Office-Bondage

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 correct, and any dates mentioned are mostly ficticious. 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 I 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 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 also 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 money for the comapny and get 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 the field down 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 blonde, about five foot, 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 and spoke very perfessionaly, and seemed to be a little shy or reserved. I must admit, over all, she had impressed me very much.

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 she needed 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 overwelming, it was a very nice package. Her blonde hair was curly, and in today's style. Her figure was nice, with a nice round buttocks and great legs. Her breasts was average, and she had the kind of waist you wanted to wrap your arms around. She sometimes wears skirts that came above the knee, and always wears 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 learches tried to 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 she went home.

Her first trip was real an experience for her. She didn't know what to bring, what to ware 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, comforatable cloths 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 had enough on that 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 sight-seeing. She was so excited when we boarded the plane, and she came running down the runway. Our plan was to arrive in early afternoon, and 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 of action 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 dined 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 full advantage of the pool. She thought it too 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 swimsuit.

We got to the pool, and I dove in. She hesitated for a moment before removing her T-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 underneath those business suits. I couldn't help but stare at her. Luckly, my hardon was under the water line, so she didn't exactly 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 chated, and talked of the poor souls slaving at 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 of 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 whole 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 until after one o'clock the next morning.

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 enjoyed 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 we were a little behind. We were working in her office, with papers piled up everywhere, and an empty pizza box was on the floor.

We were both getting tired, and needed some caffine. 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 her say 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 got curious. I looked, and found a pair of bright silver handcuffs. They were the real thing, like the cops use - heavy tempered tempered steel, with chrome plating and double security locks. I also found a matching pair of legcuffs. 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 cuffs 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 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 pale and her eyes were wide open. She closed the cover, and looked 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, their mine." She said as if she was answer 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, make me feel sexier, more alive. It 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 have and don't need things like this in our lives. He's never tried it, and probably never will."

"Then why do you have 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 you some good bucks 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 of these things then what 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."

"It 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 your 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 cuffs out of my hand. Julie then began to tell me, "I'll lock myself up in them and struggle around for a few moments. It helps me to relieve everyday stress. But it's not the same alone as when someone else does it, besides I like ropes better than cuffs. It feels better and more personal."

"It's hard to tie yourself up ," she concluded.

"I guess it must be," I said.

It was then that an idea popped into my head. I took the handuffs 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 back and forth in her seat.

I took the legcuffs, 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 squirming to get herself free.

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

I though 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 just had 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 seemed to mind it and actually seemed to enjoy it. I put on my coat and left the office.

I contiuned 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 ever 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 hundread feet of soft rope. If I was going to do this, I needed to resupply my inventory. Well, 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 a old white silk scarf of my wife's, locked the case and went to bed. I didn't fall asleep for a while. I kept thinking about what happened that night, and what might happened next. For 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 rememver 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 pogress. 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 soft 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 focus my mind 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 my 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 perocupied 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 aroundthe room checking it out.

At five-thirty, we ordered sandwitches from around the corner. By seven, the cleaning crew was gone, and we were nearing the end of our work. There were 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 a envelope was taped to it, addressed to me. I opened the letter and found the note inside.

It 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 plannig 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

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 legcuffs. A white scarf was between her teeth and tied around her head. She was laying chest down on the table. The chain from the legcuffs looped around the chain on the handcuffs. Thus, she was hogtied on the 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 if this is truly what she wanted. She nodded her head. I wasn't I wasn't going to ask again.

I unlocked one of the handcuffs, and unlooped it from the legcuff 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 calfs 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 want 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 I unlocked her wrists from her cuffs and tied each wrist to a arm of the chair. I also would rope around her elbows and to the chair. I then unlocked her ankles and tied each ankle and upper calf to a leg of a chair. I then took one long strand of rope and wound the rope above and below her chest, thus I had bound her upper body to the backside of the my leather office 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 re-gagged her mouth. She opened her mouth to accept the silk gag. mmmpphhh.

"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 and 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 wiggle in her ropes. I could tell she was warming up during this process also.

"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 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 time 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 getting hotter that 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 re-tie 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 and 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 of course I didn't want her to be, and she actualy 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 carfully 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. She looked so creamy with the garter belt and hose and all.

Again she struggled, but found it impossible to get free. She didn't seem uncomfortable at all, or in any kind of pain. She trully 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 excitment as I did. My hands romed over her back and ass. I wanted to get a look at the fleshy behind, so I slowly pulled her panties down to her knees. Her ass 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 it, and I could tell her pussy was moist and getting sopping wet by the minute.

