Their first time. She met him for the first time, funnily enough, in the small store in her housing complex. He said excuse me, and leaned passed her for milk. She was taken with his appearance. He was younger than her, maybe early 30s, brown hair, well dressed, clean shaven. She smiled a half smile at him, and he was gone. She saw him a few times after that, in the store, but never spoke to him, just admired him from a distance. Once or twice he would look her way, smile sweetly, and be gone. Then came the day they met for real.

She was a project manager for a large company, and ran a team of a dozen men & women. One day someone from HR appeared in her office and said they had a new hire for her to add to the team, and there he was. He wore a crisp suit, his hair was perfect, his smile glowing, his jaw chiseled, and he smelled exquisite. He introduced himself, they shook hands, and he was off again to his desk, his scent lingering in her office. For the next year he worked dutifully under her, always professional, always well dressed, and always smelling exquisite. He seemed to hold her gaze for a bit longer than others, and smile a bit wider... but maybe that was her imagination. After all, she was a 42 year old project manager, and he a 33 year old team member. Surely not, she thought, but the idea never really went away. Over time they developed a close bond, working together. They sometimes had lunch at the same time, and had many conversations about a variety of things, their lives, their hobbies, their plan for the future ....always friendly, maybe a touch flirtatious even, but always professional, and, in her mind, never long enough. They went on team building exercises together, and he was the one to pull her back into the raft when she fell out on the low rapids. She felt silly for doing it, but was grateful he was there. Not that somebody was there, but that he, specifically, was there. He stood up for her when a project failed, reminding the higher-ups that it was an outside provider that let them down, and that she had done all in her power to avoid it. He was the only one to do so. This guy has sass, she thought, clearly he isn't afraid to say what needs to be said. The thoughts in her mind about his became stronger, deeper, darker, and more common. But still, she was his boss, and professional to the core.

Her work life and habits did not really define her though, and she yearned to break out of the mold society placed on her. Her fantasies were deep and dark, and as such, she kept them to herself, sharing them only with her pornhub account and her wish list. Past boyfriends had never pushed her into divulging her desires, being happy to mearly please her, without challenging her to go beyond what most consider the norm, into the forbidden world of pleasure and pain that awaits anyone with a mind to explore it. Her workplace attire often hid this secret, for under the crisp clean skirt and jacket lay lingerie totally unsuited to the workplace, but it was her secret, and she kept it well. She hadn't really noticed that she had been allowing herself this guilty pleasure more often since he joined the team, but she wished he knew. She wished someone knew. Her world changed the day she walked into the office and he wasn't at his desk. He was always there before her, and always greeted her with a smile. She had come to rely on this smile, depend on it even, and when she didn't get it, she was despondent. His personal effects were gone, the photo of his dog, the personal coffee cup he always used. Today will be a bad day, she thought, but the truth would surprise her. She was typing out an email to HR to ask what they knew when he appeared in her door. She smelled him before she saw him, his exquisite scent wafting into her senses, and she looked up at him, trying to hide her delight at seeing him there.

"hi", he said "I'm glad you're here". "I'm glad you're here too" she replied, but she wasn't about to let on why. "I was just emailing HR to ask about you" "Yes I asked them not to tell you" he replied, " I wanted to pleasure of telling you myself" Tell me what, she thought, and waited with silent apprehension. "Ive been promoted. I'm going to be leading the second project team. I guess you could say we are now equals" he calmly proclaimed.

