The Dream Job?

THE DREAM JOB?

My God! Wasn't this the absolute ultimate, the most exciting assignment, the dream job? I mean, I was a professional photographer, and here was a letter from an agency representing that well-known company, who specialized in selling sex toys, lingerie and the like; offering me a role in photographing several of their models dressed within said lingerie. Come on, just how long do you think it took me to send off an affirmative reply? Oh, and they were offering a quite reasonable sum of payment for this exercise, but quite frankly, this was a task I'd have willingly performed for no renumeration whatsoever.

Nevertheless, it WAS a job, therefore needing to be approached in a professional and correct manner. After all, it was these activities with my camera that paid for the roof over my head as well as the food on my table. So, the night before this glorious commission I thoroughly checked out all of my equipment, ensuring that it was all present and functioning, ready for just what I needed to do, come the 'morrow.

With a noticeable spring within my step, I reported to the photographic studio in the morning and once the necessary paperwork had been dealt with, I was introduced to the female models. Oh my God, I had hoped for these girls to be utterly gorgeous and sexy, but what I became presented with here completely exceeded my wildest hopes and dreams, these girls were all far sexier than I'd believed possible! A noticeable 'bulge' appeared in the front of my, loose fitting, trousers, something that I immediately tried to hide, I mean, I was here to do a job and that must overrule EVERY other factor. And to be honest, I thought I'd 'got away with it,' but unbeknown to me, I hadn't. Not that I'd become aware of this just yet.

Anyway, to business, like I say I was here for work not my pleasure. I'd already unloaded all of my gear, set it up for the prevailing light conditions, which unsurprising were good, this room had been specifically designed with photography in mind, and was ready to go. "Right Ladies, in your own time."

The first model stepped forward, clad in a delicious red basque, suspending some very sheer scarlet nylon stockings, a pair of very skimpy satin panties maintaining some degree of modesty. She was absolutely gorgeous, sex on legs if you like, but my sheer professionality won over, and I was able to fully concentrate on the job on hand. She adopted all of the required poses, which I 'snapped' accordingly, but then having stuck to the script, as it were, she then asked if I minded taking some more pictures 'ad hoc.' A suggestion I readily agreed to, rewarded with some magnificent images. All captured by my camera.

The next model was in fact the most senior girl here, the one who would perform the lion's share of the filming. She was dark and VERY sultry, not that she was at all unfriendly, she was just playing her part to perfection. And the lingerie adorning her superb form here, a lovely bra, complete with matching suspender belt and panties were all an utterly engaging hue of green, together with the stockings that the belt suspended. And this girl certainly knew her stuff alright, the poses she adopted were simply exquisite, extremely provocative and unbelievably horny. Yes, so this WAS an assignment, this was work, but who said I couldn't enjoy it?

So, the next hour or so passed almost within a blur, a succession of scantily but beautifully clad young ladies passing in front of my lens, with the leading girl, whose name I discovered was Alicia, making several appearances. With the lingerie in question making itself known in all sorts of colours, although the traditional black did seem to dominate here.

But in a way, it's almost as if I became immune to the sexuality of these young women, as one girl blended into another when captured by my camera. And all of a sudden, the photo shoot was over, the girls, with the noticeable exception of the utterly divine Alicia, saying their thanks and goodbyes, then passing through the door to the room and departing.

In fact, so absorbed by checking the images that I had snapped, and NO, not in that sense, was I that the fact she had not left with the others was completely unnoticed by the totally distracted me. Until a gentle 'harrumph,' rather shook me out of my state of ignorance.

"Ah, Alicia. What can I do for you?"

"Judging by the size and shape of that, rather impressive, boner that you tried to hide, unsuccessfully I might add, earlier, I think it's rather a case of what I can do for you now, don't you think?" Accompanied by a rather suggestive wink.

Remember I'd stated that the first girl that had appeared was dressed in bright red gear. Quite appropriate really, as this was the shade that my face adopted right now, caught red-handed it seemed. "Sorry," I managed to whimper. "Most unprofessional of me. I do apologize."

"What for being human? And may I say I'm far more flattered than offended. Anyway, is there any Lady within your life at present? If not, maybe you'd like to take this further."

W. T. F.? Did I hear that correctly? This absolute Goddess was interested in little old me? At this precise moment I was actually thankful that, no, I was completely single with no partner present in my life at all. "No Alicia, I'm very much a single man," I finally managed to stammer.

"Good. Well, I don't know just what plans you had for tonight, but they've just been cancelled." She handed me a piece of paper with an address handwritten upon it, which I correctly guessed was her home location. "This evening seven o'clock, be there and don't be late, I can't stand unpunctuality! You're going to spend the night in my bed with me!" And with that she smiled, the smile of somebody who KNEW that she was going to get just what she wanted.

There was me then, believing all of my Christmases and birthdays had arrived all at once. Come on, this was a girl whose appearance was at such a level as to enable her to qualify as a top model for a major female seductive lingerie supplier. Who was inviting me to join her in bed? How excited do you think I was feeling at this juncture?

Little was I to know that the sexy and sultry Alicia had her own agenda in mind for the evenings 'entertainment,' entirely to her own tune of course, and no, she didn't give a fig for my opinion in the matter. The only part that I played in her calculations was that she deduced that I'd be willing to play the part that she had in mind, but she was going ahead even if I didn't. Naturally I had absolutely no knowledge of these plans of hers at this stage.

Obviously, I couldn't give a positive reply fast enough and before we parted, she asked a final question. "So, tell me Darling, of all the colours of today's delights on display, which was your favourite? Because that's the hue I shall adopt for your pleasure tonight."

"Oh, I don't know, let's face it you are the kind of girl who would look great just wearing a cloth sack. But if pushed for an answer, I guess my personal favourite would be turquoise."

