It had been a long week for Simon. He was the lead website designer for Caux/Lollinger, one of the largest commercial real estate firms in the country. He had worked there for six years. When he started they had their fingers in too many pots: restaurants, business parks, hotels, and shopping centers. The varied industries caused a host of problems and lost revenue, so four years ago, they decided to streamline and focus on hotels. They used the Internet as their primary marketing tool, which made Simon’s job much more exciting but also intense. Each hotel had its own site with a web cam and a unique feature that allowed customers to print coupons from various restaurants or entertainment venues in the area that they could have validated when they checked in. As a kind of finder’s fee, Caux/Lollinger earned 3% of the total for each coupon their patrons redeemed.
“Check out Wonder Woman. Jesus, what a body!”
Simon just smiled.
After the presentation he found Alicia in her booth and told her how much he’d enjoyed her talk.
“Thanks,” she said. Her smile was lovely and effortless. “I’m glad you enjoyed it. I’m really not good at that kind of thing. I’m more of a nuts and bolts kind of gal.”
“You don’t look like a nuts and bolts kind of gal.”
“I know. Most people think I work in a salon or a clothing store. It’s so weird to me. I’ve always been a geek.”
“At your presentation, the guy beside me thought you looked like Wonder Woman.”
“I get that a lot too. When I was a kid, I used to pretend to be Wonder Woman all the time. It was easy to ride in an invisible plane since all you needed was air and imagination.”
“That’s funny. I wanted to be Indiana Jones.” Simon made a motion like he was cracking a whip.
“I was so in love with him. I thought he and Wonder Woman would make a good couple.”
“Okay then, I’ll go get my whip, you get your plane and we’ll fly away together.”
Alicia looked startled, but then she smiled seductively. “Sounds good to me.”
“Seriously, would you like to go have a drink?” Simon asked, holding his breath waiting for her response.
“I would love to have a drink. I need finish up here, though, it’ll take me about 30 minutes. Do you mind waiting?”
“Not at all, I’ll come back around seven.” Simon said.
That was the first time they had ever been to the Birchmere. The bar was beautiful and cozy. They sat by the fireplace and drank Irish coffees soaking up the warmth of the flame and their obvious connection. After they had been there about an hour, Alicia said she had to go.
“I’ve got an obscenely early flight tomorrow,” she said.
They exchanged business cards and parted company.
When Simon got back to Washington, visions of Alicia tortured him. He went to Video Zone and rented a DVD of the Wonder Woman series. He turned the goofy dialogue off and focused on Linda Carter’s exquisite body. He imagined his hands tucked beneath her superhero halter. He fantasized about her sucking his cock. He imagined Alicia sucking his cock. Wonder Woman was in a fight and reached for her lasso to nab the criminals. She looked like a beautiful Amazon. Simon started jerking off looking at her bouncing tits. When she bent over the bad guys to tie a knot in her lasso, Simon thought her breasts were going to tumble out. He was about to come. Linda Carter faced the camera, adjusted her tiara and licked her lips. Simon came with an explosive force but it was the image of Alicia in her black dress that opened the cum gate.
The next day at work, Simon got an email from Alicia with a Photoshop attachment.
It was Wonder Woman, looking tall and sexy and revealing, but Alicia had manipulated the photo and put her head on Linda Carter’s shoulders. She looked helpless because her hands and feet were cuffed to the wall. Indiana Jones was standing beside her with his whip. Simon’s manager came in, so he quickly closed the attachment and put a folder in his lap. He could feel his cock swelling in his Kleins. He prayed he wouldn’t have to get up out of his chair. Thankfully, his manager just told him about an impromptu meeting and left. Simon got up and closed his office door and went back to his computer.
The image was startlingly and sexy. Alicia had made a vague reference to being into
S & M, but she hadn’t elaborated, and Simon had not inquired. He had wondered about it especially last night watching the DVD. The email itself was brief. It had a link and an invitation to meet again sometime at the Birchmere. At the bottom, she put her home phone number. Simon opened the link to gracefulthorns.com. It was an information site on BDSM. There were a lot of spiritual references alluding to the sweet and elevated dimension that could be reached through bondage, whipping, and other BDSM practices. Simon had only had one experience with S & M and that was at an underground frat party in college. It was not serious; nobody knew what to do. Everybody was drunk and throwing M&Ms at each other, but all the candy pieces read S&M instead of M&M. One of the guys had special ordered them. Simon had been intrigued, but he’d never been with a woman who would experiment. Getting this email from Alicia was like winning the power ball lottery. He emailed her immediately.
