Highs and lows

Standing in the atrium of the city skyscraper, Ava stared nervously out of the window, fiddling. Chasms of sheet lightning rent the leaden sky and the winter rain curtained down, electric flashes fashioning a scintillating portcullis of electric wire.

The weather reflected her mood, remembering how she had abandoned Lorenzo, at their wedding. Now she was standing here, in his office, having driven hundreds of miles from her life with Josie.

How had he found her and why? She’d spent a lot of time, energy and money covering her tracks, creating a new life in a new finance job, far away from Lorenzo and everyone they jointly knew.

She thought fondly of Josie who she’d left this morning, fretting and bereft and far away, back at the home they shared together.

Ava was unusual in that her lovers and loves had been men and women. Josie, her insatiable sexy partner of a year and a half, had tried to stop her coming here. Last night she’d cooked Ava her favourite dinner, tagliatelle carbonara, and they’d drunk a bottle of Chablis together. Over dinner the mood was companiable but tense.

They’d been sitting together on the sofa after dinner, as usual. Ava in her light grey yoga pants and white blouse and Josie in jeans.

Josie had headed upstairs after a while, saying she had a bad headache. Ava had been attending to urgent client work for half an hour when she heard Josie call her name from the landing. Worried, Ava headed quickly up the stairs, to find Josie standing there in her burgundy leather dress, hand on hip and a riding crop in her hand.

Ava stopped dead at the top of the stairs, looking at Josie, waiting. She knew now what this was all about. Josie had wanted time to get ready, to prepare herself in her control of Ava.

This was one of her favourite power games, with Ava as her submissive. She looked stern. Ava stared down, avoiding her gaze.

 “Ava, you have displeased me, you need to be punished.”

Just the tone in Josie’s voice, harsh, strong and commanding, made Ava instantly wet. Ava worried Josie would see her desire through her millimetre thin flexible yoga pants. Josie was looking her up and down, pausing in her scrutiny of Ava’s puffy pussy. She watched her breathing increase, seeing the dampness at her crotch.

Josie was actually mesmerised, her entire field of vision taken up by Ava’s swelling cameltoe. Without closing her eyes, it was difficult to look anywhere else but at Ava’s delicious, dripping thigh gap.

The image of sun ripened fruit immediately came into Josie’s head, a succulent orange ready to be peeled, two slices easily separated by her finger, sweet, moist and mouth-wateringly tasty.

“Open your legs wide, you disobedient slave,” Josie commanded.

Ava complied, widening the gap further between her thighs. Her orange began to open slightly, oozing juice from its thin slit. Josie wanted to push a finger deep into Ava’s pussy but stopped herself.

“What have I done, Josie?” Ava was bemused but loved this. She also guessed why she was being punished. It was all about Lorenzo.

“Don’t be insolent. You are clearly dirty, unclean. You will have a shower, and I will decide how to punish you for not staying silent.”

Ava bowed her head, her legs spread wide, her vagina leaking pussy potion, soaking through the fabric stretched tight over her soft-curled mound. She knew Josie would punish her for this too.

“Now come over here. I didn’t give you permission for pleasure.”

Ava walked slowly over to Josie, statuesque in her 6-inch heels.

Josie grabbed her long dark hair, pushing Ava onto her knees.

“You need to learn your place, slave. Now lick my feet.”

Ava bent down, Josie watching her flexible yoga pants stretching invitingly over her tight rounded arse. After two minutes Josie leant over and grabbed the back of the yoga pants, pulling them down in one swift movement, exposing Ava’s pert, naked, curved buttocks.

“You’re disgusting, slave. Why aren’t you wearing any panties?”

Ava mumbled a reply, making sure she didn’t speak too loudly.

“What? You didn’t think? I don’t ask you to think, slave.”

As Ava slathered over the black patent leather heels, cleaning them thoroughly with her tongue, Josie brought the whip up smartly behind Ava, catching her with a stinging strike inside her legs. Ava squealed, her inner thigh now bearing a rapidly reddening stripe.

“Be quiet whilst I punish you. Did I tell you to stop licking?”

Ava knew better than to answer, having been told to stay silent. She busied herself with cleaning Josie’s stockinged feet and ankles.

As Ava knelt further, to lick the tips of her shoes. Josie leant in, sliding her hand in under Ava’s taut stomach, grabbing the front of the yoga pants. In one quick motion, she pulled them forcefully down. Ava felt cool evening air from the window running over her pussy, sending shivers inside her. She knew how this would end. Josie was strong, working out regularly. She knew how to treat Ava.

