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While she was sitting there, I picked up the phone and told my secretary that
we were busy and not to disturb us.  Ann looked at me terrified.  She knew
that the implication of the call was that we were doing something at which we
did not want to be caught, she would have to pass by Ida on the way out.

I laughed at her concern and said, "Ahhh, but Ann, you could leave right now,
if you wish!" She shook her head "no" and I moved to her and caressed her
breasts.  I heard the hiss of her breath as my hands found her warm mounds of
flesh. Once again, she attempted to put her hands on my head to guide my mouth
to her.

"Ann," I said as I placed her hands at her sides and on the desk, "Do not move
again, or I will stop."

Her eyes pleaded once more at the threat of not being allowed to complete the
pleasure she had spent the last two hours imagining.  I knelt before her and
brought my mouth to her right thigh.  It was hot and flushed.  I felt the
quiver as my tongue began to slide over her skin.  Each inch of her inner
thighs from the top of the stockings to the place where her aching pussy
opened for my kiss was slowly explored.  I could see how wet she was and the
struggle that she was having to keep her hips still.  I could see her swollen
clit and inner lips, their pink hue exagerated to redness against the brown
curls that framed them.  I let my tongue flick over them as I moved from leg
to leg.  Then I stopped and looked to Ann's lovely green eyes.

"Ann, tell me what you want! Tell me what you need me to do to you."

Ann had never been able to express herself when discussing sex.

She stared at me and tried to tell me, but all that came out was the word,
"Please!".

"Not good enough, Ann, you know very well what you want me to do.  Ask me to
do it for you, Ann."

She flushed again and finally said softly, "Michael, please eat me."

Not wanting to loose the moment I let it go at that, she would learn to be a
lot more graphic before the night was over.  With that I moved back to take
her to the height of pleasure that she ached for.  My mouth found her softness
as I spread her lips and drew the soft inner petals into my mouth. My tongue
danced swiftly over her blood-engorged clit.  I found myself drinking in her
sweet juices in as they flowed from her warm pussy in response to my mouth's
movements.  I felt her tremble as the first wave of tiny orgasms erupted
within her.  I could feel the spasms as they alternately pulled the muscles
and let them relax.  I heard her as she allowed a gasp to escape her mouth,
lost in the sensations rippling through the center of her being.

Her knuckles went white as she gripped the edge of the desk in a uselessÜj܌effort to remain still.  I told her to
caress her breasts.  She did so quickly
as I helped her through a series of orgasms that would leave her almost unable
to stand up afterwards.  Her hands squeezed her breasts and her fingers
pinched and pulled at her nipples as she arched her back and pushed herself to
my face.  Finally the over taxed sexual nerves detonated into a sexual frenzy
of their own and released their pentup energies into a tremendous orgasm that
caused Ann to bite her hand in order not to scream.

When Ann had relaxed a little, I stood and held her close to me and kissed her
lips tenderly and softly.

"Go home now, dear.  Relax and I will see you at about 6:30.  I love you very
much Ann.  You are a wonderful lover!"

She hugged me and whispered, "Oh, Michael, I love you too.  I want this to
last forever.  Thank you so much for this wonderful day."

I walked her to the door and watched her as she knowingly and carelessly
walked past Ida.

As I returned to my desk, I wondered if Ann realized as I did the new
dimension that we were allowing ourselves to enter into in our sex lives. Ann
seemed so natural in her role that I regretted momentarily not having explored
this with her long before.  But the regret was short lived - I was happy that
the time was here now.  I gave her about ten minutes to arrive home before I
called her again.  This time there was to be no note at all, just verbal
instructions.

"Ann, I almost forgot to tell you what I want you to wear tonight." I said as
she answered the phone on the first ring.

"Oh!" was her only reply.

"I want you to detach the cuffs from the cords on the bed.  You will wear them
and also the gift that I placed in your bottom drawer this morning. That is
all you are to wear.  Is that understood, Ann?", I asked.

"Yes, Michael, I understand. I love you.", she responded as I hung up the
phone and tried to go back to my work.  As it turned out, it was a useless
effort on my part.  Visions of my "slave" haunted my every thought and to
attempt to discard them was impossible.  I struggled to contain myself and not
leave work early.  Finally I busied myself planning out the final details of
the evening.

I tried to visualize Ann as she went to the drawer and found my "present". It
consisted of a narrow leather collar and a gold waist chain which I am sure
she would not figure out how to wear.  It was designed to pass around the
waist and through a small loop in the back.  The end of the chain was then
brought through the legs and fastened in front.  It was adjustable and could
be pulled tighter if one desired.  The chain went between her legs and
snuggled between her pussy lips.  I would be very surprised if she wore it
right!

