Unexpected circumstances.

I don’t really know why I did it. I still don’t. Boredom I guess. I hadn’t used the Hotmail account I’d set up years earlier for as long as I could remember. Fully expecting it to have been closed, I navigated to the website and typed in my username and what I thought was the password I’d selected at the time of creating the account. To my surprise, the account hadn’t been closed, just suspended due to inactivity. As I watched the list of e-mails populate on the screen, all four hundred and seventy nine of them, I sighed, and again wondered just why I was digging up the past, a past I thought I’d long ago put to sleep.

A brief scan of the titles revealed advertisements for Cialis, Viagra, fake Rolex watches and I sighed again then consigned the multitude of spam to the trash folder. I was about to close the page until I saw the e-mail from him. My eyes widened like saucers and I swear my heart skipped a beat, perhaps more. I was face to face with the reality of my past that for some reason known only in my subconscious I had decided to revisit. Nervously I guided the mouse pointer over the message and hovered it there for what seemed an eternity before I finally clicked on it and opened the message.

Greetings Monica,

I know you haven’t used this account in a long time. So if you actually read this message, please do me the courtesy of replying to it.. I’m sure you’ve moved on with your life, found yourself a nice man married and started a family. I was thinking about you tonight, about the times we shared, good and bad, and just thought I’d drop you a line to say hello.

Sir.

PS: I have a new cell phone number, 0464 355422. As always, feel free to call me day or night about anything at all.

I couldn’t believe my eyes and simply stared at the screen trying to digest what I’d just read. The memories came flooding back to me like it was yesterday when I’d last seen him. Unconsciously my hand went to the hem of my skirt, flipped it up, then slipped between my legs. The caress of my fingernails over the smooth flesh above the tops of my stockings made me shiver. My upper teeth trapped my lower lip and I somehow stifled a moan as those fingers found my crotch, devoid of underwear, and nearly devoid of hair save for the narrow neatly trimmed strip an inch wide directly above my cunt.

I remember wondering why I was without panties and checked the date at the bottom of the computer. September 23. An odd numbered day in the month. A panty free day, just as it had been two days earlier, and two days before that. Then it hit me, six years earlier, he had instructed me that I wasn’t to wear panties on the odd numbered days of the month and that I still follow that instruction now. It also hit me that the landing strip decorating my mons was his idea as well. I’d never bothered or, for that matter, even thought to present myself in any other manner since his declaration.

I parted my legs and slid my fingers down over the soft tuft of brunette hair until my fingertips trailed along my labia. Shock again hit me, when I discovered my own dampness. Again I had to bite my lip to stifle a moan, then I suddenly plunged a finger into my cunt, just as I’d done so many times so many years before when an e-mail he’d sent me during the day had ordered me to masturbate at my desk. For some reason I wasn’t surprised when my digit was trapped inside my warm wet tunnel. I knew it was because of the e-mail, because of the fires rekindled by seeing it. I slipped another finger in and started to fuck myself with both digits, just as I’d done for him years earlier. I started to lose myself in my memories of him, of how he’d been both a perfect gentleman when we were together in public, yet had also been a skilled rope master and sensual sadist in private.

During my delirium of that masterful man, old enough to be my father, the intercom on my desk buzzed. “Monica, could you come in here please. I have a report that needs typing up by the end of the day.” It was Mr. Henderson, my boss, and he was daring to interrupt both my fantasies and my masturbation! “Err, yes sir. Right away.” I replied then checked my appearance in the mirror of my compact, smoothed down my skirt, and headed into the boss’ office. Needless to say, it took all my will power and powers of concentration to type up the report Mr. Henderson wanted done, particularly with my mind elsewhere.

I managed to remain virtuous, with a lot of difficulty for the remaining forty five minutes of the work day after finishing the report. When I left the office, I was tempted to leave my car in the car park and head home as a commuter on public transport. I knew some male would give up their seat to me, they always did whenever I travelled that way. My better judgement grabbed hold of me and shook me back into reality and reminded me that I had a family to head home to, that I wasn’t nineteen, unattached and able to flirt with every male in sight any more.  With a heavy sigh, I climbed into my car and gunned it into life then headed home through the late afternoon traffic.

When I got home it was just after six and my husband’s car wasn’t in the driveway. I raised an eyebrow for a moment but didn’t give it a second thought and headed up the porch towards the front door. After entering the house I dropped my purse on the hallway table as I did every night, then headed into the kitchen. After getting myself a glass of juice from the fridge I sat down at the table and allowed myself a few moments of private time while I sipped the juice. It was during that time when I saw the note on the table.

“Taken the boys camping honey. Be home around 4 Monday afternoon.

Love, Andy.

I sat in the chair stunned. I’d completely forgotten that my husband was taking the twins away for the weekend camping. Normally when Andrew takes the boys camping I arrange to do something with my girlfriends. This time however, having completely forgotten about their male bonding trip, I hadn’t made any plans. Then it hit me! I was alone, not expected to meet anyone or be anywhere for the next three days. I’d received an unexpected e-mail earlier in the afternoon which had brought back memories of another man, and also led to me masturbating in the office as I had done for him years before. This, I smirked to myself, was going to be a perfect weekend!

I raced upstairs to our bedroom and yanked the doors of the walk in closet open then frantically started searching through the stack of boxes up on the top shelf.  A brilliant smile filled my face as I finally found the box I was looking for and hauled it down off the shelf. I sat on the floor of the walk in closet and pulled the contents out slowly. I opened the long thin box first and then drew back the tissue paper and gasped as I remembered the night he’d given me the black opera length gloves I now stared at. I then opened another box, flat about a foot square and grinned when I saw the black spandex hood inside it while my hand once again found its way under my skirt and between my thighs.

I sifted through the remains of the contents of the box, setting aside the ball gag he’d given me which also brought back a special reminder of him just as I once again slide my fingers into my still wet pussy. Finally I opened the folder at the bottom of the box and grinned as I started reading the printed out e-mails from my pre marital days. I was about half way through the fourth print out when my curiosity got the better of me and I looked into the box once again. A grin crossed my face this time as I spied the butt plug. I remembered confessing to him how I fantasised about having something in my ass while I was being fucked. The butt plug was the result of that confession, given to me at our next meeting.

I took the plug from the box and slowly ran my fingers up and down its flared length then lowered it and pushed it inside my sopping cunt. After fucking myself with the plug for about a minute, I pushed up onto my knees and spread my legs, then leaned forward until my face was on the carpet. I reached between my legs and placed the glistening tip of the butt plug against my tight ass then slowly twisted and pushed on the end of it until it forced its way past my sphincter and sealed itself deep in my rectum.

At that moment in time, I was quite relieved I was home alone because I’m sure that even from upstairs in my walk in closet, Andrew and the boys would have been able to hear the groan I let out from anywhere in the house. I hadn’t had anything in my ass since the night Sir had fucked me there and having the plug in there now was making me hornier than I’d been ever since reading his e-mail earlier in the afternoon.

I gathered the gloves, ball gag and hood from the floor of the walk in closet and ran to the bed, then ripped open the top drawer of my bedside table. Right where they had lain for the last six months were the handcuffs Andrew occasionally used on me. Alongside them was one of my dildos. I snatched them from the drawer and hurriedly jammed the dildo into my dripping slit. I drew the gloves hurriedly up my arms then just as quickly pulled the hood over my head so that only my painted lips were visible through the mouth hole.

The ball gag was next. I buckled it tightly into my mouth, stretching my jaw open as far as I could and trapping the firm red rubber sphere behind my teeth, just as sir had done the night he gave me the silencer. Now gagged, hooded and filled with a dildo and butt plug, I threw myself onto my back on the bed and snapped the handcuffs around my wrists. I closed my eyes and started thinking back to the wonderful nights in bondage I’d spent with Sir then clutched the end of the dildo and rammed it as hard, fast and deep into my gooey gash as I could.

Shamelessly I raped myself with that fake cock until I screamed with orgasmic ecstasy, fantasising about Sir fucking me in bondage over and over again. Finally after an hour of abusing my pussy with the dildo, and four knee trembling orgasms, I collapsed on the bed, my bosom heaving, my head swimming with thoughts of him and with a contented gagged smile on my face. I ran my gloved fingers slowly up and down the front of my stockinged thighs as I clenched them together. I moaned deeply behind the gag at the thought of my cunt and ass still being filled with the intruders that had just delivered the best fucking I’d had in a long time.

How long I lay on the bed savouring the wondrous multiple orgasms I’d just experienced I don’t know. All I knew was, I didn’t want the feeling to end. I groaned as I finally lifted my hands above and behind my head, then loosened the buckle on the straps of the gag that had served so well to stifle my screams of carnal pleasure. I spat the gag out and let it fall to the hollow of my throat then pulled the hood from my face and moves to look at myself in the mirror.

I looked a mess. A radiant just fucked mess! My skirt was hiked up around my hips, my inner thighs above the tops of my stockings were slick with my girl cum and I could see the end of the dildo protruding from my recently fucked cunt. Yes, I was a mess. A just fucked wanton bondage slut mess. And I loved it! I walked back to my side of the bed and opened the bedside drawers then reached inside and withdrew a short legged black panty girdle, another gift from Sir that I’d long since stopped wearing, but which somehow seemed appropriate right now.

I stepped into it and began to draw it up my legs, then stopped and shook my head. “Naughty, naughty Monica. You know what Sir would make you do right now.” I chastised myself, then reached up and repositioned the ball gag in my mouth and buckled the straps securely. Regagged, I bent forward and somehow smiled around the red sphere clutched between my teeth, then clasped the panty girdle and drew it up my legs, making sure it nestled snugly into my crotch and held the dildo and butt plug firmly in place.

I began to think about what my colleagues, friends, the neighbours and, more importantly, my husband would say if they saw me in my current state and a deep flush of shameful redness filled my cheeks. But, for some reason, as ashamed of what I thought my husband, friends and coworkers would think about me, another part of me was proud that I’d remembered Sir and his teachings and that I was now presented as HE would want me.

