The Beginning

Author’s note:

After submitting the first entry, I felt that the two main characters needed more buildup and background. This is meant as a deeper dive into how they meet. First professionally, then as lovers, and finally over the bondage

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Mia and Magnus had met as part of a joint-venture. They were both IT developers, and had been part of the team working between two big companies. Mia and Magnus had clicked early on, and found that even though their backgrounds were different, and their approach might not cinch, they were good at getting more out of their teamwork than the sum of their parts. Mia was a strong all rounder, often drawing on her experience to help solve an issue, by approaching it from a different angle. Magnus was a subject matter expert (SME). He was a senior software engineer, with a lot of knowledge at his fingertips, and a general knowledge of the immediate technologies they used.

The day Mia had arrived at the office, he had been drawn to her. She had her auburn, almost red hair up in a ponytail, and wore a loose satin blouse, and a pair of jeans. She had been added to the project since they had run in to some issues that were threatening to delay the delivery. The project manager made the introductions, and Magnus presented the technical details that Mia would be helping to fix. That meeting had drawn out. The issue was in the hardware/software interface. They sat in a stuffy conference room with three other engineers, slowly filling up first the boards with diagrams, then the screens, and finally sheets of paper patterned the walls with printouts of diagrams that illustrated the issue. They had crunched for a week, and finally found the issue, and designed the fix. Mia stayed on to help drive other, less infected issues and let the devs and engineers work on the stuff they were best at.

When they reached the deadline, cake was served to the whole company. Both companies actually, and the local project team went out to celebrate. The dinner overflowed to the local watering hole, and Magnus and Mia had found out that they had other interests in common, and ended up sitting by themselves in a booth, the last two after the others had departed. The student helpers, who had done many of the menial tasks, and been thrilled to be included in the dinner and drinks, had gone on to a dance club, and most of the others had left for their families, or other undisclosed destinations.

Magnus had always felt it hard to start off a relationship. He was in his late thirties, and didn’t do much dating, but he felt a kinship with Mia. She had just started to get up, to go to the washroom, when he reached out for her hand, looked her in the eyes, and paused awkwardly. She smiled to him. Not wanting her to pull away from him, he recovered the moment.

“… Hurry back,” he said with a shy smile.

“I will.” She answered, with a broadening smile.

He watched her nice rounded, jeans covered butt walk away, her auburn ponytail swishing from side to side as she navigated the busy bar. He caught her looking at him as she turned the corner to the toilets. She turned at him. He waved back, smiling broadly. Then he started second guessing himself. What did this mean? Five minutes passed. He looked at the table. Their drinks were as good as done. Mia had not brought a pursuit and their coats were on the hooks by the door. He got up, and navigated to the toilets. Unisex toilets, three doors. One occurred. He put his early gently to the door. Running water. Then the drier. He withdraw his head, and looked back to the corner leading to the rest of the door, deciding what to do.

Apparently, he zoned out, because the sound of the latch didn’t snap him out of it. The door opened inward, and as he turned his face, He was nose to nose with Mia. She smiled, and lifted her head to kiss him. Her warm, moist tongue invaded his mouth and started a dance. He let go of the doorjamb as Mia pulled him into the stall. He followed, and trying not to break their lip contact fumbled behind him for the room. Mia’s hands were at his belt buckle, trying to unlatch it by feel. He started pulling his shirt out of his jeans, and moved to undo the buttons, but Mia stopped him. His jeans fell to his ankles as she guided his hands to her belt. He didn’t hesitate. She undid her own shirt, and they broke contact for a split second, stepping out of their jeans, and pulling of boxes and panties. Black lacy hotpants.

Mia turned around, offering her butt to him, legs slightly apart, and looking back at him invitingly, while she leaned against the wall over the presidentain throne.. He pulled out his cock, and feeling her wetness, slide his cock into her. She gasped as he filled her pussy. He let his hands investigate her butt, slide over to her belly, and up towards her breasts. Her shirt was open, and her bra was still lacened, but he felt the soft weight of her breasts through the lacy fabric. He thrust increasing the tempo, and felt Mia push against his thrusts with her body. Mia’s right hand found her clip, and Magnus felt her fingering it, her fingertips brushing his cock. He felt himself nearing climax, and tried to pull back. Mia’s hand flew to his butt, grabbing it and pulling him to her.

