I wrote this some time back, around 2010, so it's not my finishes piece of writing but I hope it's fun to read. Late in 2009 a young lady and I had a falling out in circumstances like those described here. Her eye wandered while she was studying, miles away from me and things were never the same afterwards. I am by no means a vengeful person, but I decided that if I pretended to be for a while, I could come up with a good story. I hope you like it. As ever, feedback, suggestions and comments are welcome. E&OE (Meaning there are probably some horrible mistakes in here, so watch out for my spelling!)

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The car drew up to a rather tatty looking industrial estate and Maria's stomach began to churn as she realised 'the event' was about to happen and she still didn't know what it would involve. On the car journey there the twenty-seven year old brunette had tried to ignore her nervousness at whatever was going to happen and concentrated on the journey, but the sudden silence from the engine and cool breeze as her door opened focused her mind on the uncertain future. Her uncertain future, that grew nearer as she approached the door of the industrial unit. The little she did know was not reassuring: gunge had been mentioned as had a promise of being restrained, while naked, and used as his plaything in a way that required them to come here, to a shabby industrial estate by the river.

The excitement of moving away from home and being a post-graduate student in the once Second City of the Empire with its elegant, Victorian houses and five-hundred year old university had clouded her judgement. The late night parties with young men from around the world had awakened her desire and caused her to being looking around for something, and indeed someone, different, new and perhaps a little more romantic. In themselves these thoughts did not present much of a problem: that grew out of her expressing these thoughts on evening in an emotional telephone conversation to her boyfriend. After this particular revelation the conversation became rather more emotional that either of those engaged in it had originally intended.

As the months passed and her MSc ended a reconciliation was achieved and, as a result, Maria was no longer in Kelvinside enjoying a student's social life and looking for a new man but found herself thinking of the instructions she had been given earlier in the day. She had showered and applied her makeup before packing a change of clothes and various toys in her small bag: a ball-gag, handcuffs, blindfold, cable-ties and lubricant. Items she hadn't really used before, at least not together. Items she had not even possessed earlier in the week, having been told to buy them for herself or, no: to be used on herself, she corrected as she stepped into the building.

As Maria followed her boyfriend inside, the lights came on but that didn't enlighten her to what was about to happen as she found herself in an almost empty yet rather manky office, with a few chairs and other bits of furniture around the walls, and the internal windows covered in sheets. Her boyfriend moved around her to close the door; as it clicked shut Maria could feel his manner change and knew it was beginning. A single finger was raised to his lips, to indicate there should be no more talking.

He stood in front of her, placed his hands on her hips and used a gentle force to maneuver her, back towards the desk, while looking her in the eyes. As her bum came into contact with the wooden desk top he began, forcefully, to kiss her, causing her back to arch backwards as he pushed up against her body. She wondered if he was just going to fuck her in this dingy office, maybe handcuff her to the desk as a naughty secretary, but she didn't think it was going to be that simple. Neither of them were dressed right for a start and the office, well they had a better desk at home! She felt him take his hands from her hips, pull her handbag from her shoulder to the desk beside them, then lift up her T-Shirt, exposing her stomach and shoulders, forcing her arms up with the material, stopping kissing her only as the shirt came between their lips. As she closed her eyes to concentrate on lips pressed against hers, Maria wondered if it might at least start with being fucked on the desk? He had hardly touched her since she returned from Glasgow so she hoped this would cement their reconciliation. She heard her bag move beside her and opened her eyes just in time to see him draw back and the blindfold approach her eyes. In her now enforced darkness, the kissing continued and his hands moved around to her back and began to loosen her bra catch.

As Maria moved her arms to take her bra off she felt him move away followed by more rustling in her bag. Handcuffs? Lube? But nothing came and his breathing seemed a step or two away. Was he looking at her? There was no sound of undressing or even rubbing, just breathing. Now she wasn't being touched Maria began to feel the darkness and absence of energy in this long dead office. As heat radiated from her body she could feel this dingy place begin to draw some of the life out of her and her arms moved, instinctively, to cover her bare skin and her memory, equally from instinct, moved to cover up her fear of the future with happier imaginings.

She heard him step away, out of the room, into a part of the building as yet unseen by her and as the seconds crept along she wondered what he was doing? Preparing a bed? Or that inflatable thing with straps she had seen on the internet? She felt tingles around her womanly parts as she thought of times he had tied her hands and licked and kissed and fondled her down there. His head lodged between her thighs as she lay back, helpless yet always in control, subtly dominating him and ensuring he did as she liked. Maria began to rock on the desk, her legs swinging beneath her as she dreamed of the rhythmic motion being applied to her nether region, of his fingers being pushed inside her as a tongue rubbed over.... She hoped today would go something like this, with his playing with her turning into her enjoying him: after all she hadn't done anything so terrible? He was still lucky to have her.