I walked on unsteady legs to the den and sat down behind the desk where we keep our family computer. I felt the plug and dildo move inside my cunt and ass as I eased into the chair and groaned behind the ball filling my mouth. Tentatively I reached our with my gloved cuffed hands and fired up the computer, then directed it to the e-mail site I’d visited earlier in the day. When my account opened, I once again moved the mouse to the message from him and opened it. I read and re-read it over and over while my satin clad fingers found their way inside my blouse and bra and began to tease my nipples. After warring back and forth inside for nearly half an hour while I teased and caressed and twisted and pinched my nipples, I finally reached behind my head and unbuckled the gag straps again and spat the ball out once more.

Guiltily, I then reached for the phone.

Unexpected Circumstances.

Chapter 2.

It seemed to take forever before I heard his voice on the line. However, before I said anything in response, guilt about my impending infidelity got the better of me and I hung up the phone the moment he answered. "Weak willed bitch!" I snapped at myself then resolved to go through with it and pressed the redial button.

When he answered the second time, I introduced myself, wondering if indeed he'd remember me. The tone of his voice confirmed that he did.  We chatted for a few minutes, exchanging pleasantries before I finally built up enough fortitude to tell him exactly why I was calling. Well, almost. I left out the part about being married and my husband having taken the twins away camping for the weekend.

To my surprise, he chuckled a few times as I related to him my slutty display in the office upon discovery of his e-mail. When I further related what I'd done once arriving home, he seemed rather interested and pleased that I'd managed to find some of the props we'd used together years earlier. For the second time in a few minutes I'd selectively omitted the presence of three other men in my life, my husband and twin sons. Finally I braved my fear of him rejecting me and gave voice to what was on my mind.

"Can I see you Sir? Tonight? Please?" I inquired hopefully, then gnawed at my bottom lip with my upper teeth and held my breath as I awaited his answer.

"Right now I'm interstate Monica.” he said, my heart sinking as I heard his words, the propspect of my weekend having a more stringent bondage component in it seemingly disappearing in that instant. “I'm about to board a plane to come home." he then stated, renewing my hope of seeing him and brightening my spirits immediately.

"What time does it get in?" I asked tentatively, hoping he was only a few hundred miles away and would be back in our city in a little over an hour.

"It's due in at ten fifteen."  Sir replied.

My heart sank and I sighed into the phone when I heard his answer then checked the clock on the computer in front of me. It was only seven forty-five. He wouldn't be back in town for another two and a half hours, and heaven only knew how much longer after that it would be before he arrived home.

I was suddenly facing the prospect of being in my supercharged state of arousal, and with my needs unmet, for the rest of the evening. I needed him and his creative talents, and I needed them tonight! “I could pick you up!” I then volunteered impetuously, my cunt once again doing the thinking rather than my brain.

"Really?." Sir asked. “Are you in that much need of a bondage fuck?” he then further inquired. His words caused my face to flush brilliant crimson and right at that moment I was glad he was so far away and couldn't see the embarrassment I was enduring as he'd hit the nail right on the head with his question.

“More than you think!” I blurted out without thinking, my hand clamping over my mouth almost immediately the words in my head were given voice and transported down the phone line.

“As you wish then.” he said in a warm friendly tone. “I'll see you at the airport when I land. I have to run, they just called boarding for my flight. Drive safely.” he then said before hanging up the phone.

I grinned like the proverbial Cheshire cat at the phone in my hand for a few moments when the call ended so abruptly, then shook my head and placed it down. I rose and quickly headed for the bedroom upstairs, the dildo and butt plug jostling inside me with each impatient step. .

Inside the bedroom, my fingers clutched the waistband of the panty girdle that held the invaders in place in my cunt and rectum and began to roll it down my hips before I caught sight of the time on the bedside clock. I stopped what I was doing and glanced towards the mirror on the dresser, then back to the clock, then back to the mirror. Mentally I calculated how long I'd need to shower and dress, then drive to the airport and arrive with time to spare.

       My mind raced with selfish thoughts of more playtime before I actually had to start doing something about going to meet Sir. “You've got time.” I grinned conspiratorially to my own reflection then moved to the side of the bed and set the alarm on the clock for eight thirty. ImpatientlyI opened the top drawer of my nightstand and rummaged through it, finally finding the keys to the cuffs still locked around my wrists. I unlocked the one around my right wrist and let it dangle then turned and walked quickly to the walk in closet again.

Two minutes later I was back at the side of the bed with two of  Andy's neckties and one of his belts in hand. I sat on the edge of the bed and bound my ankles together with one of the ties, then used the belt to secure my knees. The second tie I wound between my bound ankles a couple of times and secured it, then tied a slip knot in the other end.

I reached for the hood I'd worn earlier and pulled it over my head, plunging myself into darkness again then lifted the ballgag from the base of my throat and once more wedged it between my teeth and buckled the straps behind my head. I paused then for a moment, contemplating just how clever my idea of a self administered hogtie would be, debating whether or not to go through with it. Finally I succumbed and rolled onto my tummy then drew my legs up behind me. I fed the handcuffs throught he slip knot I'd formed in Andy's tie then slipped my hand back into the dangling cuff and secured it around my right wrist.

As I tested the simple, yet quite effective hogtie I'd placed myself in I felt my juices seep into the crotch of my panty girdle yet. The last time I'd so quickly secreted my cunt crème while hogtied was the last time I'd seen Sir more than six years earlier. My mind went into overdrive almost immediately, wild wicked wanton depraved fantasies of being helplessly hogtied, gagged and hooded at the mercy of some ruthless kidnapper running rampantly through it. I moaned and groaned and twisted this way and that with each newly appearing vision in my head of what was about to befall me at the hands of my abductor.

Shamelessly I rolled onto my back and bound arms, causing my hips to rise into the air as my bound knees lifted. I started thrusting my hips up and down, just as I knew I would if I was tied like this for Sir and he was fucking me like the horny wanton bondage slut I was at that moment. I screamed into the ballgag out of frustration when I tried to open my legs and couldn't courtesy of the belt binding my knees.

I rolled over again onto my belly and whorishly started humping my hips into the bed, desperately trying to rub my thighs together any way I could so I could get myself off. I even arched my back as far as I could, fantasising that my gag had been tied back to my bound ankles to draw me into a tight bow and make my fantasy plight even more torturous.

I again twisted this way and that on the bed, even going as far as to slide my chest back and forth across the covers to further stimulate my already hardened nipples. I was so close I could almost feel the orgasm my body was building to and smell the scent of wanton depraved sexual satisfaction in the air. Each shameless thrust of my hips or tits into the bed brought me a little closer to the relief I so desperately wanted and then it happened. The alarm on the bedside table a few feet away sounded loudly, signifying my time was up!

I screamed with frustration into the ball jammed between my teeth. I was so close, yet so fucking far away at the same time! I wanted my orgasm! I'd earned it, and I was damned right then if I was going to be denied it! I pressed on, grinding my hips and tits into the bed even more hwhorishly and shamelessly than I already had, urging my body to respond as the fantasy scenes in my head ran rampant until finally the waves crashed over me and I started screaming and shrieking into the ball jammed in my mouth. I was in seventh heaven. I'd had two mind blowing climaxes in the space of as many hours and neither had required the presence of another person.

As the waves of euphoria crashed about me and caused my body to shake and tremble with immeasurable pleasure, I collapsed on the bed and savored the fact that nearly a decade earlier I'd dared to venture onto the internet and had met Sir, who'd then introduced me to the kinky lifestyle that had been the reason for my night of shameless wanton unadulterated self administered passion and pleasure.

Deeply I panted, my breath coming through my nose as I lay on top of the bed, my cunt throbbing, the crotch of my pantygirdle soaked with my cunt crème. Finally I snapped out of my reverie and moved my hands slowly behind my back, taking care to position the handcuff key in the perfect place to unlock the steel bracelets trapping my wrists behind my back.

It took several tries before I finally located the keyhole with a fingernail then I started to guide the key towards the hole. I was just about to insert the key into the hole in the cuff on my left wrist when I became over confident and the key slipped from my fingers onto my back. I screamed into the ballgag out of frustration at dropping the key and in my haste to recover it managed only to flick it off the back of my blouse onto the bedcovers.

“FUUUUUUUCK!” I screamed loudly as I realised I now had to try and find the key. That wouldn't have been so bad in ordinary circumstances, but these weren't. I was hogtied and hooded and had no idea where the key had fallen and also couldn't see anything but blackness inside the spandex hood, which only served to make my quest a thousand times more difficult.

       

Tentatively I rolled onto one side then moved my hands slowly across the bedcovers. Each second I took searching for the key I'd stupidly dropped seemed like a lifetime. I don't know how long I searched blindly for it, but I soon dismissed the idea of finding it and instead brought my bound ankles up closer to my hands.

I reached out with my fingers and found the knotted ties around my ankles then started exploring them looking for the knots. I finally found both knots, but had no idea which one was the tie holding my hands securely to my ankles. Slowly, carefully I started picking at one of the knots only to discover my wanton kinky sex fuelled thrashing earlier had served only to tighten the knot to the point where I'd have to cut both of Andy's ties to free my trapped ankles.

Again I screamed with frustration into my gag then set about searching the bedcovers for the handcuff key. I silently cursed myself for being so impatient with the key as precious more seconds, then minutes, ticked away before finally I felt the steel against my fingertips. I clutched the key tightly then rolled back onto my belly, vocing to myself in my hooded darkness to be patient and get myself free this time.

Methodically I slid my fingertips over the handcuffs and again found the keyhole then patiently slid the key into place and turned it in the lock. A sigh of releif poured from my gagged lips as the cuff sprang open and my left wrist was freed. I felt for the key in my darkness, clutched it and removed it from the keyhole of unlocked cuff, then set about freeing my other wrist from its own shiny steel captor.