“Don’t! Stop!” she panted, keeping up the rhythm, pushing herself against him.

He continued the thrust, both hands on her hips, increasing the strength of each thrust. Mia’s hand went back to her clip, and continued to stimulate her cliporis. Magnus felt the climax approach, and kept thrusting, until his cock started pulsing, and squirting his life-creating seeds into the beautiful woman in front of him. He kept thrusting, wanting her to achieve her climax too. Shaking with each thrust, as his post-orgasmic cock seemed more sensitive. A moment later, Mia moaned and let her self ride the orgasm. He stopped, and held her tight, leaning in to her, enjoying their closeness.

Mia straightened and turned in his embrace, and met his mouth for a kiss.

“Mm,” she purred, “That was purrfect.”

“Oh yeah,” Magnus replied.

“I was hoping you would invite me home to your place for a nightcap, but that was naughty.”

Magnus blushed.

“I would still invite you home for a nightcap.”

“Let’s go Then.”

Mia bent down to pull up her panties. She looked up, pausing in mid motion, and leaned over to plant a kiss on his penis. He shivered with pleasure. She straightened, seating her panties properly, and smiled naughtily at him. He hurriedly pulled up his own boxes, and his jeans, and fastened his belt. He turned to the mirror, and made sure he wasn’t too disheveled. He reached for the latch, but caught himself before he throw it open. He turned his head to look at Mia. She nodded her approval. He reached his other hand to her, and she took it. They walked hand in hand from the toilet area to the coat hooks.

Thatnight had drawn out, the trip home stopped countless times for a kiss or three, and ended up with slower, drawn out lovemaking, letting them discover each others’ body.

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Their relationship had grown. It had become customary for them to spend all their off-time together, culminating in them moving in together, in Mia’s apartment. One day Mia had walked in with her arms full of groceries, to see Magnus yanking off to porn.

“Oh, so what is this?” she asked, with a deprecating tone. Magnus looked guilty.

“I can explain,” he began, “I have some kinky desires. I didn’t know how to tell you, and I thought you were going to be gone for a couple of hours yet.”

She put down the shopping bags and put her hands on her hips. “Then explain them to me.”

Magnus let go of the breath he had unconsciously holding. He let go of the now limp thing he had also been holding, and pulled his pants back up. “I get off on the thought of intense orgasms. Women or men tied upand stimulated until they come hard.”

Mia sat down beside him and looked at his screen. The watermark said ‘House of Gord’ a masked and gagged woman, her hair sticking out the top of the mask, wearing a catsuit and an arm-binder. Her catsuit was unzipped between her legs, and two dildoes had been inserted into her orifices. She was on her knees in a steel cage.

“So you like bound women in tight clothing?”

“Um,” Magnus hesitated.

Mia looked at the screen again, then into his eyes. “Is this what turns you on?” She asked, “So you would be more turned on if I was dressed in a skin tight catsuit, bound, trusted and crated?”

He paused, feeling a small rush of blood to his member. “I would be lying if that image didn’t turn me on… Please don’t judge me. I love what we have together. I would hate to lose it, but the thought of a woman strapped up to a device turns me on in a way no other fantasy has before. The thought of coming across a woman strapped up, ready to be used turns me on enormously.”

That had set her thinking… She got enormously turned on by feeling her partner’s arousal; Giving a blowjob, feeling his dick harden as she worked on it sent tingles down through her belly, or feeling him close to climax sent her endorphins rushing through her body, multipled in her belly and shot to her sex. Their relationship was based on honesty and openness. Internally, she acknowledged that he had been honest, but she felt that he was looking for something that she was not really ready to give him. “I feel your excitement, but I need to approach this my way.” She turned, and stomped off to the kitchen to put away the groceries.

Magnus was clearly partly relieved and frustrated.

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A couple of weeks later Mia had done some research and found herself being turned on by some of what she saw. She had found that the anonymity of some of the outfits had turned her on. She had made the orders and laid her first plans. Thecourier had dropped off a very plain looking package. She was opening it now. A custom latex neck-entry catsuit with attached toe-socks in an (apparently) classic black. She had also bought a set of bright red restraints that connected to put her into a frog tie, a gag and a hood.

