BDSM The Bondage Catering

Emily's eyes briefly surveyed the room again. It was the most bland room in the house. The walls were plain. But there were antique devices of various sizes and shapes. Everything looked so intimidating.

"I'll keep an open mind," she said. "But I don't like pain. And I don't want to be pushed too fast. There's no need to rush. Okay?"

He nodded. "Thank you for the clarity. You should know that I'm a very patient man. I've done this for many years with countless submissive women. I never push further unless she's ready."

Those words sent a strange feeling down Emily's spine. She couldn't stop thinking about the phrase 'submissive women.' In a matter of moments, she knew she could very well be in the same position as those 'submissive women.'

"Okay," she nodded back. "Thank you. So how should we begin?"

John stood and slowly paced the room, looking at each of the devices while Emily remained sitting in a timid position. He looked at each device in a way that made Emily nervous.

"Have you ever been tied before?" John asked.

Emily shook her head. "No."

"Would you like to be?"

"I don't know."

He gestured to the wooden table. "Why don't we give it a try?"

"I don't know," she shrugged nervously.

"Is this too much for you? I need to see something for inspiration. Watching you sit there isn't going to help me very much."

Emily slowly stood up and took a breath. "I'll do whatever you want."

"Are you sure? Emily, I don't want you to do something that you're not comfortable with. I can find other ways to pay you."

She took another deep breath. "No, I'm sure. We made an agreement for modeling, and I intend to follow through."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. Very."

"Then lay down," John said, gesturing towards the wooden table.

The table looked painfully uncomfortable. It looked old and rustic. It was low enough so that a person could easily lay on it. There were old metal bars on each end, which gave Emily an uneasy sensation.

Feelings aside, she laid down on the table. It was painful and uncomfortable like she expected. She was convinced that the table was designed for torture, not pleasure. She wondered how anyone could feel pleasure from such a thing.

She laid in the middle of the table and stared straight at the ceiling.

"I'm going to tie your wrists," he said, standing over her head.

She was silent for a moment while looking at John's figure standing above her.

"Okay," she replied, lifting her wrists. "Go ahead."

John softly took her wrists and brought them to the metal bar on the table. The bar was cold like she expected. The texture against her skin wasn't very smooth, which was a sign that it was made long ago, before modern machinery.

She felt her wrists being tied to the bar with a thick rope. Emily never bothered to look. She kept her eyes on the ceiling.

"Does it hurt?" he asked.

"No. I'm fine."

His footsteps paced the room. Emily didn't bother to look at John. But she wondered what John must have thought. The sight of her in a nice dress, wrists tied, must have been arousing to John, she thought.

"Tell me again," he said. "What's your limit?"

She gulped. "Just don't hurt me."

"Can I open your dress?" he asked in a smooth voice.

"No. Not that."

"Then I guess you have other limits," he replied with a faint sense of amusement.

"I guess."

"Can I touch you?" he asked. "It's perfectly okay if you decline. But we've already come this far, and you certainly look enticing."

"If you want," she replied sheepishly.

"It's not about what I want. It's about what you're comfortable with."

She struggled with her thoughts for a moment. "I'm comfortable with it. It's okay. Go ahead, if you want. I mean, I'm comfortable with it."

"Are you sure, Emily? I don't want to pressure you if you're not comfortable."

"Just as long as you, you know..."

"Just as long as I compensate you financially?" he asked, half amused.

His tone and phrasing made Emily feel even more uncomfortable.

"Yes," she replied.

"You don't have to worry about that."

Emily expected more back-and-forth banter, but John was done talking. He walked to her body as she was laying down on the table. Emily saw him staring at her body. She was clearly nervous. She didn't know what he was planning.

His eyes feasted and roamed her body. Finally, he decided. Then he made his move. John reached down and touched Emily's knee. It was a sudden touch which caught her off guard. She flinched.

"Are you okay, Emily?"