Josie trailed the whip over Ava’s naked buttocks, using the fine leather end to flick her naked thighs, exposed above the yoga pants. Then she ordered Ava to stop licking her and assume position one.

Ava moved back on the landing, kneeling, head and elbows on the floor, arms forward. In this position, her rear was pushed high up into the air. Josie moved behind her and yanked the yoga pants right down to her knees. Ava’s breathing accelerated, her breasts rising and falling under her. Josie admired Ava’s beautiful, rounded rear, the tenseness in her low pose forcing her labia to open invitingly.

Josie ran a fine finger along Ava’s back then grabbed the top of her blouse with both hands, near her neckline. She pulled back vigorously. All the pearl buttons on the expensive silk top popped off and scattered across the floor, the garment coming away from Ava’s body, the crumpled tatters of its remains in Josie’s hands.

All she had left on were the stretched yoga pants and white bra.

Ava gulped, head on the floor looking back behind her, trying to see Josie. She watched in embarrassment as tiny thin threads of her pussy juice start to drip onto the mahogany planks, making a pit-pat noise as they fell. Josie watched her, amused, making her stay knelt.

“You are dribbling, slave. You need a shower. Get in there now.”

Ava got up, Josie spanking her hard twice with the flat of her hand as she passed her, pushing her towards their walk-in shower.

“Stay dressed. I will join you soon, for your punishment.”

Ava knew what this meant. She waddled into the bathroom, the yoga pants around her knees restricting her movements. She left the bathroom door open, glancing as Josie followed her in, close behind.

“Stand still. I want to see where your body is the dirtiest.”

Josie spun Ava around, casting a critical eye over her figure.

She made Ava keep looking down as she moved in closer. Ava could smell her musky perfume. It began to overpower her will.

Josie put a hand softly on Ava’s stomach, tight from exercise. Gazing into Ava’s downcast eyes she began to move her hand slowly on, through Ava’s tight tidy vee of pussy curls. She paused, cupping Ava’s sex. Then she slipped a finger delicately inside her vagina, meeting no resistance as Ava’s lubrication started to flow naturally.

She began massaging Ava’s labia, thrusting and pistoning her long finger in and out of Ava’s sopping pussy, testing her will and resolve. Then, reversing her hand, she rubbed a knuckle hard up and down her soaking pussy slit. Ava closed her eyes, knowing her body was responding, her will beginning to lose the battle not to come.

Josie paused, keeping pressure on the knuckle, now deep inside Ava, bringing her thumb in to stroke gently at Ava’s swelling clit bud. She deliberately tilted her thumb, using a long nail to scrape the front of Ava’s clit, causing her to exclaim at the sudden pain.

“What did I tell you about silence? Do I need to say it again?”

Ava shook her head rapidly, knowing she couldn’t trust her voice.

Josie began to push two long fingers deep inside Ava, massaging inside her vagina, sliding the tips of her fingers over Ava’s G Spot. She watched Ava closely, as she moved her hand slowly inside her, changing positions slightly as each flick of Ava’s eyes betrayed her growing desire and rapture at Josie’s manual manipulations.

Ava felt she was about to come, her will failing with the intense pressure and sensations of Josie’s fingers twisting deep inside her. Josie could see it too, watching the expressions on Ava’s face alter. But she wasn’t going to give Ava the satisfaction. Not this time.

Ava nearly fell as Josie caught her with a harsh backhander on her buttocks. Josie could see a perfect puce handprint on her bum.

Josie stood back, making Ava widen her legs once more. Taking careful aim with the riding crop she placed five strong lashes across Ava’s stomach and thighs. The sixth was harder, directly up between Ava’s long legs, straight into the gap between her labia, catching her clitoris too, on the up stroke. Ava wailed, doubling over, holding her hand to her vagina to stop the intense pulsing pain of the lash. Josie smiled wickedly, knowing that she was fully in control of Ava.

“You are not permitted to come. Pants up. Get in the shower.”

Her pussy on fire, Ava pulled up the yoga pants, seeing red marks across the front of her body and a dark stain begin to spread across the front of the pants as her juices rapidly soaked through them.

Then she realised that Josie was deliberately marking her, before she met Lorenzo, staking her claim to domination over Ava’s body.  

She got in the shower, setting the temperature and turning it on.