“I liked your photo! How about this weekend?”
That email exchange started their rich journey into a world that was deeper and higher at the same time. Over the last eight months, they’d met at least a dozen times. They had dubbed their times together ‘the magic carpet.’ No set schedule was used, but for both of them, the need seemed to be precipitated by stress and the desire to simply escape into another world. They always stayed at The Birch and they were lucky enough to get the same room each time. Now room 216 was considered “their room” and Mr. Rollins, the manager booked other rooms around it, making it available in case they called. This made the repairs much easier. Simon tried not to spackle too much in the same places, and Alicia had been able to find out the name of the paint they needed to buy, Blue Moon. They had both thought that was appropriate. Simon kept the paint, the spackling compound, a brush, and a trowel in his trunk in what looked like a large brown leather shaving kit. Alicia brought the “toys.”
He pulled into the Birchmere and parked beside Alicia’s white Lexus. He was glad to see she was already here. Mr. Rollins waved at Simon and told him Alicia was upstairs.
“Here’s an extra key for you in case you need it.”
Simon thanked him and headed up to “their” room.
When he walked in, Alicia was sitting by the window in a black slip. She wasn’t wearing any shoes. The toys: the whip, the flogger, the vibrator, the dildo, the cane, the gag, the butt plug were scattered on the bed. The handcuffs and the blindfold were on the table by Alicia’s wine glass. Simon walked toward her and closed the blinds. Neither spoke. He bent down and kissed her deeply on the mouth. He did not touch her body. He picked up the blindfold and tied it tightly around her head. Alicia’s pale skin was the color of the moon against her black slip. With her black hair falling behind her lustrous shoulders, Simon thought she looked like a vision in the night. She was the perfect embodiment of feminine power, deep, dark, mysterious, soft, and strong. He pulled Alicia up to a standing position, pulled her hands behind her back and handcuffed her. Her skin felt like velvet to his touch and he traced the cusp of her arms with his hands and then his tongue. He felt forced to speak.
“You’re breathtaking.”
He guided her to the edge of the bed and sat her down. There was a good space on the wall that he didn’t think they had used before; he rummaged through the shaving pouch for the four large screw eyes they used. He used to have Alicia stand up to the wall like she was posing for DaVinci’s Proportions of the Human Figure, but by now he knew her body as well as he knew his own. While she was remained handcuffed and blindfolded on the bed, Simon screwed the four eyebolts into the wall. It only took a few minutes, they had both become comfortable with the menial tasks required to make their journeys possible. He picked up the flogger and tickled Alicia’s inner thighs with the leather strands. She moaned lightly. He lifted the bottom of her slip with the cane.
“Spread your legs – I want to see more of your beautiful undamaged flesh, I want to think about how long you’ve been waiting for me to mark you, to own you, wider now, oh, that’s good.”
He raised her slip up completely until her pussy was showing.
“You are such a temptress. You shaved just for me like I told you to, but I see you missed a spot.”
Simon got up from the bed and went to the bathroom and came back with a razor, soap, and a cup of warm water. He took the handcuffs off Alicia and told her to lie back on the bed. The butt plug and the vibrator stuck in her back but she would not have dared complain. Simon poured warm water on her pussy and it dribbled down around her clit, He lathered up her pussy and shaved off what little hair there was.
“Go to your place now,” he said. “You know what to do.”
Alica faced the wall and spread her legs and arms. Simon put the velvet cuffs on her and hooked the rings to eye bolts. He reached for gag.
“Make an O with your mouth. I don’t think you really need this, but just in case,” he said and inserted the leather ring gag in her mouth. It would be useful later when he put his cock in her mouth. He caressed her beautiful voluptuous ass. In the dim light, it was a mound of creamy sweetness, the color of a White Russian drink. If ever there had been a woman made for fucking, it was the woman he had right now. His cock ached for her, any part of her. But that would have to wait. That was not how things were between them. Simon put the vibrator between Alicia’s legs and turned it on. Her pussy was already oozing and her clit was swollen.
“I need some cunt juice. We’re going to need a little for your ass.
Simon took the butt plug and fucked her pussy with it.
