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 10th 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.

Soon he walks back with what I assume is a blindfold. He knows I've always hated blindfolds. I really enjoy watching him as he has his fun with me, it's half the fun.

"Now we will be testing how well you can control your body physically. If you are to be working for me, I will need you to be able to... hm... show some restraint, if you know what I mean," he says as he wraps the black blindfold around my head, tying it into a secure knot. I can't see anything now, just blackness, but all my other senses are heightened. I feel him softly rub the back of his hand across my chest a few times, giving me instant goosebumps and making my nipples hard again.

"Listen to me carefully Rose. I am going to test your listening skills right now. You are to focus on my voice and my voice only. Doing whatever it commands while ignoring everything else that's happening." As he finishes his thought, he rubs his fingers over my clit a few times and I shudder. "Bad start," he says in a tone that sounds more like a warning than anything.

I hear him walk away, picking up something from the table or in the cabinet. A few more minutes of him moving around the room and me listening attentively to every sound. I test the restraints on my wrists to see if I can sneak out if I want to, but there is no way out. My mouth is starting to become sore with the ball gag holding it open. Finally, he walks over to me and seems to stop in front of me. He unclips the ball gag from behind my head, letting it fall to the floor. I flex my jaw by opening and closing my mouth a few times until I feel his hands lightly grab the back of my head holding it in place.

"Open your mouth, Rose," he demands in a strict tone. I've heard this tone before and it means he's not going to put up with any of my silliness or light-hearted teasing. If I don't obey him, I'm going to get punished. Probably by one of those whips. I quickly comply, opening as wide as my sore jaw lets me.

I didn't know what to expect next, but it certainly wasn't a large dildo. Suddenly, my mouth is full of a rubbery cock-shaped object, sliding in and out of my mouth as I hold my tongue on the bottom of my mouth to keep from gagging and keep my lips open as it slides in and out of me. I figured I was going to suck a dick tonight, but I thought it would be his, not a dildo.

Maybe he is testing me, I realize as I relax my jaw and start sucking it like I wish it was him. If he is testing me, I am going to impress him. I have to, he is expecting the best. After a minute or so of giving full effort on sucking this dildo as he inserts it in and out of my mouth over and over, I feel his free hand back on my hips. He starts to explore my body once again, stopping at my breasts to lightly squeeze before softly brushing his hand over my lower stomach and thighs, careful to not touch me where I want, all while continuing to push the dildo in and out of my mouth as I suck. After a few minutes, he moves his hand back into a position where his it's on the back of my head with a handful of hair as he guides my head back and forth. He forces my head forward and the dildo into the back of my throat holding it there. It's too much for me to handle and I panic slightly until he releases me allowing me to cough once before sucking again. "Good girl Rose, I see you haven't completely forgotten how to do this over the years."

Happiness and pride flow through me as he takes the dildo out of my mouth and walks away. I compliment myself on showing him my skills, hoping that maybe I will have him in my mouth next. I allow myself to daydream about being on my knees with his cock in my mouth as he looks down on me with lust. I am so turned on at the thought and lost in the daydream that I didn't hear him come back towards me until I something press up against my clit. I hear a click and a buzz, as pleasure starts to flow through me in waves. He holds the vibrator against me for what seems like hours but in reality, it was maybe 30 seconds. My body starts reacting, my legs shaking, my hands gripping the cuffs and squeezing as I attempt to thrust my hips forward towards the vibration. He notices this, of course.

"You are to remain still and you definitely don't have permission to cum, Rose".

The words go in one ear and out the other. It's like I never heard them. I thrust my hips forward again, wanting the vibration to increase so I can cum. I have been wanting to cum since I got in that limo. And William holding the vibrator to my clit has me so close.

Then, suddenly, pleasure stops. I feel his hand grab my throat and push my head against the cross. Not violently, but with just enough pressure to pin me there and surprise me. I gasp and my blindfold falls off.

"What did I say Rose? I told you to listen to everything I was saying and ignore everything else. You seem to be doing the exact opposite," he says in a voice that alternates between angry and stern. "I told you to remain still and yet here you are pushing your hips forward for more pleasure. Pleasure that you have not been given permission to experience yet. I thought I made myself very clear when we started this, I won't accept employees that don't follow rules."

As he talks his hand squeezes harder around my throat, making it hard to breathe. I start to struggle against the wrist bindings but he ignores me and holds me steady.

Suddenly he drops the vibrator, inserts two fingers inside me and thrusts hard and fast. This continues for the next minute as he softens his grip on my throat, allowing me to breathe. Thank God he did because my body starts shaking everywhere with the pleasure he is allowing me to have.

"Please, don't stop, please..." I moan through shudders. My legs are becoming weak and I am so close to cumming. I want to explode with him inside me more than anything.

