Author's Note: I wrote this story to flesh out a fantasy where a guy meets a submissive girl who is aggressively looking for a man to dominate her. It grew far beyond my initial inspiration but I am very happy with how the story turned out. I hope you enjoy it. I have a lot of ideas left for a sequel that I hope to share some day.

Chapter 1

I'm not the sort to cheat on my girlfriend. In the past whenever I have felt the need to be with another woman I always ended my relationship first. That's how I felt tonight. I was sitting home alone with the TV remote in one hand and my softening dick in the other. I don't have anything bad to say about my girlfriend Tanya. She is beautiful, kind, hard working and motivated. Right now she's taking night classes to get a management promotion at work. In a few hours she'll come home, eat the food I made hours ago for dinner, and crawl straight into bed.

When Tanya started taking night classes I tried to be supportive by picking up her half of the chores. After her fulltime job, her classes and homework she didn't have time or energy for cleaning and grocery shopping. She didn't have time or energy for going out or even sex.

I cleaned up the soiled tissues and wandered into the kitchen to grab a beer. There wasn't any beer in the refrigerator. "Screw it, I'll go to a bar, I'm sick of being home alone." I got dressed and combed my blonde hair with my fingers. "I need a haircut."

The nearest bar was a few blocks away. They always had a good crowd and loud music even in the middle of the week and more importantly cheap strong drinks. I felt the rhythm of the music in my chest as I walked in the door. The bouncer recognized me and nodded. I shouldered my way to the bar and held up two fingers. The bartender brought me two whiskey sour and I paid in cash. I downed the first one in a few gulps, and took the second with me to the dance floor.

Several couples and a pair of college girls were dancing. Fortified by the drink I approached the girls and asked if I could join them. They laughed and said no, they weren't looking to go home with anyone. I didn't mind, I just wanted to get buzzed and have a good time. I danced by myself and scanned the room for any women who looked interested.

When my drink was empty I returned to the bar for another. I signalled the bartender and asked for a beer. A woman I hadn't seen before shouldered in next to me waving for the bartender. Short with medium dark hair and largeish breasts pushed up by a leather corset, she was a stunning sight. I smiled at her and asked if she would like to dance and to my delight she agreed. I told her my name was Eric and learned her's was Casey, I couldn't hear much else because the music was so loud.

We danced a few songs and drank a few drinks. I was starting to feel unsteady and my bladder was full. I leaned in close and shouted "I have to go to the bathroom!" Casey followed me to the bathroom and tried to follow me inside. I stopped her and said I would be right back. She just laughed and pushed me inside and locked the door behind her.

The sound of the music was suddenly quiet but my ears were still ringing. "Hey just let me piss and I'll buy you another drink." Casey didn't respond, she just threw her arms around my neck and roughly kissed me. My alcohol soaked brain took a second to process what had just happened. I tried to push her away but lost my balance and fell heavily on the tiled floor.


Chapter 2

I awoke with a tremendous headache and the morning sun glaring into my eyes. I sat up and reached for my cell phone on the nightstand but it wasn't there. The whole night stand wasn't there because I was in a strange bedroom. I checked my jeans for my cell phone but I was naked and my cell phone was nowhere to be seen. Somehow that girl had taken me from the bar to ... here? stripped me, bathed me, and put me in bed. Where am I? Where is she? What's going on? I stood up quickly and felt dizzy. On the dresser was a pitcher of water and a glass. I helped myself, knowing the best cure to a hangover is hydration. I felt like I had been punched in the head by a prize fighter.

The bedroom door opened and Casey walked in with a laundry basket under her arm. "I washed your clothes for you. I'll make you breakfast once you're dressed." I nodded dumbly, too confused to reply.

I got dressed and followed my nose to the kitchen where Casey was putting the finishing touches on breakfast. Fried bacon and a sunny side egg. She set the small meal before me along with a tall glass of orange juice. "I'm sorry I don't have more food, I wasn't expecting guests."

At this point my brain was working well enough to know this story didn't make sense. "Um Casey? Thanks for breakfast and everything. But I'm confused. How did I get here? What happened last night?"

She looked like she was going to cry. "I'm sorry!" She wailed. "I panicked last night when I knocked you down in the bathroom. You hit your head and passed out but you weren't bleeding so I called a cab and brought you home. The driver helped me bring you inside. I'm so sorry!" She bawled, tears flowing freely now.

I can't stand women crying. "Hey there don't cry. It's OK. I'm not mad. I just need my cell phone so I can call my girlfriend and my boss. Oh god Tanya, how am I going to explain this?"

Casey looked on the verge of tears as she unplugged my phone from a charger on the kitchen counter. "I sent a text to 'boss' saying you were sick and to 'honey' saying you went to a bar and crashed at your friend's house." I looked at the text messages on my phone. Neither my boss or Tanya seemed upset in their replies. I started to relax a little and took a deep drink of juice.

"I didn't know you had a girlfriend. Tell me about her?" Casey prompted.

I smiled thinly at the thought. "Her name is Tanya. We met about two years ago and I moved into her apartment almost a year ago. She is a night student at the college which is why I was at the bar alone. She's pretty and kind and hard working and I don't love her anymore." There I finally admitted it out loud. "Since she started taking night classes we never spend any time together. We rarely have sex." I trailed off.

Casey looked at me but said nothing. I continued, "It's not her fault. She wants a real career, but she can't afford to stop working while she goes to school so all her time is work, school, homework. There is no time left for me. Am I being selfish?"

"I don't think you're selfish. I'm the selfish one." I wrinkled my brow, confused by what she said. "I'm selfish because now I know you have a girlfriend and I want to fuck you anyway."

I sat in quiet disbelief. There was no denying this girl was attractive even in shorts, an oversized t shirt, unbrushed dark hair, tear streaked cheeks and red eyes. She took my silently eyeing her as encouragement. Casey slid my phone closer to me and whispered, "Call her and break up and I'll let you do anything you want to me." She leaned in so I could see down the neckline of her shirt. She was not wearing a bra, her breasts enticing my desire. If I hadn't masturbated just last night I would have jumped her right there on the dining room table. Even so my dick strained hard against my jeans.

My heart was pounding as I picked up the phone and dialed Tanya's cell. I knew she was working today and would not be able to return my call until lunch time. A rush of shame filled me that I would break up over voicemail. "This is Tanya, leave a message. BEEP." "Hi Tanya, this is Eric. I had a rough night out and had to sleep it off at my friend's house. Let's meet for lunch, I'll pick you up. Bye."

Casey squeezed her breasts through her shirt and smiled seductively. "Are you sure you don't want this?" She purred.

"Casey, I barely know you but I do want you. I'm about to break up with my girlfriend for you. I just can't do it with a voicemail. Will you be here this afternoon?"

"I'll be here waiting." She promised.


Chapter 3

Tanya was waiting for me outside the retail store she worked at noon. She got into my car and kissed me on the cheek. I drove toward a burger place we liked. As we parked I said, "We hardly get to spend any time together anymore. I'm glad you could have lunch with me today." She made an agreeable noise but didn't say anything else.

We placed our order and sat down outside to wait for our food. We made small talk, how was your day, did you have fun at the bar and etc. The food came and we ate mostly in silence. My heart was pounding as I knew I had to tell her the bad news. Tanya finished her food and swallowed some soda. "Look Tanya. I'm not happy anymore. I want to break up."

The color drained from her face. "You're breaking up with me? No! Whatever it is, let me fix it! Are you cheating on me? Who is she?" She started to cry. My urge was to hug her and comfort her, but that would be unwelcome right now.

"I'm unhappy because we have no sex life and you are too tired to do anything together. It's not your fault we just have different goals. I'm going to move out this weekend."

I dropped her off at work but the trip was an emotional blur for both of us. She walked back to work trying not to break down in tears. I drove back to our apartment and packed a bag with some clothes and other necessities, then drove toward Casey's house. As my emotions started to calm down I noticed details I had not seen this morning. Casey lived in a rich neighborhood. Large old trees, large old houses, and nice cars parked in driveways. I pulled up to her house and noticed it was two stories with two large chimneys and brick siding. There was no car in the driveway but the garage appeared large enough for three cars.

Does she live here alone? I wondered. I parked my modest coup in the driveway and collected my thoughts. My penis was urging me to forget everything and rush inside while my mind was forming a list of questions like where was I going to live? How would we separate the furniture we bought together over the last year? My penis won out and I walked to the front door with my duffel bag. I knocked and there was no answer. I rang the doorbell and silence. I double checked the address and it was correct. The door was locked so I looked around for a hidden key. Under the door mat I found an envelope with a note and a key. I opened the door and read the note.

"Dear Eric. This is your key, the security code is the date we first met. The room you slept in last night is yours. Make yourself at home and go upstairs when you're ready to see me. Hugs and kisses, Casey."

A key and my own room? My head was spinning from how fast this was moving. I put my duffel on the bed and took off my shoes. There was an attached bathroom where I washed my face and combed my hair. I washed my cock and balls with soap and warm water. A lady deserves that consideration. I tucked a condom into my pocket and looked for the stairs.

"Casey? I found your note. Thanks for the key." I called out as I walked up the stairs. Still no answer. The stairs opened to a large living room with couch, TV and a porch overlooking the street. A set of double doors at the far side of the room led into the master bedroom. I opened the doors and gasped. Casey was lying on her back nude. Her arms and legs stretched to the corners of the bed by leather cuffs and sturdy looking straps. A large ball gag was in her mouth and a blindfold over her eyes. Casey's glorious tits were laying left and right on her chest, her nipples were small pink and puffy. Her pubic hair was neatly trimmed leaving her pussy exposed toward the doorway.

My heart was beating like a drum. I was aware of the bondage fetish but had never been exposed to it before. "Wow you are so beautiful." I said. She didn't answer, or respond at all. I realized she was wearing earplugs in addition to the blindfold and gag. She didn't know I was here yet. I went to the side of the bed and removed the gag from her mouth. She flinched in surprise. "Eric?" She asked with a note of uncertainty. "I wanted you to see me like this. What do you think?"

I pulled the ear plugs out and said to her. "This is amazing. You look so hot."

"I did this for you. I want you to fuck me when I'm blind deaf dumb and tied at your mercy. I want to be..." I stuffed the gag back into her mouth cutting off her response. The ear plugs went back in and I stepped off the bed. She made muffled sounds into the gag and moved seductively as much as the tight restraints would allow.

I stripped naked, slipped a condom onto my aching hard member and entered her offered pussy. Fucking a girl who could not move, speak or hear was a completely new experience for me. I couldn't tell what she liked and she could only move her hips a little to meet my thrusts. The muffled grunts and moans from Casey made a wet sound as she drooled into the gag. I was surprised to find the sound was erotic to me. I slowed my pace to delay my onrushing orgasm but she gyrated her hips even faster and I let out a long gasp as my body stiffened and my hot seed filled the tip of the condom. Casey's wet muffled cries were getting more urgent as she continued to grind her hips in the short fast up and down motion that the restraints allowed.

Her short cries merged into one long gurgling scream as her body shook with pleasure. I pulled the gag out as the scream subsided. She spit out drool and took a huge shuddering breath. "Thank you ... master" she breathed.

Master? I didn't like the sound of that but I was too spent to argue. Besides she was still wearing earplugs. I pulled out of her and rolled over. The straps were fastened with carabiner clips that were too far from the fingers to be removed by the wearer, but easy for anyone else to remove. I released her feet and hands and lay down beside her. To my surprise she did not remove the cuffs, blindfold or earplugs. She just lay her head on my chest and relaxed.

I held her cuddle for a few minutes until questions began to surface in my mind. I rolled her off me and pulled the earplugs and lowered the blindfold to her neck. "Casey?" "Mmmhmmm?" "Why did you call me master?"

She opened her beautiful brown eyes and looked deep into my stare. "I want you to be my master." As if that explained everything.

"I want to be your boyfriend." I replied.

She lowered her eyes and nodded. "I want that too ... Eric." I felt like she wanted to say master but didn't want to offend me. She raised her eyes again. "Can I cuddle some more?" I extended my arm and she lay her head over it on my shoulder and wrapped her leg around my waist.


Chapter 4

I must have drifted off to sleep because the sun was low on the horizon when I opened my eyes. Casey was gone and I was under the covers of her bed. I dressed, cleaned my face in the luxurious master bathroom and walked downstairs to find Casey. We needed to talk. I found her in the kitchen dressed in a light yellow sun dress cooking some thin sliced meat and vegetables. "Eric!" She shouted when she noticed me. "I was going to come wake you in a few minutes. I hope you like stir fry. I'm starving, I haven't eaten since breakfast."

"It smells delicious. Do you have anything to drink?"

"Look in the fridge, there is iced tea or beer. Cups are in that cupboard next to the sink." I took the pitcher of iced tea and poured two tall glasses.

I checked my phone and felt bad when I saw two missed calls and a voicemail from Tanya. The voicemail was long and tearful and hard to listen to. When it was finished I deleted it and considered calling her back. Just then Casey called out, "Dinner is ready!"

I joined her in the dining room where she served me a steaming plate of rice, vegetables and pork in a spicy gravy. We ate mostly in silence, the food was very good. Casey finished first. "What that your ex?" She asked.

I swallowed and nodded. "Yes. Breakups are hard and she's really upset."

"How do you feel?" She asked.

"Guilty. I feel guilty for feeling so distant from her. I feel guilty for moving out of one bed right into another. I feel guilty that I feel so happy. Like giddy happy excitement that I met you."

Casey smiled. "I'm glad to make you happy. Is there anything I can do to make you happier?"

"Help me understand." I said. "Help me figure out why I broke up with my girlfriend, moved in with a near total stranger and had the most incredible kinky sex with her all in less than 24 hours. Is this real? It feels like a dream it's moving so fast."

"It is real. I hope it feels like a good dream. Truth be told, I went to the bar looking for a booty call. When we danced I knew I wanted it to be your booty. I was so horny I was going to blow you right there in the restroom then take you home and fuck our brains out. Then I knocked you over and hit your head. I'm so so sorry."

"Just help me understand about you. I barely know you, but you put yourself out there for me to do whatever sick thing I could think of. Is that how you treat all your boyfriends?"

She looked hurt at the accusation. "I know it wasn't smart but I was so horny I couldn't think straight. Since I was a little girl my fantasies have been about being tied up and helpless. Whenever I was home alone I practised tying myself up. I only had a few boyfriends. When I tried to talk to them about it they weren't interested or were cruelly interested and I had to break up with them." She shrugged. "I hope you don't think I'm a nut case?"

"Everyone is allowed to have their fantasies. Yours can be dangerous in the wrong hands though. What about this house? Are you sure you want me to live here? I don't know if I can afford my half of the rent. This is a pricey neighborhood."

She giggled. "My parents bought it when my older brother moved here to go to college. I moved in right after he moved out. I don't pay rent but you can pay me rent with services rendered." She giggled again and winked.

My head was spinning. New girlfriend with new kinks and absolutely loaded. I never had much money before, enough to live but never an excess. I extended my hand, "I agree to your terms miss Casey." We both laughed.

It was a beautiful late spring evening and we sat in the backyard drinking a bottle of sparkling wine. "You look beautiful in that dress Casey." I remarked.

"And you look pretty fine through this glass of wine Eric." She peered at me through the bubbling liquid in her glass and laughed. "You didn't have to wear a condom you know. I have an implant and I'm clean."

"Well why didn't you tell me before?" I laughed at my little joke. "I was exclusive with Tanya, and we were both tested last year. I'm clean too. I will ride you bareback tonight!" I declared a little too loudly for outside conversation.

"Eric!" She protested. "What will the neighbors think?"

"We better go inside or they'll know for sure!"

She laughed and ran inside. I paused to grab the wine and glasses and lock the door behind me. Upstairs in the bedroom I once again found Casey nude and self bound waiting for me. I set the wine and glasses down on the dresser. She was bent over the footboard of the bed, ankles spread wide and bound to each bed post. Her ass and pussy proudly presented toward the door and her arms stretched out by long straps to the posts at the head of the bed. This time she wore no blindfold or gag. She laughed and wiggled her butt enticingly at me.

"How did you do that so fast?" I asked in amazement.

"Years of practice tying myself up with panty hose at my parent's house. Whenever I had the house to myself I would strip down tie myself up and fantasize about being captive."

"Did you ever get caught or unable to untie yourself?" I was burning with curiosity.

"I did get caught by the maid once. Panty hose is dangerous. The knots got too tight and I couldn't untie them. I was stuck in my bedroom for hours until the maid came to clean the house. She cut me loose and I made her promise not to tell anyone. I was so embarrassed, but also so turned on. When I heard her come into the house I struggled so hard to get free. That was the first time I came and I wasn't even touching myself. Just straining my muscles so hard. After that I kept a pair of scissors under my bed. I could reach them if I needed to free myself."

I was stroking myself gently through my trousers, standing where Casey could see my arousal. "What about now? Can you free yourself right now? Could you have freed yourself earlier today if I hadn't returned?"

She frowned. "No more twenty questions please? Let's fuck!"

I took a sip of wine and said nothing. Casey sighed in resignation. "Yes and no. I can't reach the carabiners once the straps are tight and scissors wouldn't work because I can't reach the strap to cut it. The straps tighten automatically from reels hidden in the posters. They have a custom timer before they automatically release and they release instantly if the smoke alarm or house alarms go off."