“Now wash yourself, you filthy, dirty girl. And do it properly and thoroughly. I shall be inspecting your personal cleanliness.”

Ava moved her body under the cascade of cool water, the stream soaking her light grey yoga pants, turning them almost black. Even with the pants on, the water stung menacingly everywhere she had been whipped. Her bra drenched too, Ava turned to clean her back.

“No, face the wall, slave. Do as you’re instructed.”

Ava complied, wondering when Josie would allow her to undress.

She busied herself with wetting her long hair and soaping her body. After a few minutes, she felt the air temperature increase slightly in the shower, realising Josie had come in too. She stopped, waiting.

A few seconds later Josie grabbed both of Ava’s hands, placing them up on the travertine marble, either side of the shower head.

“Put your hands up on the wall, as high as they can go, slave.”

Ava shuffled forward, sliding her hands up the cool stone until her arms were stretched forward, spluttering under the wide square faucet as water dripped off her forehead and down her face.

“Spread your legs, slave. Keep your hands where they are.”

Ava shuffled her feet apart, moving up onto her toes, her breasts and torso tightened in the strange position. Water was pouring over her nose and into her mouth. Suddenly the sopping yoga pants were wrenched down, past her knees. She felt something touch her bum. She knew what it was. Her body tensed, waiting, ready for it.

Josie popped off Ava’s house bra, shoving the soft cups into her mouth, the straps dangling obscenely from her lips. She moved her hands around Ava’s body to finger her intensely sensitive orgasm-driving nipples. She stroked and massaged each tight teat with dextrous finger rotations, sending Ava into near paroxysms of delight. Her breath became ragged. She was close to losing control.

Then, with barely a pause, she pushed Ava forward. She knew what was coming. The large black strap-on cock Josie had secured, around her now naked body, was pushed irreverently and hard up into Ava’s sopping wet pussy, impaling her against the shower wall.

Josie grabbed Ava’s taut breasts forcefully, to give her purchase, as she propelled the monster dildo deep into Ava’s willing pussy.

Ava gasped. Without a break, Josie began pushing the eight-inch silicone cock up into Ava’s sopping, willing snatch. At each powerful thrust, Ava felt an extra urgency and intensity in Josie, as if she were conquering Ava for the first time, or possibly the last.

Ava submitted to each of Josie’s deep plunges into her pussy, the bra she’d stuffed unceremoniously into her mouth now soaking wet, forcing her to breathe hard through her nose. She fought back the torrent cascading over her face and rounded breasts, in rivulets, water running over her stomach and on into her open, willing cunt.  

Josie kept up the pace for ten minutes, whilst Ava tried to keep herself from drowning under the torrent of water teeming from the shower. For a moment she thought she understood waterboarding.

Just when she thought she could take no more she felt the first bass tremors tremble deep inside her, as Josie turned the vibrating double-ended dildo up to its maximum. Waves of erotic pleasure flooded through Ava, and she let her body start to submit to them, each deep pulse driving her subconscious into a labour of lust.

They came almost together, Josie’s muscular body pushing Ava’s own hard forward as her orgasm hit her like a train. Ava’s thighs spasmed seconds later, legs shaking and quaking as waves of euphoria washed out from the centre of her cunt, over her being.

Josie pulled the big black cock out of Ava with a sucking sound. She wrenched the sopping bra from her mouth, tossing it on the bathroom floor, giving Ava a painful smack on the rear as she left.

“Clean yourself up properly Slave, I’ll see you back in bed.”

Ava stayed there for a minute or two, leaning against the shower wall. Panting hard and choking the water from her lungs, she let the primal pulses in her body slow to a quiet quake. Then she washed herself fully, a soft but very thoughtful smile on her lips.

But, in their bedroom, it wasn’t the confident and masterful dominatrix in leather Ava saw. It was a very different Josie, subdued, with a tense and nervous edge to her. This was all about Lorenzo.

As Ava lay in their bed, close to sleep, she felt Josie’s arms slowly snake around her body, cupping a soft breast and holding on to her tight, as if she were trying to capture and savour the memory. As she started to drift off, the two of them lying there in the dark, Ava wasn’t sure, but thought she heard the soft sound of Josie crying.

Josie recognised that, if the two of them were to have any kind of future together, Ava had to meet Lorenzo, to find out why he had summoned her to his office. She knew too that when Ava had her mind set on something she just had to get it out of her system.

