Memoirs of a Man Slut: Getting Dirty in the Clean Room

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“We’re the only ones in the lab,” Toni says from behind me.I look up from the equipment I’m working on and glance around. It’s the middle of the night, and we are in what I affectionately call the “fishbowl.” A rectangular eight-thousand square foot clean room with windows that wrap around the perimeter of the lab.Despite the aquarium style windows, the lab itself was pretty damn awesome. At last count, there is well over $100 million worth of top of the line and prototype manufacturing equipment in here. And I get to play with it on a daily basis.One downside is that the equipment in the lab is incredibly sensitive. A single particle of dust can cost thousands of dollars in lost output, and a careless fingerprint will bring a system down for days. Humans are dirty creatures, and we wear polyester “bunny suits” to protect the equipment from us.I look back at Toni and nod. “Yup, looks like,” I say as I turn back to my work.I’m so wrapped up in the repair work that I don’t realize she’s still standing there until she puts a hand on my shoulder and leans against me.“What ‘cha workin’ on?” she asks in a sing-song voice.With a slight sigh, I put down my tools and straightened up. Toni takes a small step back to give me room, but she doesn’t take her hand from my shoulder.“Day shift blew up the RF thing-a-ma-bob, and the replacement part didn’t arrive until about two hours ago,” I say, as I gesture at the parts strewn about my workbench. “Craig is being a dick, and he said I couldn’t leave until I fixed it. So, that’s what I’m doing.” I try to keep the frustration out of my voice. I like Toni, and it’s not her fault my boss is a jerk.“Okay, I’ll let you get back to work then.”“Thanks,” I say, as I take a deep breath and pick up my tools. With any luck, I’ll have this thing back up by and running by quitting time.It takes ten minutes of my sub-conscience needling me before I realize that Toni sounded a bit disappointed. I try to dismiss the thought, but my sub-conscience is insistent.Toni and I usually go to the Village Inn for lunch on Friday nights, but I had to cancel on her tonight. Critical repairs have to take precedence over my appetite.Our Friday lunches have become one of the high points of my week. Since we work graveyard, it’s usually the two of us at lunch. Which means we could talk about subjects that would ordinarily be off limits. Thinking about our Friday lunches reminds me of last Friday.—-It was late September in Oregon, and Toni was wearing a green and gold Oregon Ducks sweatshirt to ward off the chill. We had finished lunch, and I was about to fire up my old Chevy Blazer when she declared: “Are you hot, Thomas? I am.”Without waiting for a reply from me, grabbed the bottom of her sweatshirt, and pulled it up over her head. Her t-shirt went up with the sweatshirt, and my gaze was pulled directly to her tits. Her bra wasn’t the plane Jane padded bra, but it wasn’t a full-on Fredericks of Hollywood “here are the titties” bra either. It was somewhere in between, though it leaned towards the Fredericks side of the spectrum.Toni was also showing off a beautiful orange and black tiger tattoo running across her belly. It started on her right hip, below her belt line and stretched up her flat stomach to the bottom of her left breast. The mouth of the big cat was spread wide as if it was trying to reach the underside of Toni’s black bra and rip it off of her. I could sympathize. As sexy as the bra was, I too wanted it gone.All too soon, Toni untangled her t-shirt from the sweater, and the shirt came down with an unabashed “Oops.” I had expected her to pull her shirt down quickly to cover herself, but to my surprise, she didn’t seem to be in a hurry.She grasped the hem of her shirt where it was bundled up under her chin, pulled it tight against herself and dragged it down her torso. It was like watching a boob drop, only in reverse, and just as sexy.“Enjoy the show?” she asked as she smiled at me.“Yeah, your tattoos’ beautiful. Can I see it again? The light in here is not that great.”As if to emphasize the point, the dome light chose that exact moment to turn off.