When Curiosity Fills
Keywords: When, Curiosity, Fills,
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I sat in alone in my office at 11:00 p.m. on a Thursday night in April, preparing an important motion in a multi-million dollar malpractice suit. After editing the final draft I sat back and took a deep breath. I was exhausted, and, oddly enough, pretty horny. The wife was out of town and somehow I couldn't stand the thought of spending the night with just my hand. Shaking off the sordid thoughts that were roaming through my head, I stood up and began the walk down the empty hallway to my secretary's office. I dropped the motion on her desk and headed for the elevator.
I was a little shocked to see one of the nerdy kids from IT standing in the atrium with two laptops in one hand and a large open top briefcase in the other. I nodded hello and we made some stupid small talk about the new laptops the firm was buying. The elevator came and we both went to step in at the same time, bumping each other slightly. In an effort to avoid dropping the laptops, he let go of his briefcase spilling its contents into the elevator. As I bent down to pick them up I was shocked to see a copy of the LAXpress, a local paper notable only for its extensive escort advertising. The paper was folded open to a page full of adds, but one particular add caught my eye. It read "Sexy TS Mistress Waiting for Your Call." Below was a picture of an incredibly gorgeous woman , "Miss K", and a phone number. I stumbled for a second and then pushed all of the papers back into his briefcase. There was an uncomfortable silence on the remainder of the ride down. I am sure he was wondering whether or not I had seen his paper. I however, could not get my mind off of the goddess I just saw. Her phone number was stuck in my head. The whole ride home my mind was running through a hundred different fantasies. I knew what the "TS" meant in the add, and although I had never even considered the option, now all I could do was envision myself looking down at that gorgeous woman as she performed all kinds of sordid acts on me.
When I got home, I figured I better get my mind off of Miss K and back into the real world. I called my wife and chatted for a few minutes before she begged to go back to sleep. There I was, sitting on the couch with a phone in my hand and a phone number racing in my head. Honestly, I thought "maybe I will just call her, listen to her voice, satisfy myself, and then go to sleep." No harm no foul. So I made the call. An incredibly sexy voice answered the phone. Somehow I was surprised at how feminine her voice was. Feminine yet firm. She had to say hello twice before I could respond.
"Hi, may I speak to Miss K please?"
"This is she. . . who is this?"
"My name is Joshua" I couldn't believe I gave her my real name and started to hang up, but I couldn't force myself to take my ear from the phone. So I just sat there, my cock in my hand. A few seconds ticked by and then from the other end I heard, "Joshua, I know you are thinking about rubbing that cock of yours tonight. . . don't. It is now exactly midnight. For the next 24 hours, I own you. You will do exactly what I say."
I responded, "you know that is not really what I am into, but . . ." She cut me off, "Don't ever speak to me again unless I ask you a question."
I thought about hanging up, but something about the way she spoke to me, firm, yet there was something very comforting in her voice.
"Here are the rules. You address me as Mistress. Under no circumstances are you to bring yourself to orgasm before midnight tomorrow night. You will call me at 1:00p.m. tomorrow. One minute late and you will never talk to me again. Do you understand?"
All I could muster was a weak "yes.
"Yes. . . what?"
I responded before I could think "yes Mistress."
The line went dead.
Needless to say, I was incredibly turned on. Of course there was no way I was going to call her tomorrow, but it was one hell of a fantasy. I turned on some straight porn and proceeded to rub myself. Somehow, though, I just couldn't get Miss K out of my head. I don't know why, but I went to sleep without finishing.
The next morning I woke up late and rushed to get ready and ran out the door. When I got to the office there was one catastrophe after another and I spent the whole morning putting fires out. A little after noon, everything died down and I finally sat down at my desk. Miss K crept into my mind. I felt that familiar stirring in my pants. I picked up the phone, and called my wife. When she answered, we talked for a while. Suddenly I found myself making up a lie. I told her that I was going to a client meeting in Orange County and that I was going to try and catch a movie afterward. Before we hung up, I told her that I would try to call her tonight, but that if the movie got out too late, I would call her tomorrow. We said our goodbyes and hung up.
