Seven Days of Service - Day 02

I made no pretense this evening of glancing away from her tits as we ate dinner. As I examined her display carefully, I could see that my attention to her breasts this evening was finally eliciting an involuntary response from her. Her areoles began wrinkling tightly around her turgid nipples, and as she watched me closely, I noted that a bright pink blush was creeping across her chest, rising to up her throat to her cheeks.

Dinner completed, I sat still as Cathy rose to clean off the table. Now that she was on her feet, I finally had a clear look at the rest of her lovely anatomy. Despite her seeming ease at being around me while naked, I could see that my increased attention to her unclothed condition was beginning to make her a little nervous. Once again, I instructed her to bring me and herself a beer when she finished in the kitchen, and to join me in the living room. So far, everything was playing out pretty much the same as the night before.

After several minutes, Cathy sauntered into the living room and stopping at the couch in front of me, reached out and offered me a beer. As she stood there waiting for instructions from me, she took a big pull on the longneck in her hand. Still looking kinda cocky, I thought. I need to change that, and soon.

Setting down my beer, I motioned her closer to me. Raising an eyebrow in question to my request, Cathy slowly moved closer to the couch, stopping just out of my reach.

As I stared directly at her pussy, I asked her, "Do you trust me Cathy?"

I hadn't bothered to cover my raging hard-on this time. Instead I sat back on the couch, my legs slightly apart with my hands resting on my thighs. As I waited for her answer, I noted that she was staring at my stiffened cock intently, a wry smile playing about her lips.

Finally she said, "You maybe, but I'm not so sure about your angry 'friend.'"

"You should feel flattered, my dear. The 'little guy' doesn't get out much, but he always shows his appreciation for a beautiful woman, although seldom this persistently. Don't worry though; the 'little head' doesn't completely control the big one . . . yet."

"Little Guy?" she asked, with a smirk on her face.

Again, the raised eyebrow. There was no reason for her to distrust me, I thought. I had a sterling reputation for being fair and aboveboard with clients, staff and acquaintances.

So I dealt her my trump card.

"We're going to exercise some 'sensitivity' training for the rest of our Deal," I told her. "You're smart--really smart--but you have a couple of flaws that will eventually drag you down in this business.

One, you're arrogant and rude with the folks that are trying to work with you. All that will do is create a critical mass of enemies that'll eventually take you out. Two, you seem to have a problem with teamwork, much more taking than giving around the departments. I've never heard you congratulate anyone for a job well done, for a birthday, an anniversary, promotion or anything. We need to work on that, m'dear."

"It's all quite legal, so the only way out of it is to say 'Uncle.'"

"Just think. This is already day two of the seven day service period. Only five days left. You should be able to do that standing on your head, right?"

A quick visual of just that flittered through my mind just then, causing my cock to jerk even harder to attention, a movement that wasn't lost on my guest.

Finally looking back up at my face she frowned at my comments, but stated, "Ok, ok I trust you, but would you mind telling me what's going to happen?"

She stood there with the beer in her hand, but I could see a little spark of concern in her eyes.

"Something that's going to require you to trust me, m'dear," I replied.

With that comment, I slowly and deliberately reached out and grazed my fingertips through her pubic hair. Cathy moved back a half step, by reflex I thought, but managed to compose herself enough to move back into place, biting her lips as I continued.

I noticed that my fingers had become slick with her vaginal juices, and I hadn't even reached her pussy yet. Since the 'touchy-feely' barrier had been breached in my office that afternoon, she'd apparently come to some sort of rationalization about what we were doing. While she was watching me, I raised my hand to my mouth, and licked the juices from my fingers. She shivered. She was delicious!

Getting up from the couch, I reached for the small bag beside me, and took out the contents. Bringing each one up to her face, I let her get a good look at them before I began to employ them. I told her to toss off the last of the beer in the bottle that she held, which she did, and handed me the empty.

First the blindfold, nice and snug around her head, then I bound her arms behind her with the wrist cuffs, much more soft and gentle than the kind employed by law enforcement but just as secure.

