My heart was pounding as I walked up the three flights of stairs in the old apartment building. It has obviously been built in the late 1950's before more modern building codes were enacted. The staircase was wide and solid. The paint was a drab green. I reached the third floor and opened the door into the hall. Aromas of ethnic cooking filled my nostrils as I slowly walked down the hallway looking for apartment 321. I stood for a moment anticipating what was in store for me on the other side of the door......
This journey began some time ago when I was searching the internet for some information on "bond discounts" for an engagement I was hired to do in my capacity as a CPA. I am not a great typist having never learned "keyboarding" techniques in school. My fumbling fingers punched in letters approximating what I was looking for and one of the links came up "Bondage - Erotic". Not on point, but intriguing none the less. I had a few minutes so rather than dealing with the matter at hand, I clicked the link. Up came images of naked men and women in various restraints, blindfolds, gags being attended to by wicked looking people intent on inflicting pain and torture. Surprisingly, my cock began to get hard and there was a noticeable throbbing in my loins. I looked at the pictures for a few minutes (probably longer....) before closing the page and getting on with my work. The matter, however, was committed to my subconscious for follow up later.
I worked late into the evening and managed to complete the analysis and email a draft to my client. I had already let my wife know that I would not be home for dinner, so I took the opportunity to go back to the "bondage" search. I had to keep suppressing the images while I was working, but now that I was relaxed I felt that I could explore without restriction.