She had been working from home and Magnus had been at his office. She had dressed up in the catsuit, marveling at the way her 38D bust looked in the tightness. Then she put on the cuffs from the restraint set. The camera was already set up, and she posed for a couple of pictures with the cuffs loosely attached. She unclipped the cuffs and reviewed the pictures. Good. None of the pictures has her face showing. She sent off a text to Magnus. It read: ‘I did some exploring today. So let me get this straight: If you were to come home and find me dressed in a catsuit and tied up like the girl on this picture, you would be extra turned on?’. She hit send and put the phone away.

She went to their bathroom to put on the hood. It had openings for her eyes and mouth and a top opening for a ponytail. She tied her hair in a ponytail on top of her head, luxury in her long auburn hair. She wrapped a string around the base of the ponytail, and fed the two ends through the hair-hole in the mask. She put her chin in the mask, and pulled it over her head. Next, her fingers found the string and pulled it until her hair popped Through. She pulled the pony tail through, and pulled on the zipper to close the hood. It was tight on her throat. Interesting feeling. She looked in the mirror and turned her head slowly from side to side, admiring the look.

She put on some makeup and glanced at her phone. Two unread messages had arrived. The first read ‘I would. Definitely.’ The second read ‘Hey wait — is that our bedroom?’. Mia selected another image and sent that off. No text accompanying it. The reply was almost immediately. ‘Fuck! You look hot in that. I love your body, but that is so awesome on you.’ She smiled, and went back into the bedroom. She was sure that Magnus would be wrapping up and leaving early. Her fingers went to the zipper at her crotch and undid it, feeling her wet pussy. She played a little with her clip, feeling the arousal brought on, partially by dressing up, but also by the thought of her aroused boyfriend trying not to rush too obviously to get home to his horny girlfriend. She opened the top drawer in her bedside table and pulled out a vibrating egg. She twisted it, and slowly teased it into her wet pussy. The deep vibrations aroused her even more. Her fingers found her cliporis, and started rubbing it while she waited a couple of minutes. Then she started the video call app and called Magnus up, setting the phone on the tripod.

The screen changed, and Magnuses face appeared. His eyesbrows rose, and his mouth went wide.

“Hi Honey” Mia said, still stimulating her clip with one hand. “You have two choices. First is to worry home, and findme tied up here, wet and ready for you to play with me. The catch is that I get to do something to you, which I decide. Second is to watch me get off, right here and now and then come home to find me all vanilla, with all this put away, only to wander if this was all a weird dream…”

Magnus obviously gulped. “I am almost to the car…”

She could see him anxious along. “Okay. Remember the cost.” She glanced at the packet lying open on the side table. The contents were not going to please Magnus… to start with, at least.

Mia teasingly put on her new red ball-gag, displaying it to the camera. She then drew her ankles up on the bed and started affixing the cuffs to each other, ankle to wrist.

She lay there emrithing on the bed when Magnus came stalking in to the bedroom. When she had noted that he had stopped the car, she had maneuvered around so that she was on her shoulders and knees with her derriere towards the bedroom door, her head turned so that she could watch him. Apparently he had started shredding clothes since closing the front door. He stopped in the door, jumping on one leg, trying to kick off his trousers and underwear. He finally got the trousers dislodged and looked up. A silent “Wow” passed his lips. His erection was stiff as a flagstaff.

He approached, and started caressing Mia’s large, black, latex covered buttons. Her flesh tingled at the touch, sending bolts of pleasure through her skin to her sex. He felt her tremble. He let his fingers explore her body, marveling at the smooth, blemish-free covering. Down her thighs to her inner knee, across to her calves, past the ankle cuffs, and all the way to her individually covered toes. He showed deeply, moving his hands to cares the palms of her bare hands, up her arms to her shoulders and head. As he leaned over her latex covered body to kiss Her cheek, his erect sex touched her buttock, smearing the juices of his arousal over her bottom. She trembled again, and he couldn’t contains himself any longer. He stepped back, reaching up and unzipping the crotch of the catsuit in one smooth motion. The latex retracted, exposing her swollen pussy and pumped rectum. His fingers closed around the lanyard to the vibrating egg, removing it from her wet cave, and turning it off, discarding it absentmindedly.

