Saturday, November 24, 2012

The Story SeXStoRY

She strained against the table. She strained against the ropes. Most of all she strained against the orgasm that had built inside her for the past week. His fingers moved lightly over her sex, spreading her lips and brushing her clit with his fingertips, pressing a finger almost inside her. Even that nearly brought her to orgasm. Somehow he seemed to sense that and pushed no further. Instead he leaned forward, to her ear and whispered softly, "I doubt you've ever felt so close." The mid day summer sun shown on her bare ass though the window of his house where she was bound. Her summer dress was mostly gathered around her upper body. The coffee table was large and heavy. She doubted if she could have lifted it on her own, even if her ankles and wrists hadn't been tied together to opposite legs. The tie f***ed her head down against the table and her ass up in there air, which he had been taking advantage of for the last 15 minutes. She vaguely remembered walking around the back of the house at the start of her lunch dripping from arousal. The directions these past 5 days were for her to get close to cumming by her front door the moment before she walked out in the morning by only very lightly brushing her clit under her dress. She recalled worrying about staining her fabric car seat, and then while at work that her cube made would be able to smell her dampness. She had her 500 Kegel exercises done before lunch as required, and even though she hadn't touched at all since she walked out her door at home, the feeling that she was going to cum from just the tight vaginal squeezes was overwhelming. And now here she was pushing back against the orgasm she hoped was coming. Feeling the electricity from his touch pulse though her whole body was like a wave shaking her being. She felt his hand reach down beneath the white cotton fabric of her dress and cup her breast, expertly finding and pinching her nipple, pushing the dress further down her body towards her head. She felt his other hand slide over her ass again, the fingertips drawing back the edge of her pussy lips exposing her clit as his finger tips again found her swollen button. This time it was as if his touch swallowed the world and all that was left was her desire to cum, and some distant memory that she couldn't or shouldn't; that she needed to wait. "Please...oh, God please...." the words f***ed their way from her lips pushing their way in-front of her muddled thoughts. Why had she let him do this to her? She could have just fallen to her knees and and tried to take him into her mouth when she first arrived. Men couldn't resist that right? But she knew somewhere inside that wasn't right. It didn't make sense but the seduction that had come so easily to her with men her whole life was fruitless on him. He just used it and twisted it against... She gasped as his thumb pushed and slid into her pussy. "Relax," came his voice next to her, while his fingers still working her nipple kept her from doing anything but. She breathed deeply like he had taught her and tried to exert her will, if for even a second, over the sensations and thoughts that were storming in her mind. His fingers let up on her nipple and he paused. In a brief moment of clarity she heard her own breathing, and a pounding heart beat she knew must be hers. For one moment she did as he told her and relaxed her muscles. She could almost feel the warmth from his smile. "Good....very good." The first e-mails they had exchanged had been over a craigslist posting. Being goal and career oriented, a "causal encounter" seemed a good choice. Most of the men she had met outside of work were either so enamored with their own mediocre successes that they were completely uninteresting to her, or involved close enough to her business that to date them might be construed as "fucking her way to the top." She had confidence in her powers of seduction, and didn't mind using them to get where she wanted to go, so long as actually screwing them wasn't part of the deal. Sex was power, and she wasn't about to hand that power over to people she needed to work with. That didn't satisfy her needs. A few times she had popped into the "causal encounters" section and amused her self by reading the mostly awkward and occasionally bizarrely well written ads. "Why the hell not?" she had said to herself as she sat down to write her own. If she was on Craigslist looking, then maybe there would be someone else worth more than one conversation who would respond. She wanted to get laid, but would rather spend an evening wearing down batteries then fucking someone below her standards. The add was short, clear, and baited just a bit so she could filter out the overly sexual weirdos. Not expectant, she flipped though the 100+ plus replies, easily classifying most as "trash" and putting them in the matching folder. She responded to a few that seemed possible. Her replies were short enough, careful enough, and left the door open just a tiny bit. Her body trembled as she felt him begin to draw his finger out of her again. It was panic she felt as her pussy contracted tightly around his thumb. Her body wanted to hold onto the penetration and so grasped onto him the only way she could. He stopped moving and repeated in that certain voice of his: "Relax." Again her mind swam and spun as she squeezed her eyes tightly shut. Her breath came in short pants, and she