“Umm, sure,” she says as she used one hand to pull her shirt up, over her breast.I turned on all the lights in the cab. I wasn’t sure how long Toni’s going to be showing off her body, and I wanted to get as good a look as I could.She cupped the Escort Fatih bottom of her breast and pulled it out of the way so I could get a better view of the tiger’s head. Her tits looked pretty firm, and her bra was doing an admirable job of supporting them. I’m pretty sure she was teasing me, but I wasn’t going to complain.“Beautiful tattoo,” I said.“Thanks.”“How long did it take?”“Dunno, fourteen hours or so? We did three sessions, then a touch-up after it had healed.”She decided she had had enough of showing off the tigers head and arched her hips up off the seat. She caught the waistband of her jeans, pulled them down an inch or two, and angled towards me so I could get a better view. It looked like one of the tiger’s paws would be in her crotch, and the other paw was on her inner thigh. The tigers tail wrapped around her hip and ended on her ass cheek.“Very nice,” I said as I ran my eyes along the tantalizing flesh that Toni had on display for me. As the light played against her skin, I could see the barest hint of her abs flexing under the ink of the tiger.“Thanks,” she said as she sat down in the seat and rearranged her clothes to a more modest configuration.“Any more tattoo’s?” I asked as I reached for the ignition.“No,” she said. “That’s my only one.”We spent the ten-minute drive back to work talking about tattoos.Yeah, I know. I’m a dumb ass. —-I smile at the memory and put my tools down as I spin around on my stool until I’m facing Toni. I slam my feet on the floor, legs spread wide, and my booties make a loud “CLANG!” as they hit the metal floor.Toni jumps in surprise at the sudden noise and looks up from her computer. Without saying a word, I point and beckon her to me with one finger.Being covered head-to-toe in a shapeless polyester gown can deprive us of the subtle body language cues what we have come to rely on for a good chunk of our communication. There is nothing subtle about Toni’s body language, though. Her smile is bright enough I can see it through the hood she’s wearing, and she’s got so much sway in her hips I am afraid she might dislocate something.Toni saunters up to me and comes to a stop between my legs. She is a small woman, and sitting on this stool puts me at eye level with her.“If I can make you come with one finger,” I say, looking her up and down, “Imagine what I can do with my entire hand.” I hold up a hand to show her what I’m working with.Toni throws her head back and barks out a laugh. “Oh, gawd Thomas! That was horrible!” The cheesiness doesn’t stop her from placing her hand against mine; my hand dwarfs hers. “I’d love to see what else you can do with your hands,” she says as she intertwines her fingers with mine.I meet Toni’s eyes; we are on the same wavelength. In this veritable shrine to cutting-edge technology, where naked flesh is verboten, I must have her.The Ogre starts to stir in the darker reaches of my mind.Without warning, I scoop Toni up with one arm as I rise to my feet. She lets out a surprised “Whoa!” and wraps her arms and legs around me.Our faces are bare inches apart. I want to kiss her, to taste her lips, but the fucking bunny suits are in the way.“Mmm, hello Little One. So fresh. So willing,” the Ogre rumbles, in my head.As I’m carrying Toni to an empty workbench, she pulls off our hoods and they both fall to the floor. Her cheeks are flushed, and she parts her lips as she licks them.The Ogre starts clawing at the veil in my head. He wants out. He wants to savage Toni, to break her.I put Toni down on the workbench and lean into her, pressing my lips to hers, our tongues meeting and probing. I pull her tongue into my mouth and bite down, not hard enough to draw blood, but enough that she could feel it. She responds by pulling me closer, and shoving her tongue deeper into my mouth, urging me on.The Ogre grins.I start exploring her body with my hands, and Toni’s hands are alternating between pulling at my hair and clawing at my back. But there are too many damn layers between us. Being wrapped up in polyester sucks, but the latex gloves are, by far, the worst part.I’m an incredibly tactile person. Until I put my hands on something, it’s a figment of my imagination. It’s only when I can touch and feel something that it becomes real.Touching Toni while I’m wearing these accursed gloves is like going to a piano recital Fındıkzade escort at the Met in New York. But I’ve got earplugs in.