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Chapter one

Business Meeting


This started as many things do in the business world…with a phone call. The woman on the other end introduced herself as Miss Sunny Starr. I was immediately struck with the unusual name. Seemed like a name fit for a movie queen or, frankly, a hooker: however, something about her voice and the way she put things together in the conversation; quickly put those thoughts away. She was organized, direct and very knowledgeable. Clearly, she had done her homework about me and my company. I was impressed.
Sunny was responding to an advertisement I had placed in a business journal seeking assistance with a promotion campaign. My company was growing at an unprecedented rate and I needed help. Like many small business owners, I had founded the company, and then tried to do way too much on my own as it grew. Promotion and advertizing were areas where I could really use outside help in a hurry.
She presented some information on her company. They were a local firm…for some reason…I was surprised; I had assumed all such outfits were located in the big cities; New York, Chicago. She asked for an appointment, and I agreed. She was to be in my office the next day at three.
Our meeting came off without a hitch. She was on time; dressed in a slim black business suit which was very appropriate for a sales call. What an attractive young woman; dark brown hair, big brown eyes and a smile that was absolutely disarming. She presented a very professional image that provided a big “foot in the door” for whatever she had to say.
Sunny moved directly into a well prepared, sales presentation with very little preliminary conversation. She was convinced that her company was the appropriate agency for me to use, and she knew so much about my business that her sales arguments were very persuasive. Three hours later we were busy pounding out the details of a working relationship, and committing our thoughts to a draft contract.
She was a smooth talented ambassador. Things had moved very swiftly, and I was delighted. Her company had the talent I needed. They were local and that helped in many ways, and she added such a element of confidence to the package.
Our first meeting ended at seven o’clock. She asked if I would walk across the parking lot with her, to a small restaurant for a bite to eat. She disliked eating alone.
One phone call home and a quick stop at the men’s room, and we were on our way.
Even in the casual setting of the restaurant, Sunny never stopped as an ambassador for her company. Skillfully, she moved the conversation from business to my other interests. By the time we got to the restaurant she had me talking about my family and home life.
I knew what she was doing. She realized that there was no better way to firm up a good business relationship with me, than to gain an appreciation for my family and outside interests. He questions were polite and she seemed to provide as much information about her life as she gained about mine. What a conversationalist.
Two drinks and a light dinner later it seemed like we were old friends. She had given me a good understanding of her life as a single, professional woman; and she now knew considerable about my home life; my family and our busy urban life style.
As our conversation had progressed, she, at one point, centered her interests on my wife and how our relationship worked. She seemed to have an unusual interest in the topic which was a bit uncomfortable at first; but soon I realized it was just the curiosity of a single woman in a very different life style. It was particularly insightful how she paralleled her life as a single professional woman, with my wife life as a married stay-at-home mom. The comparisons she drew were nonjudgmental; she could find the advantages and disadvantages in both roles.
What a delightful conversationalist. What a logical thinker; what a quick mind; I was sold on Sunny’s company as the provider I needed for my advertising campaigns.
Three days later she called late in the afternoon to let me know she had contracts in a final form. She suggested that I join her to review them. She would gladly bring them to me, but it would be much easier to make any necessary changes if I came to her office.
Things were moving ahead of schedule…I was delighted. I agreed to come over to her offices late in the day for a meeting.
After a call home to explain my plans, I arrived at Sunny’s address about six that same evening. The address she gave me was not the office environment I expected, but instead a very attractive, very large, upscale stand alone condo. She answered the door immediately and ushered me into a stunning front room…modern, professionally decorated in black leather and chrome furniture. The marble floors, textured wall coverings, draperies; all carried a black and white theme…very different…very modern and gorgeous. Everything connoted the life style of a young single successful business person.
Sunny was dressed in a long black gown. It accented her dark hair and eyes in a very mysterious fashion. The gown flowed to the floor moving very sensuously as she walked with me from the door back through her condo to an office. My first thought was…what an unusual garment to wear to a business meeting…but her mannerisms were all business and her opening comments the same.
We ascended an open set of stairs to the second level; black marble with chrome railings. Everything was modern with exotic foreign art work to add just the right touch. Her decorator had to be one very talented person.
Down a hall for a short way and we arrived in her office. Sunny seated me at a small conference table and placed a contract folder in front of me. She busied herself preparing drinks while at the same time enjoining me in a warm thoughtful conversation about my business and my goals for the promotional program. What an impressive lady. Her conversation skills were exceptional. I could tell she was informally accumulating business information that she would need later as she put together our corporate advertising and publicity program. This woman knew what she was doing.
As she quietly talked I began to leaf through the draft contract she had placed in front of me…impressive. Within the first four pages she had captured the essence of what I had hoped we could achieve working together. It was clear she understood exactly what I had in mind for the promotion program.
I must admit, looking back that it was at this point I made my first mistake…her preliminary work on the draft contract was so complete, so clear, and so to the point that my guard quickly dropped. This was the woman I wanted to contract with…no question. My search had ended. Sunny’s firm was going to get the business for sure.
I had been reading the contract and listening to her comments for about an hour when she suggested we take a short break…she would like me to see more of her condo. She was obviously quite proud of her place. Everything about the evening thus far had been so above my expectations; I was honestly anxious to get away from business for a moment and learn more about this woman. She seemed so interesting yet she had learned so much about my world while revealing much less about her own.
Room by room she began a tour…accompanied by interesting comments. Many of her decorative items were foreign things found or her trips abroad. It was obvious that Sunny was a woman of wealth. Her decorations, art work, and collectables exuded money.
The condo seemed enormous. It was on three levels with long halls and a good many rooms on each level. The third level was dominated by a large bar area. It looked like a very high end sports bar, complete with three high definition wide panel televisions over the bar. What an attractive interesting room. Sunny indicated that her work required a good bit of entertainment so the bar area was used a good bit.
Our tour eventually took us to the lower level where her bedroom was the first big room to the right off a long hallway. She opened the door.
What an interesting room…fascinating paintings and art work…a large king sized four poster bed covered with a black satin spread. It struck me that the room was unusual…black and chrome…beautiful…but certainly not feminine. The furniture was heavy; carved out of a very hard dark black tropical wood.
Even from the doorway, I had become so aware of a subtle, exotic fragrance that permeated the entire condo. I had heard of the term “a captivating fragrance” well that was exactly what this was. It was a pleasant scent throughout the condo and it grew even more obvious as we entered her room.
She stepped into the room first, talking continuously. I followed; the only polite thing to do. Her bedroom was so much more than just a place to sleep…it was like a display of her personality; a place where she spent a good bit of her private time. We strolled around the room stopping at various items as Sunny gave me interesting antidotes about how she acquired some of the more unusual things. She had a way of telling enough to keep the listener very interested and yet holding back enough to peak one’s curiosity. Where previously I had been impressed with her business approach, now I was equally fascinated with the woman and her life style.
