Neat n Naked (Closed for such_a_bad_man) PM for Appt

At the word "sir", Hiromi could see the mask slip. For a fleeting instant, she could see past the "meeting new people" Jon, or the "professional" Jon. It only took that moment for her to see that she had been dealing with "socially acceptable" Jon. Something in his eyes flashed in that moment and showed the "real" Jon.

As she started, Jon couldn't help but steal a look at her heart-shaped ass as she bent over his large coffee table to get all his magazines and books in order. He shook his head in response.

"No, nothing specific. I just hope you are thorough. I'll leave you to your work. I'll be in the home office if you need to find anything to help clean." He said, trying not to look as he crossed the living room and down the hall she had seen.
 
Seeing his mask slip was a start, but if he was going to hide in his office and avoid her she wouldn't stand a chance of doing what the client wanted. As he turned to walk away inspiration struck. "Does Hiromi displease master? Is master unhappy with Hiromis body?" She asked kneeling down with her legs spread open and her arms folded behind her back, allowing Jon to see all of her and how she would be completely submissive to his desires.
 
Jon stopped and put his hand up on the door jamb to the hallway to stop himself. Her words had cut through his layers and hit a primal nerve underneath them all. He didn't turn around right away; he took a moment to put his "mask" back on and drew a few breaths to calm the side that reacted to being called master.

Once he was back in control, Jon turned his head, looking over his shoulder. She was kneeling low with her arms back behind her. It only served to accentuate her perky breasts, tipped with nipples that ached to be sucked. A long slow breath tamed his more basic urges as he spoke. "What did you say?"

That's not what he meant to ask, but it slipped out just the same. "I mean, why would that matter?" He said, trying to maintain his attitude from before. "Your body, as nice as it is, as no bearing on how good of a maid you are."
 
"Does master not wish to watch this one, in case she... misbehaves and does something that needs correcting? Master must ensure that this one is a obedient and worthy worker for him."
 
Jon turned fully to look at her sitting submissively in the middle of his living room. If she lifted her chin, she would see a completely different look in his eye and on his face. He steps forward, about to say something when Jon stops himself. His voice doesn't sound like he spoke to her before, but it's not the same voice that asked what she said.

"Sounds like you've already been broken by someone else. I'm sure he's taught you to be obedient, plus it's your job to clean." He spoke, trying to steer things back, but something in Jon was fighting a losing battle. It had been so long since he let that side of himself out to "walk around", so to speak. But he didn't want it like this... did he?
 
"This one was taught to provide master what he needs. Even when master doesn't know what it is he truly needs. Let this one give you what you truly desire master."
 
Jon felt a great aching need rise up inside him as she continued to speak, but he didn't want to admit that his brother had it right. That want fought with the thought that it was a rare occurrence for such a willing slut would walk right in and submit to him. He wrestled with it but managed to strike a compromise.

He walked in to the living room and sat down in his arm chair. Bringing his hand up to his chin, he looked like a completely different person. His eyes were sharper. He moved more confidently. Even how he sat looked more purposeful.

"Return to your cleaning. If you have need of correction, I will provide that correction." His voice was different as he looked at her. This was the "real" Jon.
 
"As master wishes." Hiromi stood up and picked up an empty coffee cup which slipped from her fingers breaking when it hit the floor.
 
As the cup fell from her hand, the look in his eye went away, like someone had flicked off a light switch. he reached out and tried to catch it, but it was too far away and springing from a seated position in the chair took too long.

"Dammit... Well, I'll just add that to the bill. I hope your company has some sort of policy on replacement of your client's belongings." He turned and looked at Hiromi, completely behaving as "socially acceptable" Jon again.

He looked at her and stepped up to her, speaking quietly. "But this does leave me with a question: was that intentional? If breaking my coffee mug was an accident, then you're having a bad day as a maid and we can move on from that. But if it was on purpose, then you don't understand the part of me that I hide. Your last Top may have been about pain or punishment, but I'm not. I'm about trust... and right now, I don't know if I can trust you."