“That’s right,” he said. “Get it good and wet.”
He spread her cheeks apart and thrust the butt plug into her ass.
“Did I hear you make a sound? I think I did. I’m afraid that means we skip right from the flogger to the cane.” said Simon.
He picked up the cane and stuck her hard several times on the ass. Red welts immediately rose up on her pale ass cheeks. Simon continued to cane her, pausing after several strikes to lovingly kiss and massage her ass. He pushed the butt plug in harder like he was fucking her in the ass while he beat her. This seemed to intensely arouse Alicia. Simon felt between her legs and her pussy was like a river a thick cunt juice.
“You are the wildest woman. You are the touchstone of wild. You are a sexual beast. But right now you belong to me. You are my slave.”
Simon’s cock was about to burst. He was going to have to cut this session short. They would finish it later. Right now he just had one thing in mind and that was fucking this sexual creature in as many ways as he could and with all the fury he felt. He could feel transcendence. He was on the magic carpet. He was not himself, but he was also more himself than he had ever been. He rubbed his cock on her pussy. She was so wet. He rammed her like an animal and fucked her hard and deep. He reached around and pinched her nipples tightly, first one, then the other and then back again. When he got close to orgasm he used one hand to fuck her with the butt plug and continued to torment her nipples. She came first. After she did, Simon exploded into her. His cock was like a hose spewing cum into her pussy. They floated together in this indescribable place of wonder and mystery they had created for themselves. Then Simon released her, took the leather gag out of her mouth, picked her up in his arms and laid her gently on her stomach on the bed. Once again he reached into his kit; he got a tube of Aloe Vera and daubed the ointment on the welts of her ass, stroking her beautiful body and telling her she was his Goddess. Then he turned her over and cradled her in his arms. They fell asleep together. When they woke, it was almost nine o’clock.
“Hello Darling,” said Alicia. “My Indiana Jones.”
“Well, there is no doubt, you are my Wonder Woman. Actually, I think you really are Wonder Woman. Are you sure one of your toys isn’t a magic lasso?”
“I don’t think so, but if anybody would know, it would be you.”
“I’m starving,” said Simon.
“Yes, you definitely worked up an appetite. You were quite the frenzied boy tonight.”
“You were such a vision. I had trouble controlling myself,” he said.
“Wanna get dressed and walk down to the harbor?” Alicia asked.
“Yeah. I would kill for a tenderloin from Satchmo’s.”
“That sounds good. I’d like a drink too. I’m craving a White Russian,” she said.
Simon smiled and kissed her.
“Check out Wonder Woman. Jesus, what a body!”
Simon just smiled.
After the presentation he found Alicia in her booth and told her how much he’d enjoyed her talk.
“Thanks,” she said. Her smile was lovely and effortless. “I’m glad you enjoyed it. I’m really not good at that kind of thing. I’m more of a nuts and bolts kind of gal.”
“You don’t look like a nuts and bolts kind of gal.”
“I know. Most people think I work in a salon or a clothing store. It’s so weird to me. I’ve always been a geek.”
“At your presentation, the guy beside me thought you looked like Wonder Woman.”
“I get that a lot too. When I was a kid, I used to pretend to be Wonder Woman all the time. It was easy to ride in an invisible plane since all you needed was air and imagination.”
“That’s funny. I wanted to be Indiana Jones.” Simon made a motion like he was cracking a whip.
“I was so in love with him. I thought he and Wonder Woman would make a good couple.”
“Okay then, I’ll go get my whip, you get your plane and we’ll fly away together.”
Alicia looked startled, but then she smiled seductively. “Sounds good to me.”
“Seriously, would you like to go have a drink?” Simon asked, holding his breath waiting for her response.
“I would love to have a drink. I need finish up here, though, it’ll take me about 30 minutes. Do you mind waiting?”
“Not at all, I’ll come back around seven.” Simon said.
That was the first time they had ever been to the Birchmere. The bar was beautiful and cozy. They sat by the fireplace and drank Irish coffees soaking up the warmth of the flame and their obvious connection. After they had been there about an hour, Alicia said she had to go.
“I’ve got an obscenely early flight tomorrow,” she said.
They exchanged business cards and parted company.
