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Handcuffed in the stairwell on New Year's Eve...
I gasped and broke away from her kiss. I wasn't used to losing control of situations and yet somehow I found myself here with my hands cuffed behind my back, standing in a stairwell with a young woman I had seen for the first time barely 24 hours ago. I was used to being in control and deciding how and when things occurred. Suddenly I felt distinctly unnerved as the realisation of my current predicament hit home. What had I got myself into signing up to this project on the other side of the world? I didn't want to be at the mercy of my future boss. As I stood there I felt trapped like a rabbit in the headlights. My chest contracted and bereft of any lucid thought I struggled to free my wrists in vain. I had initially been quite entranced and was willing to go along with her power trip, reasoning that the end justifies the means and if that was her thing...

However, as Miss Godani took a measured step back from me and gave me a satisfied smile, I felt a slight twitch in my groin that I couldn't account for. I stood my ground and tried to look unperturbed; I mean a lot of people like messing around with handcuffs and stuff and she is hot, maybe I should just play along and let her do her thing.

"I knew you would serve me well as soon as I saw you at the airport," she said. "You see, you men who are used to being in control all the time actually crave to actually lose that control, whether you are aware of it or not. Right now you feel a little angry, a little worried and that's perfectly normal but tonight I'm going to help you explore parts of you that you didn't know even existed. When you arrive in the office in two days time for your first day, you'll thank me for having opened your eyes."

I just stood there, trying to maintain a minimum of pride and compose myself. I mean I wasn't going to be able to reason with a twisted mind like that and I certainly wasn't about to run off back to the party like a scared boy and invite the humiliating looks of my future colleagues. Come to think of it, that was probably exactly what she wanted, to humiliate me in front of everyone. See if the young Brit was up to the job or if she could make her new subordinate crack before he even started. Well I wouldn't give her that satisfaction but neither did I really know what I could do and I finished by doing nothing, leaving the initiative with her.

Miss Godani started to slowly release the first few buttons of her shirt and seemed to be monitoring me. My breathing accelerated at the spectacle, wondering what was coming next. I didn't trust the look in her eyes, but maybe this wouldn't turn out too badly after all. She stepped towards me, her hands going down to my belt, her eyes not leaving mine for a second and somehow I was getting sucked in again, just go with it. She unfastened it and calmly slipped it off from around my waist. Luckily, the belt was more there for show than anything else so I at least didn't suffer the indignity of my trousers falling straight down around my ankles. She then strangely proceeded to wrap the belt back around my waist, threading the end through the hole. She pushed her body up against mine, I felt her warm breath against my neck and I felt my manhood react again but just as quickly she let the belt fall around my ankles and pulled it firmly, thus securing my legs.

"What the fuck!" I protested, wriggling my legs and realising that now I really was powerless.

"I'll let that one go," she said in a flat voice. "You're really not in a position to oppose me though are you? Just let go, go with it, trust me. You need to trust me."

"If you wanted me to trust you, you should have asked if I was actually interested in all this kinky shit first!" I replied.

"Let go James," she whispered and ran her hands up my legs, before bringing them around behind me and cupping my ass cheeks. Her head moved up level with my flies, her open mouth pushing against it. I could feel her warmth through the material and I hardened up immediately, feeling my mental resolve waning. She opened my trousers nonchalantly, her mouth just centimeters away from my growing length. As she pulled on the elastic of my shorts it loped out.

"You see, this is where you need to trust me," she said. "Do you trust me? Are you ready to let go?"

What was I supposed to say? She was kneeling there in front of me and despite everything I did want her. I figured it was easier to just go back telling her what she wanted to hear and maybe I'd get what I wanted too.

"Yes Miss Godani, I trust you," I said in my most sincere voice.

"You're lying. You just want me to start tugging this for you," she said as she delicately wrapped her hand around my cock.

"You would like me to take it into my mouth too wouldn't you; shoot your warm cum down my throat," she continued as she pulled the foreskin back and forwards over my now swollen head. She flicked her tongue teasingly against me and cupped my scrotum in the other hand. In almost no time I was moist with precum and aching for her.