Both hands now free I rolled onto my back, reached behind my head and hastily unfastened the gag that had served to yet again silence my wanton cries of ecstasy during my fantasy fuelled self bondage session then tossed it across the bedroom. The hood I ripped from my head just as severely and flung it in the same direction then snapped my head around to look at the clock a few feet away.

“Fucking stupid selfish cunt!” I snapped loudly as I saw it was almost nine o'clock, nearly a full half hour after I'd set the alarm and nearing the time I'd previously decided was the latest I could leave the house. “You had to be greedy, didn't you, you selfish whore Alexandra!” I further admonished myself then pulled my knees up and unfastened the belt that bound them, the buckle snagging my right stocking and putting and unsightly run in it from knee to upper thigh.

“Now look what you've done you dumb bitch!” I further chastised myself angrily then swung my legs over the side of the bed. If it wasn't bad enough I'd wasted the half hour I'd previously decided would be enough time to shower and change before leaving to pick Sir up at the airport, I was now still faced with having to cut two of Andy's ties off my bound ankles.

I got to my feet then started shuffling across the carpet towards the ensuite. My progress was slow and frustrating and soon I resorted to hopping across the shag pile, my desperation starting to rise to fever pitch. Inside our private bathroom I searched frantically throughthe medicine cabinet to no avail. I was about to let fly with another frustration and anger filled tirade of most unladylike words at myself when I remembered there were scissors in the spare bedroom where I kept my sewing machine.

Again I started hopping across the carpeted floor, my need to rid myself of the bindings around my ankles now more urgent than ever. I reached the spare bedroom and hopped my way to the sewing machine then pulle dopen the cabinet beneath it. “Thank god!” I sighed dramatically as I saw the scissors right in front of me on the shelf. I snatched the scissors into my hand then hastily cut Andy's ties away from my ankles turning them into nothing more than expensive silk shreds as they fell to the floor around my feet. I dropped the scissors on the floor beside Andy's ruined ties then ran from the spare room back to my own bedroom, my hands working frantically on the buttons of my blouse.

I tore the blouse off and left it where it fell on the carpet, and my bra was soon given the same treatment. At the door of my bedroom I unzipped my skirt and pushed it hurriedly off my hips to the floor then stepped out of it. Next, my stockings and panty girdle were given the same treatment as the rest of my clothes, which were now strewn from one end to the other of the landing at the top of the stairs. I pulled the plug from my ass and the dildo from my still throbbing cunt and tossed them on the bed, then ran into the ensuite. Ten minutes later I stepped from the bathroom , showered, powdered and perfumed, then headed to the walk in closet.

Fifteen minutes later after seemingly spending an eternity looking through my vast array of outfits I folded my arms under my naked still somewhat firm and proud breasts. "For goodness sake Alexandra!" I snarled at myself, using my real name once again. "You're going to meet this man so you can cheat on your husband, get tied up and fucked! How fucking hard is it to decide what to wear when that's your goal you stupid twat?" I further berated myself.

Suitably self admonished, I stepped from the walk in closet still naked and headed to my dresser. I opened the top drawer and started pulling items from it, leaving them wherever they fell as I randomly tossed them either onto the bed beside me or over my shoulder onto the carpeted floor. Finally I found my black lace push up bra, matching garter belt, a pair of sheer ebony see through panties and removed them from the drawer. A minute later my tits were cradled suggestively in the wispy ebony lace, my nipples clearly on display while the girls threatened to burst free of their encumbrance at any second.

The garter belt I quickly fastened around my waist then pulled the see through panties up my legs and into place on my hips. I grabbed a package of brand new black seamed stockings, tore the packaging open then quickly but carefully drew them up my legs and snapped them to my garterbelt. I checked my appearance in the mirror, straightened the seams of my stockings as needed, then moved back to the closet and searched through the box of long since unused bondage stuff once again.

After a few minutes of fruitlessly searching through my box of secrets, I spied the shoes I was looking for sitting in plain sight on one of the shoe racks on the floor of the closet. Hurriedly I slipped into the black patent pumps with the sky high pencil thin five inch heels then bent over and buckled the ankle straps. I also added the tiny padlocks that had made the shoes so wickedly enticing the night he'd bought them for me. I snatched a knee length coat from a hanger, pulled it on, then headed for the stairs.

At the top of the stairs I stopped and looked at the trail of clothes strewn from one end of the landing to the other, then turned my head and looked back into the bedroom at a similar scene as well as the incriminating evidence of the two sex toys I'd had buried in my cunt and ass, along with the hood and ballgag lying on top of the bed. “Andy and the boys won't be home until Monday afternoon. I'll have plenty of time to tidy the house. “ I justified to myself then turned and made my way down the stairs

I made my way to the front door, pausing briefly by the hall table to pick up my purse, then noticed the glimmering diamonds on my left ring finger. While I hadn't told Sir I was married, the obvious wedding band wouldn't go unnoticed for very long by his keen eyes. I raced back upstairs and gathered my satin gloves from where I'd dropped them and quickly pulled them over my hands and up my arms. The evidence of my marriage hidden from view, I made my way back downstairs, grabbed my purse then headed out the door, taking the next step on my deceitful journey of lust and desire.

As I gunned my car into life I checked the time on the clock on the dashboard. 9.35. I was over half an hour behind schedule with nobody to blame but myself for being a selfish cunt who just couldn't keep her fantasies at bay. I knew the journey to the airport, even if I got a perfect run with the traffic would take a minimum of forty five minutes and then I'd have to find a parking space and then get into the terminal and locate the man I was about to cheat on my husband with.

I forced myself to calm down and concentrated on the task at hand, getting to the airport to meet Sir's plane. As I made my way through the late Friday evening traffic on my journey across town, my guilt and shame about what I was about to do behind Andy's back dissipated. By contrast, my excitement at the prospect of being Sir's bondage bitch play toy again rose higher and higher within me.

I was about half way through the across town trip when suddenly I heard a loud bang at the rear of the car and the vehicle became hard to drive and control. I eased it over to the kerb, parked it then got out and walked to the rear of the vehicle. "NO!" I shrieked as I saw the flat tyre, and realised that I hadn't had the spare repaired from a similar incident the previous weekend. I  raced back to the driver's door, yanked it open then reached for my purse and opened it.

“He won't have his cell phone on, he'll still be in the air.” I justified to myself as I searched in the dim light of the car interior for my cell phone before finally, frustrated once again, I upended the contents onto the passenger seat. My eyes widened in disbelief when I checked the contents of my purse and saw that my cell phone wasn't inside it. "FUCK!" I again cursed, then searched my mind tryuing to figure out what I'd done with my cell phone.

“It's still in the fucking den!” I snarled at myself as I replayed quickly in my mind the events of the evening so far. “How could you be so stupid Alexandra? I don't believe this!" I admonished myself severely then turned and looked frantically up and down the road to either side, my eyes finally focusing on a sign for a large motel chain.

I weighed up my options. Sir was still in flight, I had a flat tyre and had left my cell phone at home. I couldn't call Sir and let him know what had happened, because undoubtedly his phone was turned off while he was on the plane. I also hadn't written his number down and brought it with me. Calling a cab was pointless because I'd still have the dilemma with the car to solve the next morning, and I also didn't want to leave it parked on the side of the road all night in a suburb I didn't know. My options clearly were limited and very few

Eventually, I resolved to walk up to the motel and ask them if I could use their phone, while at the same time praying nobody inside would notice my slut shoes were padlocked onto my feet. As I stood at the reception desk of the motel, several of the guests wandered in and out, none of them apparently noticing my shoes. At least so I thought until a woman about my age sidled up along side me and grinned. “Love your shoes. Where can I get some like them?” she asked.

I was shocked for a moment at the way she was so casual about what she was asking and was temporarily speechless. Finally I remembered the name of the store where I'd ought them and related it to her. She thanked me and went on her way then the manager finally turned and smiled to me. “The tow truck is on its way miss, but it will be about forty five minutes before it gets here they told me.” he said politely, his statement making my heart sink.

Yet again, I had made arrangements to meet Sir, and wouldn't be turning up. I suddenly felt sick, wondering how he'd react when finally I got the chance to relate the story of my disabled car to him. With my track record of making arrangements to be with him then not showing up, I feared the worst and my stomach started churning. It wasn't my fault I started justifying to myself, before shaking my head and admitting that it was. I should have had the tyre fixed the previous weekend, and I shouldn't have been a greedy bitch and had my second self bondage session, which after bringing me to a second gag muffled screaming orgasm had turned to disaster when I'd dropped the handcuff key on the bed.

I sat on a couch in the motel reception area and pouted, wallowing in my own self pity. Fortunately I managed to retain some of my composure and somehow found a way to sit that didn't give away I was almost naked under my coat, or show off the fact my shoes were padlocked to my feet. It was ten forty five before the tow truck eventually arrived, and just after eleven by the time the driver had hooked up my car to it.

I was shattered. What had promised to be the beginning of a perfect weekend, had evaporated seemingly in the blink of an eye because I'd been a greedy cunt and decided to have a second self bondage session before heading to the airport to meet the man I was intending to cheat on my husband with.

“Ready to go miss?” the driver asked, snapping me out of my self pity. Reluctantly I nodded my head and muttered to him. “I guess so.” I moved to the passenger side of the tow truck then opened the door and climbed inside, my night worsening as I now had to ride back home in the front seat of the recovery vehicle towing my car.

Unexpected Circumstances.

Chapter 3.

For the entire journey back to my empty house my stomach churned as I rode in the passenger seat of the tow truck. I was furious about how the night had played out, but even more furious at my own selfishness which had in part led to the total debacle. The driver tried to make conversation but I wasn't in the talking mood, my mind was focused on how I'd managed to turn a prospective night of kinky sex games and wild passion into a total disaster. When we finally arrived back at my house I forced myself to be polite and thank the man who'd brought my car home.