"I'm fine. I just, I wasn't expecting that."

He slid his hand further down her thigh. His hand slid deeper until it went beneath her yellow skirt. It made Emily uncomfortable, but it also made her tingle between the legs. Her eyes remained focused on the ceiling.

"Do you mind if we continue further?" he asked. "We've already come this far."

"Go ahead. I don't mind."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure."

John lifted the bottom of Emily's skirt and pushed it upward. Her panties were exposed. John slid his hand underneath Emily's panties. Naturally, she flinched again, but she held herself still. John's hand rubbed her crotch. Emily's body and feet became tense.

"You have to relax," John said. "Otherwise this won't do us any good."

"Okay."

Emily tried her best to relax her body. Her eyes remained on the ceiling. She felt too ashamed to look at John. She simply allowed him to fondle her crotch.

She gasped when John played with her clitoris. It was a move she hadn't expected. Her natural instinct was to reach down and push John's hand away, then to cover herself, then to slap John in the face, but the restraints around her wrists were tight. She gave a soft tug, but to no avail.

"Are you trying to get out?" John asked. "If you want out, just ask me, and I'll untie you immediately."

"I'm sorry. It was a reaction."

"Well don't react like that. That's not the reaction I want."

"Okay. Sorry."

John's fingers moved in a furious circular motion on the swollen clitoris. Emily had no choice but to gasp. It felt too amazing to contain her feelings. The fingers never stopped. It was a nice pleasure. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the pleasure from John. It was a tingly sensation which flowed through her body.

"I can tell you're close," he said. "Relax yourself. It's almost over."

With her eyes still clenched shut, Emily allowed herself to enjoy John's fingers as they pleasured her delicate little clitoris. Moments passed before Emily's toes stiffened. Short panting noises escaped her lips. Her eyes clenched tightly. Her muscles contracted. It was a nice well-deserved orgasm from all the stresses in her life.

Finally, her body relaxed and John moved his hand out of her panties. He moved her dress back to its proper position. He gave Emily a pat on the thigh, as if she had done something right.

"You certainly enjoyed that," John said as he began to untie her wrists.

Emily was freed. She sat upright and rubbed her wrists, which were slightly red and painful from the rope. The orgasmic feeling helped counter the pain.

"I liked it," she replied. "It was nice. Really nice. Gosh, I haven't felt that in a long time. I mean, not as good as how you did it."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it. It's brought back a lot of memories for me, which will help with my writing. You were a wonderful little inspiration for me."

"Always glad to be of service."

"Excellent," he nodded. "I'll be sure to add a bonus in your check at the end of the month. I think you've earned an extra five grand for this."

A feeling of shame surprisingly came over Emily. She knew John meant well. She appreciated the extra five thousand, which was far more than she had expected. But a feeling of guilt came over her, as if she had just sold her body and sexuality for easy cash. It made her feel unclean and dirty.

"I'm not a whore," she blurted out, then instantly regretting it.

"I never said you were."

"Sorry," she replied. "I really appreciate everything. But I've never used my body like this, you know, to make money."

John shook his head, disappointed with himself.

"Don't be sorry. This is my fault. I was hasty with you. I shouldn't have asked you to model for me."

Emily stood and fixed her dress.

"I enjoyed it," she said. "I really did. But it was just a little weird for me. Maybe we can do it again next time? Just a little slower."

"I don't think so. This clearly isn't for you."

Emily gave a shy look while the feeling of orgasm still flowed through her body.

"I'll prepare your lunch now," she said.

"I can do that myself. You can go."

She gave an obedient nod. "I'm glad we did this."

"So am I," he replied. "But we should never do this again."

Emily nodded, knowing that John had already made a firm decision. There was a subtle awkwardness between them. After a few more words were exchanged, she left wondering what John was thinking.

