The unrelenting vibrations against my clit were sweet pleasure at first and as I had my first orgasm of many to come I groaned into my gag, my eyes closed, head resting against the back of the chair as my back arched away from it pressing my clit closer against the device - if that was possible. As that orgasm began to subside briefly another came rolling in. My wrists pulled against my restraints and I closed my eyes tight and pressed my chin into my chest as I whimpered and bit down on the ball in my mouth. There was no escape, no recovery time. The time between orgasms varied but I lost count of the number of times I came before He returned home.
My hands were freezing where they'd been suspended above my head for so long. My clit felt both numb and extremely sensitive at the same time. I had dribbled because of the gag and was sweating and shivering. My legs ached from being spread apart and held in place for so long. The seat beneath me was saturated with my juices. My relief at the sound of the front door opening was out shone by another approaching climax. Too exhausted to cope with any more I sobbed into my gag and wailed as I came again. My head dropped forward, I didn't notice that Master had entered the room until I heard clapping.
I lifted my head and blinked a couple of times to clear the tears from my eyes. There were two men stood either side of Master and one of them was the source of the clapping. Master approached me and held my head in His hands, wiping the tears from my face with His thumbs.
"You see gentlemen; I told you my beautiful fucktoy puts on a good show", He lowered His hands and removed the clamps from my nipples.
I let out a low groan at the sweet painful relief and then a squeal as He clamped His thumbs and forefingers over the sensitive tips and tugged hard.
"I think her nipples have been deprived of attention in comparison to her pussy. Please, help yourselves", He moved toward the sofa and left me at the mercy of the two strangers.
One either side of me they took a breast each. The guy on my left was short, plump and balding and looked to be nearing sixty. He looked at me with a meanness in His eyes as He got to His knees before cruelly twisting my nipple. My scream was in vain as the gag did its job. A jolt of pleasure shot straight from my right nipple to my pussy as the second stranger grazed it playfully with his teeth. I turned my head to look at him; He was far nicer to look at and appeared to be in his late forties. His eyes focused on mine as His teeth clamped tightly down and I let out another scream. I looked at him through tears, begging him to stop. All the while the vibrations of the device beneath me could be felt through my whole body.
I heard my Master's voice in my ear as the two men continue their torture on my breasts (the older one had started to slap my nipple hard whilst my other breast was having the life squeezed out of it), He'd come to stand behind the chair, His voice was low as He spoke.
"you are going to cum again for our guests at least once more. They are going to amuse themselves with your tits. When they are done and I am satisfied, you are going to welcome their loads and you'll hold your mouth open to them My dirty little fucktoy"
I moaned into my gag and clenched my fists as I started to cum again; His words gave me a new lease of energy (though not a huge amount). He pulled my hair down behind me so that my face was tilted up towards Him. I saw His face briefly before my eyes rolled into the back of my head, I was in agonising ecstasy.
As I came down I heard the old guy talking.
"Got yourself a good little slut here mate. I can't wait to see how she looks with my cum dripping off her face", I heard him grunting and noticed him pumping his hand on his cock enthusiastically. I was surprised to see that he had a rather handsome cock; I would focus my gaze on that rather than the rest of him when it was time for me to take his load, I decided. The guy on my right had really gone to town on my breast and as I looked down I could see the a bruise had already formed just left of my nipple and there were several red marks where he'd bitten me. He also had his cock out and was stroking it slowly as he sucked with force at my nipple.
"Mate, you're going to have to move your head, I'm about ready to go", old guy had released my breast and moved around to stand in front of me.
I felt Master release the strap on my gag and He removed it from my mouth. I opened and closed my mouth a few times extremely grateful to be able to move my stiff jaw again. The other man stood and moved around to the front of me too and his hand started to move a lot faster on his cock. As suspected the old guy was first to cum.
"Especially for you dirty girl", he grunted and I held out my tongue in time to catch the first hot splash.
"Fuck, I look good on you", he smirked after he'd finished and was tucking his cock back into his trousers.
"Look at me now and open your mouth wide", I turned my gaze to the other one.
Another, milder orgasm washed over me as I held his gaze. I let out a gentle moan, his cum hit my chin a fraction of a second later. I didn't feel any land on my chest but he said "your tit looks really pretty all coloured up and dressed with my cum".