But she was not calm at all. Her heart raced. This was huge news. In the corporate world, dating those beneath you was frowned upon.... but as equals ... that was different. He explained that he would on the same floor, and that they would have to work together to, as he put it, 'make things happen'. "yes of course, make things happen" she blurted out, not realising her face had turned red at the myriad of things that might mean. "Great" he said, "maybe ill see you at lunch". She smiled, quickly offered her congratulations, and he was gone. She sat at her desk, closed her eyes, and smiled. Equals, she thought, I wonder what that means. The phone ringing snapped her back into reality, and her day began, her professionalism returned, and that was it. It was two weeks later when she bumped into him in the small store where they first met. She turned into a new aisle, and there he was. His scent assailed her nostrils, and his smile lit up her eyes. "Hello there" he said, "I'm so glad I ran into you" "oh really" she replied, " why is that" "I have something for you, its your birthday tomorrow, right" He had remembered. The previous year she had received flowers from an old flame on her birthday, delivered to the office. She hated flowers, but he had remembered that day. "yes, yes it is, that's very sweet of you" She tried to hide that fact that this seemed the most exciting thing to happen to her in a long time. "What is it?" "well that's a surprise. I'm just not sure how to get it to you. Should I bring it to your apartment, or ...." "How about I come to yours, I assume its there?" She had no idea where lived, but guessed it was close. She wasn't sure about showing him her place just yet. A girl has to have secrets, right? "great" he replied, "I live just over there, in B305. Would you like it now, or should we wait until tomorrow?" She was tired of waiting. She had been waiting for nearly two years. She wanted to be closer to this man, and one more day just wouldn't cut it. "Now is good" she said, "lets do it now" "Alright" he said, " Lets go". They paid for their items, and left the store together. Together, she thought, could this actually be happening? The walk to his apartment took only a few minutes, but it seemed like forever to her. They reached his apartment and went inside. It was warm and inviting, clean and tidy, and, like him, smelled divine. He took her jacket and store-bought items, and placed them on the table. She looked around the lounge-room, noticing the photos of places he had been and people he had known, the various plants and the contended cat. He had a sleeping mask on the back of a chair, and a silk dressing gown. This man knew how to live, she thought, and admired his taste. "Well I uhh guess I should go & and get your present" He said,"please just wait here a moment" Before she could even think of the ramifications of what she said she blurted out "aren't you going to blindfold me" flicking a glance at the sleeping mask draped over the back of the chair, "after all, it is a surprise" He smiled a slightly devious smile, reached for the mask, and slid it over her head. She stood in the darkness, anticipating what he had for her. The thought of having the blindfold on gave her a perverse thrill. It made her think of her dark desires, her fantasies of being out of control, her want to not have to take charge, to just lie back and be enjoyed. She heard him leave the room and walk down the hall, then moments later, she heard him walk back into the room.

"you can take the mask off now" he said. She slid the mask up onto her forehead and looked at the beautiful antique doll he had in his hands. She remembered mentioning once that she collected such dolls, and again, he had remembered. It was one she didn't have, and she smiled. "thank you", she said, smiling. The moment was ruined by his ringing phone, and he glanced at it with a disapproving look. "I have to take this" he said, "its work, you understand. Ill go into the other room, please make yourself comfortable, I could be ten minutes"

He left the room, and she heard him walk down the hall. She stood there for a few moments, an then, with a sly grin, slipped the blindfold back over her eyes. Her heart raced a bit & her breath quickened, it felt so naughty. Her ears listened for his footsteps as she wondered what she could do to make the situation even more risque. She slipped off her shoes and knelt down on the soft carpet, her hands sub-consciously moving up and down her own thighs, occasionally slipping across her chest. She felt her nipples stiffen, and it wasn't due to the temperature. In fact, she felt positively overheated all of a sudden. She listened carefully, still no sound from the hallway. Her hands moved slowly across her own body, and she felt a sensation she hadn't ever felt before.

