[M4F] Bondage Training

It's 4:25 pm when the knock comes at my door. I rub my eyes as I look away from the spreadsheet on my monitor, pause the music I was only half listening to and take the late afternoon coffee that was going to ruin my sleep with me as I go to answer the door.

The woman standing before me looks down at her feet, her hands fidgeting nervously with her sundress. She looks at me for a moment, starts to open her mouth, pauses.

"Can I help you?" I ask

"I- I'm here to be-"

"Come in," I interrupt her before she can finish the sentence, look down the street to be sure none of my neighbors saw. I close the door behind her, a little miffed by the intrusion. "You're supposed to call first. I usually only take appointments."

"Oh," she looks disappointed.

"It's fine." I sigh. "But I'm working. You'll have to wait here till five."

She sits patiently in the living room while I finish my work, deliberately taking my time as I send off the last emails, making her wait. I guess it's good I had this late coffee after all. With the last few key strokes, I turn off my monitor, walk back to the living room. She's still waiting patiently. Maybe this will be worth my time after all.

"Why are you here?" I ask. She reaches into her purse, pulls out a large stack of bills.

"I'm here to be trained." She looks me in the eyes, filled with sudden confidence.

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It's 6:30 am. My small unfinished basement smells of sex and wax. Melted candles drip onto the floor, pools of drool and lube mix together with sweat and tears.

"We aren't done until that number reaches 20." I say, bringing the crop down against her ass, not hard, not to punish, just a playful reminder, something to egg her on. She's up on her knees, hands bound between her legs where they hold the vibrator against her. Her thighs and wrists tremble as she struggles against the dildo stuck to the mirror, her nipples clamped to two little chains that tug her back toward the wall if she tries to pull away.

I imagine she's looking in that mirror at the stained mattress in the corner, her body aching for rest, hoping for sleep. In not too long I'll have to get ready for work, but for now this is my priority. Her face is red, her eyes watering, but she pushes down against her bodies wishes until her nose hits the little clicker at its base. The number ticks up to 12.