The New Job / Sexual Discoveries

Later that night. Emily sat in front of her computer and looked for ways to solicit new clients. She sent at least a dozen emails to different companies to promote her catering business. She didn't expect much of a response, but it was worth the try and she had nothing to lose.

The phone rang. It was her mother calling to check up again. They made their usual small talk and there wasn't much to say.

"Running my own business is hard," Emily moaned.

"Did you expect it to be easy?"

"I don't know what I expected. I don't mind working hard. I love cooking for other people. But gosh, I need more clients."

"In my experience, business is who you know," her mom replied. "A lot of business comes from personal connections. So get out there and try to meet new people instead of searching online."

"Makes sense I guess."

"You guess? When am I ever wrong?"

"I don't know."

"Don't sound so depressed, Emily," her mom said. "A lot of people struggle with a new business. Just keep trying."

"Thanks mom."

"How are things with John? Does he still pay you generously?"

"It's complicated," Emily sighed. "But yeah, he still pays well."

"He does seem like a complicated guy."

"You don't know the half of it."

There was a pause on the phone.

"Has he tried anything on you?" her mother asked cautiously.

Emily was quick to lie. "No way. Of course not."

"You can tell me the truth. I'm here for you."

"Mom, he's not my type. If he ever made a move, I would hit him over the head with whatever I cooked that day."

"That sounds like the Emily I know," her mom chuckled.

"Hypothetically speaking, what if he did? I mean, how would you feel about that?"

"If John made a move?"

"Yeah," Emily replied. "How would you feel?"

There was another pause on the line.

"I suppose that's up to you. If he asked you out on a date, that's your decision."

"Really?"

"That's your decision Emily. But if he tried to grope your butt in the kitchen, then I'd suggest you pour some of your famous hot gravy over his head."

"Of course I would," Emily replied with a sarcastic voice.

"You sound like you have something on your mind."

"Not anymore. Thanks mom, you're the best. I have to go."

"Bye. I love you."

"I love you too mom."

The call ended and Emily leaned back in her chair. She thought about John and the orgasm she received that day. She still remembered the feelings vividly. Every touch, every emotion. The feeling of the hard wood against her body. The feeling of John's hand against her pussy. Most of all, the orgasm.

Bondage was never her thing, but it felt good.

She looked online and searched different terms. It made her feel like a college student again while she did research. She did various searches on bondage and its pleasures. She looked at various images. It made her aroused again and she slid a hand down her panties.

Monday morning. Emily made an effort to look nice when she went to John's house. She wore a blue dress and her hair was neatly combed. John didn't pay much attention to her appearance when he opened the door to let her in.

"Can we talk?" Emily asked. "About business I mean."

"Of course."

"Great. Hang on."

Emily put the food in the kitchen and went to the spacious living room where John had sat down. She sat across from him.

"I've been doing a lot of thinking over the weekend," she said. "About our relationship."

"So have I," he said, not letting her finish her thoughts. "I think we should end this. It's clear to me that our business relationship has been compromised. I've already begun looking for a replacement for my household needs."

Emily sat frozen for a moment while the news slowly sunk in.

"What? No. That's not what I wanted."

"I think it's for the best," he replied. "You're a bright young woman. You'll find your place in this world."

The dumbfounded look remained on her face. "This isn't what I was expecting to hear. I thought our conversation was going to be a lot different."

"What were you expecting?"

"I came here to tell you that I was interested in continuing, you know, what we did last Friday."

He arched an eyebrow. "Really? And why would you want that?"

"Do I really have to say it?"

"Yes."

She took a deep breath. "Obviously I enjoy working here. I enjoy the benefits. I think you're a great boss to have. And what we did last week, in your room, I really liked it. I guess I was scared at first, but I thought about it a lot, and I wouldn't mind if we continued."

"Interesting."

"You think so?" she asked.

"You're not as timid as I thought. I never would have expected you to come out and directly tell me these things. I'm impressed."

She smiled, "Thank you."

"What should happen next?"

