Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 83

She had to read that again. She couldn't have hoped for more. And he went on to say that if it went well and she liked it, there might be some part time work while she took her college coursework and there might even be some educational reimbursement if she agreed to continue her employment after graduating. She couldn't believe what she had read. Running to find Jenny, barely able to contain her excitement while Jenny read the email, they quickly started jumping up and down gleefully together.

Before her next class, she asked Mr. Michaels when he would be home and if she could come see him after school today. He didn't respond for more than thirty minutes, but told her to come by at 5:30pm. Floating on cloud nine the rest of the afternoon, she barely heard anything any of her teachers said.

Sarah had another date with Conner scheduled for that night, but warned him she might be late. Getting to Mr. Michaels house a little early, she let herself in. When she heard him come in, she ran and jumped into his arms and wrapped her legs around him and kissed him all over saying thank you again and again.

She told him all about the job offer and how excited she had been all day. Hearing him say how proud he was of her touched her even more. But she let him have it for teasing her with the vibrator during the interview, lightly slapping his chest. He just laughed and pointed out it must not have distracted her too bad.

Getting more serious while he still held her, she asked, "Why did you do this for me? You didn't have to do anything like this."

He set her down, but still held her close and looked right into her eyes. "This is how this relationship will work. You take care of me, and I will take care of you. Always. You give me a lot with your body and your trust. And I will be there to help you on your way. Discover who you are and what you can be. As well as show you how to get the most out of sex."

She took that in and kept looking him in the eye. Such a strange man. An enigma to Sarah. But an unbelievable one. "You have to let me thank you. What can I do? I'll do anything you want. But I warnt to fuck your brains out Master. Please let me," she pleaded.

He considered. But then asked, "Don't you have a date tonight?" Of course he knew about the date. He always knew everything. She had no secrets from him.

"Yeah, but I can push him back. Or reschedule. Or just cancel. I don't really care about going out with him," she protested.

"I told you, you still have to live your own life. I will be here, and we will continue to find time with one another. But you have a lot of living to do too."

"Please Master. I want to fuck you. You have to let me," she pouted.

He considered some more. Finally, he relented. "Promise me you will still go out after and we can have some fun first. But you take that boy out and show him a good time. Understood?"

She brightened. "Yes sir!"

He smiled back at her. "Okay. I have something we can try," he said with a devilish grin, causing Sarah's stomach instantly to flutter. That look could only mean something unexpected was about to happen.

They went upstairs, quickly stripped her out of her clothes, and got out the regular massage table. The legs were adjustable, so he lowered it to be under waist high. Then he got out some rope and wrapped it around her midsection and wrists and then used several wraps around the ropes between her waist and her wrists. It effectively created handcuffs locking her arms to her sides. He completed the intricate rope work quickly and precisely, even with the special knots he used. Next, he did the same thing just under her breasts around her arms. With the ropes all locked in place, she couldn't move either her arms or hands.

Then he shocked her. He came up behind her and put a thick, soft nylon sleeve over her head. It completely covered her eyes and ears. She couldn't see a thing and could only hear him if he talked loudly. A moment of panic hit her when he suddenly picked her up and laid her on the table. Her feet hung just over the bottom edge of the table and he tied her ankles to each table leg so her legs were separated. She could kind of roll from side to side, but effectively, he had her trapped again. He liked constricting her she thought herself.

Not being able to see or hear freaked her out. He left her laying there for what felt like five minutes. But the sensory deprivation made it hard to tell for sure. Unlike most of the ties he put her in, this one remained comfortable, but not being able to see made her extremely edgy. She almost jumped out of her skin when she felt fingertips start at her ankle and trace up her inner calf and thigh,