"Very clever. Where do you get technology like that?" Another sip of wine.

She rolled her eyes but answered without objection. "The four poster bed frame is sold by a local company Leather, Steel and Irons. I discovered them advertising at a job fair at the college."

"Do they think many college students have the income to buy something like that?"

Casey struggled and shook her ass to entice me. I refilled my wine glass and continued to rub my dick through my pants. "Argh! No they were looking to hire cheap engineers, not selling anything. I saw their catalog and looked them up online. Fuck me please?" Her voice had a whiney quality now and she was giving me puppy dog eyes.

I offered her a sip of wine which she accepted. I took the wine into my mouth and kissed her. Casey sucked the wine eagerly from my mouth and continued to kiss me deeply after she swallowed. "I imagine you have many other toys to enjoy don't you?" She nodded toward the dresser with the wine and smiled wickedly. In the top drawer I found underwear and an assortment of bras. The second drawer had socks and tank tops, the third jeans and fourth shorts and swimsuits. The bottom drawer was a jackpot. It was filled with more sex toys than I could name. I would explore this treasure later. For now I grabbed a blue cock and balls shaped vibrator from the top of the pile. It was bigger than me, but not extremely large.

It slid easily into Casey's snatch and buzzed to life when I flipped the switch. Casey instantly reacted by pulling her knees together as far as she could and crying out. I saw the speed was at maximum so I adjusted it down to just under half. At that level Casey seemed to be enjoying it rather than enduring it. I positioned myself on the floor between her legs with a nice close up view of the penetration and kissed her tiny rosebud clit. My mouth and tongue gently stimulated her clit while the vibrator toyed with the pussy lips and the deepest part of her vagina. I was sure the vibrator alone would eventually bring her off so I patiently kissed caressed and sucked on the clit enjoying her taste and the sounds of her pleasure.

"How are you doing Casey? Do you want me to stop?" I teased.

"Oh god no please! I'm going to cum." She begged. She moaned louder when I slowed the vibration one level. "Oh please oh please don't stop. I need you to make me cum!"

I turned it up two steps to half power. She started moaning loudly and pumping her hips. I had to take my lips away from her clit or my head would be slammed against the foot board. I pressed the vibrator harder into her vagina and the loud moans turned into a scream that went until she ran out of breath. Her legs were shivering with the strain of the orgasm as I turned the vibrator off. She sucked in air trying to catch her breath.

When at last she was relaxed I pulled the blue vibrator out of her soaking sex. Casey let out another shuddering breath and collapsed against the restraints. I stood up behind her, unzipped my pants and eased my rigid manhood out. I pushed into her easily and she raised her head to look back at me. I grabbed her by the waist and began vigorously pumping against her pussy. She moaned and pushed back to meet me as well as she could in her exhausted state. I had no patience to delay my orgasm. I spent myself inside her and collapsed over her naked back to catch my breath.

I finally stood up when my cock softened and slipped out of her. Going around to her front I kissed her and smiled. "I'll be right back." She just smiled and nodded.

I walked to the bathroom on weak legs and had to sit down to pee. After washing my hands and my manhood I walked back and released her gently from her bonds and helped her stand up. She disappeared into the bathroom and I lay exhausted on the bed.

Some time later I awoke urgently needing to pee with Casey's head on my chest and leg wrapped around my waist. It was dark outside and I couldn't see a clock to guess the time. I gently rolled her off of me and ventured to the bathroom. I peed and even put the seat down, then I brushed my teeth and drank from the faucet. I stood in the doorway to the bathroom watching Casey sleep and wondering about my life and this weird wonderful girl that stumbled into it. I went downstairs to my room to sleep instead of returning to her big bed.

Chapter 5

The next day was Friday. I got early, showered and got dressed for work. On the kitchen counter I found a sack lunch and a travel mug of coffee with a note. This girl loves to write notes. "Dear Eric, I went to the campus early this morning to meet my professor about yesterday's lecture notes. I made an extra sandwich for you and there is a protein shake in the refrigerator for breakfast. I hope I didn't upset you last night. Why did you leave in the middle of the night? My cell # is on the back, text me! XOXO"

I left for work early, not quite sure how long the new commute would take. I arrived a few minutes early and put my lunch in the work refrigerator. The first half of the day was spent catching up on everything I missed from being 'sick' Thursday. Halfway through my lunch break I pulled out my phone and composed a text message to Casey. "Casey. Thanks for lunch! I'm not upset at all. I just thought I would be up earlier than you and didn't want to wake you. See you tonight!" It wasn't the whole truth but it was good enough. I was still unsure about how I felt about this light speed relationship. Why did sleeping in her bed feel strange to me?

The next text message was harder to write. In the end I simply wrote: "Tanya. I hope you are holding up alright. I need to come by and get my stuff and drop off my key. Is it OK if I do that after work?"

Her reply was icy. "That's fine. I'll be in class."

At the water cooler I saw my friend Matt. "Sup Eric? I hope you are feeling better." He took a joking step backward to quarantine me.

"I was taking care of some personal stuff. I broke up with Tanya."

"Oh shit man, I'm sorry. Is she OK? Are you OK?"

"She is all broken up and angry. It was her schedule Matt. We never had any time together anymore. I feel weird about it. I already hooked up with another girl. I've never been such a slut before. What was I thinking?"

"You dog you!" Matt offered a high five which I weakly returned. "Don't worry about it man. Only girls are sluts, a guy is just a stud!" Matt wasn't very enlightened. "What is she like?"

"She's great. She made me breakfast and lunch today. She's hot as hell, about so tall" I held my hand at about 5'7" "and has great boobs. Medium length brown hair. I think her parents are loaded, she's living in this huge house all by herself."

"Duuuude! You got a sugar momma. Milk that tit bro!"

I couldn't help but laugh at Matt's assessment. Typically Matt told me all about his relationships in vivid detail while I listened and encouraged him. Today it was my turn to tell a too crazy to believe story. "She's different Matt, in the sack she's different than anyone I've been with. She's kinky."

"Whoa man, like tie you up and stick her finger up your ass kinky? You can't let a bitch tie you up man or they'll stick all sorts of things up your butt."

"Yes and no. She was tied up and there was nothing in my butt. When I came over she had tied herself up waiting for me. It was surreal."

"That sounds fun bro. What's your worry?"

"This is all moving so fast. She gave me a key and asked me to move in. I don't know how to be kinky, I don't even like to talk dirty. She called me ... master."

"Ha ha OK maestro. Don't fuck this up man. I read about this BDSM stuff online. A whole lifestyle with codewords and power structures and a whole spectrum of kink. It's a minefield. So she wants you to be her master but at the same time she's calling all the shots. It's her house and her choice of how to have sex and she's setting the pace. She wants to be a 'sub' but she's acting more like a dominatrix. You need to step up and be assertive or she'll get frustrated with you."

"How do I be a master?"

"Shit man, I don't know. Watch some bondage porn maybe?"

"Right... porn can teach me everything I need to know." We laughed and went back to our desks.

The rest of the afternoon crawled by. I couldn't focus on my work, all I could think about was Casey and how to handle this relationship.


Chapter 6

At 5:00 I left work and drove to my old apartment to retrieve my belongings. I packed all my clothes, my tools, and things I had owned before moving in with Tanya and left my apartment key on the table. At 25 everything I owned could fit inside my hatchback car. The drive to Casey's took about 20 minutes in the light evening traffic and I pulled up just after 7:00. I let myself in and called out "Honey? I'm home."

"On the back porch! Your dinner is sitting on a hot plate. Come join me." Came her distant reply.

Dinner was leftovers from the night before. "Thanks for dinner Casey." I sat down on the deck chair and began eating. "I hope you didn't miss much from your classes."

"Not too much. It's the end of review week. Finals start Monday. What did you do today?"

"I tried to catch up with support calls from yesterday. I haven't told you what I do for a living have I?" She shook her head. "I work for a security company doing support for surveillance systems. We have small business clients with a few cameras and a DVR on up to Federal prisons with phone and video conferencing recording and offsite storage of records." She let me ramble on talking about my day until I got to the end. "And I went to my old apartment to drop off my key and get all my stuff."

"Did you see her?" She seemed suddenly very unsure of herself.

"No. She was in class. Tanya is always in class." Casey relaxed a little and offered me some wine which I happily accepted.

"You didn't have to leave our bed last night." I was silent, trying to think how to respond. Casey continued, "I would like it if you stayed with me. I don't want you to leave me."

She seemed suddenly on the verge of tears. Instinctively I laid my hand on her knee in what I hoped was a comforting gesture. "Leave you? I thought you said I could move in. Will you help me bring my things inside and put them away?"

Casey nodded happily and got up right away. "Can I have your car keys? I'll take care of it while you finish dinner."

After dinner I brought the dishes inside and rinsed them in the sink before loading them in the dishwasher. Casey walked in with an armload of my clothes and put them in the laundry room. "Not even a suitcase Eric? Are you a caveman?" She teased.

Following her into the laundry room I discovered all my clothes in sorted piles on the floor. "Look Casey I appreciate your hard work but you aren't my servant. I'm a big boy, you don't have to do my laundry and everything."

"But I want to do things for you. I want to show you how much I love you. Now strip. Those clothes are smelly." I complied, giving her my shirts, pants and socks. "Boxers too you smelly boy." I gave her my boxers and told her I would go take a shower.

The hot water felt glorious washing away the sweat from the day. I lingered under the steamy spray relaxing my muscles. At last I got out and dried off but could not dress because all my clothes were being washed. I wrapped the towel around my waist and went looking for Casey. She was sitting on the couch in the family room reading from a notebook. "The first load will be out of the dryer in twenty minutes. I'm just studying for finals. If you want to watch TV I don't mind the noise." She pointed to the remote on the coffee table.

I sat down next to her and started mindlessly flipping channels. News, news, sports, romantic comedy, sitcom rerun, 200 channels and nothing worth watching. I left it on headline news and zoned out until I heard the dryer's alarm. "I got it." I put the dry clothes in the basket and moved the wet clothes from the washer to the dryer. To be sociable I took the basket into the family room to fold my clothes. While folding I found a warm pair of pajama bottoms and traded the cold wet towel for the warm from the dryer soft pants. "Nice view" she commented as I pulled them up and tied them at my waist.

An hour later the last load of laundry was in the dryer and most of my clothes were folded and put away. Casey put down her notebook and rubbed her eyes and declared, "That's enough studying for tonight. I can put in a few more hours this weekend and I will be ready."

"Are you taking classes during the summer term?" I asked hoping the answer was yes.

"No actually I already turned in two written finals so after I take two final exams on Monday I have to fly home to spend the summer with my parents. Shit I forgot about that. I'm so sorry."

I was crestfallen. I just met this girl and in a few days she's leaving for the whole summer? "Maybe I can come visit. Where do they live?"

"... Ireland."

"Ireland? But you don't have any accent."

"We're American, my Dad moved his company there a few years ago to shelter his income from taxes. I really don't want to leave now. Maybe they'll let me come back early when I tell them I have a boyfriend?" She sounded hopeful. "You can stay here, otherwise the house would just be vacant over the summer."

"OK thanks." It was unconvincing, I was still trying to process my world turning upside down again.

Her voice became quiet. "You'll be faithful to me won't you? I promise to be faithful to you. We can skype every day and I'll strip for you so you won't feel lonely. I won't even masturbate unless you want me to on camera." She trailed off.

Is it worse to say nothing or to say the wrong thing? The words wouldn't come for me, I closed my eyes and tried to figure it out. Confusion and self pity battled in my thoughts. What just happened? I left my long time girlfriend who was too busy for me and moved in with a girl who was moving thousands of miles and multiple time zones away.

Casey continued to speak nervously. "What if I wrote up a contract where I promise to be exclusive to you, but you can see other people until I get back? Will you be exclusive to me once I return?"

That broke my trance. "Stop please. Wait. I need a second to absorb this." I motioned for a hug and she threw herself against my chest sobbing. I wrapped my arms around her and tried to think about the future. It would be hard to spend the summer alone. Three months wasn't forever, I had been single longer than that. But three months was still a long time. How could this be such a difficult choice after only knowing Casey for 48 hours. The more I thought about it the more I knew I had no choice. I wanted to have a future with Casey. "I know what I'm going to do." She looked up at me and held her breath. "I want to have a future with you. If that means missing you for three months then so be it. I am going to make the most of the next three days until I have to say goodbye to you."

She started sobbing again, but this time it was a happy sound. The buzzer from the dryer jolted me back to the present. "That's the last one. I'll be right back." Casey nodded and indicated that she was going upstairs to get ready for bed. After my clothes were folded and put away I turned off the downstairs lights and walked up to Casey's bedroom. She was in the master bathroom brushing her teeth wearing a pink silk robe that was a size too small for her. The lower curve of her bottom was just visible under the hem and her breasts threatened to spill out of the fold over. She saw me staring in the mirror and bent over to rinse her mouth. The robe slid up revealing most of her delicious round ass. She turned around and stretched her arms over her head. Her robe lifted up exposing her completely smooth pubic mound.

Did she shave or wax? I didn't know. My cock pitched a tall tent in the loose pajamas and Casey winked at me. Suddenly she ran and leapt into my arms. I braced myself and caught her thighs with my hands as she locked her legs around my waist, her arms around my neck, and her tongue in my mouth. Stepping backward until I felt the edge of the bed against the backs of my legs I collapsed on to the comforter. She yelped and braced herself with her hands, her legs now straddling my chest. The wet heat of her bare vagina pressed just below my ribs. Without taking my eyes off of her I untied the belt of her robe and she shrugged it off so it fell into a loose puddle on my belly.

She slid down my chest to grind against my erection through the flannel pajamas. The drama from a few minutes ago fueled the heat of our passion. I hardly felt the pain when her kisses turned into bites on my lips and her fingernails carved red scratches into my chest. Sliding her hips further down my legs she bit my nipples, then kissed my belly, then her teeth grasped the knotted string at my waist. First the pajamas and then my boxers she pulled them down to my ankles hanging off the bed. Circling the base of my scrotum with thumb and forefinger she eased the foreskin down with her other hand and took the exposed tip between her lips and moistened it with her tongue.

Leaning forward she let my penis ride over her tongue to the back of her throat and just a little farther. I felt dizzy with euphoria and just lay there trying to remember to breath. Moving her head up and down in short motions while tugging lightly with her fingers circling my balls brought me too quickly to the edge of climax. My whole body stiffened as the orgasm rolled through my body, from my balls to the tip of my cock, the sensation continued into my belly and up to my scalp. Casey choked a little as the cum hit her throat and my cock spasmed over and over. Raising up slightly she changed to a more gentle sucking and licking rhythm while softly massaging my balls. It was amazing, as if she were milking every last drop from me.

Finally Casey sat up and made a show of licking her lips and tugging her nipples out toward me. My eyes were wide and my breathing rapid. My erection was beginning to soften between my legs.

"That was incredible baby. Just amazing. Now I need a minute to recover so I can return the favor." She stepped off the bed and knelt on the floor with her eyes downcast. Confused, I sat up on the bed. "What's wrong Casey?"

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier about going away for the summer. I was so happy I forgot. If I have pleased master I hope you will punish me gently?"

My immediate reaction was to object to the master label and assure her it was OK but I remember what Matt told me hours earlier. "You need to step up and be assertive or she'll get frustrated with you." How do I respond like a ... a master? She gave me the first clue when she said, "If I pleased you."

Standing up from the bed I took a deep breath and responded with a laughable fake deep voice, "You did please me Casey. You pleased me very much." My mind scrambled for how to respond to her request to be gentle with punishment. My first thought was to say punishment was unnecessary but that didn't seem right. She was asking to be punished, only gently. Returning to my normal voice I continued, "I am very unhappy that you are leaving me for the summer. That is not very nice. Stand up and put your hands on the edge of the bed."

It all felt uncomfortable to me but Casey lept up and assumed the position I prescribed. "Would master prefer that I be restrained?"

"No. Part of your punishment will be to restrain yourself." She nodded. Before I could chicken out I swung my open palm and slapped her ass. She yelped and moved to cover herself but instantly realized it and put her hands back down on the bed. "That is one. How many do you think you deserve?"

"I deserve ninety. One for each day I will be gone." She said softly. "But I hope you will be merciful."

"You do deserve ninety. But I will only give you three more. One for each month." Smack! Her hands stayed on the edge of the bed that time. Smack! Smack! She took a deep breath and held her pose. I massaged her slightly reddened cheeks. "You can get up now." She wrapped her arms around me and hugged tightly. Her eyes were bright and she had a wide smile. I felt a little silly but she seemed satisfied.

That night I spent the whole night in her bed.


Chapter 7

The sun peeking in through the curtains awakened me. Casey was still sleeping quietly next to me. I got dressed and crept downstairs to make breakfast (never fry bacon naked). Eggs, toast with grape jelly a few strips of bacon and an orange split between two plates. I gathered forks and paper towels under each plate and took them upstairs. "I made you breakfast sweety."

The sleeping form stirred and opened her eyes. "You made me breakfast? I'm supposed to make you breakfast."

She took the offered plate and I grinned. "Who says you're supposed to make me breakfast?"

