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  THEMISCYRA HOUSE

  JAMES MILLER

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  (c) Copyright James Miller, 2002.

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  The following material contains strong sexual content meant for mature readers. THEMISCYRA HOUSE has been rated NC17, erotic, by three individual reviewers. We strongly suggest storing this electronic file in a place where young readers not meant to view this ebook are unlikely to happen upon it. That said, enjoy…

  Chapter 1

  Life can be so unfair.

  After I spent ladies’ night at the Spartacus Club with Lauren and Tracy, I believed that my future sex life would be just about perfect. They awakened a special sort of sexual firestorm in me that I had never experienced before. They knew just how to fan the flames to keep my internal fire raging for hours, until I was desperate with the need for sexual release.

  Then, the intensity of the release that they finally gave me was so overwhelming, remembering it even weeks later could still make me weak in the knees. They had introduced me to the unexpectedly erotic world of female domination and male submission.

  I was looking forward to a wonderful sex life as the new male submissive of my wonderful mistresses.

  But, like so many times before when good things were happening in my life, it was not to be.

  Barely three weeks after my awakening at the Spartacus Club, Lauren and Tracy were gone. Megatech unexpectedly transferred their husbands to a branch office in Europe. When I first learned that they were gone, I felt like I had been kicked in the stomach.

  I would never see them again.

  Shit.

  I did go back to the Spartacus Club once more, but it was not the same. Without Lauren and Tracy, there was no sexual firestorm for me. It was not the club that had ignited my fire before; it was Lauren and Tracy.

  It seemed that, at thirty-one, my sex life had already passed its peak. All I could look forward to now was the relatively modest, low intensity sex life that I had before.

  But why shouldn't I want, and even expect to have, a high intensity sex life? I knew that I wasn’t a "hunk" that women might drool over. But at five-foot-nine, 180 pounds, in pretty good shape for a man a little past his physical prime, I didn't think I was repulsive either.

  I knew that I did get intense pleasure from sex with a loving woman. And I believed that, in return, I could give intense pleasure. I would have to find some way to keep my sex life from losing its intensity.

  While my contract with Megatech seemed to guarantee that I had a bright financial future, it didn't help my current situation. I had to return to my job at Thomas and Brown, a large property management company. I had taken unscheduled time off to close my deal with Megatech. Although taking time off didn’t cost me my job, it did cost me my seniority.

  Upon my return, I was frequently assigned the task of training new employees. The more senior employees avoided training because you couldn’t earn any commissions while training.

  Oh well, I thought, I can take this for a little while. In just a few months, I’ll be able to tell Thomas and Brown where they can put their stinking job!

  One Monday morning, when I came into the office, I found a young woman…a very attractive young woman…standing in my cubicle.

  She seemed to be in her mid-twenties, about five-foot-six, and 115 pounds. She had lustrous black hair that reached down a little past her shoulders. She was wearing an attractive, but conservative, dress that covered her from the base of her neck down to just under her knees. Fortunately, it didn't really conceal the gentle curves of her youthful body.

  She seemed nervous, shifting her weight from one foot to the other, and her expression was one of uncertainty. I got the impression that she probably hadn't had much experience at starting new jobs.

  “Hi!” she said when I walked into the cubicle and put my briefcase down on the desk. She extended her hand and continued, “I’m Cindy Stuart and you’re Jim Miller…” A look of dismay immediately covered her face and she jerked her hand back a little. “I mean…I hope you’re Jim Miller! The lady at the reception desk told me that this is Jim Miller’s cubicle, and I’m supposed to work with Jim Miller this week.”

  Poor Cindy! I couldn’t suppress a little chuckle at her expense. I shook her hand and said “Congratulations, Ms. Stuart! With hardly any help at all, you have found Mr. Miller’s cubicle, and, indeed, Jim Miller himself!” I’m not proud of my first words to Cindy.

  They were pretty mean, and they made her blush self-consciously. Given that it was Monday morning and I’d be working the whole week without commissions, I guess I was feeling even more surly than usual.

  When I saw her blush, I immediately felt guilty. I regretted my words and wanted to make her feel more at ease.

  "Bill Small, our office manager, told me last week to expect you this morning. I've been looking forward to meeting you. Bill told me a little about your education and prior experience. I'm sure you won't have any trouble picking up how we do things here. Please, call me Jim. And, if you don't mind, I'll call you Cindy.” She nodded her agreement. She seemed to be feeling more at ease. Her blush was gone and she smiled a little.

  "The first thing that I do each morning is grab a cup of coffee. Can I get something for you?” She shook her head, so I got coffee only for myself. “Let’s start your training. This week, I’m working with the accounts for five properties. I’ll pull up the first one on my computer, and we can talk about what’s there and the changes that I’m working on.”