was sure moans had escaped her lips so loud they would have embarrassed her to listen to. Her pussy squeezed and pulsed around his thumb mimicking the maddening exercises he made her practice. Made her? What power did he really have over her? His reply had been different than the others. A simple question asking how well Craigslist had worked for someone with high standards. It included a picture and the closing line "Was curious. Included a picture in hopes of enticing you to talk more. That's how this works isn't it?" The simple directness had separated itself out from the rest. Not only did he avoid taking the obvious bait, he decided to respond on his terms. That hadn't occurred to her until later, as she was re-reading the stream of emails trying to reconstruct how they had gotten to their first encounter. He was obviously attractive, but not so much that it would have intimidated her. She had learned in the first few exchanges that he was married too, and so clearly not a real option to fill what she was looking for. She told him as much. It was messiness her life didn't need. He seemed to respond and to and believe her, his e-mails offering no explanation nor apology. Only expressing his desire to keep things between them secrete, and even going so far as to say that he had no real desire to cheat. She had sent the picture in the first few emails before she learned he was married, but only disclosed a basic detail or two about her job since; nothing that could identify her really. And honestly, It was fun to flirt with this married older man. She enjoyed seducing, and here was someone who had presented himself to the task willingly that she knew could never have her. He waited noiselessly behind her, as his thumb waited patiently inside her. She grasped at control for a few more moments, continuing to pant and squeeze and moan. "Let go." came his voice again. The words bounded though her head ringing like a struck bell. She took a deep breath and a sudden calm exploded over her. The desperation was still there but detached from her some how. Her body relaxed. She let go his thumb, let go control, let go her self into his direction. It was incomprehensible that two words could mean so much. Again he drew his thumb slowly from her pussy. This time she didn't squeeze. She took slow and deliberate breaths; her eyes wide open, her face down and turned, pressed to the hard flat surface of the coffee table. She could feel the drool painted across her cheek, mixed with her makeup, so carefully applied earlier. She could feel the orgasm that was living and waiting in every fiber of her being. It swam though her in a current of pleasure, the roar blotting out every chatty voice in her head. Everything she desired or feared was scoured down to nothingness by the ecstasy which poured from her sex. She sat in front of her g-mail account more than a bit surprised. He called her by name in context while disclosing his. She felt...what did she feel? Slightly Caught? Exposed? The flirting had been without fear partly because she was hidden. Hidden, and he was married. He was married, and didn't for sure know who she was. He had incorrectly "guessed" that he saw her a couple of times. Additionally her company had decided to promote her to a city several hours away. It was a bigger market and a good career move that she had welcomed. The new city would be more to her liking. Suddenly however, the barriers between them had cracked. The messy excuse was less of a problem since she was leaving the area. She had flirted enough that she didn't want her little seduction to end just yet. It would feel too much like he had won. She flirted, he responded coolly and appropriately giving her no reason to back away. He had found her based on a mistake she had made. If she cut communication now she would lose their chess match. She hated loosing. They exchanged Skype id's. When he messaged her, she got an even clearer picture of the man she was dealing with. It drew her in. She went out of town that weekend to a friends wedding and sent him pictures of the dildo they bought the bride and described her own sex toys. If he wasn't going to back away from this neither was she. He wasn't a dummy, was successful, funny, and slightly unobtainable, a perfect test. On Monday she had her assistant call and set an appointment with his company. A "get to know more about your business" meeting for next week. Who would back away first? He accepted and laughed when he made her assistant stammer on the phone. His finger had left her. The composure she briefly gained deserted her and she dissolved back into moans as she writhed and pushed her ass and soaking pussy in his general direction. She was so far past false modesty, it didn't even occur to her. She knew he was still behind her, standing there and watching. "Please let me cum!" she begged, the words falling from her lips in a rush. "Please, please...." His self assured voice cut her off, "That's not what you want." "Yes, I need to cum..." and she could think of nothing else but that crushing need that was ache and hunger strangling her thoughts. What did he mean that's not what she wanted? She had to figure it out. Why had she done this to herself? "You could have cum whenever you wanted all this week," his voice taking that tone which made his words have their own weight and truth. "What do you want?" The last week before the meeting had been a-drift with sexual