Our drink glasses were empty when we returned to her office, and I was feeling the effects just a little; enough that it precluded further business conversation. I suggested that I take the draft contract with me for my attorneys to review and she agreed. With that I returned the contract to its file folder and turned our conversation to other areas…there were so many things about this woman that interested me.
Our conversation was easy, natural, but I found that very soon she had me talking about my world, again. She was so skilful at moving to subjects that interested her and avoiding my curiosities. Sunny had quickly turned our conversation back to my personal life. She had such interest in my family and our aspirations for the future.
As she talked I was surprised by a revelation. Throughout the conversation, she had said little about her personal feelings so I was really surprised when she got quite personal and revealed that she was extremely jealous of a woman who was happily married and involved in the family life. Perhaps this was why she was so interested in my home life. My wife was a woman completely and solely wrapped up in the married domestic life.
Anyway, her interests in me and my family served to be very disarming. She seemed to truly want to know about my wife and home life. Three drinks and about an hour and half later we were still talking about my family and her drinks had me talking like a parrot. I had revealed all manner of personal things…like our two girls were all the family we were going to have. My wife and I were both in our early thirties and with the girls already well along in grade school…additional children were out of the question.
I was amazed at the details I had willingly revealed.
She then turned the conversation to the future. She opened a discussion about our plans for the future and specifically asked about my wife’s interests now that the girls were in school and she had more free time. Did I think my wife could remain contented at home as things moved forward and she had more free time? Was there a possibility that my wife would become active in the business world now that the girls were in school?
Sunny was having a hard time understanding the quiet life style of a woman at home, alone, all day. Volunteer work, library, fitness…she explored various possible activities that my wife might be enjoying or consider for the future; but one by one I eliminate each as an interest that my wife would pursue. My wife was just too shy and inhibited to get involved.
It came across me that during our conversations I was unintentionally revealing a deep family secret…my wife’s incapacitating shyness.
The truth is my wife has always been very limited by her shyness and inhibition. She has often told me that this has been true since her first recollections in early childhood. Her activity in public has been very limited by a fear of other people. She has very hard time in the company of anyone outside our family, particularly men.
Sunny seem very curious about this problem. She asked several questions and I tried to answer as accurately as possible. I knew it was impossible to understand how anyone could be so inhibited, but Sunny was trying. It was more than just curiosity, she actually had empathy. Honest concern; even though I was sure my description seemed unbelievable to a woman as outgoing and social as Sunny.
What a wonderful hostess…time had passed swiftly…our conversations had been delightful…and I was ready to return home with the first draft of the agreement. Getting these services for my company had bothered me for months. It felt good to have a contract in hand. This was a winner of an evening. Things could not have gone better.
A guilt feeling passed me for a moment. When I arrived, Sunny’s black gown and general demeanor had causes me to think she might be trying to entice me personally to add to the appeal of her business contract. Now I realized that was a very inaccurate assessment; her personal interests in me included my wife and family. Sunny was a straight up as a person could be; a good honest lady who liked people and really wanted to get to know her clients.
We finished our conversation and said good night seated at the conference table in the office. Sunny stood to show me out, but as I stood, I stumbled forward, with a wave of dizziness. I braced myself against the table, feeling unable to move further without falling. Sunny looked at me with concern as I struggled to return to my seat. I was completely disoriented; long hours of work, a late evening, little food, and the alcohol had done me in.
Sometime later I found myself resting on her bed…how I got there I will never know. I was fully dressed, flat on my back. Sunny was seated on the edge of the bed beside me where she was attending to me. One after the other, she was applying cool compresses to my fore head while at the same time she was gently massaging my shoulders and neck.
She would lean over me closely as she gently applied pressures to my neck on either side. She was very close…she smelled good…this fragrance was everywhere… a strange exotic perfume. I did not stir, I tried to show no sign of returning consciousness; this was so comfortable, it felt so good.
My mind seemed to be clearing a little, perhaps I could stand, but I was not anxious to move. I would test my ability later. I need more rest. I knew full well it was an excuse, but my incapacitation gave me justification to be beneath her in this strange erotic world described by her black gown draped down around me.
Her eyes had changed considerably since the conference table; beautiful yet strong, and dominate; they said “lie still, relax, I am in charge, enjoy the moment”.
She turned away to get another compress and as she did I released the top button of my shirt. She had removed my tie earlier…this would give her better access to my shoulders. As she turned back, it was obvious she noticed, her hands came back down to resume the massage, and as she did, she opened the remaining buttons, one at a time. Her warm hand now found my flesh; her touch was remarkable. Carefully, ever so gently, she manipulated the muscles in my neck and shoulders and then down to my chest. I was frozen in place. Her black gown came down around me like a dark mysterious cocoon.
I can never remember being so fully relaxed. I just could not make myself move. Finally she leaned down, gave my forehead a motherly kiss, and smiled,
“You seem to be fully recovered, let’s see if you have your motor skills back. It’s getting later; you need to be on your way.”
Driving back home…off and on all night…and into the office the next morning…my mind would frequently jump back to Sunny’s bed. There was something I could not get a handle on; something that was so captivating; something absolutely new to me. I just could not get a handle on it. She had been in complete control of me as I laid there on her bed. She was in charge; she knew it; I knew it. She knew I was enraptured by the control she manifested over me. I was caught up in the submissive role she had placed me in. This was scary.
I have always been a control freak. I have always liked close control over everything in my life, but there, with Sunny, the role was completely reversed. I had never been in a situation like that before in my life. A woman physically in charge of me!
Without further review, I signed her contracts, and had them returned to her early in the day. I even went so far as to send them by courier. She was definitely the woman I wanted doing my promotional work.
With this decision behind me, I plunged into my normal office routine, only to find that ever so frequently my mind wandered to her bed and the vulnerable position I had been in beneath her. The style of perfume she wore would make a wonderful gift for my wife. The day moved along swiftly, things were going great with my company. I have always been a dedicated hard working executive; I have poured my life into this business and my family.
Looking back, my daydreaming was understandable. My event with Sunny had been so unusual. I had been married close to ten years…no other romantic experiences in my life…I had never been so close and so intimate with another woman. It was easy to understand why Sunny’s tender care had affected me a bit. Something about her was captivating, mysterious, and very unusual. This was not a sexual interest, a desire for a fling; it was much different; so complicated.
I was shocked out of my daydream by the phone. It was late afternoon; Sunny calling to enquire about the contract and any changes that might be necessary. I felt a certain pleasure in being able to tell her that not only was there no changes but the contracts were already signed and back to her office. She expressed her pleasure and our conversation ended with a commitment to meet in my office for an initial planning meeting within two weeks. She needed time to clean up a couple other accounts and put together the first phase of her activities for my business. That timing was fine for my business schedule, but I was personally disappointed at the possibility of not seeing her sooner.




