A few months ago I posted a few MFM CNC fantasy pieces on this sub. One dealing with some BDSM intrigued a friend and we collaborated on a piece a mild BDSM piece. For now, she has chosen to remain silent. I/we hope you enjoy.
It has been a few months since I got dumped and I was finally feeling like my old self again. Many of my friends said that I had changed when I was dating Jason. I couldn’t see it until as of late. I was slowly getting my groove back and decided to go out with some coworkers in the middle of the week. We had just completed a project and sent management on their way to present it to the clients, so we were out celebrating. My manager, Eric, took the crew out for dinner and drinks. I had immersed myself in the project and felt that I had deserved a night out. After dinner, there were only three of us left, myself, Eric, and Ryan. Ryan was my age and very sexually outspoken, especially when he had a few drinks. Eric was older and divorced. His wife left him and moved a couple towns over. It was spring break and she had the kids for the week, so he was out to have fun.
Our conversations veered all over the place, from talking smack about management to making up stories of coworkers about their secret sex lives. As we were talking about the accounting department, Eric accidentally divulged more about his life than he ever had. Turns out that ten years of marriage and Eric has built himself quite a collection of toys and “stuff”. It was fun watching him squirm and for once take some abuse from his underlings. We decided on one more round and then head out. Ryan excused himself and went to the bathroom and I continued to make Eric squirm about his toy collection. I pried by asking him if it was is a nice box or just a cardboard box. Instead of getting defensive, he played along and told me that they used to take up two drawers, but his ex took her favorites and he threw out some stuff, so it only take up one drawer. He was completely unfazed and said it with a slight smirk on his face which made me squirm. I found it a little on the flirtatious side, which for some reason titillated me. Our drinks arrived and it was only two. At that point, my wrist vibrated and I looked at my watch. It was his person leprechaun emoji. Ryan had cancelled his drink and Irished Goodbyed us. We finished our drinks and headed out. I was not in any shape to drive and due to the pandemic, Ubers and taxis were inconstant in our small town. Eric invited me to his place to sober up. He said he’d make me some coffee or I could crash in his guest room. I took him up on the coffee and we headed towards his place which was a few blocks off of Main Street.
We got to his house and headed towards the kitchen. I knew that if I drank a cup or two of coffee, I would not be able to sleep, no matter how much liquor was in my system. I told him that I would take him up on his offer to crash in his guest room. He then offered me another drink and I accepted. We sat around and continued our banter from the bar. We were laughing and having a great time. We both needed to unwind and this evening was the cure. I reached into my bag and pulled out a little weed and asked Eric if he wanted to get high. He smiled and got up. “Grab your drink and come with me.” I followed him upstairs to his bedroom. It was like a fancy hotel suite. Big bathroom, sitting area to watch TV and a deck. He went into the closet and grabbed some of his own stash and led me out on the deck. We sat out there and got stoned to the begeezers. We were so high, we were whispering with our heads inches apart, until finally we decided to head inside. We sat on the loveseat and continued to talk and laugh. My mind began to fill with the thoughts of what was in the drawer. His words went flying by my head as my brain focused on the drawer. Where was it? What’s in it? He seems like such a normal person. Was it his ex wife that got him into it? My mind was racing. Then it happened. I just blurted it out. “Hey Eric, I want to see “that drawer”.” My hands remained in the air from the air quotes as he stopped talking and stared at me. He got up and held out his had. “Follow me.”
He led me towards the walk-in closet near the bathroom. I stood and watched as he pulled the bottom drawer out of a built in. He took it to the bed and dumped it out and smiled “Here’s the drawer”. I was amazed at the collection of “stuff”. Restraints, harnesses, crops, masks, sashes, and a few vibrating toys littered the bed. I began to rummage through them. “You can have the stuff”. I looked up at him “You know, the harnesses and stuff”. I was blown away. He pulled out a set of cuffs and tossed them towards me. “Take those. I have two other sets.” I could feel my cheeks getting red as I looked at them.
“Have you ever been restrained?”
My face went flush. “A few of my past boyfriends tied me up every so often.”
He grinned. “Did you enjoy it?”
I nodded and could hold back the smile. The realization that I was talking to my boss about my sex came and went. The weed numbed the awkwardness and made me oblivious to the fact that I was fidgeting with the restraints. Eric started to gather up stuff and asked if I wanted anything else. “Nope”.
He looked at me as he finished gathering the stuff. “What did you like the most about it?”
I paused for a bit and thought about the times that I was tied up. “I enjoyed being under someone’s control and it was erotic.”
He smiled “Were you blindfolded?”
I played it coy, “Some of the times”. I watched him put the drawer away and drifted away from the bed.
He asked “Does that add to the eroticism and not being in control?”
I nodded. Part of me really wanted to continue the conversation, but I didn’t know what to say or ask. The conversation changed and Eric asked me if I needed anything for bed. I sensed he was hesitant as well, but told him that I was good. “No t-shirt to sleep in?”
I said “Sure” and he dug in his drawer for a shirt.
