I was in London for a conference of chief finance officers and other senior leaders from across the UK. I don't normally stay for the gala dinner however on this occasion you had unusually said you wanted to join me on the trip. You said we could stay over and do some sightseeing over the weekend and see a show. This was how I found myself at the dinner.
The dinner was black tie so we were both dressed for the occasion, me in my old faithful d-j and clip on bow tie (even in my mid-fifties I still couldn't tie a proper one). Funny thing is that I had taken to keeping a couple of proper bow ties in the pockets of my jacket as I knew you always liked me to end the evening with one unfastened and hanging loose down the front of my white shirt. You had chosen to bring one of your many dresses, tight fitting on the torso and flared skirt, the length just below the knees.
I had left you to get ready in the hotel suite and gone to pre-dinner drinks at the bar with some colleagues and returned to our room around 7pm to collect you. I therefore hadn't seen you get dressed for the evening but seeing the black, three inch Kurt Geiger heels as I entered our room I knew underneath your dress was probably a black all in one body shaper with integral suspenders that were now attached to your black seamed stockings. We had taken lift down to the lobby and into the champagne and cocktail reception. The evening and dinner was a pretty staid affair, with the usual conversations around company performance, future prospects and eventual retirement. As the after-dinner speeches began we had excused ourselves and moved to sit at the bar in the hotel's piano room. I had ordered you a glass of Moët and myself a large Malbec and we chatted about the plans for the weekend as the piano man worked through a rendition of classic tunes, including, slightly ironically, The Piano Man by Billy Joel.
As we chatted I got a message on my phone and sheepishly explained I had to go talk to a colleague back in the main room. I stood off the bar stool, kissed you on the cheek and with my red wine in hand I walked back into the main room.
As I walked through the door I barely took any notice of a tall, black guy walk passed me into the piano bar, didn't see him take up the seat at the bar next to yours that I had just vacated and order a large single malt whisky.
As you turned slightly to look at the stranger you couldn't help but think he was handsome, easily six feet tall, distinguish chiselled facial features, clearly a large muscular torso filling out the very tight fitting white shirt that could be seen under his open jacket, the unfastened top button revealing a large, firm, smooth neck. Yes, he was handsome, probably as handsome as any black man you had ever seen. You pretended you hadn't really taken much notice and continued to move around the screens on your phone as you looked for a decent show that we could go and see tomorrow evening.
After a few minutes the stranger struck up a conversation
"I hope you don't mind me saying," he started,
"But I couldn't help but notice you appear to be looking for a show to go to. Is that correct?"
At the sound of his voice you looked up from your phone. The stranger was looking straight into your eyes as you replied
"Yes I am. Do you have any recommendations?"
About twenty minutes later I returned to the piano bar and as I entered the room I could see you were deep in conversation with a man I didn't recognise. Even some distance from the bar I could see you appeared very relaxed. It was quite late now, close to midnight and it had been a rather heavy drinking session for me this evening so I approached you, touched you slightly on the shoulder and said
"Darling I think we need to go to bed."
You looked at me and for a moment I thought you were going to disagree but you then turned back to the stranger sat next to you and stood up from your bar stool. I was quite surprised to see the stranger hold your arm to assist you as you turned to him and said,
"It was a pleasure to meet you, I hope you enjoy the rest of your time in London."
The dark stranger replied, smiling,
"Jules the pleasure is all mine," finishing with,
"And I'm sure my time in London will be amazing."
At that you turned away and I took your arm as we walked out of the piano bar.
In the elevator on the way to our suite I asked you who the stranger was. You explained he was he model and actor from America in London looking for work. You went on to say that as an actor he knew the London shows well and had given you some good recommendations on what show to see and also how to get the best seats at the best price. The lift stopped with a ping of the bell, the doors opened and we stepped onto the plush carpet of the hotel corridor, walking the few steps to our suite.
I slid the electronic key into the handle, opened the door and stood aside to let you enter. I followed you into the suite, walked across the large room then sat on the bed, leaning back against the headboard. The effect of the long day and the alcohol bringing on a sense of tiredness. You turned on the suite's Bluetooth speaker, connected your phone and selected a play list of best ballads ever, turning the volume so the mellow music was only just audible in the background. I watched you dim the light slightly as you walked towards the bathroom. As you closed the door behind you, I closed my eyes.
Your voice seemed far away, somewhat distant but still clear as you called my name
"Michael. Michael, darling, I need you to stand up," taking my hand and pulling me as you finished,
"stand up Michael."
