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When he began, his hands barely went half way up her
thigh. She was amazed at how much this focused her attention on
her sex. Each time his hands came a half inch closer, she was
terribly aware of the closer intrusion. She tried pulling her
knees together, but she was bound too well. She couldn’t help
herself. She tried several times, reveling in the contact and
the inability to protect herself from his attentions. When he
had closed to within inches of her sex, she found herself trying
to stretch down to meet his fingers as they rose higher. She was
doing it for the third time when she became aware of it.
When his fingers finally touched her sex, she found that
she was embarassingly wet, and very near orgasm, having been
touched only once.
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He began rubbing her stomach, his hand coming dangerously
close to her sex, but never actually doing more than brushing the
top of her pubic hair. Again she felt her hips begin to move.
She had expected that it would be easier to hide what he
was happening to her body because of what he was doing to her.
Her body was betraying her again. When his hands began to rub
the inside of her thighs, she began to moan again. He kept
approaching her sex, but not quite touching it.
He shifted position, she could feel the bed depress
beneath her. He was between her legs. She felt his hands
sliding up and down her thighs. He was rubbing, firmly but
gently, the inside of her thighs, beginning at the knees. His
hands massaged the muscles beginning just inside her knee,
progressing slowly up her thigh.
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His hands continued to tease her breasts. Each contact
came as a surprise because of the blindfold. The warmth in her
stomach kept moving lower. Two things were happening. Her mound
was crying out to be touched and, even without a touch, she could
feel an orgasm building.
She wanted to cause some friction on her sex. Her feet
were tied apart so well that this was impossible. Without a
thought on her part, her hips began to move. He seemed to know
how close she was. He would slow down or remove his hands
whenever her orgasm began to approach too quickly. She loved the
delicious tension of it.
He placed the flat of his hand on her stomach just below
the ribs. Spreading his hand out as far as he could he slowly
began to move down her abdomen. His hand had not even reached
her pubes when she began to come. She was fairly quiet, but she
knew it was obvious to him what had happened.
All contact ceased. She spent a moment waiting for him
to begin again. The cold drop of water fell on the edge of her
slit. For the next few seconds all of her senses were
concentrated on her sex. The second and third drops accentuated
it.
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His eyes fell upon me immediately. A few picoseconds later, he saw
the collar around my neck in all its splendor. “My life is over,” I
thought. I still hadn’t thought of a plausible explanation for this. Mr.
Johnson started to walk slowly and deliberately over to me, his eyes
fixed on the collar. Fifteen agonizing seconds later, he was standing next
to me. I thought the guy sitting next to me was going to have a siezure
stifling all his giggles. I continued to work, acting as though there were
nothing the least bit unusual about my predicament.
Finally, he spoke.
“What. The. HELL! Is. That??!” he said.
I don’t know how I thought of what I said. In fact, I’m pretty sure
I didn’t know what I was going to say until just as I was saying it. I’m
even more amazed that Johnson actually bought it and didn’t fire me on
the spot.
I turned to face him calmly, with total nonchalance, exuding
complete confidence in what I was about to say, even though I didn’t know
what it was yet. I didn’t even miss a beat.
“Grounding strap,” I said, and returned to work.
The guy next to me fell off his chair and nearly died laughing.
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As it happened, three of my co-workers visited for what-not. All of
them immediately noticed the collar (it would be pretty hard not to), and
asked if it was my girlfriend’s idea. I said yes. They asked what I would
say if my supervisor saw it. I said I hadn’t the faintest idea.
One of the aforementioned colleagues took the bench next to me, and
after a few remarks (and a question as to where he could get a collar like
the one I had), settled down to work in silence.
After some time, I checked my watch. 16:40. “Gee, I just might
make it through this after all,” I thought. I was even beginning to get
a handle on the problem with the board on which I was working. Murphy
must have been standing right behind me reading my thoughts, for not more
than two minutes later one of my bosses entered the room. And not just any
boss. Noooooooo. This was Mr. Narrowminded himself. This was the guy who
took Lifespring *and* became a born-again fundamentalist. How he came to
have the power of hire-and-fire over us is one of the Great Mysteries of
The Universe. We avoided this guy at all costs.