Her brow wrinkled then she shrugged. "Thank you for breakfast. You burned the toast." She remarked offhand.

"You're welcome." After breakfast she took the dishes downstair, still gloriously nude. I just enjoyed the view and stretched out on top of the covers.

A few minutes passed and Casey returned and announced she needed to take a shower and wanted to do some studying this morning. I went outside with a book to enjoy the warm spring morning. By noon it was getting hot so I marked my page and went inside. Casey's textbooks were sitting on the couch and the TV was quietly babbling in the background. "Eric are you hungry? I am making lunch." I followed her voice to the kitchen.

"I am. What do you need to do this afternoon?"

"Studying was the only thing I needed to do. Anything for you?"

"No, I was just reading a crime novel."

"Who did it?"

"I have no idea. I can never figure it out before the end. Do you need to start packing for the summer?"

"No. I have plenty of clothes at my parent's house. I just take my purse and my passport."

The refrigerator had a shopping list magnetically attached. I took it and wrote my skype username and tucked it into her purse. "Don't lose that." I admonished her.

Casey handed me a plate of tacos. "You know I thought of something I need to do before I go. I want to get some sound cancelling headphones for the long flight. Will you come with me to the mall?"

The mall was very crowded that Saturday afternoon. We made our way to a Radio Shack where Casey bought a nice pair of sound cancelling headphones, then sat in the food court and watched the people go by. Leaving the parking lot I prepared to get on the interstate when Casey pointed to the other side of the street. "I want to go there!" I fought my way across three lanes of traffic and into the parking lot for a small strip mall. "That adult store. I never felt comfortable going in alone but now I have you to protect me." She giggled.

Inside was brightly lit and clean. A few customers were browsing the DVD racks. The store clerk was a well dressed young man who politely inquired if we needed help finding anything. "We don't know what we want yet. Just looking around." The clerk nodded and assured us he was happy to help us find anything.

The brief glance into Casey's drawer of toys made me wonder what she was looking for. It seemed to me she must already had one of everything. We first browsed the selection of vibrators and dildos of various shapes and sizes, some realistic and others laughable. Next we looked at a wide variety of male masturbator toys, Casey laughed at my embarrassment when she suggested I would need a few pocket pussies to survive the summer. The variety of anal toys blew my mind. Latex fists the size of hulk hands, prostate massagers, beads, butt plugs. Matt's dire warning about bitches tying you up and sticking things up your ass came back to mind.

We moved into a section of the store with clothing. Mostly lingerie, but a few sexy outfits for men. Are those called lingerie also? Casey wasn't very interested in the underwear, claiming to have plenty already. Farther back there was a selection of latex and then leather growing progressively kinkier with full body latex suits and leather hoods, shoes that looked like horse hooves, straight jackets and the like. Casey lingered in this area, looking closely at several outfits. The leather outfits led into leather accessories like gags, whips and halters and steel handcuffs, nipple clamps and many things I couldn't identify by name or sight.

The kinky section ended and the lubricants and prophylactics began, finally ending in racks of DVDs and magazines. "Did you find anything you like?" I asked.

"A few things yea. Do you mind buying something for me? I'll pay you back, I just can't have this place show up on my Dad's credit card. I agreed and she ran back toward the leather. "No peeking. Go to the counter and tell the clerk you're paying!" She called out loudly. A nearby couple heard us and laughed.

Back on the interstate Casey was bouncing with excitement about her purchase, but refused to give any hints. I pulled into her driveway and we went inside. "Don't come upstairs for 20 minutes ok?" She dropped her shoes and purse in the entryway and took her brown paper bag wrapped treasure with her. I sat down in the family room and decided to read a chapter or two.

The first chapter was short and the second chapter was long. It was probably 35 minutes before I set the book down and went upstairs. The double doors from the upstair living room to the bedroom were closed, when I opened them my jaw dropped. Casey was kneeling in the middle of the bed facing the bedroom door with her arms in a single leather sleeve pulled tight behind her back to one of the tall posts at the head of the bed. Her shoulders were straining hard, pulled together from the elbows to the wrists. Her breasts jutted forward proudly, they were tugged away from her chest by a pair of chrome nipple clamps whose chain ran taut to one of the tall posts at the foot of the bed. A large rubber ballgag was between her teeth and her body was coated in sweat from maintaining the difficult position.

I immediately felt bad for not coming up right away at 20 minutes. Despite the guilt my pants felt suddenly tight as my penis sprang to life. "You are stunningly beautiful. Can you play or do you need to rest?" She nodded her head tiredly but her eyes were bright. Play!

Moving closer I lightly tapped the chain causing her breasts to vibrate slightly. She screamed into the gag. Her nipples must have been so incredibly sore. I ran my fingers down her sides to the hips and gently slapped her ass. She flinched but held firm against the arm sleeve rather than tugging against her tortured nipples. My fingers moved between her legs teasing her lower lips. I moved to where she could see me and licked her scent off my fingers. "Are you still OK?" Another nod.

"You are so amazingly hot right now. I want to take pictures of you. I promise I will never share them with anyone. If you ever want me to delete them I will. May I take pictures?" Her eyes were wide but she nodded slowly. I ran downstairs to retrieve my camera. Taking the stairs two at a time I ran back breathlessly. I snapped dozens of pictures of her beautiful pose made more exquisite by her exertion and suffering.

She was breathing heavily and starting to shake. She tried to shout something through the gag but only a desperate sounding mumble came through. That signalled to me she could endure no more so I set the camera down and released the strap holding her arms. Casey sagged forward and would have lost her balance had I not held on to the leather arm sleeve. "You need to sit up while I unclamp your nipples. Can you do that for me?" After a few seconds of heavy breathing she scooted her knees forward and straightened her back.

I knelt on the bed behind her, reaching around with both hands to release the spring loaded clamps squeezing her nipples. Unaware that the removing the nipple clamps is the most painful part of wearing them I was shocked when she screamed and collapsed into my arms. I unhooked the gag and pulled it from behind her teeth. "Are you OK?"

Drool was running down her chin and she was starting to shiver. I lay her down on her side so I could see how to remove the leather arm binder. "I'm OK." Her voice was soft but steady. "The nipple clamps hurt so much when you took them off and I am so tired from holding that position. I just need to rest. Can you hold me?"

"I just need to figure out how to remove this sleeve from your arms. How did you ever put this on yourself?"

"I'm OK. Just hold me please?" I rolled her over to face me and rested her head on my chest with my arm under her neck, encircling her with my embrace. Her leg rested on my unsatisfied erection and she murmured, "I love you."

I lay on my back stunned. No one except my mother ever said those words to me. I didn't know how to reply so I hugged her tighter and kissed her sweat messed hair.

Sleep would not come for me that night. My mind was turning over the last 72 hours trying to make sense of it but nothing in my experiences could compare to this incredible girl. I checked my phone and saw 04:15. She breathed softly, occasionally twitching in her sleep. Carefully I put her head on a pillow and sat up.

I needed to figure out how to remove that sleeve. The bedroom light was still on and I was able to get a good look at its design. It extended from her wrists to just above her elbows with laces between the arms to adjust the tightness. The laces ran inside the sleeve to a single sturdy strap that controlled their tension. That strap extended between the wrists ending in a D ring which when pulled tightened the laces and made the sleeve inescapable. She must had clipped that D ring to the automatic bedpost strap while wearing the arm binder loosely. When the bed post tightened the strap it pulled the armbinder tight and she was stuck waiting for me.

So the sleeve had been loose since I released her but she was too exhausted to wiggle it off. I pulled the arm binder off and set it on the floor. Pulling the sheets back I took her in my arms and lay her under the covers. I stripped to my boxers, turned the lights off and slipped under the covers with the girl I never dared to dream I would meet.


Chapter 8

Sunday morning dawned and noon came before I awakened. I was alone in bed and the house was quiet. A hot shower in the master bathroom cleared the cobwebs from my brain and a shave made me feel mostly civilized. Wearing only a towel I ventured downstairs to find Casey again studying diligently in the family room. "Good afternoon sleepy head!" She called out cheerfully. "Do you want lunch or breakfast?"

"Lunch please. How are you feeling?"

Casey set down her books and moved to the kitchen. "My shoulders and nipples are really sore." She admitted, holding her breasts through her shirt. "The nipple clamps and leather sleeve were what I bought last night. I didn't know what to expect but they were intense! Did you like it?"

"It was amazing. You were stunning all trussed up like that."

She beamed at the praise. "I'm sorry I fell asleep without giving you a blowjob. I meant to but I was so tired. Here's your sandwich."

"Thank you, let's eat outside." It was warm on the back porch, but not hot like the day before. We ate in silence and I soaked in the warmth on my bare chest. "What time is your flight on Monday?"

"It's an all night flight that departs at 9:00pm. The cab driver will pick me up at 6:00."

"No no, cancel the cab. I can drop you off."

"That would be great! Thanks!" She kissed me on the cheek and took the plates inside. A minute later Casey returned with two tall glasses of iced tea.

"What do I need to know about living here this summer? What if there is a fire, a flood, or a break in? What if the police think I am squatting here? Will the utilities be turned off?" A dozen more questions came bubbling out. I didn't have much time left to ask them.

Casey thought about it for a minute. "I don't want to explain our relationship to my Dad just yet. What if I told him you are a classmate who I asked to housesit for the summer? That way you get to live here legally."

"That sounds like a solid plan. Do you think he'll go for it?"

Instead of answering she picked up her phone and dialed. I only heard her side of the conversation but it sounded like it went well. "See you tomorrow Dad, I love you! He agreed. You can stay here and he'll even pay you to watch the house and handle any maintenance!"

"Wow that sounds great." I was relieved to be legitimate. At the same time it brought home the reality that Casey was leaving soon.

My somber mood showed on my face because Casey sat on my lap and kissed me deeply. "I'm going to miss you so much while I'm gone." She paused briefly and looked into my eyes. "Will you be faithful to me?"

"I will be faithful." I promised. She kissed me again and knelt on the wooden deck at my feet. Her hand reached under the towel I was still wearing from the shower and grasped my soft penis. As soon as it hardened in her hands she let it drop and pulled the towel open. Her warm mouth took my cock in and sucked it urgently. I groaned her name and closed my eyes.

My climax was getting close and I gently raised her head up. She looked at me questioningly. "It's a lazy Sunday. Do you think your neighbors are home?" I whispered in her ear. She shook her head no. I twirled my finger indicating she should turn around. Obediently she turned around, still on her knees. I pulled her shirt over her head and raised her to a standing position facing away from me. I bent her over the glass deck table and slid her shorts and panties down to her ankles. The back yard was completely enclosed by a tall fence but the adjacent houses were two stories. We were protected from ground level observers but a peeping neighbor from upstairs could be watching.

"Keep your tits touching the table. I want you to play with yourself while I watch." She nodded and reached between her legs. I spread the towel on the ground and lay on my back under the table looking up at Casey's breasts squashed against the glass tabletop. Slowly stroking myself to keep my erection hard but not to come, my girlfriend watched me masturbate while she diddled herself.

Casey was really getting into it, her eyes closed and her mouth open in a silent moan. "Stop!" Her fingers reluctantly stopped moving and she opened her eyes in a silent plea. I got up, moved behind her, and touched my stiff member to her vulva. I pushed into her, delighting in the heat and tightness of her vagina. "Now go!" I could feel her fingers frantically rubbing her clit while I slammed against her backside. I came first, quick spurts of cum filled her while I groaned through gritted teeth. Some of my seed spilled out to drip slowly down her thigh. Her breathing quickened and she threw her head back and let out a silent scream as her hips bucked up and down.

Casey's hand was still between her legs but no longer moving. When I pulled out of her more cum dripped out filling the space between the open petals of her pussy. I stepped back and sat down in the chair but Casey remained prostrate with her breasts on the table top and my come leaking out of her.

"Do you know how hot you are?"

"Mmmm I'm hot for you." She murmured.

"Come inside and shower with me." She took my hand and followed me upstairs. The shower in the master bathroom was old fashioned but large enough for two with a shower head on both sides. I wet my hair and body and stepped out to let Casey share the stream. She took a bottle of body wash from the shelf and squirted a generous amount on to a washcloth. She squatted down and took my softened manhood in her hands. She washed me gently under my foreskin, along my shaft and around my balls. Continuing between my legs and my butt cheeks and down my legs. A fresh washcloth and another dollop of body wash and she bathed my chest, back and arms. Lastly she massaged my scalp with shampoo and rinsed me head to toe.

I reached for a washcloth to bathe her in return, but she shook her head and pushed me out of the shower without a word. I dried off and went downstairs to get dressed. It was now early afternoon and I was well satisfied with food and sex so I relaxed on the couch and listened to the talking heads drone on about politics.

A short while later Casey came down the stairs in a pretty blue sundress and matching flats and purse. She announced she was taking me clothes shopping. I objected, stating that I had plenty of clothes.

"Sweetheart I saw your plenty of clothes Friday. You need my help."

Reluctantly I agreed and followed her into the garage. I realized I had never seen her car before. It was a beautiful white BMW Z4 convertible. The next thing I knew we were speeding down the back roads with the top down shouting over the wind. She drove the stick shift sports car like a pro, passing with confidence and taking sharp corners precisely.

In a short time we arrived in an upscale strip mall. Our first stop was a hair stylist who left most of my hair on the floor. I had to admit I looked more grown up with a short business like haircut.

Just across the parking lot was a boutique store whose name I couldn't pronounce. Inside a thin middle aged woman in a tailored suit dress and with a severe haircut approached us. It was instantly clear that Casey knew her. She described that I would need five outfits of business casual clothing and a three piece suit.

For the next two hours Casey and Nan played dress up with me trying on combinations of shirts, slacks, shoes and several different suits and ties. When they were at last satisfied I had half a dozen pants, twice as many shirts, a pair each of black and brown shoes and a striped gray suit with a white shirt and red tie. Casey finished a telephone call and came over to join us at the register. "Can you have all these tailored by 8:00 tonight?" Seriously? It was already after 5:00 on a Sunday.

"Certainly miss Belafonte. I will call you when they are ready." The final price made my mouth dry. I hadn't spent so much on clothes in the first 25 years of my life, let alone a single transaction. Now it made sense that they would stay late to get everything ready even on a Sunday night.

The sun was low on the horizon as we left the shop. "Casey... Thank you. I'm speechless."

"You're welcome. I wanted you to have a suit for tonight. I made reservations for a goodbye dinner. Now we have to run home so I can change. You'll get dressed here when we get back. Here! You drive." She handed me the keys.

My last car was a stick shift, but comparing an 80s Corolla to a year old Z4 is like comparing the ABCs to Shakespeare. I managed not to embarrass myself by stalling the car and before long we pulled into the garage as the sun set behind the hills. Casey went upstairs to get dressed and I did my best to clean up before dinner. I brushed my teeth, fixed my windblown hair, washed my face and shaved again then settled in on the couch to wait for Casey to finish getting ready.

I finished another chapter in my book and was just starting another when I heard her coming down the stairs. First I saw black high heels followed by beautiful white legs that went up to her tight red dress just above the knee. A few more steps and I could see the dress had short sleeves and an elegant bust line. She carried a tiny black hand wallet and no purse. Casey had curled her hair which bounced lightly at her shoulders with each step. Her makeup was subtle except for the alluring red lipstick that complimented the dress.

"You are so beautiful." Was all I could think to say.

Her elegance made a gentleman out of me as I rushed forward to open the passenger door for her. "Thank you Mr Johnson." She acknowledged me sweetly.

I put the top up on her convertible to preserve her beautiful hair and drove back toward the boutique. Nan unlocked the door for us and ushered me to the tailoring room. The suit fit perfectly but I struggled with tying the tie. Nan stepped in, "Allow me Mr Johnson." Her fingers expertly cinched the knot to my throat, fastened the buttons on the vest and coat and my transformation was complete. "Now you look like you deserve a lady like miss Belafonte." She observed quietly.

I wasn't sure if that was an insult or a compliment, but I felt like a million bucks. Walking back into the main part of the shop I spun around to show myself. "Casey what do you think?"

"You look great! You could shake the president's hand dressed like that. Our reservation is at 9:00, shall we go?"

In the car she input the address of the restaurant to the GPS and I followed the female voice to our destination. It was a fancy looking french restaurant. The dining area was dimly lit by candles at each table and waiters in tuxedos rushed about urgently. The Maitre d asked for the name on our reservation and Casey pinched my arm. "Uh Eric Johnson?"

She escorted us to a table in the corner by two large windows with a beautiful view of the city lights and handed me a menu. Inside was a bewildering selection of wines by the bottle and no prices listed. Casey leaned forward and whispered "Get any red. There is no bad wine here."

I picked the name of a vineyard I could pronounce and confidently told the waiter we would have a bottle of the Abrina Malbec.

Casey nodded subtly with a broad smile on her face.

Leaning forward I quietly said, "I feel like I'm in 'My Fair Lady.'"

She laughed out loud, stifling her humor as the waiter returned with the bottle and two glasses. "Would the lady care to taste first?" Casey graciously accepted the bottle, swirled the wine slightly, and took a sip. She smiled and nodded.

