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Office Bound
by Anonymous (no address provided)

***

A man meets a like-minded woman associate at work who 
enjoys bondage. They build a relationship that turns 
into an affair. (MF, cheat, bd)

***

This letter may sound like I'm bragging, or something 
on that level, but I feel like I have to tell someone 
about my situation. It's been going on for over two 
years now. I've never told anyone this story before, 
and I doubt if I'll ever tell it again.

First off, all names and references to names have been 
changed. The names I'll be using are not their real 
ones and any dates mentioned are mostly factious. If 
word of this ever leaked out, it could hurt or destroy 
a lot of people.

I'll start by giving you some background. I'm a man of 
thirty-five. I'm about six feet tall, and weigh 175 
pounds. I exercise every morning, and try to eat 
healthy. People have told me I'm a good looking guy.

I work for a large marketing firm, in the area of 
project development and presentations. For the past 
eight years, I've worked with clients, collect data, 
prepare a presentation, then present the package. I 
enjoy the work, and like the travel involved. I seem 
to travel at least once a month to various parts of 
North America.

My first five years in this position, I work very 
closely with a man named Steve. He taught me much of 
the business, and showed me how to improve my work. 
All in all, we worked well together, and made a lot of 
money for the company.

Then, about three years ago, Steve got a better offer 
from another firm on the west coast, and left the 
company. I felt happy for him, because I knew this is 
what he wanted. But I also felt sad, because we were 
more than co-workers, we were friends.

But before he left, Steve was asked who would be a 
suitable candidate to fill his position. He 
recommended me, and the boss approved the idea. Here 
was my big break, and I was about to take advantage of 
it. When Steve left, I was promoted into his position, 
and assigned the duty of finding a replacement for my 
old position. I've continued to make money for the 
company, and have had nothing but rave reviews every 
year.

The hardest part of my new found duties was to hire a 
qualified person. I contacted a local head-hunter, and 
was inundated with resumes. I narrowed down the field 
to three people, and call all of them in for an 
interview.

The first two were not what I was looking for. One was 
just married, and didn't like the idea of traveling 
and working late much. The second didn't seem to have 
the personality for the job. But then the third one 
came in.

Her name was Julie. She was a blond, about five feet, 
three inches tall. She was twenty-nine years old, but 
had the figure of a nineteen year old. Her face was 
very pretty, and her walk graceful. She wore a tan 
business suit, cut just above the knee, with matching 
blouse and high heels. She was polite, spoke very 
professionally, and seemed to be a little shy or 
reserved. I must admit, over all, I was very 
impressed.

I offered the job to her about a week later, and she 
accepted. By the end of the month, she had completed 
her two weeks at her other job, and had started in her 
new position as my assistant.

She proved to be a great asset to us. I had to train 
her to a new line of thinking, but she learned 
quickly, and did her job very well. She reminded me of 
myself when I first started at the company. A lot of 
raw potential and talent, but need to be brought out 
and refined.

I must admit, I've admired her from the minute I saw 
her. Though no one part of her was overwhelming, it 
was a very nice package. Her blond hair was curly, and 
in the current style. Her figure was nice, with a nice 
round buttocks, and great legs. Her breasts were 
average, and she had the kind of waist you wanted to 
wrap your arms around. She sometimes wares skirts that 
came above the knee, and always wares sky-high heel 
shoes.

As I have already stated, Julie was a little shy. She 
didn't talk to many of the men around the office at 
first. But as time went on, she seemed to relax, and 
started to make friends. One of the office lechers 
tried to make a move on her. But she defended herself 
well, and interestingly told him to get lost. I 
laughed to myself over it. But it also told me that 
she was devoted to her husband.

I remember the first night we worked late. When I told 
her we needed to finish a proposal by tomorrow, she 
called her husband, and said she was going to work 
late. We were working in my office when five o'clock 
passed. She got a little nervous at six-thirty, when 
the cleaning people left. I think she was worried 
about being alone with me. But I spent a few minutes 
asking her about her husband, and she seemed to relax. 
We finished the job around eight, and went home.

Her first trip was real an experience for her. She 
didn't know what to bring, what to wear to the 
airport, or what files to bring. I helped her along, 
giving her the benefit of my travel experience.