Master thanked them and saw them out. He came straight back to me and switched off the device and I thought I'd be happy if I never got to cum again in my entire life time. He unfastened the restraints around my ankles then gently lowered my feet to the floor. Then He got some cushions and placed them on the floor; we were not finished yet. He released my wrists from their restraints and held me under the arms to help me onto the cushions. On my knees He lowered the rest of my body onto the cushions so that I was laying with my ass pointed in the air. I felt the head of His cock slide over my slippery wet ass and press against my ass hole.
"It's Daddy's turn", He pushed inside me in one hard movement and I squealed as my ass was taken. He gripped my hips hard as He fucked my ass hard and fast until He came inside me. He pulled His cock slowly from my sore ass and gently pulled my knees out from under me so that I was laying on my stomach. I felt a blanket being draped over me and my Master's fingers in my hair, stroking my head.
"Sleep My angel, You did well today", I smile sleepily and drift off.
Saturday, 31 December 2011
Hands Free
So I decided to take a walk with my plug and love balls yesterday. I also opted for the 'tingle sensation' lubricant for my plug and inserted the toys just before I left for my walk. Almost immediately I became a little trembly and my breathing shallowed. This of course, was not a reaction to the sensation of the toys inside me, it was the anticipation and excitement for the coming walk. As I left the house I was aware of the subtle tingling in my ass from the lubricant and of the balls rattling inside me against the walls of my pussy - I squeezed them intermittently as I walked. It didn't take a lot of time at all for me to become very wet; having something occupying both holes never fails to get me going.
I wasn't especially aware of the scenery as I walked, my mind was consumed by the warm tingling and pleasant stretching in my ass; the smooth rubbing and the knocking inside my pussy as the love balls worked with each step I took. I walked for quite some time, it took a while to build up but I recognised the feeling building subtley and thought there may be a chance of an actual orgasm so I started walking faster. The faster I walked the quicker the balls rubbed at my g spot and my awareness of the plug increased. I felt flushed as my orgasm built and I had to stop as I came; my eyes closed I whimpered and did a little shiver as pleasure rippled through my body.
It took me longer than usual to get home as I walked slowly. I was still sensitive and my toys were still at work inside me.
I wasn't especially aware of the scenery as I walked, my mind was consumed by the warm tingling and pleasant stretching in my ass; the smooth rubbing and the knocking inside my pussy as the love balls worked with each step I took. I walked for quite some time, it took a while to build up but I recognised the feeling building subtley and thought there may be a chance of an actual orgasm so I started walking faster. The faster I walked the quicker the balls rubbed at my g spot and my awareness of the plug increased. I felt flushed as my orgasm built and I had to stop as I came; my eyes closed I whimpered and did a little shiver as pleasure rippled through my body.
It took me longer than usual to get home as I walked slowly. I was still sensitive and my toys were still at work inside me.
Wednesday, 21 December 2011
Showing Off: Part One ~ My Preparation
Master had sent me out shopping for the day this Saturday. He told me to treat myself and to get some pampering in too while I was out. I assumed He wanted me out of the way so that He could concentrate on His work without my distracting Him. I had a really enjoyable day and bought some great lingerie that I knew would meet Master's approval. I stopped off and had an aromatherapy massage for an hour before returning to Him around 4pm.
When I got back to the house He was in the kitchen making pasta (He's on an Italian food kick at the moment). I sat at the kitchen table and told Him about my day upon His request. When I'd finished speaking He was cleaning up after Himself and told me to take my new things up to the bedroom (He'd look at them later) and then meet Him in the conservatory. This was a little out of character because I usually modelled any new purchases of this sort for Him straight away. I placed my bags by the wardrobe, used the toilet then went straight to the conservatory.
