What does Jan want from me? And what do I want from him? I am standing by his bed, my arms stretched out above me, BDSM style, suspended from ropes that loop around my wrists. His hands and mouth have explored my body; tantalising and arousing, teasing and pleasing. My skin is still tingling, my nipples still taut. My pussy has been pleasured to orgasm, but there is still a yearning ache between my legs. Surely he won’t leave me in this state, only partially satisfied? Why hasn’t he fucked me? Is he bored? Has he lost interest? Such stupid questions. The bulge in his pants is evidence enough of his desire. He is still teasing me. He knows I want his mouth on mine, his cock to fill me. Should I leave? Perhaps I should. Perhaps I need to show him who has the real control. And yet, there he sits, silently watching me, with those intense eyes, with that same, self-assured, confident look that first attracted me six months ago. I need to be fucked.
And yet, there he sits, silently watching me, with those intense eyes, with that same, self-assured, confident look that first attracted me six months ago. I need to be fucked.
I work for my father in a small construction company. Three years ago, after I’d finished my accounting and finance degree, he took me on as a trainee manager. I loved the banter and the friendly atmosphere and I quickly settled in.
Six months ago we advertised for a foreman. Jan was one of the applicants. When he walked into the office I felt an instant attraction. He was lean and muscular and had an unmistakably masculine presence. His eyes were particularly attractive; there was an alluring intensity about them. The first time he looked at me I felt as though he’d seen into my soul.
We interviewed Jan and he got the job. He had excellent qualifications and proved to be a very competent and hard working foreman. He was his own man.
Once or twice a week, Jan would come to the office to update my father and talk about any work problems. Technically, I was his boss and I would often sit in on these meetings. I looked forward to his visits. The meetings were usually short, Jan didn’t waste words, he always got straight to the point. I loved listening to the deep tone of his voice, which was enhanced by an attractive Polish accent. When I visited the sites with my father, to check on work, it was apparent that Jan had the respect of the men he supervised. I saw glimpses of a sense of humour, a playfulness that wasn’t there when he spoke to me, although he was always polite and respectful. This irritated me. I wanted his attention.
I made several attempts to engage him in more than just superficial conversation but I didn’t get anywhere. Eventually, I gave up. I began to feel an animosity toward him, which I tried to keep in check. I knew I was being irrational.
It was last week that the situation changed. I was sitting at my desk, on a Friday afternoon, sorting out an admin problem, when an e-mail came in from a friend of mine. She’d often attach an interesting picture to the e-mail. I clicked on the attachment and the screen filled with a picture of a woman on a leash. She was on all fours fellating a man in a dinner suit. From the background it appeared as though they were at a sophisticated party. It was a very sexy picture. I studied it for a while but had to minimise the picture when Jan unexpectedly came into the office. We made brief, polite conversation before he queried the location of a new job his gang would be starting the following week.
‘Where is it?’ he asked.
‘Hold on,’ I said, typing the address into the computer. As I typed, he came and stood behind me. I felt myself tense a little. As a map appeared he bent down to examine the screen and I could smell his masculine aroma and feel his warm breath on my neck. It unsettled me ‘Oh, I know where that is,’ he said. ‘Have you got the telephone number?’
Distracted by the deep, mellow vibration of his voice I inadvertently clicked on the minimised image my friend had sent. I sat, frozen with embarrassment, as a picture of a woman on a leash, greedily fellating a man in a dinner suit, filled the screen. There was a sickening silence. Jan was still behind me so I couldn’t see his reaction. I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me. I muttered a hurried apology and went to click it off but I felt his hand on top of mine. ‘No, don’t get rid of it. It’s a beautiful picture.’ His voice was gentle but firm. ‘Do you like it?’
‘A friend sent it to me as a practical joke,’ I explained, weakly.
‘But do you like it?’ he repeated.
‘I’m not sure.’
‘I do,’ he said. ‘It’s very arousing I love the look on her face. That’s the look of an uninhibited woman who enjoys sex. It’s very erotic.’He gave me a kindly smile but his eyes bore into me.
‘There’s a theory that people who have a lot of responsibility and power in their personal lives enjoy the release that this type of submission brings. Do you think that’s the case?’
‘I’m not sure,’ I said, repeating myself. I sounded dull and priggish and I felt horribly flustered. I clicked off the picture and Jan, aware that this was a signal for the conversation to stop, shrugged his shoulders and stood up.
‘Okay, I have all the details I need. I’ll call you up on Monday and let you know if there are any problems.’ He walked to the door and paused. ‘Let me know if you get any more pictures like that. I find them very sexy.’ He smiled. It was a sincere, friendly smile and he left me feeling vulnerable and inexplicably aroused.
I didn’t see or hear from Jan all week. And then, on the Friday afternoon, he walked into the office and put an envelope on the desk.‘What’s that?’ I asked.
‘What’s that?’ I asked.
‘Instructions,’ he said.
‘Instructions for what?’
‘Instructions for a beautiful experience.’ He turned and walked out of the office, but just as he reached the door he turned back and looked at me with those intense eyes. ‘It’s up to you,’ he said, with that delicious accent. Then he left.
I opened the envelope and took out a piece of folded paper. It read:
‘Tomorrow. Ten o’clock. Fifteen B Compton Street. Further instructions will be taped to the door. Wear a dress and some pretty lingerie. Think of the picture.’
There was a key in the envelope.