I had her bring one business suit, comfortable clothes 
for the flight, a couple outfits for seeing the town 
and having dinners, and her swimsuit for the indoor 
pool and sauna. But, as it where, when I picked her up 
on the way to the airport, her suitcase must of 
contained bricks. She brought enough on a three day 
trip to last her two weeks.

Since it was her first trip, I persuaded our boss to 
let us stay an extra day for sightseeing. She was so 
excited when we boarded the plane, and made the run 
down the runway. Our plan was to arrive in the early 
afternoon, rent a car, check into the hotel, then find 
where the office was. She seemed to give a sigh of 
relief when we were given keys to separate rooms. On 
later trips, when we knew each other better, we might 
share a room to cut costs. But for now, this seemed 
like the best course to take.

After we found the office, I suggested we find a place 
to eat. We found a little steak house near the hotel, 
and dinned there. She was really excited to be part of 
all this. For me, it was old hash, but with a new 
twist.

I must admit, I had hopes of a knock on my door later, 
hoping to see her standing there, telling me how much 
she wanted me. But I wasn't going to start anything on 
her. I didn't make a move on her for three reasons. 
One, she was married. Two, I'm married. And three, if 
we did have an affair, it could make things very 
sticky around the office, especially if we broke it 
off.

After dinner, we went back to the hotel. I suggested 
we change and take advantage of the pool. She thought 
it was a great idea, and went to change. I met her in 
the hall a few minutes later. Her legs were bare, and 
she wore a large t-shirt over her suit.

We got to the pool, and I dove in. She hesitated for a 
moment before removing her shirt. She wore a light 
blue, one piece suit, with low cut back and front, and 
high cut legs. What a body that was hidden under those 
business suits. I couldn't help but stared at her. 
Luckily, my hard on was under the water line, and she 
didn't catch my gaze before she dove in.

The other people in the area left, so I went over to 
the whirlpool. Julie came along. We chatted, and 
talked of the poor souls slaving at the office. I 
could tell she was again nervous, wondering if I would 
make a move on her. I never did. We left the pool 
area, dried off, had a couple drinks in the lounge, 
and went to our separate rooms. I didn't hear a knock 
that night.

The presentation went very well. Julie's part was to 
cover some background info, and watch me make the 
pitch. They loved us, and we got the sale. After the 
demo, Jim, the marketing manager, asked us if we would 
want to go out on the town that night with him and his 
wife. We accepted and met them in the hotel lobby.

Julie wore a jean skirt that just came above the knee, 
a bulky pink sweater, and matching heels. I couldn't 
help myself to staring at those legs throughout the 
night.

Jim and Wendy, his wife, took us to a couple of 
places, giving us the tour of the town. Both of them 
were a lot of fun, and Julie and Wendy danced a couple 
of times. Jim and I talked a little business, but he 
couldn't help but ask if I had made a score on my 
partner. I told him that much to my regret, I hadn't 
tried for various reasons. But all in all, we had a 
great time, and didn't get in to after one o'clock.

We did a little sightseeing the next day, and caught a 
late flight home. For the most part, it was a very 
successful trip and a good trial run for my partner 
and me. From then on, she relaxed, did wonderful 
presentations, and did her job very well.

Well, with all that said, I move on to the more 
interesting part of my story. Once again, please let 
me state, I'm not bragging. I just need to tell this 
once, and hope others might enjoy this tale as much as 
I enjoy it in life.

I was about a year after Julie started working for me. 
We were working late one Tuesday night. A proposal had 
to be done by Thursday morning so it could be given 
approval and a final copy. We had to leave on Monday 
for the presentation, and were a little behind. We 
were working in her office, with papers piled 
everywhere, and an empty pizza box was on the floor.

We were both getting tired, and needed some caffeine. 
Julie offered to go down and get us a soda. As she 
walked out of the office, I asked her where a file 
was. She said in the left desk drawer, but I didn't 
hear the word left, and happened to look in the right 
drawer first. I didn't find the file, but something 
much more interesting.

