Touch Me

 

It's hard to describe just how I got into this situation. I mean, if I said I was living in a fancy apartment on the upper east side of Manhattan rent free in exchange for letting a man have sex with me - bondage style - well, people would think I was some kind of prostitute or pervert or something.

The truth is I'm a fairly ordinary girl who let things get too far and then lost her way and didn't know how to get back. I mean, when I started getting the pictures at work - drawings, really - of me in these lewd and pornographic bondage poses I was outraged and embarrassed, of course.

But I was too embarrassed to report them. They were so realistic, you see! I didn't want to show them to anyone! Besides, I had no idea who'd drawn them and sent them to me! I worked in a very large building in Manhattan so it could have been thousands of people!

But the pictures also showed a man, though not his face, an incredibly powerfully built man, a man with the best male body I'd ever seen. I thought, at first, that it was just made up, but as the days passed I began to suspect that might actually be him! And I started to get, well, obsessed with the idea of fulfilling what was in the pictures with a guy with the body of Adonis!

Yes, it was kinky bondage stuff, but that just made it more thrilling! Everyone knows guys are perverts anyway, so I figured I would play along just to have a kind of one-time kinky thrill with superman! Only it wasn't one time. He was as hot looking in person as in the drawings, and he made my mind swim in a feverish kind of sexual heat the likes of which I'd never imagined!

No man had ever made me come so hard and so often! Mind you, at twenty two it wasn't like I'd had a ton of sex with a lot of different guys. And I'd never had sex with a man before - that is, a guy way older than me. He was almost thirty, after all, while I was only twenty one!

But the experience had been so intense I couldn't resist coming back for more. And when he'd directed me to this apartment I'd arrived, and then I'd come! And the wild shock of it was he wouldn't even tell me his name! I had to call him 'Master'!

And I had to obey whatever he told me to do or be punished! He'd already used a little flog on me, and spanked my bare bottom hard!

Stuff like that made me anxious, nervous and uncertain. But the sexual fever he roused in me left me breathless and filled my life with a wild dark energy that I could hardly contemplate just abandoning!

What I'm getting at is that I didn't one day wake up and find that I was into bondage and submission and that I wanted some man to boss me around and be my master. I certainly hadn't! And as wild and thrilling as the sex with Benjamin was I wanted something else, wanted tenderness and conversation and maybe even caring!

That was what I was hoping for, anyway. That was my ambition. And to get there I was willing to put up with a lot. Mind you, the incredible orgasms were also pretty good compensation!

Yesterday, though, he'd exposed my body to his chauffeur! And then to a room full of people at a gallery, and in more ways than one! It turns out those incredibly lifelike bondage drawings of me were being exhibited at a gallery! So all the people there came and saw me and realized I was the model!

It had been mortifying! The poses in the drawings were so lewd and obscene! And those people thought I had actually posed for them! In fact, the artist had done them from occasional views of me in public, and pictures taken of me. And Benjamin wasn't even the artist! He was just some big shot rich guy who apparently was one of the directors of the company I worked for!

I only found out his name at the gallery from other people talking to him. It was Benjamin Stone. I wasn't allowed to call him Benjamin. I had to call him 'Master'! And he'd given me a new name, as if mine was no longer legal. My new name was Autumn. Mind you, I think it's a very pretty name, but still! How outrageous!

It's very strange being with him. I mean, he tells me how gorgeous I am, and that I have the body of a goddess, but he also calls me slut and whore and makes me call myself the same! I have to tell him I'm his bitch, his slut!

Of course, doing it always gives me a strange, dark, shuddering thrill! As if I'm being outrageously perverted! And maybe I am. What kind of a girl goes along with this stuff? And what did I need to do to stop it? Did I even want to stop it? I had to stop it! Who knew how far it would go!?

But knowing I had to reign things in was different from being able to do so. I'm living in a gorgeous condo in Manhattan for free and getting the most fantastic sex of my life with the sexiest man I've ever met who has the most incredible body I've ever seen. And I'm supposed to end this!?

Autumn prepared herself, and at seven sharp she was kneeling in the entry hall waiting for her master, with her back arched and hands behind her neck, wearing white stockings and gloves, number 14 shoes, wearing number Three collar, Number Two blindfold and Number Seven gag.

That was the text message I got at work towards the end of the day, and as usual, it tightened my chest and left me feeling breathless! What was he going to do tonight! Gagged! Damn it! How could I talk to him if I was gagged!?

Well, hopefully it wouldn't stay on the whole evening. After all, he'd want oral sex.

I wasn't thrilled with the blindfold either. I liked seeing him and his incredible body. I also liked running my bare fingers across his chest and belly, not to mention around his mighty cock! Gloves might look good to him but I wished he'd stop ordering me to wear them.

Nevertheless, I was thrumming with energy from that moment on. I ate quickly, and not too much. After all, I didn't want to have a full stomach when he started pushing that big cock down my throat!

I showered, and gave myself an enema, because he has shown a liking for anal sex, then put on the white stockings, white high heels, and the white gloves that came up almost to my shoulders. Then came the black collar wrapped around my throat and buckled behind.

I'd never worn Number Seven gag. I was amazed there were seven different kinds of gag in the cabinet! It was sort of a black leather mask, only for the lower part of my face. It was flat and covered me from chin to just below my nose, and up along my cheeks, thinning towards the sides where it wrapped around my head.

It also had a fat round ball attached to the inside which went into my mouth. It wasn't as fat as some of the others he'd used, the ones that wouldn't let my jaw closed. But it was pretty fat, though the material was more malleable. It let me close my mouth, anyway.

Finally, I positioned myself before the door, spreading my knees wide, and drawing the blindfold up against my eyes. It too was black leather, and it was essentially a lone ranger style mask, but without any eye holes.

I buckled it and slipped it down over my head, having already drawn my hair back tightly behind me as on previous occasions. Then I draw my hands up behind my neck and waited.

I know you'll find it astonishing that I would just obey what he said like that. I mean, there hadn't even been a please and thank you! And yet here I was kneeling with my legs spread, naked, dressed as a man had ordered me to be dressed!