The Interview

The Interview

I heard the beep that indicated the call ended and looked down at my phone, 11:14 A.M. Wow, is this really happening? This is going to be much more intense than I originally planned for. I knew he was always a little bit on the "creative" side when we hooked up during college but this is on a whole other level.

This all started when I heard that my old "friend" from college was looking for a private chef. William and I hooked up in college. We had fun, experimented with some bondage, messed around, but that was it. I hadn't spoken to him in 10 years when I saw the ad online for his private chef. I applied online, reached out to him, and heard nothing. Until the phone rang this morning. The phone call was short and to the point, but got my heart racing nonetheless. The part I can't quite get over was, "your outfit will be awaiting you in the limo." What outfit? I thought I was just going to interview for a personal chef position? I do admit, I'm excited to see him, but what does he have planned... is this a normal thing in his world? And a LIMO?! For an interview? I've never been picked up in a limo for anything, especially not an interview. What is this, prom?

The caller said I'm to change into my given outfit in the vehicle which will arrive at 4:00 PM. I wonder again what that outfit will be. Knowing him like I used to, there's a good chance it's revealing. He always liked me nearly naked. I always liked being naked for him... I admit to myself, slightly embarrassed already.

The rest of the day passes as slow as time can possibly go. I'm in and out of daydreams, one second tied spread eagle on the bed with him on top of me, the next trying to figure out what I'm supposed to pack, if anything. I don't even know how long this will take. What if I'm there all night? Whatever, I think to myself, I don't have any other responsibilities. I'm single, looking for a career change and don't have anything tying me down to one place. "Tying," "tied up", ugh there it is again, those thoughts. Oh, how I want him to pull me into his arms as soon as he sees me and kiss me like I've been his forever. FUCK. No, I don't want that right? Ugh, this is going to be a long night.

My phone buzzes right at 4:00 PM, just as the phone call promised.

"Your transportation is here, please come out when you are ready," the text reads like I have a choice. But if I know him, even if I'm one minute late to this interview, I will be punished for it. Hell, I'll probably be punished regardless of what I do. Knowing that, I grab my bag and leave through the front door, making sure to lock it on my way out. I have a funny feeling that I won't be home for a while.

He wasn't kidding about a limo, a 12-foot black Escalade limo awaiting on the street just in front of my house with the back door already open like there's someone waiting for me inside. Oh my gosh, is he going to be in there? Am I ready to see him right now? I'm not sure what to think. I don't see a driver, but the car is running so I assume there's one in the front seat. I cautiously make my way to the car, my eyes never leaving the open door like I'm expecting him to jump out any moment and greet me. That doesn't happen, and instead I get in only to find a small box laying on the seat with nobody else inside.

What he does to me isn't fair. Once I'm inside, the door closes and the limo starts moving. I note that I didn't see or hear anyone close the door. Odd, but probably better that way because it's time to find out what I'm wearing tonight instead of the blue jeans and low-cut top I strategically picked out. I begin to open the box and stop when I see a white envelope carefully placed on top of black tissue paper. I grab the letter.

Rose,

Thank you for agreeing to come by for an interview to be my personal chef this evening. I hope the transportation I have provided is sufficient. You should know that this position I'm hiring for is important to me and you will be the first person I employ if you wish to take the job. It will require more than just cooking, but I'm confident in your abilities to excel in this role. Looking forward to seeing you soon.

William

So few words but so much to unpack. More than just cooking? If I wish to take the job? He's confident in my "abilities?" What does this all mean, I think to myself. It's been ten years since I've seen him and he talks as if he knows everything about me. What am I getting myself into? I'm nervous and excited at the same time. Thinking back, that's usually how he wanted me to feel when we used to "hang out" many years ago.

Below the letter, I remove the tissue paper to find three small, neatly folded black clothing items and two additional small boxes. The first clothing item is a black thong, which I should have expected. That was always his favorite article of clothing to see me in. The second is a short black skirt that will barely cover my ass. The third item is a sheer black top that will do nothing to cover my exposed breasts when I'm wearing it. I should have known this was going to be more than a regular job. I'm starting to understand what he meant in the letter and it's turning me on a lot more than I'd like to admit.