"Turquoise it is then. My basque, stockings and any lingerie shall be of that hue, just for you. Oh, my satin bedsheets and pillowcases will also be that colour." And to herself, out of my earshot, 'so will the bondage ropes, blindfold and stockings that I'll be subjecting YOU to!'

Thank goodness that was the end of any work for the day, for as you can all imagine my mind was in a real turmoil, as Alicia left the room. My God, later on I'd be going to bed with this stunning Lady, never in my wildest dreams would I have believed this delightful outcome when this day had dawned. Wow, I'd been looking forward to this job enough before this, but now?

I was singing to myself as I showered myself clean, giving my face a much closer shave than normal, ensuring that I was at my very best, Alicia deserved nothing less, I mused. Still not believing my luck, but what had she said, 'don't be late?' No chance of that!

A check on 'google maps' revealed that the distance from my own house to the address that Alicia had supplied me was within easy walking distance, and as I was young, with the weather being kind; I resolved to utilise this method of transversing said distance. Making sure that I left plenty of 'margin for error' to ensure that I completely obeyed her command of 'don't be late,' obviously I arrived far too early instead. Not being sure of just what she'd make of me knocking on her door before her stated time, meant I 'kicked my heels' instead, nervous anticipation building within me during all of that time. At last, after what had seemed a year, being only about fifteen minutes or so in reality, the appointed hour arrived, and the nervous me knocked upon her door. Half convinced that she'd been joking all along, I mean was this actually her address, had she played some sort of cruel trick upon me here?

The door opened and it was the Lady in question standing within the threshold. And my heartrate increased exponentially at the sight that I was presented with here, fully displaying that she had NOT being lying about her intentions for the evening ahead. For there stood this utter Goddess, simply dressed in a beautiful satin dressing gown, her legs covered in sheer nylon, all in the agreed colour hue of turquoise. And as if she didn't look great enough, once she had invited me to enter and I had done, she firmly shut the door, after which her next action was to undo the belt of the gown, allowing it to leave her beautiful body and drop to the floor, revealing that all she was now adorned in was the most stylish satin basque, suspenders fitted at the bottom holding up those stockings. "Like what you see?" Well, what do you think?

I must admit that I'd been reduced to an almost trace like state and it took what seemed like an age before I was able to stammer, "yes Alicia. You look absolutely stunning!"

"Well stop gawping then and come and give me a kiss!" Which somewhat bought me back into the normal world as I rushed forward to obey. Although, it must be said that it was definitely a case of the sexy Alicia kissing me rather than me kissing her. Thereby setting the agenda for this night's activities, notwithstanding the fact that at this precise juncture I still possessed no idea as to just what extent Alicia's total control of what was to follow would amount to.

That kiss? Just as mind blowing and utterly sensational as I truly believed it was possible to be, far beyond in the exhilaration stakes of anything that I'd ever tasted before. Just re-enforcing the idea within my head that this night just commencing was one I'd never forget for the rest of my days upon this earth. Oh yes, wouldn't it just?

When Alicia finally broke off the oral exchange, and for one moment I had truly thought that she wouldn't, her eyes simply sparkled, as she uttered, "well we'd better go upstairs, Darling. My bed awaits our pleasure!" OH MY GOD! Was I still on earth or had I ascended to heaven?

With her hand clutching mine, Alicia led me up her stairs, my mind in total cloud nine at this stage, all of those previous fears negated it seemed. This was going to happen, I was about to bed this absolute Goddess, the utmost highlight of my life so far, without any doubt whatsoever!

However, if I wasn't quite thinking straight at this point my companion was, as when we reached the landing she stopped, pointing at a doorway. "That is my bathroom, Darling. Go there, and empty your body of all the waste that you can, we don't want any 'toilet breaks' interrupting our fun now, do we?" Not mentioning at all that she was planning to make leaving her bed a total impossibility for me. "Have a wash if you want to, but I sense that you thoroughly cleaned yourself ready for me, and leave your clothes, having removed them of course, in there. And then enter through that door there, the one to our room of pleasure." Naturally I obeyed all of these reasonable instructions, giving my body and teeth a quick clean, before I proceeded to her bedroom. Oh boy, was I looking forward to this or what?

Strangely there was no sign of Alicia when I did step into her boudoir, but that was because she'd deliberately stood behind her door, out of my immediate sight. So, I heard her rather than saw her, as a REALLY seductive voice echoed around the room. "Climb onto my bed Darling, if you please. You'll notice that I've fully prepared it for you." She had, it was covered with the finest shimmering satin, and guess what? Yes, it was turquoise in colour, every detail had been attended to, it seemed.

Once I'd done so, rather stretching myself out, the wonderful, stunningly sexy Lady climbed aboard, sitting herself down on my chest, grabbing both of my arms stretching them out to their furthest extent. She then gazed into my eyes, utterly captivating me, and then once more her luscious lips descended upon my own.

To say I was enjoying the moment just has to be the understatement of the century, the level of passion that Alicia was displaying here seeming even more striking than that oral embrace by her front door, but unbeknown to me she was simply anticipating me behaving in a certain manner. And then I duly obliged, I did just what she was waiting for. I closed my eyes.

Things happened very fast after that. Much faster than I could react to. For now, totally unseen by me, one of Alicia's hands reached underneath the pillow, emerging clutching a, turquoise of course, bondage tie. Next, with me still not viewing, Alicia had kept that kiss very much alive, she was wrapping said tie around my right wrist and the outer bedpost of the solid metal bedframe!

My eyes sprang open virtually instantaneously, but it still took a little while for my brain to compute just what was occurring here, as the, utterly correct, summary passed through my mind. "Bloody hell, she's tying me to her bed!" No, I didn't welcome this latest development!