“More like a Mötley Crüe concert during Sturgis Bike Week, with the amps turned down from eleven down to four,” the Ogre says.With a growl of frustration, I pull back from Toni and rip the gloves off of my hands, and I’m able to feel. I can feel the curves of her body, the firmness of her muscles, the pounding of her heart.Toni pulls off her gloves, and I can feel her hands on me as she rakes her nails through my hair, leaving shallow furrows in my scalp.I smile down at Toni. It’s not the smile of a considerate lover like she was expecting. The Ogre has pried back a corner of the veil, and he’s the one smiling down at her. In that one look, I let her know that at this moment, she belongs to me. Her only reason for existing is to please me.Until she saw that smile, Toni’s expression had been full of passion and lust. As she realizes that I intend to use her for my enjoyment, I watch as several expressions flicker across her face: Surprise, fear, anger, doubt… She cycles back to lust, but I can see a hint of doubt and fear lingering.At 6’5” and 280lbs, I am an Ogre compared to Toni’s 5’4” and 110lbs. I’m sure she was wondering if she would be able to walk once I am done with her. To be honest, it was a valid concern. I wasn’t sure myself.She tried to pull me to her for another round of making out, but I reach up and grasp her hands, pulling them off of me. With a growl, I use one hand to hold both of her wrists against the small of her back. I move my other hand up her body, over her breasts to wrap around her neck. I tilt her head back, exposing her throat.Now that the gloves are off, and I could actually feel her, the Ogre is incensed. In this artificial environment, where necessities, like human touch, are outlawed, I had to have her; I had to be inside of her. She’s compliant enough until she sees me bare my teeth as I dive towards her exposed jugular with a vicious snarl.Toni’s eyes bulge, and she tries to flinch back from me as I strike, but there is nowhere for her to go. She’s pinned between my bulk and the workbench.As my teeth reach her throat, her entire body clenches up. I can feel her legs flailing behind me, and she lets loose a terrified scream as I savage her throat. —-Between one breath and the next, her scream transforms from one of terror to gales of laughter as I blow a massive raspberry against her neck.“PPPPFFFFFTTTTTT!”“Fucking hell, Thomas!” she gasps, between fits of nervous laughter. She tries to get her hands free, probably to hit me, but I clamp down on her wrists. She’s not going anywhere unless I allow it.“I thought you were going to rip out my throat, ya big ogre!” she laughs again.The Ogre chuckles. “You have no idea how right you are, Little One,” he says in my head.I pull back from her throat so that we are nose to nose. The look on my face was not what she had been hoping to see, because she tries to shy away from me. I take my hand from her throat and grasp her jaw and force her to look at me.“I’m not going to hurt you, Little One,” the Ogre promises.I rarely let anyone see what lurks behind the veil inside my head. Toni’s never seen even a hint of the Ogre I keep locked up in there. Now that she’s seen a bit of it of him, she’s afraid.I release her hands and pull back from her, giving her some space.She looks down at her hands and takes a few seconds to compose herself. Five minutes ago, she thought we were going to have a quickie in the lab. Thirty seconds ago, she thought I was going to rip her throat out with my teeth. I figured she could use a few minutes to sort things out.I slowly move my hand from the workbench and cup her chin, pulling upwards until she was looking into my eyes. She sees Thomas looking down at her, not the Ogre she had seen minutes earlier. I see tears glistening at the corners of her eyes, and frown slightly. I hadn’t intended on scaring her that much.“Fuck dude, you know how to push a girl’s buttons don’t you?” she says with a last nervous chuckle. She lowers her eyes from mine and uses the palms of her hands to wipe away the tears.“Look at me, Toni,” I say. Toni continues to wipe away her tears. I repeat myself, this time with a bit more of the Ogre creeping into my voice. “Little Gaziosmanpaşa escort One, Look at Me.”That got her attention, and her eyes shoot up to mine.