A minute after the tow truck driver left and my car was safely parked up my driveway I was in the den again. I grabbed my cell phone and urgently jabbed a finger on the redial button. While I waited for the line to connect I checked the time on the computer, realising only then that I hadn't powered it down before leaving the house, and saw it was twelve thirty, more than two hours after I should have been at the airport to pick up the man I'd earlier in the night planned on cheating on my husband with..

When the phone finally answered, it went straight to sir's voicemail. I was once again shattered. Not only had the events of the evening and my own selfishness conspired against me to rob me of the opportunity to be with him again, now I couldn't get in contact with him. I didn't lezve a message on his voicemail, but instead opened the internet mail account that had started everything in motion earlier and decided to write him a short synopsis of what had happened and try to explain why I hadn't shown up at the airport.

When the email page opened I was surprised to see I had another email from him and my spirits buoyed a little. Anxiously I opened the email then silently urged the computer to change screens quickly.

Hello again Monica,

I waited at the airport until 11. When you didn't show up by then I took a cab home. I'm not sure if  you once again stood me up or something out of your control intervened to prevent you from meeting me as offered. I'll be up until midnight. If you get this before then feel free to call me so I'll at least know you're all right.

Sir.

As I read the email I marvelled at how this man, almost old enough to be my father, never seemed to get angry with me no matter how much I fucked him around, either intentionally or by accident. A faint smile filtered across my face at the thought of him being concerned with my welfare. I clicked on the reply button and hastily tapped out a response to his correspondence.

Dear Sir,

Thank you for caring about what happened to me. I had car trouble, a flat tyre and also a flat spare. I tried to call and let you know, then discovered I'd left my cell phone at home. I went to a motel near where my car got the flat to use their phone to call you, then discovered not only had I left my cell phone at home, but that I'd also left your number there. With no way of contacting you, and the time getting away from me, (it was almost ten o'clock by that stage) I realised I wouldn't be able to pick you up as offered.

I was honestly shattered. I'd dressed provocatively just for you. Black lace push up bra and garter belt, sheer see through black panties, stockings and those cute patent pumps you bought me all those years ago were locked onto my feet. All I had on over the top was a coat. Then the world crashed down around me.

I resigned myself to the fact that I not only wouldn't be meeting with you but also still had the dilemma of my car to solve. Fortunately, the manager of the motel called a tow truck for me so I could get the car home.

I can't apologise enough for leaving you stranded at the airport.

Monica.

Over and over again I read what I'd typed, several times warring back and forth in my mind about admitting to having been selfish and a contributor to what had happened by engaging in a second self bondage session, but thought better of it. “No point giving him a reason to punish me, or worse.” I muttered to myself as I hit the send button and sent the reply off to him. I shut the computer down and leaned back in the chair then sighed deeply. I slumped in the chair feeling sorry for myself for what seemed an eternity then finally pushed myself up to my feet again then headed upstairs to my bedroom.

I shed my coat and headed towards the walk in closet, the corner of my vision catching a side on glimpse of myself in the floor length mirror as I passed it. I stopped and looked at my reflection, then turned and looked at myself from a few different angles. “You might have been lucky enough to keep your panties on for maybe ten minutes once he'd caught sight of you.” I flattered myself before continuing into the walk in closet to remove my shoes. As I bent over to unfasten them from my ankles, and  realised they were still secured to my ankles by  their seemingly ornamental, but quite functional padlocks, I looked over towards the box I'd earlier taken down from the overhead shelf.

I opened my box of hidden treasures again and peered inside then began sifting through the contents. As I rummaged through the box in search of the key that would release my feet from their high heeled subjugation I came across another pair of handcuffs and a pair of matching leg irons separated by a chain about two feet in length. “My god!” I gasped as I held the shiny chrome objects up so the light could sparkle off them. “Andy would have a fit if he knew I still had all this stuff!” I then declared before chuckling softly.

I set both sets of steel restraints on the carpet beside me, removed the key from the leg irons and tested whether or not it would also open the handcuffs. A delighted smirk crossed my face when the handcuffs sprang open. I replaced the key in the keyhole of the leg irons then continued looking through the box for the key to the locks holding my shoes in place.

Finally I found another small padlock with a key still in it and lifted it out of the box, my eyes widening in surprise as along with it I started drawing a length of chain from the box. “Good grief!” I shrieked softly then  eventually drew all the chain out of the box. As I laid it on the floor beside me I noticed there was also two other padlocks attached to the other end of the chain. I turned the key in the padlock and smiled when the lock sprang open, then removed the key from that padlock tested it in each of the other padlocks on the other end of the chain.

Given the luck I'd already experienced earlier in the evening I was half expecting to discover the key wouldn't unlock the all the locks. I was pleasantly surprised however when it did and each lock sprang open in turn. I checked then whether that same key would open the locks securing my shoes to my feet smiled faintly as again a small piece of luck finally fell my way. I immediately removed the key to my cuffs and leg irons from where it resided in the lock on the leg irons and threaded it into the keyring with the padlock key.

I started pulling the ankle straps of my shoes clear from their respective buckles then stopped, and looked down at the assortment of shiny steel beside me on the carpet. “No reason you still can't have an evening of hard bondage, is there Alexandra?” I justified to myself as I looked at the chain curiously, my body once again starting to overrule my mind.

A wanton smirk formed on my face as yet again I started contemplating another self bondage session, this one fuelled by my frustration at the evening's events rather than my earlier desire to be Sir's bondage bitch and feel his cock pumping in and out of my defenceless pudenda.  At that moment, for some reason I peered back into the box, once again curious about what else it held.

My eyes widened in disbelief as I saw an array of half inch wide leather straps, joined together with a series of steel rings. “What the hell...?” I started to ask myself as I pulled the group of straps out of the box, discovering along the way that these straps also buckled together. When I finally had the assortment of leather straps and steel rings where I could inspect it properly I realised exactly what I was holding, a head harness with a ring gag attached. For a moment I thought about the contraption in my hands then grinned. “Why not!” I declared to myself then placed the head harness beside the other stuff I'd taken from the box.

I strapped the shoes back in place and refastened the padlocks then grabbed the leg irons and double locked them about my ankles. I rose to my feet, gathered the rest of the stuff on the floor beside me then made my way out of the walk in closet. I giggled like a schoolgirl when I spied in the mirror the image of my lingerie clad form cautiously making it's way across the carpet while the chain between my ankles restricted the length of my strides.

I stared at myself in front of the mirror for a long time, marvelling at how sexy the shiny silver steel bands looked around my black nylon clad ankles. “So, what are you gonna do now, Monica?” I asked myself, using the name I went by with Sir. For a few moments I pondered the items I'd assembled from my secret stash of bondage gear, trying to remember just why I'd have had a chain fitted with padlocks at either end. “Hmmm, maybe there's some kind of collar in the box too.” I mused softly, believing at that moment the chain was designed to secure a collar to an inanimate object and keep a slavegirl in place to be displayed,  then headed back to the walk in closet and peered inside the box again.

Not finding a collar of any description as I'd expected I would, I walked back to the end of the bed, picked up the handcuffs and locked them around my wrists in front of me, then picked up the chain and the keyring that held the keys to the padlocks threaded through the chain, then headed back downstairs to the den.

Not being the bondage afficionado that Sir was, and having really only dabbled with minimal light self bondage even all those years earlier, I quickly fired up the computer again and waited impatiently for it to come to life. When it did, I hastily typed the words self bondage into the search bar of the browser then sat back and waited for the serch engine to do its thing.

When the web page finally loaded I was stunned at how many links were offered, more than twenty million of them in fact. Eagerly I sifted through the first dozen and was quite impressed with the no nonsense matter of fact way each article I read detailed the dangers, rewards and various types of release mechanisms I could use for the session I was now planning.

One of the pictures also gave me an insight about what the chain I'd discovered upstairs was for. As I looked at the picture, my eyes glanced to the chain and I grinned wantonly. I leaned forward to check more closely just how the chain was used on the woman in the picture. A couple of minutes later, after close examination of the crotch chain in the picture I stared, I unlocked and removed my handcuffs. I then set about locking the chain I had with me around my own waist and pulling it through my crotch in identical fashion to that displayed in the picture.

As I pulled the chain up over the cleft of my ass and felt around with my gloved fingertips for the links traversing my waist, I discovered that the chain was longer than I'd anticipated. I slipped from my chair and onto my knees, threaded the chain running through my crotch under that portion of it crossing my back then searched for the chain from my leg irons with my gloved hands.

Upon clasping it, I experimented with the chain threaded through my crotch and discovered that I could lock the end of it to my leg iron chain. “How wicked!” I grinned as an idea started forming in my mind. I padlocked my handcuffs to the chain about eight inches from the end and released the chain, safe in the knowledge that when I completed the self bondage I was formulating in my mind that I'd be deliciously stimulated and tormented by the chain running through my crotch with every move I made.

I had no idea just what sort of reaction my body would have to the chain and decided to pull it as tight as I could between my legs then used one of the padlocks to temporarily hold it in place. My plan now taking shape in my mind and now armed with more knowledge than I'd had about self bondage techniques when I'd arrived home nearly an hour earlier, I rose back to my high heel shod feet.

Right at that moment I discovered that I should have waited until I was standing to fashion my crotch chain because the links I'd pulled tight between my legs while I was kneeling, instantly bit into my pantied pudenda and pared my nether lips apart. “Fuck that's tight!” I winced before my initial gasp of pain became one of pleasure as I took the first step towards the door and felt the links of the chain rub at my pussy and clit through my panties.

Each step I took towards the kitchen served only to make the chain's links bite into my sensitive nether mouth and rub teasingly against my throbbing passion button while my handcuffs bounced suggestively against the upper flare of my ass. When I reached the kitchen I moved determinedly to the freezer and removed a tray of ice cubes. I separated the cubes and placed two in a bowl, returned the tray to the freezer then headed back towards the staircase. I gathered my keys from my purse then headed upstairs to my bedroom, a deliciously wicked scenario starting to form in  my mind.