I mimicked the tasting ritual and the waiter left the bottle on the table after filling our glasses. The short menu was entirely in French and practically indecipherable. Casey saw my confusion and leaned in close. "The waiter will take my order first. When he turns to you say 'le meme, merci' it means 'the same, thank you.'" I practiced the pronunciation a few times and delivered my line when the waiter came for our order. He nodded slightly and departed.

"What did I just order?"

"Basically steak and potatoes. You'll love it I promise."

True to her word it was delicious. Steak and potatoes was such a mundane description for the tender juicy perfection set before me. I did my best to remember my lessons in table manners from when I was a boy. Napkin in lap, fork tines down in left hand, knife in right hand, elbows off the table. I managed to finish dinner without spilling on my magnificent new suit.

"Please pay for our dinner with this. Also they don't accept tips here" She handed me a silver colored credit card. They cleared away our dishes and brought the bill with dinner mints on top. I slid the card into the pocket and glanced at the total. Nearly $300 with only two entrees, one bottle of wine and no dessert. I whistled softly, amazed at this lifestyle.

With the bill paid I offered Casey my arm and escorted her to the car. Between three glasses of wine and high heels Casey was grateful to steady herself on my arm. I made the choice to have only a single glass of wine tonight so I would be completely safe to drive. Nevertheless I drove us home very conservatively. On arrival I helped Casey up the stairs to the bathroom and insisted she brush her teeth and drink lots of water. She checked her alarm and groaned something about drinking late on a school night.


Chapter 9

BEEP BEEP BEEP Casey's alarm was buzzing. "Go shower Casey. I'll make you a light breakfast." She nodded and stumbled toward the bathroom. I went downstairs and prepared a bowl of grits with a sunny side egg on top with grapes on the side. The coffee maker bubbled to life and I went back upstairs to see if the main shower was free.

Casey had a towel wrapped around her hair and was hopping up and down getting into her skinny jeans. Her breasts bounced delightfully against the plain flesh colored bra. "Good morning. Breakfast is on the counter and coffee will be ready in two minutes. Are you feeling ready?"

Casey smiled. "I'm ready. I actually feel really good after a shower. Thanks for making me breakfast."

She bounded downstairs and I stepped into the luxurious hot shower stream. when I went back downstairs she was already gone.

Shortly before noon my cell phone buzzed. A text message from Casey. "First final finished! My next one starts at 2:30. I'm just going to cram a little extra studying until then. Love you! XOXO"

"Good luck. See you tonight!" I replied.

At noon Matt was waiting for me at the refrigerator with a big smile on his face. "I see your sugar Momma is dressing you already!" He teased.

My thoughts had been dwelling on Casey's upcoming departure and long absence. "Uh yea, She insisted I needed new clothes." I explained briefly the story and how Casey would be gone the entire summer but I would be living in her house.

"Aw man that sucks. Don't bring any chicks back to the house bro, chicks can smell each other."

"Of course you would think I am going to cheat on her." I accused reproachfully.

"OK OK man. But you gotta admit it's weird to date a girl for four days and not see her again for three months."

"I know it sounds weird, but it feels right. This relationship feels right. We're going to skype." Skyping sounded lame to my ears but it was all I had.

"Ha ha Eric. You're falling for her head over heels. You must like that kinky shit."

"I'm surprised, but I love it. I was thinking I would spend the summer learning to tie ropes and then surprise her when she comes back."

"Wow you're serious about her aren't you?" His tone was suddenly serious.

"I really like this girl Matt."

"Good I'm really happy for you. It's going to be a long summer. Don't mess it up by cheating. I'll buy you a pocket pussy and some porn." His jovial attitude returned and he slapped me on the back.

At 4:30 my cell buzzed with a text message. "Last final is done! Heading home to prepare a surprise for you ;)"

"Congrats! I can't wait to see."

I left work as soon as the clock struck five and raced home as fast as traffic allowed. At 5:25 I pulled into the driveway and raced inside and bounded up the stairs. In the living room the TV was loudly showing a sitcom from the 70s. I flung open the double doors to the bedroom but it was empty. Confused I checked the bathroom and the closet but Casey wasn't there. I turned off the TV and walked back downstairs calling her name. The family room, laundry room and kitchen were empty as was the garage. I checked the other downstairs bedroom and lastly my own largely abandoned bedroom. Her eyes were peaking out from under the bed covers and she giggled, "Hi!" she shouted in a girlish voice.

I took on an exaggerated stern tone. "Casey. I looked everywhere for you. Why are you hiding down here?"

"Because I'm naked!" Came the giggled reply. "Wanna see?" She lept out of bed, truthfully naked, and jumped into my arms and locked her legs around my waist. I held her round bottom with my hands and squeezed. Her lips pressed against mine and her tongue ran down my throat. "I want to ride you one last time before I leave."

Still kissing I lay down on my back on the bed. She unpinned her legs from under my arched back and straddled my thighs. Casey pulled me upright and unbuttoned my shirt laying me back down. She leaned forward and pressed her breasts against my face, smothering my breathing with soft flesh. Without hesitation I motor boated her boobs. Casey laughed and propped herself up with her palms on my chest. "Silly boy." She taunted and shook her tits back and forth above me.

Grasping a breast in each hand I pressed them together and lightly pinched a nipple between each thumb and forefinger and pulled her back down to my mouth. Capturing a nipple in my lips I suckled greedily and gripped her hips grinding my slacks against her bare pussy.

Casey tried to pull her breast away from my mouth but I bit down lightly causing her to cry out. When I had enough I relinquished the breast and kissed her mouth again. She reached down to unzip my jeans, withdrawing my desperately stiff cock and impaling herself on it in cowgirl position. I relished the hot wet feeling from her sliding forward and back on my erection and was soon panting with desire. When I reached up she pressed her breasts willingly into my hands. Gently I twisted her nipples slightly and she moaned, increasing her pace. I tugged a little harder, making Casey gasp while her hips rubbed furiously over mine.

Casey arched her back, effectively tugging her own nipples and climaxed with a quiet scream. Releasing her nipples from my grip I hugged her shoulders and pulled her body parallel to mine. Bracing her shoulders I pumped my hips, aggressively humping her until my balls emptied into her willing body.

We lay embracing each other until our breathing slowed. Finally she broke the silence, "I need to go soon." I frowned but nodded in agreement. Casey took a quick shower and I put on another clean set of the clothes Casey bought me.

Shortly after 6:00 we pulled away from her house heading to the airport. We drove in silence, unsure what to say. Traffic was light and all too soon we arrived at departures. At the curb we shared a long and tight embrace. Finally I pulled away. "If you don't go now I won't let you leave. I'm going to miss you like crazy."

Blinking back tears she nodded. "I wish I could stay. I hate having to leave you for so long."

"Please call me when you land so I know you're safe. I'll be counting the days until you return."

Turning, she reluctantly walked into the terminal and disappeared from my sight. The drive back home seemed to take forever. Each red light and each slow moving truck irritated me. I stopped for chinese takeout on the way. Eating alone with the TV chattering for company I tried to relax and decide what to do tonight and for the rest of the summer.

I cleared the dishes and took the trash to the street for pickup Tuesday morning. There wasn't enough laundry to bother washing clothes, the kitchen and master bedroom were clean, the floors were clean, I didn't know what to do with myself. I decided to explore the house.

I was already familiar with the floor plan. Downstairs were, two small bedrooms and two bathrooms along with kitchen, dining room, family room, laundry room and garage. The upper floor had three spacious rooms, a living room with a balcony facing the front yard and street, a master bedroom with a balcony facing the back yard and a master bathroom. Casey had briefly described the operation of her four poster bondage bed but this was the first time I examined it closely.

The whole thing was black wrought iron, the posters were made of decoratively twisted iron around a hollow core where the mechanisms ran. Each poster had several cleverly concealed access points for the straps, one at floor level, another at bed level and a third at the top. Pulling on one of the straps it unwound like a seatbelt. I tugged sharply on it and it locked into place. Pulling on another strap I unwound it to see how much slack it had, eventually maxing out around 10 feet. I let it go and it retracted slowly into the frame.

Looking underneath the bed I spotted three electric motors with reels of straps near each leg wired into a central controller with a wired control pad. Sliding the control pad out from under the bed I examined the myriad options available. It was configured to lock from a single sharp tug and then release after 60 minutes. I would need to find the users' manual to understand the complete functionality, but I had all summer.

I opened the bottom dresser drawer with all of Casey's sex toys. The leather sleeve and nipple clamps from the adult store were on top. Below was an assortment of dildos and vibrators varying in size and shape. I found clear rubber suction cups I assumed were meant for sucking on nipples and a butt plug near the bottom. The leather hood, several ball gags, handcuffs and a blindfold rounded out the collection.

There was a large walk in closet filled with various outfits and shoes. Another time I might go snooping through the boxes and the small chest of drawers. I went back downstairs to look through the garage. Casey's car sat alone in the large mostly empty garage. I took her remote garage door opener and moved my car inside. Mostly empty shelving lined the back wall. At the far right side I saw a door I hadn't noticed before.

The door was locked, but my house key opened it. Inside was impenetrable darkness. Feeling against the walls I flipped a light switch and the stairwell was bathed in soft light. Down the wooden stairs was a recreation room. A guitar sat on a stand next to a microphone on a stand, a leather stool and a drum set. The walls and ceiling were sound insulated. A tall speaker stack stood in each corner with a sound mixer and amplifier on a desk against the far wall. Too bad I don't have a band.

Returning upstairs to the garage my phone beeped a notification. The text message read, "Just landed in JFK. Have a short layover. I'll grab some food and call you."

Tapping out a quick response I said, "I was exploring the Rec Room if you called and I missed it."

The phone rang. "Eric! I forgot all about the Rec Room. It was my brother's man cave before he graduated and moved out. He and his college buddies would go down there and record music. I made him install insulation because it was so loud."

"Sounds like fun. I didn't know you had a brother."

"Oh yea sorry. There is a lot to know about each other that we haven't had time to talk about yet."

"I know. It feels like I've known you much longer than four days. How was the flight?"

"Ugh it was crowded. The little commuter plane into JFK doesn't even have a business class. Thankfully the triple seven to Dublin has lay flat beds so I can sleep and avoid the jet lag."

"Wow. I've heard of first class. I didn't even know they had planes with beds."

She was silent for a second. "I probably sound like a spoiled rich bitch."

"You just come from a different world than I do. I've never left the county. I don't even have a passport. What are your plans this summer?"

"Horseback riding. Maybe a little sailing on our lake. Oh god listen to me I am a spoiled rich bitch."

I laughed. "No no, you're just rich. It sounds wonderful."

"Oh I just heard my flight is boarding. I have to let you go. I'll call you when I land. Love you! Bye."

I put the phone back in my pocket and went to get ready for bed.


Chapter 10

RING! My phone startled me awake. The clock on the table read 5:00. "Hello?" I answered groggily without reading the caller ID.

"Eric! I just got off the airplane. My dad sent a car to pick me up."

"Uh ok great." I answered sleepily.

"Oh sorry I called without thinking of the time difference. It's 10:00 here so it must be... 5:00 for you. Go back to sleep. We'll talk tonight." Click and she hung up.

An hour later my alarm went off and I dragged myself out of bed. It felt wrong to sleep in the master bedroom without Casey so I was sleeping in the small downstairs bedroom.

I went through the motions at work and avoided talking to Matt at work. I barely paid attention to my surrounding that whole day crept by slowly. Walking into an empty house after work felt like Tanya all over again. Unlacing my shoes in the entryway from the garage a knock came at the front door. Opening the door I was shocked to see Tanya standing there. "Tanya?" I asked her dumbly.

"I didn't know you had any friends in this neighborhood." She said accusingly.

"What are you doing here?" I dodged her question.

"I followed you from your work. What are YOU doing here?"

"I'm staying here." It was a vague answer and I knew she wouldn't let it pass.

"You're really moving up in the world. Staying here with who?" She demanded.

"My girlfriend." I said flatly.

"Of course you would move out of my bed and right into hers. Who is she? Some rich divorcee who can dote on you and buy you fancy clothes?" She pointed at my new work shirt and pushed her way inside. "I want to meet the woman who stole my boyfriend!" She shouted into the empty house.

"There is no one here. Calm down please. Have a seat, I'll answer your questions. But after that you have to go."

She sat down on the couch still fuming but unable to vent it at anyone except me. "How long have you been cheating on me?"

"I never cheated on you. I went to the bar Wednesday night because I was lonely and unhappy. I met Casey and we hit it off, I got way too drunk and passed out. She called a cab and let me sleep it off here. The next day I decided I wanted to be with her so I broke it off with you."

Tanya looked on the verge of tears. "I was a terrible girlfriend!" She wailed. "I was never there for you."

"You are trying to better yourself, there isn't anything wrong with that. It's just too much for one person to work full time, study full time and maintain a relationship."

"My last final exam is tomorrow. I'll take a break from school and spend more time with you. Please come back to me?" She straddled my legs and tried to kiss me.

"No! I didn't cheat on you and I'm not going to cheat on her. You need to go now." I escorted her reluctantly to the door and closed it behind her.

My heart was still pounding when my cell phone beeped. "Skype?"

In the bedroom I set up my laptop and dialed Casey's computer. Her image appeared on the screen. "How was your day?" She asked cheerfully.

Frowning I replied, "Very weird day. Work dragged on, then when I got home I found out my ex followed me here."

"What did she want?" She seemed very upset at that news.

"She wanted to confront the person who 'stole' her boyfriend and to get me back."

"And what did you do?"

"She pushed inside and was shouting for you to come out. I told her you weren't here and agreed to answer her questions if she calmed down. She accused me of cheating, so I told her how we met. Then she tried to kiss me and I threw her out. Right after that I got your text message."

"Good. Don't let her back in my house."

"She surprised me and pushed her way in. If she comes back I will chain the door so I don't have to forcibly keep her out. Enough about all that. How was your day?"

Casey visibly relaxed. "It was really nice. I went riding like I mentioned, and had a picnic out near the lake with mom and dad. Saturday one of my Dad's business partners is supposed to be coming over for dinner."

"I'm glad you're having a nice time. I miss you already."

"I miss you too. I bet you are missing these." She lifted her shirt and waved her breasts at the camera. She winked and put her shirt back down. "I have to wait until everyone goes to bed so I can skype you privately but that means it's really late. I need to go to bed. I love you!" She signed out leaving the image of her breasts dancing in my mind.

It was late for her but still early evening for me. The refrigerator was mostly empty so I decided to go grocery shopping.

While loading bags in the car I noticed a free newspaper stand with an advertisement headline about a fetish fair coming up this weekend. I had been looking for a way to learn more about bondage so I decided to go.


Chapter 11

Wednesday, Thursday and Friday passed uneventfully. I went to work, I skyped with Casey in the evening and repeated.

Saturday morning came and I dressed like I was going to work in slacks, brown shoes and a long sleeve shirt. It took me about an hour to drive two towns over to the location of the fetish fair. From the outside it was a warehouse in an industrial district. Inside however was brightly lit, air conditioned, full of vendor booths and the full range of people from casually dressed to full fetish leathers and latex.

I wandered from booth to booth looking for something to catch my eye. A rope tying demonstration looked interesting so I joined a semi circle of observers around a young woman kneeling on a pad dressed only in panties. A much older man was readying lengths of rope and began to tie the woman's arms behind her back calling it a reverse prayer. He pointed out how this tie forced the subjects chest forward in a very pleasing way. Indeed her small breasts were jutting forward. It reminded me of how Casey's large breasts has looked with her arms stretched behind her.

The man tied ropes nearly as quickly as he was speaking. In minutes the young woman's legs were also bound in something called a frogtie. I was impressed with his skills but hadn't learned anything because he moved so fast. As if reading my mind he said, "I know I moved really fast there. No one can learn to tie from watching a single demonstration so I have a dvd and a book with lots of pictures to guide you from zero to boy scout to rope master. We also sell rope kits to get you started."

The crowd dispersed as the man deftly untied his model. I approached him and asked about the DVD and book, explaining that my girlfriend was really into bondage and I wanted to learn while she was away. He didn't give personal lessons anymore but he recommended I get the book and some cheap rope from a hardware store to practice with but get better ropes before actually tying anyone up. I bought the book and thanked him.

A little further on I stopped to watch an amazing spectacle. A busty woman with hooved boots, a leather chest harness and hood with a bridle in her mouth was pulling a slender woman seated on a cart around a tiny ring. Tiny bells on her nipples jingled with each trotting step. The woman snapped the reins lightly encouraging her 'horse' to run faster. Twice more around the ring the pulled back on the reigns and the cart came to a stop. The woman driving the cart spoke up and encouraged the audience to examine the pony girl gear.

It bothered me to see some in the audience groping and bothering the sweaty bound pony girl. Apparently it was against the rules because the slender woman barked a rebuke and swatted the offending hands with a riding crop.

Moving on I saw a booth dedicated to enemas and another advertising slave collars, tattoos and piercings. Those seemed more extreme than I could handle so I passed by. Various vendors were showing fetish outfits made of silk, leather, latex and other materials. I spotted a Leather, Steel and Irons booth with a familiar looking four poster iron bed frame. A girl in lacy red lingerie was bound spread eagle on the bed while another was in a standing spread eagle on the side of the bed. I spoke to the vendor explaining my girlfriend has one of these but I don't know how to use it. He gave me a free hands on demonstration of the control box.

