We drive back in silence. The dinner was superb. She has never eaten at such an expensive restaurant. She didn't even understand the menu, or what I ordered (since it was in French).
She was quiet. Nervous, probably. The dining room of the place we were in was quiet, and I leaned close and told her what I was going to do with her...to her...
This was our third meeting. The first two were to get to know each other, her husband at the first. They took place at a small bookstore, in the back, the owner privy to the purpose of the meeting.
She shifted in the leather seat of the car. Squirming, I heard the rustle of her short satin dress. I could see the embarrassment in her when she walked into the restaurant. It was her first time wearing a dress that short, and revealing. I had arranged for her to see my friend Eileen at the boutique down the street from where we ate. Another shop owner privy to the reason for the appointment. The dress was delivered to her at work the next day. The next day because we were dining together that night, and at work because now she had to sit in her office thinking about what she would be wearing that evening. The box contained everything she would be wearing. The dress, and a pair of high heeled leather spiked heel shoes.
I know she had second thoughts when she looked into the box. She was supposed to. Everything about this evening was meant to make her be on edge, her senses tingling. Always aware she might make a mistake, some social blunder that would embarrass her. Or worse, make me angry with her. She was already told of the consequences of that.
I turned the last corner to my house. I pulled the car up to the door, and got out...rounded the car in a few steps and reached hers. She had forgotten my order, already opened the door and quickly closed it. I frowned, letting her see the disappointment on my face.
I led her inside, my strong hand on the small of her back, sliding my fingers along the line where he panties would cut into her...making her acutely aware of their absence.
Once inside the den I instructed her to stand in the middle of the room, and I locked the door. A large deadbolt affair that made a strong 'thud' sound. Fear must have welled up in her for a moment, she jumped at the sound of being locked in with me, alone, with no one else around for her to turn to for a clue as what would happen next.
I walked up behind her, and leaned forward into her hair at her neck...I asked if she was nervous. She replied that she was, and I could hear her voice crack...
Her wrists unadorned with any jewelery were my first quarry. I reached down and pulled them behind her back softly. I reached down to the leather sofa and picked up the sisal rope. The scratchy material went around her once, twice, three times and I knotted her arms together behind her. Then, reaching out to the wall I pressed on the panel next to the door. It popped open, and I pulled out the coiled leather restraint. It remained tethered to the wall and I fastened it to the restraint on her wrist...
I reached up and tugged at the straps to her dress. It fell around her ankles...She was flush now, red in the cheeks and nipples with anticipation...
I walk the few feet to my desk, which she is facing. She sees all the tools I intend to use with her. It is the last sight she has for a while. I lift up the silk blindfold and wrap it around her head, leaning close when I tie it behind her my mouth brushes her ear... "Don't be frightened my dear...I will not let anything happen to you..." My breath is hot on her as I speak softly to her. I feel her body lean to me, for some sort of comforting touch "Kneel down" I instruct her...
"Yes Sir..." is her only vocal response...
With her arms tied behind her and tethered to the wall, she struggles but assumes the kneeling position a moment later. Her ankles crossed behind her, and kneeling upright with her knees parted she has learned quickly...
I walk back to My desk and choose a small hairbrush...She brought it to me on our second meeting. Smaller than I would have liked, but suitable...
"Bend over, expose your ass to me."
"Yes, Sir" She assumed the pose...
I struck her hard, with no warning. Again, then again in rapid succession.
The skin became red, and I heard her catch her breath. I asked her to kneel upright again...
AS she came up I took both her tiny wrists in my hand and yanked her upright onto her feet. She didn't resist, and again she tried to lean into me for comfort. I pulled back and told her to spread her legs.
She complied and I reached onto my desk for my riding crop. I stood next to her and asked her a question.
"Do you know why you are here?"
"Yes, Sir. My Husband explained to me why he wanted me to meet you."
The crop came down hard just above her nipples.
Her breath came out in a surprised gasp, Her face contorted to a look of pain.
