by Rojero De Blanco, copyright September 2008
| Office of Love |
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"Ding."
I'm getting to be like Pavlov's Dog: when I hear that elevator ding, I start salivating.
And for good reason! When the doors spread apart, I see three outstanding women inside. One of those women is the object of my affection today, and the other two are her escorts -- the escorts already know me well, and I sent them to bring her. Her escorts each put a hand on her shoulder, and lead her out of the elevator. The doors close behind her, she will now walk down a long, wide, empty corridor to me. The escorts will stay with her because she is blindfolded, tape gagged and has her arms tied tightly behind her. Even so, she walks confidently down the corridor, and... perhaps... she's adding a little extra wiggle to those shapely hips of hers? It sure looks like it, but perhaps it's just the short denim skirt she is wearing this early Sunday morning.
Song-me has made this walk for me three times before. The first time, she was on an adventure. Her two friends, the escorts, had been courting her for many days. They had talked a lot, shared meals and gifts, given her informal backrubs and massages, and told her they had a friend who was really good at touching, and would she like to try getting a backrub from this mysterious person? She agreed, and that mysterious person was me.
The first time she walked out of that elevator she was just blindfolded, not gagged, and her wrists were simply tied, not the elaborate shoulder harness-elbow-and-wrist-tied-to-waist tie she is wearing this time. (This tie today makes her look so... so... captured and helpless!) That first time she came cautiously down the corridor, and I greeted her at the end with a simple and nice feeling massage. I made sure it felt good, but involved no intimate places. Then she turned around, and they left. The next day, the escorts asked if she wanted to do it again? She said, "Umm.. yeah!" and each time since we've gotten more comfortable and more intimate.
She has not seen me. She has not heard me. She knows me only by my hands. My escorts have been careful how they talk to her, so my identity and my gender are still a mystery. They have told her that if she wants to see who is making her feel so good, she has to show herself to that person, first -- all of her. And, if she does show all of herself, she's going to get a massage of all the mystery person sees -- her private places, too. So she understands what is at stake here.
This time in the corridor we go through a "docking maneuver." The escorts take her to about four feet from me, then stop and let her go. I raise my hands and hold them in front of me with the fingers open, as if I was pushing on an invisible wall, but low, at stomach height, not chest height... for me. Once my hands are up, one of the escorts commands, "forward", and my delight shuffles forward slowly. The escort tells her "right", and she turns right slightly. Soon, with a little sigh, her breasts "dock" into my hands, and the massage begins.
I notice something different this time. I slip my hands under her shirt to confirm that....
"You have no bra." I say. When I say that she hears me for the first time. I don't feel any tensing up at the sound of my male voice. Instead, she says a little something under her gag. I take the gag off carefully.
"I want to see you." she says.
"You know what that means?" I say.
She nods.
I massage her in the corridor for another thirty seconds or so, then move my right hand to her hair. I grip her pony tail, and lead her into the office. She is quite willing, and confident. She's been here before, so she knows the way, even if she's never seen where she goes.
The four of us go to a classroom that's been specially laid out.
"Do you want to take your clothes off, or should I do it?" I ask.
"You can do it." she says quickly.
I stand her up against the wall and have her spread her legs like she is being arrested. I undo the rope holding her arms and lift them over her head. Her top goes first. It goes up slowly, I'm in no hurry, there's lots of tender skin to be touched as her top goes up... over her head... and finally over her arms to fall on the floor. I spread eagle her arms on the wall, then slowly move my hands back down to the top of her skirt. This lower tummy area is a ticklish spot on many girls, so if my fingers wander much, she will giggle and curl over to stop the tickling and the moment will change from sensuality to comedy... not something I want right now.
As I grip the top of her skirt, I tell her, "Stand up." As she does, I quickly slide the skirt and panties down her legs and pull one foot after the other out, then have her spread them again. She's now fully naked in a full spread-eagle. Such a delightful image of submission!
My hands wander from her left ankle up her left leg... and into her crotch... to bump the top. I hear a soft sigh in response. I start from the right ankle and do the same, no sigh this time, but I'm sure she's twice as happy. I pull her arms down gently until her wrists are on her butt, then I tie them. I take off her blindfold so her eyes can adjust to the pressure release and she can focus easily when she sees me, but I don't have her turn around yet. I let her watch the wall for now. Instead I motion to her escorts and let them take my clothes off. They like doing so, and they are nearly as fast as I am.
Song-me's eyes refocus quickly after wearing the blindfold. I ask her, "Can you see well, now?"
"Yes." she says
"Then you may turn around." I am standing in front of her, fully naked. I give her only a few seconds to look uninterrupted before I start touching her again -- to reassure her that this man she sees is the one she has been touched by before. When I get to her knees, I pick her up. I carry her like a princess and put her on a mattress I have put on the big table in the center of the room. I stand, and massage and kiss her, while she lies, bound, on the mattress. I can tell from her quick breathing that's she's really enjoying this on an animal level. I can tell from the way my brain is shutting down my higher functions that I am too!
She does not orgasm that day, but I do... twice. After my second, we all rest, then we all untie, and bundle our clothes back on. I kiss her sweetly before we tie her wrists behind her again and blindfold her. Then I kiss her escorts sweetly too, for I love them too, and they lead her out the same way she came in. Before she leaves, she asks me, "What should I wear for you?" and I know I'll be seeing her again, many times.
-- The End --