"You see Lucy? The girl standing? Her bonds are fairly loose right now. Push and hold here and it tightens the straps." He pointed to a blue lit button. On the display four blue lights at the tops and bottoms of the posters on the right side of the bed indicated which reels that button controlled. I pressed the blue button and the girl jerked in her bondage as the straps lifted her off the floor and stretched her wrists to the top of opposite posters. and her ankles stretched toward the bottom of the same two posters. I let go of the button, alarmed that I would harm the girl, but the salesman laughed. "It won't pull hard enough to injure anyone." He showed me a few more features, but when a crowd gathered around I excused myself so he could make a sale.

A contractor's booth showed pictures of home dungeons he had built. It piqued my curiosity so I stopped to talk. I described the Recreation Room in my basement and gave him rough dimensions. The contractor sketched up a few drawings and suggested a few ideas. He asked what sort of equipment I might like but I didn't know. I took a catalog and his business card and moved on.

My mind was spinning with ideas for exciting bondage with my sweet little Casey when I left late that afternoon. I arrived home just after six with a carton of chinese food and went down into the basement with a tape measure and a sketch pad. I wrote down some ideas and went upstairs to relax until Casey called. Then reality struck me. This isn't my house. Technically it's not even Casey's house. I can't do major construction on her family's house. And it would likely cost tens of thousands to hire a contractor to transform the basement into a bondage dungeon.

My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Casey calling my computer. I accepted the call and her face appeared streaked with tears. "Casey! What's the matter?"

"My dad's business partner. They arranged for me to marry his son. I tried to say no, I didn't want to. But dad insisted I had to as part of his business deal. So I had to tell him I was dating someone. I told him about you and he's furious because I lied to him and now the deal is falling apart and he wants to meet you right away."

"How worried should I be? What do I need to know to get ready?"

She sniffed and wiped her eyes. "Dad is going to do a background check. He will be upset that you aren't wealthy. I think he will accuse you of being a gold digger. He will dig into your ex's past and look for blackmail. You might even be harassed by the local cops. I've seen him do this to my brother's girlfriends."

My eyes were wide with shock. "Wow he sounds ... dangerous."

"He can cause a lot of trouble if he chooses to. I don't want him to hurt you, but I don't want to lose you." She started crying again.

"When and how does he want to meet me?" I asked. "My background is clean. No drugs, no arrests. Maybe he'll like me."

"I hope so." She whispered. "He is coming to the states next week on business. I expect he will arrange something then. But start acting like you are being watched in case he has someone watching you. And please lock my toy drawer in case he comes inside the house?"

We chatted late into the night until finally Casey relaxed and was willing to let me hang up. I lay awake worrying about this big scary father of my girlfriend.


Chapter 12

The next morning was Sunday. I got a call from a number I didn't recognize. I frequently get calls from work clients but I wasn't supposed to be on call this weekend. "This is Eric." I answered.

"Eric Johnson? I want you to break up with my daughter today. If you do I will give you two hundred thousand dollars. I know that's far more money than you've ever had."

My mouth went dry. "Mr Belafonte? You are absolutely right. That is far more money than I ever dreamed of. But Casey is special to me and I can't sell her broken heart." Was he really trying to bribe me?

There was a pause before he continued. "Five hundred thousand." He offered.

"My answer is still no. It's not a matter of price. I want to be with your daughter more than I want to be rich."

"Very well. Will you join me for dinner Tuesday night? I will send a car for you at 7:00."

"I would like to meet you too. Tuesday it is." I spoke with a measured tone trying not to let my irritation at buying and selling Casey sound in my voice. He hung up without another word.

I texted Casey telling her what had just happened and made an appointment on my phone for Tuesday 7:00pm. Sipping my coffee I went upstairs to lock the toy drawer as Casey had requested and made a sweep through the house looking for anything incriminating. It wasn't dirty but I cleaned the floors and wiped down the sinks.

Casey was annoyed that her father had stooped to bribing me to break up but hopeful that I would make a good impression. We talked more that evening about questions she thought I would be asked and coached me on various political issues her father favored.


Chapter 13

Monday morning a pink slip was waiting on my desk at work. Adrenaline pumped through my system as I knocked on my boss' door. "Am I being fired? What happened?"

"Come take a smoke with me." Although I don't smoke I followed Mr Eckles outside confused. "You know this company is owned by an international corporation right son? The parent company suddenly insists that you are a security risk. Look I don't know why they suddenly want you gone. I think it's bullshit. But I can't do anything about it. I'm sorry kid. I wrote you a letter of recommendation." He handed me an envelope and walked back inside.

Matt came out with an apologetic look on his face and a box with the contents of my desk. "What the hell happened Eric?"

"I don't know for sure. But I think Casey's dad owns our parent company and this is his way of saying thanks for dating my daughter."

"Shit dude. What are you going to do?"

"What can I do? I guess I have to find another job."

"Good luck bro. Use me as a reference."

I returned home and sent Casey a text message explaining what had happened then settled down to refresh my resume. The phone beeped with an error saying the message could not be delivered. Dear old dad had blocked my number? Her skype was not online so I sent her an email.

After a few minutes my inbox pinged. Message could not be delivered. This guy doesn't mess around. I wracked my brain thinking of another way to contact Casey. The only other number I knew was her dad. So I dialed his number and got a secretary. "Hi my name is Eric Johnson, would you please take a message for Mr Belafonte?"

I took a few deep breaths and collected my thoughts. "Mr Belafonte, this is Eric Johnson. I look forward to our meeting Tuesday. I hope you have a successful business trip." I didn't know if that message would help or hurt me but I had to try to be respectful.

Hours later I submitted the last resume for the day and leaned back on the couch. I was somewhat surprised that law enforcement hadn't come to evict me from the house. On that thought I packed an overnight bag with half my clothes and put most of my stuff in the car just in case.

I was relaxing with the TV on when my phone beeped a text message. It had the same Ireland country code as Mr Belafonte's business number. "Eric? This is Casey. I bought a pay as you go phone because my phone can't text you anymore. I think my dad is blocking us."

I smiled and called the number back immediately. "Casey it's good to hear from you. I can't email or text you either. And I got fired this morning. My boss told me the parent company insisted I was a security risk."

"Oh my god, he had you fired? And he's blocking my phone and email. He's behaving like such a child. I'm going to talk to mom about this. I'll call you back in a few minutes. I promise."

An hour later my phone rang with Casey's caller ID. "Mom begged him to let us keep talking. She was pretty furious about getting you fired."

We connected skype so we could see each other. A knock came at Casey's bedroom door. "My mom wants to talk to you OK?"

"Sure."

A middle age woman with short blonde hair came into view of the webcam. "Eric, I'm happy to meet you. We just learned about you last evening. It caused quite the stir. I'm sorry my husband has been so monstrous to you. Sometimes he doesn't remember what it was like when we were young."

"Pleased to meet you Mrs Belafonte. I admit I was intimidated and afraid I would never see Casey again."

"Casey's brother had a few suitors that were only interested in him for his money. Please forgive Steven for being overly protective."

"I think I understand. Thank you for standing up for Casey."

"Of course. She's my baby. Just so you know if you hurt her, Steven will seem like a teddy bear compared to this mother bear." She smiled sweetly. "Now I'll leave you two lovebirds alone. Glad to have met you Eric."

When the door clicked shut Casey rolled her eyes. "That's my mom." As if that explained everything.


Chapter 14

I spent most of Tuesday trying to write more resumes but was so nervous about meeting Casey's dad that I could hardly focus. The afternoon wore on and I decided to start getting ready. I showered, shaved, brushed my teeth and hair, and lay my new suit out on the bed. I buttoned up the shirt and had several failed attempts at tying my tie. I found a tutorial on youtube and after several more tries had a respectable looking knot. I was ready an hour early so I sat down to read and take my mind off of my worries.

Two minutes to seven a knock came at the door. A man in a tuxedo announced he was to drive me to Mr Belafonte. I rode silently in the back seat trying not to fidget. After a short drive into the heart of the city I was dropped off at the lobby of a skyscraper. "Go inside and tell the elevator attendant you are here to meet Mr Belafonte."

I followed his directions and was soon riding to the top floor. Stepping off the elevator I encountered a young woman in a tightly tailored business suit waiting to escort me. She opened the oak double doors and announced my arrival. "Mr Johnson here to see you sir."

In the corner staring down at the city Steven Belafonte cut a striking pose. Standing awkwardly in the doorway I waited for him to make the first move. A few long seconds later he turned and looked at me. "Have a seat Eric."

I moved to the seat in front of his desk but Steven remained standing by the window. "I regret causing you so much trouble. My wife and daughter begged me to give you a chance."

Not knowing what to say I just nodded acknowledgement.

"Can I offer you something to drink?"

"Yes please." Thankfully my voice didn't crack from nerves.

"Miss Fairview, a bottle of scotch please." The secretary appeared with a bottle on a silver tray with two glasses. "And tell my chef we will be dining in the small meeting room in 30 minutes." She nodded and retreated, closing the door behind her.

I was determined to drink the scotch politely although I do not like scotch. After a single sip I realized there is a big difference between scotch and good scotch. "Thank you for the invitation to meet you Mr Belafonte. And thank you for the scotch."

He drained the glass in a single throw and poured another before answering. "My daughter has only known you for a few weeks. But she tells me she loves you. She never said that about anyone before." My heart was pounding as I listened to this powerful man. "I overreacted when you refused my offer. I apologize."

"I didn't know your daughter came from money when we met. Believe me when I say I am interested in an honest relationship with Casey. Refusing your money should prove that."

He was gazing out the window so I couldn't see his reaction. Finally he responded, "Perhaps it does. What are your intentions toward Casey?"

Knowing I had to tread carefully I took a sip to buy a few seconds before responding. "As you said sir, we have only known each other a short time. When she told me she was leaving for the summer I knew immediately I had to wait for her. She has only been gone eight days but it feels like forever. Saying that sounds silly but I have never felt this way about anyone. My intentions are to love Casey. Beyond that I can only say I hope we have a long relationship. That's the honest truth."

Steven turned and nodded. "I believe you. My people talked to your ex girlfriend Tanya." My blood ran cold to hear how deep his reach was. "She tells us you broke off the relationship the day after you spent the night at Casey's house."

I swallowed the last of the scotch and let the heat fade from my throat before answering. "That is true. Two weeks ago tomorrow I met Casey at a bar. We clicked and I had way too much to drink. I slipped and hit my head. Casey got a cab and brought me to her house. Thursday morning I woke up in the guest bedroom. After spending the morning with Casey I was sure I wanted to be with her so I broke up with Tanya at lunch. Casey gave me a key and let me move into the guest bedroom that afternoon."

He gritted his teeth and asked, "Did you stay in the guest bedroom?"

Rich powerful men are almost always direct and blunt but the question still came as a shock. I sensed Steven Belafonte would not accept a vague answer so I met his gaze and responded, "After the first night she asked me to stay in her bed."

"Are you using protection?"

Again his bluntness surprised me. "Casey has an IUD. I tested clean almost a year ago and was in an exclusive relationship with Tanya."

He seemed to accept my answer. "Another scotch?"

"No thank you. I need to stay sober tonight."

A knock at the door was a welcome interruption to the uncomfortable line of questioning. "Chef Alexander says dinner will be served in five minutes."

"Thank you miss Fairview. We will be there shortly." Turning back to me he said, "Thank you for answering me honestly. It is hard for me to dig into my daughter's personal life but she is young and naive and needs protection. I think you would agree that asking a man to move in with you after a night of drinking shows a degree of naivete." I nodded cautiously. "Nevertheless I think she saw something good in you. I am not going to force you apart. Come join me for dinner."

Down the hallway was the small conference room. Maybe the name was joke because the room looked huge, opulently decorated with dark hardwood panelling, wide leather chairs surrounding a massive granite table spread with half a dozen dishes suspended over candles keeping them hot. The aromas instantly made my stomach rumble in anticipation. Chef Alexander was a tall man with strong arms and dark skin. He made a little show of explaining the various dishes. "Eggplant hummus with balsamic reduction, arugula salad with candied walnuts and pears and crumbled gorgonzola cheese, fresh baked bread and butter, rosemary baked chicken stuffed with garlic and goat cheese." The descriptions went on but I can't remember the rest. It was a feast complete with wine and dessert.

As soon as Steven finished eating he had more questions for me. "For reasons of reputation I cannot backtrack and restore your old job but I can offer to help obtaining a new position."

I swallowed the bite I was chewing on and responded politely. "Thank you sir. Should I send my resume to your secretary?"

He let out a high pitched dismissive sounding laugh. "We already have your resume."

"I guess I should have known that." I replied trying to sound grateful rather than hurt.

"In the mean time I've decided to let you stay at Casey's house as a caretaker. I have a list of improvements planned before she moves back in the fall. I will give you the list and the money and you will show me how responsible you can be. Understood?"

"Yes sir I'm happy to help." He didn't ask if I wanted to be his contractor for the summer, but I was unemployed and this was a good opportunity to prove myself frugal and trustworthy.

"Good! One more thing. To protect my family I need you to sign a contract releasing us from any liability if the relationship doesn't last. I will send a lawyer to explain the papers and answer any questions tomorrow."

"That sounds fair." I was guardedly optimistic that our meeting had gone well.

"Very good. Miss Fairview! Call for the car to take Mr Johnson back home. Eric I'm trusting you with my daughter. Don't make me regret it." He extended his hand and I shook it firmly.

"Thank you for trusting me sir and thank you for dinner."

The ride home was a blur of mixed emotions. Relief that the meeting had gone well and anxiety about the sudden responsibility flooded together. I thanked the driver and let myself inside. I barely had the mental energy to undress before passing out.


Chapter 15

The doorbell ringing at 8:00 woke me up. The lawyer! I yelled coming! and rushed to get dressed. A blonde woman in a smart business skirt and jacket was waiting at the door with a binder of papers under her arm. "Mr Johnson? My name is Susan Quayle. I was hired by Mr Belafonte to represent you. Although he paid my bill I am solely representing your interests in this contractual matter. May I come in?"

We sat at the dining room table and went through a stack of papers outlining the projects to be done over the summer and the budget I would have to work with. She explained I would have short term employment contract to manage the work and show continuous employment on my resume. The contract included room and board as benefits and the wages offered were 50% over my previous job.

I would release of any claim to the wealth and properties of the Belafonte family. Certain compensations would be offered to me in the event of a breakup, varying on the circumstances and increasing with the amount of time passed. Any abuse would result in instant termination of the relationship with no compensation and possible legal action. At this point I interrupted, "This is going to sound like a creepy question. What constitutes abuse?"

Susan didn't react to my question, she just flipped to the back of the personal contract and read a definition section about physical violence resulting in injuries.

I needed to understand specifically if Casey's desire to be dominated would be defined as abuse. "Is this conversation private? Will you be reporting back to Mr Belafonte?"

"Our conversation is privileged. I will return the signed documents, or an amended document to Mr Belafonte but I will not share anything beyond that."

"The reason I ask is miss Belafonte, Casey, has a desire to be dominated sexually. We have practiced some BDSM play and I need to know if that kind of relationship is considered abusive."

A smile crossed her face momentarily before she hid it. "This contract is binding within this state. While state law does recognize consensual BDSM relationships the laws are vague and untested. Some D/s couples have signed master slave contracts but these are usually considered non binding. I can write a contract between you and Casey that states the consensual nature of your relationship. It will stand up well in court but that goes beyond the scope of this meeting. Besides you would both need to be present to sign and notarize it."

In the end I signed the documents with several minor amendments Susan assured me would be approved by the Belafonte lawyer. As she was leaving Susan said, "I'm in the lifestyle myself. My husband and I have a contract like the one I mentioned just to protect us. It's a good idea." She handed me her business card with a wink and left.

Now that Casey and I were out in the open I could call her during the day. I told her that I felt really good about meeting her dad and that he was going to help me find new employment. In the mean time I would be managing a list of projects on the house. Briefly outlining the projects I mentioned offhand my far fetched notion of converting the basement Rec Room into a dungeon. I expected her to like the idea but agree that it was impractical. Instead she enthusiastically suggested that she would ask her father for permission to renovate the basement since her brother had moved out a year ago.

The conversation wound down and I got down to business of researching contractors to do the projects. The master bath was to be renovated, the back porch would be torn out and replaced with a large wooden deck, the wood flooring in the kitchen would be replaced with tile and the cracked cement driveway would be torn out and re poured.

I decided the driveway should be done last so any construction traffic would not mar its surface. The master bathroom and back porch could be done simultaneously, but the kitchen flooring should wait until the porch was finished. If my basement renovation was approved I would have to squeeze that in also.

With the specifications for each project sitting in front of me I made calls to several contractors asking them to come bid and discuss scheduling. When my phone rang that evening I expected it to be a contractor returning my call to schedule a visit but it was Casey. She was giddy with excitement. "I got my grades today! All A's! I called and told dad and asked him about renovating the basement. He said it would be a present for getting straight A's. I could do it however I liked as long as it improved the house's value."

"Congratulations honey! I'm so happy for you. I spoke to a contractor over the weekend who specializes in building dungeons. I'll call him back and see about making a dungeon that looks like a normal Rec Room."