  The first thing that I had noticed about Cindy was her beauty, and as we started working together, I became even more aware of it. She had dark eyes that went perfectly with her long, beautiful black hair. And her eyes sparkled when she laughed, or blazed when she got mad.

  Pretty soon, I started noticing more about her than just the way she looked. She impressed me very quickly with her common sense approach to solving problems. She was even willing to laugh at my jokes. I began to realize that I was going to enjoy working with her despite the lack of commissions.

  There was no need to show her something twice because she understood it immediately and remembered it the next time. I started to realize that in a few months, she would probably be making my job skills look bad. I began to wonder if I should share everything that I had learned in my four years at Thomas and Brown. But Cindy was so open and enthusiastic, so friendly, I felt like I should be the same. As we worked through Monday and Tuesday, I did tell her all my special secrets and tricks.

  When I came into the office early on Wednesday morning, Cindy was already in my cubicle. She was startled when I walked in on her. She couldn’t conceal the fact that she had been crying.

  I hate to see an adult cry. It always makes me really uncomfortable.

  I think that it goes back t
o as a child seeing my grandfather’s overwhelming grief upon the death of my grandmother. I was in the room when my grandfather was told that my grandmother had passed away. He immediately broke down in gut-wrenching sobs. His sudden, intense grief was overpowering. I had never seen such emotion from an adult. My grandfather’s tears touched me deeply. Now, any adult’s tears make me feel strongly sympathetic.

  “Cindy,” I softly offered “is there anything I can do?”

  “No!” she answered sharply, obviously irritated by the idea that I had caught her in tears. “No, Jim. Look, I just have a personal problem that is bothering me. Why don’t you go get your morning coffee now? By the time you get back, I’ll be ready to work.”

  When I got back to the cubicle, Cindy was fully composed and ready for another day of training. She had learned so much in the first two days; it was already getting hard for me to keep thinking of new things to show her.

  Gradually, as we worked through Wednesday's training, I did successfully encourage her to disclose the cause of her tears. Only a little more than three weeks earlier, her boyfriend had left her to move in with another woman. He and Cindy had lived together for over a year, and she had believed that they truly loved each other. It hurt her very deeply when he suddenly told her that his love for her was gone and that he was leaving.

  I tried to assure her that he must be the world's biggest jerk and that she was better off without him. She already knew that but he had caused her a lot of pain.

  When Friday came, I could think of nothing more to show her. We had gone through a whole week's worth of training in less than four days. We spent most of Friday just talking and getting to know one another. I hoped that she enjoyed talking to me as much as I enjoyed talking to her.

  A little before lunch, I started to get up to go for another cup of coffee. But I was stopped by a disapproving scowl from my new friend, Cindy.

  "Whoa, Cindy!" I said, dropping back down into my office chair. "What's wrong?"

  "You're not really going to get more coffee are you?"

  "Well…"

  "That would be your third cup before lunch! You can't like the stuff that much. You're going to rot your kidneys, and who knows what else, with that much coffee!"

  "Uhhh…well, what if I wasn't even getting up for coffee? What if I was just getting up to go into the men's room?"

  "If you want me to look the other way and just let you get up without complaint, you'll have to ask for my permission first. Then you can get up to go use the potty."

  I was glad we had gotten to be friends. I would feel sorry for anyone on her list of enemies. I didn't think she would ever again let me make her blush the way that I had when I first spoke to her.

  My first reason for being attracted to Cindy was her physical beauty. Then I started to like her for her intelligence and good humor. By the time she told me I had to get her permission to go potty, I was liking her looks and a lot of other things about her.

  Before Friday ended, she agreed to go out with me that night. I told her it was to celebrate the completion of her training and the start of her new career in property management. I'm afraid, though, that my real motivations for asking her out were not so innocent. I was strongly attracted to her, and my sexual interest in her had been gradually building all week. I was hoping that going out together might lead our relationship in a sexual direction.

  When I picked her up that evening, she was even more stunning than she was at work. She wore a tight fitting black dress that made me drool. It clung to her body, showing off her charms beautifully. The dress ended a little below the middle of her thigh. She looked incredible in that dress.

  I knew that my lascivious self was going to control me for the rest of the evening.

  I suggested that we go to one of the most expensive restaurants in town. This was not a night for saving money. I needed to make a good impression. We had a nice dinner and then stopped at a club to do a little dancing. When we got back to her apartment, she invited me to come in for a drink.

  "Uhhh," I said in my coolest stammer. "That sounds great, Cindy. But I'm not sure it would be a good idea. I mean, I don't know if I'd be able to come in with you now for a drink and then…just leave to go back to my own empty apartment."

  "Well, maybe you won't have to leave right after the drink. I'll let you know about that in a little while."

  Later, after we had each finished a couple of drinks, it didn't seem like I would be leaving any time soon. As we were hugging and kissing on her couch, my sexual arousal was more than obvious.