 - Arriving Home - Üj܌
Suddenly I realized that I had gotten lost in my thoughts.  It was 6:15 and
time to leave for home.  If you have ever driven somewhere only to realize
when you arrive, that you do not remember the drive, then you know how I felt
when I arrived! I hesitated a moment and gathered my thoughts.  I knew that
the intensity of the evening would require a great deal of control on my part.
After the stimulation of the day, I wanted to -- Wait! That is an idea.  I got
out of the car, walked to the door and opened it.  Suddenly, Ann appeared in
the doorway to the living room.  She was naked except for the collar and cuffs
and the chain was dangling at her side after one turn around the waist.

I just looked at her as I locked the door and strode to where she stood.
Without saying a word, I lifted her and carried her to a chair.  Bending her
over the back of the chair, I placed her hands on the arms and once more told
her to stay still.  I walked behind her and stroked the smooth curves of her
ass. I let my hand glide between the satin-like skin of her cheeks, down to
her pussy which was already moist.  Without saying a word, I took her roughly
from behind.  I was unable to contain myself and from the moment I entered her
I was out of control from the days pent-up passion.

I heard her as she responded to my use of her body.  She began to thrust her
hips backwards in rythym to my forward movements.  She began to make almost
animalistic noises in her throat as she let herself experience the force of my
desire.  I could feel the muscles in the walls of her vagina as they grabbed
at my thrusting cock.  It was all that I needed and as I began to explode, I
heard her scream, "Oh, my god! Please come! Fill me, Michael. I'm coming.
Harder, I'm coming." I exploded inside her and felt as if my knees would
buckle out from underneath me.

As I stepped back, Ann did an amazing thing.  She turned and dropped to her
knees and took me in her mouth.  She moved on me keeping my erection alive for
a few more minutes.  I lifted her to her feet and kissed her softly and spoke
for the first time.

"You are an incredibly sexy woman, Ann.  Do you know that?", I asked.

She just stood there looking at the floor and shook her head imperceptibly.  I
reached to her chin and raised her head.

"You must learn to be proud of it! Tell me, did you feel like a woman when I
entered you just now?" There were tears in her eyes causing them to sparkle.

"Oh, yes, Michael, I felt so sexualy alive.", she answered.

"Then be proud of your realization! You are mine and I am proud to be with
you. I see the way other men look at you. You are a sexually erotic woman. You
are to learn to be contented in that fact.  Now come shower with me."

We went upstairs and I was pleased to see the black nylon straps securely
fastened to the four corners of the bed, the rope ends protruding from either
side and the blindfold neatly laid out on the pillow.  I undressed and turned
to Ann.  I undid the cuffs and the collar and took the chain from her waist.

"You will learn how to wear this later, Ann." I said as I led her to theÜj܌shower and adjusted the water to slightly
hotter then our skin.

- The Shower -

Once in the shower the hot water ran over us and relaxed us both.  I could
feel the tension draining from my body as I held Ann close to me.  Soaping her
down was always a pleasure, but this evening it took on new meaning as I
gently pushed aside the shower's spray and covered her with soap.  I could
feel my passion rising again as I hugged her and felt the curves of her body
press against mine, the soap providing that frictionless smoothness which
heightens the senses ans sets the entire nervous system on fire.  She turned
in my arms and I felt my erection slide between her cheeks.  She reached back
putting her arm around my neck and pulled herself up on tiptoe forcing me
deeper into her soft flesh.  She rocked back and forth and I felt myself
climbing towards orgasm again.

Then I realized what was happening she was maneuvering herself so that my
hardness was pressing against the tiny opening.  She pressed and I put my arms
around her waist to help her keep her balance.  Suddenly I felt myself slide
inside her.  She moaned as if it hurt her and I stopped moving until she began
to press once more.  Then I was totally inside her. She turned her face up and
back and I met her lips with mine.  She leaned forward and placed her hands on
the wall as I grabbed her hips and started thrusting in and out of her tight
hole.  Soap was running betwen her cheeks making each stroke easier and
smoother.  I reached around her with one hand and began to stroke her clit.
Her passion was obvious as she began to buck against me with more violence.

The sight of her shapely ass meeting my thrusts raised my zeal even further. I
reached for her breasts and felt them slip through my hands as she moved
faster now.  They were slipery and difficult to hold so I squeezed harder in
an effort to keep them in my hands.  The nipples were hard and Ann was lost in
her own world of pleasure as her hand slid between her legs to tease her clit
into an orgasm.  Suddenly it was over. We both felt ourselves move into that
world void of all else except focus on the center of sexual release.