"Eric! I can't wait for the summer to be over and see you again. And play in our dungeon. Oh I'm so horney right now. I haven't come since I left. Can we skype right now?"

A minute later her image appeared on my laptop screen. She was wearing a lacy pink bra and thong, rubbing herself through the light fabric. "I miss you so much. Want to see me play with myself?" She teased.

"First I want to see you strip."

She put on some dance music and spun around touching herself and showing peaks of the flesh hidden under her bra. It was amateurish but incredibly sexy. She bent over with her ass facing the camera and slid her thong down to her knees. I could see her pink pusy wet with desire. Casey straightened up and spun around to face the camera spreading her legs and thrusting her pubic mound at me she ran her hand slowly down her belly and slipped a finger into her slit.

Her other hand reached behind her back and unclasped the bra. When she shrugged her shoulders it slid down her arms and fell on the ground. Casey held her breasts up with her hands and jiggled them, bending forward slightly to give me the best view of her bare cleavage. "Do you like?"

"I do. Now tug on your pink puffy nipples."

She obeyed, moaning softly as she rolled them between her thumb and forefinger. "How's this?"

"See for yourself." Tilting the laptop screen down to show my erect cock standing proudly. I stroked myself with a single finger along the bottom of my penis from the testicles to the head where my foreskin was pulled back. I tilted the screen back so I could see her react.

Casey put two fingers in her mouth and sucked on them, mimicking a blowjob. "Mmm I miss your cock."

"He misses you too. Bend over and let me see you finger yourself, but I want your other hand to twist your nipples. Got it?"

Again she bent over facing the camera with her legs spread slightly. The fingers of her right hand stroking the lips of her vulva. She turned slightly so I could see her left hand pinching that breast and obediently twisted, stifling a scream. My lubricated hand was now stroking myself quickly reaching full arousal.

"See how hot you've made me." She turned and looked at my glistening manhood almost painfully hard. "Keep fingering yourself and tell me when you're close." I ordered.

She stared at the screen hungrily, bent over with breasts hanging enticingly for the camera. Her left hand continued to twist and tease her nipples while her right disappeared between her legs. I stroked myself slowly staying near the edge of climax. "I'm getting close." She groaned.

From the bedside drawer I withdrew a condom and slipped it over my cock. "I want you to come now." I said and resumed masturbating with my right hand while my left cupped my balls. In seconds I stiffened and shot my load into the tip of the condom continuing to stroke myself as the orgasm spurts died away.

Casey's eyes glazed over as her fingers flew over her clit. She screamed into a closed mouth as the climax shook her. After a minute we lay on our beds relaxing and wishing we could share a real touch. A voice called from the background summoning Casey to dinner. She blushed and called out that she would be there in just a minute. Blowing me a kiss she disconnected.


Chapter 16

Thursday morning I called Robert, the contractor from the fetish fair, and asked for a rough phone bid for a basement dungeon. He asked questions about the room's size, current configuration and if I would want a bathroom added and various style and construction questions. We discussed options for making the dungeon look like a Rec Room but have all the functionality we wanted. He agreed to drive out and give a proper bid that weekend.

I met with several contractors bidding on the other projects throughout the morning and afternoon. I gave them each copies of the specifications for each project and discussed scheduling. By Saturday morning I had the master bathroom renovation scheduled to start on Monday and the driveway tentatively scheduled for the first of August depending on other projects.

Robert's work truck pulled into the driveway Saturday afternoon. I greeted him at the door and he gave me a hearty handshake. Escorting him into the garage and down to the basement he took notes and measured, looking around for things like electrical outlets, load bearing structures, sump pump and drains. He suggested I consider adding a bathroom although there was currently no plumbing in the basement. Bathrooms add value to the house and are very useful when play time gets messy. He pulled away the thick sound insulating foam to get proper measurements and discovered a false wall. The basement was twice as large as I initially measured although it did not fill the whole footprint of the house. I judged it ran under the family room and dining room.

He showed me a portfolio of projects where other home owners had also wanted a play room that was also an investment and didn't look like a dungeon. Robert proudly showed cleverly designed wooden beams that looked attractive and structural to which hooks and pulleys and all manner of suspension equipment could be temporarily, safely and securely attached. He suggested cabinets with hidden chambers for our toys and various dual use furniture for binding or for storing discretely.

"You can only go so far with the dungeon in plain site concept. Ultimately many toys like stocks or a rack or a cage just can't be camouflaged. Those items can be stored away in a hidden closet so your nosey neighbors won't suspect a thing" He was sketching quickly on a pad to demonstrate how the large space could be laid out.

After a few hours of discussion my eyes were opened to many options and types of play I had never dreamed of. We had a rough sketch for the project and good faith estimate. The hardest part of the project was bringing the plumbing downstairs and pumping the waste back upstairs. Remodelling the basement with log cabin style beams around the edges set an earthy, cozy tone for the new Rec Room. I was confident the room would be very attractive and deviously functional.

The basement stairs would open directly into the main room which would be the size of the current recording studio. A large storage room for our toys would be concealed against the left wall. At the back of the room he would frame in a bathroom and a small bedroom.

I asked Robert about discreet billing. I didn't want my bank (actually my girlfriend's father) to see line item descriptions of Bondage Construction Inc. He laughed and assured me the invoice would look like any other construction invoice and that various accessories would be part of the materials cost. Robert gave me his estimate and I promised to call as soon as I secured funding.

I described the concept to Casey and emailed her the sketches that night. She absolutely loved the idea and told me we had approval to go ahead.

Sunday afternoon she called me and said she made some notes on the sketch and emailed it back. Her suggestions were mostly related to decoration so I deferred to her superior sense of style and forwarded the revised sketches to Robert.

Monday came and the house was full of workers demolishing the master bathroom and rebuilding it. While they worked I arranged for another contractor to build the back porch starting Thursday. I forwarded invoices to the address Mr Belafonte specified and answered follow up questions about budgeting and quality of work. The workers for the porch started work just as the master bathroom was completed and were staining a beautiful wooden deck on Wednesday of the following week.

I had trouble finding the right contractor to handle the kitchen floors so there was a week of no construction. The second Thursday of July the kitchen floors were torn and and replaced with tiles. On Monday the tiles were sealed and the third job was complete.

Robert was scheduled to start the basement dungeon that week but delays in his previous job forced it to wait until after the weekend. I packed up all the musical equipment in boxes to get it out of the way. Robert estimated it would take his crew ten days to do the work so I called the cement company and rescheduled the driveway for a week later.

True to his word Robert's work was finished, inspected and approved by August 1st. He gave a demonstration about using his custom removable eye hooks and pulleys for suspension. They were attached by electro magnets hidden inside the logs. The magnets would hold over 1000 pounds each and were battery backed up to prevent injury in case of a power outage. The magnets were controlled by a switch in the hidden storage room. I could attach them almost anywhere to the milled logs. He gave me half a dozen magnetic pulleys and two dozen eye hooks. He cautioned me not to bring anything iron or magnetic within six inches when they were powered on.


Chapter 17

I was so busy through June and July I hardly had any time to practice my rope work or learn anything about being a master. The weekend after the basement was completed I visited the same adult store Casey and I visited two months earlier. I asked the clerk about learning to tie ropes and learning to be a master. They had the same rope book I bought at the fetish fair and not much else. Disappointed I started to leave when another store patron approached me. "I heard you are looking for information on rope bondage and learning to be a master?

"That's right." I answered warily.

He was a little shorter than me, middle 50s with a receding hairline and a bit of paunch around his belly. "You won't find much of that around here. If you're seriously interested in learning, my sub and I do lessons for newbies for a reasonable fee."

"I might be interested. What's involved?"

He wrote down his phone number and the name Bill. "I'm running late. Call me after 1:00."

I grabbed some lunch on the way home and started cleaning the house from all the construction dust. At 1:15 I took a deep breath and called Bill. "Uh hi this is Eric, I met you are the adult store a few hours ago."

"Yes yes you were the young man interested in learning the ropes so to speak." He laughed at his own pun. "My sub and I offer lessons to aspiring masters and slaves. We charge $100 per two hour session. Right now our schedule is only open on weekday evenings. What level of experience do you have?"

"OK that sounds good. I know almost nothing about BDSM except that my girlfriend is kinky and wants me to be her master. I've muddled my way through so far but I want to do better."

"Good good, you want to learn. Just bring the fee. We have everything else. I will email you my address, a contract and some material about R.A.C.K. that you should read before our first session. The contract covers the limits of how you can interact with us. Where and how you can touch my sub and like that."

"Touch your sub?" I was suddenly unsure of this idea.

"Well you don't have to touch her. You can practice on your sub. But it helps to learn on an experienced sub before you try it on a novice."

"My sub is out of the country right now."

"OK OK we can work with that. You definitely need to practice on a live person then. When do you want to come over?"

"Is Monday too soon?"

"No no. Monday is fine. Will 7:30 work for you?"

I gave him my email address and disconnected. A quick text message to Casey said, "Call me ASAP. Have a weird question."

Almost immediately my phone rang with Casey's caller ID. "Hi Eric what's up?"

I wanted to keep my lessons a surprise for Casey, but I felt I had to be open about spending time with another couple. "You trust me to be faithful right?" That was a terrible way to start the conversation.

"Yes... what is this about?" She sounded worried.

"Don't worry. I haven't cheated on you and I'm not going to cheat on you. I am working on something that will involve being close to and touching a naked woman. Does that bother you?"

"I don't feel great about it. Touching her how?"

How to explain tying her up without letting the cat out of the bag? "Touching her body, but not sexually."

"What are you doing?"

"For now I want to keep it secret but I promise I'll explain everything. Trust me."

"OK I'm not crazy about the idea, but if you promise it's not sexual I trust you.. How is everything else going? You said the basement renovation finished yesterday."

"It looks amazing. You are going to love it." I promised.

"I'm excited to see it. Less than a month before I come home."

"I know, I can't wait to see you. The house is a mess right now from all the construction. But I will have it cleaned up when you arrive. The only thing remaining is the driveway which starts on Thursday. I actually don't know what to do with myself after all this construction is done."

"I'll tell you a secret. My dad is impressed with your work so far. He says you're on budget and very prompt about answering communications."

"That is a relief. I've been stressing all summer about this, not knowing if I would meet his expectations."

"You're doing great. I am being called for dinner. Gotta go, love you!"


Chapter 18

Sunday morning my email box had a new message from Master Bill.

"Hi Eric, slave Linda is looking forward to meeting you. Here are the rules we have for our lessons:"

1 - Always obey Master Bill's orders immediately

2 - Always respond with 'yes Master Bill'

3 - Never touch, grope, pinch, fondle or otherwise handle slave Linda's private parts (crotch, breasts, ass and mouth)

4 - Never masturbate or otherwise stimulate yourself during a lesson

5 - Do your homework before class

6 - Payment is up front

Follow these rules and we will have a safe fun lesson. Please read the attached information about Risk Aware Consensual Kink.

See you Monday!"

I read the short article explaining that practitioners must be aware that all BDSM activities carry risks and it is vital to be aware of these risks and consent to them. This made me think about some of the self bondage I saw Casey perform wondering just how safe it was. I was glad to be learning from an experienced couple who valued safety.

The rest of Sunday was spent cleaning the mess left from construction. Almost every surface was dusty and the floors were covered in grit and boot prints. The leather couches cleaned easily with a damp cloth followed by leather conditioner. By evening the house looked great but I was exhausted.

I skyped with Casey and went to bed early.

Monday crept by slowly. I had no work to occupy my time and Casey was too busy to talk. The hours ticked by until 6:00 when I started getting ready for my first lesson. I showered and dressed in comfortable jeans and shirt, made myself dinner, brushed my teeth and entered Master Bill's address in my GPS. On the way I stopped at an ATM and withdrew $100 and placed it in an envelope.

I arrived a few minutes early at a modest suburban home with a white picket fence. I knocked on the door and waited. Some shuffling sounds came from inside. Then I heard a deadbolt being drawn and the door knob turning slowly. The door swung inward revealing a woman facing away from the door, naked except for leather belts binding her elbows and wrists behind her back and her thighs, knees and ankles. She had to turn around the unlock the door and walk only a few inches per step.

From inside a voice shouted. "Eric, come into the living room and we'll get your payment and contract signed. Slave Linda, close and lock the door!"

Her gagged voice responded, "Mef Maffa Bu" Which reminded me of rule 2. "Yes Master Bill" I called out as I stepped around Linda who was slowly backing toward the door to close it.

In the living room Master Bill was sitting in a recliner. He turned off the TV and smiled at me. "Welcome welcome to our little home." I handed him the envelope which he accepted without counting. "By the way excellent attention to detail. I insist that Masters as well as slaves follow rule 2. I believe it is very important for Masters to understand discipline even more so than a slave. Being a Master is hard, you have to plan and think fast and stay several steps ahead of your slave."

"That makes sense."

"Good. Now read over this contract and ask if you have any questions. Sign it when you are ready to start."

"Yes Master Bill." I read the short contract that outlined the roles of each person and indicated Master Bill's right to end the lesson at any time without refund. I signed it and handed it to Bill.

"Linda, come in here and meet our guest. Eric" Linda was slowly shuffling into the room and I got my first good look at her. Like her husband, she appeared to be in her mid 50s, shorter than him by a finger, long brown hair in a simple ponytail with streaks of gray. Her face was pretty despite her wrinkles, Linda's large bosoms sagged, a gold ring pierced each large brown nipple. Her belly had stretch marks and her thighs carried plenty of extra fat. Despite age and imperfection she stood proudly nude in front of a stranger.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Linda. You are very beautiful." I meant it. Rather than be put off by her imperfect body I was impressed that this couple was so comfortable with their sexuality.

She blushed and mumbled thanks through her gag.

"Let's get started." Master Bill announced. "Eric, unbuckle slave Linda's legs so we don't have to wait all day."

"Yes Master Bill." I knelt down and loosed the belts at her ankles, knees and thighs.

We followed Bill into a back bedroom decorated with all kinds of bondage gear. Bill ordered Linda to sit on a leather bench and he removed the belts from her wrists, elbows and shoulders and the gag from her mouth. She rolled her shoulders to loosen the stiff muscles and Bill dismissed her. The two of us spent the next hour practicing knots of all kinds, learning to tie and untie the same knot over and over until I had it mastered. At that point he called Linda back in and had her lie down face first on the length of the bench and ordered me to tie her wrists and ankles to the legs of the bench.

I selected four short lengths of rope and set to work. It took an embarrassingly long time but I made four good knots, not too tight and not too loose. "Are you securely bound slave Linda?"

"Yes Master Bill." She responded without struggling.

In the blink of an eye he slapped her ass, leaving a bright red mark and eliciting a scream from Linda. "Are you securely bound?" He repeated.

This time Linda tugged at the ropes and wiggled her wrists. To my dismay her wrist pulled free. "Do you see what you did wrong here?" He held the remains of my knot.

"Too loose Master Bill?" I guessed.

"That's right. Too loose. It is important not to cut off circulation but also important to keep the knot itself tight. Tie them again being sure to leave two fingers of slack. No more no less."

I untied Linda and started again. We tried several other positions and knots but the second hour was gone before I knew it and I was saying goodbye to Master Bill and naked slave Linda. "I'll send you more information for the next lesson. Let me know when you are ready to meet again. Go to a hardware store and buy 25 feet of 3/8" nylon braid rope. It's cheap and good for practicing. Practice practice!"

"I will practice. Thank you!"

On my way home I found a hardware store that was open late and bought rope and safety scissors.

Master Bill's next email lesson was much longer. It talked about safety, about watching for circulation problems, and about safe words. Above all it emphasized the need to be alert for problems and never leave a tied slave alone.

I scheduled another lesson for Wednesday, and spent the day practicing knots on upside down chairs and doing research on youtube. Linda was present for the entire lesson, tied up in many different positions and my confidence with rope work was increasing. I still felt painfully slow compared to the quick sure knots Master Bill demonstrated.

At the end of the lesson Bill remarked that I was progressing quickly but it was time to learn to be a master. He would put together some material on the subject and send it to me.


Chapter 19

I parked my car on the street Thursday morning while a crew with jackhammers and excavators tore up the driveway and set forms to pour a new pad. Friday morning the cement trucks arrived one after another and poured their loads into wooden forms in the driveway while men with shovels and smoothing tools on long poles worked to finish and decorate the surface. When they were done they advised me not to walk on the driveway until Sunday and not drive on it until Tuesday.

My skill with the ropes continued to improve, finally on Saturday I got another email from Master Bill with information about a Master's state of mind, preparing for a scene, and taking responsibility for safety and happiness of the sub. He suggested I join them for coffee Sunday morning rather than a formal lesson. No charge.

Reading the material taught me about having a commanding presence without raising your voice or threatening punishment. Expect obedience and let that show in your posture and voice. I had an advantage that Casey wanted to submit to me. Yet she took charge and set the expectations even while binding herself for my treatment. That was described as 'topping from the bottom.'

The exchange of power seemed contradictory to me. The sub obeys and serves the dom, but the dom serves and cares for the sub according to the boundaries of the sub's consent. Although the dom punishes and uses the sub, it is ultimately done for the sub's benefit and pleasure.