Ava left early the next day, leaving a distraught Josie on the doorstep. Ava knew she didn’t want her to go, but she had to.

She’d arrived in plenty of time, taking the lift to his firm’s top floor. The huge hedge fund building was enormous, with a stunning view of the river, thirty floors up. She looked around admiringly at his office. He had obviously done well for himself, here in the city.

She waited in the reception atrium, thinking of Josie again. Ava knew Josie was deeply frightened of the prospect of losing her when she met Lorenzo again, after all this time. The reason she had driven all this way into the city was she needed to know exactly where she stood with Lorenzo. If nothing else, it was to find final clarity about them, or closure on their relationship and a future life with Josie.

If she was honest with herself, it was also to get things clear in her mind about Josie, too. Despite the strong sexual and emotional bond she had with Josie, she still wasn’t sure about how to separate her two life loves and what she thought about them. But, unless she sorted out what she really thought about Lorenzo, Josie and she wouldn’t likely have any long-term future together, as a couple.

Ava accepted she had a strong, heady and animal yearning for Lorenzo sexually, despite all that had gone between them in the intervening years. With Josie, she loved her equally but differently, a similarly sexual but more comfortable, almost maternal feeling. She knew she had to decide, and seeing Lorenzo again was the only way.

She remembered when she first met Lorenzo at college, all those years ago. She had been young, naïve and easily influenced by men then. Now she knew she was no longer that callow submissive woman he’d courted. She was a sexy, successful finance businesswoman, who knew both her own mind and her own desires.

Her eye was momentarily drawn to the bent little finger on her right hand. The one imperfection she was self-conscious about and symptomatic of how she felt, out of line with the rest of the world. Twisted outwards after being shut in a door by her brother, as a child, she had considered getting the finger straightened. She’d even looked into surgical options and costs, but pressure of work had never given her time to be without her writing and typing hand.

But both their physical changes and faults were immaterial. It was what they had been together, what they represented to each other and what they had taught each other that mattered. And on that score, inside, she guessed she had changed more than he had.

Yet, even though it had been two years ago, the shame she felt about how she had jilted him at the altar was back. It felt almost like yesterday. Had he really forgiven her for what she’d done to him?

The large office door opened quietly. She heard a polite cough beside her, a familiar sound. As Ava turned, she realised Lorenzo had been quietly studying her, standing there, pondering her life.

Wearing dark blue framed glass and sporting a stubble beard, Lorenzo appeared distinguished, his dark hair greying attractively at the temples. He was just as well-groomed as she remembered too and looked very dapper in his expensive charcoal suit.

His stature was more confident somehow, combining a relaxed and erect posture with a muscular physique, suggesting he still also worked out regularly. There was no other word for it, he looked hot.

Certainly, Lorenzo looked older, more measured, whereas Ava had grown into her stunning looks over the intervening years.

With her dark sunglasses, wavier hair and toned physique, she realised she both looked and felt different than when he knew her.

She moved to grasp his outstretched hand, a business greeting. So, he was sticking with rigid formality, and yet he was certainly paying her far more attention than if she was just a casual visitor to his finance firm, or a first-time business acquaintance.

“Good to see you again, Ava, thank you for this.”

Lorenzo was giving nothing away, being cautious and evasive as he greeted Ava. She watched him, watching her, very carefully.

“Come in Ava. I’m glad you came. I wasn’t sure you would.”

He motioned her into his office and settled in a big executive chair behind an enormous oval walnut desk, waving her to a comfortable seat, opposite him.

She sat down in an executive leather chair. Now, sitting here in his office, she felt less prepared than outside in the reception area.

Given all the time that had passed since their fateful wedding day, when she had cut him adrift so publically and painfully, why exactly had he invited her here, and why now?

Ava felt a pang of emotion and long-held guilt. Did he still resent her for fleeing their wedding, or had time healed those obvious wounds he felt on what must have been, for him, a day of hell?

When was he going to tell her why he had asked her to come to his office? Ava decided to say nothing, to see what his agenda was.

But Lorenzo had a very clear plan, which started with a glance down briefly at the screen in front of him, a feed that displayed a floor-mounted low-light camera, hidden under his desk.

Before Ava had positioned herself delicately in the chair, crossing her legs under the large table, he’d caught on the monitor a glimpse of black stocking tops as well as a slim dark area, between her legs. Hmm. Looked like she had on tight black underwear or a thong.

