I first met the man I adoringly call my Master a little over 18 months ago, I was invited to work conference and as part of the day we were organised into small discussion groups and that was when I saw him, I was immediately struck by his good looks and as I listened to him speak I was taken in by the confidence he exudes. As the conversations went on around me the only thought in my head was what it would be like to have his hands all over my body and from that moment on I knew I had to have him.
As we didn't work in the same building our affair began with lots of emails finding out about each other, we were both married at the time so we had to be discreet, when we had the opportunity to meet it was usually in a car in a secluded spot where I would pleasure him with my mouth and he would bring me to a climax with his fingers and occasionally with lots of planning we were able to satisfy our ever increasing desires in a room.
As our relationship evolved our emails became very erotic stories of what we would love to do to each others bodies and it slowly progressed to involve others we knew, I had never been so aroused by reading another's thoughts and my own imagination expanded to imagine the most wicked of desires, acts I would never dream of telling another living soul but I had found another I could divulge without the embarrassment or fear of shocking and I soon discovered just how much we had in common.
My marriage eventually fell apart as I knew I had been living a charade for so many years and it was time to break free, I found a place in walking distance to where he worked and I couldn't believe my luck when a position in the same building came my way and was able to attain, now we would have the opportunity to actually act out all those fantasies we only ever talked about.
My first experience with bondage was when he suggested how exciting it would be to tie my hands behind my back; I was certainly up for anything new and eagerly agreed. Using a scarf my hands were bound and I was forced onto the bed, as his hands explored by body I was so aroused by being so completely vulnerable and at the mercy of another. At first these sessions were gentle and playful but I could sense he wanted more, it was suggested he would pretend at our next meeting he was a real-estate agent coming to inspect the property but his intentions were sinister and as we acted out this fantasy it wasn't long before his hand was over my mouth I was thrown onto the bed and a bag placed over my head, his voice turned cruel and aggressive and told me if I screamed he would hurt me so badly I would ache for days. My heart was racing as I didn't know how far he would take this but even though I felt nervous I was amazed how my cunt throbbed to be violated. His hands squeezed firmly around my throat as I struggled for breath and he forced my legs open ramming his fingers into my now drenched cunt and fucked it hard. As I came with such intensity the bag was roughly removed from my head his cock was now at my mouth and I was ordered to suck. I did with such yearning desperate to hear his grunts of satisfaction and have him fill my mouth with his creamy offerings, just to make it all the more real I was told if I spilled any of his come I would be punished severely and I made sure I didn't let any trickle from my lips.