"Master, please let me..."

He pulls his hand out before I can finish.

"No..." I whisper as his hand tightens against on my throat.

"Do you want to cum or do you want to be mine Rose? If you want to cum, I can uncuff you and leave you be. I don't think you would have much trouble finishing yourself. If you want to be mine, you have to control your body and emotions. Which is it?"

My body is begging me to tell him I want to cum, but I know better than that. It's never that easy with him. "I'm sorry Master, I want to be yours," I say through short breaths.

"Then you will accept the punishment you are about to get for what just transpired."

A look of defeat must have crossed my face because as he sees my reaction he gives a small smirk, almost proud of himself. "Yes Master, I accept your punishment," I respond.

"Good girl. Now I admit, I never thought you were going to pass that test on the first try. So, I will be easy on you this time and this time only. Once again, you are to listen to my words and ignore all other senses," he says as he re-ties the blindfold around my head, blacking out my vision once again. "If you fail this time Rose, I will leave you tied against this cross for the next two hours while I periodically use all those toys," he points to the whips, "to make sure you never forget this lesson. That won't be fun for you."

"Yes Master," is all I dare reply.

With the blindfold back on and my hands and feet still tied to the cross, feelings of vulnerability flow through me once again. My other senses perk up with anticipation on what's to come. He said he would go easy on me, but I don't know what that means. I hear him approach me again, stopping in front of me as I squirm against the bindings. I feel something brush against my lips as I instinctively open my mouth ready to take the dildo again. No, I was wrong and fell into his trap. This time, a large ball gag is pushed into my mouth as my lips remain forced open. He leans against me as he secures it around my head and I feel his body press against mine. I take a mental note that he's still hard. Very hard. How long will he be able to last like that before he needs release? The William I used to know would have came in my mouth a long time ago. This is a new William, a more unpredictable William.

"I don't want to hear a word out of you for the next 60 seconds Rose. Nod if you understand." I quickly move my head up and down trying to make it as clear as possible that I'm ready to follow every direction he gives.

"MMM," is the next thing out of my mouth as a hard smack of a whip smashes into my right hip glancing across the side of my ass. "MMMMM" as a second smack hits the same spot. Fuck that stings. The burning sensation flows through me again. On the fifth hit I yell "FUCK," into the gag, only able to focus on the pain and forgetting everything else.

Silence follows. Not another whip. Not him telling me how I disobeyed his orders of being quiet. Not me hearing him move around to get more toys. Just silence. My mind races thinking about every scenario possible. Did I fail him? Is he going to cut me loose and kick me out? Or worse, is he going to leave me here for someone else to find? Panic starts to set in as I struggle against the binds. No luck. I try pushing the gag out of my mouth with my tongue to give myself room to make noise, but he secured it too tightly. Whatever he wants to do to me, he can and there's nothing I can do about it.

After what seems like 10 minutes, I feel his hands gently grab my hips. He's right in front of me now, probably admiring my naked body, completely at his mercy. My anxiousness quickly turns into want for him again. I never stopped being turned on, but just him touching me amplifies my lust tenfold. He gets close enough so I feel his hard cock pressing up against me, teasing me.

"I think you are ready to get down," he says in a thoughtful voice. "You are not to say a word; you are not to make any noise at all. You will follow my orders or you will find yourself back in this position. Do you understand me?"

I hesitate, about to reply "Yes Master," but catch myself. Instead, I keep silent. 5 seconds go by.

"Good girl, you are learning. I thought I would catch you there and have to punish you again, but I'm pleased that you were able to listen carefully for once." As he says this, he inserts two fingers into me and slowly pushes them in and out while his thumb finds my clit. My eyes start to roll back into my head as the pleasure comes once again.

"You really do look good up here Rose. I have missed seeing you vulnerable like this. Your body obviously is responding as I expected," he whispers as he increases the pace of fingering me. "I have half a mind to let you cum right now as a reward for everything I've put you through to this point. Should I let you, Rose?"

I stay silent focusing on keeping upright. He always knew how to get me to cum quickly but I can't before he gives permission.

"Is that a no, you don't want me to keep going?"

My legs start shaking. My body is screaming at me that it wants to cum. His words start to move through me without recognition. I have to stay mentally strong. I try to stay aware of everything in the room instead of focusing on his fingers. My body doesn't cooperates my whole body shakes with pleasure, making me focus every ounce of energy I have not to cum all over his fingers.

"Excellent job Rose," he says calmly as he pulls his fingers out. "Next time will be much harder to resist however. You may respond now."

"MMM" is all I can manage to say through my gag. Sexual frustration from not being able to release, combined with the mental exhaustion that it takes to follow his rules, are all combined into a simple noise. I'm visibly sweating as he begins to untie my hands. The ball gag comes off next, then the blindfold and finally the ankle cuffs.

