Discovery in the Dark
The lights were out in the men’s room on our floor of the office building. They would be at 2:30 a.m. on a Saturday night. I was the only one the floor, and for all I knew, the only one in the entire building. Sane people were all cuddled up with their heart’s desire, if they had one, or getting ready to end the hunt for that special someone, if they didn’t. Not me. I’d been called away from the search an hour ago, and into the office. “We might need you for some support work,” my boss, Carol, said.
“But I’ve had a little too much to drink to drive in,” I complained.
“Look, Will, expense a cab, for all I care, just get your ass into the office. If we need you, it’s going to be major. If not, then I apologize, and I’ll make it up to you somehow.”
By the time the taxi dropped me at the office, the alcohol buzz was completely gone. I started loading on the coffee to be ready, just in case. While I sipped and waited, I considered calling one of the several ladies I knew, but none of them were what I needed. It seemed unfair to both of us for me to interrupt what they were doing for the uncertain diversion they’d provide me. By the time I did hear from Carol that they didn’t need me after all, it was too late to go anywhere but home. I’d had too many cups of coffee to sleep, and I debated the merits of dropping into the local dive bar just in case Ms. Wonderful was out late, too, but first a pit-stop was, not just necessary, but mandatory.
I stood in the doorway, with the lighted hall behind me and the dim men’s room ahead. This first area was just the sinks; three set in a countertop along the right side. The door straight ahead guarded the real business area of the facility; three stalls on the left and three urinals on the right. Fuck it, I thought, who needs the light! I loved operating in the dark just to see if I could. I knew the men’s room well enough. I moved forward and the door closed behind, shutting me into darkness. I’d always thought there was something about a men’s room that was sort of sexy, which might sound strange, but there was something about the semiprivate / semipublic nature of them that fascinated me. What could happen if some wayward cutie took the wrong door and walked in on me in the middle of some night, like tonight even. My cock stirred in my pants and I put the thought on hold until after I’d done my business. Peeing with a full-blown hardon was never any fun.
I moved forward with my right hand sliding along the counter and my left stretched out, probing for the door. I found the door, groped for the handle and pulled it open. I followed the wall to the right letting the door close behind me. The darkness was total now, with two closed doors between me and the lights in the hall. My right hand tailed the wall and my left was out feeling for the urinal that was just ahead.
My fingers came up short against something smooth, but it wasn’t the tile of the wall, porcelain of the urinal, or the metal of the plumbing, coming out the top. It wasn’t cool, hard, and still as those would be. It was warm, yielding, and a little shiver ran through it. I heard a shape intake of breath and then a long sigh that was almost a moan.
What the fuck? I put my other hand out and found a pair of shoulders clad in supple leather. There was a little muscle there, but not manly amounts. I wondered if I could be hallucinating, but I’d read that most hallucinations were auditory, rarely visual, and I’d never heard of a tactile one before. If it was an hallucination, I didn’t want to break this sexy spell. I let one hand drift up across a small expanse of smooth neck and the other around and under the arm to ribs covered in silky skin. If this is a guy, he’s damn sexy, but please let her be a girl! The hand moving upward encountered leather again. Straps over leather, padlocked closed. Wow! I let my other hand slip forward along the ribs and found a firm, full breast, with a hard fat nipple. Suggestive, but not definitive, I thought. Her breathing — I just decided to start believing there was a god and not fight it any more — her breathing accelerated as I let my fingers stroke across her nipple. I moved in a little closer and something tickled my nose. I wave my hand in front of my face and encountered her hair. I followed it upward. It thickened and then I found where it issued from a leather tube or sleeve that went down to the leather over her head. Fuck! I have got to see this!
In a flash, I made my way back out into the other room and switched on the light. The florescent tubes behind the frosted diffusers in the ceiling flickered on. I was back at the other door, before it closed, blinking against the bright light. She was really there! There was a part of me that still couldn’t believe it. I took her in from head to toe. Her long, black hair was bound in a stiff leather sleeve that stuck up from the crown of her head and then hung down from there in a horsey sort of tail. The head harness had been locked over a supple bondage helmet that was tightly laced on. The leather bondage jacket had long sleeves and covered her back only down to the shoulder blades, leaving the better part of her torso bare. A two inch leather strap ran around her narrow waist, above broad hips, and another two inch strap ran back to front, between her legs. The fishnet pantyhose were crotchless and ran inside the ballet boots on her feet. Those had padlocked straps and there were cuffs around her ankles as well that were locked together. A pair of ropes, from her wrist cuffs, ran around the plumbing of this first urinal and were lashed to the pipes of the next.