Then it hit her. She smelled his scent like he was right in front of him. She froze, and she could hear her own heart beat through her chest. She reached out a hand, and brushed his leg. He had removed his own shoes down the hall, not realizing the scene he was going to return to, not realising she was relying on hearing his footsteps to hide the game she was playing. She started to stand up and felt a hand on her shoulder, preventing her from doing so. She blushed, and he knelt down in front of her, lowering himself to her height, putting himself on her level. She could hear him breathe, and it seemed just as deep and just as strong as her own. "Is this what you want" he asked, softly "yes" she answered, without thinking "Do you trust me" he asked, just as softly "yes" she again replied, sure of her answer, but unsure where it would lead her. "Then please, come with me" He took her hands & helped her to her feet. She walked forward, guided by his hands, down into the rest of the house, down a hallway, and into a room. The door closed behind her, and she felt him let her hands go. She stood in the room, silent, slightly afraid, but very aroused. She heard him move about the room, and not a word was spoken for what seemed like an age, but was actually barely a minute. She felt him move in behind her, his hands gently touched her arms, which hung at her sides, and she felt his breath on her neck. "Do you trust me" he asked again, and again she answered ".....yes" "Do you want this as much as I do" he asked ... again, her answer ..."yes" He let go of her arms and moved in front of her. "your safe word is Red" His words shocked her, as she hadn't thought about being unsafe. What was in store for her that she would need such a word, she thought. She nodded, and in a second, decided she had to find out. "Show me as much as you dare" he asked ... She didn't realise what he meant at first, but as he gently touched her collar, she realised he wanted her to undress. She unbuttoned her shirt, and dropped it to the ground. She unzipped her skirt, and dropped that as well. She stood before him in her bra and thong, planning on leaving it at that, but then she remembered that they did not match that day, so quickly unclipped her bra and dropped that as well. She stood before him, feeling more vulnerable than she had in a long time. She had obviously been naked with men before, but it didn't feel like this did. This felt far more lewd. She stood there in her own darkness, wondering what he was thinking. He stood before her, staring at this beautiful body that had been presented to him. Her delicate face, with the mask, looked like sculptured marble. Her hips moved down into her thighs like the pencil strokes of an artist. Her breasts seemed to move with her heartbeat, up & down, in perfect motion. What struck him was her nipples. He was a big admirer of women's nipples and these were perfect... Pink, erect, and surprisingly to him, pierced. Bars of stainless steel protruded through the sides, emphasizing their size and shape. He let out an audible gasp, and felt the blood move to his groin as his manhood swelled. He gently grasped her arms, and moved her a few feet to one side, turning her around, placing her where he wanted her. Again he asked... "do you trust me"... and again she said yes. She gasped when he pushed her backwards, and her hands grasped thin air as she fell. She fell backwards onto the bed, landing on the soft mattress. He grabbed her hands and pulled her further upwards, placing her head on a low pillow, and moving her arms outwards to the side, and her feet outwards towards the corner of the bed. She felt a soft hand grasp hers and a cuff being applied and tightened around her wrist. She wanted to panic but could only lie there, as he cuffed her other arm, and then first one leg and then the other. Within moments she was completely helpless, completely at his mercy. for the longest of moments nothing happened, then she felt his hands on her stomach, gently moving in slow circles, across her stomach, down her sides, down her thighs and calves, back up to her arms, and back to her stomach, at no stage touching her breasts or underwear-covered genitals. "Remember to breathe" he said, and she realised she had indeed been holding her breath. "focus on where i touch you, and breathing". She did as she was told, and shivered ran down her whole body. All of a sudden his hands transformed from soft pads to sharp nails, as he slowly dragged his fingernails across her skin. Her whole body pricked up as the combination of pleasure and pain coursed through her. Again he dragged his nails across her stomach, her hips, her inner thighs, back up her sides, down her arms, her elbows, and across her neck. Again he ignored her breasts, which ached to be touched, and again he ignored her genitals, which were starting to swell with arousal, and she felt sure she would leave a puddle on the bed if this went on. And went on it did. She focused her thoughts on breathing in & out, and on the tingling sensation still passing though her skin. It felt like lying naked on long grass as he ran his nails back and forth, up and down.She didn't know how much more she could take. He finally removed his hands from her skin, and again reminded her to breathe. She gasped as he gently ran his fingers down her face, tracing a line from her temple to her neck, down the valley between her breasts, to her naval. She wanted him to keep going, but he removed his hand from her body, and got off the bed. Again she lay briefly alone, tied to the bed, still in darkness, still trusting this man, still very aroused. What would be next, she thought, and longed to find out. She felt him get back on the bed, and felt the sharpness of the implement in his hand. He ran it up & down her skin, and this time the gentle pain she felt was more focused in a single spot. He rolled the small sharp wheel across her almost naked body as he had with his nails, but the sensation was focused on a single point. He rolled the wheel across her stomach, across her left hip, barely missing her bikini line and down her left inner thigh. She winced as the pinwheel flirted with her skin, being so close to breaking it but not quite doing so. Down her leg it went, then across to the other leg & back up. All the time he was doing this she was spread-eagled on the bed, unable to move about from involuntary spasms and lunges. Her hips lifted off the bed without her control, as her aroused vagina searched for his touch. She gasped, loudly, when he finally touched her breasts, rolling the pinwheel across her swollen nipples, circling her areola, first one, then the other. She bit her lip as the sensation surged through her, one part pain and one part pleasure. She bit her lip to stop the sounds coming from deep within her throat, as her entire body tingled, throbbed, and shivered at the touch he was forcing upon her. He stopped. Only then did she notice her breathing, and that she was drenched in sweat. her nipples hurt, in the best way, and begged for more touch. He looked at her, tied to the bed, breathing hard, sweating, and wondered how much more she wanted. He was determined to find out. He looked at his small collection of tools, and chose a set of nipple clamps. Her nipples deserved attention, gorgeous as they were, and he knelt next to her and attached the clamps, She squealed as the clamps pinched her delicate buds firmly. Pleasure coursed through her veins as he manipulated and toyed with her clamped Nipples, and then he revealed another weapon is his war on her senses. He turned on the small device in his hand & vibrations coursed through her body, directly down through her breasts, into her body, into every extremity, into her wet womanhood, making her shudder and squirm. He waited, and watched, and when he realised she wanted more, turned the vibrations up. First one level, then two, then three. Her whole body shook, courtesy of her nipples. He ran his fingers down down her face, across her throat, up to her mouth, which opened to accept his finger, but he gently stroked her lips and moved back down to her breasts. Her perfect breasts, her erect nipples, the centre of attention right now. He wondered what else she might like down to them, but for now, this would have to do. She lay there, feeling the pleasurable sensations go through her. She had always had sensitive nipples, but this was like nothing else she had ever felt. She wanted him to grab them, squeeze them tighter, pull on them, bite them. But she wasn't in charge, he was. She desperately wanted to tell him to just enter her right then and there, but that would mean the end of what she was feeling. Just as she felt she couldn't stand much more, the vibrations stopped, and the clamps were removed. She caught her breath briefly and felt the restraints being removed from her wrists, then her legs. She thought it was all over bar the fucking but he simply flipped her over onto her stomach and tied her back down. He stood over her, on the bed. He gazed at her perfect ass with a desire he hadn't felt in a long time. This was the first time he had seen it in all its glory, with just the thin line of her underwear preventing him from seeing her tight anus & obviously drenched vagina. He had admired her ass since they met, and it was even more perfect than he thought it would be. He almost lost his desire to do what he was about to do, as he didn't want to damage this perfect part of her, but he had dreamed of this day for a long time. He raised the flogger up, and bought it down on her milky white skin. wack the sensation pulled her out of her dream-like state with a roar. First one, then another wack. She winced, then moaned, then bit her lip. He moved around her whole body, lightly whipping her back, her arms, her inner thighs, her calves, gently teasing her body with the strands of leather. Every few moments he would returns to her buttocks and these strokes were harder, and faster, then the rest. wack wack her buttocks started to glow red with each stroke, then he would return to lightly flicking at her sensitive skin, every inch of her sensitive skin. She could feel the blood surging through her veins to her buttocks, making them glow redder and redder. wackwack he flicked, stroked, and attacked her senses. She involuntarily raised her buttocks off the bed to meet his strokes. After a short time he seemed to forget about the rest of her body and just hit her ass, again and again and again.