Back upstairs, I gathered up the stocking I'd earlier put the unsightly run in, then headed into the ensuite. I grabbed the ice cubes from the bowl and slipped them inside my ruined stocking then took the key from the leg irons secured around my ankles. I threaded the handcuff key onto the ring holding the padlock key, then unlocked  the padlock on the end of the chain behind my back, and withdrew the key from the lock.

I threaded the top of the stocking through the keyring that now held the keys that would unlock my handcuffs, legirons and all three padlocks, then watched the keyring slide all the way down the snagged black nylon until it came to rest above the two ice cubes inside. My release mechanism decided upon, I then slid my other set of keys over the stocking in the same manner, tied the nylon around the towel rail then placed the bowl underneath it to catch the inevitable dripping water that would come from the cubes when they melted.

Satisfied that the release mechanism I'd just read about was in place, and that I'd have to be patient and wait for the ice to melt before I could set myself free I headed back into the bedroom. My mind flicked back to my mishap a few hours earlier when I'd fashioned what at the time had seemed like a simple hogtie, but which became one that took an excruciatingly long time to extricate myself from and my contented smirking grin widened on my face.

For a moment I pondered not using the hood then looked around the bedroom and saw how bright it was. I moved quickly to the side of the bed and turned on my reading lamp then shut the main light off and made my way back to my assembled bondage implements.I was still pondering the amount of light being given off in my room that could be seen from the street when a thought hit me. I raced out of the bedroom as fast as my manacled ankles would allow me and returned to the spare room. A few minutes of searching found the flashlight I was after then I headed back to the bedroom.

The room now minimally lit, I snatched the pillows from the bed and tossed them on the floor, grabbed the hood I'd worn during my two previous self bondage sessions and tossed it on the floor near the pillows, then also picked up the handcuff key lying on top of the bed.

. I moved to the end of the bed and slipped to my knees then pulled the crotch chain as tight as I could manage. I secured the end of  my crotch chain to the one joining the steel cuffs around my ankles then eased my self down onto the floor and rolled onto my belly. Slowly I worked my legs back and forth and to my delight discovered that, as hoped for, each movement of my legs would make the chain slide back and forth over my pantied slit. “That ought to get your wanton hole juicing up quickly you slut Monica!” I teased myself, again using the name that Sir knew me by, then reached for the hood nearby.

As I pulled the bottom of the hood open I looked into the beam of light from the flashlight then hastily slipped the handcuff key into the lock mechanism of one of the shiny steel bracelets that would soon readorn my gloved wrists. Confident I'd be able to double lock the handcuffs without being able to see them, I pulled the hood over my face and for the third time since arriving home from work plunged myself into darkness.

I felt around for the the ring gag head harness, finally clutched hold of it then worked it into place over my hooded face. My mouth was once again forced open, this time however with nothing to trap the inevitable screams of pleasure that would soon rip from my lips.

I reached around blindly with one gloved hand and found the flashlight then pushed the button on it and turned off its beam then eased myself from my knees to a half sitting position on my left side then reached behind my back with my gloved hands. It took me a few tries, but eventually I managed to catch hold of the handcuffs and snap them in place around my wrists and successfully double lock them in place so they wouldn't accidentally over tighten on me.

Once again I was hogtied, this time quite securely with the steel restraints I'd chosen, and I jerked my hands backwards and flicked the key from my fingers, safe in the knowledge that I had another in the ensuite. My plan for this self bondage session was a simple one, a fantasy about Sir while I made myself cum, then the slow deliberate hogtied slither across the carpet into the ensuite to await the dropping of the keys into the bowl so I could set myself free.

I eased myself down onto the pillows on my side then tested my bonds by moving my arms and legs. That experiment was an instant success! I discovered quickly that any movement of my arms or legs caused a corresponding movement of my other pair of restrained limbs and also made the chain work against pantied crotch and tease my already sensitive clit even more.

I groaned loudly into my gag then started rocking faster back and forth until finally I managed to over balance and roll onto my belly. It wasn't until I managed to get myself face down on the floor, with my tits now mashing themselves into the carpet beneath me, that I discovered just how strict my self imposed hogtie was.

While my legs were tethered to my hands and the chain running through my crotch, they weren't bound at the knees like they'd been earlier, which allowed me some freedom of movement. I twisted this way and that, moving my legs with every turn, groaning more deeply as each movement caused the chain to rub against my clit, driving me into a frenzy much more quickly than intended, or expected.

As I'd done earlier, I started bucking my hips up and down while I pushed my thrusting tits onto the pillows under me. My mind kicked into overdrive as my fantasies of Sir ran rampantly through my head. I tried to roll over and screamed loudly into my gag as that movement served only to cause the chain to pare my crotch even more.  The material of my panties was now drenched in the slime leaking from my slit and my clit felt as though it was about to burst.

I forced myself to work over onto my back and discovered the moment I did why I hadn't done it earlier. The combination of the shortness of the chain between my cuffed ankles with the one between my cuffed wrists and the one through my crotch, plus the way the skyscraper pencil thin heels I wore on my feet made me thrust my hips upward, only served to pull the crotch chain harder against my already throbbing clit and dig the links even deeper between my parted labia.

I worked myself over onto my side once more, arched my back as again my mind began filling with fantasy scenarios. I was now a kidnapped heiress destined for the underground slave trade somewhere half way across the world. I jerked my arms and legs as much as I could, desperately trying to escape the clutches of my captors and the impending life of sexual slavery I was destined for.

As each second ticked by while I struggled for my freedom in my fantasy I felt the crotch of my panties become more and more soaked with my slut slime and then my body erupted as it had earlier that evening on two separate occasions already. Repeatedly I screamed into my gag out of ecstasy at what I was putting myself through as my lusty, kinky fantasy fueled cries echoed off the walls and filled my ears.

I'd never been the type to experience multiple orgasms and in fact rarely even achieved that special time once any time Andy and I made love. I'd always wondered what I'd been missing out on. I was insatiable. I wanted to experience a multiple orgasm and I wanted to experience it now! I  bucked my hips wantonly for a a few more minutes and my need was swiftly answered,  my body convulsing shamelessly again as the elusive second orgasm ripped through me before the first one had even begun to subside.

As the waves of my bondage fuelled carnal pleasure continued to wrack my body I soon discovered just how pleasurably draining a multiple orgasm could be. As drained as I was, I felt alive and wanted more and as such started thrusting my hips upward like the shameless bondage craving whore I was right at that moment.

. My arms and legs jerked fiercely at the steel holding them in check. Each movement served only to further arouse my already highly sensitive and sex charged clit through my panties, until yet another deep guttural scream of carnal ecstasy ripped from my throat and filled the bedroom. My body convulsed and trembled  as my orgasmic cries filled the blackness before I finally I collapsed from sheer exhaustion and passed out right where I lay at the foot of the bed.

Unexpected Circumstances.

Chapter 4.

When I finally roused from my self bondage fueled exhaustion, I rolled sleepily over and started to stretch my arms and legs then was quickly shocked  into reality as my limbs refused to move more than a few inches. My eyes flew open only to be greeted with the blackness of the inside of the hood covering my face, which made me scream in panic as I frantically struggled against the steel restraints stopping me from stretching my limbs out into a more comfortable position.

My mind finally clicked into gear and I remembered why I was in such a cramped position, hogtied by steel and hooded on the carpet. I purred wantonly as my mind drifted back to what I'd subjected myself to hours before, until I remembered I still had the second portion of my latest self bondage session to complete, getting free. I wracked my brain trying to remember just what I'd done the previous evening until eventually thoughts of my self release mechanism filtered into my head.

I grunted despairingly as I recalled how I'd set the ice cube filled stocking in the ensuite then had ventured back to my bedroom to put myself into my steel restraints. Right now, I wished I hadn't worked myself into such a sexual frenzy, especially now that my bladder was sending messages to my brain screaming for relief.

I thought again of what I'd done before I'd passed out, then remembered I'd subjected myself to my self imposed confinement while lying at the foot of the bed. Slowly I edged to my left, then began slithering my way across the carpet. Each movement forward was painstakingly slow and also devilishly tormenting as the jerking of my arms and legs only served to further remind me of the pressing need to empty my bladder.

I realized after moving only a few feet just how much sighted people take their everyday lives for granted. I'd lived in this house for nearly seven years, and while the distance from the end of my bed to the ensuite door is perhaps only fifteen feet, until this morning I'd never thought about committing the layout of my home to memory. Now, enshrouded in darkness by the hood still covering my head, as I made my painstakingly slow progress across the carpet, I had to force myself to remember the layout of my own bedroom!

Each movement as I worked my way across the carpet caused my nipples to scratch against the lace of my bra and shamefully harden in arousal as my tits were mashed against the floor  beneath me. Each jerk of my legs and arms served only to remind me of the plug filling my ass and the dildo that had been trapped in my slick slit for hours. I had no idea how long it took me to finally cross that short distance and only knew I had when my shoulders and upper chest finally made contact with the cool tiled floor.

The contrast of temperatures between the carpet and the tiles of the ensuite brought a groan of wanton lust from my gagged lips as my upper body eased onto the tiled floor and my nipples immediately responded to the coolness through the lace of my bra. As the aroused peaks strained at the flimsy lace, I steeled myself to carry on and inched my way forward, groaning and moaning more as the turgid nubs capping my breasts scraped across the tiles.

I knew I was close to where I had to be, the towel railing only being a few feet from the doorway. With half my quest for the keys now completed I still had to get them in my gloved hands and free myself from the bindings that had driven me to multiple orgasms of such enormity the night before. I worked my way completely into the ensuite then paused, my chest heaving and my breath rasping hard through the opening of the gag I'd chosen the night before.