The idea excited him tremendously. Lorenzo felt his member stiffen involuntarily in the trousers of his expensive suit. This could well be great fun, as well as challenging, the culmination of his plans for Ava. And the real reason that he had invited her here.

They talked for half an hour, business chat about trends in the stock market, testing each other’s resolve. Then he got up from his chair, beckoning her into the more sparsely furnished side office.

He motioned for her to sit in one of the low chairs, heading over to an electronic whiteboard, drawing an intricate diagram of the complex point on the volatility of shares he had been talking about.

She turned in the comfortable swivel chair to face him, watching him scribble furiously across the whiteboard with a gold electronic pen, adding complex equations in the margin of a hastily drawn graph. Ava watched him move, her heartbeat increasing slightly.

His rear looked incredibly inviting in his tight, dark suit as he moved from one foot to another, sliding the pen silently across the board. He paused, turned back to her, looking her straight in the eye. Ava felt a pang of anticipation at what might happen next.

“So, is that how you see things progressing too, Ava? Or would you suggest changing the direction of where futures go?”

That was so like Lorenzo, asking questions with double meanings.

But two could play at that game. So, he couldn’t persuade her to walk down the aisle with him, but he wanted to battle with her, to prove he was her better in financial business then. If it was a tousle of power and financial position-play he wanted, then bring it on.

“May I, Lorenzo? I think you’ve missed something crucial.”

She smoothed her Katherine Hamnett suit as she got out of the seat, strolling over silently in her black high heels and stockings, making him watch her every step as headed over to the whiteboard.

She took the pen from his outstretched hand, glimpsing a new and expensive gold watch under the sleeve of his suit. Not a Rolex, too flash. Nor a Breitling either, too common. She’d bet it was an Omega. More understated, more business-like and classier too.

As she drew her own complex financial diagram, she sensed rather than saw him slowly move in behind her, ostensibly to see better what she had written next to his swiftly crafted equations.

She paused, knowing Lorenzo was now standing very close. Ava felt a slight breath on the back of her neck. She stopped dead, goose bumps on her arms. Seconds passed but she still didn’t turn around.

Lorenzo had started to move in slowly and steadily next to Ava as soon as she had begun writing on the board, knowing he simply couldn’t hold himself back any longer. But, if he did anything too sudden, he suspected he might startle her, risking an instant rebuff.

He had to do something though to break the ice between them. Smoothly, he placed his hands either side of her thighs, on her hips.

“Uumm!” Ava gasped, surprised, but didn’t move. She wanted and needed to know where his intentions were going to go next.

Lorenzo was surprised when she didn’t react negatively. Holding her hips gently, he marvelled at the cool feeling of the soft dark silk encasing the long athletic legs that he had been dying to touch and caress once again.

Ava felt the pressure of his hot hands on her hips, savouring the moment, his renewed touch after all this time. He slipped both hands smoothly up her long stockinged legs to the base of her skirt.

Ava stayed stock still, waiting, her breathing short and sharp.

Neither of them moved for nearly a minute. So, this was what he wanted then, was it? It was all about control over her body. She thought about Josie and the previous evening, and of her control. She could easily match Lorenzo for being masterful, that’s for sure.

Her leg muscles were taut in the six-inch heels she had selected, but there was no further movement from his hands on her thighs.

As they stood, in this strange, linked posture, she could feel the hot warmth from his palms transferring steadily up to her rear. Even after all this time, it was no use. Ava’s body had begun to respond. That was when Ava knew she’d guessed everything right about Lorenzo’s motives and maybe what she wanted from this too.

With an almost imperceptible shrug, she submitted herself to the excitement of his contact. She suddenly felt a slight slickness, down between her legs, her body playing her up once again. A tiny drop of perspiration beaded on her forehead. Expectation of things to come.

After what seemed an eternity, with her hardly moving, Lorenzo moved his hands to her inner thighs where he started to glide his hands slowly up her legs.

As his palms slid on, steadily, soundlessly, up to her black suspenders, Ava felt cooler office air run over her thighs as the top of her sheer stockings were exposed.

She tensed her bum, expectantly, remembering how he used to demand that she strip in front of him. But she relished the fact that, by dressing this way, it was her manipulating him in all his actions.

His hands now under the hem of her tight dark skirt, he began to slowly lift it gazing, dumbfounded, as he saw her pert naked buttocks.

Ava had come to the meeting he asked her to with no panties on.

