Zoe looked at herself in the mirror and wondered, not for the first time, what she was doing here. It had all stemmed from a conversation with her friend Helen when she bemoaned the pressures of always being in charge at work, and always being the decision maker. "Every now and then it would be nice to just be told what to do, and get on with it," she said.
"I may know just the couple for you," replied Helen with a very naughty grin. Zoe was simultaneously intrigued and concerned.
"What sort of couple?"
"Well, basically you go and visit them for an hour and they take complete control, telling you what to do and expecting you to comply."
Under Zoe's cross examination Helen admitted that the service was essentially a sexual one. She was appalled, and told Helen so, even though deep down there was just a hint of a tingle down between her legs. Deciding not push it any further, Helen gave Zoe their names and number.
The chat meandered on to other topics before they finished their coffee and headed back to work. Sitting at her desk Zoe kept turning the bit of paper with the contact details on it over and over in her hand. It would do no harm to enter them in her phone, she convinced herself. That didn't mean she would ever call them. It was just in case. She did stop to wonder "Just in case what?" a couple of times but quickly dismissed those thoughts.
It turned out that it was just in case she had an afternoon like today's. Staff problems, customer complaints, delivery schedules going wrong, and everybody coming to her to sort it. As the office emptied at 5.30 she slumped, exhausted, at her desk. Almost before she realised what was happening she was listening to a man's voice answering the phone. For once her air of confidence deserted her, and in stumbling, mumbling words she tried to explain about being given his number, and how she felt about always being in control. His relaxed cheerful manner eventually put her at ease, and suddenly she was making an appointment.
As she put the phone down she let out a massive sigh. Matt had explained to her that within pre-set parameters she would be expected to do everything that she was told to for the entire hour of their session. She did have a "safe word" to use if it all got t0o much for her, and this would end the session immediately. As she eased her skirt up her thighs she appreciated the potential for the combination of fear and arousal. Her skirt was now up round her waist and her hand down her panties.
The combined effects of her teasing fingers and wandering imagination meant it didn't take long at all before she was coming. The physical release felt wonderful, and she licked her fingers clean before pulling her skirt back down and heading home. All time she was pleasuring herself she had been totally unaware that one of the graduate trainees was watching her through a chink in the blinds at her office window.
It was now a case of counting down the days, then hours, until 11 o'clock Saturday morning. And now here it was. And here was Zoe, in a very short black leather dress, with almost no back or front to it, and no underwear. She had never seen herself as a big fan of leather clothing, but had to admit there was something about this dress. With one last deep breath she wandered out of the changing room into a fairly large white tiled room. The room itself was not particularly remarkable, but some of the wooden frames scattered around it, and some of the articles hanging from the walls were (to her mind at least). There were all sorts of restraints, and a variety of whips and canes, along with items whose use she could barely guess at.
"Hello Zoe" said Matt "Come and stand over here." He was dressed in black leather trousers and nothing else. Zoe couldn't help admiring his physique as well as his air of authority as she went and stood where he had indicated. He then circled her, standing very close, commenting on how much fun he was going to have with her. She could feel his breath on the back of her neck as he stood behind her, his bare chest pressing almost imperceptibly against her exposed back. She shuddered involuntarily at the contact.
"Don't move" he instructed as he walked over to one of the walls where, after much deliberation, he selected what looked to Zoe like a riding crop. She wondered there and then whether she should invoke the safe word and get out of there. However something held her back and she watched with bated breath as he walked slowly back towards her. He ran the tip of the crop up and down each arm, and then up the inside of her thighs, until it pressed against her naked pussy. She could feel herself tingling at the pressure from the crop, even though she knew this should be doing nothing for her.