The conservatory usually contained two two-seater water hyacinth sofas, an end table, coffee table and foot stool. One sofa remained against the right hand wall and a large portion of the remaining space was taken up by some sort of bench. I looked to Master for an explanation and He motioned with His hand for me to come to Him, so I went and stood beside Him. I reacted warmly to His touch as soon as His fingers made contact with my chest to unbutton my summer dress. He took His time with the buttons which ran to the waist of the dress and once He'd freed the last one He tenderly lifted my arms above my head and lifted the dress off over them. After placing my dress over the arm of the sofa He unclasped my strapless bra from behind and removed it, placing it on the sofa also. My nipples hardened in the cool air of the conservatory and Master rubbed them briefly with His thumbs before turning His attention to my underwear. He placed His hands on my hips and hooked His thumbs either side of my black lace briefs ensuring that His hands didn't leave my skin as He slowly dragged them down to my ankles. He was on His knees by this point and His hands closed around my ankles as He moved His head forward to place a kiss on my freshly shaven pussy. Lifting my feet one at a time He freed me of my panties, stood and placed them with the rest of my clothing.
He led me to the bench which had a square seat with a high back then two leg rests set out at an obtuse angle from the base of the seat - there were leather straps toward the ends of each leg rest. He turned me around by the shoulders and motioned for me to sit. From His pocket He produced my ball gag. On seeing it I opened my mouth without prompt from Him. Once the ball was placed in my mouth I closed it the small fraction I could to hold the gag in place as He fastened the strap at the back of my head. Moving around to the back of the chair I jumped a little as His hands touched the sides of my waist. Smoothing them up the side of my body I lifted my arms above my head again as He reached the sides of my breasts. His fingers traced their way up to my wrists until He held them both in one hand. I heard the familiar sound of chains then felt the smooth leather of my wrist cuffs close around each of my wrists in turn. Once fastened snugly in place I felt a pull as He lifted the chain to hook it to the top of the back of the chair. My body was, for the time being at least, comfortably stretched out.
He left the room and returned with an object that looked not unlike a bike seat - if the back of the seat had been squashed right down. He lifted me slightly off the seat with one arm and slotted the 'bike seat' into a hole that I'd not noticed in the chair. When I was lowered back down my pussy was pressed tightly against the raised part of the object. He took each of my legs one at a time by the ankles and placed them on the leg rests and strapped them in place. As He pulled my second leg up to rest the widening of my legs spread my pussy causing the object beneath me to slip even more snugly against my clit. Most of my body was cold but there was definitely a heat in my pussy by this point and if the room had been sweltering hot my nipples would have been no less hard. From the sofa He retrieved a set of my nipple clamps; they were the ones linked by a slim stainless steel chain. I groaned slightly as I felt each one bite down on my erect nipples. He was stood to the side of me and His hand reached down between my legs and I could feel His breath on my ear. My heart was hammering in my chest, I held my breath and could feel a slickness at my pussy as I waited to feel His hand.
"Have fun angel", He flicked a switch and the object beneath me came to life. I squealed into my gag as the vibrations hummed against my clit. I heard a couple of beeps as He altered the setting - He chose a steady rhythm of two quick pulses followed by a third which was three times as long. He told me He'd be back in a couple of hours, He wanted to be sure that I'd be warmed nicely before His return.
When I got back to the house He was in the kitchen making pasta (He's on an Italian food kick at the moment). I sat at the kitchen table and told Him about my day upon His request. When I'd finished speaking He was cleaning up after Himself and told me to take my new things up to the bedroom (He'd look at them later) and then meet Him in the conservatory. This was a little out of character because I usually modelled any new purchases of this sort for Him straight away. I placed my bags by the wardrobe, used the toilet then went straight to the conservatory.
The conservatory usually contained two two-seater water hyacinth sofas, an end table, coffee table and foot stool. One sofa remained against the right hand wall and a large portion of the remaining space was taken up by some sort of bench. I looked to Master for an explanation and He motioned with His hand for me to come to Him, so I went and stood beside Him. I reacted warmly to His touch as soon as His fingers made contact with my chest to unbutton my summer dress. He took His time with the buttons which ran to the waist of the dress and once He'd freed the last one He tenderly lifted my arms above my head and lifted the dress off over them. After placing my dress over the arm of the sofa He unclasped my strapless bra from behind and removed it, placing it on the sofa also. My nipples hardened in the cool air of the conservatory and Master rubbed them briefly with His thumbs before turning His attention to my underwear. He placed His hands on my hips and hooked His thumbs either side of my black lace briefs ensuring that His hands didn't leave my skin as He slowly dragged them down to my ankles. He was on His knees by this point and His hands closed around my ankles as He moved His head forward to place a kiss on my freshly shaven pussy. Lifting my feet one at a time He freed me of my panties, stood and placed them with the rest of my clothing.