My cock was straining against my pants and putting more pressure on my complaining bladder. “Um … hi,” I said, lamely. “I really have to go. Uh … I hope you don’t mind.” I took the spot at the end of the line and unbuttoned my jeans. My cock popped out at full attention and in no fit state for peeing. Most guys would think about baseball at a time like this, but I didn’t know thing one about the sport. Instead I thought about the intricacies of TCP/IP network protocol. It took longer that I wanted it to, but eventually, the valves came unstuck and I sighed with relief. She giggled at the the sound. It was the most beautiful girly laugh that I’d ever heard.
Questions and Answers
By the time I got her untied, over my shoulder, and carried back to my office. I thought I had a pretty good idea of what was going on. I’d only come on to work for Carol this week, which was why I wasn’t with them at the convention in San José. It was too late to get plane tickets, and I didn’t know that much about the system or the business to be much help anyway.
At the end of the phone interview that lead to my hiring, Carol had said, “I’m going to go out on a limb here, Will. I think I can tell that you’re a Dom just like me.”
“Yeah,” I admitted, warily.
“After you get moved out here and settled in, I’ll introduce you to some of the subs I know. You seem like a great guy and I think I can help you get something going.” She knew I wasn’t involved with anyone, at least, that was good guess, since I was only seeking moving expenses for one.
“Okay. That would be nice.” I still wasn’t sure how comfortable I was being kinky and out with my boss. It seemed like a good thing, but I was suspicious of it.
This is Carol’s idea of an interesting way to introduce me to one of her sub friends? I looked down at the woman where she sat in my rolling office chair. Is she really brave or just plain stupid? It must take a lot of guts or a real lack of smarts to get trussed up in a bathroom as way to meet a Dom. I spent a few minutes thinking about how I’d do it safely if it were me. I was clear that she had to have help getting herself bound in the bathroom. She couldn’t have done it all by herself. So someone knew she was here. If that someone had stuck around to be sure I was the one to find her, and seen me carry her back into the office, then she was safe as long as I was smart enough to figure all that out. Actually, not safe, exactly. It was only that I’d be caught if anything happened to her. No matter how this goes, she’s got to make a call letting people know she’s fine as soon as that’s possible.
“I could cut that harness off of you,” I offered, but she shook her head. I sighed. Now what? The total bondage she was in meant that pretty much every sex act I was interested in was off the table. I could spank her, but I usually liked to wrap that around some actual sex; fucking, sucking, or, at least, some manual stimulation, but maybe this was a test to see how.…See what? How gallant I am? Tenacious? What kind of problem solver? Shit! This is pretty fucked up.
“Are we supposed to play twenty questions?” I asked, not having any better ideas. She nodded.
“Is this just a way for you to get to know me?” She nodded and then shook her head.
“Does that mean yes and no?” She nodded.
“It is a way for us to get to know one another, but not just that?” She nodded.
“Do you already know something about me?” She nodded. I guess Carol’s given her the basics, age, height, weight, build, something about demeanor. The obvious stuff, but she wouldn’t know the details.
“Should I try to find out about you, or do you want to know more about me?” She shrugged.
“I’ll try to mix it up; learn a little about you let you know a little about me. Okay?” She nodded.
“You have to know that there’s a part of me that wants to tie you up here, while I go get my car, then take you somewhere, cut you out of that leather, and whip and fuck you silly. You do know that?” She giggled and nodded.
“I guess that was obvious.” She nodded even though it wasn’t a question.
“I guess you don’t want me to do that, but I bet there’s a part of you that does?” She nodded.
“It’s not just me then.” She shook her head.
“My name is Will. I’d like to know yours. Is it a short name?” She nodded.
“Is the first letter in the first half the alphabet?” She shook her head.
“Beyond S?” She nodded.
“Beyond W ?” She nodded.
“Not X?” She nodded.
“Is it Y ?” She nodded.
“Okay, Y. Is the second letter a vowel?” She nodded.
“Is it A, E, or I?” She shook her head.
“ O?” She shook her head.
“ U?” She nodded.
The only thing it could come up with those two letters was, “Yuki? Or some derivation thereof?” She nodded.