That slight delay fully enabled Alicia to complete her bond, as I immediately started to attempt escape from it, bear in mind it was NOT totally secure by any means, Alicia turned her attentions to my left-hand side. But this primary bondage that she'd placed me in achieved two major objectives for her here. Firstly, it completely distracted me, all of my considerations were now concentrated on releasing myself from it, allowing her to concentrate on my other arm in relative peace. And, whilst I could already feel a very limited degree of movement within that bond, suggesting that escape would be possible; it was crystal clear that it would hold for some period of time, during all of which my right arm was effectively taken out of the equation.

Suddenly, as I was thrashing my right arm about, it occurred to me that Alicia was taking her time regarding my other arm, she was doing the job properly. With both of her arms available to her, plus her knees, somewhat painfully, pinning both of my arms to the bed's satin surface, by the time I gave some thought to my left arm, that wrist sported a totally secure silk bracelet, completely inescapable, and my potential captor had already looped the rest of her tie around the opposite bedpost, tying it utterly secure with a satisfying, well to her, 'snap' sound!

I found my voice. "What in God's name do you think you're doing, Alicia?"

To which I received a rather gruff reply. "SHUT UP! I'm concentrating!" And she was too. A quick glance over to her existing bond confirmed that despite my best efforts it would still take some time before I freed myself of it, so she continued her capture of my other upper limb. With quite a bit of tie left over, she looped my hand, including wrapping around my thumb, tying a half knot in my palm, followed by a full one at the back of said hand. There was still enough tie over to again loop and tie it around the bedpost. So that is precisely what Alicia did. That was it then, until somebody other than me, meaning Alicia naturally, undid it, my left arm was going nowhere!

Unless I could free my right arm from her grip, indeed I was on the very verge of achieving that as Alicia snapped her final knot secure. But she slightly beat me to it, now able to turn both of her arms to the situation, with absolutely NO chance whatsoever present of me interfering with my left one. A somewhat uneven contest.

And so, it proved. Starting by Alicia actually relieving me of the task of escape from that existing bond, she undid it herself. To immediately re-apply it, but in the utterly secure manner of the opposite side of the bed, including imprisoning my hand in silk as well as my wrist. That was it then, I now totally belonged to this bed, and as it completely belonged to her, so, by default, did I. And boy, didn't she just know it!

As abundantly demonstrated by the glorious smile upon her beaming face. "That's better, you're all mine now! But earlier on you asked me a question, one which I rather rudely didn't issue an answer to. Allow me to firstly apologise for that disrespect and now give you the courtesy of a reply, to which you are fully entitled, Darling. You see, it's rather like this, I've always fancied having a man tied to my bed, totally helpless and completely under my control, so I can shag him utterly senseless in the manner of my, and ONLY my, choosing. From the very first time that I clapped eyes upon you, I sensed that I'd be able to achieve my aim, as I have done now. And NO, I don't give a fig for what your opinion is here! Although I haven't quite finished with you just yet, no, I've got some more plans for you. Like tying your legs down too, but not before I've dressed them up a little."

"Release me NOW, Alicia!" I roared at the top of my voice.

"Or you'll do what precisely? You're totally in my hands now, I suggest that you accept that. For yes, whilst it IS my primary intention that I satisfy my fantasies and desires here, I do sincerely hope that you enjoy just what is to follow too. Entirely possible, you know! Anyway, to business, as it were. What would you say are the articles of clothing that mostly represent the activity we're shortly going to be indulging it, namely rampant and utterly RAW SEX? Bit of a clue, I'm wearing some right now, and you've been busy taking snaps of them today."

"Stockings? What are you getting at here, Alicia?"

"No flies on you Darling, yes, I'm talking about stockings, especially when combined with suspenders. But I wonder, have you ever considered just what it would be like to wear some yourself? I don't know, maybe you already have?"

"No, I bloody well haven't and I'm not going to start now!"

"Really? What if I decide that you are, a decision I've already made by the way, and in the affirmative. Just how do you propose to stop me, um?" Clearly enjoying this banter!

I started to thrash my legs about as if she'd give up her ideas, but she simply grabbed another bondage tie, sat herself down upon my pins, thereby stopping my theatricals, looped one of my ankles with that tie, then secured it to the outer bedpost of the lower bedframe, without any nylon covering of course. "No, I've haven't given up, if anything your rather negative attitude has made me even more determined to put your legs into nylon, for which I'm absolutely sure you'll thank me for later. As for the suspender belt, well if you'd been more co-operative, I could have simply slid that up your legs, but it does fasten together, therefore coming apart, so I'll just have to do things the hard way instead. But let's get both of your legs tied down first."

Swiftly my captor covered the foot of my remaining 'free' leg in sheer nylon, turquoise of course, moving the stocking to just over my ankle. There she paused, to grab yet another tie, now fastening that pin to the opposite bedpost. Meaning I was tied down completely. It was now that she carried out her threat to introduce the suspender belt to my body, she undid it, placed it around my waist, then refastening it in that correct position.

"Um, what shall I do next? Will it be best to completely finish off this leg, moving the stocking fully up it, or shall I place your other foot in nylon first?" Note she was addressing the question to herself, not seeking my opinion in any way, determined to carry on this operation to her tune whatever I thought; indeed, she had already told herself that if I did actually express an opinion on this matter, she would do the complete opposite. But I said absolutely nothing.

"Not got a preference then, eh? OK, best I decide in that case, let's finish this one first." So, she did, sliding that first stocking up my leg, until the lacy top was within comfortable reach of the belt's suspenders. Thus, she then attached those, by fastening the clasps. "Nice. Now for the other leg." Making me realise one very uncomfortable truth here.