Chapter Two

Sunny’s Invitation

Imagine my delight when a short time later she called back to invite my wife and I to a party at her place. Friday night…just a small group of her friends…drinks, a light dinner and good conversation. She knew we would both find interesting people to chat with and she would try to make it an enjoyable evening. It sounded like a fun time; I promised to talk to my wife and get back quickly.
The next day I called Sunny, without even talking to my wife and accepted the invitation. I accepted unilaterally because I knew there would be considerable reluctance from my wife and I did not want to wait for the outcome of a discussion with my wife…I wanted to go to the party.
I knew I had a lot of work to do if I was going to convince my wife to attend. The idea of a party at a stranger’s home would be terribly unsettling for her. Just the idea of meeting strangers was terrifying, let alone in a party atmosphere. My wife was not the party type…period!
As soon as an opportunity presented itself I needed to begin convincing her to go with me. My argument would be that Sunny was now an important supplier to my company and a supplier I wanted her to know. She had to go. It would just not be right for me to go alone after the invitation had specifically invited both of us.
I knew it would take lots of conversation and coxing to convince her to accompany me. I worked up to the subject very carefully; made my strongest logical arguments; and finally after several attempts I got just the slightest signs of capitulation on her part.
Finally, I gave her the ultimate promise…that I would not leave her side all evening. I would protect her from any situation where she might end up one-on-one with a stranger. She nodded that she understood. That was all.
I continued to talk, never asking her to commit, just taking the assumptive approach that Sunny’s party was where we needed to be.
Looking back, she did not really agree to go to the party; it was more like her protests faded into silence. Each time I mentioned the party, I could see her nervousness; her uncontrollable inhibition had such a grip on her. She knew her silence had committed her to attending and she was just plain scared.
Then the issue became…what to wear. This was a big problem. She wanted to look nice, of course, but at the same time she did not want to wear anything that would “stand out”. After some lengthy exploration in her closet, she settled on a light blue tailored skirt and jacket with a beige blouse; very conservative…something that would look decent, but give her a secure feeling in a very insecure setting.
Her outfit was one that should be worn to church, maybe the office, not out at a party. It screamed dowdy.
There was just one exception. I had bought her the beige blouse as a present. It was very sheer and revealing…cute and conservative under the jacket, but very revealing on its own. I was surprised by her choice. She had tried it on when I brought it home, but since then it had been in her drawer.
I sensed that she might have selected the revealing blouse in an effort to provide a distraction during the evening. Knowing it was a bit sexy, but hidden under her jacket, just might aid in keeping her mind off the tensions of being in a threatening situation at the party.
Smiling, I agreed with what she has selected, and then kidding with her, I laid out a red bustier and little black panties for her to wear underneath. I suggested that having these beneath her conservative blue outfit would make her feel a little erotic and therefore ease the tensions a bit. These undergarments provided such a contrast to her blue suit. I knew there was little chance she would wear them.
The bustier was a cute little kinky thing I picked up for her when I was overly horny on a business trip. It was some kind of sexy…hooks up the back…it fits her very snuggly from beneath her breasts to her waist…red velvet trimmed with black lace. It comes up with underwire support for her nude breasts, holding them very high and making a bra unnecessary.
When I first brought it home, she tried it on and told me that it gave her an unusual sensation. Then she tried it once more, wore it once, and it had stayed in her dresser drawer ever since.
I was actually surprised when she came down later, ready to go, and told me she had, in fact, worn the things I suggested.
I thought about it and concluded…perhaps in an unusual, somewhat scary situation like this…she wanted the distraction; or maybe she wanted to feel close to me and compliance with my little request was a good beginning; besides her little concession to the exotic was completely out of sight. She knew no one would see it…the jacket would cover all and stay in place throughout the evening.
Probably, even when we returned home, I would not get to see her fancy things. She was so shy even in the bedroom.



