"I believe, this is about what you want." His eyes never left hers as he pulled back the right side of her jacket, and ran his fingers completely over the top of her breast revealed by the demi cup of her bra. Shuddering, she rolled her shoulders forward, trying to hide.
"No, no, no" he said, and put his hands on her shoulders, under her jacket. "You obviously bought this specially, I believe it should be seen." The jacket was pushed off her shoulders, his hands inside it, touching her arms. "This is what you wanted."
Something seemed to shake loose in her, "NO!" she tried to grab his hands with her own, "No! It's not, it's not! I just wanted…. I just wanted…" she couldn't think of what she just wanted. Pleading eyes found his face again. He wasn't smiling any more.
"You dress like this" he forced the jacket down so that it was halfway down her arms, her hands were tangled in it. A harsh and judgmental assessment of her upper body, back to her face with contempt, "And you don't want anything? I hardly think so Diane." Her name was like a slap in her face. "This certainly isn't professional business wear." There was no sign of a smile on his face, but she could almost hear one in his voice, as tears of shame stung her eyes.
Suddenly, swiftly, he spun her around and forced her to bed over the desk, her arms pulled behind her back still tangled in the jacket. She gasped out her breath as her breasts were flattened against the hard wood of the desk, then his hand came crashing down on her ass and she screamed and tried to kick. Deep chuckle and then pressure, she gasped again as he pressed his body behind hers, bending his body over hers. In between her ass cheeks she could feel his hard dick nestling. As he pulled a ball gag out of his pocket and tucked it into her open frantic mouth, high pitched mewlings were all that escaped her as he fastened it around her head. Then he pulled a few lengths of rope from another pocket and laid them next to her head, which she turned to see what he was doing. She began struggling even more, frantic and unsure… despite the fact that she had no idea what was going on there wasn't even a small part of her that was frightened of Michael… although she was seriously frightened of what might happen. And the more frightened she got, the wetter she could feel her pussy getting.
Diane had always had fantasies when she was little of being kidnapped and tied up by pirates, taken prisoner. A princess captured by an evil duke… or a gorgeous peasant taken into a sultan's harem. This was a modern day equivalent to the helpless prisoner that she had always played in her dreams. She had never been so turned on in her life.
The first rope was wrapped securely around her wrists, in a figure eight, and then her arms were forced up and her wrists tied to her upper arms. Before she could even think of a quick defense he had her right leg stretched out and was tying it to the right leg of his desk. The thought of trying to kick him again was extremely unattractive, and besides, she was now completely off-balance for it to have any force anyway. In fact, she couldn't think of anyway out of this situation… and did she really want to?
The left leg… and now Diane's legs were spread to their limit. There was a slight strain in her thigh muscles, and her skirt had ridden up to her waist. A chuckle behind her brought another flush of heat up to her face,
"Well, well, well. And even under the clothes we have to dress the part of a slut." Michael observed, sliding a finger under the back of her lacy white thong and then snapping it. Shuddering, she tried to say something, anything around the ball gag, and his hand came crashing down on her ass again. Tears leaked from her eyes and she squealed. More chuckling. "I think this is the best position I've ever seen you in, although that posing you were doing in front of the window this morning was very nice also". Tremors were running through her as his fingers lightly traced over her exposed ass cheeks - why couldn't she have had more common sense and worn pantyhose today instead of stockings? - and then he walked around in front of her and sat in his chair to study her face. Shame and embarrassment washed over her, as he closely studied her face. Pleading filled her eyes, and he tipped his fingers under her chin and pulled her face up.
"Are you going to be a good girl?" he asked. Nodding, her heart was filled with every intention of being a perfect girl and never, ever wearing anything like this again. A flash of white in his dark face, a smile of benign magnificence. Relief flooded her, until he stood up and unzipped his pants. Wide-eyed, there was no choice but to watch as he pulled his dick out of his boxers. Even flaccid it was obvious that it was going to be bigger than any she'd ever seen before, both longer and thicker, and it wasn‘t helped by the fact that all of his pubic hair was shaved. Not that she'd seen that many dicks before and all of them had had their pubic hair, three of her ex-boyfriends, but they had all been much smaller when they weren't hard. She wondered what his would look like hard, although she had the distinct feeling that she wouldn't be left wondering for very long.
The ball-gag was undone from behind her head, immediately she started begging, "Please, please, I'll be good, I'm sorry, I won't ever dress like this again…" a finger to her lips stopped her mid-ramble as he chuckled again.
"On the contrary dear," he raised his eyebrow at her, "You will be dressing like this quite often from now on I think. Now, be a very good girl and open wide." Hesitation gave way when he tugged hard on the back of her hair, using her French knot for a handle, and her mouth opened submissively. As soon as his dick entered her soft, inviting mouth it started to get bigger, within minutes it was much bigger. More chuckles at the sight of her face, "It's 10 inches dear, and you're going to have to do a lot better than that to get all of it in." ALL of it?? panic. There was no way all of that was going to fit into her mouth, she'd barely gotten her last boyfriend's all the way in when he'd requested and he was only 7" at the most. Struggling got her no where, and he started pressing deeper and deeper against her tonsils, started cutting off her breath.