I attempted to keep the conversation going. “Do you like to be called Master or Sir?”
“Sir”. He tossed me a faded black shirt. “This one is too small for me. It should work.”
He led me to the guest room and dejected I followed. I was still really high and wanted to hang out and even try to pick his brain more about “the stuff”. After he closed the door I got changed into the t-shirt and climbed into bed. I laid there staring at the ceiling. I took some deep breathes and tried to relax. I closed my eyes and room was spinning, so I went back to laying there and staring at the ceiling. My fingers drifted over my breasts and for a moment I got lost in playing with myself until I realized that if I got carried away, Eric would probably hear me, so I stopped. I was restless and sat up and got out of bed and retrieved the restraints. I was bored and high and was going to try them on. I got the two on my ankles and the two on my wrists. I remember watching a porn film where the woman was on her knees and her wrists were connected to her ankles. So the poor decision was made to try that out. I knelt on the bed and clipped my left wrist to my left ankle and then somehow managed to do the same to my right ankle and wrist. The glow from the moon illuminated the room just enough for me to see my reflection in the mirror. I imagined what could be done to me in this position. My mind referred to the porno that I watched and stared to get a little turned on. I decided that it was time to unhook myself. I couldn’t. I tried both my right and left sides and couldn’t get the clip to open. I fell to my side near the edge of the bed and tied in vane. Fuuuuuck. I laid there and tried to relax before attempting again. I can’t call out to Eric. It will be a complete embarrassment. I took a few relaxing breathes and slowly tried a few more times. The frustration was mounting and I squirmed in anger and then THUD!!!!! Onto the hardwood floor I went. I couldn’t help from laughing as I heard Eric come to the bedroom door, knocked, then asked if I was ok. I told him that I needed his help and he came in to find me on my side and restrained. The hall light was on and I could see him trying to hold back his laugh. He was wearing a pair of boxers and my eyes scanned his fit dad bod.
“Can you help me up?”
He grinned and helped me to my knees and stood back up. “How did this happen?”
I went on to tell him that I couldn’t sleep and curiosity had gotten the best of me. He unsuccessfully tried to contain his laugh. My face was red with embarrassment.
“Can you unhook me now?”
His hand rose to his chin. “Hmmmm, I’ll have to think about that.”
He stepped closer to me and I looked up at him. “Sir, can you unhook me now?”
He quipped back. “You are still so demanding.”
I was trying to hide my embarrassment and not let him get the best of me. “Sir, can you unhook me.”
“Still demanding”
I could see he was being cute now. “Do you want me to play along?”
He bent down and place his finger under my chin and raised if upward. “If that’s what it’s going to take for me to unhook you.”
I paused for a second and looked up at him expressionless. I tilted my head and opened my mouth. His finger slid in and I began to suck it. Slowly sliding my up and down his finger as he watched and I didn’t break eye contact. I open my mouth and gave his finger a flicker with my tongue, then withdrew. “Please Sir, feed me your cock.”
His expression went blank. I can’t believe what I had just done and said. I looked up at him not knowing what was going to happen next. My mind was racing. He’s my coworker. He’s my boss. He’s much older than me. I couldn’t help myself and glanced at his crotch. I could see a slight bulge. I looked back up at him and he moved closer. His crotch inches from my face. His hand reached down and moved some hair from my face then he pushed on the waist of his boxers and they dropped to the floor. His semi hard cock hanging in front of me. It had been months since I have seen a real cock. It has been years since I have seen a real cock this size, and it wasn’t even fully erect. He propped it up at the base.
He looked down at me. “What do you want me to call you?”
I bit my lip. “Your little slut, Sir”
“Well my little slut, I want you kiss and suck on the tip of my cock”
He raised it to my mouth and I puckered my lips and gave it a kiss, and then another. My lips opened slightly and his tip disappeared in my mouth and my tongue swirled around it in my mouth. I could feel him getting hard in my mouth as I continued kissing and playing with his tip. He released his shaft and told me to take him deeper, slowly. I obeyed as he watched his cock disappear in my mouth. He was thick and it stretched my petite mouth. I closed my eyes and let out a moan. It had been too long since I had a man in my mouth and I wanted to enjoy every inch of it. His hand rested on the back of my head and he applied a little pressure every time I took him deep in my mouth.
“Show me how deep you can take me, my little slut”, as he pushed himself deeper into my mouth. I did my best not to gag as he pushed deeper. My mouth filled with saliva as I let out a slight gag. I was impressed how deep I took him. He tightened his grip on my head and began to fuck my mouth. It had been a really long time since I had been used like this and I was loving it. My pussy was getting wetter by the second and I got lost in the moment and let him take complete control. He fucked my mouth hard and deep, held himself to the point of making me gag then pulling out. A string of saliva ran from my mouth to his cock as he completely pulled himself out. “Slurp it up clean, my little slut.” and I obeyed. After I finished cleaning his cock he knelt before me and reached and unhooked my wrists from my ankles and helped me to my feet and led me into his bedroom.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/nepulv/coworker_binding_part_i_mfbondage