Chapter Three

Sunny’s Condo Party



We arrived at Sunny’s condo just after seven. I took my wife’s hand to help her from the car and she held my hand in a vice grip as we moved across the parking lot toward the condo.
Sunny met us at the door. She greeted us with a warm smile and enthusiasm. She was obviously glad we were able to come. Her attentions immediately turned to my wife; so much so, that it seemed like I was being ignored.
Strange feelings, I needed Sunny’s attentions.
It was obvious that Sunny remembered my comments about my wife’s inhibitions. She started right into a friendly conversation with her; trying to make her comfortable. Sunny came across as so confident…conversation came easily to her, but my wife was speechless…absolutely scared. There could not be two more opposite women.
Sunny led us up an open black marble stairway to the third level where there was a small group of six or seven friends gathered in her bar. They were all caught up in conversation around the bar across the room, enjoying the view out a large window over the pool. Our arrival at the top of the stairs went unnoticed.
For a private bar this was quite the place. When Sunny showed it to me before, I had thought it seemed like a commercial establishment, but now, with Sunny’s sharp, young guests in the room it put that thought away quickly. This was a very private, wonderful place for an upscale party.
Interestingly, her guests were all dressed in shades of black…very modern…what a good looking bunch of young business people. I had worn a black business suit so I fit in a bit, but my wife in her conservative light powder blue skirt and jacket really stood out. Literally, she was the only thing in the room that was not black…I could tell she was uneasy.
Sunny led us to a tall black marble table with four high stools. The other guests continued to mingle at the bar across the room, almost without noticing us…caught up in their conversation.
A tall, dark haired, guy was making drinks behind the bar. Shortly after we were seated, he came over to the table with drinks. How impressive, no big to-do about what we would like to drink…he just told us he was mixing these for the group and would like us to sample them…simple as that.
While he served the drinks Sunny introduced us. It was all first names, nothing more. He was David; tall, handsome, dark and very, very toned. This guy worked out.
With the introductions completed he joined our conversation in that smooth way the party set does these things.
“Tell me what you think about those drinks.” He smiled. “It’s something new for tonight.” His smile was interesting.
I evaluated his dress and demeanor as he said a few things to Sunny. David was quite striking…modern hair cut…black open neck shirt and tailored black slacks…gold medallion at his neck…he looked like he had just walked out of Gentleman’s Quarterly magazine.
This had the makings of one of those very high classed, posh, urban parties that the young and beautiful attend. I was interested in how skillfully he had joined the three of us. Maybe I was a bit paranoid about her inhibitions, but I noticed how he made a point of standing next to my wife, while Sunny who had been standing between us, moved more toward me…you know as they say at the parties boy/girl, boy/girl. These people had a way of making everything seem so spontaneous, so relaxed.
At least, I might now have just a little more of Sunny’s attentions. To his point, she had exclusively been interested in my wife.
It soon became obvious to me; David had been singled out to join us specifically to make my wife feel at ease. Sunny was such a good hostess, she knew that my wife, being a very shy young woman, would be particularly uneasy in this type of setting and she wanted to do all she could to make her fit in.
The four of us stood enjoying the drinks. Our conversation was pleasant, but, oh, so very trivial.
Sunny and David told us a little about each of the people over at the bar; first names only with a very short comment regarding each. (I.e. that’s Paul near the window…he has a lovely ski-ski-out in Vail.)
Other than the introductions the conversation was very shallow…mostly, talk about the music…new wave…and this special party drink David had created. It tasted good…not too much alcohol…went down quite easily. He asked for our opinions and got firm approval from Sunny and me.
My wife had not said a word since entering the condo more than forty five minutes ago. She seemed petrified. She stood at the high table with both hands on her drink, looking down at her hands with just an occasional glance in my direction that said “panic”.
“Take me home,” was written all over her face.
Soon, one at a time, the people at the bar began to make their way over to meet us. Five very GQ guys and two very attractive young ladies, each would politely chat for a short while and then return across the room to their group. You could tell they were experienced party goers…quite skilled in chatting, drinking and talking about nothing more important than the unusual modern music playing throughout the condo.
It was now confirmed, we were out with the young singles set, but their quiet casual demeanor had made me comfortable quite quickly. The same could not be said for my wife.
David seemed very aware my wife’s uneasiness. He was making a real effort to bring her into a conversation. He talked directly to her, not asking questions, but making her the center of his attention. Her face was blushed with embarrassment. Her hands never left her glass and her eyes never looked up from the table. She was taking small nervous sips of her drink…one right after the other.
It seemed clear to me that Sunny had asked David to try to involve my wife in the evening’s activities. I began to feel sorry for him. He was trying so hard and he was making absolutely no headway, nothing at all. How could he be expected to waste his time with someone who was such a wall flower…so non-responsive?
However, to his credit, he continued, and the evening continued. I was having such a good time chatting with Sunny. The only negative for me was a constant feeling of embarrassment about my wife and her incredible inhibition. David was getting nowhere in his attempt to be social. How long would he keep up the effort?
Time passed. Sunny and I chatted and drank. I was having a good time. What a marvelous hostess. I did not want the evening to be ended early by a requirement to take my wife home.
I was possessed by such a desire to get away for a few minutes with Sunny. I needed to know if that magic of her touch was just a situational thing when I was over here to attend the business meeting.
Then for the first time, I saw a hopeful sign. It looked like my wife might be coming out of her shell ever so little. David had been quietly talking to her for over an hour without any form of response, when out of nowhere she acknowledged his presence by turning to look at him. It was just a glance, but it was repeated and her face looked less pained. It was a big improvement. I let myself relax just a little and for the first time I felt good about her being here. At the least, this would be an adventure in her quiet life.
Soon the entire atmosphere at our table started to improve…to be less strained. Sunny for the first time began to talk a little business with me.
As she talked she turned more and more in my direction. I could watch over her shoulder as David continued talking with my wife. He had actually had her smiling. She was obviously more at ease.
She still had not said a word, but she was looking at him and she did seem to be caught up in what he was saying. This was a first; my wife in a one-on-one conversation with a stranger in public…and a male at that. Even if it was all one sided, I started feeling better.
Sunny had been talking strictly business for several minutes when I realized I wasn’t listening to her. Sunny’s conversation might have been interesting, but I had been too caught up in the dynamics of what was going on between David and my wife. This was not good…Sunny was an important supplier to my company now. I tried to force my attention back toward Sunny. I knew Sunny could not help but notice how distracted I was.
Another drink and forty-five minutes later, she suggested that she and I go down to her office for a few minutes. She thought it would be good to get away so we could discuss business a little better. She could sense how difficult it was for me to concentrate while I worried about my wife ruining the evening.
A wave of excitement passed over me. This was what I had been thinking about so frequently since our earlier meeting.
I looked over Sunny’s shoulder at my wife and the possibility of embarrassing complications immediately swept into my mind. I was pleased to see that David was actually in a conversation with her. My wife appeared interested in what he had to say and she was now even offering a comment from time to time. This had to be a big step for a painfully shy woman; but my leaving the room, even for a moment, was another thing.
I so liked the thought of being alone with Sunny for a few minutes. There was just so much more about this woman I wanted to know. Our earlier moments together had left me with such curiosity about her…almost a hunger. I did not like the feeling of being limited by my shy wife, but the idea of leaving her in this setting really bothered me.
I hesitated and then commented that I really needed to check with my wife if I were going to go anywhere else.
I started to move, but Sunny’s quick hand on my arm stopped me.
“Let me have a word with David.” She said.
With that, Sunny stepped around the table and came up between David and my wife. I watched as she turned to each of them with a smile and a few words. David reacted with a nod first, and I was pleased when my wife followed his lead and nodded to Sunny as well.
In just a few moments, Sunny came back around the table, with a smile,
“Hey, I explained to them that you and I needed to go over a couple of business items and were going to run down to my office for a couple minutes. They had no trouble with it. They are having a delightful conversation…I don’t think we will be missed. They have discovered that they both like New Wave music and he has her caught up in a little game, guessing the various names of the pieces. Right now he is winning.”
With another smile, she turned to lead the way across the room to the stairs. I followed Sunny with some initial concern, but a glance back at my wife convinced me she was going to be able to deal with my leaving. She actually seemed lost in listening to David…a stranger…a male of all things. She was even looking at him…how unlike her…must be the alcohol. She was smiling. It was a relief to see her with a smile on her face. It was the first time I could remember seeing her at all relaxed at a party.
The thought shot through my mind. What a relief; I have a moment alone. She always clings to me in public.
Coming here was a major step for her. All of her life she has been so inhibited. Even thinking about coming this evening terrorized her. It had stayed foremost on her mind since the moment we were asked. She had been a nervous wreck. It was grand that she was actually talking to someone…what a step forward.


