I had a meeting in Brixton last night, which by the way, was the worst fucking meeting ever. Sorry, brief delay before your porn fix. Normally my boss P chairs these meetings and I sit in the back of the room boiling over in righteous anger at the morons that attend and what they have to say. So I was a bit worried when P wasn't going and I was going to have to stand in front of this group and be nice. While I did fine, the people were out of control. I'm talking people standing up, yelling at each other. Threats. It was madness. It left me shaky. Trial by fire I guess. I just don't understand some people. Seriously.
So since I was in Brixton late, I had arranged to see Mr.Aloof afterwards, seeing as how he's a south London man. The meeting ended at nine and I hopped the Northern line to Clapham South. A bit of a text snafu, there was some confusion as to my ETA so I had to wait around for a bit, but it was actually, my own fault. He got there eventually. He had said no jeans and t-shirt and commented immediately that I was wearing a skirt. This worked well with the fact I'd had the meeting before where I'd tried to look a bit more professional, so I had a 'reason' to wear a skirt, seeing as how I don't normally. We chatted on the drive back to his about normal chatty things. Which was cool. Arriving at the warehouse, we went up to the floor he lives on and he directed me to the bathroom.
As usual we had discussed in vague terms the plan for the evening. Or rather, his plan for the evening. It had been suggested that upon emerging from the bathroom, I was to follow instruction and not mess about. It had also been discussed that there would be a room with a desk and a chair and a single piece of paper and a pen and an hour of time. There had been some suggestion of what one would do with the paper and the consequences of not doing something desirable. But as per the first instruction, I wasn't really wanting to challenge him.
I came out of the bathroom and was removing my bracelet when he came back. "Follow me" he said. I'm not sure which floor we went to. Some other floor. When we got to the stair landing he told me to close my eyes. He led me along and then had me stop. I kept my eyes closed the entire time. "Are you going to behave?" he asked me, and I nodded, "We'll see." With that I felt and heard him walk away from me, then I heard a door close, and possibly lock. I waited for a while then I snuck a peek around. I was in a room that had, as suggested, a single desk, a single chair, a single piece of paper on the desk and a pen.
I went to the desk, kicked off my shoes and settled down to writing. There had been some banter in earlier conversations about what was to be on the paper. My suggestions of 'doodles' and 'origami' were not met with particular enthusiasm. It was however suggested that I write about a scenario I had thought of. Now this I found particularly challenging. Mainly because I don't like to plan my sexual encounters. Or talk about myself in a sexual context with a partner. Freakish perhaps, but it's just how it is. I tend to get paralyticly shy. So writing down a story knowing it would be read was challenging. Luckily this had all been discussed before I went to Italy, so while away, I spent free mental time considering a possible story worth sharing and managed to come up with one. So upon being left in the room with the paper, I settled down to write.
It worked out that I managed to write pretty much everything I wanted to when I heard a scraping at the door as it was unlocked I imagine, though I never tried it. Mr.Aloof entered the room and turned off the light, making any further writing impossible. He walked over to me and handed me a glass of soda. He picked up the paper and looked at it by light through the window, covered entirely on one side and half the other with my rather dense handwriting, he wasn't going to be able to read it in dim light, and he returned it to the table. He stood in the empty part of the room and told me to come to him. I did, and we kissed for a while. He turned me so I had my back to him. Bodies pressed together, I could feel he was hard.
As an objective side note, this was progress on my part. Going back to my sometimes (always?) quirky behavior, I tend to not notice things like that. I generally just don't think about it. Which my friends don't really understand, but this time, I was aware. So I'm making special note of it. Anyway, back to the story.
After some more touching and kissing and so on and so forth, he told me to take off my necklace and put it on the chair which he had moved to the front of the desk. I did, and he indicated I should hold my hair up, which I did, and he put on my collar. Stepping back again, behind me, he said, "Undress. Slowly." I did, not looking back. Eventually I stood naked aside from the collar. He came behind me again, pulling one arm back, he put on a wrist cuff, then the other arm. Then the ankles. "Follow me." he said, I did and he started walking off. Down the stairs we went to the ground floor. How strange it is to be nude in a large warehouse wandering about. Following someone clothed. Thinking random thoughts of the people and activities that used to take place there. We reached the ground floor and headed in- the floor is concrete and it made the strangeness of the situation even more pronounced with every barefoot step upon the cold floor.
