“Gawd, I can’t be late today! The executives from the home office are coming in for a major meeting.” Madison spoke into the headset that hugged her right ear. “J, I have got to make a good impression. You know how much I want this new position. It all weighs on today!”
She leaned forward to turn the heater up while listening to her girlfriend boost her ego. “Madie, you have nothing to worry about. You already know they have been creating this around your qualifications. You are very smart and wonderful with the clients. I’m sure you look fantastic too, so the professional appearance has been covered. What did you end up wearing? How did you do your hair?”
Chuckling at the questions posed to her, Madison looked up into the rearview mirror to check her make up and thought briefly back to an hour earlier. She had torn through everything in her closet trying to find the “perfect” outfit. She’d settled on a gray skirt suit. Self-conscious for a moment, she’d looked in the mirror thinking she’d let too much leg show for a conservative look. The gray fitted jacket over her aqua silk top made the outfit look sensually smart rather than overtly sexy.
She looked everywhere for her classic gray pumps but had to go with the strappy ones that made her long shapely legs appear to go on for miles instead. Madison pulled her hair back in a pony tail at the nape of her neck, got frustrated with how it looked and then tossed it up in a French twist. Satisfied with the curvaceous reflection staring back at her, Madison grabbed her coat and left the tornado destroyed room behind streaking to the car in a flurry of lateness.
Talking to J while she blew past all the cars taking their sweet ass time on the highway she listened to the music from her favorite station. Madison smiled as a song she had downloaded onto her computer played on the radio. The man she had been chatting with suggested she check it out. J got another call and left Madison to her reminiscences.
“Something 'bout the way the hair falls in your face, I love the shape you take when crawling towards the pillowcase” the words of John Mayer filtered out of her speakers and cascaded over her. The song had played in the background when Grayson called her two nights ago. They’d only spoken on the phone a handful of times but she knew his voice intimately. They’d shared many conversations through chat and email, progressing to phone conversations.
This man called out to her with the words he’d posted on a site where they were both members. She’d contacted him and they began exchanging emails on a regular basis. At first filled with detail about their lives, playing twenty or more questions of the get-to-know-you game, then growing sensual, deeply personal and erotic to the point they discovered intense feelings for one another. For months now they shared dialogues everyday.
Discussions of when, where and how they would meet came up more frequent in the last month. Nothing was ever pinned down. No plans confirmed. Madie began to think she would never meet him. This man who claimed her heart, mind and body, nearly her entire soul.
And claim her he did. Tuesday night before he’d called, Grayson sent her an email with instructions on what he wanted her to do to prepare for him. The message read, “Take a bath. Place rose oil in the water. With a washcloth caress your entire body. This is my tongue tasting every inch of you. Gently towel dry, thinking of me using my hands to wipe the droplets of water from your soft silky skin. You may put on your black silk robe but nothing else. Do not tie it. Take the sash you will need it in a moment. Now put on the nipple clamps I sent you. Tug the chain once after you have them on. This is from me. Next I want you to bind your ankles to your bed. Insert your vibe into your pussy. Do not turn it on just yet. Now bind your wrists together with the silk sash from your robe. Turn on your vibrator on low. Hold your vibrator and phone. Do not move. Wait for me to call. Do not cum.”
Over the last few months their liaison had expanded into an online BDSM relationship. Once a dormant aspect of her sexuality, through him she slowly but pleasurably became awakened with each conversation they shared. She lay there letting her mind wander to the sound of his voice as music played in the background. Her body reacted in a well-conditioned manner. Hearing his voice in her thoughts turned her on even more than the words he had written to her.
Not wanting to disobey Grayson even though he wasn’t in the room, she tried to still her body’s reaction to her wild erotic images. “When will he call?” she whispered into the candlelit room. Anticipation caused her juices to flow over the vibrator buzzing softly inside her. Her insides clenching the toy imbedded in her. Excitement building. The thrill of the moment had her breathing heavy. Jolts of pleasure caused her body to twitch. The sounds of the apartment filtered through her thoughts distracting her for a moment. The song drawing her thoughts back to him. Lost in the words, the vibration of the phone on her belly shocked her, making her jump. It pushed the vibe inside her a bit deeper. With a moan of startled pleasure, she tried to separate her hands to grasp the phone quickly forgetting she was bound. Crying out in frustration, desperation and aching need.
