Chapter Four

Besides Eddie, the resident early bird, I was the first one to arrive at the office. I was already lost in my work by the time most of my coworkers arrived.

“Good morning Sharlene, you're here early.” Lisa was my work bestie, whom I had worked alongside for years. She hailed from Brooklyn and despite being in Washington for several years, her accent was still heavy with her heritage. She was small but mighty, and many unsuspecting people have learned the hard way that she will not be pushed around.

“Hey Lis, how's it going?” I responded distractedly.

“Not too bad, glad to be here and not at home. Tony's driving me nuts!” Her husband was off from an injury and had been moping around the house for six weeks now. “The guy is acting like his leg was amputated. I mean, I understand that he's not back to normal, but I swear he is using this as an excuse to sit on his ever-growing ass and try to convince me to wait on him hand and broken foot. He's become such a scootch. I think I'll start working late every night, so if you have any work you wanna throw my way, I'm your girl. It's either that or cut off my own foot, then I'll have one-upped him and he'll have to wait on me!”

I love Lisa's sassiness and say-it-like-it is attitude, even if she can talk the feathers off a flamingo. She's one of those people who can get away with saying things most can't, and she is a blast to work with. She is also a decidedly great distraction for when I can't seem to keep my mind on anything but my previous afternoon's torture session.

“Hello...! Earth to Sharlene! You're a million miles away, girl!” Actually, only about ten miles – back in my bedroom.

“Whaddaya been up to since yesterday? You're grinning like the Cheshire Cat! You've got a secret and I wanna know what it is! Common, you gotta tell me! You know I'll find out eventually, so spill the beans!”

I'm not going to deny that sometimes Lisa could be a bit much, and I'll be damned if I'm going to tell her what I was really up to. The problem is she really wouldn't let up, and she can sense a lie better than a bat can hone in on a bug while blind. I had to tell her something.

“Well, if you must know, Gary and I had quite the steamy session yesterday, and it's left me wanting more.”

“Oh! Details girl, details! I thought you said he was a bit of a gavoon in bed, so tell me what happened!”

“Common, Lisa. You know I don't kiss and tell. Let's just say I think he's been holding his cards to his chest for a little too long. He should have come out with that grand finale a long time ago and I would have been a happy woman.” Of course, I don't think he knew he had it in him until he found me like that. Hell, I don't think he knew I had it in me to be that kinky.

Lisa pretended to pout. “Fine, but tell him to give Tony some lessons, will ya? He’s always been pretty good, at least before he injured his foot, but judging by the glow on your face, Gary is doing something that Tony should learn.”

I laughed. “I'll tell him to give Tony a call tonight and give him a play-by-play of what to do.” Could you imagine? People would stop inviting us to social gatherings for sure.

Despite Lisa's comic relief, the day dragged on, and by the time my shift was over, I was restless and agitated and couldn't wait to get home. I wasn't sure what time Gary would arrive and I wanted to be ready for him.

***

I skipped my bubble bath and had a quick shower, making sure to not to miss anything while shaving. It was exciting just thinking about the afternoon, and by the time I got out of the shower, the familiar stirring in my loins was growing ever-present, as was my body's own wetness, priming me for the events to come.

I dried off with a cotton towel, an oversized Egyptian beauty that made me feel so sexy and luxurious as it caressed and kissed my body. I wrapped it around me and made my way into the bedroom, where I opened my pleasure chest. Just seeing all my toys made me more excited than I already was, and it didn’t take long for wetness to start migrating from my Bartholin's gland to my vagina.

After making my selection and heading over to the bed, I was undecided on a few things: should I wear a gag and should I have a vibrator? My gag dilemma was that it would be nice to communicate with Gary, especially if he decided to withhold my orgasm again. But because there is something exciting about not being able to communicate my wants and needs, coupled with the fact that my pleas would probably fall on deaf ears, I decided to go ahead and gag myself. I picked up my bright red ball gag, wedged it in so that my mouth was stuck gaping open widely and uncomfortably, and buckled it securely behind my neck. I sneaked a look in the mirror and took a second to admire the deep color of the ball and how it accentuated my taught, wide open lips, which were wrapped neatly around it. The drool was already starting to pool at the corners of my mouth and I tried valiantly to swallow with little success. Two hours with a gag like this always left my jaw completely stretched and sore, but it looked so damn good and made me feel so helpless that it was worth it. Plus, if my orgasms got too out of control, it was nice to have something to scream into.

Next, I lubed up my ass. I opted for a small vibrating butt plug as my still-sore rectum was a keen reminder of how I overdid it yesterday with the fat one. I winced a bit as I slid it in, but once it was in place, it felt relatively comfortable. I tied a crotch rope to make sure my ass plug didn't go anywhere, but I kept it simple with just a pass between my legs and a knot out front. I didn't want to spend too much time on things today lest Gary arrive before I was ready, but I didn't want to be sloppy, either.

