I look up; everyone has gone from the office as no shadows move around the glass box that I call my working space. I stretch, feeling my thighs complain and my breasts slide across my silk topanother busy day and twilight already! I stare into the horizon and start anticipating tonights interview. Just another chore, I guess, but he got the interview on his name alone Mr Shadow. I giggle. I decide, in a fit of building heat that makes me reckless, to change my clothes slightly. I leave my top and just remove my bra so that my nipples push through the cashmere fabric like greedy fingers. I change my skirt from the conservative three-quarter length linen into a pussy-hugging slick of leather, aggressive and black. Such a nice contrast to my ivory thighs I think, grinning into my image from the mirror. A quick touch up of makeup - darkening the eyes, sliding the bruised raspberry lipstick around, both softening my mouth and matching the throbbing colour of my cunt. I move back to my office, and wait. But I have always been an impatient sort of a girl One advantage to the new matching dcor is the legs on my desk extend past the desktopI keep meaning to get the name of the furniture for home use. I decide I have plenty of time, and straddle my favourite, careful to move my leather skirt up, as I like grinding my pussy quite hard against the metallic surface and it would be a shame for my skirt to suffer! Besides, it would protect my clit against a much-needed tongue of pain When I become aware of my surroundings again, I notice that the candidate has arrived and is watching me through the smoky glass with a fiery stare, and our eyes lock. I grin, with my best are you man enough? pout and flush with delight when he responds with a cruel grin and he opens the door with a quickness that is delightful. I may be Domme to this stud yet. Although I sigh a littlesometimes it would be nice to be out-manoeuvred. Mr Shadow? my professional voice has both a welcome and a question in it. You are early, sir. His eyes intensify their heat, but he doesnt bother with small talk, his hands are too busy taking the chains off his leathers, to slide them around the desk to bite, ahhh, so nicely, into my thigh. With one slide of his hand against my waist, he swings me so that my ass is clear of the desk and I am lying across it. Standing, he blindfolds me His deep, dark voice seems to strike both fear and pleasure in my area already wet with pleasure. He says, " I am Shadow, and you will actually have to earn the respect to call me mister". The sound of his chains clanking across the metal grind deep into the crevice of my mind. "I have to know if we will be able to work together, so I must play some trust games with you. Are you willing to play"? With a deep sigh from the tangible anticipation in the room, a soft but excited "yes" escapes my lips. First he reaches around and slowly, runs his finger across my moist, shivering lip. I know the heat being exhaled from my mouth is intoxicating him. I can fell Mr Shadow leave my side for a moment and walk around to the side of the desk where the drawers can be found.. I hear him opening the drawers. I assume he is finding many implements that can be used for painful pleasure. "Vixis, you seem to be a very naughty girl and might have to be taught a lesson". His voice displays a sense of control and confidence. The light dims as he turns off my desk lamp. This assures us that no one still working will disturb us. I ask him, "How are these trust games going to display if we will be able to work together"? The only answer I receive is a deep sigh. Mr. Shadow's heat moves away from me. I hear all the items from my desk being pushed onto the floor. He slides my body back. I hear a large crash I can only assume is the sound of the metal top of my desk hitting the floor. He has turned the desk over!. I question him, "Why the hell did you just destroy my desk? I can get fired for that!" He mutters. "It's fine. But now we can use it properly." He begins to slowly remove my top, exposing my perfect nipples and rounded breasts to the warm recirculated office air. He moves his hot hands down and removes my skirt, just leaving the panties on. I feel his hot breath blowing on my pussy, like he is taking in a deep breath of the sensual smell flowing from me. His chains begin to make a rattling sound like they are being attached to something. The sound echoes through the room, leaving my mind to wander. He leads me again over to the desk, and pushes me onto my back. The sound and feel of cold steel closing around me becomes intense. I can feel more cold steel pressing cruelly against my wrists and ankles. He removes the blindfold and I notice that there is only a flat, long, narrow metal piece supporting me, the cold steel belongs to the chains, attached to the desk at this point. Shadow leans down and takes me by the nape of my neck. He pulls my hair slightly to extend my neck out and places his lips to mine. The few flicks of his tongue upon my lips cause me to open my mouth, accepting his tongue. As our tongues dance, I notice something sharp. He reveals a nice dark red tapered candle. He lights the candle and begins to play with the flame. His deep gaze stares intently upon the fire, and it seems to flicker and dance. Can he control fire itself? "Have you ever felt the pleasurable sting of wax"? The look in his eyes is mesmerizing. Yet it is also the look of someone I can trust. I start to say, I have a feeling that I am about to... " But I am interrupted by the sharp bite of hot candle wax. He had turned the candle slightly. I wince and suck in my breath, trying not to give him the satisfaction of my pain. But he seems amused enough as he begins to draw a unique design of wax upon my flesh. I can feel each drop singing the delicate flesh of my stomach. It seems that drop after drop is making its way closer to my nipples. He is drawing a design like a sadistic Monet. "The gods must have bestowed pleasure upon me." creeps from my lips Shadow leans down and whispers a reply in my ear, "Dis altier visum." The gods deemed otherwise. How does he know that I understand Latin, just by looking at my face? The silence now so thick between us, a blade can not cut it. He smiles and continues to work the candle above me. My nipples become covered with wax. He blows upon them, hardening the wax. Then the wax drips between my breasts and trails down towards my mound. He feels my aching need and slides my panties aside. His tongue slides from my deep hole up and over my clit. As he tastes my juice, my body tenses with pleasure. Without a word, he removes the chains and lays me upon my stomach. He chains my arms back up. He removes my panties before secures my legs again. But instead of wrapping the leg chains to the desk legs where they were previously, he attaches them to the same desk legs as my arms. So now my legs are bent back and my hips are slightly raised from the central metal piece. I am spread more open, and I can hear him walk behind my back. I assume he is enjoying the nice view of my parted lips. He produces a ball gag and puts it in my mouth. He says only these three words, "Audentes fortuna juvat." Fortune favours the bold. I feel the tails of a flogger striking me directly on my pussy. My body slowly relaxes after the sensual sting and I can feel him watching me. He increases the force with each strike. I try to control myself, but I begin to sigh in pleasure. I do manage to not even jump with the many strikes. I also try to hide my discomfort, but he notices my squirming. He removes the leg chains and then unchains my arms. This allows me to sit up. I let out a pleasurable sigh. I pull his face to mine and our tongues dance once again. This time, I search for the sharp object. Mr. Shadow pulls his head away and gives me a dark, concerned look, "What do you seek inside there?" I smile wryly, "I seek the object of painful pleasure." He walks me over to the chair and places me on the seat. He spreads my legs up and over the arms of the chair. He starts to lick deep into my pussy then slides his tongue over my clit, teasing it with fury. As my excitement is reaching a peak of ecstasy, I close my eyes and ride the plateau of pleasure. The feeling is so intense; a squirt of my juice exits my lips. As my heart rate slows, I feel a sharp bite on my inner thigh. Glowing with delight, I slowly open my eyes, hoping to get a look into the deep region of his eyes. As my eyes open fully, I look around and notice with a shock that the office is back to its original state. The desk is upright and my legs are still spread on the chair's arms. I look behind me, towards the smoky glass. My gaze falls upon the candidate's, but I look again and no one is there. I wonder what happened. I feel like it may have been a dream, then I notice my top is slightly wrinkled. I also detect a pain on an inner thigh. I hitch my skirt up and see two small bite marks on my upper thigh. I feel eyes on the back of my neck, and quickly look behind me. Through the smoky glass I see Mr. Shadow's outline....