"I don't know," she awkwardly shrugged. "That's up to you. But I'd like our business relationship to continue."

"Be brave, Emily. Tell me what happens next. This very minute. I want to know what's in your mind. Surprise me."

She mustered her courage and gave John a look of determination. Her lips tightened and her nose slightly flinched. Her eyes were locked on John, who was stoic, waiting for her to do something bold.

Emily stood and brushed her dress with her hands. Her fingers wrapped around the shoulder straps of her dress. She pushed the straps away and wiggled her body, allowing the dress to fall to the floor. She stood before John in her white bra & panties, with her pretty dress around her ankles.

"What are you doing?" he asked without emotion.

"I'm showing my dedication to the job."

"Maybe you've misunderstood me. I don't think this is the right path for you."

"You're not telling me to stop," she replied. "And I don't hear you complaining either."

John's eyes roamed her scantily clad body. She had an average build, slightly on the thin side. Small breasts and narrow hips. It was clear she rarely exercised since her muscle tone was faint.

"You're fairly attractive," he noted.

She kicked her dress away and took several steps forward until she stood directly in front John.

"Here's the deal," she said boldly. "The new deal. I"ll be your exclusive caterer. I'll also be your model whenever needed. You can make me cum if you want. If it feels really good, then I'll return the favor for free."

He raised an eyebrow. "You'll return the favor?"

"I"ll make you cum. Free of charge. I'm not a prostitute. Think of it as a gratuity from a grateful recipient."

"Sounds like an unusual business relationship."

"We've already crossed the line anyway" she said.

"I'll have to consider it."

Emily reached down and grabbed John's wrist, bringing his hand to her panties. He touched the outside of her panties and rubbed between her legs.

"Think fast," she said. "Or else I'll retract the offer."

He gave a half-hearted smile. "The new bold Emily. I like it."

"So do I."

John pressed his fingers harder against Emily's panties. She moaned from the hot touch. She moaned even more when John slid his hand inside of her panties, touching her bare pussy. She was aroused, and there was no doubt about it.

"You're wet," he noted, looking up at her.

"I know."

"Take off your bra. Let me see you."

Emily reached back to unclasp her bra, tossing it to the couch. Her small perky breasts were freed. Her nipples were pink and small. They quickly hardened from the cool air and blatant sexual arousal. She resisted the urge to cover her breasts with her hands because she had always felt insecure about her chest. But she tried to be brave and she pushed her chest forward.

"Do you like them?" she asked.

"I love every woman's breasts. Each are unique and special in their own way. Yours are no exception. They're lovely."

"Thank you sir."

"Sir?" he asked rhetorically. "You know what I like."

"And what do you like?" she asked timidly.

"Ownership."

"Oh..."

John used both hands to yank Emily's panties to the floor, leaving the girl completely naked, from head to toe.

He stood up and took Emily by the hand.

"Follow me," he said. "There's something I'd like to show you."

He led Emily down the hall while holding her hand in a romantic way. Emily was nervous, but followed his lead. She knew they were headed towards the bondage room. The thought made her excited and nervous.

The door was unlocked and John opened it. He turned the lights on and they entered. The air was cold, which made Emily's nipples even harder. Her eyes looked around and she wondered what John had planned.

"You have a new set of responsibilities," John said. "I expect complete obedience. I expect you naked at all times. Understood?"

"Yes. I understand."

"Bend over the table," he said. "On your stomach. I'm going to tie you. I want to make you cum again."

"Yes sir."

Emily looked at the intimidating table. It was a different table than before. But it looked equally as uncomfortable and painful. The wood looked old, and so did the metal frame. There was no use in complaining. She did what she was told and laid her naked breasts and stomach onto the wooden table. It was more uncomfortable than she expected. The wood was cold, and it stung her sensitive little nipples.

Her eyes looked at the floor. She heard John walking around the room before approaching her.

"I'm going to tie you," he said. "Relax your arms and legs. This is a simple process if you are calm."