energy. She had know they'd meet for the first time and so she spent the week buzzing both emotionally and actually. They had, in a lapse of bad judgment both discussed their tendencies to bdsm in txt on Skpye. She confessed to being a bit submissive when pressed. He disclosed "I'm more than a little dominate." It didn't take much effort to get him to talk about his past. He talked about something called "Orgasm Conditioning" as if it was a topic for college lecture. TMI. For the first time, she was slightly uncomfortable with where this was going. She explained clearly that sort of thing was not for a "casual encounter." He had responded that there was "nothing casual about it for certain" and they left it at that. "Did I just tell him the type of sex I'd be willing to have?" "No," she caught those sorts of things. Other people didn't seem to. Out of the blue he told her he was writing an erotic story. The 4 paragraphs he shared was not the half developed poorly written piece she had expected. She read the 4, and the "wow" she typed on the screen reflected her feelings about the piece and her arousal. "It seems like the story is tailored to me." He claimed "no." It was just a character he hoped people would universally identify with. She didn't really believe him, but gave feedback. The woman in the story was having her seduction powers used against her and she liked that concept. "I may have to tailor the story to you then," was his reply. "Are you left handed?" She paused, and typed "I am, why do you ask?" "You made a typing error you'd only make if you were overreaching with your left hand...leaning on your strengths." Did he really catch that...? "I know what you want, but you need to say it," that sure tone pressing on her as his fingertips drifted across the folds of her pussy. She could feel her wetness running down her stomach. She dripped onto the table. Twisting, panting she pushed against his fingers to gain more purchase. His soft strokes gave only enough sensation to cloud her mind. She grappled for any answer that would let her cum. She tried to slow her breathing again "If I could cum, I could think" were the words she intended to form. "Fuck fuck fuck..." and a squeal was all that came from her mouth. He pressed his thumb directly over her clit and held it there. The squeal became a begging moan as an idea came to her lips, "I want you to fuck me." She tried to make her voice drip sex. "Take your cock and fuck me." He wiggled his thumb slightly pressing her hood back out of the way. Her sultry words became a pitched whine as her bound hands instinctively reached to touch herself. The roar was back in her ears and it was drowning her. She gasped at air even as she moaned. She sat in his office wearing a print dress. Being, out of town over the weekend meant that she wasn't in contact with him much. She was going with a friend to a music festival. Before she left, she told him she would have pictures and stories from her weekend for him Monday. "I expect a chapter by the time I see you on Monday." He had thanked her for inspiration and said he was intensely writing. Her inspiration, her story she figured. "Don't expect a chapter" was his reply. "I might give you a partial script with sections removed, but I am writing on the topic you requested." People who fancied themselves artists were always the same. So concerned about letting people see their work before it was "finished." He had sent over the excerpts 45 minutes before their meeting. "Perfect timing," she smiled to her self. Plenty of time to read, and not enough time to forget. The excerpts he sent where very hot but most of the plot, the part he said he was writing for her, was missing. Their banter had been playful. She had made sure to cross her legs in such a way that her dress came up just high enough, and not too high. He had kept things far more professional than she had anticipated.She was the one who had brought up their sexual conversations. He didn't seem embarrassed by it but didn't really pursue it much either. She was getting ready to go before she asked for the rest of the story. He had made a comment earlier that she "seemed the type of girl to carefully pick out her underwear." She had dismissed it saying all her underwear was cute, so it was easy. She didn't have to think. But this morning she did think about them. And now sitting in his office she was thinking about them again. "If you leave your panties, I'll send you more of the story" came his relaxed and non committal reply to her request. "If I leave my panties, I want all of the story." What was she saying? Negotiating in a business office of a practical stranger she had just met, who was married, for her panties? "No, I'm afraid I can't give you that yet," he looked amused. "You can take them off here, or you can go down to the basement of the building and leave them on a door knob to the left around behind the elevators." he sounded immovable. "But I won't send you the next piece without them." "No." She didn't want to give him her panties. She liked these. And besides, the story from before and the tension now had left her a little wet, and she did NOT want him to know that. "Why do you want them?" She shot back. "If I tell you, will you go through with it?" his questioning eyes twinkled. "How do you know I won't just walk out the front door and not leave them?" as soon as the words left her lips she knew she had made her