“Nice. I like it. You’re Japanese then?” That would fit with her skin tone. She paused and then shook her head.
“Ah. An American of Japanese decent?” She nodded.
“Right. I’d never call myself a German though my grandparents came from there. It’s probably the same for you.” She nodded.
I noticed that my arousal had gone and she looked too relaxed as well. “This isn’t very exciting. Do you want me to make it more interesting?” She nodded.
I reached out and grabbed her hair where it was wrapped in leather and shook her by it gently. Her breath caught. “You like that?” She nodded. “Me, too.” I pushed the toes of her shoes to once side of the chair and began to pull her forward until she slid off onto her knees. “I love those boots, but I’m sure they’re murder to walk in.” She nodded. “I’ll make you do it anyway. Would you like that?” She paused, then shook her head. “But you’d do it if I asked?” She nodded, tentatively. “Good. I’ll make it worth your while.” She nodded her agreement to that.
I pulled her forward by her head handle while I blocked her knee with my foot. She dropped down onto her hands. I pulled the chair alongside her and sat, stroking her sides. I let my hands slide down onto her breasts. I took her nipples and began kneading them. “You like?” Yes. “Harder?” Yes. I worked them harder and slowly began increasing the stretch and pinch. “Say ‘no’ when you’ve had enough.” It took a good long while, and I was very aroused by the time she gave me the head shake. I eased off, but continued to stroke, knead, and pinch her more gently while she recovered. “You can take a lot.” Yes. “Did you like that?” Yes. “How about flogging there?” Yes. “You like that a lot?” Yes. “How about here?” I slapped my palm into her ass. Yes. “Let me know when you’ve had enough.” I began spanking her ass, slowly increasing the force. Again, it took a while before she reached her limit. “You prefer a cane or paddle to bare hand?” She gave me yes and no. “Good. I like to do both, too.”
I slipped my hand under the tight strap that ran between her legs. I noticed that there were two leather retaining straps wrapped around the one going between her legs. These were usually used to hold vaginal or anal inserts in place. She seemed to have one in each. Without those, I might have been able to slide the strap to the side enough to get a finger in or even my tongue. “Oh, ho! What’s this!” I hooked my finger and thumb into the rear retainer and pulled the insert out of her a little way. When I bent to look, I could make out the dildo she had in her anus. It was slender, about the width of my index finger. I fucked her slowly with it, pulling it out the inch or so the strap would allow, then pushing it back in. “You like?” Yes. “How anal are you? A little?” Yes. “Good. Me, too. Fingers, toys, and I’ll tongue you if you’ll get real clean for me. Would you like that?” Yes. “I don’t usually fuck there unless my lover wants it. Is that okay?” Yes.
I turned my attention to the other insert, pulled it out, and took a look. It was much more sizable. It’s diameter was just a little less than my own cock, about an inch and a half in diameter. I took both retainers, one in each hand, and began pulling and pushing them alternately, fucking her fore and aft. She was shaking her head yes and groaning through her gag. I kept that going for five minutes or so, and she was getting increasingly desperate. “You want to come?” Yes. “Can you come?” No. I let go of the rear retainer and slipped my hand under the strap where her clit would be. I worked a finger in and got it where she wanted it, then pounded her ass with the other hand and grabbed the retainer and fucked her with big dildo while fingering her little button. “Could you come now?” Yes. About ten minutes later, after a lot of spanking, fingering, and fucking, she did. She kicked her legs out straight, making me support her ass in the air, she collapsed down onto her elbows and loosed a long, loud, growling series of moans while she shook.
Hers and His
I scooped her off the carpet and carried her into the bay between the offices. There was a futon couch there that turned into a bed with an afghan spread across the back. I guess it was used by people who stayed too late to go home. I put her down on the seat and then dropped the back, putting the thing in bed mode, and dropped the afghan on the floor. I got undressed and spooned in behind her. I kissed her neck and throat, while stroking her breasts, stomach and thighs, until she recovered.
“Was that nice?” I asked, just to see if she was ready to respond. Yes.
“This isn’t really very fair for me. The keys for those locks have to be somewhere.” Yes.
“Here?” Yes.
“On you, somewhere?” Yes and no.