I heard a clunk, and I got curious. I looked, and 
found a pair of bright silver handcuffs. They were the 
real thing, like the cops use. Heavy tempered steal, 
with chrome plating, and double locks. I also found a 
matching pair of leg cuffs. I played with them for a 
moment in wonder. Why would she have these here? What 
did she do with them? I decided to find out more about 
my partner.

I got the file out of the drawer, and went back over 
to the table. I then set the file in front of where 
she was sitting and placed both sets of cuff inside 
the front cover of the file, and closed it up. Just as 
I finished, I heard her footsteps coming. She brought 
in the sodas, and sat down in her chair.

'I got to get a file from my office.' I said. 'I'll be 
back in a moment. You might want to look at this one. 
Some very interesting stuff in it.'

'Alright.' she said and opened the cover. I stood in 
the doorway, waiting to see her reaction. For a 
moment, she just stared at it. Her face went pail, and 
her eyes were wide open. She closed the cover, and 
look up at me. I could tell what was going through her 
mind. Did she place them there herself, or did I. I 
walked over to her.

'I just want to know one thing.' I said. 'Do you use 
those things on other people, or are they used on 
you?'

She stared at me, not knowing what to say. At last, 
she spoke. 'Did you go...?'

'No, I didn't go through your desk. I found them by 
accident when I was looking for the file. I heard a 
thunk in the desk that sounded like what I thought it 
was. Curiosity took over from there.'

She opened the cover and look at them sitting there. 
'You must think that I'm strange, or something.'

I sat down again. 'Your personal life is your own to 
do what you want with. If it affects you work life, 
then I would care. But I don't see that happening. 
Don't worry, I won't tell anyone anything. You have my 
word on it.'

'Thank you for telling me that.'

'You still didn't answer my question.'

She looked down at the cuffs. I think she really 
didn't want to tell me anything. She was deep in 
thought, and I think she was trying to make up a lie. 
After a moment, she looked at me and seemed to make a 
decision.

'Yes, there mine.' She said as if she was answering 
another question. 'And to answer your question, I like 
to have them used on me.'

'Why?' I asked. I wanted to know more. Did this girl 
think like I did?

'I like the feeling of being restrained. I like it 
when I have no control over what's happening to me. I 
excites me, makes me feel sexier, more alive. I sounds 
strange, but when I'm tied down, I feel free.'

She poured it out like it was a confession. She seemed 
like she really wanted to talk about this.

'And that's why you have these here?' I asked.

'No, not really. My husband doesn't approve of such 
things. He thinks it's weird, too strange. He thinks 
we shouldn't need things like this in our sex life. 
He's never tried it, and probably never will.'

'Then why do you have these in the first place and why 
here?'

'I've had them for a long time, even before I met my 
husband. I bought them myself, when another man and I 
were involved. As for having them here, I have no 
other place to hide them.'

She wasn't mad or angry. She spoke firmly, very 
matter-of-factly. I picked up the handcuffs and 
studied them.

'These aren't cheap.' I said. 'Good quality, double 
locks, re-enforced steel. I bet they cost a good 
amount when you bought them.'

'There were expensive, but I didn't want something 
cheap. If I was going to be restrained, I wanted to be 
restrained with no hope of escape.' She then looked at 
me a little different. 'But it seems you know more of 
these things that you've let on.'

I smiled. 'Yeah, I do. I guess we have a common 
problem here. I love this kind of stuff myself. I 
tried to get my wife involved in it, even before we 
were married. When I tied her to the bed, she got 
hyper and nervous. I had to untie her before she 
passed out. I tried again after we were married, but 
the result was the same. Since then, I've never 
bothered again.'

'I does sound too familiar. It's a shame she isn't 
more open minded and less scared. She would enjoy it.'

'She probably would. Your husband sounds domineering. 
I'm surprised he doesn't get into this.'

'I am too. Hey, maybe we should introduce you wife to 
my husband. They might hit it off.'

'Yeah' I said as we chuckled. 'They just might.' I 
looked at her for a moment. 'Have you used these 
lately?'

'Oh, sometimes I do.' she said as she took the cuff 
out of my hand. 'I'll lock myself in them and struggle 
around for a few moments. It helps relieve stress. But 
it's not the same alone as when someone else does it. 
And I like ropes better than cuffs. It feels better, 
more personal. It's hard to tie yourself.'