"Yes, yes I would Miss Godani."

"Good, now at least you're telling the truth," she replied.

Then she broke away, turned her back on me and started walking up the last few steps to the roof. There I stood, hand and feet tied with a raging hard on sticking out in front of me, it was almost comic and I would have laughed if it hadn't been me in the stairwell. I heard the door close behind her as she stepped out onto the rooftop, leaving me there alone. I didn't have a choice, I had to follow her. I started hopping up the steps like a rabbit, being careful to avoid the ultimate humiliation of falling over and being left there stranded. My precum spattered all over my trousers and my shirt as my penis jerked up and down with the motion of my jumping; I was pitiful but I needed her. When I got to the top, I was grateful that she opened the door for me and save me from having to work out how to open it in my present state.

"There are a few people I would like to show you," she said as I hopped out onto the roof, "and I'm sure that they would like to see you too."

The panic hit me again and I stopped frozen in my pathetic tracks.

"Please," I begged "don't do this. Let me go, I'll do whatever you want."

"I like the begging, and your new found humility but what I really want James, is for you to trust me. I expect this of any subordinate."

I suspected that what she was asking of me was not exactly the sort of trust that she generally expected though.

"I do trust you, Miss Godani."

"You're lying. I can see the sweat on your brow and the panic in your eyes. You're worried about me humiliating you. I only ask that you let yourself go for me. I keep trying to reassure you but you've got all your barriers of self protection up. Give yourself to me, I will protect you and I will make you feel."

I looked around the rooftop and to my great relief couldn't see anyone else. It must have been a hoax to test/scare me.

"I trust you Miss Godani," I insisted again.

"You're lying, you're scanning the rooftop checking to see that nobody's here with us," she replied.

My eyes came back to rest on her and her hand moved down, drew her short skirt up and started rubbing her mound. She was as relaxed as if she had been all alone in her bed. She moaned slightly and I realised that I wanted her more than ever. She moved up close to me, repeating her rhythmic gesture with her hand as she stared into my eyes.

"Can you see how relaxed I am James?" She said. "I want you and I am openingly pleasuring myself in front of you to let you know it. You do know it?"

"Yes, Miss Godani, I do."

"Hmm, you're still sufficiently confident of your male prowess to believe that, yes. I like your confidence, it excites me."

She started moving her hand faster, slipped her other hand up under her shirt and looked to pinch her nipple with some force; she moaned again, louder.

"I want to sit on that hard rod of yours and feel it fill me up," she teased.

With that she moved her hand away from her panties and scooped some precum from my aching member, bringing it up to my mouth. I had never eaten my own liquids before but followed her lead, opened my lips and cleaned her fingers.

"Good boy," she said.

She turned away from me, bent over deeply, her ass sitting there just centimeters away from me and slowly started lowering her panties. Finally she was ready; I motioned my hips forward, preparing to enter her. As soon as she felt me move though she reared up and hit my hard cock with the back of her hand. I reeled away, crying out in pain.

"I decide James, you put yourself in my hands, trust me, cede control. I thought I had been clear about that!"
She surreptitiously slipped around behind me, wrapped one arm around and started pulling at my length again. I couldn't help but moan slightly.

"That's good James, you're letting go a bit," she whispered in my ear. "Now about those people I wanted to show you. You thought I was bluffing didn't you?" She laughed at my naivety.

My chest tightened again slightly but she was now pleasuring me so well that I didn't react. She gently and gradually moved me around one hundred and eighty degrees, all the while her hand continuing in it's movements until we were facing the building on the opposite side of the street. The building was several stories higher than ours and therefore had a good view over the rooftop. Fortunately, the night was dark so while we could clearly see what was going on inside the building, they could not see us.

"Would you like to cum for me now?" She asked.

"Yes Miss Godani," I supplicated.

