Alexa would be arriving any minute, and Sylvie had very cold feet. Most of the excitement she had felt earlier had been replaced by fear. She had never had sex with a woman, and had never had kinky sex either. Yet here she was inviting a colleague to come to her apartment for exactly that. No, she couldn't go through with it. She just couldn't.
"I'm going to have to ask her to leave," Sylvie said to herself out loud. But that also brought problems. It was rude, for a start. Sylvie hated being rude to people. And it would make working with Alexa awkward from now on. It wasn't as if she could justify getting rid of her for another floater either because her work had been professional and of a good standard.
There was a knock at the door. Sylvie's heart started pounding so hard that she thought she could hear it. She got off the couch and stood for a moment looking at the door. The first thought that went through her mind was whether she looked sexy enough in the low cut top and shorts that she had decided to wear. Why did that even matter if she was going to send Alexa away?
Heading over to the door, Sylvie tried to think of something to say that would let Alexa down as gently as possible. Nothing came to mind. She opened the door and her mouth almost dropped open at what she saw. Alexa was standing there wearing tight maroon leather pants and an equally tight black leather crop top. There was a purse over her arm and an innocent little smile on her face.
"Hi. I've been looking forward to this," she said in a seductive tone.
"Me too," Sylvie lied, blushing rapidly. Or was it a lie?
"Are you going to invite me in?"
"Yes," Sylvie said meekly. Saying no hadn't seemed possible when the moment was at hand. Her body was already warming up for what was to come, and it wasn't going to be denied by any of her insecurities. She stepped aside and let Alexa walk into the apartment.
"Nice place," Alexa said pleasantly, looking around.
"Thank you. Have a seat. I, uh, I'm feeling very nervous about this."
"I can tell," Alexa said, sitting down on the couch. "Sit with me. Tell me why you're nervous? You seemed very excited about this earlier."
"I am excited," Sylvie said. She couldn't lie to herself anymore. Shyly, she sat down next to Alexa. "It's just that, well, I've never been with a woman before. And I've never done anything kinky before either."
Alexa tenderly put a hand on Sylvie's cheek and looked into her eyes. "Don't worry about that, sweet Sylvie. You'll find sex with a woman a lot more enjoyable than with a man. And we can take it slow with the bondage to make sure you're comfortable."
A lovely perfume scent filled Sylvie's nostrils, and Alexa's words turned her on to an extent that shocked her. She was being seduced by a temptress, and it felt amazing. To hell with it, she thought, she was going to totally surrender herself to Alexa and hopefully have her mind blown. It had been so long since she'd had sex, she figured she deserved a treat.
"Okay. Let's take it slow," she said, leaving it to Alexa to make the first move. The mental images from the infamous dream were back in her head. Now they might be about to become reality, and that was such an incredible turn on. She found herself unable to sit still.
"I feel like it's the bondage/domination thing that got you fired up. That photo on Instagram opened your mind up to new experiences that you want to try, am I right?"
Sylvie had never felt so embarrassed in her life. Why couldn't she find even a fraction of the confidence that Alexa obviously possessed? What Alexa had said was totally accurate though. Without that image of the woman kneeling bound and gagged before Alexa, Sylvie wouldn't have started to look at her new colleague as someone she might be attracted to. The thought would never have occurred to her.
"Yes," she said, and gulped. "Alexa, I want you to tie me up like in the picture."
"Well alright then," Alexa said sweetly, as if it was the most ordinary of requests. "As it happens, I enjoy doing that. Calling me Alexa won't do, though. You're going to have to start calling me Goddess."
Sylvie looked at Alexa, totally transfixed. Goddess was a perfect word for the beautiful little siren sitting next to her. In that moment, Sylvie would have been willing to call her anything she wanted. She was putty in the woman's hands, and she knew it. In fact they both knew it.
"I meant right now," Alexa said in a more forceful tone.
"Sorry. I'll call you Goddess," Sylvie said humbly.
"Good. In that case, I'll give you what you want most. Luckily for you, I brought a few things with me. Let's see what I have." Alexa opened her purse and removed first one length of fairly thin white rope, followed by another. "These are special bondage ropes," she explained. "So long as you're not tied too tightly, these will restrain you without being hugely uncomfortable. And don't worry, I know just how to tie them."
"I'm sure you do, Goddess," Sylvie grovelled. She was enjoying being subservient. Somehow she was getting more and more turned on. It was actually possible. "I'm hoping you have a ball gag in there."
Alexa looked apologetic for a moment. "Actually, I don't. I don't own one, would you believe? But I brought duct tape." She produced a partially-used silver roll from the purse.
To Sylvie, the tape looked wide, thick, and it was probably very sticky. But it wasn't a ball gag. She had wanted to experience what the woman in the picture had experienced. Not being able to do so exactly was a bit of a disappointment.
Seeing the disappointment, the goddess stroked Sylvie's cheek. "Don't worry, sexy Sylvie, I'll make sure I have a ball gag for next time. For tonight, I'll have to tape you up. But don't you worry, I'll make sure you're properly gagged. I'm good at that."