After a few minutes of debating with myself on if I should go through with this, I strip down and put the thong on, only then thinking to hope that the driver can't see me. What if William is driving? I wouldn't put it past him. Doesn't matter, I've gone this far and it's too late to go back. I finish getting dressed and look in the mirror across from me. Yep, you can see my breasts with my nipples poking through the sheer shirt. Damn him, but I do look good. Of course he would know that.

I turn to the two small boxes left unopened within the larger box, carefully grabbing the larger of the two. I slowly open it to find a skinny leather block collar with a small loop for what I can only assume would be a leash and another note.

"Put this on before stepping out of the limo, you will be alone."

This is one of his kinky games after all, which I knew deep down all along. That's why I was so nervous yet excited for tonight. I carefully put the collar on and turn to the mirror. It looks like a choker necklace more than a collar and somehow matches the outfit William left for me.

I open the second box and I should have guessed before even opening. It's a pair of solid black metal handcuffs with no key and another note.

"You are to lock your wrists behind your back before exiting the limo. I have the key. I will be watching you when you arrive, and if I see your hands cuffed, I know you are ready for what comes next. If you choose not to, do not exit the limo when it stops and it will take you home, no questions asked. See you soon, Rose. Or not."

Fuck. I'm so wet just reading that note. Part of me wants him to fuck me right in this limo as is. Part of me wants to run away. Part of me wants to comply with every order he gives. As I debate what I'm going to do next I feel the limo slow and come to a stop. It's decision time.

Fuck it, I'm doing it. I'm going all in on his game. Why not right? What is the worst that can happen? As soon as I lock the handcuffs around my wrists behind my back, the door opens and excitement rushes through my body. All of a sudden it feels like it's 200 degrees outside. I panic for a second, trying to free my hands to help me stand, only to realize that these are not coming off without a key. I've willingly entered William's game and my emotions are running wild.

I carefully step out as instructed, which is almost impossible given my current attire. I attempt to use my hands to pull down the skirt to cover some of my ass with little success. For the first time, it really hits me how little I'm wearing, which is insane because I knew what I was getting myself into. This is what he does to me. Makes me crazy. For him. Fuck.

I'm in what seems to be a large garage. I can barely see as the only light is coming from the limo's headlights and a door 30 steps away. According to his letter, he can see me right now. I look around but can't see where he would be or how that would be possible. There's nothing in here except the car and the door. I begin to walk towards the door, very self-conscious of how exposed my body is. The 30 steps feel like 200 when you're handcuffed with your ass popping out of your skirt and almost nothing covering your top half, but I try to walk as sexy as I can. I probably look like a fool, I think to myself as I get embarrassed.

When I'm three steps from the door it swings open like it's been waiting for me. Dim light shines through the door and I hear a voice, his voice.

"Please come in Rose."

My heart races as I stop. It's him and he already has me nearly naked in handcuffs. How is this possible? Fuck I want him so bad.

I walk through the door into the dimly lit bedroom-sized room. But this isn't a bedroom at all, nor is it an office, it's everything I should have known it would be. To my left is a 6-foot tall, red, wooden "X" nailed to a black wall with cuffs fastened to each end. In front of that is a see-through glass table with three sets of metal handcuffs, four paddles and.... whips? I don't even know. There are two small clamps connected by a thin chain hanging off the side of the table and a large red ball gag in the center. I'm at a loss for words. To my right is a four-post bed. Again, with cuffs fastened to every pole making its purpose obvious. On the walls there are large posters of men and women tied up in ways I've only fantasized about, each one more beautiful than the next.

Finally, directly in front of me, he steps into view. He's wearing a black tuxedo over a white button-down undershirt with a black tie and black shoes standing there watching me as my eyes wonder all over the room.

My lips part to say hello but nothing comes out. I stare at him, then at the room around him, then instinctively raise my arms for a hug. I then remember that my hands are cuffed behind my back and I'm nearly naked.

"Hello Rose, I'm glad you could make it this evening. You look amazing," he says as he takes six steps towards me and places his hands on my hips while his eyes take in my full appearance before finally establishing intense eye contact for the first time, as if he can read my mind.

