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By John YoungGood idea to read Bed Head first. It took some time getting dressed, there was the white corset, and the stockings, and then a long dress that buttoned down the front. A careful job on her hair, and then a little makeup. She didn’t bother with these things mostly, run a comb through her hair, a quick sniff test on whatever was on top of the pile of clothes, and out the door. Today it needed to be different, she thought. The house was easy to find, and she parked in a turnout at the base of the drive, very nice place. Deep breath. Did she really want to do this? Deep breath, yes. She walked up the stone walkway to the door of the half-timbered house and rang the bell. After a moment, the varnished oak door opened and a man, salt and pepper hair, tall and powerfully built, looked her up and down before saying, “hello?”.  “You don’t know me, exactly,” after finding her voice, she said, “but I would like to talk to you, if you have a minute.”He tilted his head, a questioning look on his face. “I have seen you somewhere, are you a friend of one of my daughters?”She shook her head. Reaching up to the front of her dress, she undid a button, and the material fell to one side slightly, revealing the a bit of the lace on the corset. She let her hand fall to her side and looked straight at him. He licked his lips slightly, seeing the lace, and then looked up at her. “Ah, well, I understand now where I have seen you. Come in, come in, let’s find out why you are here. I thought I made it clear to the carpenter that I was to remain anonymous, but I can see you wrangled it out of him, somehow.” He waved her in to the house and told her to make herself at home at the kitchen table, that he had something in the office to finish. The kitchen was lovely, one of those show-pieces in walnut and stone, with an old French cabinet maker’s bench, of all things, for the table. She sat down and after a moment or two he walked into the kitchen and sat with one hip on the table. “One thing I want to make clear,” he said, “is that if you have come here to ask me to pay you to keep quiet about the video or the bed or something like that, the answer is no. I do not do that kind of thing in principle, and in any case I am single and do not care what is said about me.”She looked up at him, he had a very strong presence, a physicality that she had seldom encountered, and she felt it in her belly. “No, something like that would not have occurred to me.” She paused, touched the next button on her dress and squared her shoulders to him, looking him straight in the eye. “I do need money though, right now. What did occur to me was that if you would pay that kind of money for a bed like that and the video, you might be happy to pay more to have me in person.”He laughed easily, looked down for a moment, thinking, and then stood up and walked around the table. He reached down and touched her cheek, running his thumb over her lips. She didn’t flinch, just sat there looking up at him. He ran his hand back into her hair, his fingers parting the tresses and then he bunched up his hand into a fist, tightly, but not painfully, and pulled her head back. With his other hand he ran his fingers down her bared neck, down her chest to top of the corset. “I would be willing Yeşilköy escort bayan to do that. I have no plans for the day. Let’s say $1,000?” She couldn’t look away from him. But she found her voice “Twelve hundred.” He nodded. “Ok, twelve hundred it is.” He ran his thumb over her lips, his finger tips just touching her cheek. Slowly he pushed the thumb into her mouth. She, almost involuntarily, touched it with her tongue, looking up into his eyes, and then thinking she might as well give him a taste of what he was going to be paying for, started to caress it with her lips and tongue. He sighed and closed his eyes. “Yes,” he said, half to himself.Letting her go he walked out of the room and she heard a door close. Moments later he was back, holding a thin stack of bills. “You’re in luck, normally I don’t keep cash like this in the house, but it was poker night last night and I had a couple of big hands.”Putting the cash on the table, he held out his hand and when she took it, he pulled her to her feet. He towered over her. He was standing very close and again she felt his presence, a bigness and strength that made her feel, not afraid, but small and pliant. She leaned back against the table and he reached out and started unbuttoning her dress. Closing her eyes, feeling his fingers on her body, on the buttons, she wondered at how unstrange this felt. That morning she had got up and got dressed and driven across town to fuck a man she had never seen, for money. Knowing that if she thought about it, it would never happen, she hadn’t thought about it. So here she was, in this man’s kitchen, a stack of bills on the table there, being undressed by him, and it didn’t feel strange, it felt like she belonged here. Mostly, she thought, it was the guy. If she had come to the house to sell girl scout cookies and he had invited her into the kitchen, talked to her, and then started to unbutton her dress, such was his force that she thought she might have just let him. Unbelievable. It was not love at first sight, not lust, not at that moment even the money, much. He was going to spend the day fucking her senseless, and that was how it was going to be.The last button came undone and he pulled the dress down off her, revealing the white corset and stockings.“Lovely” he said running his hand down to cup her breast through the lace. “You are lovely, just like in the video.” “Tell me, I don’t mean to, um, say anything about it any particular way, but why do you like to tie girls up and sodomize them?”He looked at her quizzically, a little thrown off his train of thought for a moment. “Oh, you know, I was a mortgage banker, I loved and still miss my work.”She could see his cock stirring in his pants, and he adjusted it and then reached back into his pocket and brought out a pair of handcuffs. Thick, expensive, cop-style cuffs. He took her hands in his and put them on her. The clicking of the locks was loud in the silent kitchen, it vibrated through her as she felt the cool steel close on her wrists. She wanted to move, to flinch, to escape, and didn’t want to. Like with the carpenter, putting her wrists and head into the stocks. She felt the lassitude stealing into her limbs, a heat in her skin. She looked down. What was this?Reaching Escort Yeşilyurt under the table he pulled out a drawer. “I bought this bench on vacation last