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Six foot four inches and two hundred pounds. That's what Westin had measuredin at when he left the gym locker room that morning. He was thirty-three yearsold, and had recently taken an interest in how much of an effect gravity hason him. By this evening he would only measure six foot three and a half inches.
Statistics like this weighed heavily on his mind. He had graduated Stanfordwith a B.S. in statistics, and a minor in finance. Statistics were always inhis head. It wasn't a curse, more of a blessing. He was a major up and comerat the firm, as a broker. Several of the portfolios he managed were among company'slargest. All of his portfolios owed at least 30% of their value to his shrewdstatistical mind, and recently the firm's absolute largest account had askedspecifically to be put under his management.
The account move had provided him with a partnership. He had paid for thepartnership by selling a good portion of his own personal portfolio, but theraise he had gleaned from the situation was worth it. He had gone from a goodone hundred and fifty thousand a year, to a stunning six hundred thousand ayear as well as a sizeable bonus based on his account's performance.
He had sat on the first year's bonus of one million just to see seven digitsin his bank account. This last year though when his second bonus arrived hewas perplexed. The job had taken a toll on his health. His fingernails weregnawed into nubs, he ground his teeth day and night, and he didn't have thestamina to run up two flights of stairs.
The gym had been his first attempt. He thought the exertion would let himdump off the stress. But it hadn't worked. He tried dating, but the women eithercouldn't hold his interest, or they couldn't keep up with him intellectually.
One night he couldn't sleep and found himself staring at a premium cable channelshow about sex in reality. It showed a couple it dubbed as ?Goths? the manwas pouring hot wax on his woman, and she was enjoying it. Westin found himselfwith a raging hard on almost at once, and as soon as the show completed hepulled his laptop out and pursued their actions on the Internet. His love affairwith Bondage and S&M was immediate. He had to tell his secretary to cancelall of his meetings the following day so he could catnap in his office. Thefetish sites had kept him up until the sun came up.
He started ordering bondage gear two days later. Westin found that he couldplay with the leather and the buckles and locks for hours. The smell was intoxicating,and the feel was pure pleasure. He needed a subject though; it was rather emptywithout a subject.
This was about two months ago, and recently his boss Senior partner BarryJ. Roberts, had entered his office with a stern yet distressing look on hisface. Barry was a rotund man in his late fifties; he took Westin's career seriouslyand had acted very protective of the younger man's future.
?Wes, your bonus accounts are untouched.? Barry challenged.
?I guess that means you disapprove.? Westin muttered.
?You have to do something with the money Wes, do you have any ideas??
?None at all to be honest I enjoy knowing I have the money too much to spendit.?
?That's no good Wes, you cant just leave the money to accumulate, it's notin your best interest, and it's not in the firm's either can you imagine ifa client found out you refuse to invest your own money??
Westin rolled this around his head for a second?. the boss had a good point.
?Suggestions Barry??
Barry stood tall for a moment.
?You can't go to stocks. I know you and if you put that kind of money intothe market there's no way you would be able to leave it alone.?
?Okay?.?
?I think you should go with real estate, get a bunch of rental propertiesor a condo complex or something.?
?Sounds fine. I can let the housing market and the renters grow the moneyfor me.?
?Just get on it please before it embarrasses the firm.?
That conversation had set the house of cards that was his life tumbling withoutany sort of warning at all. Westin had wandered down two floors from the thirtyfirst floor, where his office was to the companies mortgage brokerage. He hadfully intended to take his lunch by inviting the junior partner in mortgageto eat and discuss the options available to him.
