Let there be no misunderstanding
He was bitterly disappointed when she told him she only liked yoga, not sex
Lionel had never wanted to get anyone in the sack as much as he desired the firm’s new receptionist, Tara Sharma.
But she seemed disinterested in him. That pissed him off, because he was a partner in the firm, the guy who brought in all the top-paying cases, and she was just the chick who answered the phones or greeted clients when they came to reception.
Yet just seeing her made his balls tingle. And that voice of hers with the faint exotic accent definitely caused stirring in his pants.
But what did she just say? I’m only interested in yoga, not sex!
What the hell does that mean, he thought as he looked at her over the top of his menu as they sat at the corner table at Zizzi’s the swankest restaurant in town.
He’d invited her out to dinner ostensibly to give her a few pointers on how best to survive in a corporate law firm. He’d thought that it would be easy to get her to open her legs for him later, just like all the others they’d employed. Most of them anyway. Those that did not succumb to his charms, he’d always found a way to dispense with their services.
He genuinely imagined that things were going well until she’d dropped that bombshell straight into the conversation. All he’d been able to lamely say in return was:
‘That’s cool. I’ve always been into more vigorous pursuits.’
She smiled and lowered her menu, instantly causing his eyes to drop onto her wonderful deep cleavage.
‘I think I’ll have the vegan option,’ she said. ‘And no wine, just water for me. I don’t like loading my body with toxins this early.’
A health freak, he thought. His mind tantalized him by conjuring up an image of him load her body with his cock.
But again, all he said was:
‘Sounds good to me. No meat and no alcohol. Keep the brain fresh, I always say.’
After dinner, he drove her home. He debated with himself whether to try kissing her.
Hell no. She’d probably complain to the senior partner.
‘Would you like to come up for a nightcap?” she said, her Hollywood white teeth almost shining in the light from the dashboard of his Ferrari F8 Spider. ‘I have a selection of green, white or yellow teas.’
That didn’t sound much fun to him, but he couldn’t refuse. Maybe he’d just have to drink the revolting tea and then go home and jerk himself off.
Her apartment had a strangely mixed feel to it. Gothic and yet Indian. There was a cabinet of Indian gods, small tables with long-necked coffee pots like something out of the Arabian Nights, and large framed pictures of men and women in yoga poses.
‘I’m into Feng Shui, as well as yoga,’ she said as she lit incense sticks and turned on a number of soft lamps around the room. ‘No sharp angles, everything should be curved to harmonize energies.’
He browsed her bookshelves while she busied herself in her kitchen, which in keeping with her Feng Shui was separated by an exotic curtain. Nothing but New Age health stuff and books on crystal healing.
She brought him tea on a tray. ‘A choice of green or white tea. I have made both. But also, please drink this,’ she said, pouring two glasses of a coconut smelling liquid from a cut glass decanter. ‘It is toddy, palm wine from my home state. I will be back soon.’
He drank, and to his amazement it tasted good. So good, he drank three glasses in swift succession. He liked the feel as the liquid hit his stomach, but almost immediately felt light-headed. So light-headed that when she returned dressed in a diaphanous silk dressing gown, he thought he was half dreaming.
‘So now, I will show you how to do a simple yoga asana,’ she said. ‘But it will be best if you remove these restricting clothes you wear.’
‘You betcha,’ he said, grinning as his inhibitions disappeared. He was feeling good and thought he might as well play ball, because she had already told him there wasn’t going to be any sex.
She helped him undress down to his underpants and guided him to sit cross-legged on the luxurious carpet.
‘Excellent, but now we use the silk cords to bind you. It will help to keep you in position and will promote blood flow.’
He grinned and shook his head as if to clear it.
‘That was some strong shit you gave me to drink,’ he mumbled.
She smiled as she tied his wrists together behind his back. ‘In my home state in India, it is made very strong. Are you comfortable?’
He grinned, laughed and nodded.
Then she tied his ankles together.
‘Just close your eyes now and open your mouth, Lionel,’ she cooed. ‘This will heighten the experience.’
He did as she bid and felt her tie a gag on his mouth.
He felt her lower his underpants and grasp his cock.
His eyes shot open, and he stared in amazed delight as she leaned down and kissed the head of his dick. Then as it stiffened and stood up like a cartoon version of the Indian rope trick, she licked and sucked his shaft as she massaged his balls.
‘You’ll like this, I think,’ she said as she untied her dressing gown to reveal her firm breasts with large brown areolas and cherry-like nipples.
He ached to grab them, but he was restrained by the cords round his wrists. Frustratingly, he could not tell her because of the gag in his mouth.
Watching him with a smile, she took the sash from her dressing gown and wrapped it around his cock and balls, and tied a tight knot so that the veins on his scrotum stood out and the large vein on his dick became as firm as a ripcord.
‘Does it hurt?’ she asked as she tied the sash round again twice more, tying a knot each time so that three knots dug into his balls and cock.
He grimaced and nodded.
‘Then I know how to soothe it. A good hot cock always feels better in a cool cunt.’
With the grace of a cat, she stood, then slowly lowered her pussy on his cock right to the hilt. Wrapping her legs around him and supporting herself with her hands behind her, she proceeded to hump him hard.
‘I’m going to fuck you all night until your cock is raw and I’ve pumped all the cum out of these knotted balls of yours. You are mine to do with as I wish.’
He made a gurgling noise and rolled his eyes. He had never imagined himself as a sex slave.
‘I told you I only like yoga knot sex,’ she said as she leaned forward and grabbed the ends of the sash and pulled hard so that his whole body tensed from the pain, the ecstasy and the excitement as the knots dug into his genitals.
She threw her head back as he shot his hot load up her cunt, and she shuddered as her orgasm rocked her body and she clasped her legs tight about him.
He thought his cock would start to go soft and flop out of her, but her pussy muscles clamped around his cock and she kept humping until they were both lathered in sweat.
He didn’t believe it was possible that she could keep going so long. Even the porn stars he watched back at his place couldn’t keep it going so long. His cock was not raw, but it sure as hell was starting to hurt, and not just from the knots.
Half exhausted, he stared at her as she continued to fuck him. She reached behind her, still supporting herself with one hand, and dragged her dressing gown towards her. Se slipped a hand into a pocket.
‘You’re a real piece of work, aren’t you, Lionel?’
‘Huh?’ he managed through the gag.
‘You remember last year, that girl you took on as a secretary? Indu was her name.’
He shook his head slowly as she humped him.
‘You tried to seduce her, but she spurned you.’
Recognition registered in his eyes.
‘She was my little sister. She felt humiliated. She’d always been fragile.’
‘Nuh..nuh…nuh,’ he gurgled.
‘She felt ashamed, soiled. She didn’t want to fuck anyone until she was married.’
He shook his head vigorously.
‘Oh, I know you didn’t fuck her. But I’m here and I like to fuck. I like yoga knot sex, like this.’
She reached down, grasping the knotted sash hard, she squeezed his balls as she fucked.
‘I like it very much.’
Her expression turned hard, cruel. ‘She hanged herself.’
He tried to struggle against the bonds, but still she fucked him. And then he saw her pull her hand out of her dressing gown pocket. A rope dangled from her fingers.
‘This rope, Lionel,’ she said as she continued humping his aching cock. ‘I’m going to show you how much I like yoga knot sex.’
Leaning forward, she wound it round his neck.
And then she started to pull the ends.
