For most people, Friday nights were normally a celebration to the end of the working week. An evening highlighted by friends, dates, and late nights in bars. Not for Katie.
Katie sat alone in her apartment. Working from her bed, a sea of mangled sheets. The only light in the room radiated from her laptop that rested upon her slender thighs. Her fingers rhythmically danced across the keyboard while her blue eyes zipped side to side in a state of deep focus. Her only accompaniment was the steady traffic from the busy Washington, DC streets below her open apartment window. The dull amber from the city lights animated a sheer white curtain that swayed in the warm evening air. Typically, Katie would find herself at the office, late enough to greet the cleaning staff. This evening, her boss offered a rare kindness, allowing her to finish the days work from the comfort of her own home. The fact that her boss saw this as a kindness was only one of the reasons Katie hated her job.
Being the youngest non-profit consultant at her firm, Katie always had the grunt work dumped upon her. She was constantly told she would have to pay her dues to climb the company ladder. Her original goal was to work at the top non-profit consulting firm, her current company, to learn the ins and outs of non-profits with the hope of starting her own. After five, nearly sleepless, years of bending over backwards for her company, she found the work was just as grueling and demeaning as day one. In that time, Katie had only been on a total of four dates, none of which amounted to anything serious. The goldfish in the large lobby aquarium of her office building saw more action than she did. She was completely reduced to the rare masturbation session if she was lucky enough to find the time. She had a reoccurring fantasy about quitting in a flamboyant fashion, throwing papers, and storming out while cussing at her boss. She knew deep down it would never be more than a fantasy. She had invested so much into her career and now was at the top firm in the country for her line of work. Every day she told herself to simply 'hang in there'.
As the clock crept towards midnight, Katie finished the last sip of red wine from a bottle she had been enjoying ever since she got home from the office three hours earlier. She figured that if she was going to see any action this month, she better service herself now, before the hell fire of emails that rained down from her boss all hours of the night entered her inbox. Katie closed her work email and quickly began to browse through her favorite bondage websites.
Katie had always been curious about bondage since her late college days in California. While conducting research for a psychology class, she stumbled across the culture. After dismissing the topic, she found that the what she read, the idea of using pain and dominance to achieve pleasure, haunted her mind. Soon, she found herself browsing endless pages of bondage related porn. She was like a kid in a candy shop. Eventually she worked up the courage to share her interests with her college sweet heart. The conversation not only cost her her relationship, but word spread to her close group of friends who, from that point, treated her like a leper and disowned her. In an instant, Katie lost everything dear to her. Immediately after graduation, she left for the East Coast and never looked back.
Katie scrolled through endless videos and images of bondage themed porn. Nothing tonight was hooking her lustful desires. She wasn't sure if it was because she was tired or the stress from work, but she was not about to waste any small opportunity she had for release. She searched for some new sites to see if something a little more hardcore might quench her thirst. Eventually, something caught her eye. It was an ad for an online bondage community called Cuffed. She clicked the link, surprised that she had never come across this community in the past. As the page slowly loaded on the screen, her blue eyes grew wide with anticipation. She bit her bottom lip as she scanned the page. The site was full of advanced bondage topics, blog posts, and user forums. Katie felt a flutter of excitement in her chest. This was the first time Katie had come across, bondage sans porn. The hole that was left from her terrible breakup in college, now, didn't feel so big.
Slightly tipsy, Katie created an account to gain deeper access to the site's content. She immediately started browsing the user forums and was surprised to see how many people had posts looking for others to partake in deviant behaviors. Katie read each one, quickly learning she was not alone with her tastes. Digging deeper, she came across a section for people new to the practice and lifestyle. Many were looking for their first real life encounter. Katie no longer felt so alone in the world and found comfort in knowing her interests were shared by so many others, a fact she was very unaware of. Katie came across posts of individuals who partook in the lifestyle 24/7. She read each one and how subservients and slaves loved the fact that they were owned by their masters or mistresses. She carefully read scenario after scenario of how orgasms were used as means of control and how pain could be interpreted as pleasure. Continuing on, she saw how the masters, or dominants of these subs, were very proficient in their art form. They took great care to make sure their subs loved their servitude, even if their limits were being pushed. Katie could not get enough as she read through each page of posts.
