It seemed as though I was to be totally alone and at Jay Valentine’s mercy. I wanted this job, I needed it but that had disappeared from my conscious decision making. What I really wanted was Valentine. I looked up at him, his eyes smashing into me and felt as though I'd known him forever.

It was stupid but it was like we'd been through lifetimes together. He was hugely dominating, almost breathtaking in his power. Actually he scared the crap out of me and at the same time I knew if he took me on, he'd take great care of me.

I lifted my hand to touch his chest and immediately thought better of it. He would never allow me to touch him and I wanted to with starvation craving.

“Why me?”

Again I came close to asking, but stopped myself this time. Questions were not permitted. It crossed my thoughts to walk away. Get my things, wherever they might be, somehow find transport back to the airport and a plane back home. Except I had no home. No Job. No life. My boyfriend had probably already replaced me.

“You enjoyed the experience of removing your clothes for me and the power that gave you over a stranger. You discovered the construct created by clothes covering the vulnerability of our nakedness. Now decide whether you want that feeling to develop,” Jay said his eyes plundering into me, delving down to my core and sparking between my thighs.

A shiver of desire whispered down my legs. It was depraved on my part but I wanted Valentine like a wanderer in the Sahara wants water. Every cell sucked into itself with ferocious need. Having him inside me, filling me, sawing across my inner walls with that frisson of friction. I yearned for him.

Gathering all my courage, mixed with wanton abandon of feverish desire, I stepped into the room and waited while he closed the door and locked it. Trying desperately not to quiver as he approached and took my hands in his and failing when he tied them securely into rope stirrups around the wrists.

He hauled the contraption forward so I was bent over. Moving behind me, his breath whispered across my neck as he leaned down to pull up the long zipper up the back of the hobble skirt.

Slowly, one by one, the metal teeth opened to expose the backs of my knees, thighs, then grazed over the rounded hump of my ass crack. When it ended at my coccyx, the two leather wings splayed over the sides of my naked red-hot butt. Valentine's ragged breath grazed by skin as he stared down at the red welts across my cheeks, the cool air making them smart afresh.

With a heavy tremble as Valentine trailed his fingers along the length of my slit, I waited with shuddering breath as he bent and pulled one ankle into a shackle, then the other. I was thrust forward with arms and legs stretched wide, back arched so my naked pussy was spread, exposed to him.

The thrill of being on display quaked along my thighs and Valentine moved back slowly, without a word, to the front of the scaffold holding me captive. With agonizing indolence he slowly dragged a zipper across my nipple until it gaped wide enough that my breast fell free.

Then the other tumbled forth so that now my mounds hung from the leather truss of the dress, encircled by the rough brass teeth of the zip. Their heavy naked weight made my sex ache and juices flooded down my livid inner thighs.

I couldn't repress the yearning in my cavern for him to ram into me and stretch me wider, open me up to him. The biting urge along my clit to feel his fingertips raven across it was unrelenting. Instead he smoothed my hair, pulling it back as he wrapped a swathe of soft dark fabric around my eyes and plunged me into darkness.

Being locked in my personal world ignited each of my senses. My inner core became my sixth sense, delirious with hunger and on the biting edge of sensation. I felt everything with heated awareness. I waited, ravenous for his abrasive probe, but only the tingle of air curled over me. The manacles around my ankles dug deep into the tendons as I squirmed my thighs, to relieve the avid longing in my center. My sex pulsated in mimic climax as it reached out to be plundered.

The slap across my soaked vulva sounded like a whip cracking the air and I moaned as the pain shattered through me. Seconds later the agony kindled a flame of hunger in my pussy. I wanted more. I wanted his heavy palm spanking my stretched glistening clit.

“Very well, Ms Cannon. Your first day on the job may be the most vigorous of many to come.” I was ready and willing for many, many days in Valentine's dungeon if only he would hurry up and relieve my avid fascination for him.

“Let's hope it won't be your last,” he continued. “I shall leave you now to consider my proposition and we'll meet again tomorrow.”

What? Noooo. Every pore howled in resistance to being abandoned so abruptly. This was worse punishment than another spanking on my ravaged cheeks. The chafing need for release provoked a scream of anguish at the sound of his departure and the weight of the door falling back into its bolt.

I bucked at the restraints holding my limbs that only made them tug ferociously at my muscles. Almost no movement was possible under the tight bondage and I finally gave up, hot tears of real frustration pushing out beneath the silk blindfold.

The wailing and screeching of desire through my core went on for what seemed like eons. My breasts pulsated sensually from the holes made by the open zippers in the leather costume, asking to be licked and tweaked, but denied.

The cavern between my legs dripped juices of eager lust. It stretched wide open, begging to be destroyed, to no avail. My heart pumped hard to alleviate the agony coursing through my body as I stood alone with my hunger, waiting for my master's return.

I had no choice but to endure the extreme of my insatiable longing for hours. When the thwarting boiled over into fury, I screamed and begged to be let loose. I'd do whatever he wanted- anything.

But I knew it was useless. My rebellion only drew his impulse control out longer. He already knew I'd do his bidding and this bondage proved how under his spell I would remain for the entire time I worked at Valentine Winery.

Eventually- it could have been a week or an hour- I'd lost all sense of time trapped inside my solitary world of erotic darkness- the door clicked open and I almost sobbed with relief. My senses roved, alight with the aura of feeling and every step he took toward me was a caress to my bare skin. I already knew his woody aroma mixed with a hint of masculine musk cologne.

He ran his palm across my blazing cheek and into the crack, across the puckered hole, further down, reaching into my spread sex. With his forearm buried in my ass crack, I moved from holding my breath to panting hard as his pads reached into my lips and found my hard little nub.

Searing pleasure racked through my core. His touch made me shudder. When his fingers grazed along the length of my spread slit and massaged my dripping pussy with my own juices, my entire body racked against the shackles in tremors of lust. From neck to toe I was in a delectation of bliss as waves of flowing release pressed outward and upward.

My delight was distracted by the sudden appearance of a second entity in my sensory world. While expert fingers circled his around my eroticized nub, the other figure was at my head. Not possible. Unless there were two men in the room with shackled, blindfolded me between them. My heart pounded so hard inhalation was almost impossible. On the brink of release, a flood of affection washed through me. But who was it directed at? The handsome older Frenchie who was again easing my fever, or my enigmatic boss?

Again the aroma of Valentine- I'd never forget it. My pricked up ears heard a zipper lower and the scent of man filled my nostrils as the tip of his cock pulsed at my lips. I parted them and swirled my tongue around the head, just as his hand daggered into my hair, gathering it up to shove my head down, taking his entire shaft up to the hilt.

Valentine's cock was huge and delicious, thicker and more intrusive than Josh's. The musky taste made me want to lap him up but he allowed no savoring of his blade as he rammed it further back into my throat. I repressed the inside of my windpipe to stop from gagging and allowed him to slam the back of my mouth over and over, his hand forcing my head down to take him deeper.

With Frenchie enticing my labia, flicking across the triangle point, I moaned onto Valentine's hard blade and his thighs clenched down hard as he released a stream of hot nectar which I swallowed in one like a tequila slammer.