As I felt some resistance to the cuffs, I leaned into the side of her face and breathed, "I won't hurt you. If you fear pain, just tell me 'Stop' and it'll all go away."

I could feel her relax a bit after that assurance.

Once I'd completed her preparation, I sat back down to observe my work. Damn she was a beauty! My problem right now was that I was beginning to get feelings for her, and I knew that giving in to those feelings would hamper what I was trying to do for her. At least I had convinced myself that I was doing it for her sake.

As I sat there marveling at her and smelling the fragrance that alerted my groin that she was getting aroused, and wanting to run my hands—and other parts of my body—all over her, I saw that she'd begun fidgeting a bit. My silence had apparently gotten her a bit nervous, simply because she could no longer see, nor could she move her arms.

I stood once again and quietly moved behind her.

I asked her, "What are you feeling right now?"

I was softly breathing into the back of her neck, inhaling her scent. Her breathing had become a bit ragged, and I'd not even started what I'd planned.

After a minute or so, she whispered, "I know I told you that I trusted you, but I'm really nervous right now."

I put my hands on her shoulders, feeling her tremble briefly at my touch. Lightly squeezing her shoulder muscles, I massaged her until I felt her begin to relax. Then I slid my hands down the front of her chest to her breasts. I'd already fondled them in the office that afternoon, so I anticipated the reaction I observed earlier when I grasped her nipples firmly between my fingertips, and began to softly roll them, back and forth.

Cathy's head fell back until she reached my shoulder, and her breathing began to turn into gasps of pleasure. My arms were containing her shoulders so she was unable to move away from me, giving her little choice but to endure. I cupped her breasts in my hands, and squeezed them gently, hefting them to feel their weight.

This was no longer the antagonistic competitor that I had encountered in my offices day after day. Her demeanor had changed almost completely, now with the lack of clothing, and the gradual loss of control I imposed upon her. Why she continued to allow me to do so was still a mystery to me. However, I was determined to remain on the alert for any kind of backlash as my plan continued.

In the meantime, I was allowing myself to drift into the pleasure of caressing her lovely breasts, and bending down over her neck to taste her skin for the first time. I knew that I was beginning to weaken in my resolve, my traitorous senses taking in deep gulps of her essence. To counter this, I drew her earlobe into my mouth, and bit it gently, not too hard, but enough to cause her to cry out a bit.

I paused for a moment, expecting her to say either 'Stop', or to end this whole process by finally saying 'Uncle', but she had once again brought herself under some level of control. As I continued to take bolder liberties with her breasts, she began trying to pull away from my hands a bit; inadvertently pushing her ass back into me, her bound hands now pressing against my fierce erection.

We both suddenly stopped for a moment, realization of what had just happened crossing our minds at about the same time, I guess. Nothing happened for a bit, and then I began feeling her fingers tentatively, carefully, ever so lightly exploring my sadly neglected shaft. Now it was my turn to catch my breath, something I desperately tried to conceal from Cathy.

I immediately thought about backing out of her reach, but my body wouldn't obey my mental command. Instead I surrendered to her soft touch, but figured I'd get some background out of her to help distract me from her gentle exploration of my genitals.

"Cathy," I started. "Why do you insist on confronting me on all business issues while we are at work?"

As l finished that question I gave her nipples a bit of a pinch, just to accentuate the question. In response to my pinch, Cathy gave my cock a little squeeze as well, causing me to jerk reflexively, and clear my throat, just like an idiot.

Watching the back of her head for a few moments, I was about to say something else when she began to respond to my question.

"I was an only child, and not the boy that my father had hoped for. He wanted a son so bad, and I could see the disappointment in his eyes whenever we were together. He tried to compensate for his 'loss' by warning me constantly that women in this culture were always being taken advantage of. That they were not capable of defending themselves against the degradations of the superior male intellect."

I was surprised, but I still continued to caress her breasts, which I found to be oddly stimulating to me, but comforting as well. She had not moved from her position in front of me, which was a bit surprising in itself, considering what I was doing to her at the moment. Curiously, she continued to explore my groin which was firmly pressed into her cuffed hands as well.

