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B's Story

... down to caress her ass. The streets were not crowded but they were far from empty and she wondered constantly if anyone could tell that she was not wearing anything under her blouse and skirt or the cuffs on her wrists. At one point, he "accidentally" dropped the wrapper for his mint to the ground and asked her to pick it up for him, smiling as she attempted to bend down without exposing either the nakedness beneath her skirt or the handcuffs she was wearing. A valet opened the door to the office building for them. “There's a restaurant in the basement,” he explained and led her a few steps to the right of the stairs to the door of his company's office. He unlocked the glass doors and let her enter the darkened space before him. “Go to the right and enter the second office on the right, please,” he said as he locked the door behind him. She walked along carefully hoping he was right that they would be alone in the office. Entering his office, she saw a tall open desk with a computer on it on the right, two stools and a chair in front of that, a whiteboard on the wall to the left and a short table and chair in the left back corner. The rest of the room was empty and open. She noticed the table was covered with a cloth of some kind and it appeared to have things under it. There was a small pile of pillows on the floor in the open part of the room. He entered the room behind her and turned the lights on low, taking her coat without a word then came back and stand in front of ...

... her, uncomfortably close. Holding her gaze, he took off the handcuffs, walked back to the chair in the corner, placing the handcuffs on top of the cloth covering the table, and sat down. He let her stand there awhile, waiting, wondering what was to come next, just looking at her with a devious smile on his face. Finally, when she was good and nervous, he finally gave her the next command. “Remove all of your clothing, fold it neatly and place it on the floor next to the table. Then kneel on the pillows with your knees wide apart, hands behind your back, and your head down.” She began to comply, unbuttoning her blouse. Very aware that his eyes were focused intently on her in the dim light, she blushed again, this time, she felt, over her whole body. She folded her blouse and placed it on the floor where instructed, bending over at the waist and, noticing, out of the corner of her eye, his gaze following her attentively. She unzipped and wiggled out of her skirt, again bending at the waist and trying to steal a look at his reaction (knowing, somehow, that an overt glance would mean trouble). His expression remained intense but unchanged as she folded and placed her skirt next to her blouse. Becoming nervous, she quickly unzipped and removed her boots, unfastening her stockings while bracing herself against the wall to remove them, unhook and remove her garter belt, folding the clothing and putting it in place. It is only now she became aware of how utterly exposed she was. This is ...