I sat there in awe of myself. I had just made up an excuse for being out of touch until tomorrow morning. Why? It was just a fantasy. I wasn't going to call her. I looked at the clock. . . it was 2 minutes to 1:00. A wave of panic ran through me. Almost instinctively I reached for the phone. Ok, let's let the fantasy go a little further. After all, what would it hurt? I picked up the phone and dialed. She answered in one ring, "Don't say a word Joshua. Be at my house in 45 minutes. Bring one thousand dollars. If you are one minute late, the door will be locked." She gave me her address in a luxury apartment building in West LA and hung up. I was hard as a rock. I had to take the next step. I had to see this woman. Maybe I would just pay for a blowjob or something and then leave. I looked down at the clock. . . I only had 30 minutes. I picked up my briefcase told my secretary that I was going to meet a client and left. I was flying down the freeway and pulled in front of her building with 8 minutest to spare. I valeted the car and walked briskly into the building. She was on the 18th floor.
Standing outside her door, I was shaking. I couldn't believe where I was. My curiosity, and that constant erection between my legs, had brought me too far. I thought briefly about how much money I had. . . 12 . . . maybe 13 hundred. I knocked. As if she was knew I was there, the door swung open immediately. We stood there for what seemed like eternity. She was amazing. Not just sexy. Many women are sexy. She exuded a confident sexuality and elegance that honestly took my breath away. She stood before me in 4 inch heals, black thigh high stockings that ran up and under a tight, yet elegant, black leather skirt. Her top was a tight, yet conservative, red spaghetti strap number that revealed a hint of her gorgeous breasts. She stood about 5'9" in her heals and had reddish hair with green eyes. I was entranced.
As I gained my composure, I took a step back . I had gotten myself in too far. I knew I would do whatever this Venus asked of me, and that scared me.
I started to turn, saying "I'm sorry. . ." But before I finished, she slapped me firmly across the face.
"You already forgot the rules. . . that will cost you." Then she turned and walked into the apartment. "Shut and lock the door, Joshua" Something about the way she said Joshua. Like you would speak to your dog when he was in trouble. Not mean, but demanding obedience.
I whispered, "Yes Mistress."
I walked into a lavish, yet tastefully decorated, apartment. She proceeded into the bedroom, the centerpiece of which was a massive rod-iron canopy bed. Proceeding into the bathroom, she announced "I have an appointment at 2:30. . . that means you have a lot of work to do in very little time."
She pulled a small key out of her pocket, walked over to a large chest that sat at one end of her large bathroom and unlocked it. She lifted the lid and said "Take all of your clothes off and place them in here." I don't know why, but I did as I was told.
When all of my clothes were inside the trunk, she reached into my pant pocket, pulled out my ID, closed the lid and locked it.
Inside, I started to panic a little. I knew I could get the key away from her if I wanted to, but something about standing there in the nude with my clothes locked in a trunk sounded several alarms in my head. It also made me incredibly excited.
She looked up at me and, with a coy smile on her face, dropped down to her knees grabbing my cock firmly. The alarms were silenced. She looked up at me with incredible green eyes and slowly lowered her head, her mouth slightly open. A wave of warm anticipation came over me as I waited to feel her wet mouth engulf me. But the feeling never came.
Instead, I heard a soft click and she stood up. She gave me a soft kiss on the lips and said "Wait here, I will be right back."
About a minute later, she walked back into the bathroom and stood before me. "Kneel down." Eager to get back into the position we had just left, I knelt quickly. She walked around behind me and opened up a small chest. I couldn't see what was in it, but as she came around behind me, she wrapped a soft leather restraints around both of my ankles. Next she pulled both my arms behind my back and wrapped the same restraints around my wrists. Then I heard a sharp click. That click sent me back into reality, she had just hog tied me. I started to explain to her that this was not really my thing. As I opened my mouth, she was there, pulling my head back and kissing me slowly and deeply. She was pure sex. My body relaxed. As it did, she slipped a soft ball into my mouth in place of her tongue. By the time I thought to protest, she had tied the silk ties behind my head, gagging me.
She stepped in front of me and her whole demeanor changed. "I am not sure you understood me when I said that you were mine until midnight tonight. Let me make myself clear. You are mine. You will do anything and everything I say and you will do it without question. I will not ask twice and you will not get a second chance. You will respond to me only with 'Yes Mistress' and 'No Mistress'"
She continued "if you disobey me, this picture will be sent to your wife and to your office.
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