DiscreetOfficeServices.Com Chapters 9--10 - Sex Stories

DiscreetOfficeServices.Com Chapters 9--10

... did that," I confessed when Sandra stopped laughing at me. "I'm sorry?"

Sandra waved my apology away, "I've lost count of the names I've been called while men and women come with my head between their legs." Sandra topped off my drink and hers, giving me time to answer. When I didn't, she prodded, "So? Who is this mysterious Danny?"

"He's my nerd."

"Yournerd?"

"He's in college and lives in the apartment below mine. He's very smart and very, very shy. He got really burned by his first love and I don't think he's had much, uhh, experience with girls."

"Well, you can certainly fixthat," Sandra said with a sly smile and more cognac. "So, he must be cute for you to be interested. Or is it his innocence that appeals to you?"

"He barely says anything to me. I don't even think he likes me very much. I wouldn't say that it's his innocence that appeals to me..."

"Oh, please," Sandra interrupted. "When you've been in the biz for as long as I have, innocence becomes the ultimate aphrodisiac."

Thankfully, Sandra let the matter drop by kissing me with cognac-flavored lips, "Why don't we go back to bed? The night is still young and I have a surprise for you."

Sandra rose from the couch and carried her large purse into my bedroom. I followed.

When she told me to sit on the bed, I asked, "It's not that gigantic strap-on is it?"

Sandra crossed my wrists on my lap and pulled a long silk scarf from her bag. "Maybe. Do you want to back out? Now's your only ...

... chance."

Curious and trusting, I saidNo, and quicker than I thought possible my wrists were bound. Moving fast, Sandra used the scarf to pull my arms to the head of the bed where she looped the other end of the scarf around the headboard. Then other scarves appeared. One ankle was bound and tied to the footboard of my bed then the other. I was left stretched with my legs pulled apart. On my back and ready to be fucked.

Fucking wasn't what was on Sandra's mind. At least for now. A ball gag came into view and when I shook my head, Sandra shook hers. "I gave you your chance to say no," I was told as she forced the ball gag into my mouth. "I even told you it would be your last chance." Straps were cinched tight behind my head. I could no longer utter an intelligible word though the holes in the ball allowed me to breathe.

I started thrashing when a thick leather hood came into view. Silk refused to part and the hood went over my head. Strings tied about my neck and I was left in complete darkness. I felt the bed move and cold steel cut my panties off.

I felt the bed shift as Sandra left it. Every sound was muffled, including her voice asking, "Are you wishing you'd said no yet?"

I heard what sounded like a butane lighter and a few seconds later, felt the first drop of hot wax burn between my breasts. "I'm going to torture you," Sandra said over my shouted unintelligible words while other drops hit my breasts closer and closer to my nipples. "You're going to experience the ...