I then rolled her over onto her back, and lightly caressed her soft shoulders and chest. I slowly pulled the teddy off her shoulders and freed her breats. They were white from the lack of sun, but still firm firm and full. Her nipples were rock hard now from the excitement, and seemed to get harder when I played with them between each of my thumb and forefingers and lightly squeezed her chest. She really enjoyed it when I licked and lightly sucked them bringing her nipples now to full attention. Her breathing got stronger, as 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 tied her ropes and removed her panites, but left the gag in her mouth. I made her more comfortable by placing a small pillow up and 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 lay completely on top. Her legs bent at the knees when I spread them apart, so I hooked the rope around her ankles and heels, and tied them to the support post. And when I pulled her wrists together and pulled her hands over her head, they pulled down past the table top, but it sure did the trick. She was securely tied down with her beautiful body open and available to me. Her full red lips were around the soft silk scarf, allowing only soft moans and sighs 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 fully exposed to me, to do whatever I wanted with. So I decided to even things out. With her eyes watching my every move, I slowly stripped off my clothes. She seemed to like it, for with each article of clothing I took off, I could see her becoming more and more excited.

At last, I was down to my shorts. These I pulled off to show her my large prick. I must admit my cock was fully erect now, all seven inches when at full erection, and nice and thick to go with it. I knew 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 of course she 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 then fingered her and played with her clit. She was sopping wet of course. 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 her clit, and my tongue fluttered and probed into her. Her juices tasted so sweet. She thrashed her beautiful body around as far as the ropes would let her. Again she came again quickly, with the same intensity 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. She was so wet that her vagina had swollen wide open for my entry into her. I slowly slid my cock into her an inch at a at a time. As I pushed into her, she sighed very deeply, and her eyes seemed so look at me and say, "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 young man.

I felt my load boiling up in my testicles. She seemed to know it, for when I made one last thrust into her, she pushed up with her hips to get me in as far I could. I made a loud groan and shot a huge load of sperm into her. I 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 looked 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 others arms. We talked for a few moments. She told me how much she enjoyed that, how much it had meant to her. I 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 the 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 we parted and both went home.

I laid 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 can get. Whenever I'm tied up and under a man's control, I feel my sexiest, and have the orgasms. Last night was no exception. It was the 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 periodically and then 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 betaken 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 playing with your sweet body for hours. And I've thought of how we could get away with it again and again. We could do it, but we must be very descreet about it." She agreeded, and now moved over to the couch, and so we could 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, she made me remain silent about this, and tell no one. She then stood up, and opened her purse. "Now that we have that settled," she said, "I want to thank you, both for last night, and for what we are about to do." She slipped out of her purse her hand and legcuffs. 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 again. She said she dreamed about doing it over and over again since last night.

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 mouth, and swallowed it all down. My cock was still throbbing and pulsating from the blow job I just received. When I was finished, I decided to reciprocate the favor.

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 black garter belt and stockings, and satin panties. I slowly pulled her panties off her legs. I then got some rope, spread her ankles and spread them and tied them to the legs of the desk. She was wide-open, willing, and waiting for me to service her cunt.

I didn't waste any time. I got on my knees, and ate her wet pussy. Her erect clitoris was as hard as a stiff pebble and she tasted as good to me as the night before. I brought her off twice that way before I untied her ankles. I retied them together, turned her around so she was bent over my desk, and slid my cock deep in her pussy from behind.

I fucked her for several minutes. She was moaning into her gag, and I was groaning myself. I felt my second load building, I 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 my cock out of her and untied her.

From that point on, we have had a great relationship, both as true professionally and personally. We were very carfull not to get caught, and play it cool when there are people around. We both got what we wanted. I'll bind her up in several different ways, and do as I please.

Sometimes, I don't let her cum for hours, other times, I try to see how many orgasms she can have. Sometimes, we do it fast and repeatedly, other times we take our time an make it last for hours. On lunch hours, we do it quick and dirty. She might sit on my lap and ride me, with her hands tied behind her back, or she may be facing me or not facing me me as I'm massaging her tits. Sometimes I create a nylon rope bra that I tie around her wonderful breasts and cause them to ballon out for me so I can get more of them in my mouth, Other times, I just vigorously massage her ripe mellon tits. At night, she might be tied to the board room table spread-eagle (her favorite position), or get it from behind doggy-style as she is bound bent over the receptionists desk all bound up and gagged. Julie never has lost her interest in restraint.

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 the leather wrist-to-ankles straps that hold her tightly, and allow me to get in and close to the job. This way I can have her on the bed and suck and play with her cunt for as long as I like. Usually the whole night. She also likes being gagged with the bright red ball-gag that I bought especially for her.

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

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