“Good girl,” I say. “You’ve got a decision to make. We can stop this right now and go back to work, no harm, no foul. Or we can continue deeper down the rabbit hole. This is your decision to make. If you don’t want to play anymore, that’s fine. If you decide you do want to continue playing, then you need to know that you are going to be my bitch. I’m going to torment you, then use you. I can’t guarantee you’ll enjoy it, that’s up to you. But you will know you’ve been fucked, hard.”Her eyes go wide with shock. It’s probably the first time anyone had told her that she was going to be their bitch. I can see the emotions warring on her face as she tries to decide what she wants to do.Occasionally she will look up at me as if to do a reality check that yes, this is happening. I let the Ogre out enough to let her know that yes, this is happening.It takes her about thirty seconds to decide. When she does, she looks me in the eyes and doesn’t shy away. She gives me a barely discernible nod and a tiny “Okay.”“I can’t hear you.”“Okay,” louder this time.I look at her.She clears her throat and tries again. “Okay,” she says, almost at a conversational volume.“Okay… Okay what? Okay, we’re done? Okay, you want to continue?”“The umm, second one?”It sounds like she is telling me what I want to hear.“Toni, are you afraid of me?”A couple of years ago, I realized that fear is a fantastic aphrodisiac. Scare a woman in the right way, and she’ll fuck you silly. The problem is, I lost control, and let the Ogre push too hard.Toni nods that yes, she is afraid of me.“Are you telling me what I want to hear, so I won’t hurt you?” I ask as I step back from her. I grab a stool and sit on it, hunching down to make myself appear at least a little less intimidating.As I back away from her, Toni closes her legs, crossing them at her ankles.A little bit of courage resurfaces in Toni, and she answers me. “Yes, maybe a little?”“Maybe a little?” I parrot back at her. “So, there is part of you that wants to continue playing?”She looks surprised at that. She thought about it for a second; then she seems to have reached a decision.“I want to continue,” she says. Her confidence is starting to return now that she’s made a decision.“Continue what?” I ask.“This,” she says, waving her hand between us.“I don’t know what ‘this’ means,” I say as I mirror her hand movements. “You have to tell me exactly what you want.”She hesitates. As beautiful as she is, I doubt anyone has ever made her beg for sex.“I want you to…” she trails off, unable to finish the sentence.I shake my head and look away from her. I had found the hood to my bunny suit when Toni says, just above a whisper: “I want to be your bitch.”I turn back to face her, and she’s smiling like she can’t believe she said that.I make a show of cupping my hand to my ear and leaning towards her. “Could you repeat that?”“I want to be your bitch,” she says, louder this time.I nod my head and make a rolling motion with my hand, encouraging her to continue.“I want you to use me, to fuck me…”I get up off the stool and step forward. Toni opens her legs for me, beckoning me back into her embrace.“Caveat Emptor,” the Ogre says from behind the veil.I wrap my hand around her throat again, and I silence her with a gentle kiss on her lips. Just a tease, and pull back.As worked up as she is, a tease won’t do. She clamps her legs around my waist as she grasps my head in her hands and tries to pull me back down to her. I have control of her though. I lock my gaze on Toni’s, and ever so gently, squeeze her throat.People think asphyxiation is about cutting off air flow to the lungs, and they focus on the windpipe. The right way to do it is to cut off blood flow to their brain by pinching the carotid arteries on either side of the neck. If you know what you’re doing, you can knock someone out within 5 or 10 seconds.I know what I’m doing, but knocking Toni out is not my goal. I squeeze hard enough to make her go a little loopy, and her hands drop to her sides. Then I stop and wait for her to recover.“Before we get started, we need to cover the rules,” I say, keeping her on task.“Rules? For fucking?” Tonight, is a lot of first for Toni.“Yes. Rules.“Rule Number One. Do you know what a Safe Word is?”She shakes her head.“Didn’t think so. A Safe Word is your safety net. If I do something you’re not comfortable with, use your Safe Word, and I’ll stop, immediately. Understood?”“Yeah, I think so. What is the Safe Word?”“Kiezilblab,” I manage to say with a straight face.

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