When I returned to my apartment that evening, my body was singing with unspent energy. James’ effect on me was so bad, I wanted to hump my coffee table, and that was saying something. Practically running to the kettle, I shoved it under the tap and smacked the switch down. Camomile tea. It was supposed to be calming and soothing, and it was the closest I’d get to what I really wanted, which was copious amounts of alcohol. Unfortunately, years of training had taught me that in high stress situations, you needed to have all your wits about you, and alcohol, or indeed its aftereffects, weren’t going to help me get through my little situation tomorrow.No, but several orgasms might. I literally watched the kettle boil while I jumped frantically up and down. My clit was throbbing in earnest, and all I wanted to do was give it some much-needed attention, but I had to get my cup of post-climatic tea first. There was no way I was getting out of my bed once I’d settled down under my duvet,
Approaching the glass frontage of Elite Encounters, my mask was once again firmly in place. It had only been a short hop on the tube, and I spent my time surfing the net. The first thing I researched was Richard Mullane. I’d meant to last night, but I’d been so horny that had flown right out of the window. If James was going to ask me any more questions about him, I wanted to be prepared.Searching through Google images, I finally found a picture of the man. I winced and then groaned out loud, making the old lady next to me shuffle up a couple of inches. It was a plus - she smelled of stale cigarettes and mothballs. What wasn’t so good was the fact that Richard Mullane was about thirty years old and had platinum blond hair. Clearly they started young in advertising. Fuck. Fuck. Fuckity fuck. So, James Leverett knew I had been lying all along. How did I miss that? He’d given absolutely nothing away, and that tended to indicate the man was as skilled at subterfuge as I was, which mea
The chair and coat hooks that Annalise mentioned are indeed to the left of me, and I swing my satchel off my shoulders and open it up. It’s time to fill it with my clothes. The black sweater comes off first, and my lace bra swiftly follows it. I sit on the red plastic chair, which looks rather out of place considering all the leather everywhere and remove my flat ballet pumps. Wriggling out of my jeans, I fold all of my clothes loosely and stuff them in my bag. Take off your panties. Oh God, deep breath, you can do this. Standing up, I hook two thumbs under either side of the black panties and drag them over my butt and down my legs. I practically throw them in my bag in my hurry to buckle it up. Perhaps I won’t feel quite as naked when I’m sitting down.I opt for the middle of the room and sink to the floor. I remember Annalise’s words – you need to be kneeling on the floor with your arms folded behind your back. I follow her instructions to the best of my ability. It is not a p
His mouth hardened into a tight line at my insolence. Grabbing a fistful of my hair, he placed his hand in the small of my back and marched me over to a padded leather bench. “Drape yourself over that. Legs stay on the floor, shoulder width apart, and your arms should be stretched out in front of you.” It was clear Mr. Nice Guy had left the building, though I wasn’t sure he had ever entered. James Leverett didn’t look like the type to play fair. He looked more like my type, but that didn’t mean I wanted to date him. He had a ruthless air about him, and he struck me as one of those guys that wanted not only to win, but needed to. I suspected he pushed the envelope in every direction and took no prisoners. He was exactly what I needed right now.Obeying his orders, I pressed my naked body into the firm, cool leather and stretched out. I felt less naked like this, although the thought was absurd. When a band of leather circled my left ankle, I jumped. He didn’t make a sound behind m
No more words were forthcoming from James. Before I’d had a chance to compose myself, I felt the sting of his palm in the sweet spot of my butt. I’m not going to lie - the contact stung, but it was bearable. He alternated each ass cheek from right to left with impressive speed for a few seconds, probably warming me up as he so elegantly put it, and then he slowed down, which thankfully stopped my teeth rattling in my head and allowed me to process each smack.Soon, I began to tingle all over, and somehow the spanking that James was administering was connecting the dots all over my body with an intensity that was frightening. My skin started to flush, and the heat began to build. James’s palm was firm and unyielding, and it unerringly hit the same spot. It wasn’t long before each smack began to burn.It was an insidious heat. It began with a few flickering flames, moved on to a well-tended blaze, and before I knew it, my backside had turned into the mouth of a live volcano. My whole
Five minutes! It had seemed like much, much longer than that. I instantly began to have doubts as to whether I’d last the whole session, and it had barely begun. This was so unlike me that I had to do a double take for a second.“Nice choice, by the way. With the flogger, I can warm up your back, the sides of your breasts, the tops of your thighs, and your ass. You’re going to be tingling all over by the time I’m finished, but first, I’m going to have a little fun with you.”“You mean you’re not already?” I said dryly, rattling the cuffs around my wrists and ankles.“Not nearly enough, Lois.”There was a chuckle, and I figured that was not a good sound. I heard him walking around behind me, and before I knew what was happening, something impossibly large was being pressed into my pussy.“What the hell?” I squawked, and my backside bounced up and down in the air as if there was a possibility of avoiding the intruder.“Stay still, Lois. It’s just a dildo. I’m going to fill you up and wa
The flogger cascaded down upon my back in earnest, as if making sure I wouldn’t commit the grave error of talking back to its owner. There was little chance of that. After the first couple of stinging blasts, my whole body went into hypersensitive mode, and the only thing I could do was pant and grit my teeth. Thud, thud, thud. He carefully aimed the swats to cover every inch of me, and the man was making sure I felt them. After a few minutes, I sank into the bench and forced myself to relax, inhaling the scent of warm leather and sweat. There was reason to be thankful that my stamina level was impressive, because I was starting to wonder how long James could wield that thing for. Thud, thud, thud. The fire inside my body began to build once more, and as soon as he concentrated his attention on my already reddened ass, I nearly blasted off into orbit. The flogger was not in the least bit fussy about what it hit. Its tails pressed each of my plugs into me and licked around my spre
The question caught me off guard, which it was supposed to do, because he was then manhandling my right leg into a stirrup and fastening black Velcro tape around it. “Yes.” My ass stung, particularly now that it was pressed against the firm surface of the mattress, but it was by no means an unpleasant pain - more a tingling reminder of our previous session. My left leg was then placed in the corresponding stirrup, before my arms were chained upright to a ring above my head. My breath caught.“Good. Are you nervous?”I rolled my eyes. I couldn’t help it. “You’ve got me naked, restrained, and you’re about to spread my legs wide apart. No, I’m just fine and dandy. What are you planning on doing to me?” I bit my lip, and I mean I really bit my lip. This was way out of my comfort zone, but I was well aware that a lot of things would be in the upcoming weeks, which might make this seem tame by comparison, so I needed to find a way through my anxiety. James took care of that problem for