Just as I'd had to recall the layout of my bedroom, I methodically ran through the layout of the ensuite in my mind while I gathered some composure. I inched slowly forward again, each movement once again reminding me of the chain pressing tormentingly against my pantied clit, as well as my need to relieve my straining bladder, until finally I felt the smooth curved rim of the bowl I'd brought in the night before caress the upper portion of my right arm. Deeply I sighed as I realized my release was now only a matter of minutes away.

I continued slithering across the tiles until finally my cuffed and gloved hands ran along the rim of the bowl. I slipped a hand into the bowl and was immediately reminded of my need to pee when my gloved fingertips came in contact with the water in the bowl that had the night before been the ice blocks I'd placed inside the stocking hanging from the towel rail. I groaned deeply behind the ring gag keeping my mouth open while I worked my wet satin covered fingers around in the bowl then eventually discovered the keyring with the two keys I needed for my release.

The keys now in my possession and my freedom only a matter of a couple of minutes away, I forced myself to remain patient then found the handcuff key and started maneuvering it towards the lock on the steel bracelets around my wrists. I slipped the key into the lock or the cuff around my left wrist and turned it, my bind buoyant with the prospect of release then shrieked in desperation as the handcuff refused to open.

Again and again I tried it to no avail, each time shrieking and grunting despairingly as thoughts of being found as I was by Andy and the boys when they got home started to fill my mind. I pulled the key from that handcuff and placed it into my other hand then decided to try and unlock that one. Again, the cuff refused to release and once more a frustrated gagged scream ripped from my throat.

The way I'd restrained myself the night before I knew I couldn't unlock the padlock holding all three chains together. I started to panic as a plethora of different scenarios of being humiliatingly discovered in my self imposed bondage ran through my mind. And then it dawned on me that I'd double locked the handcuffs and leg irons to safeguard against them over tightening! Once again I set to my task of unlocking the steel bracelets around my gloved wrists, this time pushing the spike at the end of the key into the small hold on the edge of the cuff before I sought out the keyhole. To my delight and relief the lock turned and the cuff around my left wrist sprang open finally freeing me from my self imposed imprisonment.

With my left hand now freed, I made short work of unlocking the cuff around my right wrist. Hands now freed, I reached up for the buckles on the head harness gag that had kept my jaw forced open for several hours, unbuckled them then finally prised the ring from between my teeth. “Thank god!” I sighed deeply as I worked my jaw a little and finally was able to close my mouth. I ripped the black spandex off my head and and squinted as the light hit my eyes for the first time in several hours, before finally opening them fully so I could focus my gaze on the remainder of my restraints.

Now with both hands free and the hood off my head I quickly unlocked and removed the rest of my steel bindings, then stretched my legs and slowly rubbed my satin covered hands up and down my stockinged legs. “Oh god that feels good.” I sighed as I took several minutes caressing my ebony nylon encased legs then finally I rose to my feet, clutching the towel rail tightly as I did. “Kinky slut!” I hissed teasingly at my reflection in the mirror on the outside of the medicine cabinet then grinned and winked before answering myself. “You better fucking believe it!”

I glanced down at the assortment of glittering steel on the tiled floor at my feet then reached out and toed the chain, handcuffs and leg irons forward across the floor until they slid into the corner beside the bath. I then looked at the torn nylon tied to the towel rail and hanging over the top of the bowl where the keys had fallen. My head tilted to the side for a moment and I wondered just how long it had taken the ice to melt and how I'd have reacted the night before if I hadn't passed out from my multi orgasmic bliss and been forced to wait for those two blocks of frozen water to melt so I could extricate myself from my steel subjugation. “I wonder what time it is?” I then murmured softly before I turned and walked out of the ensuite, my fuck me heels still padlocked around my ankles, the dildo and butt plug once again reminding me of their presence in my nether holes.

When I stepped back into the bedroom, my legs still a little unsteady and shaking from the events of both the night before and my slithering struggle across the floor to freedom only a few minutes earlier, I looked towards the bedside table and the glaring digital numbers on the clock thereon. 7:27. “Oh my god!” I exclaimed as I saw the time. I grabbed the white silk kimono Andy had bought me a year earlier when he'd been sent to Japan on business, then raced downstairs to the den, pulling the kimono on as I went.

When I reached the den and slid into the seat behind the desk, the faint glow of a green LED caught my eye. I tilted my head slightly while wondering why the power light on the computer was still on, then moved the mouse and gasped as the screen burst into life. Right there before my eyes was a picture from one of the self bondage web sites I'd referenced the night before, a woman bound with chains, including one through her crotch as I'd worn all night, emblazoned in brilliant color on the screen.

I ignored the image as much as I could while I proceeded to log into my internet email account. My heart sank as the expectation of another chance after the previous night's debacle evaporated when I saw there had been no reply from Sir to my late night email. Disheartened, but by no means destroyed,  I shut the computer down and set about calling the local tyre stores to enquire which one could come over to my home and replace the pair of flats I had. After finally finding one, and agreeing on the price, which I was sure was elevated due to it being a holiday weekend, I headed back upstairs.

As I stepped back into the bedroom, I shed the kimono and headed into my walk in dressing room. I swiftly unlocked the padlocks on the ankle straps of my shoes then shed the stilettos I'd been forced to wear all night during my self bondage escapade, then made my way back into the  ensuite.  Twenty minutes later I re-emerged then dressed simply. White satin and lace bra, matching thong, figure hugging faded blue jeans, and a coral pink vee necked angora sweater. “Something simple, yet still sexy today Alex.” I said brightly as I slipped my feet into a pair of sandals then headed back downstairs. Just as I reached the bottom, there was a knock at the door. The tyre man had arrived. I showed him the car, told him what I needed then headed down the street to get the morning paper.

Fifteen minutes later I returned home and the tyre guy had already removed the offending tyres from my car and was in the process of changing the first one over. I stepped past him, headed inside and made a cup of tea then sat down and started reading the paper. I was in the middle of reading an article on a revolutionary treatment for breast cancer when I heard my cell phone ring and raced to get it. “Henderson, Barnes and Associates. Alexandra Harris speaking.” I answered in my most professional manner, expecting the call to be business, considering the cell phone was supplied by the company I work for.

“Good morning Monica.”

The voice on the other end of the line was sexily gravelly, the tone of it whiskey smooth. I knew it immediately and didn't need to hear the tell tale name he called me. “How did you get this number!” I hissed into the phone, my voice hushed to try and conceal my utter surprise at Sir calling me.

“From you.” he replied simply. “Last night when you called me, you used this number.”

I gasped again and clamped my hand over my mouth as I remembered being petrified of using the house phone in case Andy asked whose number it was. “What do you want?” I asked, panic rising inside me and clearly reflected in my husky voice, while at the same time my crotch .started tingling and instinctively my hand dived between my denim sheathed legs.

“Well, I just thought I'd call to see if had any luck getting your car fixed.” Sir said simply. “I didn't mean to upset you.” he then added, apologizing for startling me.

My mouth dropped open and I stood there stunned. After yet another no show with him, then speaking to him like he was a stalker or a boyfriend who just didn't grasp the concept of it's over, he'd once again shown me the other side of him I adored. The side of him that simply cared about other people.

“The uh tyre guy's here right now. Thank you for asking.” I finally managed to answer once I regained control of myself.

“Would you like to join me for a late breakfast?” he then asked.

Again my heart skipped a beat and my mouth dropped open. “E...excuse me?” I asked in awe. I couldn't believe the man whom the night before I'd intended to let tie me up and fuck me in any way, or hole he desired, had now simply asked me to breakfast.

“I'm just about to head to Alfredo's in Brunswick and have a late breakfast.” Sir repeated. “I thought you might like to join me.”

“I...I'd love to!” I exclaimed like a tittering schoolgirl who'd just been asked out by the boy she'd had a crush on for years. My pulse raced as I stood there digesting over and over in my mind the fact I'd been asked out, and that the previous evening's debacle when I'd set off full of hope to be Sir's bondage toy and also cheat on my husband may yet be rescued and come to fruition.

“Great.” Sir said. “I'll see you there. Take care and drive safely.” he then said before he ended the call.

I stood stunned for a full thirty seconds trying to comprehend what had just transpired when a persistent rapping at the front door broke me from my reverie. I made my way to the door only to see the tyre man, who promptly told me my car's tyres had been changed. I thanked him politely then signed his invoice. As soon as his service van pulled out of the driveway, I raced back upstairs to change, my thoughts once again turning to Sir and the prospect of being his bondage bunny for the rest of the holiday weekend.

Unexpected Circumstances.

Chapter 5.

As I hurriedly made my way back upstairs to change, the carpet once again became the repository for my clothes, this time my sweater and the the simple yet elegant white satin and lace bra I'd chosen to wear an hour earlier. I kicked off my sandals. then tugged my jeans down and stepped out of them, leaving them, like my already removed bra and sweater, on the floor where they were pulled off. My panties were next to be cast aside, these too finding a new home on the floor, then I moved to the dresser and pulled open the drawers.

While Sir was old enough to be my father, he still had a pulse and a healthy libido. Smirking at that thought, I knew that simple subtle white lingerie would not be the instrument of allure required to entice him to tie me up then ram his cock into me once he had me bound and at his whim. I rummaged through the drawers quickly before settling upon a red lace bra and matching  panties. I donned the super sexy lingerie quickly then moved to the side of the bed and sat down on its edge.

Just as I'd done the night before, I reached into the top drawer of my bedside table for an unopened package of black stockings, deciding to wear stay ups this morning rather than ones requiring the matching garter belt which went with my bra and panties. I sighed when I realised the only brand new stockings still in the drawer weren't stay ups, then settled on a pair of ebony pantyhose.

I tore the packaging off and carefully pulled the sheer ebony nylon up my legs and fitted the panty portion in place over the top of the red lace that hugged my crotch and ass like a jealous lover.  I rose from the edge of the bed and headed then into my walk in closet. Fifteen minutes later, after  warring back and forth in my mind about which outfit to wear, I stepped from the closet wearing a bright red sheer silk blouse, my pale gray business suit, a pair of black high heeled court shoes and with a bright red and yellow patterned Hermes scarf tied around my neck.