It is said 'absence makes the heart fonder.' This long summer away from Casey and even all the drama associated with it, made me sure I loved Casey and wanted to be with her long term, maybe even forever. But I feared that a 24/7 'lifestyle' sub would be too much for me to handle. We needed to have a frank discussion about limits and safety but that had to wait until she returned from Ireland.

Early Sunday morning I drove into the suburbs to Master Bill's house and was greeted at the door by Linda. This was the first time I had seen her clothed which I took as an indication that the formal rules for instruction were not in play. She offered me milk and sugar for my coffee which I declined. We sat around the dining room table with all the blinds open and talked about their relationship.

Bill and Linda were highschool sweethearts but after graduation Bill was drafted into the Marines and deployed to Vietnam for the last 18 months of the conflict. After his discharge they were married and discovered a mutual interest in bondage and domination. Before long they had two children and had to put their BDSM lifestyle on hold. When the last child finished college and moved out they rediscovered their love of bondage and eventually expanded their D/s lifestyle to five days a week except for vacations and visits from the kids.

I listened attentively and asked questions about how they balanced responsibilities and full time careers with their lifestyle. Linda explained each morning they went to work and kissed each other goodbye like any other couple. When she got home she had an hour to relax before Bill got off work. From the time Bill got home until they woke for work the next day Linda was in sub mode. She wore an apron while cooking but was otherwise nude. The gold rings in her nipples were a permanent symbol of her submission to Bill. On weekends or when the kids or neighbors visited for the holidays they stowed the gear in the attic or boxed discretely in the garage.

Early in their relationship they had a written contract about limits but they admitted it was years out of date. Bill explained that either partner might want to try something new or stretch the limits but it was the dom's responsibility to never push so hard that a safe word is used. He admitted Linda had used her safe word half a dozen times and each time he felt terrible. It could mean days or weeks of reassurance before a sub was ready to resume normal activities. He emphasized, "Never never make your sub use her safe word. Not only does that mean the end of play time, it means you hurt her. A good dom sub relationship means the sub trusts you implicitly. She knows you will push her limits but completely trusts that you will never go too far."

Linda added, "It has been years since I used a safe word. That doesn't mean Bill doesn't push me to my limits, because he does, he knows how to read my body language and my face and I know he will ease up at the right time. Sometimes I start to feel like I can't take any more, I start to get ready to use my safe word, and then he backs off just a little and I float into a mental subspace. When I get into that frame of mind my body becomes putty in his hands. Every touch, painful or erotic, gives me pleasure and peace of mind."

Bill's face beamed hearing his wife's praise. He patted her leg lovingly. "That's a good description of where you want your sub to be. Our relationship isn't perfect but it is in a good place. It can be hard to understand the dynamic between a dom and sub because it seems like the dom is the boss and gets what he or she wants while the sub is the victim and just takes it all. But really we both work hard to serve each other. Do you mind telling us about your girlfriend?"

I related our story of meeting and moving in and bondage in the first 24 hours, then her leaving for the entire summer after only five days. They listened without interruption until I got to the part where I met Bill in the adult store. He took a deep breath and commented, "It's an amazing story. I believe you two really have a strong connection and I compliment you, Eric, for taking the responsibility to learn to be a better master." He paused to gather his thoughts. "That said, I am very concerned about Casey's safety. Not from you, but for herself. She put too much trust in you too soon.

"Don't take offense at that. She was very lucky you are trustworthy because her behavior is reckless. Bringing a guy home from a bar and then tying herself up for him is incredibly risky. I've taught you that leaving a bound slave alone is unacceptable. You say she has been binding herself for years and had close calls before? She needs to learn caution and safety. This is where you need to focus your training. You have been separated all summer which means you're horny right? When people get horny we get stupid, it's a flaw in our design.

"No doubt you will want to show her your new knowledge and techniques. Plan it out now, while your mind is clear, and be careful. Think of it from every angle. What could possibly go wrong and how will you handle it?"

Linda had been listening quietly and nodding her agreement with Bill. After he finished she spoke up, "The next time we get together tell us your ideas and safety measures. We can give you advice and help you practice. If that's alright with you Bill?"

He pondered for a moment and said, "That sounds OK. Rule 3 would still be in effect but you could practice your ties and scene changes. Do you have a room set aside for playing at home?"

I described the basement renovation project and Linda's eyes widened. "That sounds amazing. Could we come to your place and practice the scene so you are ready with your own equipment? Bill? Eric?"

Bill and I were silent for a moment, pondering the ramifications of her suggestion. Practicing with my own tools had practical merit but I was reluctant to bring anyone else to Casey's home. "I'm already pushing Casey's trust boundaries by coming here and touching Linda. She doesn't know what we are doing because I want it to be a surprise so I asked her to trust me that I wasn't cheating and it wouldn't be sexual. I wouldn't be comfortable bringing strangers to her home."

They agreed although Linda looked disappointed. She replied, "You are thinking of her needs first and that is very good. We are strangers to her but I hope we can meet Casey some day so we won't be strangers anymore."

"She would learn a lot from meeting you and I know you would like her." I agreed.

Bill interjected, "I want to go back to the fact that Casey was aggressive in pulling you into her bondage fantasy world. Is she always the one to initiate sex and set the scene?"

"Most times yes."

"It sounds like she really does want to be submissive but she doesn't know how. She craves someone to dominate her. By tying herself up for you she is demanding that you satisfy her in the way she prepared. You have sex her way, but she isn't satisfied emotionally because you only did what she ordered.

"To a submissive it is irritating when a dominant won't dominate. We discussed this. It doesn't mean being bossy or unreasonable or cruel. It means setting standards and expecting obedience, especially being confident and knowing your own desires. She wants to follow your lead so you must get out ahead of her and stay there.

"That, that is where your plan comes in. You must have a plan, not only for your reunion but always. If she starts to take the lead, stop her and do things your way. But take that hint and file it away for a future plan. When you fulfill her fantasy seemingly spontaneously she will be much happier than if she set it up herself."

Linda chimed in. "I think you should write a contract, before she returns, that outlines what you want from the relationship. The contract reflects what being her master means to you. It also explains what it means to you to take her as your slave. Include what you expect from her and when. You need to decide if you want a 24/7 relationship or maybe just on Saturday afternoons, if you want the contract to last a month a year or forever. Ours is Monday through Friday for the last ten years, but this is for you to decide.

"Please be very careful what you demand because I get the sense she may sign anything, agree to do anything, just to make you happy. Take your time and write and rewrite it until you are sure how you feel, only then show it to her. There is no negotiation because that would negate your status as her Master.

"Casey's part will be to accept or reject it and set her limits. Her limits don't need to cover everything. She can add limits at any time and they will be honored. It's important that you never violate her limits. Bill has never broken my trust by ignoring my limits.

"Writing this contract will help you learn about yourself and your own desires which will make you a stronger master."

With their advice running through my mind, the conversation wound down and we agreed to meet later in the week to discuss and practice my scene ideas.


Chapter 20

On Tuesday I took pictures of the pristine finished driveway and forwarded them along with the invoice to Mr Belafonte's secretary for approval and payment. The last project was finished nearly three weeks ahead of schedule and about 5% under budget according to my numbers. It was a huge relief to have succeeded at the task Casey's father assigned me.

Casey would return to start the fall term of college on the last Saturday in August, just under three weeks from now. Every time we spoke it was filled with excitement and urgency for our reunion. As the time grew shorter she often spoke of various bondage positions she wanted to show me while I kept secret my growing skills with ropes and my plans to accept the role as her master.

By Friday I had a simple welcome home scene planned and asked to visit Master Bill and slave Linda on Monday. Although I had tied Linda before this was the first time I would be leading the scene rather than following Bill's instructions so I was nervous. I practiced the knots and the lengths of rope over and over until my hands were rough with callouses. Our new dungeon was sparsely furnished with a leather couch, loveseat and ottoman. These were modified with binding points that discretely folded away when not in use. A set of ceiling to floor cabinets had a hidden compartment behind the main compartment for toys and accessories. On top of that, the log cabin style beams with electro magnets was tested and working along with matching magnets under the wood flooring. With those I could place custom bondage points almost anywhere in the room along the walls, floor and ceiling.

My expenses this summer had been low due to no rent or utilities and my income higher from my temporary management job for Mr Belafonte so I had a little bit of extra cash in my account. At Bill's recommendation I had purchased several hundred feet of 3/8" braided silk rope cut to various standard lengths. I returned to the adult shop and purchased a pair of nipple clamps with bells, a magic wand vibrator, and a blindfold mask decorated with feathers to resemble an 18th century masquerade ball mask.

Monday I drove to meet Master Bill, excited to try out my scene. Slave Linda greeted me at the door and ushered me inside, unbound but naked. From her gold nipple rings dangled a light chain with a small weight stretching her nipples toward the floor. She walked carefully to avoid bouncing the weight and adding to her torment. I handed the cash envelope to Bill along with my written plan.

He read it thoughtfully and handed it to Linda who was kneeling at his feet. While Linda read he outlined a few concerns. "For our practice tonight you obviously won't be able to use nipple clamps or touch her privates. Rule 3. The positions you described are pretty safe but you have some fairly advanced rope work like a chest harness. That can take a long time to tie, especially for a new rigger. You are welcome to practice it but you might need to cut it to keep the scene moving along. She has been waiting for months, you don't want your reunion to be slow and boring.

"You mentioned using a gag as well as a blindfold. I recommend you avoid gags until you have more experience reading your sub's body language. She needs to be able to talk, that's a safety issue. Here is some general advice for nipple clamps, the tighter they are the shorter time you can wear them. Also don't rip them off unless they are designed with a slick surface or you could damage the skin.

"For any instrument that causes pain, make sure you know exactly how painful it is. Try it on yourself first. You might feel silly but you must wear the nipple clamps. Time how long you can stand the pain and how they feel when they come off. A dom should must know what he is asking of his sub. If you get a whip or flogger try it on yourself before you try it on Casey."

I wrote notes in my pad. "Do you have anything to add Linda?"

"No Master Bill"

"OK then before we begin we have a slight change of decorum. Tonight Eric is the Master and you will address him as such. I will be observing but I won't interfere unless the rules are broken. As the Master he will be the one to punish any infractions. Punishments will be limited to a short flogger only on the slave's ass, no bare hand contact."

Bill handed me a short leather flogger with a braided handle. My heart was pounding in my ears as I mentally prepared myself for the scene with Bill's wife. His advice about understanding the pain you ask a sub to endure was fresh in my mind so I flogged the inside of my forearm several times increasing in intensity and wincing at the pain it caused. Bill nodded approvingly.

"Are you ready slave?"

"Yes Master Eric." She responded without hesitation.

"Master Bill, would you please remove the weight and chain from the slave's nipples? They are not part of my scene." Bill unclipped the chain. "Slave go get dressed and wait for us in your bedroom."

"Yes Master Eric."

When she was gone Bill approvingly observed, "Excellent attention to detail. Keep it up."

I nodded, still flushed with anxiety. "I would be more comfortable if you played my part in the opening scene. Blindfold her, undress her, then walk her to the dungeon and have her sit on the bench. I will step in from there."

We waited a minute to let Linda finish getting dressed. Bill went into the master bedroom and returned with a blindfolded and nude slave Linda. I followed them quietly into the dungeon and selected several lengths of rope.

"Unless I ask you a question you do not need to respond verbally, just obey. Is that understood?"

"Yes Master Eric."

"Clasp your hands behind your neck." I looped rope around her waist. "Now put your hands behind your back." Her wrists were bound together and tied off to the waist rope. "Can you get loose or reach the knot?" She struggled with her fingers but was unable to get free.

I pulled up on her bound wrists forcing her to bend forward. Her ass begged for a flogging but she had been perfectly obedient. I tied off her wrists to a winch hanging from the ceiling, locking her in the bending pose. She observed that her wrists too high up, causing her knees to lock. I corrected the tension and took note of her new posture for reference.

I felt confident I could handle this part without any further practice so I released her wrists and ordered her to sit on the bench. She squatted, trying blindly to find the bench with her legs when I realized the detail I had missed. Taking her by the arm I guided her back to the bench where she sat down.

Next I hung a rope folded in half behind her neck, dangling the loop and two strands between her breasts. I had to be careful with this part not to give any indication of groping her. Bill had told me they never let anyone touch her breasts or do a breast tie but Linda trusted me and they agreed to bend rule 3 for me. I lifted each breast and looped rope around it before looping more rope around her ribs just under the breasts and tying it off. It took a long time, there was a lot of slack and they weren't perfectly even but it was an honest to goodness breast harness.

"Are you comfortable? Can I try again?"

"Yes and yes Master Eric." I tied the breast harness twice more. The last time it looked much better and went much faster.

The last scene in my plan saw Linda sitting on the couch still wearing the breast harness with her arms bound behind her back tied to a loop of rope at her waist while I tied her knees together. I was extra cautious not to restrict blood flow with these ropes. Finally I ran a double loop of rope from between her breasts to between her knees and pulled in the slack forcing her to curl up. I tugged until she spoke up, "It is getting hard to breath Master Eric."

Releasing a few inches of slack she nodded ok and I looped the rope several more times and tied it off. I couldn't wait to see Casey trussed up in a ball and helpless to my attention. After carefully noting Linda's posture and looking for signs of distress I began untying her.

There was time for one more full runthrough which ran very smoothly and clocked in under 20 minutes. Very nice! I expected the scene to take at least twice as long with Casey because I would enjoy using every inch of her vulnerable body.

When the two hours were up, I stood with Linda and Bill in the entryway. She said, "Eric you are growing into a fine master and your ropework is getting much smoother. You must be practicing. Casey is a very lucky girl."

"Thank you Linda. I have been practicing a lot." Showing the callouses on my fingers, "I can't wait to try this out on Casey so I won't have to keep my hands to myself."

Linda looked down at her breasts shyly. "You were a perfect gentleman while working with my body. Did Bill tell you we never let our students touch me like that. But we really trust you."

"Right right. You have self discipline and were never disrespectful to Linda. That means a lot to us. Some people don't like being with an older couple."

I blushed at the praise. "You don't seem old because you are so sexy and full of confidence. Thank you both so much for taking me under your guidance and teaching me. I know Casey is going to love this."

Linda half turned and covered her breasts with an arm, for the first time she was shy about her nakedness when I called her sexy. "Now now honey, don't cover up. Master Eric paid you a compliment."

"Thank you Master Eric." She whispered and smiled. "I hope we will continue to be friends? And please bring Casey here, I would love to meet the lucky girl."

"Yes yes don't be a stranger. Feel free to call or email or just drop by if you have questions. We absolutely want to meet your sub. Linda is right, she is a very lucky girl."

I handed the unused flogger back to Master Bill. "Linda you were such a good model I never got to use this. To be honest I was hoping to get the chance."

Bidding them goodnight I drove into the last rays of the setting sun and mentally counted down, 12 days.


Chapter 21

Tuesday, 11 days to go, I awoke while it was still dark to my cell phone ringing at the bedside. Still bleary eyed I answered without recognizing the caller ID. "This is Eric." I yawned.

"Mr Johnson. I have another job for you."

All thoughts of sleep instantly vanished when I recognized Steven Belafonte's voice. "What can I do for you sir?"

"My secretary informs me you have finished all the home projects I assigned as well as the renovation Casey requested. Early and under budget no less. Of course you had a generous budget and more than enough time. Still I am impressed."

"Thank you sir." My empty stomach was tied in anxious knots.

"I own a construction company with headquarters near your house. I want you to fill a foreman position. They just fired the last one for being hung over. You know how to be sober right?"

"Yes sir but I don't know anything about construction. I just interviewed contractors and scheduled them to do the work."

"That's basically how you will start. Managing crews and making sure the jobs get done with good quality and on time. They will see to it you get lots of on the job training so you will be too tired to mess with my daughter when you get home." He laughed, I didn't know if it was a joke or not. "Oh and don't wear those pretty clothes my daughter bought you. Jeans, work boots and a company shirt. Your manager will pick you up in an hour."

Click. An hour? I squinted at the clock, it was 5:30. I showered and ate breakfast, then examined my wardrobe. Jeans, t shirt, and hiking boots were close enough to work boots right? (wrong).

At 6:30 a dirty truck pulled into the driveway and honked loudly. The neighbors were going to be pissed. I got into the passenger side and met Frank Calvin, my new boss. He explained my job would be managing several building crews. Each crew had a boss to handle working details while I would ensure each crew arrived on projects at the right time with the right materials to do their work on schedule while never letting the crew sit idle.

There were crews specialized in the whole array of construction skills from excavation and concrete to framing, HVAC, electrical, plumbing and roofing. Our first stop was at the company headquarters where I was handed over to an office manager who went over the contract, company policies and benefits.

I opted to use my personal cell phone and receive a stipend to compensate my minutes. The hourly pay was more generous than my contract job over the summer, qualified for overtime and included health benefits. I was assigned a gas card, company truck and half a dozen shirts with the company logo. I wondered for the first time if this was purely nepotism so Casey's boyfriend would not be an embarrassment working a low class tech support job?

After a morning of reading and signing contracts, benefits packages and policies Frank picked me up and drove to a work site. He noticed my boots and gruffly ordered me to buy real work boots before tomorrow.