He led me to the bench which had a square seat with a high back then two leg rests set out at an obtuse angle from the base of the seat - there were leather straps toward the ends of each leg rest. He turned me around by the shoulders and motioned for me to sit. From His pocket He produced my ball gag. On seeing it I opened my mouth without prompt from Him. Once the ball was placed in my mouth I closed it the small fraction I could to hold the gag in place as He fastened the strap at the back of my head. Moving around to the back of the chair I jumped a little as His hands touched the sides of my waist. Smoothing them up the side of my body I lifted my arms above my head again as He reached the sides of my breasts. His fingers traced their way up to my wrists until He held them both in one hand. I heard the familiar sound of chains then felt the smooth leather of my wrist cuffs close around each of my wrists in turn. Once fastened snugly in place I felt a pull as He lifted the chain to hook it to the top of the back of the chair. My body was, for the time being at least, comfortably stretched out.
He left the room and returned with an object that looked not unlike a bike seat - if the back of the seat had been squashed right down. He lifted me slightly off the seat with one arm and slotted the 'bike seat' into a hole that I'd not noticed in the chair. When I was lowered back down my pussy was pressed tightly against the raised part of the object. He took each of my legs one at a time by the ankles and placed them on the leg rests and strapped them in place. As He pulled my second leg up to rest the widening of my legs spread my pussy causing the object beneath me to slip even more snugly against my clit. Most of my body was cold but there was definitely a heat in my pussy by this point and if the room had been sweltering hot my nipples would have been no less hard. From the sofa He retrieved a set of my nipple clamps; they were the ones linked by a slim stainless steel chain. I groaned slightly as I felt each one bite down on my erect nipples. He was stood to the side of me and His hand reached down between my legs and I could feel His breath on my ear. My heart was hammering in my chest, I held my breath and could feel a slickness at my pussy as I waited to feel His hand.
"Have fun angel", He flicked a switch and the object beneath me came to life. I squealed into my gag as the vibrations hummed against my clit. I heard a couple of beeps as He altered the setting - He chose a steady rhythm of two quick pulses followed by a third which was three times as long. He told me He'd be back in a couple of hours, He wanted to be sure that I'd be warmed nicely before His return.
Sunday, 18 December 2011
The 'Bored' Room
I was in a world of my own; I’d zoned out about half an hour ago whilst Julian, the Director prattled on about new ways to save costs. It was the same thing every month from him at these meetings; as soon as he stood up to speak I could feel my eyes glaze over. Unintentionally, I let out an audible yawn which was quickly met by hushed laughter around the boardroom table.
“I’m sorry Felicity, am I boring you?”
“No Sir, I’m very sorry”, he glared at me for a second before continuing with his latest proposal.
I tried with great difficulty to appear interested and alert from that point on but my mind couldn’t help but wander. I’d never really taken notice of him properly before today. He was tall, around 6’4” I’d say with short dark hair and what looked to be brown eyes - it was difficult to tell from where I was sat without my glasses. He always wore a suit to work, that much I had noticed. Taking the time to actually look at him he was a nice looking man, it was a shame he was such a bore. I wondered what he was like outside work and whether he was married or lived with someone – poor woman/man. If he was anything like he was at work at home they either deserved a medal for putting up with him or they must be just as much of a bore. I watched as he took his seat and was grateful that Susan from Marketing followed him; I liked her she was funny and had a bit of life in her tone when she spoke. Every now and then I’d glance around the table and see him looking at me. What struck me as odd, was that when I caught him staring he didn’t quickly look away like most would, but continued glaring. He still looked annoyed with me and it was making me feel uneasy.
Twenty minutes later and we’d heard from Gary, the Operational Manager and the meeting was drawing to a close. Julian stood and started gathering his papers together.
"Well if there’s no other business that concludes our time here today, thank you all for attending. Felicity, if you could stay behind a moment please."
Just what I needed, to be on the Director's radar for the wrong bloody reason! He waited for the last person to leave then closed the door behind them and turned to me.
“Do you think me boring?” He walked to me as he asked the question.
