(For the record, Mark and Amy are completely fictitious people.)
He felt really clean, having spent the better part of a couple of hours preening for the party with the woman he found so infatuating. He reflected on the fresh haircut, leaving just a coating of stubble, trimming his eyebrows, plucking his nose hairs, shaving his underarms and chest. He smiled as he thought about how his penis and testicles looked so smooth and hairless . . . as well as his bottom. While he doubted that his new friend would get the benefit of seeing these, he somehow felt compelled to be prepared. Funny how he had imagined her controlling him sexually and in other ways, when he had no reason to think that she did that sort of thing, particularly to a married man, but then he had known that compulsion as long as he could remember, a sort of intimidation before women, the prettier, more confident and more buxom, the more submissive he felt. As he pulled up to her house, he realized how much he still craved Female Authority in every area of his life, marriage and all.
He double checked the address since there seemed to be no one else around. He was on-time, and figured maybe others were being fashionably late. For some reason, his heart pounded when he rang the doorbell. He heard heels clicking across a wood floor, the door unlock and then open. He caught his breath briefly as her beauty caught him off guard. Her long dark hair outlined her pretty features, enhanced with just the right amount of makeup. His eyes were drawn immediately to hers, then her smile and, to his blushing embarrassment, her large breasts, partially visible in her sleek black dress. Embarrassed, he quickly returned his gaze to her eyes, but not before scanning the rest of her down to her Espadrilles, noticing that her smile had widened and her eyes more knowing.
?Catch you looking, did I, Mark?? she proffered. Blushing more deeply, he replied, ?Um, yes, Amy, I apologize, keeping his gaze locked on her eyes while her thin, knowing smile sported just a tad of a pout.
?Won?t you come in? Welcome to my home, Mark.?
?I hope I?m not too early.?
?Oh, not at all. I?m sure the rest will all arrive in time. Would you like something to drink? A glass of wine perhaps?? Amy asked as she took a seat on her leather loveseat.
?That would be lovely,? he replied.
She leaned back and directed him, ?Please bring me a glass of the Malbec, Mark. The wine and the glasses are in the kitchen.?
?Oh sure, Amy, my pleasure,? he replied, thinking her response a bit odd after asking him if he wanted something to drink.
He found the wine, corkscrew and glasses in the kitchen as she had indicated. Opening the bottle, he opened it and poured two glasses. ?Here we are, my lady,? Mark offered as he extended her a glass. ?I took the liberty of pouring myself a glass as well.?
?Yes, I see you did take that liberty,? was all she said with the hint of a playful smile. ?Duly noted?, she said, smiling brightly.
?Would you like to sit next to me, Mark??
He smiled and started toward the loveseat. ?Be a sweetheart, marky, and get the cheeseplate out of the fridge and then come and sit next to me. Here, let me hold your wine for you. Hurry back!?
Still wondering where everyone was, he replied, ?Ok, be right back!?
He had no trouble finding the cheese plate, but all he could think about was sitting close to her and hoping maybe she might brush up against him.
She patted the seat next to her as he put the cheese plate on the coffee table. ?So, how was your day? Productive? I?m really glad you were able to come tonight. I told you to come at 7, right??
?Actually, I thought you told me 6 PM.?
?Oh, well, I guess we might have some time to kill. Do you like the wine? Maybe we can just have a little and then I?ll show you the house.?
After a bit of small talk, a bite of cheese and some of the wine, Amy said, ?Come on. I?ll show you the rest of the house while we wait for the others to arrive. He followed her down the hall and into a den which she obviously used as a home office. ?This is where I spend my days when I?m not traveling or out seeing clients.? He knew she was an independent marketing consultant. ?It?s kind of boring. Let me show you the upstairs. I?ve got three bedrooms . . . mine, a furnished spare and another that I still need finish furnishing.?
He noticed how tastefully the two furnished bedrooms were furnished, particularly hers. He took particular notice of her high, four-poster, queen-size bed. He couldn?t help imagining being there with her.
?This is really nice. You?ve done a lovely job decorating, I think,? he said.
?Why thank you, darling!? she replied. He was surprised, but found he really liked her calling him ?darling?. ?Let me show you the basement. It?s finished, and that?s where the big screen TV is,? she called back to him as she led him down the hallway to the stairs leading back down into the living room. She opened a door off of the kitchen, which he had already seen. She flicked on a light and followed her down.
?So, what do you think? The house isn?t large, but its mine and it works for me.?
?I think it?s great,? he offered as he watched her turn, face him, shift her weight to one hip and cross her arms under her full breasts. He couldn?t help wondering if they were ?supported? or just really that full. She seemed to eye him up and down. She walked slowly over into his personal space. Dropping her right arm, she brushed his left arm as she raised her hand to his shoulder.
?So, you like?? she asked humbly.
?Yes, I really do.?
She slid her hand down onto his chest, extending her index finger and finding the first button on his oxford blue shirt. She let out a half sigh, half giggle without opening her mouth. ?Want to see something else about my house that most people don?t see??
?Absolutely,? he replied, not quite knowing her intent.
?Be a darling, and use that chair over there and remove those two ceiling panels.? She pointed to the metal folding chair and two of the panels in the drop ceiling. As he stepped up on the chair, she commented, ?I don?t want you to fall,? and placed her hands gently on his hips. He felt an instantaneous rise in blood pressure in his groin. ?Just slide the panels to the side.?
He followed her instructions and two chains with leather cuffs, suspended from an I-beam, dropped down. She slid her hands down his hips onto his thighs and then down to her sides. He stepped down off of the chair, feeling self-conscious about the accoutrements, not to mention his erection. She slid the chair aside. ?Well, now that I?ve shown you something special and secret, will you show me something?? There was a pregnant pause. He felt awkward. ?Don?t worry. I?m not asking for anything hard,? she winked. Did she mean that as a pun? He wondered? ?I?m curious about your chest,? she continued, ?I?m guessing you are well put-together and work out kinda regular? Hmmm?? She stepped closer again and ran that same index finger down his chest and across his abs.
?Will you take off your shirt for me, Mark?? He laughed self-consciously.
?Why not, Amy,? he said as he began unbuttoning his shirt. She had stepped back to get some perspective. He stopped after unbuttoning the front buttons. She smiled brightly and made a ?continue on? motion with that same right index finger. She must be right-handed, he absently thought. He removed his shirt entirely and let the collar hang on the finger of his right hand with his elbow bent.
?So do you approve of my chest?? he queried?
She simply made a ?hmmmmhmmmm? kind of sound, still smiling, but lips closed as she purposefully stepped over and took his shirt and traced a circle around him drinking him in with her eyes. ?What to try the cuffs on??
?Sure, why not,? he shrugged. Amy came close, took his right hand, reached up and began to buckle it inside the imitation-fur lined leather cuff. Her breasts brushed against him. There was no denying it, he had a pretty strong erection now. He hoped she would not notice and be disgusted, but then maybe she would like that he was aroused and maybe she would enjoy his embarrassment. What the heck kind of thoughts was he having? What the heck was happening? By now both of his hands were secured.
?Hmmm. Now that is a picture. Be right back.? She spun and quickly strode away while laughing softly.
When she returned, she had her hands behind her back. This caused the posture of her breasts to be more distinct. He felt his erection pulse. She looked at his crotch. ?Is that a roll of quarters or are you just happy to see me?? she giggled, as she walked around behind him. He felt her hands on the top of his head and then something sliding down as his eyesight was cut off. He felt her breasts brush against his back through the thin material of her black dress.
?Oh you look so yummy, Mark!?
He smiled weakly, not knowing what to say. The doorbell rang.