“Well, Ava. This is a pleasant surprise,” he murmured softly.

He realised this could only mean she had known precisely why he had invited her here, all along. So, did she still want him? Or was this a perverse game she was playing? He would have to employ entirely different tactics. It was a good thing he had also come ready for her too. Prepared in every way she might imagine, and in some that she could hardly even conceive of, as yet.

In one quick motion, with both hands, he brusquely yanked Ava’s skirt upwards. Ava gasped at this rough action, bending forward involuntarily, submitting herself to the dominant force he had used.

There was a loud tearing noise as the skirt shredded, the seams in the taut fabric parting, leaving the remains of the dark designer garment as a crumpled dark band above her slim hips.

“Lorenzo!” Ava gasped at his audacity. Now she was committed.

The soft sheen on Ava’s naked rear glinted in the office light. Lorenzo peered lower, relishing the outline of her labia lips between her legs. He also saw the thin red stripes on her inner thighs and rear. So, she had a new master, had she? This would make it even more delicious, what he was about to do, to reclaim her for himself.

Lorenzo leant into her slim neck, admiring the antique jewelled clasp neatly pinning up her dark, long glossy hair. He breathed in her perfume, heady and enticing, kissing the nape of her neck lightly and delicately, watching as she shivered at the intimate contact of his lips. He noticed a single dark stray hair that had escaped from the clasp. Taking it softly between his lips he tugged gently. Ava’s head was pulled back minutely, and she had to shuffle her legs slightly to maintain her balance and stop her body from moving back.

The whiteboard was now just inches in front of her. He released the solitary hair from his lips and, as the strain on her body position shifted again, she placed her palms out onto the board, to steady herself. The point of the electronic pen Ava held still touched the board, scribbling a ragged line on the glossy surface, through the finance equations and diagrams they had been carefully writing.

He whispered in her ear. “Ava. I know you. I know what you want. I’ve always known. Will you submit to me? Submit here?”

Ava could hardly speak, her breathing becoming irregular. Thoughts and emotions ran in rapid turmoil through her head, racing back to the day she had left Lorenzo standing alone at the altar. Remembering running down the aisle, so fast that she had almost tripped over her glistening ivory wedding dress.

Running because she hadn’t been able to cope with those final denigrations he had asked of her. Those two inked tattoos he’d demanded. And that final demand, that she should submit her body sexually to any strangers he chose, for her to be dominated by.

She’d fled from him to build a simpler life, miles away, far from the guilt and the torment of her submissive nature he’d revealed.

And yet she was back again, feeling that same desire for him. That drive to be taken, subdued, to give in to his every whim. The same feeling she had always felt, for him as master, but also for Josie, as her mistress.

She was quiet, thinking frantically. He could sense her indecision and decided to test her resolve. He leant in closer, placing one hand in the crease above her firm bum, touching the recent red whip mark, exactly where his feather and barbed wire tattoo would have gone, one of his vital and essential conditions for Ava marrying him.

Ava accepted that she both wanted him, and wanted what he might want to do to her. But this time it was different. This time it would be on her own terms, not like before. It was her choice.

He placed his other hand over hers, resting on the whiteboard. Echoing her remark from earlier, he whispered soothingly in her ear.

“May I, Ava?”

He stayed still, waiting. He could see Ava breathing more rapidly, feel her spine rising and falling through the thin fabric of her silk blouse. Lorenzo felt the hand that he had resting on her back get warmer, as Ava’s body started to respond, juices beginning to flow.

There was a silence between them for a minute, then Ava sighed. She reached a decision. She really wanted this. But for one last time.

“Yes, you may, Lorenzo.”

He took the gold electronic pen from her hand gently. Ava sighed and shifted her position, spreading her arms wide at shoulder height, palms steadying herself against the board. She bent further forward, resting her forehead on the cool whiteboard surface.

“Stay still, Ava.”

She heard him step back, her eyes concentrating on the graph in front of her. There was a rumbling sound as something heavy was moved across the plush blood-red Wilton carpet that covered the entire office floor. He grasped her rumpled skirt and pulled her naked rear backwards swiftly. Ava struggled to keep her footing in her high heels, her hands sliding with a squeak down the board.

With her arms outstretched, the ends of her fingertips were now only just retaining her balance, her calves and thighs straining. She recalled the library, years ago, when he’d first taken her.

Her thoughts were brought back sharply to the present as Lorenzo began to instruct her, in that strict commanding voice of his, a masterful tone that she remembered only too well.