I sat up and began searching her carefully. Tucked into the top of her left boot was a little key. I tried it in the locks on the head harness first, but without success. Fuck! That had been what I wanted undone the most. Dealing with her like this had been almost as bad as dealing with someone online, not very satisfying. I tried the key in the wrist cuffs and the little lock snapped open. I unbuckled the jacket and peeled it off of her, then replaced and relocked the cuffs, but didn’t lock them together. I tried the key on the ballet boots next, since I wouldn’t might getting those legs wrapped around me free of the fishnets. It worked there, too, and on the ankle cuffs. I took off the boots, cuffs, and worked the panty hose down her legs.
I took her foot and kissed it, then began moving up her leg with tongue strokes and more kisses. She arched her back and gripped the edges of the futon as I came on. When I was laying right between her thighs, I tried the key on the belt’s locks. First one snapped open, then the other. I pulled the inserts out of her and dropped them and the belt on the floor.
I moved back to take in this lovely creature who had given herself to me almost completely. The image was only marred by the head harness. I was sorely tempted to cut the straps and get that off of her. If I could have cut the padlocks, I would have, but the harness was a couple of hundred dollars worth of leather. It was her game, for now, and I thought I should play by the rules. The rest of her was beautiful, with wonderful creamy skin, nicely muscled body, under just the right amount of babyish fat.
I roped her wrists to the top of the futon frame. “Your body is mine, now.” Yes. I bent down and inhaled her heady perfume, then kissed the inside of her thighs right next to those glistening lips. When I licked gently around the outside of them, she arched her back and growled through the harness. She thought she knew where I was going and she wanted it bad, but it wasn’t going to be as easy as that. I raised both hands and slapped my palms down on her inner thighs. She was shaking her head no, but I was sure she didn’t mean it, well … mostly didn’t mean it. I parted her lips and licked her from bottom to top, making her shiver and groan. Then I delivered long sucking bites along the length of her lips on each side. She was hot to pop, but I was just getting started. I spanked her inner thighs again to pull her back, then put one of her legs over my shoulder and spanked her ass, too, before putting my head back between her thighs. I dredged my face along sex slick slit, getting all messy, then attacked her clit with stubble on my chin and my tongue, alternately. I teased her for a while, yanking her forward and pushing her back, and I couldn’t tell anymore what she was trying to communicate with her head shakes. I was punishing her for making me deal with that fucking harness, and I was loving doing it. Hey! I’m a Dom: torment is what we do, and it’s what the subs love, if they’re being honest. When I did finally allow her to come, it was titanic. Her muscles seized then shook, over and over. I kept tonguing her when it started to subside, and got her going again, and again. Finally, I thought she had enough.
I got up, and her complaint followed me all the way to the light switch and back. It was time for lights out, since I wouldn’t want to get up again after what was coming next. I untied her wrists and took her in my arms. Kissing the leather of the harness wasn’t as good as kissing her head and face, but it was what I had to work with, so I went with it. I held her until she landed back on earth.
I turned on my back and pulled her on top of me. She lifted herself up and I slipped my cock into her. I let her ride me like that for a little while to get used to the feel of me inside her. “Turn around.” It was an order with no room for discussion. She turned her back to me, straddling my hips, and put my cock back in place. I made her fuck me slowly, controlling her speed with slaps on her ass to speed her up, or my hands around her waist to slow her down. Then I started messing with her head, slowing her down just so that I could spank her back to a gallop again. Toward the end, I was spanking her with one hand and slowing her down with the other. I didn’t want it to end. I never wanted it to end, but that’s impossible. The feeling spread from the base of my cock, filling my pelvis first, then surging though my entire body. It was like a vacuum with an aching need to be filled, and then it was filled, over and over again. Later, she lifted off of me, took my cock in a firm grip, and lay down next to me with her harnessed head on my chest. I held her warm body next to mine, not thinking, just drifting.…
Finito?
When I woke up, Yuki was gone. I didn’t notice when she left, but it couldn’t have been very long ago, her side of the futon was still warm. I decided to call Carol. “Morning, Carol. Sorry about the early call.”
“Oh, hi, Will. What’s up?” Carol said, yawning.
“I wanted to thank you for last night. Yuki is fantastic! Can you give me her number?”
“I have no idea what the hell are you’re talking about, Will. Who’s Yuki?”
I pulled back the afghan and put my feet on the floor, looking around for any evidence of her and not seeing any. I might have been able to convince myself it had all been a very hot, and real seeming dream, but there, locked around my ankle, was one of her leather cuffs. Threaded through the padlock was a shipping tag, and scrawled on that was, I’ll be in touch. Love, Yuki.