He stood there, watching her eyes to see how she took that. Given her profession she might either persevere out of some sense of duty or just call it a day since she was already paid. He was waiting and watching and hoping for a third option: curiosity.
 
"This one's clumsiness was not intentional master." She said looking up at him but not in his eyes. "THe greatest gift thisone can give her master is her honesty. How can this one prove to master she is worthy of his trust?' Her eyes were downcast, and she could see the erection in his pants twitch everytime she used teh word master.
 
"Come with me..." he said, not bothering to look behind him as he walked to the large door she saw earlier. Reaching inside his shirt, he pulled a key from a cord around his neck and opened the large lock on the door. Rather than opening on a hinge, the door slid into the wall to the left. As Jon walked into the room, lights came on as if triggered by motion. The furnishings of the room were decidedly Eastern, most notably Japanese. The bed was low to the floor, but still had a canopy with curtains. The curtains stoop open to reveal futon style coverings. The rest of the room had the usual furniture one might find in a bedroom, but matching the style of the rest of the room.

As Hiromi looked around, the room was decorated with Edo period style watercolors. But all of the decor was to help hide something: the walls were lined with movie theater acoustic padding. Once they were both in the center of the room, Jon turned and looked back at her.

"Arms behind your back and try to grab each elbow with the hand of the opposite arm." He waited for her to do so as he stepped around her and opened a drawer in one of the pieces of furniture. The purpose of his command was to make her stack her wrists together, parallel to the floor. Once she had done so, Jon wrapped two full-wrists bracers on her. Then, he clipped them together using all three metallic spring-loaded clips. He walked around to look in her eyes. "On to the center of the bed, face up, eyes closed..." he spoke almost dispassionately as he delivered his commands. These were just to get her in position, to put her where she needed to be for his first lesson. While she moved, Jon disappeared into a side door, not bothering to watch her move, but knowing she would just the same.
 
Hiromi knew that tone well. It brokered no argument and required no response from one properly trained to serve. She followed him through the house to the door.

She fell in love with the room, never suspecting this. She had assumed it was more of what passes for an in home dungeon for dilettantes. Her trained and practiced eye saw that the room had definitly been designed for BDSM.

Hearing his command she assumed the familiar position with ease. Once her arms were secured, the familiarity get her juices flowing and she started to quiver in excitement.

Even though her arms were fastened behind her, she was easily able to get on the bed, moving so gently and gracefully she didn't muss the sheets at all. She sensed she was alone in the room, but not knowing his desires, she kept her eyes straight ahead, waiting for his return.
 
Jon came back into the room. He was not wearing the clothes he had on earlier; he had changed and was wearing a kimono-style robe as an outer covering. It was difficult to tell if he had anything on under it. He walked back in, carrying a bag and set it down on the floor at the foot of the bed. He looked down at Hiromi, nodding in approval at seeing her in position already.

Reaching in the bag, he pulled out two fur lined cuffs and slipped them over her ankles, taking a moment to caress the back of her calf as he held her leg up. He was going to make a point, but he couldn't deny how stunning she was and how soft her skin felt. He stepped to the post for the canopy and pressed on a section. It depressed and then slid to the side, revealing an anchored pulley and a row of several metal eyelets. The post on the other corner had the same rigging set-up. He paused for a moment to look Hiromi in the eye. She may be here to give him what he needs, but it was always a good idea to give a new playmate a moment to back out.

Not seeing that look, he returned to his bag and pulled out two cords. Starting with the eyes on the ankle cuffs, Jon started setting up the cords, running them through the pulleys on the posts. Once threaded, he pulled on the cords, he watched her legs lift up and spread apart. Rigging up the ends to keep tension to keep her legs open, he started to tie the rest of the cords to a stand. Moving aside, he let her see that a thick vibrator was on top of the stand. Moving the stand and reorganizing the cords, the tip moved up to her quivering opening.