"Okay."

"Are you sure you want this?"

"Yes," she replied.

"Why?"

"Because I want to cum again."

Emily didn't get a reply back. Instead, she felt John tying each of her ankles to the cold metal frame of the table. It was uncomfortable and scary. Each knot was tight. The rope was thick, which hurt her skin.

The same process was done to her wrists. Each wrist was tied to the metal frame in the same manner. When it was finished, her ankles & wrists were bound to the table. She was face down with her bare stomach and breasts pressed tightly on the wooden surface. It was a scary feeling knowing that she had given John absolute power over her body. She was completely and utterly helpless.

Something tapped against her bare bottom. It felt hard, yet smooth. She wasn't sure what it was. Then she felt John's fingers brush against her bottom.

"Do you mind if I touch you like this?" he asked, knowing the answer.

"No."

"Good. I like your skin. You're very tender.."

John's hand roamed her bottom, feeling every curve. He massaged each of her butt cheeks with his strong hands.

Then she felt something hard touch her bottom again. It had a smooth curved surface.

"What is that?" she asked.

"It's a vibrator. Have you ever used one before?"

"No."

"Would you like to feel it?"

"I'm open to it."

"Good girl."

A buzzing sound suddenly rang in the room and it sent a shiver down Emily's spine. Her eyes remained on the floor as she listened to the buzzing. Her body violently twitched the moment the buzzing touched the tip of her clitoris. It was painful, in a bad way, and in a good way. She tried to fight it, struggling against the ropes, which was useless.

The buzzing sound stopped.

"Shall we end this?" he asked.

"No. Please don't. I'll stop moving."

"Control yourself Emily."

The buzzing sound returned as the vibrator was activated again. It touched her clit, and Emily did her best to remain still. She fought the urges to struggle while she accepted the vibrating feeling against her most sensitive area. It made her toes curl violently. Her teeth gritted as her jaw clenched. Her fists clenched tight. Having her clitoris tortured with a vibrator was the last thing she had expected.

It buzzed and buzzed. The tip of the vibrator was held against her clit until she thought it was going to explode. Just before she was about to scream in agony, John moved the vibrator and pushed it inside of her pussy. It was a surreal feeling. It had been a while since she had been penetrated with anything besides her fingers.

The vibration inside of her pussy was a mixture of pain and pleasure. John skillfully pushed and pulled the sex toy. Emily did her best not to scream.

"Are you enjoying this?" he asked teasingly.

Emily panted. "I...I...uh..."

"Yes or no?"

"Yes! God, yes."

John pushed the device even further inside of Emily's pussy, making her gasp more. She was nearly breathless when it entered her body all the way. Her arms and legs tugged the ropes, but to no avail. She was trapped with the powerful vibrator inside of her wet vagina.

"Are you close?" he asked.

She struggled for the words. "Yes...almost..."

"Cum for me, my darling."

The vibrator was pushed and pulled inside Emily's pussy without mercy. She tried to relax her body, which always made it easier for her to orgasm. She tried her best to relax her vaginal muscles from the stretching, allowing John to have his way.

An orgasm was impending from the vibrator. It was a different orgasm than anything she had ever felt before. Being tied & bound while a vibrating object was thrusting inside of her pussy was a potent combination.

Emily's toes arched tighter and her fists clenched harder. Every muscle in her body contracted. Her panting and moaning became harder.

"Oh my god...Oh my god...Oh my god..."

Suddenly, the device was switched into a higher gear, and the vibrations became much stronger. Emily screamed from the powerful vibration being pushed & pulled in her pussy. She cried. Then she sobbed uncontrollably when she climaxed. A rush of fluids gushed from inside of her pussy, making a mess on the table and leaving a puddle on the hard floor.

More thrusts came from the power vibrator until the fluids stopped. John removed the vibrator from Emily's pussy, which made a loud buzzing noise. Then he turned it off.