It was only about a minute or so ago here when Alicia had pronounced that I might thoroughly enjoy being placed into her stockings, and it became to dawn upon me that she was indeed fully correct here. God it was just so sensual, so sexy, so invigorating to have my leg coated in Alicia's nylon, yes, she had been SO right, I WAS in the mood to thank her. Not that I was in any frame of mind whatsoever to admit this to her yet.

But she knew alright, we're talking a very astute girl, especially when it comes to the 'pleasures of the flesh.' Another clue that she fully clocked, was that I offered far less resistance when she undid that bond upon my first leg that she'd captured, the one with currently no stocking upon it. Basically, I allowed her to completely rectify that situation without even attempting to prevent her at all. "Told you so, didn't I, you already love the feel of my nylon on your legs, don't you? Go on, admit it!" I couldn't really argue with her with any degree of truth, as Alicia moved that second stocking upwards, attaching the clasps of the waiting suspenders when they were in reach. "Nearly ready for me, Darling, then the frantic shagging can begin! As I sense you want me to now, don't you?" She was absolutely correct of course, but I was totally unwillingly to admit it to her, to admit defeat here. However, she KNEW!

"Well, here you are then, completely under the care and control of your Mistress Alicia, which incidentally is how you will address me for the duration of this wonderful time together. Is that fully understood?"

I was damned if I was going to refer to her as that. No chance! "What? You expect me to call you 'Mistress?' Just what planet do you presently inhabit here, Alicia, because if you think I'll be showing you that kind of respect, it sure isn't Earth?"

She immediately cupped her hands around my 'tools,' my cock harder than it had ever been during its entire life. "Maybe you'd like to reconsider that?" As she gave a little 'twist.'

A spasm of pure pain shot upwards throughout my body, literally bringing tears to my eyes and I knew that I'd have to surrender here. As her own optical receptors bored into my own, I stammered the words I'd sworn to myself I would never use, "yes Mistress Alicia. Please don't hurt me again!"

"What I WANT to do here is bring you pleasure not pain my Darling. But that does rather depend on your co-operation, completely accepting that we are fully dancing to MY tune, not yours. Are you willing to do that now?" As her hands were still firmly clamped around my 'equipment!'

What's that old saying, oh yes, 'in for a penny in for a pound.' As the realisation hit me that the reason why my cock had never been so hard before was because I'd NEVER been so thoroughly turned on in my entire life. Excitement was flowing around my form more and faster than it had ever done so, as I completely acknowledged the very true fact that this wasn't just because Alicia was the sexiest woman that I had ever 'interacted' with, and by quite some margin it must be said; but that I was completely helpless within her hands and power! Added to the utterly sensational feelings generated by her sheer nylon upon the skin of my legs.

"Yes, Mistress Alicia, I won't give you any more trouble I promise." As it sunk in that she could absolutely anything she wanted to me now, with there being nothing I could do to thwart her.

"Good, I believe you Darling. Now, where were we? Oh yes, the final part of my subjection of you." I was about to discover that the question of her good looks was about to become completely academic, as she fetched the final item of her armoury tonight, yes again this element was coloured turquoise. "Now then Darling, are you worthy of seeing your supreme Mistress Alicia? NO! I don't think so!" And she placed that component into its correct position, therefore robbing me of my power of sight, reducing my world to TOTAL darkness. Yes, it was a satin blindfold.

So, there I was then. Completely captured, tied VERY securely, although totally safely, in a spread-eagled form to the bed of my tormentor, my legs seductively covered in her sheer nylon, and with no ability to see anything. Had I ever been quite so helpless? Absolutely not, but then had I ever been so excited, so exhilarated, so utterly thrilled to be in the position I now found myself in? Absolute arousal crashed over me as I was nothing more than the total sex slut of this remarkable and sexy woman, now WANTING nothing more than to be precisely that!

And the situation was to get even better, as with a "let's get this show on the road, Darling," Alicia slid her soaking wet pussy over my ramrod cock. UTTERLY DELICIOUS! She simply held it there for several seconds, obviously savouring this fantastic moment, as so was I. And then she began, slowly she started to pump herself upon me, gradually accelerating her motions. The greatest moment of my entire life to date? Well, what do you all think?

It took no time at all to make the deduction that Alicia's skills within the bedroom were at the same, if not greater, outstanding level of her totally sexy and utterly gorgeous appearance. WOW! After a brief period of time, she had moved her pumping actions faster until she was operating at 'full throttle' as it were! Naturally producing the desired effect, and for both of us, the moans of pleasure gradually becoming both louder and more intense, as if keeping pace with her motions. Oh yes, things were building up very nicely, again for us as a pair, and then suddenly IT happened! Ecstasy entered the equation, oh yes, didn't she just!

Screams of "ALICIA! ALICIA! ALICIA! AALLLIIIICCCCIIIIIAAAAA!" filled the room as waves of pleasure swept throughout my body, my spunk shooting out of my cock into my companion's pussy at a rate or intensity that it had never even approached before.

Yes, safe to say I'd enjoyed that one! However, I wasn't the only person present whom ecstasy had decided to pay her attention to. Loud those cries might well have been, but they were fully accompanied by another voice giving vocal emissions at absolute FULL volume. Yes, Alicia had achieved total climax too, and such was the level of her supreme abilities, that she was able to induce her own virtually simultaneously with mine. Absolutely magnificent, was there no end to this sensational woman's talent?

Mind you it was quite a while before either of us was indeed capable of coherent thought. But there was no hiding the look of absolute radiance upon our faces, although of course, I couldn't see her face at all. Of course she could, and therefore did, view my visage so it her who broke the silence here. "See, what did I tell you? If you stopped fighting me, which you finally did, I just knew that I could take you right up to heaven, and haven't I just delivered? And if that's the good news, the even better tidings are that this night is still young. I promised you a FULL night of entertainment and that's what I'm going to deliver here!" Pure music to my ears, I can completely assure you.