Sylvie felt herself quiver in excitement. "Will you make me kneel in front of you, Goddess?"
"You know I will," Alexa said with a little grin on her face. "I think we've talked enough. Turn around and put your hands behind your back."
"I wish you would have worn the outfit you had on in that picture," Sylvie said as she obeyed. "The revealing outfit and those long gloves. You looked..."
"Shut up now," Alexa ordered. "The Goddess is not going to give you everything at once. If you're lucky enough to get a next time, you might get to see that outfit, and get your ball gag."
Sylvie felt herself sweating as her wrists were bound together behind her back. The apartment wasn't particularly warm, she was simply in a state of extreme excitement and anticipation.
Alexa worked fast, Sylvie discovered. She felt the rope being wound around her wrists several times then being secured with a knot. As promised, the bondage wasn't particularly painful, but when she tried to separate her wrists she found that she had no ability to move them whatsoever.
"There's no point trying to wriggle around like that," Alexa chastised her, clearly enjoying being in the position of power. She moved to a kneeling position on the floor and made quick work of binding Sylvie's ankles together, using the same elaborate method as with her wrists.
"I'm so turned on right now," Sylvie said, her voice trembling. Her brow was sweaty, but she could do nothing about it.
"Of course you are. And I'm not done with you yet."
Watching Alexa pick up the roll of duct tape, Sylvie knew what was coming next, and it only made her even more excited. She was about to have her mouth taped, which would make her even more under Alexa's control. She still didn't know why the thought of being in that position was driving her so crazy. All she could do was go with it and hope the reality lived up to the fantasy. So far, it certainly was.
"Close your mouth and sit still," Alexa ordered.
Sylvie did as she was told, watching with wide eyes as Alexa stretched a long length of tape from the roll. She didn't detach it though. Instead, she stuck the loose end over Sylvie's mouth and wound the roll around her head, moving her hair out of the way as she went. Sylvie was surprised by how tight the tape got as Alexa wrapped her with it, going all the way around her head twice before finally tearing the roll free and tossing it aside onto the couch.
"There we go," Alexa said seductively, stroking Sylvie's cheek again. "I bet that'll keep you quiet. You look stunning like that."
"I don't think I can talk," Sylvie tried to say, only proving the statement to be true. Unintelligible muffled noises were all that would come out. Her lips were sealed, covered and compressed by the tape. She felt so turned on that she was literally tingling. And there was still more of her fantasy to live out.
Alexa was clearly thinking the same thing. "Right, get on the floor. On your knees. Grovel in front of me, you dirty bitch."
The insult did nothing for Sylvie's excitement. In fact it was the first thing that had been a slight turn off since Alexa walked in the door. But she was too well gagged to complain, so she just did as she was told, awkwardly lowering herself off the couch to the floor.
Alexa was now standing, a gorgeous, smug smile on her face. She was enjoying her role as dominatrix. "I'm going to take a picture of you, for my later viewing pleasure. Don't worry, I obviously won't post it anywhere."
Sylvie tried to object, but of course you only made another muffled noise, which was totally ignored by Alexa as she took a phone out of her purse. Sylvie just knelt there helplessly, looking into the camera as her picture was taken.
"Oh, there's one more thing," Alexa said, reaching into her purse once more.
"Mmmmm," Sylvie gasped in excitement when she saw the little whip thing from the Instagram picture come out of the purse. Alexa's phone was dropped back into the purse. Now her fantasy was as close to reality as it was going to get on this night. She was bound, gagged and vulnerable to the whip, just like the woman in the picture had been. And Alexa looked every bit as beautiful, even without the sexy outfit and gloves on.
"Now what might I do with this?" Alexa said tantalisingly, putting the end of the whip under Sylvie's chin so that she had to raise her head slightly.
"Whip me," Sylvie tried to beg, shocked herself that it was what she so desperately wanted. She was incredibly frustrated with the tape in that moment, but that frustration made the sexual excitement even more powerful. She wondered if she might have an orgasm without anything sexual happening between them. It felt possible.
"I can't understand your pathetic attempts to talk," Alexa said, lifting Sylvie's chin even more with the end of the whip. "Try harder. And I'd better believe you're trying to say goddess too, or I'm going to go to town on your butt with this thing."
"Whip me, goddess," Sylvie tried to plead.
"Nope, still can't understand you." Alexa moved the whip from under Sylvie's chin, dragging it slowly up her cheek, making like she might strike her with it at any moment. "I'm going to give you a pass this time. Stay still."
To Sylvie's immense frustration, Alexa went to work unwrapping the tape from around her head. It was a painful process, and it felt like a layer of skin was removed from her lips when the tape was torn free from them.
"Ow! Why are you stopping?" Sylvie asked, showing her frustration.
"Because that's it for tonight. This was just your first taste of what the goddess can do to you, and make you feel. You know what they say: Always leave them wanting more."
"Uggghh!" Sylvie raged, angrily struggling with her bonds.
A/N: Alexa let Sylvie live out most of her fantasy, but denied her anything more, for now. What will happen next time, when they work their next shift together?