Chapter Four

A break out meeting with Sunny



As Sunny and I walked out of the room together, my concerns faded very quickly, to be replaced by an overwhelming sexual excitement. I was actually shaking a bit as we started down the steps. I needed the handrail.
At the bottom of the steps I felt a wave of disorientation like I remembered from the first time I was here. It was similar to the feelings I had, when I needed her assistance before I could return home. Not nearly as strong now but it was enough that I made a special effort to walk carefully as I followed down the next flight of black marble steps holding snuggly to the bright chrome hand rail.
At the foot of the steps, out of sight of the others, Sunny turned, and took my hand. Her grip was strangely strong and good…reassuring.
Her touch was magical. My wife’s situation upstairs was completely forgotten. Her firm control was all I was thinking about as we continued downward to the lower level.
Memories from the first time I had been in her bedroom swept over me as we continued downward. These memories had taunted me ever since my first visit here. There was something so captivating about her.
Her movements were strong, determined and dominate; movements that did not give me an opportunity to protest without a major disruption. I remembered that her bedroom comprised this entire lower level…and as she continued down the steps, a sense came over me that I was going where I should not go. This seemed like a last opportunity to change the course of things to come; but I followed her; drawn by a strong desire to know more about the strange sensations she had created within me during our previous encounter.
Without a word her bed room door shut behind us and I heard her snap the dead bolt lock. The light level was very low, created exclusively by three large flat screen televisions which turned down at an angle from the ceiling high above the foot of her bed. Each high definition screen displayed a dark beautiful forest scene accompanied by soft music and the sounds of nature. It was entrancing.
Sunny smiled and without a word motioned for me to sit on the edge of her bed. She stepped up to me so closely that her knees parted on either side of mine as she stood in front of me. Her beautiful black gown flowed open just enough to drive me wild. Her fragrance was wonderful…a pleasant reminder of the strange erotic feelings she had created within me before. She slowly removed my suit coat, removed my tie, and unbuttoned my shirt. She seemed to hesitate between each item, giving me a chance to protest; all the while knowing full well that I would not. Sunny leaned over me so closely.
“I know exactly what you want,” she said softly “I loved seeing you relax the other day…you were so cute when you had a little too much to drink…relaxation is good for a guy that works as hard as you do…you know.”
She smiled as her hands found the exact same places at the base of my neck…her intoxicating perfume filled my senses…and the same tingling erotic feeling swept over me. I was back in a strange world where this woman was completely in charge. Indescribable feelings surged through me in waves.
This time her hands continued down my back and then around to remove my shirt. She had gained full access to my upper body. I sat on the edge of the bed, almost trembling, waiting for more, I needed her touch.
With gentle pressure she continued to work one muscle group at a time. She stopped to offer me a drink from a stand beside the bed. I was so caught up in what she was doing, that I quickly took one large swallow and returned the glass to its place. I did not want this to stop…there was something hypnotic about this whole thing. I could not tolerate an interruption.
As if she sensed my feelings, she smiled and with a gentle pressure brought us together in an embrace. My face was lost between her breasts as she gently laid us backward on to her bed, together. The black bed spread had such an unusual texture…it felt strange against my bare back…like satin. I was in the position I remembered so well from the first night. My head found her pillow. She moved on top of me; her hands found my chest muscles on either side and she continued.
As she worked she spread my arms up and out toward the tall dark columns that supported the upper frame of the bed at the corner. I willing let her move my arms as she desired; submission flooded over me. This woman was so dominate and I was intoxicated by her domination.
A warm compress came over my forehead and eyes as she continued to duplicate the first time we were in this room. Now, I was back in the same wonderful, warm erotic world she had introduced me to before. She was kneeling with her legs spread over me at the waist. I could feel the light touch of her gown surrounding me.
My world was dark and warm and wonderful…her hands moved out along my right arm, working each inch along the way. She meticulously massaged each muscle. After she had finished working completely to my right wrist, her attention turned to my left arm. I was quietly gasping, caught up in her movements; she had to be aware of how she was affecting me.
I went to move but found my right wrist tied firmly in place. In no time my left arm was constrained the same way. I lay on my back with my arms fully spread to her will. What an erotic position. A tingling passed through me; I felt my erection mounting harder and harder.
I had to admit it; I wanted sex with this woman…so badly…more than I would admit to myself…more than I could ever remember wanting sex. But, this went so much further, so much deeper; an uncontrollable, sensual need for her sexual dominance. I had to be truthful with myself; that is why I was here…that is honestly why I had signed her contract so easily and quickly. From the moment I came to under her control that first night she had really overcome me.
Sunny replaced the warm compress over my eyes and for the first time I saw that the television screens over her bed had changed from the forest glade to views around Sunny’s condo. The one to the left displayed the cocktail party on the third level. There were obviously hidden cameras up there which scanned across the group automatically…each time showing the bar from one side to the other.



