My heart pounded in my chest, ringing as loudly in my ears as my footsteps did as they fell upon the pavement as I approached the building. A woman whom I have admired and loved since I came out to her when I was seventeen sat just inside. I stood at the door of a local beer distributor that is usually packed when it's open, but was eerily still at the early hour of 9am on a Tuesday.
My hands shook as I reached for the door—partly because I knew that what I was about to do was so incredibly wrong, but also because I knew how close I was to finally getting what I have been so desperately craving all Summer.
She and I are both involved with someone else. My girlfriend is beautiful, funny, intelligent and challenges me in a way that makes me never want to be without her and I know she loves me back. I don't deserve her love. The woman I crave at the moment—the woman I am about to put my relationship on the line for is also in a committed relationship; yet here we are.
This affair is not only wrong because we are both sneaking behind our partners' backs, but also because I am 20 and she is 43. Age wasn't an issue in my mind though. All I knew is that I had wanted her since we worked together so many years ago.
I would tease her with steamy text messages every once in a while. She loved it and told me how bad I was. We both got off on it. Just last week I sent her a picture. I wore a strapless black bra and a black string thong. She cursed me for sending it to her at work, but I couldn't help it. I'm wearing that same combo today under my jeans and button-down top.
I finally knocked and as soon as she opened the door the sexual tension was right where it has always been—right between us, but then it was unbearable. I could see the lust in her gorgeous brown eyes as I stepped in past her. The door barely shut and locked behind us before she has me pinned with my back against the wall. I wanted her inside of me right then and there, but I know she'll be a tease. After all, I deserve it.
What happened next was something totally unexpected, but made me cum harder than I have ever cum in my life. It was unbelievable, frightening and incredible all at once.
She took total control of me and pushed me onto my back on the counter. I tried to get up thinking I could play rough too, but I met a cold hand make fierce contact with my cheek. She told me to lie down and be quiet and so I did. I wasn't going to argue with a slap in the face. She knew what she wanted and what she wanted was me.
I lay there still, listening as she spoke and tied my wrists down above my head all at the same time. She told me I would be her bitch for the morning and that I was to refer to her as master and that I had better keep quiet.
I responded with a simple, "Yes, Master."
Next, she blindfolded me and slowly unbuttoned my shirt, revealing the lacy, black, strapless bra. That was next to come off as she reached under my back and unhooked it. I heard her pull something out from behind the counter and then felt the loose ends of leather drag down over my nipples and stomach. I was dripping wet, soaking through that black lace thong. She could smell my sex through my jeans and smacked my hard on the thigh with the whip because of it.
"A little excited are we? Maybe we should cool you down a bit, huh?"
"Yes please, Master." I responded.
With that, she smacked my nipples with the leather whip.
"Count!" she hissed.
"One, two, three..." She whipped my hard nipples 20 times, one for each year I've been alive. It hurt like hell and saying each number got harder and harder. I was relieved when we hit 20. The day before happened to be my birthday and this was her way of celebrating those years.