“No, I’m terribly sorry about today. I had a late night last night is all Sir"
"You are a bad liar Felicity”, he edged closer to me and I stepped back and felt the edge of the boardroom table against the back of my thighs.
“I’m not lying, honestly", I tried my best to look sincere but it was difficult; when I lie I get a nervous smile.
"Do you think that I don’t notice the look of complete boredom on your face as soon as I start talking? Do you not think it rude to display such obvious disinterest when somebody’s speaking?” He was stood so close to me I instinctively leaned back slightly to increase the distance between us. I could smell his cologne mixed with the smell of alcohol on his breath (it was no secret that Julian enjoyed an extended lunch down the pub every Friday afternoon).
"I didn't mean to be rude, really. I don't know what else to say", his legs were touching my slightly bent knees.
"I believe you will have the urge to say 'please', 'thank you' and 'I stand corrected', in the very near future. I'm far from the bore you perceive me to be Felicity", I was taken by surprise when he leaned into me and kissed me.
I froze, I didn't know how to react. I should have been outraged but he was a great kisser and I quickly began to get lost in the kiss. I felt his hands on my ass as he lifted me onto the boardroom table. My legs parted as his hand kneaded my breast through my blouse; I was far too receptive of him for my liking but my body was beating my mind by a mile and, already at this point, I was hoping he'd fuck me. He leaned me back as we kissed until I was lying down. My hands ran over his broad back and shoulders as kissed and nibbled my ear and neck. As his lips and tongue traced a path toward my chest his fingers had magically worked open the buttons of my blouse without my notice. I told him to wait a second and he looked disappointed before I unclasped my bra at the front. He smiled, his eyes full of desire, then kissed me hard as his hands closed over my breasts. As he squeezed his palms rubbed against my sensitive nipples, his finger tips biting into the firm flesh of my breasts. He pushed them together and took my left nipple into his mouth. I gasped at the sensation as he sucked and teased my nipple. My back arched and my hand moved to the back of his head, my fingers running through his thick dark hair as his teeth grazed playfully over the tip of my nipple. His hands moved to my sides and ran down over my thighs to lift my skirt up over my hips. He rubbed my pussy through the lace of my red French knickers and I purred with delight as his fingers massaged my clit. I lifted my hips off the table to enable him to pull my underwear down. He completely removed them and placed them in his pocket.
He rubbed my clit again with his fingers; the feel of the warm, bare flesh of his fingers in contact with my pussy was heavenly and made me yearn to feel his cock. He slipped two of his fingers inside me; I hadn't realised how long his fingers were but they reached deep inside me. His thumb rubbed over my slippery clit as his fingers glided in and out of me. I squeezed at his fingers with my pussy and pinched and pulled on my nipples as he fucked me with his fingers. I moved my hips, pressing my pussy closer to his hand, moving myself on it as the pleasure intensified. My hands left my breasts and my fingers pressed into the table as I started to cum. I let out quite a loud groan and he placed his hand over my mouth quickly to muffle the noise.
"Shhh! You'll give the game away", he laughed.
His hand left my pussy and he pulled my legs up so that my ankles were resting against his shoulders. I still had that wonderful fluttery feeling from my orgasm as he turned his head and kissed me on the inside of my right ankle. I moved down the table in an attempt to make contact with his cock - it worked. I just about felt the tip make contact with the top of my pussy.
"Please", I almost whispered the plea. I hadn't needed to be fucked this badly in a long time.
"Not bored now?" He laughed and leaned forward causing more of his cock to press against me.
"Oh God no, definitely not bored"
He rubbed the tip of his cock up and down over my wet pussy then teased my clit with it until I was groaning and gasping again.
"Please fuck me Sir", I was desperately aching to feel his cock inside me.
"Being called Sir is always so much better when it comes from the mouth of a woman with her legs spread, waiting on my cock", his eyes were filled with lust as he moved his cock to the entrance of my pussy, then slowly slid inside me.