year, picked up many of the tools at the same time. Nice stuff, though I don’t do much woodwork any more.” He pulled out a sort of L-shaped iron. “This is called a valet in French, or holdfast, used to hold stuff down on the bench top.” He walked around to the other side of the bench, pulling her down onto her stomach across it. Putting the long part of the iron into a hole in the top, he hooked the chain of the cuffs under the short part and reached down into the drawer, picked up a wooden mallet and tapped the angle of the iron sticking up between her wrists, wedging the shaft down into the thick oak top. “Amazing how well these things hold. Couldn’t pull it out if you tried, I couldn’t, even.”She did try, a bit, testing her bonds, but it was stuck in there like it was set in cement. He walked around the table and rested a hand on her back and she let him push her down onto the table. She sighed. All the strength had gone out of her. His knee went between her legs spreading them apart and she felt his hands on her hips and then his hard cock through the material of his pants pressing into her pussy and ass. This is what she was here for today, she thought dimly as she felt him untying the knot on the laces on the back of her corset. She had come here, the money was just there on the table, and he was going to fuck her, to do what he liked with her. She could feel the tool marks of many decades on the surface and edge of the table under her. Probably the first time the bench had been used for this kind of work, she thought.“We are going to tighten up this corset a bit, please breath out.”She did and he cinched up the laces, over and over until she could hardly breath. He was strong, his hands felt like iron tools. Soft skin, not a working man’s hands, but she could imagine what they were going to feel like on her body that day. When he was finished the corset felt like a sheath of iron around her, like the cuffs that held her wrists. She could feel his cock pulsing against her ass. He was big, that she could feel too. Oh fuck what had she gotten herself into? But there was a part of her that, money or no, would not have gotten up and walked out the door, even if she could have. When he was finished, she felt his hand slip down into her panties and she gasped as he ripped them off her, felt the sudden cool air on her pussy and ass. She heard his zipper and felt a moment of panic, tried the cuffs again, saw almost in slow motion her hands trying briefly to push the valet loose, heard the clink of the chain on the iron. No, nothing, she felt the struggle flow back out of her. The heaviness come back into her body and she laid her head back down on the table. He paid no attention to her brief struggle.“No, not so fast,” she heard him say to himself. He lifted her effortlessly and turned her over stretching her out on her back on the bench. His eyes devoured her and his hand slipped under the corset to caress her breast. Soft skin, iron fingers cupping her softness, rolling the stiff nipple. She moaned. He smiled at her, the kind of half cruel smile of a man fully aroused Zeytinburnu escort who was going to take what he wanted. He reached back into the drawer and pulled out a coil of rope, old natural fiber stuff, stained with the years and used it to tie her ankles to the feet of the table, stretching her out until she could feel the pull of the cuffs and with her legs spread out could barely move. “No, not so fast. I don’t know if it is the custom in these cases, but I find I enjoy fucking women more after they have cum. To see in their eyes that they want it, are taking pleasure from it. Let’s see if it will work with you, now.”He caressed her again and moved his other hand down to her mound, and began caressing her, dipping his fingers in and out of her just a bit. She felt her body respond, she was already wet, she couldn’t take her eyes off his as one hand played with her breasts and caressed her face, pressing a thumb into her mouth for her to suck. She watched his eyes and felt his hands and very soon she surprised herself with the burning pleasure creeping up and then coming out of her. The orgasm washed over her and she wanted to move, to take his fingers into her cunt, to make it last. But she couldn’t move, couldn’t do anything and it went on and on as she felt his fingers press down onto her clit. “Ah, yes, that was what we were looking for.” He left her there, and walked across the kitchen. “What this calls for is a little champagne. Normally don’t start this early, but this has already been an unusual day.” She watched him pop the cork on the bottle and pour two glasses. He sipped and gave her some too, a little awkwardly on the table. It fizzed in her mouth and he sat the glass down on the table and started in on her again. She started to protest that it was too soon, she was still too sensitive, but he took her nipple and pinched it cruely between his finger and thumb, wrenching a cry from her lips. “You are on my schedule today, and I will do what I like when I like it and you will be begging me to fuck you before we are done here.”And it worked and she felt the burning in her belly starting again, and then the second orgasm washing through her leaving her limp on the table under his hands. He leant down and kissed her on the shoulder. “My turn,” he whispered. He untied her legs and shifted her over to the edge of the table so that her head hung down off it. He took out another coil of thick white rope, and started looping it around her neck. It was kind of tight and she felt a pang of fear and opened her mouth to protest. But he, catching her look, put a finger on her lips.“Sh, don’t worry. Relax.”When he was finished tying it off, it formed almost a neck brace, a collar, it went from her shoulders up under her jaws, very tight, like the corset, like the cuffs on her wrists, but she could breath easily. He took her by the hair at the back of her neck again, and turned her head toward him. She watched as he unzipped his pants and took out his cock. It was big, bigger than she had thought, bigger than she had known before, and now he was going to fuck her with it. She saw it coming at her head and she opened her mouth and he pushed in slowly edging back over her tongue to the entrance to her throat. God, no she couldn’t deep throat that, but he began fucking her, his hand in her hair like a vise, a little bit farther, a little bit deeper each time. She could feel his cock pulsing against her tongue, felt the spongy head pushing back into her farther and farther.

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