This affair was already several weeks old, just how it had started was still quite a mystery to her but so far it had been incredible. She had never meant it to happen but he had pursued her relentlessly at every opportunity. To Emily whose marriage was not as perfect as it appeared to the outside world it was like an intoxicating breath of fresh air. One of those poor unfortunate women who never had to worry about money or any of the other mundane matters that life thrusts at lesser people Emily had become bored with her opulent lifestyle. Married to an older highly successful business orientated man who pampered her every need she felt stifled and yearned for change. The affair made life more bearable for her but it was becoming an obsession instead of the distraction she had intended it to be. She lived for the brief time they spent together and squandered a fortune on gifts for him, which he always accepted graciously.
Mickey had booked the same room at the hotel they usually used and she felt girlishly excited as she approached the now familiar door and knocked softly. Smiling wolfishly Mickey greeted her and drew her inside kissing her passionately before she could speak. Inside the air was incredibly hot and strangely scented for some reason but she was too excited about what he might have planned to wonder. Over the past weeks their lovemaking had grown more varied, more experimental and increasingly adventurous as Mickey played out his fantasies with her. For her part she found herself besotted with a man who was extremely cunning and manipulative and enjoyed playing with her mind as much as he did fucking her. Emily knew that but didn't care, she was too involved to care about the way things were going and trustingly complied with her obsessive lover's tiniest whim without question. The last time they were here he had spent over two hours training her in the art of oral sex and forced her to swallow his spunk at the end. At the start she had thought the whole idea disgusting but the experience had excited her immensely. The time before he had fucked her with a huge dildo, before that it had been masturbation he had forced her to do, she wondered what surprise tonight might bring unaware just what the implications were.
Mickey took her coat and led her into the main room, unusually the bedroom door was closed which puzzled her for a fleeting instant. On the phone earlier Mickey's instructions had been quite precise, she must wear only clothing that could be removed from the front and to dress sexily for him which she would do anyway. She had finally decided to wear a long red denim dress that buttoned up the front; she left it undone up to about four inches below her groin. Choosing to wear no bra she wore only the briefest of panties and smoky grey hold-ups, on her feet she wore a pair of red high-heeled ankle strapped shoes. As he took her coat Mickey expressed his approval at her attire, he was dressed in a hotel bathrobe and mules. He wasted no time engaging her in idle conversation, knowing he could control her fully he moved straight in for the kill.
"Emily, darling how would you like to try something a little adventurous and exciting tonight?" he oozed confidence.
"Mickey this is exciting enough for me!"
"Yeh but I'd like to experiment a little," he grinned disarmingly "if you would I'd be ever so grateful?"
"Oh yes and what do you want me to do?" Emily feigned shyness and acted like a little girl "you know I'll do practically anything for you Mickey!"
"Your so sweet my love I don't know if I dare ask you!" he toyed with her.
"If you don't ask you'll never know if I'll oblige you." Still playing it like a teenager Emily was walking straight into his snare.
"Have you ever considered bondage?" his voice was oh so meek.
"Bondage," she gasped shocked at the word "oh Mickey, I don't know!" she felt genuine alarm at the prospect.
"Nothing serious like, just restricting and teasing so to speak I wouldn't physically hurt you I swear!" he sounded so sincere as he began to persuade her.
"To be honest Mickey the thought of it scares me!" she felt herself tremble as she replied, "I'm sorry Mickey."
For a while he said nothing, he just worked on her with other methods, adopting the poise of a crushed man he stared at her with tearful eyes and let the silence eat at her resolve for a few tense moments. Feelings of guilt rose in her softening her will to resist him and he watched her knowing just when to carry on his persuasive chatter.
"Oh Emily I thought you trusted me?" he sounded genuinely hurt and Emily's heart melted just as he knew it would, "you can trust me, please my love it would mean so much to me."
"Ok, Ok I give in," then she added "but if it gets too much you must promise to set me free!"
"Sure Emily, you've made me so happy."
"I'm still scared so take it easy Mickey," she tried to hide the tremor in her voice unsure whether it was fear or excitement that caused the butterflies in her tummy, "what would you like me to do?"
"Nothing my love," his voice sounded so calm and reassuring, "just stand there looking radiant, be quiet and allow me to take control."
She reddened at the compliment and watched him move away a little as if to afford her a better view as he undid the sash of his bathrobe and pulled it through the loops, which held it in place. As he slipped the length of sash from around him the robe fell open and Emily was surprised to see he was already standing proud. Cat-like he circled her running the silken length through his hands meaningfully. Finally he moved up close behind her and drew her wrists together behind her back. A thrill ran through her as she realised he was binding them together.
"Are you Ok Emily my love?"
"Yes, I'm fine," her voice wavered and her mouth felt dry.
"Do you mind if I blindfold you, it would heighten the effect immensely for you?"
"No, go ahead," she felt compelled to answer in brief replies for some reason.
"Excellent!"
Partly wishing she could have refused him Emily watched him as he moved to the dresser and returned carrying one of those masks the airlines give you to help you sleep during daylight and a strip of fabric. Meekly she allowed him to slip the elasticated mask over her eyes then clearly not content it would stay there of it's own accord he secured it tightly with the strip of fabric. The ensuing darkness was complete, not a chink of light crept in around the mask and it left her quite disorientated and it scared her a little. Deep inside her Emily felt previously unrealised passions stir and it worried her to find that she was actually enjoying this. She wondered just how far Mickey intended to push her this time and wondered also why she enjoyed letting him do it so much.
"Everything still Ok?"
"Yes," her throat tightened making her voice sound tiny and quiet.
"I think you find it exciting?" she could hear him moving around her.
She jumped in response as she felt his hands on her hips and she trembled as they slid casually down the front of her thighs moving inwards below where the lowest button of dress was fastened. She heard him chuckle mischievously as his hands slipped beneath the dress and ran up her stocking clad thighs to take hold of her panties. Perspiration began to bead upon her burning skin as the heat of her rising passion reacted with the hot dry air in the room as she felt her panties being drawn down her long legs. She stepped from them when prompted by taps on her feet and became aware that Mickey was standing very close in front of her. So close in fact his hard member poked her insistently in the belly. He took her arm gently and led her to what she presumed was the bedroom. As they entered she noticed that the air was perfumed with a faint but distinctly feminine fragrance but she paid it little attention as he turned to her once more.
"You are enjoying this aren't you?" he whispered hoarsely "you're a dirty bitch really aren't you Emily?"
"Yes, yes I am!" she answered both his questions in one.
"Get on your knees!" his tone was authorative but calm.
Obediently she sank warily to her knees, she was scared of stumbling and falling blindly but before she had settled her Mickey was already waiting behind her. Emily felt him wrapping the trailing ends of the sash that bound her wrists about her ankles, in moments she was bound securely. In the otherwise silent room Emily heard him padding about, she thought that she heard the sound of his robe whispering as it settled on the floor, and heard something else that sounded rather like a kiss. Straining her ears she heard his unhurried footfall come nearer and even in the heat of the room she could sense the radiant heat as he drew closer, his well recognised masculine scent suddenly grew strong in her nostrils now. As she knelt there blindly his hands took a light hold of her head, he caressed her long blonde hair tenderly for a moment before taking a firm grip on her head with one of his huge hands. Emily knew already what would happen next and she readied herself breathlessly, she was incredibly aroused already and was fairly sure her pussy juices must be dribbling onto the floor.
"Open your mouth bitch," he ordered and she obeyed him enthusiastically.