I was outraged. How dare he treat me with such disrespect? I felt embarrassed, the picture had obviously given him the wrong idea about me. But I was also intrigued. I had to admit that I fancied him like mad. And what if I didn’t show up? That would be a slap in the face and he’d probably never bother with me again. But what was he planning? Why had he alluded to the picture? I felt aroused and excited. Later that evening I texted the friend who had sent me the picture, telling her about the letter. She replied: ‘Just do it!’
I decided to take a chance and having made the decision I was filled with an exhilarating sense of adventure. The following morning I got up, had a long, relaxing bath and picked out a suitable dress. I put on a pair of lacy briefs, suspenders and stockings and decided to go braless. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt such excitement.
I arrived at the address dead on ten. It was a large, Edwardian building that had been converted into flats. I let myself into the main entrance and walked, apprehensively, up a wide set of stairs until I reached flat B. An envelope was taped to the door. My name was on it. I took it down and opened it. Inside was a note and another key.
‘Let yourself in. Go to the bedroom where you will find me. Above the bed there are two ropes with loops. Undress. Secure your hands in these loops and wait. Do not speak at any time. If you do the experience will end. Do you trust me? If not, then leave now.’
I consider myself to be a strong, independent woman and I was irritated by the dominating, presumptuous tone of the note. However, the thought of submitting myself to Jan was extremely arousing. What could possibly await me? I put the key in the lock and opened the door. The hallway was large. A number of doors led off it. All were closed. I opened the nearest. It was a beautifully decorated bathroom. I walked around it. My heels clicked loudly on the tiled floor. I knew he would be able to hear me in the silence of the flat. I felt exhilarated, alive. The next door led to a bedroom, the next to the kitchen and the next to a living room. Each room was stylishly decorated. I took my time looking around, knowing he could hear me, excited by the increasing tension. The final door I opened tentatively, knowing he was in the room, waiting. The door opened onto a sumptuously decorated bedroom. A four-poster bed stood in the middle of the room and to the left of that, in a corner of the room, in a large armchair, sat Jan. He was naked except for a pair of pants. My mouth watered slightly as I scanned his muscular torso and legs. He didn’t smile but his eyes met mine and then looked toward the four-poster bed where I noticed the ropes hanging from the supports.
I knew I would submit, I wanted to. I made my way over to the bed and slowly, teasingly, removed my dress and let it drop to the floor. I looked across at Jan. His face was impassive but I noticed with great satisfaction, the flare of his nostrils and the bulge in his pants. I looped my hands through the ropes leaving my arms outstretched and suspended. Jan picked up a collar and leash from a table next to the armchair and then walked over to me. His eyes had remained fixed on mine, their effect on me was mesmerising.
My heart was pounding and my body was trembling with excitement and trepidation. I felt a pleasant shock as he rested one hand on my belly and stroked my hair with the other. He then pushed my hair back from my shoulders and secured the collar around my neck so that the tasselled leash hung between my breasts. I made no effort to resist. He stroked my hair again and rested his forehead against mine. I felt his soft, warm breath and I waited for the touch of his lips on mine. But it never came. Instead, his head moved down toward my breasts and I felt his mouth on my nipple, gently biting and sucking, releasing threads of pleasure that ran down my belly, titillating my pussy. And then he began playing with the tasselled leash softly lashing my belly, further arousing me. I was his, willingly submitting myself to the pleasure he wished to inflict. Jan began to explore my body with his mouth, running his tongue up and down it, licking, kissing and sucking while I squirmed with pleasure. Every so often he would break away and look deeply and searchingly into my eyes, further entrancing me, subduing any resistance I might have felt. Eventually, he knelt down and slipped off my briefs and I gasped as I felt his hand massage my cunt. He stood up, went over to the small table and returned with a vibrator, which he switched on and gently rubbed over my nipples, down over my belly and then between my legs. I was now groaning uncontrollably as my body responded to the agitating vibrations releasing pulses of pleasure.
Jan dropped back to his knees and I felt the head of the vibrator between the lips of my cunt and his mouth and tongue massaging my clit. I gasped and shuddered, my belly heaved and my hips undulated. My hands gripped tightly to the ropes, tensing with pleasure as I enjoyed a shuddering orgasm.And then, suddenly, Jan left me. He walked back to the armchair, seated himself and stared at me, his face impassive, his eyes intense. He’d broken me. I’d submitted. The game was over.And here I stand
And here I stand feeling confused and vulnerable, I dress and, without speaking, walk to his front door and then I stop. He’s left me in a state of heightened, unsated arousal. I need to feel his tongue in my mouth and his cock inside me. I need to be fucked. How dare he leave me in such a state. I turn around and walk back into the bedroom. He is still in the armchair his eyes on the door. He has been waiting, expecting.
And then, suddenly, I understand. He’s played with me, aroused me, his fingers and mouth have pleasured my cunt. It is I who must now approach him, it is I who must submit again. I must now offer myself completely. For him to fulfil my needs, I must fulfil his.
I walk over to him, I bend down and kiss him. He responds, opening his mouth, greedily taking my tongue. I feel the grip of his hands on my buttocks, and then he scoops me up in his arms and carries me over to the bed where he feasts on my cunt. And then he mounts me. His cock fills me and he rides me, vigorously, passionately. His fucking is unrestrained, his lust unbridled. He had been in control but now he surrenders to his lust, he surrenders to me.