A hand on her knee stopped her reverie and the swinging of her legs. Maria wanted to speak, but stopped herself after thinking it would give her a better chance to turn things her way if she played along for now. She felt him position himself between her legs: her arms were unwrapped from around her torso and her hands were placed on his buttocks he kissed her on the lips. She felt his tongue push between her lips and run around the inside of her mouth and over her gums as his head tilted and fingers pushed into the waistband of her jeans. She had him: she smiled beneath his kisses and squeezed his buttocks to try and encourage him. Fingers moved around her waistband, causing her to twitch with excitement: it was coming! And so soon would she be!

Maria felt the button pop on her jeans and she leaned back a little to grant access to her zip, curving her spine so she would not loose contact with his lips. His head followed the movement of hers and he did not break contact until he began tugging at her jeans, edging them down, over her bum, carrying her thin cotton knickers in his grasp, over the edge of the desk, down towards her knees. Her bum felt cold on the veneered chipboard desk and the edge dug slightly into her thigh: the thought of the dirt on her skin and the muck rubbed into her jeans troubled her but not enough to distract her from the task in hand. Of seducing him, bringing him back under her spell and putting her past behaviour behind them, behind him anyway.

Maria thought of how she looked, she could not entirely remember the room, having only seen it for a moment, but she had a picture in her mind's eye of a nearly naked girl, with jeans around her knees and a blindfold over her eyes, all her intimate places on display. Dignity was lost, but it seemed to her that he was won, though she needed to be sure. Really sure. And she wanted him to kiss her 'there.' That would be heaven and she tingled at the though, he'd not done it to her in such a long time. Not since before she went away. So she pushed her shoes off, one foot pushing the trainer off the other and onto the floor, the the other, tempting him to pull her last clothes off and make her utterly naked. Then she may get what she wanted.

Maria felt her socks being pulled off, first left then right, and could feel his hands rubbing the soles of her feet, slightly tickling her and wiggling her toes. The touch was gentle, loving, as it used to be before she went to university. She started to laugh as the tickles became more intense but she wanted him to stop this and get on with it. She wriggled her legs to remove her feet from his grasp and hopefully show off her other parts. As the jeans began to fall off one leg she felt his hands again, pulling the clothes off her, then the sound of them landing somewhere off to her side.

Movement in front of her. Hands on her buttocks edging her forward, arms under her legs lifiting slightly, aiding the movement. Her bum was nearly on the edge of the desk, she knew what was coming next, just ask she had wanted. His arms were looped under her knees and her buttocks were cupped in his hands. Gentle kisses started on her right knee and began travelling up her thigh. There was a pause, then the underside of her knee was licked and the side of her knee cap kissed again. She remembered he knew these delicate folds were sensitive and enjoyed teasing her. Now the licking and kisses started on the left thigh moving up and back and up again, close but never quite on her vagina. Moving from left to right severally, before a kiss was planted firmly on the spot, at the top of her lips. There. Yes. Success! He was again hers and she had earned the right to enjoy him. He used to like her caressing his head as he did this, should she do it now? Maria decided against it reasoning, HE is enjoying doing things to ME and if he's happy, don't give him time or reason to think of what happened in the past.

The lips on her lips withdrew. His arms moved and lay atop her thighs, hands moved around her back to caress the top of her buttocks. She decided to place her hands on his upper arms and gentle caress him, just so he'd feel her as far around him as was possible. She felt his body between her knees. He waited and this wasn't what she wanted. Not fast enough. Not attentive, not proof he belonged to her. Honestly, just what did he want? But then... A tickle. A very faint movement of a finger tip, just above her bum, atop the sensitive crease. She smiled. He must have been watching for it: he hadn't stopped, he was just teasing her again, waiting for her reaction.

Hair brushed against her thighs and Maria felt first a chin press itself against her, then lips followed by a nose, rubbing gently into the hairs down there. Rustling. Vibrating, a little hum, him teasing again. Where was his tongue? The tickling of her behind carried on, the humming at her front: the movement of his fingers made her think he was playing her, like a musical instrument. She began to imagine herself singing out to his touch, like some bizarre brass instrument, but made of woman.

