Wednesdays are very much my “dress like a normal person” day now that I’m back at Pilates, so nothing fun to report here. But when I got home I did check my photos again and activity seems to have died down a little. I’m actually starting to miss the buzz of it. I guess I could upload some more! (Guess what: I’m not going to do that.)
I had my catch-up lunch with Jo (in the role of mentor!) today. I didn’t really have much to say from the last talk, but said I was reading a lot more about corporate tax law and would keep an eye out for opportunities. Jo said again that she wasn’t convinced about this direction within the company, but she’d help me with whatever I did.
Then we got onto gossiping as I asked her about her relationship. It still seemed to be going okay (but slowly) and they saw each other a couple of times a week, and sometimes he even stayed over! But she said she liked her independence, especially now she was in her forties, and couldn’t really imagine having to live with someone else just yet.
I always end these sessions somewhat besotted with Jo: she’s so smart, so confident, and still so damn sexy, regardless of her age! And I’m also jealous that her life is so well sorted while I don’t even have a good prospect on the horizon.
I actually had real work to do at Mel’s today: her tax return! It meant the session lasted longer than usual and she said she owed me a favour. Plus, it took longer than it should because she wrapped the soft rope around my ankles and my knees again, and then my wrists, so rifling through papers and typing was something of a slow task. It was a real turn-on to have the restriction, and the helplessness, though.
As it was later when I finished she made me dinner too, which was something of an experience in itself: first I had to try and shuffle from her work room to the kitchen stool with my feet still tied together. Mel held onto me to stop me falling over but it took a while, and by the time I got there I was feeling like I wanted sex, not food. And then she left my wrists tied while we ate, so I could hold a fork, or a knife, but not both at the same time (and do anything with them). Luckily nothing needed cutting up, but it was just so sexy to sit there naked and bound and eating.
We chatted for a bit more afterwards too, while I was still tied up on the stool. The downside is that with my thighs clamped together I know that nothing is going to happen.
And so it proved, because it was after nine that Mel said I had better get home, untied my wrists and let me did the rest, and I wasn’t even blessed with a sideways look as I put my boots and coat on, picked up my bag and left.
Still: she said she owed me a favour. That must mean something.
Morning coffee with Alison and Russ was… something else.
I headed over there at 11am on the dot, knocked on the door, and Russ opened it… completely naked. I’ve hardly seen any men in the nude, and none since Kieran, and it was a bit of a shock. But even though I know he’s with Alison, and I should know better than anyone that naked doesn’t mean sex, I swear that if he’d had a hard-on I’d have turned around and come straight home.
But he didn’t, which then made me wonder if the thought of opening the door to me in the nude was such a turn-off that he had gone completely limp. Or possibly it was nerves.
I did my best to pretend nothing was up, though, and just said “hello” and followed him up the stairs into the rest of their apartment. It was funny, but I’ve never seen a man’s bum from that angle before, and I wasn’t expecting quite so much fluff.
Alison was in a tight skirt, calf boots and a white blouse, and since I was wearing trousers and a top (and underwear again!) it made me really conscious of the naked man in the corner of the room. I resisted saying anything to Alison and he went and made coffee and I sat on the sofa with my neighbour and chatted about Christmas, New Year and work. For some reason I didn’t mind confessing to her about getting down to my rather sexy underwear for the New Year’s party, although I managed to stop myself telling her about my adventures at Mel’s.
Russ came back with a tray and two coffees and slices of Victoria sponge cake, which Alison said she’d made this morning. Russ actually sat down this time, in an armchair just across the room, and I couldn’t help smile at the fact that we had a naked waiter for just the two of us. I had no fantasies of anything else happening: it was just that he was there and at our beck and call.
I was kind of waiting for Alison to say something about him, because this seemed like a big step, to suddenly open the door in the nude, but she never did. And Russ obviously never did. So, of course, I didn’t either.
Russ poured us some more coffee, and I know Alison saw my glance at his crotch as he did so because there was the definitely stirrings of an erection there. And then when he went and sat down he started to turn red in the face and his cock slid slowly up his leg before lurching into the air, one pulse at a time. It made it really hard to keep talking.
Soon he was as stiff as a board and I was getting a bit nervous that Alison had something in mind, then she said suddenly that she was probably keeping me from my afternoon, and then had to be out by three o’clock, so Russ would show me to the door.
This time he followed me down the stairs, cock waving as he walked, and I couldn’t help but say “Let’s do this again sometime” before he closed the door, and there was a definitely twitch down-below. So maybe I wasn’t such a turn-off for him after all.
It was a very odd morning altogether and it kept me distracted for the whole afternoon while I tried to read a book. I guess since the book was on corporate tax law, it’s something easy to be distracted from. And something tells me that Alison will be inviting me over again sometime.
The release of sexual tension did nothing whatsoever for my running this morning: I was neither much slower (although a bit slower) and certainly no faster than usual. Mel was there and she said I looked well, and wasn’t it a weight off my mind that I’d finally taken a step forward? I said the weight off my mind was something else, but I suppose uploading my photos wasn’t actually that big of a deal, now that I’ve done it.
And then she said “they seem popular too” and I hadn’t thought to check back, so I did as soon as I got home… They had a lot of views, and a few comments (which were all rather complimentary!) and somebody even asked who the “model” was (lol!). The slightly tricky thing is that they’ve linked up the pictures of me there with the ones from the holiday, and the naked bike ride. And someone has even said Ha looks extremely hot (which she does) and asked if there are any more photos of her. I very much doubt I could get her to upload any more, and now I’m wondering if I’m mad if I have.
I popped out to the shops this afternoon and on the way back bumped into Alison from across the road. She said if I wasn’t doing anything tomorrow morning I should come over for a morning coffee and cake and a chat. Which I guess means more of making her husband wait on us, which I don’t really object to!
I felt like a new woman today! Although I forgot to ask Mel if last night was a one-time reprieve or if I can do what I like from now on. Perhaps if I don’t ask it’ll just mean I can do what I like!
It was a very dreary January day today, too, so I wasn’t feeling at all frisky. I even wore trousers and a blouse and underwear, like a normal person. Well, I guess I look like a normal person, from the outside, when I’ve got my clothes on…
I caved. I did it. I uploaded the photos. There were six in all (three from each of the past two sessions). When they were done I messaged Mel and had the most intense and possibly quickest self-induced orgasm I’ve ever had.
Mel replied to say “Well done” which made me feel good, and then “You’ve taken an important step, but there’s a long way to go yet,” which kind of deflated me again.
I haven’t seen anyone comment on the pictures yet, but there are a few dozen views showing. Also, I can’t delete them! I thought that might be a loophole, since Mel hadn’t said anything about that, but maybe she knew already. It’s kind of weird to see a picture of yourself tied up and naked on the Internet, and to wonder who might be looking at it… I can only imagine how much masturbation might have gone on so far. I’m not sure if I like that idea or dislike it. I think as long as I don’t have to meet any of the men who get off on my photos I’ll probably be okay.