By Suitandbondagelover

Following a departure for a well-deserved retirement, the management informed me of the arrival of a new colleague after the weekend.

It was therefore with surprise and excitement that my boss introduced me to Paul on Monday morning.

Approx 1.95m tall , hair cut very short and from the most beautiful red as I like.

So here I am sitting at my computer with this man in front of me, probably the same age as me.

The rule in society regarding dress code is very strict. Suit, tie and shoes are required. It is also required a clean and fresh shirt every day. As the company sticks to its image, it demands a different suit every day. This is part of the employment contract. The company sets aside a monthly budget for its account managers to purchase new suits, shirts or other shoes.

Shirts and ties are collected on weekends and cleaned at the expense of the company.

So every day I have the pleasure of having this handsome, elegant man in front of me. The boss had assigned me to train Paul in the practices of the company. So I have the chance to approach him several times a day to look at the files for which he is in charge.

His attitude is very strict, I suspect he was a military Marine before. It doesn’t displease me. I find it hard to hide my erections when we are close and I think Paul notices. There was no doubt about his smile and his deep gaze.

On the Thursday of his first week Paul suggested that I come and have dinner with him on Friday evening so that I could give him further instructions on the functioning of the company.

I suggest we take my car, he said, you leave yours here. This will allow us to drink a good glass of wine and you will take a taxi home to avoid a police check.

As I have nothing planned this Friday evening, I accept his invitation.

We’ll be leaving the office, he told me, I live alone in a lodge a little outside of town. About half an hour away drive.

Thursday night I’m already very excited about this evening with my new colleague.

I decide to check my body. I notice some untimely hairs on my balls, my penis, my chest. I undertake a methodical hair removal and check that I am without blame.

Friday morning I wake up earlier than normal, excited by the promise of a day’s work with a most attractive person, but especially by the idea of spending the evening in his company.

After a shower I shave and comes the first dilemma of the day. What outfit to adopt. Starting with the underwear. Usually I wear white boxer short, but this morning I wanted to put on a jockstrap that highlights my penis and leaves my ass clearly visible. Then comes the choice of costume. What to choose, a very strict dark suit something more conspicuous? I hesitate, the gray English suit with pin stripe, the Italian suit or a German?

I finally decided on a royal blue German two-piece suit, a lined shirt, a green tie and a matching pocket square. My soxks are the same green as my tie and my brown shoes are perfectly waxed.

I look at myself in the standing mirror and feel an erection growing inside me. The day is going to be long.

Paul is already at the office when I arrive. He is dressed in a three-piece gray pin stripe suit. I was inspired to make another choice. He wears a white shirt, red tie with a gray pocket square and black English shoes.

As for a week we have been shaking hands to say hello, but I have the impression today that it is prolonged.

It is 6 pm when we decide to leave the office. Paul shows himself to be a careful driver behind the wheel of his German car. We talk about everything and nothing. Paul tells me that he has always been single and that married life is not for him.

The traffic is dense and we arrive at Paul’s place around 7pm. It is still daylight in May, so I can admire the cottage. In fact it is a sumptuous villa on top of a hill. The garden is huge and you can see the first houses in the distance about 250 m.

Paul ushers me in and I discover a modern interior of very good taste and super maintained.

Paul doesn’t change his outfit, keeping his jacket and tie perfectly in place. I adopt the same dress code since I haven’t been asked to make myself comfortable.

Let’s sit down at the dining room table and get some work done, he told me. We can eat a little later. Can I get you something to drink? I have a bottle of good Italian wine if you like it.

I told him that it hugged with pleasure. We start to work and Paul asks me questions about our job. The questions are so simple that I begin to wonder the real reason for being here.

After half an hour Paul serves us a delicious Italian meal always accompanied.

When the meal is over Paul offers to sit down on the large leather sofa to finish off the bottle of wine. Paul sits very close to me despite the space available. Feeling the closeness of this smartly dressed handsome man turns me on and I feel an erection grow. It becomes difficult to hide it and I don’t know how to react.

Paul begs me to excuse him for a moment. When he returns he has a second bottle of wine. I notice things in the pockets of his pants but I can’t tell what it is.

Paul comes even closer to me and suddenly he kisses me and his tongue meets mine. It lasts I don’t know how long, but it’s wonderful.

Confirming Paul’s military past for me, he takes both my arms and places them behind my back with force. With one hand he manages to hold my wrists behind my back, with the other he goes into his pocket and pulls out a pair of handcuffs which he quickly places around my wrists. The action is so sudden that I have no time to react and here I am handcuffed with my hands behind my back.

Paul gives me a longer kiss again. He whispers in my ear, “I understood from day one at the office that you liked being dominated by a man in a suit and tie. ”

He puts his hand in his pocket again and pulls out a pair of OTC socks. He forces me to accept the first one in my mouth and with the second he secures so I can’t spit out the sock.

I am now in full erection and I feel my penis getting wet.

From now on you are mine for the night he told me. You will only speak if I ask you questions. You will address me and call me Sir, or Master. Understood?

I try to answer Yes Sir but it’s just mmmmmm coming out of my gagged mouth.

Now stand up, he orders me. His voice has changed and I quickly realize that I have only a choice to follow his orders.

He takes me by the tie and makes me follow him. He takes me to a room whose purpose is very clearly a place of sexual pleasure. Three walls and the ceiling are covered with mirrors. On the fourth wall are hung various leather, neoprene or spandex hoods, gags of all shapes, handcuffs, ankle restrain, tits clamps, ropes of all lengths and all the necessary equipment for real domination sessions.