He stepped off the bed and looked at her spread so wide with a toy poised to fuck her. "Now... fuck yourself with the toy." he said, looking down at her. He knew he had rigged the cords and the stand such that pushing her hips toward it wouldn't work.
 
Sensing his return, Hiroomi didn't move as she felt his hands on her naked skin. She felt him place restraints on her legs, enjoying the fur, instead of the usual cold hard metal. She heard some whirring and realized there was more to this room then even she suspected. Keeping her eyes straight ahead, she watched as master stepped into her line of sight, and looked her in the eyes.

Not sure if this was a test, or if he was looking for something she kept her gaze fixed straight ahead, her excitement was building, and she was feeling truly alive.

Soon he was behind her again and doing something. Her legs were gently pulled apart and up into the air so she was laying on her back her arms secured together and trapped under her back, as her legs were pulled up into the air and spread apart. Before she realized what was happening, there was something ever so lightly nudging at the lips of her damp hole.

Not knowing how this system of restraints worked, she tried to puzzle out the runs of the ropes and how to move her body to achieve pentration. She knew he was imaginitive, and the answer wouldn't be simple. Knowing his penchant for things oriental she thought about a Chinese finger trap. The harder you try to free yourself the tighter it traps your finger. Maybe, jus tmaybe if instead of moving towards the toy, if she moved away from it...

She used her stomach muscles to move away from the stand with the toy to see what happened.
 
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Jon stood at the foot of the bed as he watched Hiromi struggle to move in just the right way as to fulfill his request. Jon let the corner of his mouth curl up for a moment as he was glad that she didn't try the most obvious approach: pushing her hips toward the toy. That would have just put the right tension on the ropes and actually pulled the toy away.

Instead, it looked like she was trying to move her hips away from the toy using her core muscles. It was a good start, but that wasn't going to put enough force in the ropes to achieve what he was after. He waited to see how long she would try that approach before attempting another.

As he watched, he got some other items ready on the dresser top behind him. Taking care to keep them hidden from view, he let the sounds of metal on the wood tray reach her ears. He wanted her mind racing about what was happening next; it would drive her more and more crazy to try and accomplish his first task so she could see the second.
 
Watching carefully she saw that her first attempt was not working. Trying the obvious she shifted her weight so her pussy would move toward teh stand.

As soo as she saw it move away, she knew that wasn't right either. Then she got it. She knew exactly what she had to do. She Spread her legs apart, hoping she was flexible enough to get it inside her. She continued to open her legs watching the dildo to see if it would enter her.
 
Jon watched and smiled as her legs started to spread. As she did, the vibrating end of the toy pushed in, spreading her labia as more and more of the toy penetrated her as she spread her legs wider. Stepping in as it looked like she was reaching the limit of what she could do on her own, he grasped her ankles firmly, but taking care not to pinch. He looked down into her eyes and pushed them even more towards her shoulders to push the toy in all the way.

"Can you explain the lesson?" He asked, his voice firm and steady. He kept her legs there for a moment until he could see the strain in her face before rocking back, pulling her legs down and making the toy pull out. He repeated the move, both fucking her with the toy and stretching her wide to allow the toy in deeper.
 
Feeling his masculine hands push her further than she could have spread herself made her shudder in pleasure. She felt the toy spear her cun and the vibrations were right against her clit making her moan. Pleased with herself that she figured it out fairly quickly, she let herself enjoy the sensation until master asked he a question.

Ignoring the waves of pleasure coursing through her body to answer her master, she spoke for teh first time since entering this room. "This one believes that master is trying to teach that this one must be open to acccepting pleasure, and if this oen does not open herself to new experiences, this one will miss out on many pleasures"
 
Jon's smile wavered a little as he heard her response. It was true, but not what he was after. Even so, he kept moving, fucking her with the toy a little harder. He pushed her legs up and apart and leaned over a little. He left her there, the toy buried in her pussy, as he answered her back.

"While true, this lesson was to instruct you. Taking the direct approach, you would not have gotten what you wanted." He rocked back so she could feel it slipping out of her.

