Thursday is my favorite day of the week - that's the day the travel assignments for the following week are announced. You see, I'm an insurance adjuster at a large property insurer based in Tennessee, and my job requires me to travel for several days at a time. Don't get me wrong, I love my family life, it's just that I have particular needs that aren't met at home.
Allow me to explain: I'm in my mid-forties, and my husband is 20 years older than I am. He's a wonderful man, and a great father to our children, but I've discovered a facet of myself that he just can't satisfy. Through exploration and self-analysis, I've found that I am profoundly submissive. I crave humiliation, bondage, utter submission to the will of a strong, powerful dominant man. Rough treatment at the hands of a stranger makes me come alive - having my nipples twisted and cruelly clamped, my pussy and clit spanked, cropped, or whipped, being forced to suck cock and swallow cum - all of these things take me to another place, another space, where I experience the most incredible orgasms I've ever known. I've had groups of men and women use and abuse me in this manner, and it always leads to the same result - skyrocket orgasms, one after another, piling on top of each other until I'm lost in a sea of pleasure! I find that the more orgasms I have, the more powerful they become, and I've actually lost consciousness as the sensations overwhelm me.
So I look forward to Thursdays, since that's when I find out if I'll need to go out of town the following week. When I get my travel plans, I go to my favorite web site and look up potential new friends in that area. Sometimes there's a dominant man in the area who has already contacted me, as was the case a few weeks back when I had to go to Boston....
There had been a chemical spill in a small town called Brockton, MA - several hundred homes were evacuated, and they needed a thorough clean-up before the residents could return. My company insured 42 of the homes, and I had to go and see to alternate housing for the insured parties, as well as arrange with ServiceMaster for the cleanings. They were generous with my time, giving me the entire week to get it all done - I was certain I could take care of everything by Wednesday evening. So I sent a quick email to a man I knew as Master Frank, to let him know that I would be in his area and would likely have the following Thursday and Friday free for some extended play time. He and I had corresponded and exchanged pictures in the past, and I hoped that he would be available. He emailed me back almost immediately, telling me to expect a limo at my hotel on Thursday morning.
I caught my flight to Boston on Monday morning. It was an uneventful flight, and I spent most of the time fantasizing about what was going to happen to me at the end of the week. We touched down in Boston and I took a cab to my hotel, the Brockton Marriot. They had set me up with a suite where I could conduct interviews with the affected residents, and I immersed myself in my work for the next three days. I worked long hours well into the evening, to ensure that I would have Thursday and Friday free for my encounter with Master Frank. I spent lonely nights lying in my hotel bed, playing with my nipples and my pussy, imagining the attention they would soon be receiving. My sleep was disturbed by dreams of humiliation and torturous orgasms at the hands of the total stranger I would meet later in the week.
At long last, Thursday morning came. I woke early and re-checked my books - every homeowner had been seen, every claim resolved. I had kept several claims in abeyance, to be reported to the company that day and the next - I had to keep up appearances, they needed to think I was still working. I slipped out of my nightgown and took a nice, hot shower, shaving my underarms, legs, and pussy so that I was quite bare. As I toweled myself dry, the phone rang and the front desk informed me that a limo driver was waiting for me in the lobby. Master Frank had been quite explicit in his instructions about how I should dress for our meeting - I put on thigh-high, lace-top black nylons with a black lace garter belt, and no bra or panties, a short skirt and a plain white blouse. I checked myself in the mirror, feeling a warm thrill between my legs as I noted my prominent nipples poking through the thin material of my blouse - satisfied that I looked wonderful, I grabbed my laptop computer and proceeded downstairs.
Waiting by the front door was a large, well-built black man in a chauffeur's uniform, holding a sign with my last name on it. He looked to be about 50 years old, with a touch of gray around his temples, and he smiled warmly as I walked up and introduced myself. He took my laptop from me and led me outside to a waiting limo, opening the back door and ushering me inside. I settled into the wide back seat and admired the car, richly appointed with leather upholstery and deeply tinted windows, as my driver entered the front of the vehicle. A black leather briefcase sat on the seat opposite where I was sitting.
He said, "My name is George, ma'am, and I'll get you safely to your destination. Mister Southwick asked me to call him once you're in the car - I'll put him on the speaker phone for you, then I'll be raising the privacy screen, OK? Relax and enjoy the ride." Of course this was fine with me, and I nodded my assent while he connected the call. In what seemed like no time at all, I heard Master Frank's deep voice saying "Welcome to Massachusetts, Peggy."
"Thank you, Sir," I replied somewhat breathlessly, as the privacy screen powered upwards.
"While you're on your way to see me, we'll be playing some little games, my dear, I'm sure that's not a problem for you?"
"No, Sir," I replied, "I'm looking forward to it."
"Good," he said, "Then please note the briefcase on the seat opposite you. The combination has already been entered - I'd like you to open it and tell me what you find in there."
I reached forward, picked up the case by the handle, and placed it flat on my lap. I pushed open the latches and raised the lid - inside was two sets of fur-lined leather cuffs, a leather collar with a chain attached, a pair of nasty looking clover clamps on a chain, a fine leather blindfold, an 18 inch metal bar with an eye-hook at each end, several small unlocked padlocks, and a small "vibrating egg" with some sort of remote control attached. I described the contents to him, and he instructed me to lay the briefcase aside and remove my blouse and skirt.
My hands trembled lightly as I unbuttoned my blouse - my nipples hardened even more as the cool air washed over them, and I felt a warm thrill of sexual excitement building. I could smell the musky scent of my pussy as I unzipped and removed my skirt, and I laid the clothes aside and told Master Frank that I was ready.
"Good girl," he replied, "Now put two of those leather cuffs on your ankles, and tighten them as hard as you can without threatening your circulation. Then use two of the padlocks to attach them to the 18 inch spreader bar - lock them in place."
I did as he said and reported when it was done. He said, "Now put the other two cuffs on your wrists, nice and tight, but not over tight. Put on the collar, attach the clover clamps to your nipples, and insert the vibrating egg into your pussy. Make sure that you use its harness correctly, we don't want it falling out now, do we?"
God, it was exhilarating! His deep voice giving me these instructions, the feeling of the cuffs as I tightened them down, the clamps, the collar, the egg slipping into my now soaked pussy - the rush was just incredible. I tied off the harness so that egg would be held firmly in place, then I reported my compliance with his wishes once again. He said, "Good. Now pick up the last padlock and the blindfold. Put the blindfold on, then arrange your hands behind you and lock the cuffs together."