Chapter Five

David Introduction


I watched as the view scanned David and my wife. He had moved two tall chairs to the table. They were no longer standing but were now seated side by side. He was turned toward her, giving her his full attention. She was still looking straight ahead but her body was now turned ever so slightly in his direction. I noted that her hands had become animated and it appeared that she was actually talking. This was remarkable.
It was encouraging to see that my wife was actually in a conversation, and was not just sitting, embarrassed, looking at the floor as usual. A good feeling passed over me; seeing this made me feel less guilty about leaving her and coming down here to succumb to the temptations of this beautiful, strange woman. It also meant that I had a little time…time to lose myself in Sunny’s mysterious world.
The warm compress came back over my eyes and I was back in that warm dark erotic world. My desires for this strange woman were in charge of me and I feared that she knew it. Her touch was like magic; her voice…her fragrance…her gown. She lay down beside me, close to my body, with her head resting on my outstretched arm,
“What do you think of my monitoring equipment…just my way of keeping track of what is going on?”
She laughed quietly.
“I like to make sure the guests stay happy when I am away from the party…makes me feel like a good hostess.”
“Hey did you notice your wife? I think she is doing just fine, now. I am so glad you forewarned me. She was every bit as shy and inhibited as you said. With the “heads up” you gave me, I was able to make arrangements to get David to accompany her and employ a little of his charm. I hoped he would be able to keep her happy for a while so that you and I could get away.”
“I have such confidence in David. I like his approach in a social setting. He enjoys entertaining and he is very good at it. He is so natural in a crowd and has a second nature about what a lady likes to hear. It looks like your wife is really beginning to enjoy his company, don’t you think?”
I could hear her words but my mind was completely caught up in what Sunny was doing to me. David and my wife were in another world. I could care less what they were doing! This charming lady had completely captivated me; I craved her attentions.
“Yes”, was all I could manage to say; anything more might reveal how out of control my desires had become for this women.
Now that my wife appeared happy and occupied, the little pangs of guilt I had felt earlier were replaced by desire…simple raw sexual desire. I needed Sunny. I needed more and more of what she was doing to me.
While lying close to my ear and talking, her hand had slowly been moving on my chest with the magic touch I was addicted to. Everything she did and said seemed so organized. It was like she had a plan…she was taking me somewhere very special and she knew exactly how to do it.
With the conversation over, she came back up over me kneel gently beside my body. She was applying oil to my skin…it was wonderful…warm and fragrant like her perfume. She bent up over me exactly as she had that first night. Her touch began to make me writhe ever so slightly and I knew she could sense my movements. She turned and her fingers found my belt buckle as she continued to apply the oil, lower and lower. My trousers slid downward. Willingly I lifted upward and she slid everything off leaving me nude.
Her caring movements continued downward and it was clear she now must be fully aware of my aroused state. My enormous erection had neither surprised her nor caused her to hesitate. She just moved forward with her program undeterred. This was the most erotic thing I had ever experienced.
Soon she had my left leg constrained outward to the corner of the bed, and then my right leg followed.
Sunny now had full control of me…I was tied spread eagle flat on my back, on her bed…and it was the strangest erotic sensual feeling I have ever known. The drinks were having a wild effect on me, but her manipulation was even more powerful.
Once again, she changed the warm compress across my eyes and as she did I got another short glance at the video screens. One of the monitors had stopped scanning and was now fixed on my wife and David. He had moved closer and his arm was around her, resting on the back of her chair. She had turned toward him, holding her drink glass with both hands…talking, smiling. Her smile was strange…almost giddy…like a school girl!
Somewhere along the way, her jacket had become unbuttoned revealing just a little of her pretty blouse.
What a pleasure. Her expressions and movements were carefree; so unlike her in a public situation. A quick thought passed my mind. Maybe she was only feeling the effects of alcohol. I hoped she was not drinking too much as her only real reaction to alcohol was to get very tired and sleepy and I sure did not want that to happen now…I wanted much more time with Sunny.
Anyhow for the moment this was wonderful, all of Sunny’s planning was working. My wife was caught up with David and he appeared to be enjoying entertaining her as well. For a while, she would not be wondering about my being away. I was free to explore this dark erotic world with this dark erotic woman for a while longer.
The warm compress came back over my eyes and forehead, and I was returned to the dark.
Sunny carefully moved on top of me. It seemed like everything she did was designed to drive me wilder. She was sitting lightly astride me at my waist. I could feel her gown flowing down around me and her nude flesh beneath so smooth against my lower body. I moved trying to reach up to grasp her, I needed to touch her. I tried to move…to slide…attempting to place her smoothness more intimately against my lower body.