There is a closet which includes various leather outfits, military combat and parade uniforms, harnesses. We can guess that Paul sorry Sir likes to dress in different ways when he is in his dungeon.

In one corner there is a St Andrews cross, in another a table to tie up prisoner Sir makes me sit on this chair and I see my reflection in the mirrors. I get more and more hard but I can’t do anything to relieve myself.

Sir takes ropes and begins to tie me very firmly to the chair. I am now completely immobilized.

Sir begins by caressing my tits for what seems like hours, I am very sensitive and I appreciate his caresses or when He twist them. Sir’s hands explores the rest of my body, my face, my chest, my hair.

Sir removes the gag from my mouth. Do you like it boy He ask me?

To my surprise I whisper Yes Sir, Thank you Sir.

He slaps me hard and tells me to speak out loud what I’m rushing to do.

Mister places an O-ring gag, a locking leather collar around my neck with a chain leash and a leather blindfold over my eyes. He unties the ropes that tie me to the chair.

Sir leads me to the table that I guess once I lie on my back. He ties my ankles to the corners of the table, takes off the handcuffs and ties my wrists to the other corners of the table. I am now immobilized spread eagle.

Sir starts to stroke me again first with His bare hands, but after a long moment of pleasure I feel that he has put on leather gloves. The pleasure is very strong.

Sir undid the buttons of my pants and lowered as low as possible. Then begins the caresses on my erect penis. First with the jockstrap in place. I am on the verge of explosion. Sir takes a pair of scissors and cuts my jocktrap my released cock is stretched to attention.

Mister’s gloved hand gently masturbates, I’m on the verge of explosion. Sir stops masturbating me just before I will cum. He places my cock in an ice cube bag and it makes me soft. Sir takes my cock in his mouth and sucks it greedily. It is certain that Sir is a specialist. When I’m close to come again, Sir withdraws and places the bag of ice cubes again. I would like to beg Sir to let me come but the gag prevents me from being able to tell him.

Sir removes the blindfold from my eyes, I can now see Sir still impeccably dressed standing between my open legs. I can also see myself in the ceiling mirror, immobilized on the table, the gag in the mouth, the collar around my neck. I feel a new erection coming.

Sir chose a special glove so each finger has a different texture. He takes a bottle of lube and starts with each finger and then my ass. And here we go again, Sir introduced each finger in turn into my anus. The first few moments are a bit difficult but quickly my ass opens and Sir enters his fingers deeply. With the other hand Sir masturbates me gently at first and then the rhythm picks up. The fingers in my anus, the hand that masturbates me and my sight in the mirror drives me crazy with pleasure. This time Mister doesn’t stop and I ejaculate like I never had before. I got cum on my shirt, my tie and all over my face. Sir shows me his hand and orders me to clean it with my tongue, he uses his hand to rub the semen off my face and I have to use my tongue again to clean it.

How long I have been in Mister’s captive I have no idea, but it sure has been a long and intense moment. I think the evening is going to end here but I am wrong.

My cock is now soft and well drained. Sir then goes to the cabinet opens a drawer and returns with a chastity cage. The model is made of silicone and is locked by a mobile phone app. In no time at all, Sir places the chastity cage on me and locks the system with his smartphone.

Sir unties me from the table and, holding me by the leash, orders me to rectify my outfit. Once my pants are up, the knot of my tie properly tied my closed jacket Sir told me to stand to attention. He takes ropes again and ties my hands and arms behind my back and wraps around my chest with several levels of rope. Standing in front of the mirror I see myself again at the mercy of a very elegantly dressed gentleman. I would like to be hard again but I am prevented by my penis in chastity.

Sir brings me to my knees and I guess what awaits me. Sir unbuttoned himself and made emerge a sex of extreme beauty and proportions greater than any I have known.

He introduced his cock into my mouth blocked open by the gag. He slowly begins to fuck my mouth and with each movement he introduces his cock deeper and deeper into my mouth. I feel his penis getting harder and harder. The rhythm of Mister’s breathing quickens as the penetration grows faster. And then Mister’s body tightens and I feel his cum spurting out in my mouth and I have to swallow the cum that keeps coming out of Mister’s cock. But receiving Mister’s sperm gives me immense pleasure.

Sir withdraws and undoes the gag that kept my mouth open. Clean my penis with your tongue, he orders me. And I do what he tells me with pleasure and awareness.

Sir orders me to get up, he undoes the ropes and leads me to the St-Andrews.cross He ties me to the cross with my back to him. He walks back to the prop wall and chooses a ball gag that he places tightly in my mouth. He undoes the belt of my pants, opens the buttons and leaves my pants slipped over my knees. He goes back to the cabinet, opens another drawer and chooses a dildo. After having lubricated it and my anus well, He introduced the dildo into me. He pulls up my pants and closes the belt.

After a while I feel a slight discharge in my plugged anus.

Sir stands behind me and whispers words in my ear that make me nervous. Taxis don’t come to my house at night, he told me, so we’ll have to wait until tomorrow morning. You will spend the rest of the night in this position and to remind yourself that you are mine the dildo will activate randomly. I’m leaving the light on and I’m not going to blindfold. you. My prisoner will be able to see himself in the mirrors for the rest of the night.

To be continued …

Metal would like to thank the author, Suitandbondagelover, for this story and welcome him as a new author to the Prison Library!