decision. He smiled, "If you do I won't send you the story, and that's the part you want." She rode the elevator down. The basement was right out of a movie about a 60's haunted insane asylum. Metal doors, and dimly lit bare bulbs were the only decorations. She went around the corner to the left. She had to turn on a light, and it took all her nerve to walk down the door lined creepy hall, bend down, slip her panties off over her heels and hang them on a door knob. "This better be a hell of a story," she thought as she returned to the elevator. As she waited for the doors to open and bring her back upstairs, his answer echoed in her ears. "I don't want the panties, I want to take them from you." He leaned forward so she could see him if she looked back, twisting his thumb as it pressed down on her clit. She shuddered and gasped in short little pants and craned back to look at him. She could see out of the corner of her eye him shaking his head at her. "Fuck me?" "That won't work on me." "I'm not going to let you out of this until you tell me what you want." His thumb slipped painfully slowly up from her clit, up across the opening of her pussy, and continued on until he pressed in smooth small circles teasing her ass. "Ahhhh...please please please" she gasped. Forcing words to form failed and instead they stumbled from her lips, "I don't know." He pressed his thumb, rocking it, and began to work it into her ass. He twisted and pushed. Every little movement sent another wave exploding like a storm though her. "You do know," he asserted as he pressed his thumb deeper into her bodies spasms. The next section of the story he sent per their deal wasn't just modeled after her, it was her. It was a piece of their interaction early on. So THAT was what he was doing. That's why he couldn't send the story, he was writing it as they went along. He was writing it about them. Bit bold of him to assume that she'd let him tie her up in the end. She had already explained to him that wouldn't happen. She didn't know if being teased that hard would be something she'd like, but the paragraphs she had read which detailed those parts made her positively soaking. She came that night not thinking of the story nor the submission of her character. She instead directed her imagination to seducing him then riding his cock madly on his desk at work. She texted him after, "are you going to ask me not to cum for a week?" She got no reply. Maybe he was having second thoughts about this whole thing? It was what she expected would happen at some point. Her panties arrived back at her house the next day in an envelope. She was glad to have them back regardless, but felt slightly disappointed at the same time. At first she assumed it was closure, until she got the text later, "Mine, but you can lease them." She resisted for a while then texted "Lease them?" "Yes, next time if you want to wear them, all you have to do is not cum that day." "24 hours." She laughed and shook her head, but texted back "24 hours from when I put them on?" That would be easy, and a fun little challenge too that she'd accept. Now that they had met, she could make more sense of him. She wasn't sure what she expected, or why meeting him changed her perception but it did. He was daring, that was for sure, and she was not about to be one upped by that. She washed her panties that night and put them on the next day, and txted him right away "on." "Lovely" came his reply, and shortly after more of the story showed up in her in box. This time the story didn't match exactly what had happened. It was close but some of the timing was off and the conversation wasn't identical. The end result was the same, she was turned on. Now she was wearing the panties, had agreed not to cum, and still had the whole day ahead of her. His hand tangled in her hair as he pushed his thumb deeper into her ass, twisting more. She bucked against him. The feeling like she was just about to cum had never left her. His thumb buried inside her intensified that again and she squeezed on it. The hand in her hair made it harder to move and even the tugging she felt on her scalp felt unbearably pleasurable. "What do you want?" He said again, leaning in even closer to her ear this time. "To suck your cock..." she tried again with her little seduction. He immediately pulled his thumb from her ass and before she knew what was happening gave 5 firm swats letting his finger tips fall right on her swollen clit. Each produced a different type of little noise from her. He stopped just in time. She realized with wide eyes this would make her cum too. It was a longer Friday than she had expected wearing the leased panties. Much longer than she thought it would be. He playfully checked in with her though the work day and then again at night. She went out with friends. She didn't lie to him, but didnt' tell him how turned on she'd become nor how much she was thinking about the next morning when her 24 hours were up. He played with her nonchalance, "Since its so easy then you could do Kegel exercises no problem?" She did them. 50 of them as he had described. It wasn't like when she had done them before. This made things much worse. She wasn't sure if it was doing them in public, the fabric of the panties she knew were his against her, or just the general excitement of the situation. By the time she went home his panties were soaked. sl**ping was hard. He was online late and had messaged a