Here was my second dilemma: should I throw in a vibrator? It would be nice to get a bit of excitement in before Gary came, but I thought it might be a good idea to leave it up to him with how he wants to please me. If he wants to please me. I will be at his mercy. The thought sent a shiver of anticipation down my spine and I got back to work.

I wrapped my ankles and wrists with their respective leather cuffs and decided to put some nipple clamps on. I didn't use them much because they weren't always the most fun self-bondage toy, but they might get some use with a pair of free hands in the picture. I winced as I secured them in place, knowing that taking them off later on would be a whole lot more painful.

Once again, I caught my reflection in the mirror. I never ceased to stop short when seeing myself all decked out in bondage gear, and my choice of always blindfolding myself was not only a great way to get lost in my fantasies, but a good way to block out the deviant images of myself that I preferred to not be privy to.

I sat in the middle of the bed and spread my legs before securing both of my ankle cuffs to the ratchet tie-down straps that I keep discretely hidden under the mattress. This was the easy part compared to cinching my wrists, which was a bit more difficult to get the ratchet ties tight. I usually used it in conjunction with my time-release lock, but today I decided to leave myself totally helpless.

This felt a little risky when I remembered that Gary didn't release me yesterday, but I reasoned that if he didn't notice I needed help in escaping that I would have fun being stuck like that for several more hours before he arrived home. The thought of being bound and helpless for this long once again left me with an ache in my pussy that needed so badly to be satiated. A part of me hoped that Gary wouldn't release me.

Before securing my wrists, I grabbed my blindfold. Originally, I was thinking of leaving it off, but it serves to add a nice element of mystery, and if I did find myself spread-eagle for several hours this afternoon, it would probably be more exciting to be deprived of my sight.

So there I was, once again blind and trying to fumble with my wrist cuffs. The key was to pull the strap just tight enough that I was stretched tautly across the bed but not so tight that my limbs would be in agony for the next few hours. Or several, depending on if he was merciful to me or left me like this all day.

As I lay there exposed, a brief thought crossed my mind that perhaps Gary would have wanted to tie me up, but I dismissed it, reasoning that his bondage skills had proven dull and ineffective in the past. It turns out touching and teasing is where he really shines.

The minutes dragged on and as I started to lose track of how long I had been lying stretched on the bed, I cursed myself for not putting on the self-release lock. What if I misunderstood him? What if he got caught up at work? What if he was trying to call me to say that plans had changed? I shook loose my worrisome thoughts, reminding myself that a little while ago, being helpless for the whole afternoon sounded so appealing that I soaked my panties just thinking about it. Of course, that was after being brought to climax, or at the very least, having something going on to take my mind off of the slightly uncomfortable position I was in and the annoying itch on my face that wouldn't go away. And I didn't really think the gag aspect through very well. Having a large ball wedged tightly in my mouth for several uncomfortable hours started to sound like more than I should have signed on for.

I didn't have much longer to ruminate on my precarious situation before I heard the door open. My body involuntarily tensed with the expectation of what was to come. The aspect of the unknown had me completely turned on and I squirmed in anticipation under my tight bonds. Thank goodness I didn't put a vibrator in my vagina or I'd probably be over the edge by now.

I waited and waited and nothing happened. Again I was thinking that maybe the gag wasn't such a good idea. Or maybe it was. If it wasn't in my mouth, I'd be begging and pleading like a shameless mendicant, and in my helpless state, that would probably only make him withhold even longer.

Just when I thought the suspense would kill me, I heard a rustling sound as he seemingly moved closer to the bed. I had left my collection of vibrators displayed on my dresser in case he was interested in using any of them on me and my heart skipped a beat when it seemed that he would.

I waited in anticipation and finally I was rewarded. By a smack on the side of my ass. Ouch! I didn't see that one coming. Literally or figuratively. I wasn't sure if I liked this turn of events, as spanking was never really something I was into. Smack. Another one in the same spot! Geez, Gary, enough already! I implored silently.

As if he heard me, the punishment stopped after only two slaps. But the stinging reminder where his imprint was likely still visible served as a reminder that I was helpless to stop another one if he wanted to continue down that path.

Suddenly the clamps were ripped off my nipples. I gasped in pain and surprise, and before I caught my breath my nipples were pinched. Hard. I whimpered into the gag. Wow. It seemed as if Gary was in a sadistic mood today. I could be in trouble. Pain was never in my play. Mostly in part because it's hard to punish yourself, particularly when you're all tied up. Discomfort was where I shined; pain was taking it to yet another level.

I braced myself for another assault, but it never came. Instead, I felt a feather tickle my side ever so lightly. It continued to wreak havoc on the rest of my body, tickling and teasing me and torturing me everywhere except the one place I wanted to be touched, my increasingly wet pussy. My pleasure was compounded when slow, sensual vibrations started in my ass as he turned the dial to low.

