Author's note:
After submitting the first entry, I felt that the two main characters needed more buildup and background. This is meant as a deeper dive into how they meet. First professionally, then as lovers, and finally over the bondage
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Mia and Magnus had met as part of a joint-venture. They were both IT developers, and had been part of the team working between two big companies. Mia and Magnus had clicked early on, and found that even though their backgrounds were different, and their approach might not clinch, they were good at getting more out of their teamwork than the sum of their parts. Mia was a strong all rounder, often drawing on her experience to help solve an issue, by approaching it from a different angle. Magnus was a subject matter expert (SME). He was a senior software engineer, with a lot of knowledge at his fingertips, and a general knowledge of the immediate technologies they used.
The day Mia had arrived at the office, he had been drawn to her. She had her auburn, almost red hair up in a ponytail, and wore a loose satin blouse, and a pair of jeans. She had been added to the project since they had run in to some issues that were threatening to delay the delivery. The project manager made the introductions, and Magnus presented the technical details that Mia would be helping to fix. That meeting had drawn out. The issue was in the hardware/software interface. They sat in a stuffy conference room with three other engineers, slowly filling up first the boards with diagrams, then the screens, and finally sheets of paper patterned the walls with printouts of diagrams that illustrated the issue. They had crunched for a week, and finally found the issue, and designed the fix. Mia stayed on to help drive other, less infected issues and let the devs and engineers work on the stuff they were best at.
When they reached the deadline, cake was served to the whole company. Both companies actually, and the local project team went out to celebrate. The dinner overflowed to the local watering hole, and Magnus and Mia had found out that they had other interests in common, and ended up sitting by themselves in a booth, the last two after the others had departed. The student helpers, who had done many of the menial tasks, and been thrilled to be included in the dinner and drinks, had gone on to a dance club, and most of the others had left for their families, or other undisclosed destinations.
Magnus had always felt it hard to start off a relationship. He was in his late thirties, and didn't do much dating, but he felt a kinship with Mia. She had just started to get up, to go to the washroom, when he reached out for her hand, looked her in the eyes, and paused awkwardly. She smiled to him. Not wanting her to pull away from him, he recaptured the moment.
"... Hurry back," he said with a shy smile.
"I will." She answered, with a broadening smile.
He watched her nice rounded, jeans covered butt walk away, her auburn ponytail swishing from side to side as she navigated the busy bar. He caught her looking at him as she turned the corner to the toilets. She winked at him. He waved back, smiling broadly. Then he started second guessing himself. What did this mean? Five minutes passed. He looked at the table. Their drinks were as good as done. Mia had not brought a purse and their coats were on the hooks by the door. He got up, and navigated to the toilets. Unisex toilets, three doors. One occupied. He put his ear gently to the door. Running water. Then the drier. He withdrew his head, and looked back to the corner leading to the rest of the door, deciding what to do.
Apparently, he zoned out, because the sound of the latch didn't snap him out of it. The door opened inward, and as he turned his face, He was nose to nose with Mia. She smiled, and lifted her head to kiss him. Her warm, moist tongue invaded his mouth and started a dance. He let go of the doorjamb as Mia pulled him into the stall. He followed, and trying not to break their lip contact fumbled behind him for the room. Mia's hands were at his belt buckle, trying to unlatch it by feel. He started pulling his shirt out of his jeans, and moved to undo the buttons, but Mia stopped him. His jeans fell to his ankles as she guided his hands to her belt. He didn't hesitate. She undid her own shirt, and they broke contact for a split second, stepping out of their jeans, and pulling of boxers and panties. Black lacy hotpants.
Mia turned around, offering her butt to him, legs slightly apart, and looking back at him invitingly, while she leaned against the wall over the porcelain throne.. He pulled out his cock, and feeling her wetness, slid his cock into her. She gasped as he filled her pussy. He let his hands investigate her butt, slide over to her belly, and up towards her breasts. Her shirt was open, and her bra was still laced, but he felt the soft weight of her breasts through the lacy fabric. He thrust increasing the tempo, and felt Mia push against his thrusts with her body. Mia's right hand found her clit, and Magnus felt her fingering it, her fingertips brushing his cock. He felt himself nearing climax, and tried to pull back. Mia's hand flew to his butt, grabbing it and pulling him to her.
"Don't! Stop!" she panted, keeping up the rhythm, pushing herself against him.