Alicia still kept up the excitement level even during that annoying period of time whilst my 'batteries needed to recharge,' as it were. In-between her lips attacking my own and her mitts rubbing themselves, very provocatively, all over that sheer nylon of hers covering my legs, meant I gained very little respite, despite the intensity being quite so complete, obviously. But I was still relatively young, and it was only after about ten minutes that my cock began to become hard once more. Mind you Alicia didn't rush here, using her hands to ensure that it was REALLY hard before she commenced Round Two!

Which resulted in the same glorious outcome, although with the first 'coupling' out of the way, took a little longer to achieve this time. But, believe me, that detracted from the exhilaration not one iota, in fact it made the whole matter even more enjoyable, difficult though that is to appreciate. However, it was totally true.

And so, this absolutely spectacular evening continued in the same amazing manner, by far the greatest 'sexperience' of my life so far. Never before had a woman, ANY woman, simply blown my mind in such an astounding fashion, completely cocooned in Alicia's sexual web I became utterly mesmerised by her outstanding carnal capabilities. Yes, she really had taken centre stage in my mind, make NO mistake about that! So much so, that I began to envision a wonderful future with this Lady within my life.

However, sexual games at this level of intensity demands a very high amount of stamina to maintain, particularly for Alicia, as let's be honest, it was her doing the majority of the 'work' here. So, after roughly an hour of the most satisfying time period of my life, she was forced to bring matters to a halt, completely shattered and utterly spent by now. As she lifted that blindfold off of my head, my eyes adjusting to be able to see again, not that there was a lot of illumination available within the room, she started to speak, as she set about releasing my body from the bonds that held it. "Thank you, Darling, shagging a man tied to my bed was every bit as fulfilling as I dreamed it would be. Time for you to go home, hope you don't mind seeing yourself out as I'm completely shattered."

"WHAT? Is that it then Alicia, you've had your fun so now it's just goodbye?"

"Didn't I state that you were invited to my bed for just one night only? Did I agree to anymore? I don't think so! After all, haven't I just given you the greatest night of your entire life? But that's IT I'm afraid, goodbye and all that!"

I could tell that she was utterly serious, yes, she'd assigned me a role which I had fulfilled to her requirements, and so as if I was a mere machine instead of a human complete with feelings and emotions, I'd done my job and was now to be simply discarded. Just like that. Talk about being taken to the ultimate high, only to be dropped from that height mercilessly! Honestly, I felt like physically assaulting her, just about stopping myself. To this day, I still don't know how I managed to control myself at this time.

In silence and feeling really despondent now, I dressed myself in her bathroom, now understanding just why Alicia had wanted me to leave my clothes there. And then I left her house, tempted to leave her front door wide open, a temptation I did NOT succumb to. After all, once I'd left, I guess that the bloody bitch would have checked anyway.

The journey back to my own place from hers took almost twice as long as in the reverse orientation earlier, my mental state even more shattered than my clearly exhausted physical condition. And as if to compound my utter misery even more, with this all having taken place on a Friday evening, on the following Saturday my favourite football team were served a resounding four-nil thrashing. Mind you, after what Alicia had put me through, I barely noticed.

What about seeking a legal resolution then? Surely, she'd just committed an act of rape upon me? But the sex that took place was consensual, I had agreed to it, even WANTED it, if not in the form that it had actually occurred. And just what evidence did I possess to make a case with which to present to the relevant authorities? No, it soon became clear in my mind that such an option wasn't a realistic feasibility, it would be almost impossible to achieve success and so I quickly abandoned it.

In fact, the sex itself wasn't the issue here, despite my initial reluctance, I had grown to love the manner in which Alicia had subjected me to that. No, it wasn't the actual act of copulation that was the problem, but the completely callous and cruel way I had been simply dismissed afterwards. Because I had been completely and utterly played by the devious Alicia here, but as I slowly came to terms with that fact, I did manage to find a little solace in the realisation that I had also been treated to the greatest 'sexperience' of my entire life to date. At the end of the day, she was FAR out of my league, and so any hopes that I could enjoy a full-time relationship with this female were unrealistic, to say the least. Perhaps I should just chalk it down to experience, and remember just what an outstanding night it had been? Let's face it, possibly something, maybe the only thing, I could cling to.

There was a further problem though, one that on the face of it was a positive for me. For the agency that had arranged the photo shoot had been mightily impressed with the job I'd done, offering more assignments in my direction. I mean, like I say this was surely good news, after all something has to pay the mortgage. But yes, you've guessed it, we're talking about the same agency that had Alicia on their books, realising their offered contracts would mean meeting her again, on a fairly regular basis. Just to rub a little salt into the wounds.

Needing to pay my life's bills meant I was almost forced to accept their propositions, fairly lucrative they were too and quite prestigious, doing my bludgeoning photographic career no harm whatsoever. As you can all imagine, I was completely reluctant to even meet Alicia again, let alone work with her. At least she was utterly discreet, nobody outside of the two of us had any inkling of that shared 'night of passion,' and she wasn't about to tell anybody. Somehow between us we managed to strike up a professional working 'relationship,' without TOO much pain. And so, life went on, at least I had my memories, surely nobody could surely erase those?

So, events carried on, with my 'office companion' seemingly having no regrets whatsoever about what had happened between us. I mean, why should she when everything had gone completely according to her desires and schemes, after all? Meanwhile she had more plans to enact, plans that didn't involve me naturally. Having discovered, using me as her 'guinea pig' of course, that she rather liked having a male tied to her bed, she had her eyes set upon a real 'stud,' with whom she wished to subject to her fantasies.