 The orgasm seemed greater then any before experienced and as she turned to
hold on to me, we sank to our knees and let the warm water splash over our
exhausted bodies.  We knelt there for what seemed like an hour, kissing and
caressing each other.  Suddenly the water began to turn cold and brought us
both back to reality.

I got a soft towel and dried her off kissing her all over as I did.  As I
dried each leg I let my mouth cover her pussy and gave soft, silky licks to
the pink flesh peeking out from between the folds of her outer lips.  She
trembled and stroked my face.

Getting to my feet I led her to the bedroom and once again placed the leather
cuffs on her ankles and wrists.  I put the collar around her neck and picked
up the chain.  When I pulled the loose end between her legs she jumped a
little and smiled at her own lack of imagination in wearing it before.I knelt
and spread her lips again moving the chain between them, kissed her there
again and got my robe.

 - Dinner Lesson - Üj܌
Ann needed the time to fix her hair and do whatever else women do to make them
feel more desireable.  While she was doing this I went down to the kitchen to
put the finishing touches on the Scampi and char broil the steaks.  When I
walked into the kitchen, I noticed that Ann had set the table for a romantic
dinner for two, candles and all.  I opened the bottle of wine and settled down
at the table to await her appearance.

Ann came down glowing.  She came to the chair and on her own lowered her eyes
and stood with her hands by her side, saying nothing.  I took the time to
drink in her sexiness.  Her lightly tanned skin giving way to the milky white
bikini line, accentuated her breasts and lower tummy.  Her soft brown pubic
hair, trimmed for her bikini, formed a small triangle pointing to her sex and
just a hint of blushing pink showed at its apex.  She was obviously still in
an excited state.  I reached out and with a moistened finger, slid between the
folds causing her to jump slightly at the touch.

"Do you feel sexy, Ann?" I asked her.

"Oh yes, more then any other time in my life.", was her quick reply.

"That is wonderful, Ann.  You are more then sexy, love, you are all that
female sexuality is about.", I replied.

Looking at her did not even make her nervous now.  I drank in the sight of her
naked form.  The black collar with its ring in the front, the black bands on
her wrists and ankles and the tiny gold chain speaking volumes to me on her
submission.

There she stood, totally fresh, erotic, sensual and completely available to
me.  It was then I realized that, while I may seem in control, this woman,
whom I loved dearly, was actually in control of me.

Everything about her made me realize that there could be no other woman that
could do to me what she was doing now.  I was falling, charmed into complete
worship of her entire personhood.  In asking her to devote herself to me, I
received a gift from her which I now must handle with all the love and care
that is possible. I was caught and hoplessly imprisoned by her dedication and
love for me.  Ironic as it was, by becoming her master, I had become her
slave.

Ann served us dinner and I watched fascinated as her every move drove me
further into the turmoil of primal urges.  It was all that I could do to keep
my hands off her while we sat and discussed what had already happened. It
seemed that even though Ann was intimidated by this at first, she had found
release in knowing that she was not in control.  It seemed that it gave her
"permission" of sorts to let herself go and release herself to sensual
pleasures.  I was delighted to hear her able to express herself in this way.
I talked to her and told her how I had felt and thanked her once more for her
gift.

Now would come the difficult part.  I wanted to make the roles we were playing
be consistent with the idea of a master-slave relationship.  I was still a
little scared that pushing the fantasy too far may have an adverse effect, butÜj܌decided to risk it.  While Ann cleaned
up the kitchen, I began to watch for
some foolish thing that I could "blame" and punish her for. When I found it,
it was foolish - for sure.

"Ann, I have been sitting here patiently waiting for you to serve coffee. Not
only did you ignore my request, but you act as if you never heard it!", I said
knowing full well that she could not have heard what I did not request.

"You didn't ask for cofee.", she answered.

"Ann, I believe you meant to say I am sorry, didn't you?  You must understand
that I was serious when I asked you for unquestioned obedience. Please come
over here and kneel at my feet, Ann."

Ann moved to me, but slower this time and a little unsure of what I was going
to do.  She looked into my eyes as if to say "Be gentle", as she knelt on the
floor.