He played with my breasts as he started to fuck me. He moved slowly, like he had all the time in the world. His cock felt amazing inside my pussy and I felt a thrill each time his balls tapped against me as I took his entire length. He took hold of my ankles and pushed them toward the table as he fucked me harder. Before long my knees were up around my ears and he was fucking me feverishly. I started groaning again - I couldn't help myself, my g spot was being stroked fabulously by his cock. He pulled my legs back towards him and then pulled my left leg towards the right. Before I'd realised what was happening he had me flipped over onto my stomach and seamlessly continued to fuck me - one hand over my mouth and the other pressing down on my shoulder. I was glad of his hand over my mouth as I came this time; it was far more intense than the first. I dug my fingers into his arm, I couldn't take it. I needed him to stop, and at the same time, never wanted him to stop. He pulled out of me suddenly.
"Quick, sit on the table", his voice sounded husky with arousal.
My arms felt weak as I sat myself up just in time for him to release his load over my chest. I loved watching him as he came; the expression on his face, his hand holding his gorgeous cock - the cock that had given me such great pleasure just moments before. Watching him cum made me want to fuck him all over again.
"Mmm, your nipples look even more beautiful covered in my cum", he grinned and I smiled back at him.
He put his cock away then reached for my bra. He refastened my bra over my breasts, still wet with his cum, and started to button my blouse. He kissed me again as he did the last button up.
"Well? Do words still fail you?"
"I stand - weak in the knees I might add - most definitely, corrected", I grinned at him as he pulled my skirt back down and smoothed it over my thighs.
“I’m sorry Felicity, am I boring you?”
“No Sir, I’m very sorry”, he glared at me for a second before continuing with his latest proposal.
I tried with great difficulty to appear interested and alert from that point on but my mind couldn’t help but wander. I’d never really taken notice of him properly before today. He was tall, around 6’4” I’d say with short dark hair and what looked to be brown eyes - it was difficult to tell from where I was sat without my glasses. He always wore a suit to work, that much I had noticed. Taking the time to actually look at him he was a nice looking man, it was a shame he was such a bore. I wondered what he was like outside work and whether he was married or lived with someone – poor woman/man. If he was anything like he was at work at home they either deserved a medal for putting up with him or they must be just as much of a bore. I watched as he took his seat and was grateful that Susan from Marketing followed him; I liked her she was funny and had a bit of life in her tone when she spoke. Every now and then I’d glance around the table and see him looking at me. What struck me as odd, was that when I caught him staring he didn’t quickly look away like most would, but continued glaring. He still looked annoyed with me and it was making me feel uneasy.
Twenty minutes later and we’d heard from Gary, the Operational Manager and the meeting was drawing to a close. Julian stood and started gathering his papers together.
"Well if there’s no other business that concludes our time here today, thank you all for attending. Felicity, if you could stay behind a moment please."
Just what I needed, to be on the Director's radar for the wrong bloody reason! He waited for the last person to leave then closed the door behind them and turned to me.
“Do you think me boring?” He walked to me as he asked the question.
“No, I’m terribly sorry about today. I had a late night last night is all Sir"
"You are a bad liar Felicity”, he edged closer to me and I stepped back and felt the edge of the boardroom table against the back of my thighs.
“I’m not lying, honestly", I tried my best to look sincere but it was difficult; when I lie I get a nervous smile.
"Do you think that I don’t notice the look of complete boredom on your face as soon as I start talking? Do you not think it rude to display such obvious disinterest when somebody’s speaking?” He was stood so close to me I instinctively leaned back slightly to increase the distance between us. I could smell his cologne mixed with the smell of alcohol on his breath (it was no secret that Julian enjoyed an extended lunch down the pub every Friday afternoon).
"I didn't mean to be rude, really. I don't know what else to say", his legs were touching my slightly bent knees.
"I believe you will have the urge to say 'please', 'thank you' and 'I stand corrected', in the very near future. I'm far from the bore you perceive me to be Felicity", I was taken by surprise when he leaned into me and kissed me.