However, things didn't pan out quite the way she'd hoped. Basically, she was looking to repeat just what she'd inflicted upon me, but with a male of her choice this time, instead of one who just happened to be convenient, that being my role in all this, of course.

You see this particular gentleman was 'fit' in both the traditional and new senses of the word. As Alicia tried to do to him precisely what she'd done to me, he, almost as if he'd successfully anticipated just what her aims were, completely turned the tables, overpowering her, and so it became her who was the one tied to the bed! "What do you think you're playing at here, Alicia? Who do you think that you are? Well, I'm not going to indulge in your little fantasies, once I've put my clothes back on, I'll take my leave of you and your little schemes. Goodbye, and believe me, I mean that on a totally permanent basis, I can assure you." At least, once he had re-clothed himself, ready to depart, he untied one of her arms, allowing her to complete her release herself from her bed, even it took her a little time to achieve this, by which time her intended 'target' had completely vanished out of sight.

Thus, she had been dealt a 'dose of her own medicine,' as it were, she'd been utterly humiliated, her dreams shattered, in a very similar manner in which mine had. It's tempting therefore, to determine that she thoroughly deserved this fate, hadn't she, herself, had just 'reaped just what she had sown?' Not that I was aware of any of these developments, you understand.

But, of course, such is the nature of these things that she was booked in for a photo shoot on the very next day, and as I'm sure you've all worked out, the scheduled photographer for said session was none other than 'yours truly.' As soon as I clapped eyes upon her, I KNEW that something was completely wrong in her world, I fully sensed that she was suffering, as I totally allowed her to rather cling to me as she cried her eyes out.

Now, I'm sure that many of you would suggest that I should tell her, oh, what's that polite way of saying it, to completely 'Foxtrot Oscar!' Indeed, if I was one of those people whose heads generally rule over their hearts, then no doubt that's precisely what I would have done.

However, that's not the way I'm made, despite the disgusting way she'd treated me, I was still overcome with compassion here. And once she'd calmed down enough to be able to actually speak, it did appear that some lessons had been somewhat learnt. "Thank you so much for your consideration, Darling, please believe me I'd have fully understood if you'd simply told me to sod off. Because I need to do this, I must apologise fully for the despicable manner in which I previously treated you. I fully accept that I simply used you for my own, completely selfish, agenda, without any regard for your feelings at all. What I did was totally and utterly 'out of order,' I had NO right whatsoever to treat you in such a disgraceful and vile manner. Can you possibly forgive me, but I will accept it if you can't."

"I DO believe you here Alicia," I truly felt that she was telling the absolute truth here, as indeed she was, "tell you what, let's firstly perform the job of work that we both come here to do, then perhaps we'll have a drink and a chat afterwards. I'm more than willing to do that."

"Thank you again, Darling." Drying her eyes of her tears, "yes, we both need to keep 'the wolf from the door,' don't we? Let's get to work!"

So, we did. And having been reassured somewhat, Alicia was able to complete her assigned tasks with her normal level of consummate professionalism, as was I, of course. The day's work therefore was accomplished without hitch, all of the requirements asked of both of us all fulfilled absolutely. Time to return back to rather more personal matters.

"Darling, when you said a drink earlier, did you mean something like coffee or were you suggesting a real 'drink,' because boy, could I do with one of those right now? There's a very decent pub just around the corner to my place, where you'll be very welcome to park your car at mine and spend the night, so avoiding any drinking and driving issues." Giving another one of her suggestive 'winks' to me at the same time.

"Yes, fair enough Alicia. Thank you and I accept your kind offer." Thus, Ladies and Gentlemen, the die was cast. She'd successfully wheedled her way back into my heart. Would I live to regret it, had this particular leopard REALLY changed its spots?

Well, if she WAS lying here, when she'd claimed that her local was in fact decent, she'd spoken nothing but the truth. The place was very welcoming, with the pint of real ale that I'd purchased being absolutely perfect, at the correct temperature and totally refreshing, as I assumed that the large white wine that my companion had chosen was as well. But although both of our drinks were completely satisfying, consuming them wasn't the primary reason that we had given this hostelry our custom. We, or mainly her, needed to talk, there was still air to be cleared.

Taking my hands in her own. "You truly ARE a thoroughly decent and honest man, Darling, I've come to see that is the most important thing one should consider when choosing a mate, not that you're NOT good in the looks department." True enough, if I wasn't a real stud by an equal degree, I wasn't ugly in any sense of the word. "And possibly most important, I feel that I can TOTALLY trust you, and I've just learned Just how important that is, yes, now I'm fully aware that there can be NO real love without trust." As her wonderful hazel eyes gazed into my own, I believed that I could trust her too, despite what she'd done to me previously. The question remained however, the 'elephant in the room' perhaps. Was I wrong to?

At least she was more than willing to 'pay her way' here, as it was her 'round' and she duly obliged. Mind you, if the alcohol content of her glass of wine was at similar level to my pint of beer, the same couldn't definitely said for the actual volume of liquid involved. Naturally then it took a little longer for me to consume my drink than she did, but this didn't prove to be too much of an issue. And after two drinks, she announced, "time to go home, Darling."

Meaning back to her luxurious bed. But this time there was a notable absence of any bondage ties, lingerie or blindfold, although satin sheets were present, but this was what covered her furniture on a normal basis. Did we indulge in sexual activities? Naturally, but on this occasion the wild, hectic stuff was conspicuously absent, no, this time it's fair to say that we 'made love' instead of frantically shagging. Far less exhilarating, but possibly far more meaningful. By now I was TOTALLY in love with her, she'd undoubtedly conquered my heart as well as my cock!

Fully believing that this 'love' wasn't travelling in one direction only, but was it? As she gazed into my eyes come the morning it appeared not, as she softly said, "Darling, I love you!"