She seemed on the verge of shouting out 'red' when all of a sudden, he stopped. He climbed off the bed and undid her restraints one by one. He rolled her over, gently to as not her her sensitive back and buttocks, and gently kissed her lips. Her head spun with pleasure and pain, and even though they had not had sex, she felt almost satisfied. She looked at him for the first time in what seemed an age, and for the first time realised that he was still fully clothed. His erection strained at his trousers, but he made no attempt to release it. He stood her up & hugged her close for a minute, then helped her dress, without a word from either of them. She was still tingling, a little sore, and extremely aroused. "you stopped before I said red" she said, breaking the silence. "that's the point" he replied, "Its not supposed to get to that" She nodded, finished buttoning up her shirt, and they left the room. She collected her doll, and her other items, and he offered to walk her home, She accepted, and they walked hand in hand to her apartment, only a few minutes away. Again not a word was spoken, and when they reached her apartment he kissed her again, this time with a hint of tongue, and watched as she went in and closed the door behind her. Within minutes of being inside she was in the violent throes of an earth shattering orgasms, her favourite toy buried between her legs. She lay on her bed for a few moments afterwards, a feeling of satisfaction burning through her body, before falling into a deep sleep. She did not know it, but he had masturbated too, lying on the bed where her warm body had been only minutes before, inhaling the sweet scent she had left in a puddle on the sheets. His release was more powerful than anything he had every experienced, but afterwards, he did not sleep. He sat at his computer and opened his favorite shopping site. If this was going to continue like it had that night, He had things to buy. End