'I guess it must be.' I said. It was then that an idea 
popped into my head. I took the handcuff from her and 
walked behind her. She knew what I was thinking. She 
sat back and put her wrists behind the chair. She made 
a little sigh as I locked her wrists together. As soon 
as they were locked, she started to squirm a little in 
her seat.

I took the leg cuffs, turned her chair, and knelt in 
front of her. I locked one ankle in the cuff, looped 
the chain around the seat post, and locked the other 
cuff on her free ankle. I sat down in my chair and 
watched her go.

Julie struggled for several minutes. She would move 
herself around, trying to get free. Whether she 
intended to or not, she put on a small show for me, 
giving me view of her from all angles. She would turn 
the chair so I would get a side view, then face me 
again, looking into my eyes. She softly grunted and 
groaned from time to time.

I thought about finding a gag for her mouth, but 
decided against it. For some reason, I felt like I 
needed to release her. Maybe I was feeling guilty or 
something, but I had to unlock her from her binds.

'Well,' I said as I unlocked her ankles. 'That was 
nice, but we better get back to work.'

'Oh...yes...,' she said. 'I guess we better.'

I think she was having the same feelings I was. I 
unlocked her wrists and gave her the keys. She took 
the cuffs and keys, and placed them back into the desk 
drawer. We continued on with our work, and didn't 
speak a word of what just happened.

We worked for another hour before calling it quits. I 
was almost eight o'clock. We would start again in the 
morning, but knew there was another late night ahead 
of us again.

Julie packed up and left the office before I did. I 
sat in my office for a few minutes, think about what 
happened. One the one hand, I felt guilty for doing 
it. But on the other hand, she didn't seem to mind it, 
and actually seemed to enjoy it. I put on my coat and 
left the office.

I continued to think about it as I drove home. The 
more I thought, the more I knew I couldn't let this 
get by me. She admitted she liked it, and she still 
had her handcuffs, hoping it would happen again. She 
didn't try to hide the cuffs better, and didn't tell 
me not to do it again.

I found a hardware store still open and pulled into 
the lot. When I got married, I threw away most of my 
bondage materials. I sat in the car for several 
minutes, deciding what to do. My mind made up, I went 
in and bought a couple hundred feet of soft rope. If I 
was going to do this, I needed to resupply my 
inventory. She said she liked rope better anyway. I 
put it into my briefcase, and drove home.

My wife was tired and went to bed early. This gave me 
plenty of opportunity to prepare my stuff. I cut the 
rope into shorter, more useful lengths. I lit a candle 
and burned the ends to prevent them from fraying.

I returned my new supply to my case, threw in an old 
white silk scarf of my wife's, locked the case and 
went to bed. I didn't fall to sleep for a while. I 
kept thinking about what happened that night, and what 
might happen next. Whatever would happen, I was going 
to be ready.

I went to work early. I loaded my materials into a 
desk drawer and locked it up tight. All I needed was 
for someone to find this stuff. Julie wasn't in yet, 
but popped her head in and said hello when she came 
in. I still remember what she was wearing that day. A 
light peach colored dress with a white lace scarf over 
her shoulder, which is the fashion these days. She 
matched a white belt around her waist, white lace hose 
on her legs, and white high heels on her feet. For 
some reason, she seemed to look extra special that 
morning.

We didn't see each other at all that morning. We were 
both digging into last minute details. After lunch, I 
went to her office to check on her progress. She said 
she would have the data ready about three o'clock, and 
we could continue then. I told her to come over to my 
office when she was ready. She agreed, and I went back 
to my office.

I closed the door behind me, and opened the locked 
drawer. I looked at the coils of soft white rope. I 
imagined how Julie would look, all wrapped up, laying 
on the couch in my office. The ropes passing around 
her chest, the loops around her legs, the knots on her 
wrists, a soft gag between her bright red lips. I felt 
myself getting very hard and very horny.

I stopped dreaming when my phone rang. As I spoke to 
my boss, I closed up the drawer and relocked it. I 
went back to work, trying to concentrate on my work. 
But I could help but wonder what was going to happen 
tonight.

