She starts to pull a string that causes my legs, still attached to the spreader bar, to raise up towards the headboard. It has become very clear to me...that my genitals and my ass are completely exposed for the Mistress.Mistress starts to look through her closet, I cannot see what she is grabbing, but anxiously await what she is going to do to me.I hear her get closer to me, but can still not see what is about to happen. All of a sudden I feel the softest of touches on my back thigh, slowly. I groan with the truth of my pitiful existence. My cock remains hard, betraying me my disgust at what he will do. It is tightly bound to my balls with more of the plastic ties, and he pulled them very tight before he left me here. The plastic imprisonment holds the blood in my swollen genitals, forcing pain and increasing my Judas arousal.I feel the specific terror of my aversion to ejaculation rise in my deepest being. In my half-dream state I see images of the cruel training he used to teach. I think I was staring at her cleavage. Maybe she was talking... She got up. Went to the door. I was staring at her ass. She closed the door. I got up and we were kissing. Passionately! Got me aroused. SHe dropped to her knees and started undoing my pants! OMG! Somebody could just walk in! THose fears of getting caught - and possibly fired - did not compete with my desire for her. Whenshe got me rigid she pulled off her jacket and threw in on the table. Bra-less in a cami. Lots of cleavage. Her. She got the idea very quickly, her knees went sideways as soon as I got my hands under her buttocks to raise her up, and I was able to put my lips and tongue to good use. She smelt and tasted slightly of soap after her shower, but it wasn’t very long before I was enjoying something much more acceptable to my tastebuds. Sheila was clearly not at all unhappy with what I was doing; she’d quickly grabbed her pillow and was holding it over her face when the need to gasp and moan out loud became too.