He never made it to the man's office though. Half way through the immensecubicle farm on the twenty ninth floor, he had stopped dead in his tracks.She was stunning. He had neither been looking at anyone, or expecting to seeanyone in the cubicles, but his eyes had defied him and sought her out. Shewas not heart stopping, or drop dead sexy. She was rather young, perhaps twenty-five,and not in very good shape. He knew when she stood up that she would have thepear shaped body so typical of women in America. He could see that she waswearing a tweed business skirt and jacket with a pale blue blouse underneath.He wanted to see her real underclothes, wanted to see her ass, which he knew,had to be round and squashy. But her physical attributes were not what weredrawing him in. Her actions were. She never looked up. Her eyes were hesitantand wary. In a mortgage sales position she would rely on cold calling to makeher sales, but she didn't. Instead she worked furiously on the few contractssitting on her desk. She behaved in a timid sheepish manner that he could notget enough of. The plastic nameplate on her cubicle wall read ?Christine March?
Apparently he had lost track of time, an executive management type was nowstanding in front of him. The man was unknown to Westin, and his demeanor reekedof kiss ass.
?Sir may I be of some assistance??
?No, I have found the loan officer I was looking for thank you.?
?Sir you've been standing there for quite a while perhaps a cup of coffeein my office, and I can help you with whatever you need.?
The man's voice was nasal and grated the sides of Westins ears each time hespoke.?
?Perhaps I have already found the officer I am searching for, thank you.? Histone was complete; leaving no interpretation save that he was done dealingwith the peon. The man shrank like a wilting flower and disappeared into themaze of cubicles.
Astonishingly this had awoken Christine from her dream trance of a workday.
The woman had snapped her head upward, but her eyes remained in the cubicle.
She's examining the room with her peripheral vision?afraid to make eyecontactWestin was now fully engaged in the woman. A new idea formed in his head andhe stalked over to her cubicle. Using the arrogance of executive power he satin one of the two uncomfortable chairs by her modular desk.
Finally she looked at him. Her eyes were green, and the red hair she keptat neck length framed her face defensively.
?Sir, may I help you?? She almost squeaked but the words settled into a sweettone mid sentence as she grabbed control of her voice. The ?Sir? had almostshot out of her mouth?. He loved every syllable. Trying to control his ownthoughts into coherence he spoke.
?I need a new home. Therefore I need a new home loan. I would like approvalto purchase a home in the one and a half million range; I will be putting onethird down. Thus I will need a loan of one million.?
She paled a bit. He noted quickly that it was not the numbers, but the interactionthat caused it.
?Maybe one of the more experienced people would be better suited sir??
This time all words were fluid, and there was even a bit of hope he wouldsee her logic in the voice.
?Nonsense, Ms March I walked through this office and you are the only onedutifully doing their job while everyone else gabs on the phone.?
He knew it was a ludicrous statement, but once again found himself using hisstation in the company to get his way.
It was a long ten or fifteen seconds before she slightly nodded and acquiescedto his comments.
?Of course sir, I will assist you in getting the funds.?
?Excellent I will call personnel and have them make my information availableto you immediately. Assess the situation, and call my secretary in the morningto schedule a meeting to go over it with me. Here the direct extension to herdesk, and if you need any direction to the office she'll provide them.?
He scribed a four-digit extension on her post it note pad, and stood. Without another word or look he walked away. As he moved to the elevator he tookoff his suit jacket and folded it on his forearms in front of him to concealhis erection.
He spent the evening imagining her naked ass and back. When he woke to thealarm he rode a strong wave of energy through his morning routine and to theoffice. At nine o five his secretary advised him that Ms March had called andwould like to meet with him at eleven thirty. He gave his agreement to thespeakerphone, and rolled his eyes into the back of his head. She had calledimmediately when the office opened for the day, and obviously had her thingstogether. His erection returned. He took care of it in his washroom, and madephone calls to clients until eleven thirty.
Promptly at eleven thirty his secretary opened the door and announced
?Ms March and Mr. Rivisi to see you.?
Mr. Rivisi?? Who the hell was this? The nasally suck up strolled in to theoffice with Ms March at his heels.
That figures, this jackass obviously enjoys touting his position overher, and I managed to need the girl who works for him.
His thoughts got venomous and he spoke slowly and purposefully.
?Ms March did my secretary not provide you good information on the locationof my office.?
The jackass spoke in her place. Westin did not like it and felt the hairson his neck rising.