A little past three, Julie called and she was on her 
way over. I got the files over to my work table, and 
started to lay out the sketches when she knocked and 
came in. As she stood in the doorway, I gazed over her 
lovely body, wishing I could see more of it. But I 
quickly came to me senses, and we got down to 
business.

We worked for a couple of hours. I may be wrong, but I 
sensed something about my partner. She seem excited, 
but a little distant, like she was preoccupied with 
something. At first I wondered if it was about last 
night. But she didn't mention a word about it. I also 
caught her looking around the room, like she was 
mapping it out.

At five thirty, we ordered sandwiches form around the 
corner. By seven, the cleaning crew was gone, and we 
were nearing the end of our work. There was a couple 
last details that needed to be addressed, but for the 
most part, we were done.

'Well..' I said. 'That's about it. Another job well 
done.'

'What a team.' she said. 'Let's celebrate.'

'Alright. How do we do that?'

'You get us a couple of sodas, and I'll take care of 
things here.'

I was going to ask her what things, but decided to let 
her do things her way. As I walked down stairs, I 
figured out what she was doing. She wanted to get me 
out of the office for a few minutes, so she could do 
something. I didn't know what that was, but decided to 
give her a couple extra minutes to do it.

When I got back up to the office, my office door was 
pulled closed, and an envelope was taped to it, 
addressed to me. I opened the letter and found the 
note inside. I was in Julie's handwriting and read as 
follows:

"Inside, I have arranged for you a little celebration 
and extra special surprise. I've been planning it 
since last night. Please keep in mind that this is for 
your enjoyment, as well as mine. You have a complete 
freedom to do whatever you want, however you want. I 
hope you will enjoy this as much as I hope to."

Her signature was on the bottom. I had a feeling that 
I was about to fall into something wonderful. I folded 
up the note, and placed it into my coat pocket, and 
entered the room to receive my surprise.

All of the documents had been cleared off my work 
table. Julie was on top of the table. Her peach dress 
was gone. She was wearing a white lace teddy and 
panties. Her legs were covered with the lace 
stockings, held up by garter straps on her teddy. And 
she still was wearing her white high heels.

Even though she was wearing less clothing, she was 
wearing some new items. Her wrists were in her 
handcuffs, and her legs were in the leg cuffs. A white 
cloth scarf was between her teeth and tied around her 
head. She was laying chest down on the table. The 
chain from the leg cuffs looped around the chain on 
the handcuffs. Thus, she was hogtied on top of the 
table.

She squirmed and wiggled in her restraints. She also 
made some soft, half sighs, half moans from her gagged 
mouth. She seemed to be enjoying herself, and was 
trying to tell me so. A stepped up to the table and 
asked her if this is truly what she wanted. She nodded 
her head. I wasn't going to ask again.

I unlocked one of the handcuffs, and unlooped it from 
the leg cuff chain. Then I relocked it, rolled her 
over onto her back, and sat down in a chair. For the 
next several minutes, I just looked over her body.

She really was attractive, and was well built. Her 
chest was full, almost too big for the small waist she 
had. Her thighs and calf were perfectly formed. Her 
hips were supple and her arms slender. She had the 
kind of face that looked innocent, yet seductive, like 
a virgin bride on her wedding night. And she had the 
kind of mouth you wanted to kiss for hours, but still 
made to wear a gag.

Since I was in control of the situation, I decided to 
rearrange my lovely captive to a position of my 
liking. I placed her on her feet, and made her sit 
down in one of my office guest chairs. I then went to 
my desk, and got out my new ropes and gag.

'You see' I said as I help the ropes up for her to 
see, 'you're not the only one who had been thinking up 
things since last night.'

I unlocked her wrists from her cuffs and tied each 
wrist to an arm of the chair. I also wound rope around 
her elbows and to the chair. I then unlocked her 
ankles and tied each ankle and upper calf to a leg of 
the chair. I then took one long strand of rope and 
wound the rope above and below her chest, thus I tied 
her upper body to the back of the chair.

I pulled the cloth scarf out of her mouth for a 
moment. As I prepared my own gag, she struggled in her 
ropes.

'You're very good at this.' she said. 'No slack in the 
ropes. All knots away from my fingers. Everything nice 
and tight.'

'That will be enough talk from you, if you don't 
mind.' I said as I regagged her mouth.