The teasing was merciless; light caresses, soft tickles and warm blowing all kept me aroused and wanting. He would circle my vagina, grazing my labia with his fingers and the vibrator, staying just out of reach of all of the areas that longed to be touched.

Then without warning, my cheek was slapped, causing my head to jerk to the side from the impact. Tears stung my eyes and made the inside of my blindfold damp. It was unexpected and it hurt like hell.

Mere seconds later – as I was still recovering from the unexpected blow – fingers plunged unceremoniously into my vagina, causing my pain to take a back seat to my surprise, followed by mounting pleasure.

I was soon writhing in ecstasy as my G-spot was rubbed at the same time my clit was massaged, while my nipples were alternately squeezed and played with. This went on for some time, and I was in heaven. I was so close to coming. And then, with a smack to my ass, I was brought back down to a severe reality, as all the touching ceased and I was left sweating and wanting.

I felt my arm being released and I waited for him to untie me, anticipating the long awaited love making session that was overdue since yesterday.

The fiddling stopped after one wrist was released. I waited for it to continue, but nothing happened. Reality washed over me and I wanted to scream in frustration. I pulled my blindfold off to see if he really was gone, which, of course, he was. I untied my other wrist and sat up, perplexed and panting, angry and annoyed.

I finally clued in that I should turn my butt vibrator off but I continued to sit on the bed with my legs still tethered to each corner. After processing what just happened, all I could think about was orgasming, and I fumbled in haste to release my legs from their bondage.

By the time I was released and had removed my gag, I had my senses about me a bit more, and I started to come to the conclusion that maybe Gary didn't want me to come. After all, that was twice in a row that he denied me an orgasm. But surely he would know that I would do it myself once he left? Unless he trusted that I wouldn't. Damn. I wasn't sure I could hold out.

On the one hand, I would love nothing more than to feel some release, but on the other hand, doing it to myself is more of a physical act and it's not nearly as fulfilling or satisfying as sharing it with a loved one. If I did manage to hold off, the ensuing fireworks caused by our coupling would definitely be worth the wait.

I sighed in frustration as I made up my mind to wait. I had a feeling it was going to be a long afternoon, so to pass the time, I spent several hours in my garden. Sometimes I would garden with one or both of my orifices filled with a toy of some sort, but that wouldn't be a good idea today, so it was just me and my hoe getting down and dirty.

I figured I'd work until Gary got home, then maybe we could get steamy in the shower, but at around 5:30, the phone rang. By the time I got in the house and washed the dirt off of my hands, the phone had stopped ringing, but I heard Gary's voice from the answering machine, telling me he was entertaining some clients for dinner and wouldn't be home. You've got to be kidding me! Although it happened on occasion that Gary had last minute client meetings, it was rare and I had a hard time believing that he actually had to be out tonight. Just how long was he planning on keeping me waiting? Days? What was he playing at?

I decided to wait up for him and demand retribution no matter what he said, but by 1:30am, I was exhausted and knew that the alarm would be harassing me to get up for work in no time. I fell into a light and restless slumber.

The next morning, Gary was gone again. He often got up before me and it was not entirely unusual for him to be gone before I was awake. But two days in a row? I looked at the time and realized I slept in. Damn, so much for a jog to clear my head and burn off some steam.

I went downstairs and read the customary note from Gary. Sorry work's been so hectic, but you're still my #1. Keep your schedule open and I'll make it up to you for sure. I'm ready to quit this crazy job!

Maybe his excuses were legit and he was as horny as I was. But he could have easily acted on the urge yesterday. Maybe he meant to keep me waiting until the evening but genuinely got caught up at work. Most likely, he was so behind at work due to his extended lunch hours at home. Who the hell knows? I mused over this as I got ready for work.

I breezed in just as the clock hit 9:00. “Quite the buzzer beater today, what happened to the early go-getter of yesterday?” teased Lisa as I rushed to my office.

“Hey Lis,” I puffed, slightly out of breath from rushing up the stairs. My distracted thoughts kept me from noticing the time this morning and being late made me on edge.

Lisa looked at me bemusedly and quipped, “You don't have the same glow about you as yesterday, I take it Gary is back to being a typical husband?” If only she knew.

“Nah, I just overslept and I'm feeling a bit out of sync today.” Not the entire truth, but it kept the questions at bay.

“You up for grabbing lunch together today?”

“I would love to, but I have a doctor's appointment.” I felt much more guilty about that lie, knowing there wasn't an ounce of truth in it. I loved going out to eat with Lisa, but today I wanted to get home and put a finish to this marathon of denial.

“Too bad. Next time then!” Nothing got Lisa down for long, except maybe Tony.

“You can count on it.”