"As I do you, Alicia, as I do you." Cue another bout of gentle 'making love.' Only the once though, this new day dawning was a full working one for both of us.

"Chop, chop, we've both got work to go to, we can't stay in bed all day however much I'd love to. But, this Friday evening, with no need to get up come the morning, we'll come back here. And let's put it this way, you're going to be back in stockings and somewhat 'confined' to it!"

My heart leapt with unbridled joy, the memories of that amazing night crashing back into my mind, with the prospect that it wouldn't end in such a completely devastating manner this time around. Yes, did I want to be her complete carnal captive again, fully subjected to her fantastic sexual skills, with absolutely no chance of escape from just what SHE alone chose to inflict upon my helpless form? More than anything in this world!

Mind you there were two full working days to pass before that promised utopia. And, looking back I'm rather relieved that I didn't make any major mistakes during said time, as I'll most willingly admit that my mind wasn't fully 'on the job' during those days. However, I did 'get away with it,' no howlers were committed and the outside world seemed totally unaware of my distracted state. And, of course, the reason that had caused it.

Suitably showered and shaved, again I knocked upon Alicia's front door at the precise time she had stated, remembering fully her dislike of unpunctuality, which was very quickly opened. And, just like that last occasion, there she was, this total Goddess, again wrapped in a pure satin dressing gown, that immediately dropped to the floor once I'd crossed over the threshold and the door became shut. To reveal another beautiful basque, holding up some very sheer nylon stockings, not even any panties. But what shade were these items in?

The clue was just what colour she'd been wearing that very first time I'd clapped eyes on her, just wearing lingerie that is because there'd been some 'briefing' before the photo-shoot whilst she'd been fully clothed. Yes, it was back to being 'green,' and I'm not referring to any 'climate activist' inclinations here. Simply described by that one simple word on the lingerie supplier's website, possibly in reality 'tinged' with slight shade of blue, but who cares? As I'd told her before, this was a woman who could still appear utterly sexy if just dressed in a cloth sack.

"Right, let's get you ready now." As she slipped a blindfold over my eyes, naturally in the same hue as her lingerie, and just to point out, she naturally was given much of her 'equipment' by the lingerie supplier themselves, also receiving a very hefty discount upon any items that she had to purchase herself.

Thus blinded, I was then led into the living room, as to opposed to up the stairs. I'd soon be ascending those, don't you worry, but when I did so I'd already be 'dressed for sex.' Yes, we had plenty of time to ourselves here, a whole weekend in fact, and Alicia was just choosing to somewhat 'ramp up the atmosphere!' Successfully I might add, certainly I wasn't complaining!

She actually stopped me in front of a tall mirror, although I couldn't see that yet. No, she was going to place me in stockings in view of that, she planned to 'lift' the blindfold for that process, but I was going to be undressed of my outside attire in the dark. "Lift up your arms, Darling." Once I'd complied, off swiftly came all of the upper body components of my apparel. It wasn't long before my lower clothing was also removed, so there I was, completely starkers!

"Arms together in front of you, please. Then point them forward." Why had she asked this? So, she could tie my wrists together, that's why! Securely, but utterly safely, no danger to my blood circulation for example, but there was no escape for me available. Especially as the minx fastened this 'bond' to my body itself, removing any possibility of my using my teeth to attempt any release. But where exactly did she action this restraint? Why, round my balls and base of my cock, of course! Said cock very much impersonating a TOTALLY rigid steel ramrod!

This was the juncture when my blindfold became placed upwards on my forehead, meaning I could view proceeding once more. To be rewarded by the rather exotic sight of my completely naked body, my arms and wrists somewhat hiding any view of my 'tools.'

Believe it or not, that 'ramrod' seemed to become even harder, as Alicia began to 'waft' a green satin suspender belt right in front of my face. "I seem to recall a certain, shall we say, reluctance, when I last attempted to place one of these onto your body. And I rather get the impression that THIS time, I'll have a slightly easier task ahead of me now. Am I right?"

"Yes, Mistress Alicia!" And she hadn't even yet commanded me to address her thus!

"Good boy!" Almost as if I was a dog, mind you there was a look of almost puppy devotion within them as my eyes tracked her. "Lift up your left leg, please." Whereupon she slid the belt over that raised foot. "Now your right." She slid it over that one, and up my legs, then stopped rather abruptly, bursting into laughter. "Oops, looks like I'll have to undo this belt and re-fasten it after all." I looked down and immediately clocked the problem that she was presented with here. Naturally with my wrists tied to around my balls, she couldn't slide her, or should that be my, suspender belt over them and into position around my waist. Cue another source of the sound of extreme merriment!

Are you familiar of that situation where the people present have started laughing, to such a degree that the initial cause has become somewhat forgotten and irrelevant? Well, this was the case here, Alicia and I continuing to guffaw uncontrollably, until finally she was able to regain enough control to fit that belt in the manner that she originally believed she wouldn't have to. Still laughing she turned her attentions to the matching stockings, "well, at least there won't be any such issues fitting these."

Once more I was forced to try and maintain my balance, as one by one I was 'instructed' to lift my feet off the floor, although Alicia did assist by allowing me to use her body as a stabilising element. As, again one by one, those feet became subjected to the delicious feel of sheer nylon. With both feet firmly back on 'terra firma' I became mesmerised by watching in the mirror as the green nylon found its way up my pins, right up until stocking met suspender. Whereupon Alicia fitted the clasps of the latter upon the former on both sides, stepping back a bit as if to admire her 'handiwork.' As I looked at my reflection, one that if was available publicly would have resulted in a great deal of embarrassment heading in my direction, I mean just what I was seeing was a male dressed in female lingerie, his wrists bound together and then tied to his sexual organs, her gentle voice was in one of my ears. "Well, my Darling, now you are ready. Let's move this upstairs, where my bed awaits." As it appeared that I'd need some guidance here, my world suddenly becoming totally black again, as Alicia moved the blindfold back down into its correct location.

