastening. I slid
my fingers between the two fasteners and pushed the cuff back open, making sure
that I could get myself out of what I was about to get myself into. Confident
that I could do so, I re-rolled the cuffs fasteners gently together.
Finished with my task and feeling content that I had followed the scene
described by Lucinda to the letter, I lay back and returned to my fantasy.
My imaginary lover moved to sit by my side. Slowly and with deft fingers he
started to slowly massage my slipper covered feet. He did not remove the soft
kidskin, but rather used it to enhance the wonderful feel of his fingers
kneading my soft peds. His hands move up my leg to my right ankle caressing and
rubbing the taut muscles in my calf. Firm fingers pushed into the soft skin and
stretched muscles about my knee. His strong hands moved slowly and inexorably
upwards. Together he uses both hands to knead my inner thighs, working out the
kinks in these most highly abused muscles. His fingers continue to work upon my
sensitive inner thighs even after his massage had finished. His touch lightly
caresses the satiny smooth nylons around the insides of my knees and moves
upward, till they almost touched the lacy strip of cloth that covers my
quivering sex. I groan loudly through the gag, trying to impart to him that I
need him... NOW! But he ignores my plea; removing his hands completely form my
thighs. Oh, please God, let him be opening his fly! I listen intently, but
heard nothing. Soon his hands return, sliding up my firm belly until they have
cupped both breasts. He expertly kneads my firm mounds sending shivers of
excitement coursing through my fettered form. Helpless, I twist and moan
constantly under the spell of his ohh so sensual ministrations.
My hips are beginning to gyrate wildly upon their own accord. I am hotter than
I ever imagined that I could be, I need to fulfill my sexual needs and I need it
now! I slide my fingers beneath the right cuff and push upwards and was
rewarded by the sound of opening Velcro. Pulling against the binding cuff, I
expected it to part, but it didn't. I pulled harder and still the cuff held.
Scared, but working to remain calm, I tried again to slide my fingers between
the fasteners. Again the sound of opening Velcro, but still the cuff refused to
release me. In all of my rolling and gyrating I must have attached more of the
Velcro than when I had started out.
Now I began to really get frightened. What was I going to do? I was thankful
to know that I would not be stuck here forever, because I knew that the cleaning
lady would be in on Friday and would surely find and release me. But that was a
full day away and I was totally sure that I didn't want to be found bound to the
bed like this, by my cleaning lady. Frantic I really began to struggle against
my nylon bindings. I used all of my muscle power straining against each of the
tight cuffs one at a time. Finally I just began to thrash upon the bed hoping
that one of the fasteners would work itself loose.
Totally spent I gave up on my useless struggles and layback to except my fate.
I laughed to myself as I realized that I was now getting the full experience of
actually being bound and not being in control of the situation. Rather than
feel sorry for myself, I decided to escape back into my fantasy.
My lover had left me this way purposefully. He wanted me hot, raving hot, but
unfulfilled... until such time as he desired. He kissed me about my aching jaw
caressing the sore muscles, so softly and gently that I actually became glad
that the gag was there. His hands moved to my breasts as his kisses continued
to rain on my cheeks and neck. My breast surged against the lacy fabric rubbing
gently against my nipples and causing them to snap to attention. Pushing the
offending material out of the way, his thumbs and forefingers closed about the
firm bullets, which topped my tits. He began to twirl them between his fingers,
making the sensitive tip longer and harder. Giving them a little pinch an
electric shock flowed directly from tips of my nipples to the fire burning
between my legs.
Turning my wrist desperately in the right wrist cuff, I pushed my fingers as far
forward under the nylon material as I could and then lifted upwards. The Velcro
opening sound followed and with only a slight tug my arm escaped from its
imprisonment as my hand slid through the half open cuff.
Not bothering to remove any of my other fetters, I sent my fingers down to my
aching cunny. Cumming was all that I could think about. Pushing the annoying
little lace triangle out of the way I tried to stimulate myself the way my
imaginary lovers organ would have. Two and three fingers dived into my lower
mouth at a time. In and out I pushed my hand until my muscles started to ache,
but for all my efforts, I couldn't get that satisfying depth of penetration so I
changed tactics. Moving my hand to the top of my vagina I slid my fingers
between my soft wet fore skin and began rubbing my G-spot. Faster and faster I
rubbed and flicked that tender mound of flesh. I felt the seductive pull of my
remaining bonds as my legs and arms pulled desperately against them. My hips
were gyrating wildly to the beat of the rumbling orgasm that was building up
within me. A fiery path swept itself through my body as I began to orgasm.
"Aaaaaaagggggghhhhhh", I moaned in ecstasy through the mouth-filling gag. Yes,
yes, yes, YES, I thought to myself as my fingers continued their dance and my
second orgasm burst upon me. More, more I whispered to myself. I was biting
down so hard on the rubber ball in my mouth that I was sure that I would either
bite right through it or break my teeth before this was over. Oh, God, yes...
again I came in a thundering climax.
I slowed down the pace of my swirling fingers, thoroughly enjoying the post
orgasmic warmth. Unlike last night, this time I knew what I was getting into.
There was no self-recriminations only the pleasant thought filling my head, that
my wildest fantasy had turned out to be every bit as good as I thought it would
be. I lay there totally spent, resting contentedly. To tired to even remove my
bindings.