Dressed for business, or in this case, the man I was hoping would put me through a wildly erotic weekend of bondage and fucking, I headed downstairs and gathered my purse. I made a point of checking the contents, then gathered my cell phone and headed for the door. I stepped from the porch to my car, slipped gracefully in behind the wheel, gunned the motor into life and eased it out of the driveway and headed for what I hoped would be the illicit rendezvous with Sir I'd missed out on the night before.

I was about ten minutes into my journey when I realized that in my haste to meet up with Sir I hadn't brought any other clothes in the event that my breakfast with him eventuated further and turned, as I was hoping it might, into being a weekend of subjugation and servitude to him. I pulled the car to the kerbside and weighed up my options, warring back and forth mentally between continuing or heading back to the house to hastily throw some other clothes into a bag. “Are you going to need clothes this weekend Monica?” I asked myself, again calling myself by the pseudonym Sir knew me by. A wicked grin formed on my face and a light lilting laugh rippled from my throat a moment later, then I gunned the engine again and continued on my journey.

I arrived in the street where Alfredo's is located a little after 10 AM then spent the next fifteen minutes looking for a parking space. Satisfied that my car was safe where I finally found a place to leave it, I climbed out, locked the vehicle then started making my way down the street towards the restaurant, three blocks away.

Even though I hadn't seen him for nearly seven years, I knew I'd know his face immediately when I spotted him. When I did, my mouth dropped and I stopped in my tracks. He'd grayed prematurely, at least in my eyes, despite him heading on towards fifty. The look suited him though, I reasoned to myself as I enjoyed seeing him with that distinguished look I'd read and heard so much about. He was dressed simply in dark blue designer jeans, a body hugging vee necked shirt, and a black woolen jacket with leather sleeves.

The contrast between his smart casual attire and my no nonsense businesswoman look couldn't have been more glaring. Right then I wanted the sidewalk to open up and swallow me for not having had the sense to ask him what I should wear. I took a few moments to compose myself despite the throbbing in my crotch then pressed on and finally approached the outdoor table where he was sitting.

“Oh my. Don't I seem over dressed.” he grinned then rose from his chair when I stood at the table in front of him. “I hope I haven't drawn you away from anything.” he then said simply as he leaned forward and kissed my cheek. “You look lovely.” he then praised me before pulling out a chair for me to sit in.

“I...I...I...” I stammered as I looked at how casually he was dressed and thought how out of place I must have looked amid the sea of Saturday morning shop patrons passing by on the sidewalk. “When you said Alfredo's, I thought...” I then offered feebly.

“You look fine. Trust me.” Sir said with a warm friendly smile, trying to make me feel less out of place than I already did. “Have a seat.” he then gestured to the chair he'd pulled from the table. I accepted his offer and made myself comfortable in the chair then shifted sideways slightly and crossed my legs, making sure I gave him a good view of my ebony nylon sheathed stems.

“It was a pity your car got the flat last night.” Sir said as he sat down again. “From what I read in your email, you went a lot of trouble with your outfit last night.” he then stated, grinning broadly as he poured me a glass of water then sipped from his own.

“Yes.” I muttered in response, my head bowing as I felt my cheeks flood with color at his flattery. I finally lifted it up and looked at him then removed my jacket and set it down with my purse on the chair beside me. “As I did today.” I then added, becoming more confident in his presence as each minute ticked past, then rested my arms on the frame of the chair to afford him the best possible view of the outline of my lace bra through my blouse.

A waiter stopped at our table and leered at me for a few moments which made me blush even more, this time out of pleasure rather than shame. I felt good that I'd dressed up for one man, and another man was ogling me while the one I'd dressed up for sat barely an arm's length away. Sir ordered breakfast for us, eggs Florentine and tea, in glasses rather than cups.

I reached for my goblet of water and sipped the cooling liquid slowly then put it back on the table and looked at the man with the graying hair sitting nearby. “Please don't call me on that number again.” I ventured boldly.

“Why?” Sir then asked calmly. “Because it's a company phone? Is that the reason Alexandra?” he followed up, calling me by my real name.

“Yes.”I replied tersely, folding my arms under my bountiful breasts, closing myself off to him with my body language even while my actions caused my lace bra encased breasts to press harder against the thin material of my blouse. As I stared at him I realised I was once again acting like a bitch towards the man who seemed to always take my temper tantrums and mood swings in his stride and not be angry. I shook my head and unfolded my arms then relaxed once again. “I'm sorry.” I apologised. “That was rude of me. I shouldn't have spoken to you that way.

“It's fine.” Sir replied simply, a faint smile forming on his face. “As for your privacy, I'll respect your wishes.” he then stated as if my request was something he dealt with all day every day. I was about to say something when the waiter returned with our breakfast and set the two meals on the table in front of us. There was still tension in the air as we began to eat, though I drew many lingering looks from many men who passed by our table.

I looked up from my breakfast at him then spied my openly displayed fingers and the wedding ring so proudly sported on the third one of my left hand. I felt my heart race at that moment, as I was sure my secret was out. If it was however, Sir was being a true gentleman and saying nothing. “So, no lecture about wanting to preserve my privacy?” I finally asked while moving my left hand into a position that secreted my wedding ring.

“No.” Sir replied simply before he sipped his tea. “Your private life is your business. I'm just one small part of it, and if you want that part kept separate from the rest, that's fine with me.” he then added, his words spoken softly as he continued eating the meal he'd ordered.

“Thank you.” I replied, trying to sound as sincere as I could, then kept eating trying to keep my left hand hidden. Finally I could take no more of trying to deceive the man whom again today had welcomed me with open arms. “I'm married.” I then volunteered without thinking, immediately wondering what possessed me to pass on that information right then.

“Well good for you!” Sir replied enthusiastically. “I knew you'd find some great guy and settle down someday.” he then added, the brilliant beaming smile on his face reassuring me that he was genuinely happy for me. “Kids?” he then asked.

“Two.” I nodded then reached for my purse. “Twin boys. Just turned five.” I declared proudly before pulling out a picture of the boys to show him.

“Wow! They're great looking boys.” Sir said brightly. “But then again, their mother is quite the looker, so they had a pretty good head start.” he then flattered me.

I blushed instantly at his flattery and smiled at him, enjoying having a man nearly as old as my own father flirt with me. “Andy's taken them away camping.” I then confessed, gasping almost immediately the words left my lips, hoping, praying that something would stall time so I could jam them back into my mouth and leave them unsaid.

“And they'll be back when?” Sir asked simply, not making me feel like a fool for having volunteered intimate information about my life only a minute or so after demanding that he not call me on my company cell phone so I could preserve my privacy.

“About four Monday afternoon.” I replied without thinking, the answer coming from my mouth as naturally and casually as if I'd been giving it to my next door neighbor Carla. The moment immediately after I heard my own words in my ears, I silently cursed myself as I realised my answer must have sounded like I'd contacted him the night before because I had the weekend all to myself.

“So when the cat's away...” Sir said with a slight smirk, leaving the age old saying unfinished.

“Let me guess, you forgot your husband was taking your boys away, hadn't made any plans with your girlfriends to do anything, so you thought you'd call the number in the email I sent you all those months ago. Right?” Sir then asked, sounding as though he was reading my mind.

I nodded my head silently, not daring to speak lest I once again put my foot in my mouth. “Please don't think badly of me.” I then pleaded softly with him. “It's not like I do this sort of thing all the time.” I added, trying to justify my presence at the restaurant with him. “I'm not a bad person.” I then uttered, my eyes lowering towards the table for a few seconds before I looked back at Sir hoping for his approval.

“Just a kinky one who had an itch to scratch. Right?” Sir then teased me, winking and grinning at me. “In all seriousness though, what led to you being here, is none of my business.” Sir replied with a warm inviting smile. “The fact you are is all that matters.” he then added as he reached for his glass of tea and sipped from it, his words having the effect of making me sigh with relief. “I take it, Andy, isn't into...” he then asked leaving the question unfinished.

“Not really.” I sighed slightly while gently shaking my head from side to side. “Occasionally. Sometimes.” I replied, faltering over the answer, flustered that I was now talking about my sex life with my husband and our attempts at bondage. “He tries hard when he indulges me. He really does.” I then added as I ate some more of my breakfast. “But no, he's not really into it.” I then added, a tinge of sadness finding its way into my voice.

“Take off your panties.” Sir then commanded, shocking me into a wide eyed mouth agape stare.

“Excuse me?” I asked incredulously, not believing what I'd just heard.

“I said, take off your panties, Monica.” Sir repeated, confirming that I had heard him correctly and also calling me by the name reserved just for him.

I shook my head and closed my eyes hoping that when I opened them I'd have just woken from a dream. As expected when I did, I saw Sir sitting opposite me and the Saturday morning shoppers walking happily up and down the street. “I...I...can't.” I protested meekly, my voice barely having enough volume to it to carry across the table.

“You can, and you will.” Sir replied calmly, though his voice held that air of authority to it that I remembered from our previous encounters together.

“I...I...it's not...that I won't...or don't want to...it's just...” I fumbled for the words as I felt the color flooding from my cheeks down my neck to the top of my chest. “I'm wearing pantyhose.” I then declared, lowering my voice almost to a husky conspiratorial whisper as I leaned towards him.

“And your point is?” Sir replied, his right eyebrow raising slightly

I gulped slightly and stared at him for a few moments, then looked around in all directions at the other open air diners and also the pedestrians making their way along the sidewalk. Finally I summoned up my courage and spoke. “I'll need to use the ladies room. May I be excused please?” I asked, as if I was seeking my father's permission to leave the family dinner table.

“What for?” Sir inquired.

My face filled with shock at his casualnees and the inference behind his words. “You don't think I'm going to do something like that right here do you?” I then challenged him while trying to keep my voice down so others couldn't hear it, not realising as I uttered the words that I was tacitly agreeing to do his bidding.