“Move your feet back Ava. Open your legs for me. Wide open.”

She kept her hands on the board, shuffling her feet backwards, shifting from side to side as she spread her thighs wider. Her feet were now three feet apart. She heard the sound of wheels on the carpet, and a dark, low wooden cabinet was slid into place, just beneath her. The padded leather top perfectly met her waistline.

With the cabinet being so long, her stockinged thighs were pushed tight up against its end. Guessing what would happen next, she moved her hands off the board and lay down slowly, over the top of the cabinet. She turned her head to one side and relaxed her body, breathing in the deep aroma of the grained Italian leather top.

The cabinet was flat against the whiteboard, and she could feel the tension in her calf muscles, but it was not uncomfortable. To be told exactly what to do again was a blessed relief from the decisions she had to make every day in her high-powered finance job.

Lorenzo moved to the far side of the cabinet, where she couldn’t see what he was doing. Suddenly she felt her right wrist encircled by something cold and heard a metal clicking sound. Her wrist was pulled forward and down, and her arm taut, as he clipped the steel handcuff ring around a wheel at the front base of the cabinet. Then he clipped a second pair of gleaming chrome handcuffs onto her left hand, shackling it to the other cabinet wheel. She was pulled into the leather edge of the cabinet, her bum raised high up in the air.

He moved round slowly behind her, pausing to push the skirt remains up tightly, above her waist, made all the easier now the restricting side seam had torn at the fabric’s edge. A few seconds went by, moments where Ava was fully exposed to his gaze as he stood behind her, admiring her delicately shaven pussy, a small V of short dark hair above her glistening cleft. He bent down next to her, by the side of the cabinet, gazing into her wide green eyes, quizzical.

“So, you don’t keep yourself fully shaved these days, Ava? I thought I’d trained you better. If you want to back out, now is the time to say. Otherwise, you will be mine to do with what I wish.”

The quiet in the skyscraper office was punctuated only by the soft hum of the office’s air conditioning and the ticking of a big wall clock. He took her long silence as acquiescence. He took off the slim gold Cartier watch from her left wrist, laying it on a nearby table.

Lorenzo slipped a buckle around her ankle, fastening it and then clipping it to a long black rod. He stretched the rod along the floor, pulling her legs even wider, adding another buckle that he fixed to the other end of the leg spreader bar she used to know so well.

Ava moved her body experimentally. There was little give, her torso was stretched tight over the cabinet. Her thighs and legs were pulled wide. In this constraining position, her pussy was clamped down over the leather top, her labia spread wide apart, and her hardening clitoris pushed into the cabinet’s leading edge.

“So, Ava. What is it to be? Are you sure that you want this?”

“Yes, master,” Ava whispered, almost inaudibly.

“Was that a yes, Ava?”

“Yes, goddam yes, yes, yes!” Ava gasped out.

She began to cream herself at the thought of him about to take her, to fuck her hard again, after all these years. She almost passed out in anticipation.

She heard him move away, behind her, listening to his light footsteps as he padded across to the opposite side of the room. There was what sounded like a drawer being opened and things being taken out, more than one item she guessed. He pulled over a small table and came up behind Ava, soundly strapped to the cabinet, legs wide, her rear lifted provocatively high in the air.

On the table he laid out several heart-stopping objects in a line, beside her, so she could see. Unusual devices of metal, wood, chain, leather, glass, Perspex and rubber. Before she could take them all in he pulled a wide black silk scarf over her eyes and ears, tying it tight behind her neck in a double bow. Everything went dark for Ava.

She was about to ask what he had in mind when he silenced her by putting his hand under her jaw, lifting her head up. She tasted rubber as a large black ball gag was suddenly thrust in her mouth, then buckled behind her head, under her hair. He headed away and she heard the sound of the office door closing behind him.

She was left there, bound, blind and gagged. She thought of yelling out to get his attention, but all she could get out from behind the large ball gag was a monotone mumble. She stopped attempting to call after a while, saliva creeping around the side of the ball gag, dripping onto the cabinet’s dark leather top. She wriggled her legs, checking for give, but they were handcuffed fast to the cabinet.

She flexed her shoulders to relieve some of the growing cramp in her arms. Her legs, spread wide with her knees straddling the cabinet, were beginning to spasm. She gave up.

He wasn’t there but where on earth had he gone, and when was he coming back?