'Yes,' I continued. 'I believe I am very good at this. 
I know how to keep you tightly held, and in whatever 
position I want.'

'You see, I prefer rope to all other types of binding 
restraints. Others may hold better, or look more 
impressive, but rope is by far the best. It's the most 
flexible type. You can do more things with it, and you 
can make it as tight as you want. I also like the silk 
gag over that cloth one you were wearing. It looks 
much better and much more attractive on you. I thought 
you would like it.'

As I spoke to her, I was running my fingers over her 
body, making her twitch and wiggle in her ropes.

'I have a few more things to do.' I said as I stood 
up. 'I don't think you'll mind though. Enjoy this for 
a few moments, and get to know the feeling of the 
ropes against your skin. You'll be feeling a lot more 
of it and in a lot more ways before the night is 
over.' I sat down behind my desk, and did a few 
minutes' worth of paper work.

At first, I think she was a little mad at me. Here she 
did all this for me, and here I sat, doing damned 
paper work. But she did say to do whatever I wanted, 
so that's what I was going to do.

The chair creaked as she struggled against the ropes. 
I think she thought that this was going to be easy to 
get out of. But as the minutes went by, she grunted a 
little, and become more and more frustrated.

She couldn't get out. And that seemed to turn her on. 
Her grunts turned to moans, and her struggling became 
more of inducing pleasure rather than to gain freedom. 
Within a few minutes, she was getting hotter than ever 
before.

After about ten minutes of this, I came back over to 
her. 'Now you have my undivided attention.' I said to 
her. I began to remove the ropes from her body, but 
did it so I could retie her as I went along.

I started with her legs. I untied them from the chair, 
but then tied them tightly together at the knees and 
ankles. I then untied the ropes around her upper body. 
At last, her wrists were released. But as soon as they 
were free, I pulled them behind her back and quickly 
tied them together.

With her hands now secured, I made her stand up. I 
wound rope around her elbows and gently pulled them 
closer and closer together. I was truly surprised when 
they finally touched. She didn't seem in any pain, and 
she actually sighed when they did touch. I tied them 
together so they were barely touching one another.

Lastly, I wound rope around her chest and arms, 
pinning her arms to her back. I carefully picked her 
up, and carried her over to the couch. I laid her face 
down, so I could get a good look at her legs and back 
side.

Again she struggled, but found it impossible to get 
free. She didn't seem uncomfortable at all, or in any 
kind of pain. She truly was the kind of lady I had 
been dreaming about for years.

I lightly ran my fingers over her nylon covered legs. 
She seemed to shiver with excitement as I did. My 
hands roamed over her back and ass. I wanted to get a 
look at the fleshy behind, so I slowly pulled the 
panties down to her knees. It was firm, soft and 
smooth. For several minutes, all I could do was rub my 
hands over it. She didn't mind, for she sighed as I 
did, and her pussy was getting wet.

I then rolled her over onto her back, and lightly 
caressed her shoulders and chest. I slowly pulled the 
teddy off her shoulders and freed her breasts. They 
were white from the lack of sun, but still firm and 
full. Her nipples were hard from excitement, and 
seemed to get harder when I played with them and 
lightly squeezed her chest. She really enjoyed it when 
I licked and lightly sucked them. Her breathing got 
stronger, and she moaned deeply into her gag.

Since I was getting horny too, I decided to put her 
into her last position. I carried her over to my 
conference table and laid her on top of it. I untied 
her ropes and removed her panties, but left the gag in 
her mouth. I made her more comfortable by placing a 
small pillow under her head. I then proceeded to tie 
her down to the table top.

My table is a small round one, so she didn't lie 
completely on top. Her legs bent at the knees when I 
spread them apart, looped rope around her ankles and 
heels, and tied them to the support post. And when I 
roped her wrists together and pulled her hands over 
her head, they pulled past the table top. But it sure 
did the trick. She was security tied down, with her 
beautiful body open and available to me. Her full, red 
lips were around the soft silk scarf, only soft moans 
and sighs allowed to escape from them.