“Actually,” Sir replied as he sipped his tea again, “Yes. I do.” he added as he looked over the rim of the glass he held. “But since you asked so politely and properly, you may go to the ladies room to do it.” he then declared, giving me permission to leave the table and use the restroom to facilitate the removal of my underwear.

I smiled weakly at him then gathered my purse and started to rise from the table. Sie, was as usual, the perfect gentleman, rising from his own chair and drawing mine back. “Thank you.” I said softly, my voice taking on a tone of warmth and genuine affection for the man old enough to be my father. He nodded then swept an arm to one side, showing me the way.

I strode purposefully inside the bistro and headed into the ladies room. Inside, I moved straight to the mirrored wall and set my purse down on the vanity counter then looked at my reflection. “What the hell are you doing Alexandra?” I asked myself as I looked from side to side into the mirror, checking I was alone, while at the same time my fingers clutched the hem of my skirt and started pulling it up my thighs.

“Taking my panties off like he just ordered.” I replied to my reflection then grinned as the naughtiness of what I was doing filled my mind. Leaving the house without underwear on at all didn't seem to bother me, but for some reason, removing my panties in public was having an effect on me.

Fearing I might be caught in the act by someone coming in, I gathered my purse and headed into one of the stalls, then closed and locked the door. Blessed now with a modicum of privacy, I hiked my skirt up to my waist, slipped out of my shoes then drew my pantyhose down my legs and removed them. With my underwear now fully accessible I quickly tugged them down my legs, to my dismay discovering they were now quite damp in the crotch. Once shed, I stuffed my panties into my purse then set about putting my hose back on.

Dressed seemingly respectably again, I stepped from the stall then moved back to the vanity counter and looked into the mirror, a guilty grin forming on my face as I saw my cheeks flush with color. Barely five seconds later, I heard the door opening and quickly turned on the faucet as another woman entered. I offered her a polite smile as I went through the motions of washing my hands and dried them, then made my way out of the restroom and headed back to where Sir was sitting at our outdoor table.

“You, are wicked!” I giggled when I resumed my seat, my face infusing with even more color as I smiled brightly across the table at Sir.

“How so?” he replied almost nonchalantly, his own face filling with a teasing grin, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

“You know exactly what I'm talking about.” I responded, my mood decidely more light hearted now than it had been when I sat down.

“So, you did it then huh?” Sir questioned, raising an eyebrow.

“Uh huh.” I grinned like the Cheshire cat back at him.

“Show me.” he then declared, giving me another order.

If I was feeling confident and proud that I'd gone through with his demand I was swiftly brought crashing back into reality at his latest demand. My grin dissipated far more quickly than it appeared and I pondered how to facilitate proving to him that I'd done his bidding. I moved from my seat and took up the one to his left, then angled it towards him and parted my legs, then began drawing my skirt up my thighs, thankful at that moment I'd chosen the kerbside of our outdoor booth from which to perform my brazen display.

Inch by inch my skirt rose until the wide dark bands at the tops of my stockings, and the satin ribbons on the ends of my garter straps were peeking out below the hem of my skirt. I blushed furiously as I kept drawing my skirt up, hoping Sir would soon give me some kind of signal to let me know he could see my pantiless pussy.

“Let's do it the easy way. Shall we?” Sir winked at me as he got a good eyeful of my exposed stocking clad thighs, then he tapped his left index finger on the table top. “Show me the panties.” he then commanded.

Once more the mature man I'd headed to meet for breakfast found a way to make me stare at him wide eyed and open mouthed. My jaw worked up and down, trying to protest, but the words remained in my head and didn't find their way to my tongue. As I sat there trying to digest just how humiliating it would be for someone to spy me putting my panties on the table, Sir leaned across and placed his hand on my exposed right thigh.

“I've seen your pretty pussy before Monica.” he said softly, his words barely carrying to my ears. “In and out of pantyhose. I've fucked it a few times also.” he continued in his soft commanding tone. “This time, I want to see the panties you removed for me.” he then added before his hand slid higher on my thigh, clasped the hem of my skirt and drew it back down to a more modest and respectable length.

I gulped at Sir's assertiveness and calmness as he demanded to see my removed underwear. I looked from side to side up and down the street either side of where we sat then reached for my purse. I laid it on the table facing towards him then while again checking for anyone being able to see what I was doing, unfastened the clasp on it and opened it, revealing the red lace underwear I'd taken off in the ladies room a few minutes earlier.

“Give them to me.” Sir then demanded.

Once again my eyes widened like saucers and my mouth gaped in disbelief, yet for some reason, my shock and embarrassment were overcome by the wanton betrayal of my body. More of my cunt crème leaked from my throbbing needy slit and mostened the tops of my thighs above my stocking tops as I turned the opening of my purse back to face me.

I wanted to protest about Sir's demand. Surely seeing my underwear was evidence enough that I'd complied with his order? Yet for some reason, I felt strangely compelled to further publicly  embarrass myself and put on a show for the man seated beside me. I reached inside my purse and bunched the sodden red lace into my hand then withdrew it and held it out towards Sir, offering him the underwear clutched tightly in my fist.

“Put them here.” Sir responded, his left index finger tapping the table top as if he was doing it to try and gain my attention.

“Please?” I whimpered softly, leaning towards him and resting my tightly closed fist on his forearm, hoping he'd spare me the indignity of placing my underwear on the table top where anyone passing could see it.

“Put them here.” Sir repeated as he looked into my eyes while still tapping his finger on the tabletop. “Now.”

The determination in Sir's gaze as he looked deeply into my eyes told me I wasn't getting away from the table without making a presentation to him of my underwear. Again I looked from side to side, checking out the movements of the people in both directions as they made their way up the sidewalk. I willed the passersby to move faster and when I decided the coast was clear, I uncurled my fingers and let the damp red lace fall from my grasp onto the table top.

“Good girl.” Sir smiled warmly at me when finally I let my panties tumble from my fingers onto the table top. “That wasn't so hard now, was it?” he then asked as he winked at me. I shook my head silently in agreement with him as I fet a sudden throbbing in my ebony nylon covered crotch. “Andy's never made you do that. Has he?” Sir asked. Again I shook my head to confirm his inquiry. “Next time, you don't get the luxury of going to the ladies room.” he then declared, his words bringing another pang of desire to my loins and drawing a low throaty moan of desire from my throat.

I gnawed at my bottom ip with my teeth while Sir spoke of there being a next time for me to remove my panties in public, and that I'd not be afforded the benefit of even the semi privacy of the restroom.“What makes you think we'll be doing something like this again?” I finally asked, clenching my thighs together tightly as I crossed my legs after taking several seconds to regain my composure and fill myself with false bravado.

Sir was silent for a long time after I asked my question. I tried to sit still and be patient, but couldn't and instead for reasons known only in my subconscious I started fidgeting, and crossing and recressing my legs, desperately trying to quell the fire building inside me, praying the chaing need between my legs would subside.Finally, after fraining what was left of his glass of tea he replied.

“Well, you're here while your husband's away camping with your twin boys, and you just removed your panties at my instruction. Isn't that sufficient grounds to believe you'll be wanting to do this again?” he said calmly and pointedly while managing to maintain a look of casualness about himself. “Or should I also toss in the multiple self bondage sessions and orgasms resulting there from last night, and the fact that your cunt is creaming right now in anticipation of what I'm going to do to and with you after we leave this table?” he then added while staring straight into my deep brown eyes. “Plus, you have no plans for the weekend.” he then added almost flippantly.

I blushed profusely at the truth behind his words,. Indeed, I had no plans for the weekend other than being Sir's slut to use and abuse as he pleased. The inference in his statement that at some stage in the future I'd somehow manufacture a way to again be with him while Andy took the boys away somewhere made my blushing intensify. Finally, I smirked to myself for a moment about just how right he might possibly be then responded to his statement teasingly. “Might I ask what plans you've made for me for this weekend?”

“You may ask.” Sir laughed in response to my quip before he picked up his own goblet of water and drank from it. “Until you turned up, I hadn't made any.” he then added, my face forming into a slight scowl at the innuendo behind his words that he'd not expected me to actually turn up to meet him. “But now that you're here, let's just say, you won't be disappointed.” he then added confidently, grinning brightly as he gestured to my plate and what was left of my now cold breakfast. “Done?”

I looked at my plate, pondered for a moment trying to eat the rest of the delicious meal Sir had invited me to share with him then nodded my head. “Yes, thank you.” I replied politely. Question asked and answered, Sir rose from his chair, took enough money from his wallet to pay for our meals as well as leave a sizeable tip, then stepped behind me and took hold of the frame of my chair. “Let's go.”

“Where?” I asked looking over my shoulder and tilting my head back slightly as I strained to look at him before I rose to my feet.

“Where would you like?” Sir responded simply, his question once again putting the ball in my court as I rose and stepped away from the table then took his arm.

I looked blankly at him for a few moments as his simple answer sank in along with what  the ramifications of my next words would mean. I turned and looked away from him, my head moving in all directions as I gazed up and down the street. I gnawed at my bottom lip with my teeth again for a moment, the gesture showing my indecisiveness then finally flashed him a brilliant, beaming shameless smile. “Your place.” I declared eagerly, my heart racing as once again my mind filled with a myriad of images of what lay in store for me while I looked up at him hopefully.

Sir smiled and nodded his head in reply then gestured down the street towards my waiting vehicle. “Thank you!” I exclaimed huskily then pulled my arm from his, threw both arms around his neck, pushed up onto the balls of my feet and kissed him full on the mouth, not caring this time about the public spectacle I was creating or the attention I was drawing to myself. When I broke the kiss, I looked sheepishly at him then wiped the cherry colored gloss from his lips with the pad of my thumb. I took his arm again and rested my head against his shoulder while a contented smile lit up my face. When we resumed walking to where I'd parked my car, a soft purring moan emanated from my throat as my mind filled once again with thoughts of just how perfect the weekend was going to be.