Wandering to the very back of the building, we turned the corner into the room and I saw set out in the empty space a metal cage surrounded by four candles, the door open. Not quite tall enough for me to stand in, not quite large enough to lie down. Mr.Aloof produced a lock and after handing me a ring with two keys on it, locked my wrists together behind my back. More general touches and kisses and then he produced a gag. My gag actually, purchased recently at Kinkfest. That was also requested to be brought along and I had complied. Once in place he walked me to the cage. Around the cage and to the door. I ducked into it and settled into sitting and he shut the door, locking it with another lock, which I imagine was the second key I still had in my hand.
Thus began a period of waiting and watching. He would come to the cage, reach in, touch me, and then withdraw. Leave the room, then come back. The bars were cold but I didn't mind. When he would leave I would shift around, examining my enclosure as well as I could, hands still bound behind me. When he returned I just watched to see what he would do. At some point he had a glass of something that he drank. At another he brought down the paper I had written and read it. On an eventual return he removed my gag reaching into the cage, and had in his hands another. A ball gag. The same one I did not write about last time, as it was a rather unfortunate moment in what was otherwise a fun evening. Last time we tried it, I couldn't bear it and so we left it. This had generally upset me as I don't really like not being able to do things, which is probably why I excluded it from the description. Mr.Aloof and I had talked about it since, and generally agreed to try again as it was something we were both interested in. A curious thing to do through a cage. I was for a moment concerned if I panicked how he would remove it. However, this time was successful and I adjusted to the sensation without freaking. And Mr.Aloof never left the side of the cage, just in case. He had fastened it loosely, and while carefully watching me for signs of distress, again touched and caressed me. No panic. Eventually, he said he would release the gag, but first wanted to try to go further, and so he tightened it, pulling it further into my mouth. Again, I adjusted without panic. Which was cool. He removed it and then unlocked the cage, drawing me out, he unlocked my wrists.
Producing a blindfold from his back pocket, he cut off my sight and took me by the hand. How strange the way the echo of a footstep can tell you if you are in a large space or small, the way light is somehow still sensed. We went to the elevator and to another floor. Walking onto carpet and through a couple twists and turns my toes eventually hit a soft ledge of pillow or mattress. "Kneel" he said, and I knew where I was. In his room. On the pillow. At the foot of the bed. He placed my hands in my lap and said he was going to prepare for bed and would return. There was music on. I waited.
Eventually I heard him come back, get onto the bed. Reaching over to take my hand and pull me to join him. Still blindfolded we began to mess about. And this time, either from the comfort gained from repetition or the security of the blindfold, I was more forward with my touching. There was no doubt about anyone's arousal or interest this time. The desire and frustration built. Blindfolded as I was, there was no option to reach for a condom on my own and he was in no hurry. "Please..." I mumbled into his neck.
"Please what, K?" He was going to make it hard for me.
"Please..." I said again, shifting against him.
"What is it that you want, K?"
Somehow I said something. I'm not entirely sure what. He removed the blindfold and I blinked even in the dim light, he rolled me off of him to the side and reached off the bed for the condom.
Ah sex.
Finally.
And it was good. Hard and controlling, the way I generally prefer.
And then we slept.
I had strange dreams and woke frequently. Not able to tell sometimes if I was awake or asleep. I know at one point I jumped at a voice, which was a dream, but my flinch was real. "Are you okay?" Mr. Aloof asked, my movement waking and startling him. I mumbled something and drifted back to semi-sleep.
There's more to the story, about the morning, about the detail. But I'll save that for another place.
All of that and I managed to make it into work on time. And somehow I'm not even that sleepy.
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