"Ann, raise your hands above your head, please." I said this very softly but
without a hint of emotion.  She did so hesitantly, lifting her breasts as her
arms went higher.  I reached to her and as I explained what I expected of her
once more I let my hands glide over the twin globes presented to me in such an
unprotected way.  Suddenly I took her nipples between my thumbs and
forefingers and pinched them.  It was mildly painful, but not enough to even
make Ann cry out.  In fact she moaned softly and looked at me with love
written in her eyes.  I asked her if she understood and she replied with a nod
of her head.  Again I pinched her and told her that verbal answers were
required when I spoke to her.

"Yes, Michael, I understand.", she said.

Again I caressed her breasts and told her that the rest of the evening would
be considered training for our new positions in our relationship.  As I talked
I had her stand and indicated that she should spread her legs.  I reached
between them and felt that she was totally turned on now, responding amazingly
to the whole situation.  I continued to talk to her while petting and stroking
her pussy.  My fingers were soaked.  She listened as if in a trance.  I told
her that tonight, she would learn how to ask for what she wanted and not be
afraid to tell me in exact terms, her thoughts, desires and needs.  I led her
upstairs to the bedroom.

 - Ann's Captivity Begins -

Ann hesitated just the slightest moment as we entered into the bedroom. Later
she would tell me how her thoughts carried her into mild panic that afternoon
when she had prepared the bed for this night.  She knew that I would never do
anything to harm her, but it was unimaginable to her that she should be tied
there helpless to hide, conceal or defend her body in any way.

Ann also confessed to me later that she never really felt sexy while naked and
that she had feared feeling like a fool by complying with my desires. Not that
she wasn't capable of passion, for she was to an extreme, but not until she
crossed some remote threshold of ecstasy that broke the barriers, she never
believed that she was capable of arousing erotic desires with her body. Üj܌
As with all of us, she did not see her beauty and allowed some other mental
image of the perfect woman to stand in the way of her awareness of what she
was to me.  Ann was about to learn that she was all that I needed or desired
in a woman.  She was about to come to terms with her own eroticism and
sensuality.  Ann would know soon, that I loved her exactly as she was.  The
only change I wanted in here was her knowledge that she was my woman and
capable of fulfilling all that I could ever desire in a life's partner.

Ann walked to the bed and I felt her tremble as I touched her shoulder and
pushed her once more to her knees.  I took the blindfold and carefully
arranged it so that she could see no light.

I then stood her on her feet and said to her: "Ann, you and I have had a
relationship that has grown stale in some ways.  We have not been able to
trust each other with our innermost secrets and desires.  We have, until now,
not expressed our needs or wants for fear that somehow we would be rejected.
I have risked a lot in this experiment, and so have you.  Now it is too late
to turn back even if we wanted to.  I am going to bring you pleasure beyond
anything that you have known so far.  Tonight is just the beginning of our new
life together. Tonight by becomming my slave, you will find total freedom!"

With these words, I picked her up, kissed her soft lips and laid her on the
bed.  I gently took her hand and after kissing it and caressing it, pulled it
taut and fed the nylon strap through the steel ring on the cuff.  I then did
the same to the other hand.  Walking to the center of the bed, I took the rope
that was passed under the bed and tied a loop around her right leg just above
the knee and then went to the other side and did the same pulling them open so
that her knees almost touched the matress.  I then secured the anklets to the
nylon ties at the foot of the bed.

Ann was now tied in such a way that she could not close her legs or move her
arms.  I then took a pillow and raising her hips tucked it under her lifting
her shapely behind off the bed.

I then told her that she was not to talk or make a sound unless I gave her
permission.

"Not a sound, Ann, is that clear?", I said to which she responded "Yes." in a
whimper-like voice.  That was greeted with a slap across her raised behind and
again the command, "Not a sound!".

This time Ann shook her head yes and received a quick kiss to each breast and
on her mouth.  When I kissed her, the hunger in her mouth was evident as she
struggled to prolong the contact. She was looking for reassurance.  I gave it
to her!

As I stepped back to observe my handiwork a feeling of satisfaction that I had
never known overtook me.  Here before me on the bed, tied and helpless was the
form of the faceless woman of my fantasies.  Wonderfully erotic in her
helplessness, overwhelmingly sensuous in her glorious womanhood, and
animalistically arousing in her nakedness, she had me in fully in her power
and I would never be the same again.  I was helpless before her charms and
hypnotised by her wanton beauty. Üj܌
I moved to the bedside and sat next to her.  Next to the bed was a small
bottle of scented and flavored massage oil.  I took the bottle and began with
her right arm.  After pouring the oil on it, I began to rub it into each tiny
area of exposed skin.  The oil got warm when rubbed or blown on, as a matter
of fact it got hot.  I blew softly on it, heating it up and then used my
tongus in soft velvety licks to remove the oil from her wrist.  Next I did the
same to her shoulders and neck.  For the next hour I busied myself covering
every square inch of exposed skin with the exception of her breasts, inner
thighs and her pussy.  I momentarily touched her there and she was dripping
wet with desire now, but relief was still a long way off for Ann.