?I figured as Ms March's supervisor I should attend to ensure your satisfaction.?
B.S. you wanted to come to the thirty first floor, and be seen, and youwanted to try and impress me.
?I see, have there been any problems with Ms March's transactions??
The man faltered slightly
?No sir?
Westin now smiled.
?Well then relax, and return to your desk knowing that I will inform you theinstant I am feeling even slightly mistreated. I will of course advise Mr.Waterson of the excellent customer service I am sue to receive in you and yourstaff's hands.?
Dropping the name of the senior partner over the man solidified the man'sidea of a successful encounter and he warmed to the idea of leaving.
After he shut the door to the office on his way out Westin smiled broadly.
?Your promptness if flattering Ms March. I wasn't expecting a response untilthis time much less a meeting. Have a seat.?
He indicated a leather couch on the wall.
?Thank you sir.?
?May I have some coffee or tea brought in??
She slightly moved her head from side to side.
?That won't be necessary sir.?
Over the next month and a half he met with her weekly to discuss his funding.In the meantime he met with a real estate agent specializing in high-end housing.The agent helped him find a five thousand square foot Victorian, in a securegated community. The house was stunning, but he found the space rather empty.It had a good basement. That he filled with his toys. He had been buying themthe entire time. They intoxicated him still, and he longed to use them on Christine.
Once he was moved in he acted on his feelings. He called Christine up to hisoffice saying he would like to thank her. She still acted meek around him,and he loved it. She had no idea of his interest in her and that he had boughta large house for the basement, and the chance to develop a rapport with her.
His secretary announced her ten minutes later, and Christine entered alonewearing a black cotton skirt and jacket. Her rear was prominent to him, andhe thought she wore her extra weight well. He wondered if heavier women couldtake more of a beating than thinner women. There was no reference for him,all of his toys had been completely unused, and he had never known any activityin the lifestyle he longed for.
?Ms March,?
He hesitated. The statement had been in his head for weeks. But would notcome out easily.
?Christine, I want you to have dinner with me.?
She was now stunned. It hung on her for a minute.
?S?Sir, I'm not sure that would be appropriate.?
?I want to thank you, and can think of no better way than to do so personally.?
He chose that moment to run roughshod over the encounter.
?Your services have been invaluable, and I owe you. I'll pick you up fromyour home Friday night at seven. Dress is formal.?
The eyes told the battle in her head. She lamented for a bit then agreed.He spent the remainder of the week looking forward to it.
When Friday came he left the office early and began preparing the meal. Hehad bought wine especially for the occasion, and had bought the rack of lambdirectly from the butcher on his way home. Six o-clock rang out on the grandfatherclock he had purchased for his entry hall, and he placed the lamb in the ovento keep. He showered briefly to refresh his cleanliness, and donned his Hugoboss tuxedo. He moved through his new, large walk-in closet, and selected amaroon bowtie. The last action before switching off the lights was to snapon the clasp of his Tag watch. Tonight it was important to him to seem morethan her. He wanted her to feel his superiority from the moment she laid eyeson him.
His five-year-old BMW 5 series pulled into her apartment complex preciselyat seven. He knocked on the door to her unit five minutes later. Christineanswered the door in a flowing simple black dress with black tights barelyvisible in the small gap between the hem of the dress and her simple blackshoes with their slight heel.
Westin beamed when he saw her and his cock stirred with anticipation.
?You look great.?
?Thank you I'm glad you found the place without trouble.?
?I used to have a place near here when I was an assistant broker.?
In the parking lot he held the door to the BMW open for her and hoped to geta better view of her tights. She was not helpful backing into the seat withher hands firmly on her dress, and quickly swinging her feet into the car.Westin took a moment to admire her neck and small pearl earrings that werevisible since she had pulled her rust colored hair into a bun. He took noteof her detached earlobes as he quietly shut the door.
Silently they rode back to the house, and when the driveway appeared in theheadlights she spoke.
?Are we going to your home?? It was a nervous question.
