Katarina "Kat" moved here as a refugee when the war erupted in her country. She was typical of the women from her homeland I had met over the past few months: attractively unassuming, someone you wouldn't necessarily notice twice. Back home, she was an engineer and quickly got assigned to my team. We formed a strong bond as she adapted to a new country, language, and customs. As a single mom, her unwavering commitment to her kids earned my respect. The few times she brought them to the office, I found myself genuinely enjoying their presence, allowing them to play freely. It reminded me of my own childhood in a bustling household with six siblings. While Kat and I had a strong professional relationship, I didn't feel a personal attraction to her, despite our easy rapport. Aside from the fact that we were colleagues, there was a secret about me that no one at work knew: my profound interest in BDSM. This aspect of my life, filled with arrangements and rendezvous organized through a specialized website, often intimidated most women I met.

After a few months, I started to notice something; Kat seemed interested in more than just a platonic relationship. She knew I didn't have a girlfriend or a preference for men, so perhaps culturally, my lack of reciprocation was confusing to her. Things came to a head one day during a lunch break when she teasingly cornered me in my office, perching on my lap and playfully grabbing my tie.

“What is it, you don’t think Katarina pretty?” she asked, her accent adding a sultry tone to her query.

“It’s not that,” I responded, gently caressing her waist. The physical closeness we shared wasn’t the kind that stirred my desires – too vanilla, lacking the ropes and whips that ignited my passion. “So why don’t you take Katarina to dinner and a movie? Katarina feels sad…” She pouted, playfully wiggling on my lap.

“Kat, there are things I enjoy that some might find too... naughty,” I said, hoping to gently hint at my interests. I was aware of Kat's dominant role in her personal life and her history of unsuccessful dates. Our age similarity – both in our 30s – made me believe we might not be the best match. “What, I can be naughty!!!” she exclaimed. But I simply smirked, doubting her readiness for my world. After much coaxing from her throughout the afternoon, I finally relented and promised to text her a link after work. Her reaction, filled with giddiness and a bright smile, suggested she was excited about being let in. Little did she know, the link I planned to send was likely to give her pause and perhaps lead her to reconsider.

The link I texted her was to an online photo gallery I had made. It was a collection of women in different states of submission and domination I had taken while on encounters. It was extensive and detailed, that poor single mom I thought would get the shock of her life. I saw the ‘Kat is typing’ notice appear several times on her text profile but it suddenly stopped, I knew that this would probably be it for Kat.

About an hour later I got a notice that I had received a picture … It was … Was it ??? My dick went from placid to rigid as my jaw dropped …. Kat had sent me a nude, I think there just wasn’t anymore time to waste. “Get a babysitter” to which she responded “Your house in an hour” I acknowledged.

Kat arrived with nothing but a trench coat on, she opened the buttons and stood naked … naked in my house, I grabbed her hand and brought her to the bedroom where a waist high wooden block greeted her. I attached her to it with a pair of handcuffs and put a gag in her mouth, she had done a rookie mistake by putting on makeup, her sweat would make it run all over her face very soon but she didn’t know it yet. Her clean shaven pussy was already glistening and I grabbed the vaginal ‘viber’ that I covered in lube, I spread her legs wide and entered her placing it perfectly where I’d be able to remote control it while she was tied up, her muffled moans indicated her approval and that’s when I smacked her ass with force making her bounce up and land on her toes. The red mark of my hand visible, the force of my hand having loosened a thin spit like leak of her vaginal juices …

I continued until I knew it was enough … grabbing the remote I started on the lowest setting knowing the vibrator was firmly pressing on her clit. If she slapping had made her raise her ass to me, the vibrator made her fall to her knees. She grunted and moaned and breathed heavily, I kept going until I realized an hour had passed since we had started this session. I removed the gag from her mouth and she looked up at me, covered in sweat. “P …. Please more” she said. At this point I thought it was probably better to start giving her some relief, and I opened my zipper letting out my cock, she smiled but that smile turned to wide-eyed surprise as I pushed to the back of her throat forcing her to gag, her saliva turning my dick into a slobbery mess, I pursued the hard blowjob bringing her to the verge of throwing up.

I knew she wouldn’t be able to stay bent over much longer so I removed the vibrator and forcefully started fucking her pussy with vicious speed and force making her hold onto the wooden block for dear life.

“Take my cum in your ass, you slut” I said as I pulled out of her pussy and entering her ass. She moaned like a dog to the moon as I unloaded.

I let her catch her breathe, still attached, cum spurting out of her ass in small farts making the semen leaking onto her pussy and floor. I unhooked her from the block and brought her head to the floor so she could lick it clean.

Done, she grabbed a towel and headed to the bathroom to clean up.

Upon cleaning up she came out and looked at me for a second

“Tomorrow, Katarina wants it harder”