For the most part, she was naked. She still was 
wearing her sexy teddy, the garters straps were 
holding up her stockings, and her high heels were on. 
But her private parts were exposed to me, to do what I 
wanted with. So I decided to even things out. With her 
eyes watching my every move, I slowly stripped off my 
cloths. She seemed to like it, for with each article 
of clothing she got more and more excited.

At last, I was down to my shorts. These I pulled off 
to show her my raging hard-on. I'm over seven inches 
when erect, and nice and thick to go with it. Julie 
liked it, it seems, for she moaned when she saw it. I 
moved up to her face, to give her a good look at it. 
She tried to reach it with her lips, but of course, 
she couldn't. I stroked it gently, and she went wild. 
She wanted to do it herself, but couldn't.

I decided to play doctor. My hands examined the 
patient. Her soft skin, her fleshy mounds, her smooth 
legs, and her hot, wet box. I fingered her and played 
with her clit. She was so excited that she climaxed 
within a minute. Her body trembled, and a loud moan 
slipped through her gag. After she relaxed for a 
moment, I started in again, but decided to take it a 
step further.

I moved my face between her legs, and dove in. My lips 
kissed and lightly sucked, and my tongue fluttered and 
probed into her. Her juices tasted so sweet. She 
thrashed her body around as far as the ropes would let 
her. Again she came quickly, but just as intense as a 
few moments earlier.

I let her rest again for a moment, but decided that it 
was my turn for an orgasm. I slowly crawled on top of 
her, had slowly pushed my cock into her. As I did, she 
sighed very deeply, and her eyes seemed to say to me 
"What took you so long? I've been wanting this all 
night."

It wasn't long before she was moaning with pleasure 
again, and I along with her. The table creaked every 
time I pushed into her. Her pussy felt so good. She 
moved her hips as much as she could. Within a minute, 
I was pumping like mad, wanting to come inside her 
like I did when I was a horny teenager.

I felt my load boiling up in my testicals. She seemed 
to know it, for when I made one last thrust into her, 
she pushed up with her hips to get me as far as I 
could. I made a loud groan and shot a huge load of 
sperm into her. She came at the same time, groaning 
just as loud. It felt sensational. I hadn't had an 
orgasm like that for years.

I pulled the gag from her mouth and kissed her deeply. 
We seemed to lay there for hours, with our lips 
attached to one another. At last, I looked into her 
eyes. She seemed to look very happy, content, and 
satisfied.

I pulled off of her, and untied her from the table. We 
both got dressed and sat down on the couch in each 
other's arms. We talked for a few moments. She told me 
how much she enjoyed that, and what it meant to her. 
It told her that that was the kind of thing I liked to 
do.

It was getting late, and we decided to go home. I put 
away my ropes, and locked up my desk. We reorganized 
the room to make it look like it normally did. We left 
the office together, and I walked her to her car. 
There, for one sweet moment, we kissed passionately, 
then parted and went home.

I lay awake in bed for a while before falling asleep. 
I recounted the events of the past few hours, and 
wondered what tomorrow was going to bring. I had happy 
dreams that night, with Julie in every one of them.

I got to work early the next morning. Julie was 
already there, and came into my office behind me. She 
looked uptight.

'Can I talk to you about last night, alone?' she 
asked. Her tone of voice was very strange. I suggested 
we go to lunch together, but she wanted to see me 
after work. I agreed. The rest of the day, I wondered 
if she was going to drop a bomb on last night, or 
suggest we don't work together again.

A few minutes past five, she came into my office, 
closing and locking the door behind her. I was a 
little fearful, not knowing what she was about to do 
or say. She sat down in one of my guest chairs, across 
from me with my desk between us.

'About last night' she started. 'First of all, I have 
to tell you I didn't get much sleep last night.' I 
told her I didn't either. 'I kept thinking about what 
we did. I must admit, I never had such a wonderful 
experience as that. I lost count on how many times I 
came.'

I told her how much I enjoyed the night before myself. 
'Please, let me finish before you speak.' I remained 
silent for the rest of her speech. She stood up and 
paced the room, hardly looking at me.

'Like I said, last night was wonderful. It had been 
such a long time since I had done something like that, 
I mean, being tied up and all. But I guess I needed 
it, and want it a lot more than I get it. Whenever I'm 
tied up and under a man's control, I feel my sexist, 
and have the best orgasms. Last night was no 
exception. It was then best sex I've had in years. And 
I think I'm right in saying that you enjoyed it too.'