She brought her damp panties around and draped them over my nose and mouth, pulling her body into mine, as she picked up the pace with her hand. I could feel that I was close when suddenly she hit a switch and an overhead light came on. I was so close to cumming now that I didn't care and only moaned for her to continue. She flicked the switch again, just a few seconds later, plunging us back into relative darkness and withdrew her hand from me. I was breathing hard and noticed that a couple of people in the opposite building were by the window, squinting in our general direction but they soon abandoned and went back to their party.

"That was very good," she said, "you relinquished control, you trusted me. You look so adorable and helpless, standing there for me."

I stood there in anguish, I needed release and soon! She was driving me crazy, I was as if hypnotised; I had rarely felt so alive though. She knelt down in front of me again, and flicked her tongue surreptitiously over my swollen head; I shuddered. Then she got back up, turned away and disappeared back through the door to the stairwell without a word. I could have screamed out loud but instead just let out a guttural grunt of frustration.

I knew that I was stranded here whether I liked it or not. I remembered one of those slogans that they'd tried (and evidently succeeded) to drum into me on one of my management training courses: 'accept what you can't change and change what you can't accept.' What a load of bullshit! I would wait for her because I had no choice. I would go along with her because it seemed like the best way to get anything positive out of the situation but I was not ready to supplicate. I did need her though and I was entranced. My veins were pumping with blood and my body was apparently a slave to her every whim, and I couldn't deny that that felt good on a physical level. Indeed I didn't want her gone, far from it, I wanted her back here with me but I was pretty sure that was just because I was attached. Either way, she had a certain power over me that didn't simply stem from her superior position in the company hierarchy.

When she eventually did breeze through the door again, she was as carefree as ever, in control of herself. I watched her eagerly, wondering what was coming next.

"Thank you for waiting," she smiled.

"It was my pleasure," I answered mechanically. I was sure that this was a power trip that she played with her subordinates at meetings, arriving late knowing that they had no choice but to wait.

"You're lying, it wasn't a pleasure and it wasn't intended to be one although I'm sure it did you some good to have some time to reflect."

I resented her continually lucid reading of my situation and my thoughts; she seemed to see right through me.

"I forgot my bag. That's why I needed to leave you momentarily. I'm back now though James," she smiled.

"Why did you need your bag?" I questioned.

"Good question. Well, because there's something in it that I'd like to show you."

"What?" I asked.

She waltzed up to me, smiling and I flinched as she slapped me across the cheek. I took the slap like a man though and anyway it was simply a reprimand not an attack.

"That's for not trusting me," she said before stroking my cheek tenderly and kissing my lips. My loins were still burning for her and I kissed her back. However much she agitated me, I wanted her. She started massaging my length again and she slipped her other hand down under her skirt. She continued like this, gently and slowly and I rapidly hardened up in her hand. Fixing my eyes, she withdrew her hand from her sex and brought 2 fingers up to my mouth. I invited them in hungrily and she suddenly started picking up the speed until I moaned and sucked down hard on her fingers.

Her taking a step back when I was on the edge again was no longer a surprise to me although the physical torment was ever greater. Leaving me there breathing heavily she reached down into her bag, and brought out what, in the half light, I decided was a dildo. Her reaching down and pushing it up inside of her helped convince me of this. She squatted down in front of me and gave the occasional little flicker of her tongue against my manhood as she fucked herself; this time to orgasm. As she moaned wantonly my cock spasmed as if imploring her down onto it. I moaned with her but while hers was a moan of pleasure mine was anguish.

She drew the hard plastic length out from inside of her and offered it up to me but then pulled it away as my mouth opened for it. I noticed that it was not one solid length but rather a series of balls, linked closely together and it seemed to have a small red LED at one end.

"I think you can be trusted now James," she sighed; her slightly flushed cheeks the only sign of any kind of loss of control.

"I'm going to undo your handcuffs so that you can be a little more comfortable but first I will release your legs," she stated simply, and did.