When the vaginal assault was finally over, Emily's pussy was a dripping hot mess. Her wetness was like a small orgasmic river. Her pussy was shining from her vaginal fluids. The table was wet. And the fluids were dripping down onto the floor like a leaking faucet.

Emily was barely conscious as she slowly regained her composure. It was by far the best orgasm she had ever experienced in her life. She heard John's footsteps approaching her head. John bent down and kissed her hair.

She wondered why John hadn't untied her yet.

"Are...we...done..." she managed to speak.

"Not yet. Do you remember your promise?"

"Which one?" she groaned.

"You said that if I made you cum, then you'll return the favor. So, how does your orgasm feel?"

"Un...freaking...believable," she slurred.

John smiled at her. "Good girl. Now, do you feel like returning the favor?"

"Yes sir. Are you going to untie me?"

"I like you in this position."

Emily heard the sound of John's pants being unzipped. She knew exactly what John wanted. He was still standing next to her face, which meant that he wasn't interested in fucking her, at least not on that particular day.

She looked upwards when John came closer to her face. She saw his hard cock pointed directly at her lips. It was obvious what he wanted.

With a lustful heart, Emily opened her mouth while John took another step forward, entering between her lips. There was no feeling out process, and there was no time to adjust. John merely pushed his hips forward so Emily could suck the way a good submissive should.

"My god. You have lips like an angel," he said, impressed by what his cock was feeling.

Oral sex was never Emily's thing. She was never very good at it, and it was never her preference to do. But with John, she was eager to please. Especially with the powerful orgasmic feeling still flowing through her body. Her lack of skills wasn't an issue since her body was still bound to the table. John did all the work, gently thrusting his hips back & forth. All he needed was a warm mouth to fuck. The only thing Emily had to do was keep her lips wrapped tightly around John's hard shaft and suck.

"Fuck, I'm going to cum," John grunted. "And you're going to swallow."

His sense of command was arousing to Emily, for a reason she couldn't understand. She felt John's hands rubbing through her hair while she sucked. She felt his cock become even stiffer inside of her mouth. She tried her best to use her tongue on his shaft, which she had always been told felt nice. The cock went deeper inside of her mouth, which made her fearful of gagging. Her gag reflex was terrible. But John knew how much Emily was capable to taking, so he never pushed too far. It was the sign of a pro, she thought to herself.

She watched as John stroked himself, while the tip of his erection was still inside of her mouth. She kept her lips tightly sealed around him. John grunted as he stroked furiously.

Seconds later, her tongue was coated with John's cum. Spurt after spurt. It had a distinct taste. She swallowed to prevent her mouth from overflowing. Seconds later, the cum stopped and Emily had swallowed everything.

"My god," John said, pulling his cock out of her mouth. "That was wonderful. Where did you learn to suck like that?"

He hunched over for a moment, before standing up to zip his pants. Then he reached down to untie Emily.

When she was freed, she caressed her own wrists & ankles, which had dark red marks on them. It quickly sunk in that she was still completely naked, and that she didn't care anymore. She liked being naked in front of John.

"I really enjoyed the whole experience," she noted confidently.

John touched her neck and gave her a kiss on the forehead, then more on the cheeks. Finally, he planted several kisses on her hair.

"So did I. Our partnership is going to work very well. Think of all the possibilities we can share together."

"I know."

"You're like a butterfly, growing before my very eyes," he said.

"It's all because of you," she smiled. "Now if you'll excuse me, I made something very special for lunch. You'll love it. I'm sure you've worked up an appetite, so I better go prepare it now."

Emily got up and walked naked to the door. There was a confidence in her walk. She loved being naked. It was fun. The fluids dripped down her legs. The taste of cum was still in her mouth.

Then, she stopped when she reached the doorway, and she turned around to face John, proud of her naked body. She told him not to worry about the mess, that she would clean it later. It was part of her newfound duties.
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