She continued, "His final advice to me as I completed my college education in marketing was; to find the biggest, baddest, marketing marvel in the company I worked in, and take him down! That would be the only way that I, as a woman, could gain respect. He was the smartest person in the whole world to me, and I felt that I'd disappointed him by being a woman. I made it my goal in life to live up to his advice."

Hmmm... I thought. That would help explain her persistent aggressiveness towards me at work, and also her resentment at being assigned as a mere assistant to me, however temporary, after she had already struggled to become a manager over her own department.

I was curious about a couple of other things as well, so I decided to press my little interrogation a bit further. I suspected that the reason Cathy was willing to give me some answers was the same as mine for asking questions; a distraction from what I was doing to her body.

"I've never heard you mention anything about a social life. Do you have a significant other?"

I cautiously used the expression significant other simply because I had no real idea where her preferences lay in that regard. She was still the proverbial Mystery Woman in our company. While I was busy 'entertaining' my reluctant guest, I didn't want to end up with any unpleasant surprises, like jealous boy or girlfriends.

"No time; too busy," she replied.

Yeah, I thought, too busy jerking me around at work. I continued to stroke the sides of her breasts with my hands, occasionally running my fingers up to softly tweak her nipples. The moans that came from her throat whenever I did that caused a little extra twitch in my cock, which I'm sure she noticed. She had continued to casually explore the outline of my erection through my shorts while we talked, and the pressure of it against the front of my shorts was beginning to become almost painful. For a moment or two, I flirted with the idea of releasing it from its confines since Cathy was blindfolded, but her caress was much too seductive; perhaps later.

What a waste, I thought. Such a beautiful woman, caught up in a mad race to super-succeed against what she perceived to be overwhelming odds in a man's world. Then, another thought occurred to me. She still hadn't given me any idea of her sexual preferences. What she was responding to so far could have been provided by either man or woman; even a kitty I thought with a smile. As unlikely as it might seem, she might even still be a virgin.

"You can't mean that you've never had a relationship in the past?" I asked.

As I waited for her reply, I slid my hands slowly down the sides of her waist, feeling the smooth contours of her skin, her ribs, and coming to a stop on her hips. I could feel her response to my change in hand position, delaying her reply to my question for a moment or two. She had sucked in her breath at my touch, once again backing into me in anticipation of further movement. I didn't change position, but I softly massaged her hips; her body was beginning to have an almost addictive effect on me.

Finally I stopped long enough to give her a chance to reply to my last question.

Catching her breath for a moment, she swallowed a couple of times, and softly explained, "I dated a few guys while I was in college, but I couldn't get serious with anyone because of my schoolwork. After graduation, I got a sales job on the west coast for a while, and fell for one of the guys in HR. We lived together for several months until I discovered that his vision of a perfect relationship had me in the role of an unemployed homemaker. We broke up after that revelation."

I felt her chuckle a bit after that remark.

Sensing that she was finished with her explanation, I resumed my exploration of her body. She had answered both questions remaining in my mind about her sexuality. I'm not really sure why that was so important to me, since our relationship these past couple of years had been adversarial at best, but it was. And she was quite likely not a virgin, so there was little chance that I'd run into the awkwardness of 'first time' fear and skittishness.

She had flinched a little when I'd resumed my touch, and I looked down to see her hands reaching around for me, but I'd moved back a bit when we'd paused for the last questioning session. It wasn't intentional, but I was surprised that she'd apparently wanted to resume her own exploration of me during this session.

There was one more thing that I wanted to accomplish before this evening wrapped up, so I backed away from her, dropping my hands from her waist. Moving back around to the front of her, I reached up and snapped the silver chain into her collar. Startled, she instinctively tried to step back. I still had the chain in my hand so I brought her up short.