The thought was interrupted by the his tongue beginning to to penetrate her and rubbing the sensitive little nodule Maria wanted rubbing. Mmmmmm. She thought the sound before she even uttered it. The rubbing was alternating between kisses and licks, she felt his lips pout and his head turn from side to side followed by a few full length licks and then returning to her sensitive little mound. The arm on her right thigh lifted free of its resting place and a hand slowly pushed her knee to one side, Oh good.The licking stopped for an instant as she felt his hand push forward and two fingers parted the lips they came into contact with. His tongue began licking again, brilliant! She noticed her breathing speed up and could feel her heart beating, She could feel the tingles gathering, building, taking her away from these grim surroundings. Mmmmmm a sound to test his rule on no talking, it's a shame she couldn't see him doing this, couldn't watch. Ooooh Figers entered her and the licking continued. Gently, slowly, pressure increased upon her sensitive interior. His arm was no longer there for her right hand to grasp so she laid her hand on the side of his head. Caressing his ear as he caressed her external internals.

Muffled noises, half vocalised sounds filtered through skin came from her nether regions. Good, he was enjoying this too, her touch.... She felt herself moving in time to him, her breathing getting deeper as he carried on down there. The darkness gave her no escape from the sensations, the desires, nothing to look at, nowhere to turn. An unrelenting focus on there. On what he was doing. Wanting to hold him, only drawback to this is. Not being able to hold him... Properly... While he did it.... Ohhhhh. Squeeze. Wrap legs around him, touch, hold. Now needing to hold him more. Still breathing too heavily to speak clearly. Lift him up. He's rising, coming up to her. Both arms pulling him in. Cuddle. Can't see his mouth to kiss it, but his lips met hers anyway. That taste... but to hold him, bare chested to her naked form. Bliss. Tingles. Possession. He's mine.

Minutes passed like that, the high was ending and she began to feel the world around her coming back into focus. The blindfold limited this somewhat, but she at least became aware of the desk digging into the backs of her thighs, and the dirt. Then she began to feel grubby, having an orgasm in such a manky little place, how much of the dust and general filth was on her now? All over her bum and hands and legs and other places. The cuddle was released. She felt a hand on her arm. He was pulling her onto her feet, onto that manky floor! And it was rough, bristly old nylon carpet with who knows what in the pile. A firm grip took hold of her right hand. As she thought things had been going well so far. A whisper in her ear step off with your left foot and I'll help you with the turns; she'd just make sure she had a good shower when all this was over. Stepping now, gingerly walking in an unfamiliar room, deprived of light. Stop, turn left and step forward again. Brrr cold concrete underfoot! She knew she would be walking funny now, almost on her tip toes, like she was wearing invisible heels. She hoped he wouldn't stand on her toes!

Awkwardly stepping across the hard and cold floor a horrible though came to her, were they still inside even? It didn't sound like outside, there was a faint echo as he stepped along the floor and reassured Maria decided they must be inside. At least she hadn't seen any windows in the building. He walked her across the room, perhaps up a little incline and stopped.The whisper came Give me your hands, behind you back. Cold metal on first the left wrist, then the second. He'd decided to use the handcuffs, was the gag next? His girp, firm, on her right arm and a whisper. I'm going to spin you round and then sit you down. It's a high seat so your feet will not touch the floor. She turned on the spot under his guidance, then felt him pull her towards him. A kiss, a fondled bottom, a his bare chest up against hers. Then he pushed her back, lifting her gently onto the seat as he did so.

Maria remained naked, her hands were a little uncomfortable and she could feel a narrow, hard, plastic seat against her buttocks and from where she sat, just as he said, her legs couldn't quite touch the floor. She still felt like she was glowing from that last orgasm and wondered if he could see it? There was movement. She felt the herself roll forwards, heard castors on the floor beneath her and decided it must be an office chair. Why was he moving her? Couldn't he have put the chair in the right place earlier, before he sat her down? The movement stopped after what could only have been a few feet. Hands from behind landed gently on her shoulders and made her lean back, her head resting on his chest, his hands moved down onto her breasts and his torso moved. Lips met hers and kissed. An upside down kiss! Chin to nose, he always liked doing that. But where was the bed, had he made one up and if so, why weren't they on it? As he massaged her tongue with his own he tweaked her nipples a little causing her to jump in situ, then hands ran towards her vagina, pausing to caress her stomach on the way. Her impatience flared, more fingering? Didn't he want to fuck her properly? Still the kissing was nice and she was adjusting to the cool environment.