"Hello Master," I reply almost immediately. It has been 10 years, but I clearly remember how he prefers to be addressed. That earns a quick smirk that flashes across his face.

With his hands on my hips, looking straight into my eyes inches away from my face he says, "As you can see this is most likely a very different format of interview than you are used to. I trust that your cooking skills have only gotten better since last time I saw you. Therefore, there will be very little cooking today. Instead, I need to test a different set of skills I'm hoping you haven't lost over the past ten years. You were always one of a kind and you still have a special place in my heart. I gave you the outfit you are wearing as a preview of what to expect when you arrive here. I know we have history, but walking through that door as you are now is an acknowledgment that you are ready to be mine right now and always."

My heartbeat increases with every word he says, skipping beats as he calls me "special" and "his." I almost forgot his hands were on me until I feel them move down and over my thighs until they are pressing against my clit as he finishes his short monologue. Then he kisses me. I feel his lips against mine, his tongue in my mouth as he kisses me with urgency. As though we have only minutes instead of hours. I feel his soft bite on my lips as he pulls away taking my bottom lip with him for just a moment and then his hands start again. Slowly rubbing up and down my pussy lips but not entering me like my body needs. Of course he knows this, he has me hooked already. He had me hooked as soon as I got into that limo and those cuffs clicked behind my back.

"I missed you, very much," he whispers in my ear as he kisses my neck. "But now it's time for the first test."

He turns me around swiftly and presses himself up against my ass locking my hands between our bodies. I feel how hard he is for me already and it makes my body tingle with need. Need to be kissed, need to be touch, need...for him. He motions for me to walk towards the "X" and my eyes get wide with fear. I have never done anything close to what he is about to put me through and I'm suddenly terrified and excited all at once. My mind doesn't know what it wants but my body sure does. When I am in front of the giant X-Cross, he stops me and turns me around to face him then pushes me to my knees. I look up at the most professional looking William I've ever seen. He's changed a lot over the years but you can tell it's the same him inside. Just more... mature to say the least.

"Do you TRUST me Rose?" he asks, with extra emphasis on the word trust. "Are you ready to play out your wildest fantasies, and some fantasies you may not have known you had?"

I swallow, still staring up at him, my body displaying my inner thoughts. "Yes, Master."

As soon as those words are out of my mouth, he grabs under my arms, lifting me up and pushing me against the cross. He uses his legs to kick my feet apart and before I know it, he has secured both of my ankles to the cross. Next, he deliberately pushes his entire body against mine so I feel his hard cock press against me. He reaches behind my back to uncuff my hands. Just like my ankles, my hands are swiftly secured above me and I'm spread eagle for him to use as he pleases. My right nipple, which is showing through my shirt, is quickly covered by William's mouth. His hand reaches down to tease my thighs, my waist, my stomach, brushing over my sensitive parts again and again. He releases my nipple from his mouth and uses his free hand to wrap around my neck and holds me up against the wall. I'm fully exposed as he moves traces his fingers along my thigh, moves my thong to the side, and inserts one finger, then another inside me. All while looking deep into my eyes. I see why he chose this outfit as the skirt and thong provide no resistance. There is so much lust in those eyes I almost burst as soon as his fingers are inside me. Slowly he goes in and out, up and down my pussy with his fingers, still staring into my eyes watching me as pleasure consumes my body and my eyes can no longer stay open.

"You will get what you want eventually Rose, but first you have to work for it," he whispers as he pulls his hand out of me and releases my neck. He turns and grabs the red ball gag from the table and I know this adventure is just beginning.

Now I'm tied to the cross and there is a large red ball gag in my mouth, tightly secured around my head. I recall we tried a gag a long time ago, but it never felt like this one. My mouth is forced open as wide as possible and my teeth are locked around the ball. I definitely can't say any real words and only moans come out when I try. Every time I do make a noise, I see the lust in William's eyes become heavier and heavier. He likes when I struggle, I quickly realize. Fuck, he wants me so bad right now. He will be fucking me in no time, there's no way he can keep himself off me for long. He grabs a scissors on the table to my right. He grabs the see-through top I have on and starts cutting away. Soon my breasts are exposed completely. He steps back and puts down the scissors.

