Here's a story from Lessie's perspective:
From the moment I caught James staring at me in the office, I knew I wanted to turn his world upside down. There was something about his shy glances, the way he'd blush when I'd lean over his desk to "check" a report, that sparked a wild idea in me.
One Friday, after everyone had left, I invited him to my place under the pretense of finishing a project. But work was the last thing on my mind.
As soon as he stepped into my apartment, I could see the surprise in his eyes. My attire wasn't business casual—it was all black lace and confidence. "Sit," I commanded, pointing to a chair I had strategically placed in the center of my living room. His hesitation was brief, his curiosity winning over.
I walked around him, letting my fingers trail over his shoulders. "You've been watching me, James. Now, it's my turn to watch you." With that, I produced silk ties, binding his wrists behind the chair. His breath hitched, and I could see the mix of fear and excitement in his eyes.
Leaning in, I whispered, "Let's see how much you can take." I started slow, teasing, my touches light but deliberate. Each time he got close, I pulled back, watching him squirm, his pleas for release only fueling my control.
By the second time he was begging, his voice hoarse, his body straining against the ties. I reveled in the power, in how his body responded to my every command. The third time, I was merciless, using everything from my hands to my lips, driving him to the edge until he couldn't hold back. PART 2 IN COMMENT SECTION!