The blindfold bothered her. She had no idea what her surroundings looked like. Was the light on? How much had he taken off now? His shirt was still off but had she felt a belt buckle? Her current position with him bent over her meant she wasn't in contact with his waist and the handcuffs prevented her from reaching out to touch. Maybe he'd like a blowjob? Would that be next? Not being able to see had it drawbacks, but at least it let her concentrate on the kissing and fondling. Fingers rubbed her still sensitive female parts, she could here the wet noise he made as he made gentle circles in her flesh. Penetration, something, for a few seconds, probably his fingers again, then again, entered her, then left. She could feel the tension building inside her, knew she had not come down from the last time, only minutes before. Tingles started in her teeth as more fingers entered her, they felt huge, maybe a whole hand, as his other fingers spun on her wet clitoris. Nearly ready, just a little more. She broke from his lips to gasp and breathe deeply. Tried hands. Cold metal around her wrists. Disappointment: she couldn't hold him this time. No! Oh Oh Oh! No time... to worry... Ahhh!

Where had he gone? Just as she came his hands had disappeared. He was not beside her. Not even a kiss or a cuddle. Just an orgasm. She moved her head in vain, searching though she could not see. To speak? Call out to him when it was forbidden? She felt undone. An orgasm without a proper cuddle just didn't feel right. Sound. Where was he? Feet dangling, arms restrained. Eyes covered. Should she get off to look for... No. To blunder about after him in her darkness? What was that strange smell?


Wha?


Falling?


Wet. Thick. Going under. Bubbles. Muffled noises. Weight on her. Kicking her legs, can't move arms. Blind. AIR! WHAT IS HAPPENING?

A hand on her back. Under her arms, lifting. Had she come out? Breathing. AIR! That gritty taste. Still breathing. Feeling less heavy now. Coughing.. Spitting this stuff out of her mouth, unable to wipe her mouth and eyes. Her hair! Bloody handcuffs! Not using those again. What was that, had she fallen in something? How? Had she move too much when looking? A hand at the back of her head. He was undoing the blind fold. It was over, she'd be able to see and find out what happened. Then tell him off for leaving her without a cuddle, to fall into this.

She was almost standing herself now, not quite steady. Not straight yet. Her neck and head sticking out. The material fell away from her eyes. Vision blurred, the lights bright, but this wasn't water, but brown and muddy and thick. What?

His hand, no longer busy with the blindfold returned to her head. The other still supporting her underarm. His half naked form, beside her from outside this, this what? Tank of mud? His touch was gentle, loving, but what had happened, had he done this, part of the game? His voice Things aren't quite normal for us yet, not forgiven, not yours, pet Pressure. He flipped her sideways and her head went back under the mud. Whaaaaaaa. Struggle, bubbles and no air again! Being pulled back up! Yes. The mud released its grasp of her. What was he doing? Why was he doing it? Revenge passed through her mind as she blew mud out of her nose and spat. Breathing, less heavily now. Just now she was certain he was hers, orgasming, on top of the world, but now?

What's.... Under again she went. Held under longer this time. Less struggling. Less fear. He would pull her back up. He wanted her covered. Covered in thick, heavy mud. Isn't it long enough yet? Air, no air, started to move in his grip but no, no release, still under. AIR! Then he brought her back up. Did he like the struggles? This mud was thick, she could feel it slowly glooping off her, sticking to her. This was worse that the blindfold. Her breathing settled. She felt him move and pull her towards the edge. Pulled her up to standing straight. Cold hit her surfaced breasts as the mud began to fall from them.

beside her, mud being disturbed. A pause, then weight on her head. More mud running down her head. And face and over her already filthy body. Filth? And before she'd worried of the much from the table and here she was wearing half a field. No doubt looking like a black blob. Eyes tight shut. Mud being poured over her. Still confused, why had he done this?

His hand on the back of her head. Open your mouth. she heard from him. And keep it open. She hesitated. I'll not feed you mud. Still hesitating. Ok then pet. Her hair was pulled, she went backwards into the mud. Owwww. Vulnrable, Head going under. Pffffffft Bubbles. Held down again, a hand on her vagina, ticking this still sensitive spot. Another orgasm? But she needed air. Oh let her float and be fucked! Lifted again. AIR! Gently returned to her feet. Brought back to the edge. His hand dipped below the mud to caress her bound hands and bottom before she heard Now, are you ready to open your mouth? She felt his hand moving back, up her back to her hair. She opened her mouth only to feel his erect penis moving inside it. Maria was filthy, still shaking from her experience, tingling from her orgasms and, without any idea what would happen next, slightly fearful for the future. But she knew what she had to do: suck, lick and kiss his willie to its orgasm. Then, she would be his!