?Yes I wanted you to see the results of your labors. I'm actually a decentcook. I don't think you'll be disappointed.? The words seemed to calm her abit.
He left the car on the drive in front of the double doors of the house. Thenhe went to the passenger side of the BMW and helped her out.
?I was thinking we should eat first and then I'll give you a tour.? She nodded.
When they ate in the large dining room with it's honey stained oak floor,they made little small talk. Conversation fruitful however, he learned thatshe had no man of significance in her life save her father. The rest was idlechatter though. So he took initiative.
?Christine I would like to pursue a personal relationship with you.? He saidseriously as he looked her square in the eyes over a strawberry tart.
?Why?? She questioned lamely.
?Because you interest me, and I want to know you better. I think I can trustyou. Is that true?? He was still holding her eyes with his.
?Of course you can sir, I think it may be a bad idea though, I am not wellsuited to you, and don't bring anything to you.? She was very serious now,and her eyes saddened a bit.
?I think you will, but I need you to know some things about me that I wouldexpect you to keep to your self if you do not find it desirable.? She had blinkedand was not looking into his eyes any longer, but he knew he had her rapt attention.
?I'll show you now if you don't mind.? Westin slowly stood waiting to seeif she would also. She actually rose confidently obviously thinking he wasabout to show her a room full of hunting trophies or something else that certaingroups of women would disdain.
When she was standing he made his way to the hall where the door to the basementwas.
Wes took the stairs two at a time and was at the basement floor several secondsbefore Christine got there. The lights were still off, but he could smell theleather. The basement was very large, and took up a large portion of the house'sfootprint. It had two entrances; the one Westin and Christine were standingin from the interior of the house, and one from the exterior from a large setof double doors that opened upward. Slowly he turned to face her in the halllight, and flicked on the light.
?Remember please keep this to yourself.? He intoned.
Her jaw went slack. He had surfaced the concrete floor with a bluish glaze,and had one of the forty-foot walls covered with toys. Floggers, paddles, crops,ropes, chains hoods, gags, cuffs, dildos, and hundreds of other implementslittered the massive pegboard structure attached to the wall. Strewn aboutthe center of the room were two sawhorses four large wooden chairs a set ofstocks, and a large wooden table. All were smoothly sanded, and oiled beautifully.
Westin soaked in her reaction. She was flabbergasted. She made no noise, andstared at the room as if unable to take it all in.
?What the?? she stammered.
?I seem to have an impulse control problem when it comes to buying this stuff.? Hetried to explain.
She took two steps into the room beyond him and turned to face him. Then sheswiftly dropped to her knees. She had her hands in her lap and sat on her ankles.Westin reeled with the action. She had done this before?and she approved ofit. Obviously she wanted to try this with him. There was no other explanationfor her sitting on the cold floor before him.
?I have no experience with this, but deeply desire to do it with you. I amwell researched, and trust worthy. I will not bind you, as I want you to feelthat you can escape if you need to. The safe word in my house is ?Cardinal?.Use it whenever needed. Take your hair down now.?
She quickly moved to comply
?Slowly.? He warned her.
A moment later he hair was free of the bun, and he stepped forward and ranhis right hand through it. Winding his fingers through it, then abruptly madea fist trapping it in his hand. Then he yanked her to her feet. With a slightgasp she stood and he walked her to the table. Twisting a small wheel beneathit he lowered the table to just above her waist height.
?Place your hands on the table.? He barked at her
When it was done he released her hair and pulled the hem of her dress overher head. The sight was not even half as appealing as he had hoped. She waswearing a massive control panty, and the black tights revealed themselves tobe black panty hose that were fraying at the top.
?This is all never leaving my home. I am cutting it off of you as I find itunsuitable.?
A moment passed before he moved as he had expected her to say ?Cardinal? orrun at his statement.
He pulled the small knife with the clip on it that he used as a money clipand started sawing at her undergarments. Two minutes later they were removedfrom both her body, and his sight. The two large globes of her ass now fixatedhim. It's pale beauty calling him and forcing him to determine his first courseof action.
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