"But had you been more... flexible..." He said the last word a bit longer and louder than needed as he sank the toy back into her. "in your approach and attitude, you'd get what you need... and more."

As he spoke the end, an egg vibe popped inside her ass, buzzing against the base of the toy from inside her.
 
"Ohhh Fuck she cried in a mix of pain and pleasure as teh unlubbed toy was forced into her unprepared ass. IT felt exquisite once it was in, but not being warned, or gettin some lube was not cool. She swallowed her anger and let herself enjoy the sensations from the two toys working together to bring her to orgasim.

LIstening to him speak she understood what he was saying, "It is so master" she replied "This one will make herself more flexible if that is what master wishes."
 
Hearing her reply, Jon eased her legs down and popped both toys from her. Taking the cords off the posts, he unclasped the cuffs around her ankles. As he worked, he didn't speak or show any emotion. Deep down, he loved the feel of her skin and how it seemed to respond to his touch. His hands slid up her body, moving over her thighs and hips before grasping her about the waist.

With a firm grasp he lifted her up and flipped her over onto her stomach. As she was laying there, he bent her left lower leg up and used the cords to secure them in place by tying it to her thigh. It wasn't bent to touch so it wasn't uncomfortable, but it couldn't move. Pleased with his knot, he repeated the process on the other leg. Once secure, Jon rocked her back, raising her up on her knees with her as rising into the air. Her arms were still clipped behind her back, leaving Jon to admire his work.

"Now, to put your skills to use..." Jon said simply as he started opening his robe.
 
Not sure exactly what he wanted her to do and without being able to see behind herself, she assumed he was about to fuck her pussy. She rocked her hips backwards trying to get his cock inside her.
 
Dropping his robe, Jon moved onto the bed somewhere behind Hiromi, letting her feel him move through the shared surface beneath them both. Taking great care to not touch her anywhere else, he dragged his hardening shaft along her labia, still fresh from cumming on the toy. He smiled down as he looked at the effect it had on his shaft, making it glisten. Then, once he was sure she thought he was going to take her, he moved back, leaving her without any touch. The pause lingered for a little longer than Hiromi might have though but it was broken suddenly and sharply as Jon's hand came down to slap her peach of an ass.

He sat back on his haunches as he waited for the red mark to come up nicely before he slowly and gently cupped her cheeks and massaged them. "You really are breathtaking, slut," he groaned as he enjoyed the felling of her body under his hands.
 
She felt the bed springs comnpress as his weight was added. She gasped as she felt his hardness on her wetness. After just a bit of teasing she felt him pull away ferom her and she took a deep breath, not sure what was coming next from this man.

Her body shivered in pleasure when his hand struck her ass cheek. "thank you sir" she said offering herself up for another if he so desired. She felt her ass warm as it began to turn red, then his hand gently, almost lovingly caressing her smooth skin.

SHe heard his compliment and she beamed at his praise. "Thank you Master, your words please this unworthy one greatly."
 
"You are worthy of such praise as you offer yourself up so willingly to Master..." Jon finally let the name of his persona drop as his hand came down hard again on the other cheek. Once again, he let the red mark rise so the burning tingle could truly set in before his hands worked the toned threads of muscle beneath the skin on Hiromi's ass.

"But that is because you know what lies at the end of all that happens to you..." he continued as he reached up and pulled something off that Hiromi hadn't seen as it was hidden under Jon's robe before. With great care, the screws on the nipple clamps Jon was wearing were loosened, though he had to bite his own lips to stifle a groan of relief or he'd give the game away.

Grabbing one of the clips that held the two bracer shackles together behind Hiromi's back, he pulled her up to her knees. He kissed along her shoulder then up her neck before whispering in her ear. "A present for your work today..." were his words as he hands moved around in front of her and held up the chained clamps. Without asking if she wanted them or if she'd used them before, he placed one on her left nipple and closed the clamp enough so that it wouldn't fall before moving over and putting the right one on. He kissed her lips softly but then more firmly as he tightened them a turn more.
 
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