We arrived at the work site where I met a crew installing a new air conditioning system in a dentist's office. Frank explained my responsibility to schedule the crew, keep them supplied with materials, ducting, fasteners, connectors, refrigerant and a thousand other items he rattled off from memory. If the crew fell behind it was my job to make sure the next project wasn't delayed, either by scheduling another crew or reshuffling this one. Initially I would have responsibility for six crews but I was expected to handle two dozen once I proved myself.

I met two other crews that day, receiving a brief rundown of the materials and challenges unique to each. At 5:00 Frank took me home, making a detour to a construction supply store where he showed me which boots to buy.

I had hoped to spend the week working on my rope technique and drafting a D/s contract but my new job took most of the daylight hours and all of my mental energy. The first week was a blur of on the job training, meeting new people, and learning new responsibilities.


Chapter 22

On Saturday I slept in, recovering from the week. My body was accustomed to an office job but this construction management job involved a lot of running around work sites in the heat and dust wearing a hardhat. Finally I got out of bed and made coffee and some cereal.

I assembled a rigging practice dummy made from a pillow slipped over the back of a chair with sewn on 'breasts' made of cheap pillowcases cut down to size and stuffed with bean bag filling. The breast harness was my most challenging tie so I practiced it repeatedly.

I also wrote several rough drafts of a D/s contract. Linda was correct, writing it down, reading it, and rewriting it helped get a clear idea of what I wanted. I wasn't sure if I liked 'Master Eric, or Sir, or any other formal titles. A medium length contract seemed good to me, perhaps three months. With my employment draining much of my time and energy I favored a weekend schedule from Friday evening to Sunday evening. I rejected the full time nude arrangement shared by Bill and Linda. Stripping Casey is half the fun! Choosing to control her dressing another way I wrote she must wear only dresses or skirts and no panties.

I read about slave collars and I liked the idea but felt they were too conspicuous. A labia piercing with my name on the tag was more private but too extreme. I decided to buy a simple gold ring and have it engraved with my name and the dates. When she accepted the contract I would give her the ring as a symbol of my ownership.

Early in the process of writing my contract I allowed accommodations for her school schedule and studying, also stipulating that she would maintain her grades or the contract would be broken. Either party could end the contract at any time for any reason, but it would also end our relationship because I wanted the contract to carry emotional significance. Other exceptions included time off during her menstruation, vacations, family visits and social events. A college girl must have a social life and go to parties

The idea of controlling her orgasms was attractive to me so I forbade her from masturbating without my permission. Unless gagged she was required to ask permission to come during play time.

Writing the section on punishments was difficult for me as I had no experience punishing a sub. As a child I would be spanked if I hurt someone, grounded if I got in trouble at school or received bad grades, and toys were taken away if I was selfish with my siblings. I was uncomfortable treating Casey as if she were a child. I sent Master Bill an email explaining my confusion and asked if he had any advice.

Hours later he replied, "Your sub is not a child, don't think of your relationship that way. She is a self determining mature adult who is happy submitting to you. I told you it irritates your sub when you fail to lead. It also frustrates her when she knows she should be disciplined but is not. Your sub needs to know that no transgression will go undisciplined. You told me she asked for a spanking so I suspect she has a masochistic streak. Some subs will be disobedient just to get the discipline they crave. If she resorts to that kind of bratty behavior it means she is already frustrated with your soft hand and need more preemptive discipline. That could also mean withholding the physical correction because that is what she wants.

"Also discipline and punishment aren't the same thing. Punishment is for serious wrongdoing, things that might endanger the relationship and should be very rare. To be effective a punishment should be something she fears or hates (but don't violate her limits!) You must never punish your sub while angry or on a whim. Making her wait while you calm down can be part of the punishment. She anticipates the punishment and it affects her more deeply.

"Discipline is the constant training and guidance you give her during your master slave time including correction of bad habits and minor infractions or even just for your pleasure. This can be through positive or negative reinforcement. The reinforcement can be physical (a kiss or the whip), mental (granting privileges or being told to shop for a device for her own disciple), or emotional (saying I love you or that disappoints me). If you like to flog her, but she dislikes it (but it is not a limit), then she must learn to accept flogging for your pleasure.

"Don't worry about knowing it all right away. Get to know her likes and dislikes, her moods and desires and you will understand what all this means. Good luck, Bill."

Monday came and I was again immersed in work and new responsibilities. I felt overwhelmed but not to the point of giving up. The work was demanding but it did get easier with experience. Being so mentally challenged gave me little time to pine away the last week before Casey returned. Friday night I was filled with nervous energy and used it to clean the house from top to bottom.


Chapter 23

Casey called me early Saturday morning from the international airport in Dublin. She had boarded her flight and would be in New York's JFK in just under eight hours. The commuter flight from JFK to the regional airport near her university would arrive at ten minutes to six tonight.

Until now I had been reluctant to try out the toys I bought as Bill had suggested. I descended to the basement with my cell phone, nipple clamps with bells and blindfold. Setting the alarm on my phone for 10 minutes I stripped, bent over with my belly on a leather stool, attached the clamps to my nipples and donned the blindfold. It was immediately painful but I held my hands behind my back determined to know what it would feel like for Casey. My fingers were tightly clasped together and my breathing came short and fast. The pain grew steadily until I was sure I would have to end the experiment, but along with the pain came a growing arousal. Focusing attention on my hardening dick instead of my hurting nipples allowed me to relax and control my breathing.

It felt like an eternity but eventually the alarm went off and I sat up. Removing the blindfold I blinked at the bright lights. I learned from Casey's experience that removing nipple clamps is the hardest part of wearing them. Steeling myself for the shock I squeezed the back of both clamps and gasped as blood and sensation flooded through them. I knelt on the wood floor rubbing my flattened nipples and catching my breath. Between my legs my hardened cock begged for attention.

Denying my urge for release I got dressed and returned upstairs to practice roping my test dummy. I mentally prepared myself to handle Casey's predicted sexual aggressiveness like a respected master. Command, don't discuss. Use few words. Don't explain yourself unless asked. Speak with a confident voice. These were the rules for talking to construction workers that Frank Calvin had been teaching me at work.

That morning I went out and bought a small gift box with a bow for the masquerade blindfold mask. The furniture was arranged and the ropes were laid out.

Jogging through the neighborhood to kill time and relax I marvelled at the wealth on display. Casey's house was attractive and large but other houses in the area were enormous and ostentatious in their architecture and landscaping. Returning home a little after one I showered and shaved and found some leftovers to eat.

All summer I had lived downstairs in the guest bedroom; but at this late hour it occurred to me that it befits a master to live in the master bedroom. Casey's wardrobe was in the large walk in closet, but there was a smaller unused closet with a dresser inside where I moved all my clothing. I cleaned the comforter and sheets to get rid of dust after the bedroom construction was complete but that was more than two month ago. Fresh clean sheets, a comforter, and a master to occupy it made the master bedroom complete.

I called the regional airport to inquire about getting a gate pass and discovered it would be possible to meet Casey as she disembarked. Dressing in the business casual attire that had gone unused most of the summer I got into Casey's convertible and left early for the airport. Traffic was light that late Saturday afternoon so I arrived over an hour early. Filling out the paperwork I was granted a gate pass so I went through the TSA circus and found the gate where her plane was due to arrive.

I took a seat where I could see the down the jet bridge and waited. The hour ticked by slowly but right on time a narrow body aircraft with an engine on either side of the tail rolled up to the gate. The jet bridge was adjusted and soon people started filing out.

I spotted Casey when she rushed to get around a slow walking man pulling a rolling bag. She was walking quickly and sending a text message (probably to let me know she landed) so she didn't see me until I stood up and called her name. She stopped in her tracks and looked at me, then burst into a run closing the distance between us. Embracing like lovers who hadn't seen each other for three months, we kissed and hugged and laughed.

"I missed you Casey. Welcome home."

"Oh I missed you too. The summer was so long. I mean I love my family but I was going crazy not being able to touch you." She stroked my face lovingly.

I walked her to the car and opened the passenger door for her. While I drove, Casey told me about her summer activities, most of which she had told me about over the phone or over skype, but I was happy to hear it again. It started raining on the way home, soon thunder and lightning were booming across the skies. As I backed into the garage Casey was bouncing with excitement. "I want to see the basement dungeon first." She gushed.

"You will." I promised, "But not tonight."

She looked very disappointed but her face brightened when she said, "I have a bunch of exciting new ideas. I'll run upstairs and show you. Come up after me in about ten minutes ok?"

"No not tonight." Inside the house I took the gift box from off the mantle and handed it to her. "I have a gift for you."

She eagerly opened the box and examined the masquerade mask. "It's beautiful. Are we going to a ball tonight?" She teased.

"Try it on." I said simply.

She slipped it over her eyes. "I can't see. The eye holes aren't cut out."

She went to remove the max but I stopped her. "Give me your hand." She extended her hand to me and I led her back into the garage and carefully down the stairs to the basement.

"Can I see it now?" She asked hopefully.

"I said you will see it, but not tonight. Stand still." I unbuttoned her blouse, kissing her breasts, and slid her pants down to her ankles. "Step." She stepped out, leaving her pants in a pile on the floor. Standing in her bra and panties, blindfolded, she failed to conceal a nervous smile. Standing behind her I unhooked her bra and slid it down her chest to reveal her gorgeous double handful breasts and pink puffy nipples. Instinctively she moved to cover herself with her hands. "Put your hands behind your back." I commanded and she obeyed.

Cupping her breasts with my hands I said, "These beautiful mounds need no decoration. But I have another gift for you." Reaching into my slacks pocket I took out the clamps with a soft jingle. "Keep still my darling." Lining up the clamps over each nipple I simultaneously let go of the spring allowing them to squeeze down on her nipples.

She gasped but kept her hands together behind her back. "Good girl." I said reassuringly. "Hold you hands away from your bottom about fingers length apart. Selecting the rope I had set aside for her wrists I confidently coiled the ropes and tied them off. The tightness was right but I asked anyway, "Is that too tight? Can you escape?"

She tugged and against the ropes without success. "No I can't escape and it's not too tight. Where did you learn to do this?"

"Shhh. No questions." Looping more rope around her waist I secured her bound wrists to the small of her back with about six inches of slack. Taking hold of her wrists I pulled up, forcing her to bend forward. Another length of rope dangled from a loop on the ceiling to which I fixed her wrists. She was bent over and not able to straighten up.

My hands lingered over her ass still covered by panties. I punctuated the caress with a sharp slap against her bottom and she cried out in surprise. The bells jingled. "I like that sound. Shake your tits for me." Casey cautiously swung her breasts to and fro making a light tinkling sound. Another harder slap on her bottom. "Did I say gently swing your tits?"

"No."

"No what?"

"No Eric?"

"Try again."

"No Master Eric?" I decided I liked the sound of master after all.

"What did Master Eric say?"

"You said to shake my tits." She started bouncing her chest up and down causing the clamps to swing and the bells to jingle loudly.

"Very good my little slave. You can stop now. How are you feeling? Any numb or tingly feelings?"

Casey stood still, flexing her fingers. She shook her head. "No Master Eric. Your slave is not numb but my butt feels tingly in a good way."

I spanked her twice more. "Good. Are you OK to continue?"

"Yes Master Eric."

Hooking a thumb under the waistband of her panties I tugged them halfway down her thighs. "I want you to wriggle out of those." She started moving her legs around trying to get her panties to slide off. "Hurry up." I started spanking her bare bottom to encourage a more spirited attempt. The sound of nipple bells tinkling and spanking fill the air. Too quickly she got them loose and stepped out of her panties.

"What does this sound like?" Standing in front of her I unzipped my slacks and withdrew my penis, standing hard, ready and willing to serve.

"Like a zipper." I lightly slapped one of her breasts. "Like a zipper Master Eric." She hastily corrected herself.

"What does that mean?"

"It means I get to suck Master's penis?" She asked hopefully.

"Reach for it." I was standing several inches from her mouth so she had to stretch forward blindly searching with her lips. Casey strained against the rope reaching out toward my voice. Her lips grazed the tip of my cock and she corrected her balance for another attempt. She was able to take an inch into her mouth and sucked lustfully. I pulled on the rope binding her to the ceiling bringing her close enough to take all me down her throat.

After a few seconds I withdrew. "Not yet pet." Moving to her back side I spanked her bottom half a dozen times. "You are doing great." I reassured her. I reached between her legs and slid my thumb into her wet and ready slit. My fingers tickled at her clit causing Casey to buck her hips and moan. Pulling out I slapped her ass sharply. "You don't come until I say you come. Got it?"

"Yes Master Eric." Her reply was desperate and disappointed.

The vibrating magic wand was plugged in and waiting on the ottoman. My fingers again penetrated her while my other hand pressed the spherical vibrating head against her most sensitive spot. She tensed at the unfamiliar feeling, unsure what was to come next. At the second lowest setting I engaged the wand and Casey squeezed her knees together. In seconds she shouted, "Can I come? Can I come? Please I have to come!"

"Can I come what?"

"Can I come Master Eric!" She screamed desperately.

"Yes you can come."

"Oooooh ooooooh!" Her hips shivered and she strained against the ropes binding her. The vibrator continued to buzz as her orgasm subsided. I watched with increasing delight as her body shook she struggled to move away from the vibrator that tormenting her. She begged incoherently, "Oh please! Oh Please!"

Mercifully I stopped the wand. Her breathing was ragged and she sagged from her arms behind her back straining her shoulders. I untied the ceiling rope and took her in my arms to the leather ottoman to lay on her side. "I am going to remove your bells now."

She tensed in anticipation but nodded. Compressing the springs I took the clamps off quickly bringing a rush of pain as blood flowed back into the tender flesh. She hissed softly but made no further protest. Examining her hands I was pleased to see good color indicating circulation had not been cut off. I allowed her to rest for a minute while readying the next scene.

A smile adorned her face and her breathing was normal again. Still I asked, "Are you able to continue?"

"Hell yes Master Eric!"

I couldn't help but smile from her enthusiasm. "Stand up." She stood, arms still bound behind her back to the waist ropes. I selected the longest piece of rope and set to work behind her neck, between her breasts, circling each breast so that it stood out roundly, behind her back and under her breasts and building a slight shelf to lift them up. I tied it off and stepped back to examine my work. The practice had paid off. Casey stood stunningly beautiful in her bondage with her breasts bound in perfect form. "You look amazing." I told her.

"May I ask Master Eric a favor?"

"Name it."

"Take pictures so I can see later?"

"Granted. It pleases me that you did not ask to remove the blinder" I snapped a dozen pictures from various angles. Taking her by the arm I led her to sit down on the ottoman. Selecting a shorter length of rope I bound her legs just above the knees. Another piece of rope connected the knees to her breasts and I tightened it folding her in half. "Tell me if I go too tight or it gets hard to breath."

Casey nodded and I slowly drew her knees toward her breasts. They touched but she had not complained. Delightfully flexible girl! "Are you still OK? No numbness or tingling?"

"Yes Master I am OK. No numbness."

I rolled her onto her front. Tied into a ball, Casey's knees and face were pressed into the leather ottoman. Her breasts were squashed against the tops of her thighs and her arms remained tied behind her back.

Without any formality I lined up my cock and pressed inside her pussy. The rope circling her waist made a good handhold while I fucked her like I hadn't seen her in three months. I came quickly, spending myself against her womb. Stepped back I circled around to check her circulation and mood. She was humming softly to herself, a bit of drool puddled on the leather and a wide smile splashed over her face.

"I am going to sit you up. Can you balance?"

"Mmmmhmmm" A sharp twist to her nipples corrected the mistake. "Yes Master Eric."

I rolled her back on her butt and untied the rope between knees and breasts allowing her to straighten her legs. Next the rope binding her knees together and I ordered her, "get on your knees." I untied the binding around her waist and the now loose rope attaching it to her wrists. The wrist ropes fell away and she rubbed her wrists while I untied the elaborate chest harness.

While I worked she kneeled on the ottoman smiling and humming tunelessly. All that remained was her blindfold which I ordered her to keep on as I led her upstairs leaving her clothing and all of the toys we used on the floor. I locked the door behind us and led Casey up the second set of stairs to our bedroom. I pulled back the comforter and sheets and directed her to climb in. She lay on her back still wearing the blindfold while I stripped and joined her under the covers.

Rain pattered softly against the roof and the balcony outside. The lights were off and the room was lit only by the occasional flash of lightning. Thunder rolled as I pulled back the blindfold and stared into Casey's eyes.

"That was perfect Master Eric." She breathed contentedly.

"Welcome home darling." She cuddled against me, running her fingers through my chest hair, down my naval and through the short curly hairs between my legs. She massaged my spent cock bringing it back to life between her fingers. She straddled me and sank down onto my stiff member. Rocking her hips back and forth, grinding herself against my pelvis she groaned. I lasted much longer from having satisfaction only 15 minutes earlier.

"Can I come Master Eric?" She purred while riding me.

Holding her hips in my hands I replied. "Come as much as you want." She fucked me like her life depended on it. I couldn't tell if it was a long climax or many short orgasms but her groans seemed to go on and on. Her pace began to slow but I had not yet reached my finish so holding her hips tightly I pushed her forward and back until my cock stiffened and blew hot semen inside her cunt.

Casey lay on my chest breathing hard, with my manhood still stiff inside her and my arms embracing her while the thunder rolled on. "Welcome home Casey."