He stands in front of me, still wearing the black tux and still visibly hard through the pants. He grabs my hips and pulls me away from the cross into his arms. I naturally fall into place as my arms swing around his shoulders.

"You did well up there for your first time. I don't want to say I'm impressed but I'm not too disappointed," he says with a wink as he holds me in his arms, hands wrapped around my waist.

"Thank you Master," I instinctively respond, as I hope he drops this kinky game and kisses me right now.

"This has been fun for me but while you have been experiencing the sexual frustration from not being able to release, I have as well. I think it's time we change that for at least one of us, don't you agree?" He smirks as his eyebrows raise up, looking me in the eyes. I instinctively smile back, my chest filling up with warmth and admiration. I love when he looks at me like that. I can tell I am the only one in the world he wants right here, right now.

"How about both of us?" I whisper taking the chance of disobeying him and setting him back into dominant mode. He pushes back in a slight surprise, still holding on to my hips.

"Wow, ambitious of you to assume that I am going to let you cum tonight." Another wink. Happiness and hope flow through me, especially because he didn't put me right back into bondage. Maybe I do have a chance at cumming soon.

With that, he picks me up and I swing my legs around his body. We are face to face, me wearing the thong and skirt with my breasts exposed, him fully clothed with his hands on my ass holding me up. Not fair at all, I think to myself. And then he kisses me. He kisses me like he hasn't in years. I taste the firmness of his tongue as it plays with mine. The softness of his lips pressed against me. The kiss is magical, exactly as how I've been picturing it for so long. He carries me over to the bed as our kiss continues and lays me down on my back with my feet and hands still wrapped around him. I don't want to let go. I don't want to let this moment end.

Thankfully he doesn't stop kissing me. He wants me just as much as I want him, I know that now as he slides me to the edge of the bed. He finally releases the kiss and I'm now laying on my back. He pulls my legs to him and removes what's left of my clothing. I am completely naked, with my legs up in the air pressed against his body.

"Fuck," is all he says, almost out of breath. "I think it's time for me to be inside you, don't you agree?" he whispers.

I beam back at him and nod a few times, not being able to contain my smile.

"Yes Master, does that mean I'm done being punished?" I say with softness. Most of me hoping that's the case but a little part of me hoping he locks me in the cuffs that are already attached to the bed posts and has his way with me.

"I haven't decided yet, but because you asked that, I think you know the answer," he smirks as he replies. A slightly evil look moves across his face. Part of me squirms with excitement knowing what's coming.

"Get on your knees." He says as he steps back and slowly removes his suit jacket. I drop to my knees immediately, naturally locking my hands behind my back and looking up at him as he strips down. His shirt and pants follow his jacket and soon he's standing in front of me in only black boxer-briefs that are tightly wrapped around his bulging hard cock.

"Do you have something to ask me, Rose?"

"Master, may I have your cock in my mouth," I reply without thinking, looking up into his eyes giving my best pleading look.

"Good girl," he replies as he slides off the underwear, showing off his rock-hard cock. My body shudders with excitement as I move my head forward.

"Woah," he stops me, "I didn't say you can start yet. I think there is one thing missing, I will grab them." I don't for a second doubt what he turns around to take from the table. Handcuffs, of course.

"Stand up, lean over the bed so you are face down with your legs on the ground, and put your hands behind your back Rose." I eagerly comply, secretly as excited as I know he is for me to be in handcuffs again after all these years. I take my time bending over in front of him, knowing he's watching me. As I put my arms behind my back, I make sure to shake my ass slightly, teasing him as much as I dare.

"If you keep being naughty you're getting tied up, he says as he smacks my ass.

laugh, "Yes Master."

He grabs my left wrist and locks the cuff around it, then does the same with my right wrist. Once the right cuff clicks, I test the handcuffs by struggling just a little bit and shaking my ass again. I know this will turn him on, I think as I smile face down on the bed.

He notices again and gives my ass another light smack.

"Quit being so naughty and get back on your knees," he smirks.

I struggle to lift myself up off the bed but eventually I manage to slide off and get back into position. I'm now staring up at his hard cock inches away from my face, my mouth parted slightly open ready to take him inside, and my hands secured behind my back exactly as he had me all those years ago.

"You may begin," he says softly. I move my head forward about to put my lips around his cock and then stop myself.

"Yes Master," I had almost forgotten.