He continued the thrust, both hands on her hips, increasing the strength of each thrust. Mia's hand went back to her clit, and continued to stimulate her clitoris. Magnus felt the climax approach, and kept thrusting, until his cock started pulsing, and squirting his life-creating seeds into the beautiful woman in front of him. He kept thrusting, wanting her to achieve her climax too. Shaking with each thrust, as his post-orgasmic cock seemed more sensitive. A moment later, Mia moaned and let her self ride the orgasm. He stopped, and held her tight, leaning in to her, enjoying their closeness.
Mia straightened and turned in his embrace, and met his mouth for a kiss.
"Mm," she purred, "That was purrfect."
"Oh yeah," Magnus replied.
"I was hoping you would invite me home to your place for a nightcap, but that was naughty."
Magnus blushed.
"I would still invite you home for a nightcap."
"Let's go then."
Mia bent down to pull up her panties. She looked up, pausing in mid motion, and leaned over to plant a kiss on his penis. He shivered with pleasure. She straightened, seating her panties properly, and smiled naughtily at him. He hurriedly pulled up his own boxers, and his jeans, and fastened his belt. He turned to the mirror, and made sure he wasn't too disheveled. He reached for the latch, but caught himself before he threw it open. He turned his head to look at Mia. She nodded her approval. He reached his other hand to her, and she took it. They walked hand in hand from the toilet area to the coat hooks.
That night had drawn out, the trip home stopped countless times for a kiss or three, and ended up with slower, drawn out lovemaking, letting them discover each others' body.
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Their relationship had grown. It had become customary for them to spend all their off-time together, culminating in them moving in together, in Mia's apartment. One day Mia had walked in with her arms full of groceries, to see Magnus yanking off to porn.
"Oh, so what is this?" she asked, with a deprecating tone. Magnus looked guilty.
"I can explain," he began, "I have some kinky desires. I didn't know how to tell you, and I thought you were going to be gone for a couple of hours yet."
She put down the shopping bags and put her hands on her hips. "Then explain them to me."
Magnus let go of the breath he had unconsciously holding. He let go of the now limp thing he had also been holding, and pulled his pants back up. "I get off on the thought of intense orgasms. Women or men tied up and stimulated until they come hard."
Mia sat down beside him and looked at his screen. The watermark said 'House of Gord' a masked and gagged woman, her hair sticking out the top of the mask, wearing a catsuit and an arm-binder. Her catsuit was unzipped between her legs, and two dildoes had been inserted into her orifices. She was on her knees in a steel cage.
"So you like bound women in tight clothing?"
"Um," Magnus hesitated.
Mia looked at the screen again, then into his eyes. "Is this what turns you on?" She asked, "So you would be more turned on if I was dressed in a skin tight catsuit, bound, trussed and crated?"
He paused, feeling a small rush of blood to his member. "I would be lying if that image didn't turn me on... Please don't judge me. I love what we have together. I would hate to lose it, but the thought of a woman strapped up to a device turns me on in a way no other fantasy has before. The thought of coming across a woman strapped up, ready to be used turns me on enormously."
That had set her thinking... She got enormously turned on by feeling her partner's arousal; Giving a blowjob, feeling his dick harden as she worked on it sent tingles down through her belly, or feeling him close to climax sent her endorphins rushing through her body, multiplied in her belly and shot to her sex. Their relationship was based on honesty and openness. Internally, she acknowledged that he had been honest, but she felt that he was looking for something that she was not really ready to give him. "I feel your excitement, but I need to approach this my way." She turned, and stomped off to the kitchen to put away the groceries.
Magnus was clearly partly relieved and frustrated.
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A couple of weeks later Mia had done some research and found herself being turned on by some of what she saw. She had found that the anonymity of some of the outfits had turned her on. She had made the orders and laid her first plans. The courier had dropped off a very plain looking package. She was opening it now. A custom latex neck-entry catsuit with attached toe-socks in an (apparently) classic black. She had also bought a set of bright red restraints that connected to put her into a frog tie, a gag and a hood.
She had been working from home and Magnus had been at his office. She had dressed up in the catsuit, marveling at the way her 38D bust looked in the tightness. Then she put on the cuffs from the restraint set. The camera was already set up, and she posed for a couple of pictures with the cuffs loosely attached. She unclipped the cuffs and reviewed the pictures. Good. None of the pictures has her face showing. She sent off a text to Magnus. It read: 'I did some exploring today. So let me get this straight: If you were to come home and find me dressed in a catsuit and tied up like the girl on this picture, you would be extra turned on?'. She hit send and put the phone away.