Pulling her to me until she was inches from my chest, I looked down on her blindfolded face. Even with that device on her face she was a beauty, I thought. From my extra height on her—a bit more than 6 feet tall—against her 5 foot 6 inches, she no longer looked to be a formidable peer. Since she could neither see me, nor use her arms to protect herself from me, I knew that she'd given up a lot of herself to me this evening in trust. Making some progress, I figured.

I leaned in quietly to the side of her face and whispered in her ear, "Do you still trust me?"

Whether she thought that she had no choice but to reply in the affirmative, or that she was really confident that I'd do nothing to injure her in this position, she whispered back, "Yes."

I put my forefinger against her lips, as I'd done one time before. Puffy in passion, she quickly compressed them in defense against my intrusion, but my persistence won over and she slowly relaxed, allowing my finger to enter her mouth. Again I rubbed my finger across her teeth; the same finger that I'd used to taste her earlier. As I felt my way deeper into her mouth, she joined my finger with her tongue, and began softly to suck it. Pinching her lower lip once again, I dropped my hands to her shoulders.

Lowering my voice, I softly pushed her toward another type of surrender in my game.

"Yes . . .what?"

Even with the blindfold on, I could see that she was having difficulty understanding the implication of my last question. I gave her a couple of minutes to think about it, while I softly breathed into her ear. Finally it seemed to occur to her that I was seriously waiting on her to reply, and what the answer I wanted might be.

With a deep sigh, she dropped her head and whispered so softly that I had trouble understanding what she'd said, even with my face just an inch or two from hers. "Yes . . . Sir."

Well it wasn't the answer that I'd expected from all of the material on bondage that I'd been forced to review lately, but "Sir" was close enough to satisfy me. I didn't think that I'd feel comfortable being referred to as "Master" anyway, and I knew that it'd taken a considerable leap of trust to release this important part of her personal defenses to me. For two people who knew very little about the concept of a "formal" Dom/sub relationship a couple of days ago, I felt we were making some significant progress, at least for me. Of course, there was always the possibility that I'd still fuck things up royally.

As I looked down the front of her beautiful body, I was still warm from the liberties that I'd enjoyed with her breasts just moments ago. The memory of her feel upon my hands would probably be one of the last memories I'd ever have on this earth. Soft, firm, warm, supple—what else could I add? Maybe addictive? I knew that I wanted to do this again and again.

Then I moved my gaze further down her body, to the area from which I could sense a combination of her heat, the soft fragrance of her perfume, combined with the musky odor of her passion. Heady stuff, that. It was that gentle aphrodisiac that had been taking over my emotional control this evening, and caused me to take yet another risky chance in my domination of Cathy.

Slowly sliding my hands down the sides of her arms, I allowed them to rest upon her naked hips as I knelt before her exposed pussy. It was wet, very wet, and what I was able to see of her labia appeared to be fairly swollen, which would indicate to me that she was very close to some sexual closure.

I reached between her knees with my hands, and gently urged her to spread her legs a bit, something she resisted at first, but as I began to stroke her knees with my hands, she gradually followed my pressure and slid her feet apart until I released her, about two feet between her bare feet. From that perspective I got a much better view of her little treasure. My face was now about 6 inches from her pussy lips, and her scent from that perspective was quite strong, intoxicating. Damn Mother Nature anyhow!

She obviously felt the soft breeze of my breath on her exposed labia, just from the motion of her hips as I examined my prize very closely. Swollen, soaked in her juices, and almost seeming to glow a bright pink, it was the stuff of adolescent dreams. I reached out to her upper thigh with my right hand, and slowly began to move towards her center. As I did so, she began to tremble, and I heard her begin moaning in earnest.

As my fingers approached her swollen lips, she began to vocalize a bit more, and I heard her gasp, "No, please no; not that. Oh my god, I can't stand it much more."

What I didn't hear was either of the two safety words that I'd given her to put this game to rest.

Thinking she might have forgotten her escape words in the heat of passion, I quickly asked her if she remembered the words I'd given her to stop whatever it was we were doing.

Shaking her head back and forth, her hair swinging wildly across her face she replied in a shaky voice, "Yes!"