I felt the constraints around my wrists and ankles tighten outward. I tried to move again, only to find that I was bound such that any movement on my part was impossible…if I relaxed everything was fine. There was nothing to be gained by fighting the tension, I lay spread to her desires…erotic…sensual…seduction. Any movement that occurred would have to be on Sunny’s part.
Sunny leaned forward over me and I could feel the light touch of her gown move up over my chest. Her lips came down to mine, very gently at first. Then she kissed me deeply…forcefully…I could feel her tongue…against my lips parting them…her fingers follow…they taste good…and then in one quick move…something was forced deep into my mouth, as she fixed a strap around the back of my head. I tried to speak, to protest, but I could only make an unintelligible muffled groan. This device was soft, like sponge, swollen, completely filling my mouth and forcing my tongue down and back.
“Isn’t that an interesting little device?” She offered very close to my ear. “I am preparing for wonderful things to happen around here that might surprise you; and I would never want you, or my quests alarmed by an excited outbreak on your part!”
Her hands lifted my head and prop me up on a black pillow as she removed the warm compress from my eyes. It was obvious that she wanted me to see the overhead monitor screens. She wanted me to know exactly what was going on upstairs. She smiled down at me,
“You are going to enjoy this, my love. I sense your wife is becoming a new woman with David…he is such a charming, disarming rascal; yet so skilled in what he does. He just loves the ladies and he is so successful with them.”
The center screen showed David and my wife. They had moved to a black couch somewhere away from the bar. They were sitting side by side and way too close for comfort. Her drink glass was full again.
Concern flooded my mind. Her inhibitions were being tested for sure. It seemed like she was in a trance, but one little breakdown in his attentions could be so embarrassing. She was alone with a stranger, a male, and that could create such anxiety for her. It is as if she is hypnotized by his charm. If that trance breaks down it could be very embarrassing for everyone.
His arm went around her shoulders and drew her more closely beside him on the couch. He whispered something close to her ear and then released her. Together they stood up and she turned as he removed her suit jacket.
She had allowed him to remove her jacket. How unthinkable; my shy wife? What in the world had come over her? This was unbelievable.
He folded her jacket carefully and placed it over the arm at the other end of the couch. She watched with an enthralled look on her face. I was absolutely dumbfounded; she was willing to do this; how out of character for her.
She was standing with her back toward him as if reacting to the new exposure, but he reached for her arm and slowly turned her to face him. She was shyly looking downward, obviously trying to determine just how revealing her blouse really was. She knew that it was quite thin and her breasts were bare beneath it; supported upward by the fancy bustier. She knew from a careful study in the mirror at home that the jacket was necessary if her outfit was to provide the modesty her inhibitions demanded.
His right hand gently came up under her chin bringing her eyes upward from the examination of her blouse, to look directly into his. His smile was his way of assuring her that she looked wonderful and he wanted her to dismiss any concern about the missing jacket. An expression came over her that I will never forget. His affirmation of her attractiveness had just the effect he wanted. She was obviously caught by his admiration.
He took both of her hands in his and turned her slowly back toward the couch. As he did this, the monitor gave a full view of her, almost like it was an intentional effort to display her. It clearly showed that her blouse was so much more revealing than I had remembered. Maybe it was just the light, but it made her look so alluring; like she had dressed very carefully to be attractive for a man. A person not knowing her would think at this point she had come to the party for a purpose.
Then, together they sat down again on the couch. Her eyes never moved from his. She was transfixed by him. His smile seemed to be all she needed to feel that it was acceptable to be dressed as she was. I could clearly see the gentle movement of her thin blouse over her bare breasts, but her concerns seemed to have disappeared for now.
They sat closely on the couch, too closely, talking quietly. Minutes passed, and then he moved even closer as his left arm moved around her back and his right hand moved gently up to her face. He held her very tenderly turning her slightly such that she was looking directly into his eyes. She offered no resistance. She made no effort to move away from him.
The warm smile never left his face and as they turned I was certain I saw a slight smile in return pass over her lips as she moved.
She was now very close to David. She looked sensational sitting beside him.
I guess I had never stopped to really look at her while she was getting ready, I was too anxious to get to Sunny’s party. In fact I can’t remember the last time I looked at her carefully as a woman. I came to the party convinced she would be in that blue jacket all evening. She would look attractive, but a bit dowdy and way too conservative to be off interest to another male.