Katie came across a particular story that really peaked her interests. The post was from a sub who had been in a state of bondage for a full 12 hours. It described how her master blindfolded her, bound her, and teased every single one of her senses. Each hour, her master made sure not only to tease her, but provide her a mind-blowing release. Katie was fascinated with the idea of prolonged bondage. She had never come across anything like this before. This didn't surprise her though as she had only spent time watching short porn videos of the genre. Katie personally never had more than two orgasms in a single day and could only imagine how wonderful those 12 hours must have been. Without even realizing it Katie's left hand was already down the tight, black yoga pants she had thrown on when arriving home. She rubbed her clit slowly as she continued to read on. She learned that this sub has been with her master for only 6 months, but had said those 12 hours had been the most pleasing of her life and would not trade them for anything. Katie's hand picked up speed as she was now readily aware of her own wetness. The sub mentioned that there were hours where she was bound to a bed and teased endlessly with a variety of unknown toys. Katie imagined for a moment, that she was the one tied to the bed, with the hands of another exploring and teasing her body. Katie's legs began to lightly quiver. She closed her eyes and pretended, for a moment, that her legs were being held open, and that someone was demanding her to cum, for their own visual pleasure. Katie felt a tingling wave radiate from between her legs and the muscles in her body spasmed and tensed. She slowly pulled her hand up from between her legs as the pleasurable feelings slowly receded like an ocean tide.
Katie placed her laptop and phone on the old wooden nightstand next to her vast bed and made her way to the bathroom. Her eyes took a minute to adjust to the light. Katie quickly peed, and then brushed her teeth so she could get some sleep before she would inevitably have to start her weekend work. Katie took a moment to admire her body in the mirror. She was slender and very thankful she had the type of body that never required exercise but still looked as though she worked out every day. Her smooth, platinum blonde hair, which accented her piercing blue eyes, flowed over her model like shoulders. Katie turned and looked at her side profile. While her breasts were of average size, she loved their perkiness and found them to be her best feature. Katie, pulled the white, v-neck teeshirt that she had been previously wearing off over her head. She stared at her black, lacy bra, one that she had purchased just incase she needed something sexy for a date. It was now in her normal rotation of underwear as dates were as rare as blue moons. She reached both hands behind her back and unhooked it, letting it fall straight to the bathroom floor. Her breasts flawlessly framed her little pink nipples. In a single motion, Katie pulled her yoga pants and black lace panties down her long legs, adding to the growing pile of clothing on the bathroom floor.
There has to be someone out there who would want to play with this,
she thought, as she stood admiring her body, thinking back to all the posts she saw on Cuffed.
Naked and back in her bed, Katie placed her head on her king sized pillow and curled up in the blankets. She could not stop thinking about how wonderful those 12 hours must have been for the sub on Cuffed. Katie thought back to her college boyfriend and how rejected she was for her interest. A half-day of bondage was a lot to ask from anyone. She couldn't even get someone to simply discuss it with her. Katie smiled as her eyes closed. She no longer felt so alone. There were others, real people, like her, out there. It wasn't all porn. She began to craft in her head, the post she would write on Cuffed when she awoke.
Katie naturally awoke early Saturday morning at 7:00 AM with her hair stuck to her face and drool running from her open mouth down to her pillow. She slowly sat up as her eyes adjusted to the morning sun peaking in through her, still open, bedroom window. She grabbed her phone and already saw an email from her boss with a new assignment.
And here we go,
she thought.
My weekend, down the drain, just like I expected. I can't stand this job.
Katie propped up her pillow and leaned back against the headrest of her bed, pulling her cold laptop from her nightstand onto her naked lap. She thought about blowing off her work and looking for a new job instead. Opening the computer, the screen illuminated the Cuffed page from the previous night.
Before Katie could dismiss the Cuffed page, the newest post caught her eye. It was a dominant looking for a new submissive woman. Being curious, she quickly clicked the link and scanned over the details.
Middle age, professional gentleman, looking to work with a new female sub. Looking to help train and ease someone into the lifestyle full-time. Clean and very experienced.