For the next five minutes I try the hardest on pleasing someone with my mouth since, well 10 years ago with him. I start slow, taking him deep into the back of my throat and out again, making sure to squeeze my lips against his shaft so he feels every movement. Then I speed up slightly and start using my tongue to tease the tip each time it reaches my lips. When I do that, I notice that he shifts slightly, telling me that it feels good and I'm pleasing him. Eventually I start moving my head back faster and faster, taking his cock deeper and deeper down my throat. My eyes start to tear up but I proudly hold back any gag reflex. It's harder without access to my hands and I catch myself trying to grab his cock only to be reminded that my mouth is all I get to use to please him. I continue this pace for a few minutes until I feel his hand grab the back of my head and hold me in position. A position where his full cock is down my throat and I can't breathe well. Eventually I cough and he lets me pull my head away for a second only to force his cock right back in. He does this for the next minute, guiding my head up and down his shaft, holding it when his cock is all the way in until I can't take it anymore.

"Good girl Rose, I think it's time we change positions."

He walks around me and lifts me to my feet by my arms. He turns us around so we are facing the bed. He's completely naked with his hard cock pressed against my ass. My hands are still cuffed together being pinned to my back by his stomach.

He pushes me facedown on the bed and I fall without my hands being able to support me. My head sinks into the blankets and before I can lift it, he has my legs spread wide and I feel his cock against my clit. I realized that he is going to fuck me bent over the bed like this. Excitement flows through me. This is exactly as I hoped. Finally, after what seems like hours of him toying with me, I feel his cock inside me. He slowly pushes himself into me as he grabs my hands with one hand holding them straight in the air so my shoulders are squeezed together. I am truly helpless, a toy for him to fuck, and nothing makes me happier.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this." He whispers into my ear as he continues to fuck me. His slow steady thrusts are enough to put me on edge instantly.

I've been so turned on since I arrived that anything he did was going to make me cum. With him fucking me like this, I don't stand a chance of holding back. Fuck it, I don't want to anymore. He doesn't stop when he hears my moans get louder, instead he speeds up slightly. He's going at the pace of a steady heartbeat, my heartbeat. The pleasure builds up in me so quickly that only two minutes in I'm begging him to let me cum.

"Please master may I cum!? This feels so good, please!" I practically scream into the bed. He grabs both my wrists and pulls my arms towards him as leverage against his thrusts speeding up again.

"If you come without me giving you permission, you are going back into bondage Rose," he says in a serious tone.

"Please Master!!! I'm going to cum!" Is all I can reply. Without warning, pleasure races over me and my body shakes uncontrollably. He steadies his pace as he continues to fuck me as I cum for what feels like minutes. I almost black out from the overwhelming sensation. When it's over I feel how exhausted my body is as I lay there face down.

He doesn't stop. He continues to fuck me at a steady heartbeat pace. He now has my hands pinned against my back with one hand, holding me down on the bed. SMACK. I feel his other hands slap my ass. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK. Three more times as my ass turns a light shade of red.

"That was naughty, I did not give you permission Rose," he says. SMACK.

"I'm sorry master," I mumble against the blankets.

He speeds up his pace of fucking me and I can tell he's getting close. I feel his cock throb inside me, ready to burst.

"You," he says through gritted teeth. Three quick thrusts. "Did." Three more. "Not." Five more. He's fucking me as fast as he can right now. The pleasure in me has risen again. It's all I can think about. "Have." Five more, or was it six, I have no fucking clue. I lost count as I'm just trying to not cum again without permission. The pleasure in me is about to burst again. "Permission. He can hardly get the words out. I start biting the blankets to muffle my cries. "To Cum!" He screams as I scream into the blanket. I lose all control and the pleasure takes me again. He's fucking me so hard. Finally, I feel him pull out. Then I get hit with a blast of his cum all over my hands, arms, and back.

Pleasure turns into happiness and satisfaction as I lay there, face down, hands still handcuffed behind my back and his cum all over me. I barely feel him pick me up by the arms and put me back on my knees. I'm staring up at him, both of us covered in sweat. Me covered in his cum.

"Thank you Master," is all I can say.

"You have a job to do," he says as he nods toward his still hard cock, covered in cum, staring me in the face.

"Of course, Master." I reply as I eagerly take him in my mouth and lick every last drop off until he pushes my head away.

"Good girl, but you did cum without permission, and you know what that means" he says, looking down at me. All I want to do is lay on the bed in his arms. I'm not sure I can take another punishment after what he just did to me.

I look up at him with sad eyes but quietly reply, "Yes Master, I'm sorry."

"Luckily for you, this is only the interview and we have run out of time together. I will consider your... application... carefully Rose. It's time for you to get dressed and head home."

A mix of emotions run through me as I listen to him talk. A mix of sadness that it's over, satisfaction that I did my best to please him, and longing for more.

"Yes Master, I hope you consider me for a full-time position. I know I'm the perfect women for the job." I reply in the sexiest voice I can muster. "I won't let you down."