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Eleanor wasn't the adventurous type. She had a regular job, lived in a regular suburban neighborhood, and had a loving husband with whom she had no kids with. She thought their marriage and sex life was going great, until her husband, Seth, made an out of the blue request.
"No. No way in hell am I doing that," said Eleanor, shocked that Seth would ever suggest such a thing.
"But we keep doing the same thing over and over. I just want to add a little excitement, ya know?" Seth said trying to convince her.
"Excitement? Really? You know me. Did you honestly think I would agree to being beat during sex? That's not expressing love, that's abuse," said Eleanor, trying to end the conversation and drop the topic all together.
"BDSM is not abuse, babe. It's about dominating and being dominated. C'mon, at least consider it?"
"No. I have to go to work," said Eleanor. "I'll see you when I get home. I love you." She kissed him and walked out of her house, down the walkway and got into her car. As she drove off, she thought to herself, Why would he suggest such a thing? Am I not good enough for him?
To be fair, though, besides the whole hitting part, she really didn't know much about BDSM. So when she got to her office cubicle, she decided to do a little more research, curiosity getting the best of her. She opened a new tab and searched BDSM, and what she found shocked her. As she was scrolling through the pictures and all the websites, she couldn't deny that she was getting a little turned on. It was pretty sexy after all. But she would never admit that Seth was right. Until she came across a particular picture of a woman being tied down and blindfolded. She had to admit, that picture was her favorite. Thank goodness her cubicle was placed perfectly so no one could see her screen and what she was about to do.
She looked around to make sure no one would be able to see her. She then proceeded to caress herself, slowly making her way to her clit. She was already drenched. She proceeded to rub herself. She could feel an orgasm already building slowly at first, but then faster and faster the more she rubbed as she envisioned herself in the same position of the woman in that picture. She then pictured Seth behind her, pounding away, not being gentle in the slightest. He was spanking her so hard, scratching her, grabbing her ass as he released in her with his own orgasm. That sent her over the edge. She bit down on her lip in order to muffle her scream so hard, she drew blood. But she didn't care, she just had the best orgasm of her life. As she came down from her high, she got some of her sense back and immediately closed all the inappropriate tabs. She looked around one last time to make sure no one saw her, and, from what she can tell, no one did. She proceed with her day as normal, but the thought of what she did still lingered. She felt so dirty. And she liked it.
Her work day drew to a close, and she packed everything up and walked out of the office building. Her mind was still caught up on the thought of what she did, that she didn't even hear her boss calling after her.
"Eleanor! Eleanor!!" Jacob Fisher exclaimed as he jogged to catch up to her. She turned around to see him approaching her. As he neared her, his charming smile spread across his face. "Hey, Eleanor. I just wanted to see if you were okay. You looked flustered all day."
"Yeah, I'm fine," she said in a too high pitched tone. Oh no, he knows, he saw me. I'm so getting fired.
"Okay. Just wanted to make sure. Don't need you missing work tomorrow," he said, the grin still on his face.
"Nope, haha. Well I have to go so—"
"Actually," he said, interrupting, "could you hang back for a bit? I need to run some numbers by you." She couldn't say no. He was her boss, and she needed to keep this job. So she agreed. At least this will prolong me telling Seth that he was right.
They made their way back up to their floor, and she followed him into his own personal office. She took a seat in front of his desk, waiting for him. As he shut the door, she thought she heard a barely audible click of the lock. Her heart started to beat really fast. She didn't know what was happening, but she had a feeling it had nothing to do with numbers.
PART 2 IS ON ITS WAY
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