With her both leading and to some degree supporting me, I was led out of the room, up the stairs and into her bedroom, where the bed did indeed wait, covered in the finest green satin, an identical shade as the lingerie now adorning both of our bodies. Not that I could see it, of course. I needed her help again to climb upon it and position myself in her desired position, but that assistance was, most willingly, forthcoming.

This time Alicia started my binding to her furniture at the foot end. "Spread your legs please, Darling." Having complied, I then felt my ankles being looped with her bondage ties before she fastened them to the outer posts of the lower bedframe. Bottom end done then.

Turned her attentions, therefore, to the other end, Alicia duly undid the bond attaching my bound wrists to my 'tools' but not that which held said wrists together. So, just what did she do next then? To use that catchphrase of those T. V. meerkats, 'simples!' She quickly used the remaining tie of that bond, to purely attach the whole assembly to the top rail of her upper bedframe, this leaving my body bound to her bed in a sort of inverted 'Y' shape.

Thus, the actual physical bondage that she secured me in became as real and inescapable as the 'virtual' type that she already held me firmly within. Oh, I was totally and utterly hers, in every sense of the word. To both of our delights of course, I fully wanted to be her complete 'sex slut' as much, if not more, than she wished for me to be absolutely helpless in her hands and power. A possible 'win-win' situation all-round then?

It certainly appeared so as this wonderful woman fully unleased her consider armoury of sensational sexual skills upon my bound body, absolutely held within her merciless grip, not she was displaying any of that particular commodity towards me. Yes, again it was over an hour before her strength began to flag, a time that possibly exceeded the excitement and utter enjoyment of the previous time I'd 'visited' this bed. However, unlike that occasion this period did NOT end in such a shattering disaster. Oh no, "sorry Darling, I'm fully spent, but no, you're staying right here by my side, I'm NOT going to make the same mistake as I did before." Having said that, my 'freedom' was not restored to me, not by any stretch of the imagination. "You're staying here ALL weekend, although you'll be spending ALL of that time within my bondage as my sex slut. Which I sense is just what you WANT to be!" Spot on, Alicia, spot on!

As we settled down for some much-needed sleep, I was still blindfolded, and although I wasn't fastened to the bed anymore, my wrists had been securely tied behind my back. After I'd just had to suffer the ignominy of having to sit upon her toilet, do my business then having Alicia needing to wipe my backside clean, as I was bound and blinded. Humiliating? Obviously yes, but in a way so arousing too. I really was completely 'under her spell' by now.

In fact, I was destined to spend the entire weekend both being bound and blindfolded, mostly, however not exclusively, to her bed. Possibly the most erotic treatment was the manner in which I was forced to consume my meals during that period. Inescapably tied to one of her dining chairs, with my arms tied up and therefore my hands unavailable to me, I was spoon fed my fodder, morsel by morsel, by my delicious companion. All in the dark, naturally.

In fact, the only times where my eyes weren't covered, was during the VERY short periods when my captor was changing my blindfold for a new, fresh one, as she did so during the several changes of lingerie that I was subjected to during my time in her sexual custody. These 'switches' being driven not by any desire to simply swap colours, but to freshen up to a degree, they always involved the soiled sets being removed and having washed off much of the sweat and other bodily fluids resulting from our 'activities,' in all cases the 'new,' different colour set being fresh and clean. In fact, possibly the only occasions where my legs weren't covered in Alicia's nylon was in the shower, which we did visit, together naturally, several times. But, if neither of us wore any stockings during those situations, my bondage, in the form of steel handcuffs, continued, as my sight was still restricted by some sort of plastic, waterproof blindfold, which did allow some light to penetrate around the edges, but not much. Oh, if the binding and sightlessness was still present, do any of you believe for one moment that the sexual action wasn't? Yes, this weekend was my first ever taste of 'sex in the shower,' but I fervently hoped it wouldn't be my last!

And if my own fortunes had dramatically improved this weekend compared to the last occasion when I had visited Alicia's home, perhaps it was most appropriate that whilst our lingerie colour was bright royal blue, almost at the same time those of my favourite football team, whose main first strip is of that shade, were also experiencing a welcome upturn in fortunes. Yes, for once they actually won a bloody match, although we're addressing a narrow two-one victory as opposed to the very real trouncing they'd been handed out on that occasion! Not that I was aware, or would have even cared if I were, I was somewhat otherwise occupied at the time, with the stunning sexy and absolutely gorgeous Alicia pounding me into her bed!

******

To the present day then, and not only did Alicia NOT terminate our relationship this time, I need to point out that, as she's busy right at this moment tying one of my arms securely to the bedpost in order to shag me mercilessly, we're both in our fifties now, rapidly approaching our respective sixtieth birthday upon this earth. Yes, all of the aforementioned activities I described above are well over thirty years in the past now, the vast majority of that time having occurred with Alicia and I being 'man and wife.' Indeed, as on every anniversary of that wonderful day when we married, which it is today incidentally; the lingerie, bondage ties, satin sheets on the bed etc. are pure virginal white, a tradition starting with our actual wedding night itself of course, a night I spent as simply my bride's sex slut, as she shagged me absolutely senseless. Which she still does on a VERY regular basis, although our advanced age now has rendered the action a little less frenetic!

SO, THAT LEOPARD DID INDEED CHANGE ITS SPOTS!

Thus, proving that beyond any doubt whatsoever, that original photo shoot was therefore, 'the dream job.' Fully leading to a 'dream life!'