When Simon got back to Washington, visions of Alicia tortured him. He went to Video Zone and rented a DVD of the Wonder Woman series. He turned the goofy dialogue off and focused on Linda Carter’s exquisite body. He imagined his hands tucked beneath her superhero halter. He fantasized about her sucking his cock. He imagined Alicia sucking his cock. Wonder Woman was in a fight and reached for her lasso to nab the criminals. She looked like a beautiful Amazon. Simon started jerking off looking at her bouncing tits. When she bent over the bad guys to tie a knot in her lasso, Simon thought her breasts were going to tumble out. He was about to come. Linda Carter faced the camera, adjusted her tiara and licked her lips. Simon came with an explosive force but it was the image of Alicia in her black dress that opened the cum gate.
The next day at work, Simon got an email from Alicia with a Photoshop attachment.
It was Wonder Woman, looking tall and sexy and revealing, but Alicia had manipulated the photo and put her head on Linda Carter’s shoulders. She looked helpless because her hands and feet were cuffed to the wall. Indiana Jones was standing beside her with his whip. Simon’s manager came in, so he quickly closed the attachment and put a folder in his lap. He could feel his cock swelling in his Kleins. He prayed he wouldn’t have to get up out of his chair. Thankfully, his manager just told him about an impromptu meeting and left. Simon got up and closed his office door and went back to his computer.
The image was startlingly and sexy. Alicia had made a vague reference to being into
S & M, but she hadn’t elaborated, and Simon had not inquired. He had wondered about it especially last night watching the DVD. The email itself was brief. It had a link and an invitation to meet again sometime at the Birchmere. At the bottom, she put her home phone number. Simon opened the link to gracefulthorns.com. It was an information site on BDSM. There were a lot of spiritual references alluding to the sweet and elevated dimension that could be reached through bondage, whipping, and other BDSM practices. Simon had only had one experience with S & M and that was at an underground frat party in college. It was not serious; nobody knew what to do. Everybody was drunk and throwing M&Ms at each other, but all the candy pieces read S&M instead of M&M. One of the guys had special ordered them. Simon had been intrigued, but he’d never been with a woman who would experiment. Getting this email from Alicia was like winning the power ball lottery. He emailed her immediately.
“I liked your photo! How about this weekend?”
That email exchange started their rich journey into a world that was deeper and higher at the same time. Over the last eight months, they’d met at least a dozen times. They had dubbed their times together ‘the magic carpet.’ No set schedule was used, but for both of them, the need seemed to be precipitated by stress and the desire to simply escape into another world. They always stayed at The Birch and they were lucky enough to get the same room each time. Now room 216 was considered “their room” and Mr. Rollins, the manager booked other rooms around it, making it available in case they called. This made the repairs much easier. Simon tried not to spackle too much in the same places, and Alicia had been able to find out the name of the paint they needed to buy, Blue Moon. They had both thought that was appropriate. Simon kept the paint, the spackling compound, a brush, and a trowel in his trunk in what looked like a large brown leather shaving kit. Alicia brought the “toys.”
He pulled into the Birchmere and parked beside Alicia’s white Lexus. He was glad to see she was already here. Mr. Rollins waved at Simon and told him Alicia was upstairs.
“Here’s an extra key for you in case you need it.”
Simon thanked him and headed up to “their” room.
When he walked in, Alicia was sitting by the window in a black slip. She wasn’t wearing any shoes. The toys: the whip, the flogger, the vibrator, the dildo, the cane, the gag, the butt plug were scattered on the bed. The handcuffs and the blindfold were on the table by Alicia’s wine glass. Simon walked toward her and closed the blinds. Neither spoke. He bent down and kissed her deeply on the mouth. He did not touch her body. He picked up the blindfold and tied it tightly around her head. Alicia’s pale skin was the color of the moon against her black slip. With her black hair falling behind her lustrous shoulders, Simon thought she looked like a vision in the night. She was the perfect embodiment of feminine power, deep, dark, mysterious, soft, and strong. He pulled Alicia up to a standing position, pulled her hands behind her back and handcuffed her. Her skin felt like velvet to his touch and he traced the cusp of her arms with his hands and then his tongue. He felt forced to speak.
“You’re breathtaking.”