I could see you stood in front of me and I noticed you had changed out of your dress, but you weren't wearing your usual night shirt, no, you had changed into some lingerie. It was also lingerie I hadn't seen you wear before. The outer garment was a sort of negligee, black but not full silk, more a mix of silk and black string like elements, meaning you could see through it as the tassels almost trailed almost onto the floor. In fact, as I looked, I noticed that it was your black, painted four inch heels that stopped it doing so. Moving my eyes up slowly I could see you were wearing white stockings, a strange combination with black shoes I thought. I could only just see your black knickers as they were mostly covered by a black corset, the six wide straps attached to the lace top of your white stockings. The corset finished high up, a few inches below your bra, which was again unusual as it was a white bra and one I had not seen before, a vintage, pointed bra with a silk and outer lace element covering the pointed cups.
I had to stop looking now as you pulled me so that I had to get up off the bed, getting to my feet so that I was stood in front of you. I was still wearing most of my dinner suit and you led me by the hand passed the writing table. As we did so you took hold of the chair with your other hand and dragged it with us until us and the chair were in the large space at the other side of the king sized four poster bed, where you spun it around so it was facing the bed and the back was to the wall. You walked passed the chair but stopped as soon as you had done so and then you turned around and spoke to me
"Michael darling give me the bowties you have in your pocket," continuing with more an order than a request,
"Then take off your jacket, trousers shoes and socks and sit on the chair."
I was quite intrigued to think where things were going but I wasn't going to disobey so I reached into my pockets, handed you two rolled up black bowties, then quickly removed my clothing items as instructed and duly sat on the chair, now wearing only my underpants and dress shirt.
I watched as you stepped a little closer then took my left hand, placed it on the wooden arm of the chair, my palm resting just over the end wood as it curved down towards the chair seat and leg frame. I watched as you then slowly wrapped the black material of one of a bow tie through the chair arm and over my wrist, watched each pass through under the wood and over my wrist until finally on the last time you tied both ends together, tightly once, then once again in a double knot. I watched as without saying a word or even looking into my eyes, you did exactly the same with right hand.
Now sat with my arms firmly strapped to the chair I watched as you picked up my shoes off the floor and then quickly pulled out the laces, then without speaking or catching my eye you used each shoe lace to tie my ankles to the chair legs.
Once you had finished you took a step backwards and as your eyes looked over me, examining your handy work I thought you must have been pleased with yourself as your lipstick red lips stretched into a wry looking smile.
You then lent forward and pushed your hands under my shirt, taking the waistband of my boxers. With some difficulty you managed to pull them down until they were at my ankles, they clearly couldn't go any further as my ankles were tied to the chair!
I was curious as to what was going to happen next, perhaps I thought, you were going to strip for me, maybe even then taking a pillow from the bed and kneeling on it in front of me, taking my cock in your mouth?
Then there was a knock on the door. At this sound you looked at me, gave me a quick wink, turned and began walking to the door. From the position of the chair I couldn't see the door to the suite and I wondered who it might be, wondered what was going on. A thought then popped into my head that maybe you had arranged for a small, Asian lady to call? We had after all discussed this as something that I would like to experience. Yes, that was it, that's what was going on. That was also why you had come to London with me as there would be lots of Asian escorts available for you to surprise me with, though as I waited for confirmation I couldn't help but think we hadn't discussed me being tied to a chair, unable to partake in the pleasure she might bring. I concluded this was part of your game plan, you and she could tease me for a while before untying me. Yes, that was it. That was what was going on.
Out of sight there was a click as the you opened the door to our suite and I heard you speak, though I couldn't make out what you were saying. A few seconds later you emerged back into view, and as you re-entered the room, I could see one of your hands was behind you. I didn't have time to wonder who or what you were bringing into our hotel room as you were immediately followed by the tall black guy who sat next to you at the bar earlier!
I could feel that my mouth was set slightly open now, I guess you would say a-gasp at what I was looking at. You were looking directly at me so you clearly knew this but continued to walk the few steps across the room, pulling the tall, dark stranger behind you, until you were both in the space to the side of the foot of the bed, in my clear view.
It was there that you stopped and started to speak, moving your eyes onto me then away to the side onto the stranger as he stood next to you, still looming over you somewhat even though you wore four inch heels.
"Michael darling, I'd like to introduce you to Marcus."
I sensed the darling bit was said with more than a hint of sarcasm and I sat there silently as you continued
"You recognise Marcus from downstairs in the bar, don't you? That he came and sat next to me and struck up conversation. Quite a bold move for a complete stranger don't you think?"
You let go of Marcus's hand (yes, the stranger now has a name) and began stroking the sleeve of his jacket as you went,
"Didn't you think it rather odd that we seemed to be able to converse so readily, so quickly?"