bit, but she was afraid to talk to him too much, since she knew he'd try and make things worse. She had started masturbating several times with the intent of just cumming and not telling him, but then changed her mind before she'd gone too far. She wasn't going to give in before the 24 hours. She got more of the story that night in mail. Less sex this time and more pieces from early on when they had just met, and some from her office visit. Again, it wasn't exactly as the visit had happened, but the result was the same with her leaving the panties on a doorknob. Fiction was always different then real life. She was sure the story had the desired effect though. It was hard not to be turned on thinking of that meeting and how she got into this situation. The next morning her orgasm was so intense that she didn't stop at one, or even two. He asked her how it was, and she told him. "You followed though, I'm impressed." came his condescending reply. She thought about it later and realized that she didn't fantasize about anything while cumming. She tried the same "not fantasizing" thing on Sunday, and it did not have the result she had hoped. Quite the opposite. The orgasm was wholly unsatisfying. She tried again later that day again and this time conjured images that she thought would work, but found the orgasm lacking there too. Some how he got her to tell her that too. She realized she liked checking in her Orgasms with him. 3 days had gone by and she hadn't cum once without telling him. Monday came and dressing for work, she couldn't help herself. She put the leased panties back on again. This time she sent him an unsolicited picture of her in the panties lifting up her dress right before she left the house. He responded shortly after. "You didn't ask what the price was this time first." "Its going to be higher." "Fuck, two days?" was the thought in her head. She texted him "I'm not waiting two days." "You were the one who put them on before you knew the price." was his reply. Great. He was going to try and make her go for a week. That was over reaching. "I'm wasn't going to have you wait for two days." "I was going to ask for something different." She could almost hear his smile though the text message. "What?" "Two days, you can cum as much as you like and how you like, but you can't touch your clit once your cuming." came his reply. She'd never done that before to herself really. Her limited bondage experience didn't really go into that at all. It was not at all like she expected. The orgasms were intense. As hard as any she had before by herself, and it wasn't a surprise to her that one wasn't enough. After the second and third, she started to realize what she had gotten herself into. "Fuck you." came her text. "I'm glad your enjoying yourself" came his. 12 hours had gone by and he reminded her "only 36 hours left." She tried not cumming, she tried her vibrator, she tried going again as soon as the orgasm had stopped. She didn't volunteer the information on her own but eventually he asked and she told him. "Want out early?" came his text. "I'd be willing to trade you for something far easier." "What?" came her reply. "Next 7 days you can't wear panties at all unless they are the leased panties." "If you wear them then each day wearing them means 2 days without cumming that I can cash in whenever I want." "Agreed." she said. She didn't make a practice of going without panties, but it wasn't an issue either. She had the phone set down and her vibrator on her clit before she even saw if he responded. She came HARD this time and several times after. Panting after she smiled to herself. This was fun! Then a gentle dread started to settle into her. "No...oh fuck no." She did some quick mental math and checked a calendar. She was going to start her period in three days... --- It turned out that there wasn't a coffee table in the real story. In the real story it was her kitchen table and she was bound differently. She didn't walk dripping to see him, he came to her. She had accrued 10 days, 5 working days right in the middle of the week where she had no choice but to lease the panties. He had traded her one day for the 500 kegals, and another two days for teasing herself before she left the house. In the end she only made it 4 days before he told her that he would make her cum if she wanted, but it had to be his hands that did it while she was tied. She accepted. I sent her the entirety of the story before that kitchen table date we had arranged. I had finished the whole thing before our first meeting. in the office. Really, I was shocked at how close I got it. I think it gave her time to think of her answer before. Once on the table, she had her answer all planned this time. She still tried to hold out as long as she could which was fun for both of us. I had two fingers twisting inside her and one in her ass before she finally gave in and told me what I wanted to hear. "What do you want" came my voice asking her for probably the 15th time as I teased her. "To LOSE!" "CUM." She came so hard I was afraid she would hurt her self straining against the ropes. I didn't let up with my fingers till she had cum 3 more times. She screamed so loud that the neighbors actually did come and knock on the door to see if she was okay. Luckily I had mostly untied her at that point. I have to admit, I'm very curious to see where things go from here.

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