He guided her to the edge of the bed and sat her down. There was a good space on the wall that he didn’t think they had used before; he rummaged through the shaving pouch for the four large screw eyes they used. He used to have Alicia stand up to the wall like she was posing for DaVinci’s Proportions of the Human Figure, but by now he knew her body as well as he knew his own. While she was remained handcuffed and blindfolded on the bed, Simon screwed the four eyebolts into the wall. It only took a few minutes, they had both become comfortable with the menial tasks required to make their journeys possible. He picked up the flogger and tickled Alicia’s inner thighs with the leather strands. She moaned lightly. He lifted the bottom of her slip with the cane.
“Spread your legs – I want to see more of your beautiful undamaged flesh, I want to think about how long you’ve been waiting for me to mark you, to own you, wider now, oh, that’s good.”
He raised her slip up completely until her pussy was showing.
“You are such a temptress. You shaved just for me like I told you to, but I see you missed a spot.”
Simon got up from the bed and went to the bathroom and came back with a razor, soap, and a cup of warm water. He took the handcuffs off Alicia and told her to lie back on the bed. The butt plug and the vibrator stuck in her back but she would not have dared complain. Simon poured warm water on her pussy and it dribbled down around her clit, He lathered up her pussy and shaved off what little hair there was.
“Go to your place now,” he said. “You know what to do.”
Alica faced the wall and spread her legs and arms. Simon put the velvet cuffs on her and hooked the rings to eye bolts. He reached for gag.
“Make an O with your mouth. I don’t think you really need this, but just in case,” he said and inserted the leather ring gag in her mouth. It would be useful later when he put his cock in her mouth. He caressed her beautiful voluptuous ass. In the dim light, it was a mound of creamy sweetness, the color of a White Russian drink. If ever there had been a woman made for fucking, it was the woman he had right now. His cock ached for her, any part of her. But that would have to wait. That was not how things were between them. Simon put the vibrator between Alicia’s legs and turned it on. Her pussy was already oozing and her clit was swollen.
“I need some cunt juice. We’re going to need a little for your ass.
Simon took the butt plug and fucked her pussy with it.
“That’s right,” he said. “Get it good and wet.”
He spread her cheeks apart and thrust the butt plug into her ass.
“Did I hear you make a sound? I think I did. I’m afraid that means we skip right from the flogger to the cane.” said Simon.
He picked up the cane and stuck her hard several times on the ass. Red welts immediately rose up on her pale ass cheeks. Simon continued to cane her, pausing after several strikes to lovingly kiss and massage her ass. He pushed the butt plug in harder like he was fucking her in the ass while he beat her. This seemed to intensely arouse Alicia. Simon felt between her legs and her pussy was like a river a thick cunt juice.
“You are the wildest woman. You are the touchstone of wild. You are a sexual beast. But right now you belong to me. You are my slave.”
Simon’s cock was about to burst. He was going to have to cut this session short. They would finish it later. Right now he just had one thing in mind and that was fucking this sexual creature in as many ways as he could and with all the fury he felt. He could feel transcendence. He was on the magic carpet. He was not himself, but he was also more himself than he had ever been. He rubbed his cock on her pussy. She was so wet. He rammed her like an animal and fucked her hard and deep. He reached around and pinched her nipples tightly, first one, then the other and then back again. When he got close to orgasm he used one hand to fuck her with the butt plug and continued to torment her nipples. She came first. After she did, Simon exploded into her. His cock was like a hose spewing cum into her pussy. They floated together in this indescribable place of wonder and mystery they had created for themselves. Then Simon released her, took the leather gag out of her mouth, picked her up in his arms and laid her gently on her stomach on the bed. Once again he reached into his kit; he got a tube of Aloe Vera and daubed the ointment on the welts of her ass, stroking her beautiful body and telling her she was his Goddess. Then he turned her over and cradled her in his arms. They fell asleep together. When they woke, it was almost nine o’clock.
“Hello Darling,” said Alicia. “My Indiana Jones.”
“Well, there is no doubt, you are my Wonder Woman. Actually, I think you really are Wonder Woman. Are you sure one of your toys isn’t a magic lasso?”
“I don’t think so, but if anybody would know, it would be you.”
“I’m starving,” said Simon.
“Yes, you definitely worked up an appetite. You were quite the frenzied boy tonight.”
“You were such a vision. I had trouble controlling myself,” he said.
“Wanna get dressed and walk down to the harbor?” Alicia asked.
“Yeah. I would kill for a tenderloin from Satchmo’s.”
“That sounds good. I’d like a drink too. I’m craving a White Russian,” she said.
Simon smiled and kissed her.