Chapter Six

My wife revealed


Now she was sitting way to close to him and her thin beige blouse and short blue skirt were way too revealing. She looked charming and so sensual. It was amazing how, just removing her jacket, had changed her looks. The outline of her body could clearly be seen through the blouse. It was obvious to any observer, that she was wearing that sexy bustier. Why had I ever suggested she wear such a thing? It made her look so unlike herself…like a woman filled with erotic desires.
Even on the video, I could clearly see her breasts moving with each excited breath she took. They were on display for him and she was completely oblivious; lost in his attentions.
I moaned and tried to sit up…useless. I could not make any sound or movement. I was helpless. Sunny quietly sat beside me on the edge of the bed, gently rubbing my upper leg. Her silk gloved right hand found my testicles and she began to gently manipulate them. Gently she pulled them downward in my scrotum in a milking motion. This firm movement clearly convinced me of her complete control over me. She could cause me such pain if she wanted, but a feeling of trust passed through me. I was throbbing with desire for her. I was distracted from the activity upstairs for a while. I could hear my own breathing in such a strange way with this device wedged in my mouth.
Sunny looked down from the video monitors for a moment,
“That David is such a wonderful guy. I just knew he could find a way to entertain her and allow us some time together. What magic he has with the ladies. You can be assured, however, that he knows his limits. Sunny has given him his instructions as to exactly how far he can go with her, and he will not go beyond the limits I gave him!”
“They seem to be getting along just fine and his work is much more enjoyable now. I am sure he appreciates his time with her much more without her being encased in that rather formal business suit jacket.”
“None the less, he knows his limits; he is a professional.” She ends with a reassuring note.
She looked down at me with a smile and then her gaze returned up to the monitor.
David was holding my wife just as before, but he had begun to gently kiss her. It was like a game. He would slowly move toward her until his lips found her…then move away…looking into her eyes for approval. Finding the look he desired, his kiss would come back to her again and again…her lips…then her neck…then back under her ear; time after time he paused to look into her eyes assuring him that she was pleased.
My wife was being worked over by a real gigolo; and it was clear that she was responding in a way I would have never believed possible. My wife, this inhibited woman, who had trouble stopping the mailman to ask for postage, was allowing this guy to come onto her like a freight train. She had never responded like this. She was in completely uncharted territory; things were being done to her that she did not understand and she was responding in a frightening fashion.
Sexual foreplay for my wife was a one way street and until now I was the only movement on that street. When it came to anything sexual, she did what I asked her to do, but that was it…she never suggested, created, or seemed to want to be very involved.
Now, she was absolutely caught up in what he was doing do her. She could simply get up and walk away from him, if she wanted…he was not stopping her…, but it was clear from her responses, walking away was not on her mind at this point, for sure.
The screen to the right still showed a happy group at the bar. They were drinking, standing at the bar, caught up watching the monitors which had come alive over the bar; what these video feeds provided was very entertaining.
It was at this point I realized that David had taken my wife out of the bar. As the camera scanned the room it confirmed that my wife and David were no longer there. He was alone with her. He had taken her to another room in the condo. A smaller room dominated by black and chrome.
This should be very alarming. This all could blow up any minute, but something about all of this continued to give me a roaring erection and Sunny was completely aware of my condition. She was witnessing what the video of my wife was doing to me. Sunny had begun to apply a warm cream to my chest while making sure she did not block my view.
Finished with the cream, she turned to the night stand beside the bed and opened a drawer. A straight razor…not a safety razor we all know…but an old fashion straight razor was laid out in the drawer. Her lips come down to my left nipple and as her teeth gently grasp me…she brought the open razor over, just below my nipple. Slowly she moved the cold steal around the nipple as she held it extended upward with her teeth. The sharp blade made no mark, but it was unbelievable erotic…it was a symbol of her complete domination.
She moved slowly up over me, to possess me, but in a way that assured I could continue to see David and my wife together. It was as if she had them putting on a performance to accompany the erotic feelings she was creating within me. My sexual desires were out of control. My attention was driven back and forth from the video monitors to the reality of what Sunny was doing to my body.
David had my wife’s face turned directly toward him. His hands held her tenderly but firmly and his gentle kisses had established a pattern. He moved from her lips to her neck…then around to just under her ear…then back to her lips. He would move away slightly, pause, look deeply into her eyes, and then return to her lips and neck again.
Her hands were still in her lap where she had placed them earlier, but it was clear she was responding to him. Her elbows had moved back against the couch as his titillation causes her to arch her back thrusting her breasts forward toward him, in a submissive posture. She was trembling. Her breasts were exaggerated in this position and I could see them moving with her quickened breath.
Then as I watched, the impossible occurred. David stopped kissing her, held her head gently with both hands, and whispered something very close to her ear. When he finished, he moved his body slightly away from her, while still gently holding her face toward him with both of his hands. She was positioned such that she was still seated looking directly into his eyes, but her body was turned so the camera had a clear view of her.
Slowly, sensuously her hands came up from her lap and she slowly unbuttoned the top button of her blouse. She hesitated…looking only at him…he smiled…turned her head and whispered again. The movement of his lips clearly said…one more.
Then, is lips brushed her neck as she opened the second button.
This very, very, shy woman…how could she…in school she could not undress in the shower with other girls…she undressed in our closet for years…and now she was willingly doing this for him. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.
Once again he whisper “one more” and she responded. Didn’t she remember, with just three or four buttons undone, her breasts would be exposed?
She seemed oblivious to what she was doing…the potential exposure and danger. With just a little of his encouragement, she continued.
All the time he held her head in his hands keeping her eyes focused on his; not allowing her to look downward.
One button…another and her blouse began to open slightly exposing her cleavage. Impossible, this is something she had never permitted before. With each button she hesitated, still looking in his eyes, but he would whisper once more and she would continue.
When she finished opening the last button, the blouse fell open. Her hands stayed suspended in front of her. She made no effort to close it; in fact as he move his lips from her neck, her arms actually spread slightly, almost as an invitation.
His kiss moved to her lips and as he did her arms went back against the couch causing the blouse to open completely and her breasts were thrust forward held upward in an erotic elevated position by the bustier.
Slowly, he turned her ever so slightly; it was so obvious that he was turning her so the monitor camera could capture her even better.
As he turned her, his gaze moved downward, appreciating his progress. She had no bra above the bustier. Her bare breasts were right there…bare…held high…accentuated, and heaving from his attentions. Her dark full nipples were held outward toward him above the lace edge of the bustier. She was providing the ultimate, though completely unintended invitation.
Slowly, his gaze moved up toward the hidden camera. His eyes communicate a sinister smile which I was sure all could recognize.
Satisfied, his lips began to move down her neck, down…down… Her face was awash in ecstasy as his lips found her right nipple and he slowly, gently, began to consume her breast.
I could clearly hear her heavy breathing; each breath was coming in an audible pant.
Once again I struggled against my bondage. My effort to say something came out as a very quiet grunt. Another man now had complete access to my wife’s breasts and I had no way of interfering…no way to stop him from enjoying her.
Sunny had made several small tracks with the razor on my chest not to break the skin just to threaten. My attention immediately departed the video monitor as she moved the razor under my left arm. She handled it like an expert.
A moment later, she began to apply this fragrant cream very gently, smoothly; and then she went to work shaving me until my under arms were absolutely nude and smooth. The straight razor had become such an erotic threat…bound as I was I was at her mercy.
My attention was pulled back to the monitor by motion. David had slowly stood up and turned to bring my wife up from the couch holding both of her hands. She followed his lead as if in a trance. Her elbows were back…she offered no resistance to his suggestion.
While Sunny had diverted my attention David had continued and my wife was entranced, enthralled with what he was doing.
She was standing in front of him with her hands extend to him, but with her elbows still back, erotically. He was in complete control. Her eyes were drawn to his eyes, but now his eyes were sensuously gazing up and down her body as he studied her. She offered no resistance.
After standing like this for a few moments, h