He got to his knees and kissed Mia’s pussy, slightly spreading her labia with his tongue. He was only slightly tempted to start licking her pussy. They were both super turned on. He got up, pulled her body to the edge of the bed, and without further delay, pushed his swollen dick into her pussy. And he started pounding. Deeper and deeper, faster and faster…

Neither of them remembered all the details of what came between that and the intense climax. Mia had never expected the climax to be so intense. The combination of the sensing of the latex, being bound, the vibrators build up, and the mighty arousal of Magnus sent her into a violent, body-shaking orgasm. As her orgasm rose to its crescendo, he also came. The wet, hot feeling of his climax renewed her orgasm. He drew himself close to her and rode out the remnants of their combined climax, until they both still. He collapsed on the bed beside her, breathing hard. Mia began to make gagged noises beside him. He reached over and undid the gag, which she spit out, and started moving her jaw to limber it.

“My arms too please” She said, after a while.

“Oh?” He said teasingly, slowly caresing her, “I was thinking I should keep you like this for a while.”

“No way,” Mia throw back, “I want to stretch my legs.” She started moving around trying to reach the buckles.

Magnus surprised, and undid the clap on her right cuffs. She slowly extended her leg as he undid the left clasp. “I had hoped you would be up for trying things out, but I had not expected this.”

“I sort of went down a rabbit hole, trying to figure out your fascination,” she continued, “There are many subcultures, and I think we can have a lot of fun together.” She let her legs down, pushed back from the bed and stood up and stretched her body. All her curves individually Magnus, and his arousal was apparent. Mia saw it too. She reached a hand down to cares him, as her eyes locked with his. “It was intense, but I wouldn’t only want to have sex like that forever on.”

Mia straddled Magnus and started moving radically on his dick. He looked admiringly at the auburn haired, blue-eyed black-clad beauty riding him on their bed. “You never seize to amaze me.” he breathed, as she rode him towards another orgasm. Mia watched him closely, and as he got closer to releasing his second load, she considered how far she should go this first time.

“Remember I said something about a price?” She said, between humps.

“Mmm,” he moaned, “I remember.”

“I bought a chatity device for you,” she said, still riding, feeling the throbbing signaling that he was close to blowing his load again. She got off him, and moved her still latex covered face to his dick, encompassing his girl with her lipstick-red lips. She started sucking, licking and jerking him off until he came once more.

Magnus moaned and came. Mia took all the semen, and licked him clean.

“Now then. You are going to help me out of this, and joining me in a long, hot shower. Then we are going to test fit the chatity device. You are going to wear it while we go out for dinner, to try it out. When we get home, before we go to bed, I will let you out. I will tell you when to put it on again, and when it comes off, It will be you who has the intense orgasm.”

Magnuses dick twitched. “Sounds exciting,” he said. But Mia could hear that he was a little hesitant.

“If you want to be able to crate me like on that video you were watching, we need a bigger place.”

Magnus looked at her, and nodded.

“You would try that?”

“Based on how much this turned me on, hell yes!”

Magnus helped Mia take off the cuffs, and kissed her latex form.

“I’ll try the chatity cage.”

“Okay.”

They took a shower, figuring out how to get the tight catsuit off in unison. Dry and clean, Mia pushed Magnus down on the bed, and brought out a velour pull-string bag. She opened it, and brought out a shiny metal chatity cage. She handed it to Magnus to hold. He was clearly appreciated. Next, Mia withdraw the base of the belt, and held it up for him to see.

“Ready?”

“No?” He answered, but nodded for her to proceed.

Mia gently took his dick, and threaded it, and his ball-sack through the base, seating it at the root of his penis. It started hardening.

“Hey! You are making it harder for yourself.”

Magnus tried to think of something else. He looked around. Tits. Naked girlfriend. Bondage gear. Everything he looked at turned him on.

Mia stood, arms akimbo, and looked at him.

“Pathetic,” She said, “I know what will turn you off. Think of the documentation you have to make to create the change and release next week. Test reports. Usability analysis. Expenses. Time registration.”

Magnus deflated. Both his penis and his torso. Mia snatched the chatity device and placed it on his cock, snapping it to the base. She held it there while she fished in the bag for the padlock. Magnus had flinched from the cold steel, but she felt him slowly grow in the steel again.