She looked over at me and smiled. 'Do you know what 
I'm getting at?' she asked. I responded by saying that 
she thought last night was great, but that was it, 
once, but not again. 'No, that's not it, silly.' she 
said as she laughed. 'What I'm trying to say is, we 
know each other pretty well, and after last night, we 
know a lot about one another. What I'm suggesting is 
that I need to be tied up and ravished by a man, more 
often than I do now. My husband won't do it for me. 
What I'm asking you is, will you do it for me?'

I was in shock. I didn't say a word as she spoke. She 
said she knew we were both married, but we both wanted 
something more. She wasn't going to divorce her 
husband, and didn't expect me to leave my wife. She 
just wanted, from time to time, to be bound hand and 
foot and to be taken advantage of. Finally I spoke.

'Let me be as honest with you as you have been with 
me. Yes, I did enjoy last night, and I have thought 
about it all day. I loved tying you up and play with 
your sweet body for hours. And I've thought of how we 
could get away with again and again. We could do it, 
but we must be very discreet about it.' She agreed, 
moved over to the couch, and started to make our 
plans.

Since we worked late many nights, we could easily use 
the office for our games. She described some ideas she 
had, and I told her mine. Our traveling was even 
better way to play. We could sleep together, and no 
one would know. After an hour or so, made an agreement 
to remain silent about this, and tell no one. She then 
stood up, and opened her purse.

'Now that we have that settled, I want to thank you, 
both for last night, and for what we are about to do.' 
She took out her hand and leg cuffs. She got down on 
her knees in front of me, locked her ankles in the leg 
cuffs, and locked her wrists behind her back. She then 
told me to drop my pants and let her suck my cock.

Naturally, I did, and she immediately began to give me 
the best blow job of my life. I sat back and let her 
do her work. She moved up and down my cock slowly at 
first. But with each moment, she moved faster and 
faster until I was ready to shoot. When I did, she 
took every drop I pumped into her face, and swallowed 
it down. When I was finished, I decided to 
reciprocate.

I unlocked her ankles, and made her sit on the edge of 
my desk, near the center, then gagged her with the 
silk scarf. I lifted her skirt to find a garter belt 
and stockings, and satin panties. I slowly pulled her 
panties off her legs. I then got some rope, spread her 
ankles, and tied them to the legs of the desk. Thus 
she was open to me.

I didn't waste any time. I got on my knees, and ate 
her wet pussy. She tasted as good as the night before. 
I brought her off twice before I untied her ankles. I 
retied them together, turned her around so she was 
bent over my desk, and plowed my cock deep into her 
crotch for behind.

I fucked her for several minutes. She was moaning into 
her gag, and I was groaning myself. I felt my second 
load building, buried my cock in as far as I could, 
and pumped my jism into her. She moaned loudly and 
came again when she felt me explode inside her. I 
pulled out and untied her.

From that point on, we have had a great relationship, 
both professional and personal. We're very careful not 
to get caught, and play it cool when we are people 
around. We both get what we want. I'll bind her up 
several different ways, and do as I please.

Sometimes, I don't let her come for hours, other 
times, I try to see how many orgasm she can have. 
Sometimes, we do it fast and repeatedly, other times 
we take our time and make it last for hours. On lunch 
hours, we do it quick and dirty. She might sit on my 
lap and rides me, with her hands tied behind her back. 
At night, she might be tied to the board room table 
spread eagle (her favorite) or get it from behind as 
she is bound bent over the receptionists desk and 
gagged.

When we travel, we carry a load of ropes, cuffs, belts 
and gags. We both have purchased special items that we 
like to use. My favorite is leather wrist-to-ankles 
straps the hold her tightly, and allow me to get in 
and do the job. She likes being gagged with the bright 
red ball gag I bought special for her.

Well, that's my story, which has run much too long. We 
have tried so many different things, I can't begin to 
tell you about them all. Let's just say we haven't 
become bored yet.

END

NOTE: I just showed this to Julie. She loved it, and 
wants me to write a sequel to it. I probably will, 
when I have the time.

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world 
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per 
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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