It felt good to be able to move them around again and know that my arms would be next, as my shoulders were starting to ache. She guided me back onto the slanted rooftop, removed my shorts and trousers and climbed into my lap, pushing her wet mound up against my length, rubbing up and down, grinding against me. After several torturous minutes she finally sat down and let me penetrate her wetness. She motioned up and down very slowly, not wanting to do enough to let me explode inside of her as I craved but enough to keep me on the brink, desperate. Then she arched her back and started playing with my asshole. After a short-lived, knee jerk, heterosexual male refute I went with it and it felt divine; I gave a moan of appreciation. She stopped moving but leaving me up inside of her simply teased my hole until I started to feel something more solid. It started vibrating and ripples of pleasure ran through my body. One by one she pushed the beads up inside of me, until the third; at which point she climbed off me, flicked a switch and the vibrations stopped.

"I'm thirsty James, I'm going to pop down for a quick drink. Do you need anything?"

"You," I pleaded, "I'll do whatever it is you ask of me Miss Godani, but please don't leave me again. Not like this. I need you," I admitted to her and to myself.

"I know you do baby and you are in good hands I promise. Now a nice drop of single malt will probably help put you back on track."

With that she walked back through the door and I was left alone again with my thoughts my only company, and only her in my thoughts. In defiance of my physical torment, I resolved, rather than fight, to trust her, curb to her will, submit to her. I wanted her, needed her, like I had never wanted anything before in my life.

My resolve was tested as I waited there, wondering when the door would next open. When it did I convinced myself that it would be her and no one else. I started daydreaming about her as I felt the warm summer breeze caress my moist sex. She was right, she was teaching me a lot tonight, letting me feel things, emotions that were ordinarily lacking from my "successful," well regulated existence. She had seized my body and was able to control it in a way that I had never previously experienced. I was at her mercy and accepted it. The realisation made me smile to myself. Yes, I felt extremely vulnerable and feared for what was coming next but if I let go, supplicated as she asked of me, perhaps I really would feel, as she had promised.

As all of these thoughts rushed through my head I felt the vibrations start again and shivered with pleasure in spite of the warm summer night. That first time it kept vibrating for around 30 blissful seconds. Over the next 15 minutes or so it would start and stop intermittently with varying levels of intensity, for varying lengths of time so that I never knew what to expect.

After a particularly prolonged burst, she walked back through the door and saw me there trembling, my cock drenched in my liquids.

"Please Miss Godani, I beg you, I need you!"

She smiled, slipped the remote back into her bag and opened her shirt. She carefully unfastened my hands, kissed my lips and knelt in front of me. It took barely two or three firm strokes before I exploded onto her chest, a wave of pleasure crashing through my whole body. I cried out loud in relief and ecstasy. While it was intense, it was all over relatively quickly but as goes the oft quoted line, 'the importance is the journey, not the destination."

When it was all over she simply released my hands, kissed me and said, "see you on the second." Then she turned and walked away leaving me disheveled. I cleaned up as best I could and left the building as quickly and quietly as possible.

New Year's day was spent predominantly in bed, with my most strenuous activity being to call up room service. I was nervous to go in for my first day and find myself face to face with my boss and delayed going in as long as possible but eventually arrived around nine. I called up for Miss Godani from the reception when I arrived and the man at the reception asked me to wait on the sofa and that she'd be down shortly.

I waited and eventually a pretty, blonde girl came down and introduced herself as Miss Godani, but immediately invited me to call her by her Christian name Kate.

"How was the party? I heard you left a little early, I hope it wasn't all too much after a long flight?" She added.

"Yes, I mean no, no, although I was tired yes," I struggled with my words as my brain was trying to fit the pieces of the puzzle together.

I hope your new work experience girl picked you up at the airport ok and took good care of you at the party at least." She inquired politely.

I stood there bemused, "Um, yes, ah, yes, ah yes thank you" I managed to get out. "Sarah, you mean?" I asked as my mind whirred and my body froze as I waited for her response.

"Yes, Sarah, a nice girl although a little strong willed sometimes I must admit. Very competent though, although you may have your hands full there I'm afraid," she joked.

"What's her surname?" I tried to ask as casually as possible.

"Well, that's another funny thing; she's my namesake, a second Miss Godani would you believe!"

The penny dropped like a lead balloon.

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