I walked down the stairs and out to the sidewalk. The sun was beginning to set and the trees in the park cast long shadows over the flowerbeds and benches as I crossed the square. Halfway across I stopped and looked back. The last of the sunlight was still glaring off the windows of Nadine’s office building, so I couldn’t see into her office at all, but I was fairly sure she was watching me. I waved, then turned and continued on to the other side of the square and the restaurant I’d chosen.
It was already somewhat crowded and I had to wait a while to be seated, so I entertained myself by programming my number into the speed-dial on Nadine’s phone, then setting it so that the picture I’d just taken of her would pop up every time I called – I thought that would make a nice surprise for her later.
After I was seated and had ordered I decided to let Nadine know I hadn’t forgotten her. I hit my number on her speed-dial, let my phone vibrate in her panties for a few rings then disconnected. I kept her phone open on the table beside me while I dined and hit the redial button whenever I happened to think of it, sometimes just letting it ring once, other times letting it continue until my voice-mail kicked in before hanging up.
When I’d finished I got my dessert and some hot tea to go, and headed back across the square. It was twilight by then and lights were beginning to come on. There were no lights on in Nadine’s office, of course, but if you stood in the right place and knew what you were looking for you might be able to see the dim outline of her desk, or at least the top part of it, through the window – and a softer shape lying across it.
While standing there I took out her phone and dialed my number one more time…and was rewarded with a small twitch in the shadow above me. I disconnected the call and put her phone back in my pocket, then headed back into the building and up the stairs.
Nadine grunted with alarm when I opened the door, then must have realized that it had to be me and fell silent, though she kept her head up and watched me as I crossed the darkened office and switched on a small desk lamp, which highlighted her in silhouette as she lay there. I sat down opposite her for a moment, looking her over.
She actually seemed in pretty good shape: her eyes seemed a little crazed and her hair was disheveled and her make-up a little smeared around her eyes and mouth but she seemed alert and focused, if highly strung, for which I could hardly blame her, considering everything that had been happening. I balanced my tea on top of the container with my dessert and with my free hand stroked her hair back into place, telling her quietly that she was being a very good girl and that I was proud of her. I gently pushed her head back down, indicating that she should relax again, then rose from my seat and walked behind the desk.
“This tea is still very hot – you’ll want to stay completely still,” I said, placing the styrofoam cup on the natural plateau at the base of her spine, just below the waistband of her panties. The books beneath her hips made it almost perfectly level. She made a slightly panicked “Nnh!’ sound when she first felt the heat from the bottom of the cup, but subsided when she found it was bearable.
I pulled her desk chair into place behind her and sat down. This gave me an eye-level view of her very shapely behind, and even in the soft light from the desk lamp I could easily tell that the crotch of her panties was now sopping wet. And when I pulled it aside to retrieve my phone I discovered that it had nearly disappeared into her pussy. It made a noticeable slurping sound when I removed it, and Nadine moaned, but managed to keep still, even though her legs were trembling from being spread so wide for so long, and from resting her weight on her toes so much. I pulled the fabric of her panties back over her cheeks and used it to wipe off my phone before returning it to my pocket.
I opened the container with my dessert, a luscious slice of blueberry pie, and took my time enjoying it, pausing now and then to lift the cup from her behind for a sip of tea and then returning it. To keep Nadine entertained I would sometimes take the plastic fork I was using to eat with and slowly, very slowly, drag the pointed tines up one leg or the other, from her ankle to the edge of her panties.
Sometimes I would use a very light touch, other times enough pressure to leave parallel rows of tiny red welts. And always the next stroke would be closer to the inside of her thighs. Nadine would moan and shiver when I did this – more than once she came close to upsetting the cup of tea, which became less stable as I drank more and the level went down.
Fortunately I had finished my tea and put the cup aside when I finished my cake and began dragging the points of the fork directly along her pussy lips - which by now were clearly visible through the soaked crotch of her panties – because she began to jerk and twitch and cry out uncontrollably. And it only got worse when I reversed the fork and began using the tip of the handle to stroke her clitoris. She was babbling through her gag and pushing up from her toes, trying to raise her hips away from the fork, even though she knew it was impossible.
I was very slow and methodical, using delicate strokes and touches to bring her into higher and higher levels of arousal, until she was literally screaming through her gag and thrashing against her bonds. Little by little I brought her to the very razor’s edge of what I was sure would be an overwhelming orgasm…
And stopped.
If anything, her screaming and thrashing became louder and more intense when I took the fork away and left her with no means to reach her climax. I walked around to the front to observe. Her glasses were on the floor again – no surprise there. I gave up and put them in her purse, along with her cellphone and keys. And when I leaned down, took her chin in my hand and raised her face to mine, her eyes were completely glazed over as if she’d been drugged, her make-up was running down her face, and her hair was hanging around it in sweaty strings. She stared right through me.
There was a small private bathroom adjacent to her office, so I lowered her head again and let go while I went in and brought her a glass of water. She drank eagerly when I raised her head again, gently pulling the panties from her mouth and holding the glass to her lips. I could see the consciousness returning to her eyes as I dipped a part of her panties in the remaining water and used them to wipe her face clean of make-up and tears. Then I removed the hair clip from the back of her head – it wasn’t holding much of anything by then anyway – and ran my fingers lightly through her hair, trying to restore it to some kind of order, then continued stroking her forehead and temples with my fingertips.
Eventually I saw her take a slow, deep breath, then let it out in a long sigh. It seemed to be a sigh of relaxation, or even contentment, rather than frustration, and her eyes, when they found mine again, were peaceful. There was a feeling of affection between us right then - I could feel it in the way we looked at each other in that long silent moment.
Nadine looked surprised when I crouched down and released one of her wrists and then the other from their bindings; so surprised, in fact, that she continued to lie there as I rose from my seat and went around to untie her ankles, though stiff muscles from having lain there for so long might have been partly to blame. In fact, I had to take her by the shoulders to help her rise to her feet. As soon as she was able to stand properly I tugged her skirt back down and smoothed it into place, then walked her around the desk and eased her down onto the client chair I’d been sitting in. I took a couple of steps back and leaned against her desk. Nadine said nothing, only watched me and waited.
“I said earlier that you needed time to think things over,” I began, “and you’ve certainly had that – though admittedly you’ve also had a few distractions.” Nadine smiled a little at this, though she still looked kind of shaky. I went on, “What happened yesterday scared you, even though it was what you wanted – or thought you did. Afterwards, you decided you weren’t the kind of person who did that sort of thing, so it couldn’t really have happened.” Nadine started to speak, but I held up my hand for her to wait until I was finished.
“You came to work today determined to be the opposite of who you’d been the day before - and you succeeded for a while. But then suddenly you found yourself having a much deeper, longer and much more intense experience of submission than the previous one.