I watch him as he's a few paces away admiring me. Then he grabs a whip. My feelings of anxiousness, want and need a few seconds ago have been replaced with a slight fear. My eyes widen as he walks toward me holding a whip in his right hand.

When he's just a few inches away from my face he whispers, "I told you I would be testing you and this is the first test," as he glances at the whip in his hand holding it inches away from my chest. "You will accept this punishment now to learn what will happen if you do not obey your master's orders after you are hired. Do you understand Rose?" A smirk appears on his face as he finishes talking. "I need you to nod as your mouth is a little occupied at the moment," he says in a teasing tone.

I stare at him, glance at the whip, then back at him. How hard is he going to be with it? Where is he going to use it on me? My fear is obvious at this point but my excitement remains as well. I nod while looking him directly in the eyes.

As fast as I nodded, he steps back and lightly swings the whip so it crashes into the left side of my chest glancing over my exposed nipple. I try to yelp, but only a light moan comes out because of the gag. He swings again, slightly harder. I feel the sting on my body, with my nipple starting to burn. He swings again and I flinch, now starting to expect what's coming. Seven more times this happens and by the time he has finished my left breast is a flush red while my nipple stings with pain. Then he moves to the other breast. With every swing my eyes close and I pull against the restraints holding me up, only to feel the crack against my breast and the burning sensation that comes afterwards. It's not as bad as I thought, though. He didn't hit me hard enough to break skin or cause severe pain. In fact, it's more of a turn-on than I expected. William knows that I like when he is in full control and now, while I'm tied up and he is holding that whip, he is in full control of me. I imagine this is the start of many punishments to come.

After the 10

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smack on my right breast, he walks back, sets the whip down, and turns to face me. I can tell he is staring at my reddened chest, admiring his work.

"How did that feel?" he asks, knowing that I can't respond clearly.

I mumble into the gag, "it wasn't as bad as I expected."

Suddenly he picks the whip back up, steps towards me and smacks me again, much harder, right across my breast.

I cry out into the gag in pain, "MMM!" That one hurt a lot more than the other ones.

"If I ask you a question Rose, how do you respond to me?"

Fuck! I can't believe I messed that up right away.

"I'm sorry Master," I attempt to say as I'm still trying to get over the shock of what he just did. My nipples are on fire. He sets down the whip again and walks next to me, standing inches away while he looks into my eyes.

"Don't let that happen again," he says as both of his hands cup my breasts and gently squeeze. "Your chest is very warm and I'm sure your nipples are extremely sensitive after that." He whispers as he pinches each nipple looking down on them.

"MMM" is all that comes out of my mouth as the burning sensation increases with the pinch.

"No more of that punishment for now unless you misbehave, understand?" he says as he pinches harder.

"MMM, yes Master!" I scream into my gag through the pain.

"I can't understand you Rose, you are gagged," he mocks as the pinch does not stop. At this point all I can focus on is what he's doing to my nipples. Then he lets go and relief pulses through me. He reaches around my head and unbuckles the ball gag, letting it fall into his hands and out of my mouth.

"You were saying?" he whispers.

I take a few deep breaths, only realizing now that my body is starting to sweat with all the internal sensations he's putting it through.

"Yes Master," I whisper as I stare back into his eyes, making sure not to give him the satisfaction that what he just put me through excited me a lot more than I care to admit.

"Good girl," he responds as he puts the gag back on.

I watch him as he walks away toward a cabinet, which I only imagine is full of other toys. How long am I going to be like this? I start to wonder. What does he have planned next? How am I so turned on right now? This man I once thought I knew has so much more hidden deep inside him than I had realized. Do I want to be here? Am I ready for this? It's all too late to ponder now, I tell myself. I am here and I am his to do with as he pleases, and that realization awakens feelings inside me I never knew were possible. I am so incredibly turned on by this man that, if I thought hard enough, I might be able to cum without him touching me. Oh, how he would hate that, but to see the look on his face as I did without his permission might be worth the punishment I know would come soon after.