Moving back to her upper torso, I rubbed the oil into her breast, being
careful not to touch the nipple.  I spent a long time gently massaging and
blowing on the slick skin, heating the oil and sensing her reaction.  Each
time Ann would move to try to get me to suckle her swollen nipple, she would
receive instead a pinch instead.  I was lost in the softness of her beautiful
breasts and the textures that I seemed to newly discover with each passing
moment.

Finally sure that Ann was worked to a fever pitch, I stopped and asked her,
"Ann, what would you like me to do for you now?  You can talk to me, hon."

"Please, Michael, I am on fire, please!", she said.

Of course I could imagine what she wanted, but would not give in.

Instead I said, "Ann, you have to be specific.  I know what you want and you
know what you want.  Why can't you tell me? I will not continue until you
do.", to emphasize this I reached down and cupped her soft, wet mound in my
hand momentarily.  Ann instantly moved herself against it and I pulled away.

"My god, Michael, I need you.  Please!", she said.  I said nothing.  I moved
from the bed to a lounge chair and sat quietly.

"Michael?" Ann said after a minute, "Michael, where are you?" Again I was
silent.

Ann struggled against her bonds now only to discover for the first time that
she was indeed helpless.  After 10 minutes of not answering, I walked quietly
to the bedside once more.

I removed the chain from between her legs and said, "You wish me to continue
the massage?"

"Oh yes, please, Michael, please.", Ann was frantic in her answer.

I took the oil and smoothed some of it on her inner thigh from the knee to
where the flesh curves inward to form the outer lips of her pussy.

With slow deliberate care, I began to alternately rub and blow on the oil.
Then ever so slowly began to lick it off of her working upward until I got to
those soft folds of down covered flesh.  Momentarily I let my tongue flick
over her clitoris and withdrew to the other thigh, where I began the processÜj܌all over again.  By the time I had once
more reached her wide open pussy, her
own juices were visibly coating her cheeks and some had already stained the
pillow.  Ann was delerious now.  She began bucking to reach my face, but I
avoided all but the briefest touches to her sex. Ann began to plead with me
now in earnest.

"Michael, please eat me.  Please touch my pussy, Michael, I can't take this
any longer! Let me come, Michael, please let me come.", she was almost crying
now.

As a reward for her honesty, I leaned forward and kissed her full on her
spread pussy lips.  I poured some oil on it and watched the fluid as it ran
over her mound, flowed across her swollen inner lips and into her open vagina,
to mix with her own sweet juices.  Ann hissed thru her teeth as she moved her
hips trying to contain her passion which was about to explode in
uncontrollable wantonness.

I laid down between her splayed legs and softly blew on the oil.  I could feel
the heat from her pussy as it combined with her own.  She let out a cry at the
sensations I was causing her to experience.

"Oh god, please, let me come, Michael, please don't make me wait any longer.",
she cried out.

I then began to slowly lick the oil and her natural lubricant from her exposed
sex.  She shook violently each time that I touched the fleshy hood covering
her clit. Shock waves of pleasure shot thru her body as she thrusted her hips
and tried to grind her pussy into my face.  I did not allow that yet, but kept
distance enough so that only the tip of my tongue touched her.

Finally I moved up and clamped my lips over her clitoris and biting ever so
gently took it into my mouth and flicked across it with my tongue.  I had
never seen Ann react this way before.  She became an animal and her cries
matched her fury.

I slid two fingers inside her and reached her g-spot letting her press
downward and move against them.  I felt her muscles tighten and loosen in
spasmodic contractions as she began her orgasm.  It was like a string of
firecrackers.  One after another they came each one more violent then the one
before. I used my tongue to tease her clit as it attempted to withdraw from
direct stimulation. Licking each side of the tiny shaft, rolling it between my
lips until Ann collapsed in exhaustion and lay still.

I moved to her face and heard her soft sobs.  She turned to me and her lips,
swollen from her own biting, parted for a deep hungering kiss.  She then moved
her mouth to taste her own passion which was on my face still.  I had never
been with this Ann.  This was a whole new woman, a whole new adventure in
sexuality.

After that, I released her and we made slow, passionate love.

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