  She didn't seem to be offended or repelled by it, though. In fact, her arousal seemed to match my own. She moaned softly and kissed me deeply as I moved my hands over her body, tracing the gentle curves from her slender waist up over her hips, feeling the roundness and firmness of her buttocks, enjoying the soft swells of her breasts. She took hold of my hand and pulled it under the front of her dress. She trembled and I gasped when my hand touched the crotch of her panties.

  "Uhhmmm!" she said as I started to gently move my hand back and forth between her legs. She reached down and stroked my erect cock through my pants as I rubbed her crotch. We kissed deeply again, then she reached down to open my belt. I started to push the pants down over my hips, but she stopped me.

  "I'll take care of that," she whispered. She slowly pulled my pants and briefs down my legs. I was surprised when she got to my ankles and kept going. She pulled the pants down over my shoes, wrapped them around my feet, very effectively tying my feet together. She laughed at my surprised look of helplessness.

  I wasn't quite sure what she was doing, tying my feet together with my own pants. But I didn't really care. Cindy was getting me so hot; I was feeling almost desperate to get naked with her! She could have done just about anything to me with no objection.

  She pumped the skin up and down my cock for a moment, then slipping her shoes off, walked over to her CD player, and pressed a couple of buttons. Slow, sensual dance music started to play.

  She pushed an ottoman footstool over until it was only five or six feet away from me, then, facing straight toward me, she placed her left foot on it. Her movements pulled the hem of her dress almost to the top of her leg. She reached down to pull it up the rest of the way.

  "Uhhh!" I softly groaned as she pulled her dress high enough to let me see her red garter belt and matching panties. She smiled as I stared, open mouthed, up her dress. My eyes enjoyed looking at her sexy underwear. But my mind was imagining the sweet, delicate pussy lips that were now covered by so very little.

  She opened the clips that were holding the top of her stocking and s-l-o-w-l-y rolled it down her beautiful left leg. Her leg was very sexy, perfectly proportioned, and her tanned skin seemed to glow in the soft living room light. As she rolled the stocking down, she ran her hands up and down along the uncovered, glowing skin.

  I felt an urge to go roll down the stocking for her. After all, she had pretty much stripped the lower half of my body. I wanted to feel that skin with my hands. But she seemed to like the way that I was watching her, so I stayed on the couch and kept staring.

  When her left leg was bare, she stepped up onto the footstool with her right foot, and s-l-o-w-l-y took the stocking off her right leg, just as she had done with her left. I was breathing fitfully as I watched her, and my cock was obviously enjoying the show too. It was swollen out to its full eight inches and it bobbed up and down in silent applause for the show she was putting on for me.

  When her legs were bare, Cindy started to dance. She was feeling the throbbing music deeply. Her hips swayed slowly back and forth as she gracefully moved with the beat. She moved her hands up and down over her body, pleasuring herself through her dress. When she squeezed her own breasts, it made her moan softly. Her erotic dance was getting both of us very hot.

  Gradually, the tempo of the music started to increase. Her movements, always keeping with the music, were getting faster and faster, and they kept pulling the he
m of her dress higher and higher. My glimpses of red panty got more and more frequent.

  She stopped dancing for a moment and looked at me. She leaned forward a little and reached back under the hem of the dress on both sides. She slipped her fingers into the waistband of her panties and quickly slid them down to the floor.

  When she stepped out of them and started to dance again, I caught the faint, light odor of her excitement. The sweet scent of her juices was intoxicating, and to know that she was excited too pumped my own excitement to even higher levels. My balls were starting to nearly ache with the need for release.

  The music built up to a frantic climax, and Cindy's dancing kept time with the music. Her beautiful black hair was flying all around when the music abruptly stopped. Cindy went down on one knee, with her head bowed. She was breathing very hard, trying to recover from her vigorous dance.

  After a couple minutes, she stood and looked at me. She slipped the thin straps of her dress off her shoulders and pulled her arms through. The dress was too tight to fall on its own, but with a couple of gentle tugs on each side, it slipped down her body and fell to the floor.

  “Uhhh!” I groaned. Wearing only a lacy red bra and the red garter belt, she looked incredible. I had stayed on the couch long enough. I started struggling with my pants, trying to get them back up over my shoes so that I could take the shoes, and the pants off. She laughed at my frustration and knelt down by my feet pushing my hands away. Far more quickly than I could have done it, considering the confusion and clumsiness that suddenly afflict me when I’m sexually aroused, she got everything off from my waist down.

  Just like in the movies, I scooped her up in my arms. She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me. She pointed the way and I carried her into the bedroom.

  I put her down on the bed and pulled off my shirt. She got onto her knees and wrapped her right hand around my stiff cock. She gave it a gentle squeeze, then leaned down and started to lick it. She licked all over the head then took it into her hot mouth.