I froze, I didn't know how to react. I should have been outraged but he was a great kisser and I quickly began to get lost in the kiss. I felt his hands on my ass as he lifted me onto the boardroom table. My legs parted as his hand kneaded my breast through my blouse; I was far too receptive of him for my liking but my body was beating my mind by a mile and, already at this point, I was hoping he'd fuck me. He leaned me back as we kissed until I was lying down. My hands ran over his broad back and shoulders as kissed and nibbled my ear and neck. As his lips and tongue traced a path toward my chest his fingers had magically worked open the buttons of my blouse without my notice. I told him to wait a second and he looked disappointed before I unclasped my bra at the front. He smiled, his eyes full of desire, then kissed me hard as his hands closed over my breasts. As he squeezed his palms rubbed against my sensitive nipples, his finger tips biting into the firm flesh of my breasts. He pushed them together and took my left nipple into his mouth. I gasped at the sensation as he sucked and teased my nipple. My back arched and my hand moved to the back of his head, my fingers running through his thick dark hair as his teeth grazed playfully over the tip of my nipple. His hands moved to my sides and ran down over my thighs to lift my skirt up over my hips. He rubbed my pussy through the lace of my red French knickers and I purred with delight as his fingers massaged my clit. I lifted my hips off the table to enable him to pull my underwear down. He completely removed them and placed them in his pocket.
He rubbed my clit again with his fingers; the feel of the warm, bare flesh of his fingers in contact with my pussy was heavenly and made me yearn to feel his cock. He slipped two of his fingers inside me; I hadn't realised how long his fingers were but they reached deep inside me. His thumb rubbed over my slippery clit as his fingers glided in and out of me. I squeezed at his fingers with my pussy and pinched and pulled on my nipples as he fucked me with his fingers. I moved my hips, pressing my pussy closer to his hand, moving myself on it as the pleasure intensified. My hands left my breasts and my fingers pressed into the table as I started to cum. I let out quite a loud groan and he placed his hand over my mouth quickly to muffle the noise.
"Shhh! You'll give the game away", he laughed.
His hand left my pussy and he pulled my legs up so that my ankles were resting against his shoulders. I still had that wonderful fluttery feeling from my orgasm as he turned his head and kissed me on the inside of my right ankle. I moved down the table in an attempt to make contact with his cock - it worked. I just about felt the tip make contact with the top of my pussy.
"Please", I almost whispered the plea. I hadn't needed to be fucked this badly in a long time.
"Not bored now?" He laughed and leaned forward causing more of his cock to press against me.
"Oh God no, definitely not bored"
He rubbed the tip of his cock up and down over my wet pussy then teased my clit with it until I was groaning and gasping again.
"Please fuck me Sir", I was desperately aching to feel his cock inside me.
"Being called Sir is always so much better when it comes from the mouth of a woman with her legs spread, waiting on my cock", his eyes were filled with lust as he moved his cock to the entrance of my pussy, then slowly slid inside me.
He played with my breasts as he started to fuck me. He moved slowly, like he had all the time in the world. His cock felt amazing inside my pussy and I felt a thrill each time his balls tapped against me as I took his entire length. He took hold of my ankles and pushed them toward the table as he fucked me harder. Before long my knees were up around my ears and he was fucking me feverishly. I started groaning again - I couldn't help myself, my g spot was being stroked fabulously by his cock. He pulled my legs back towards him and then pulled my left leg towards the right. Before I'd realised what was happening he had me flipped over onto my stomach and seamlessly continued to fuck me - one hand over my mouth and the other pressing down on my shoulder. I was glad of his hand over my mouth as I came this time; it was far more intense than the first. I dug my fingers into his arm, I couldn't take it. I needed him to stop, and at the same time, never wanted him to stop. He pulled out of me suddenly.
"Quick, sit on the table", his voice sounded husky with arousal.
My arms felt weak as I sat myself up just in time for him to release his load over my chest. I loved watching him as he came; the expression on his face, his hand holding his gorgeous cock - the cock that had given me such great pleasure just moments before. Watching him cum made me want to fuck him all over again.
"Mmm, your nipples look even more beautiful covered in my cum", he grinned and I smiled back at him.
He put his cock away then reached for my bra. He refastened my bra over my breasts, still wet with his cum, and started to button my blouse. He kissed me again as he did the last button up.
"Well? Do words still fail you?"
"I stand - weak in the knees I might add - most definitely, corrected", I grinned at him as he pulled my skirt back down and smoothed it over my thighs.
Monday, 12 December 2011
Trouble at Work
Eleri started working as a waitress at The Brasserie two weeks ago. She was thoroughly enjoying it for the most part, with one exception. It was a family run business and the owner's son Phillipe was a lazy creep. He'd not done it to her yet but she'd witnessed him groping at the other waitresses as they passed him, seen him standing too closely behind them as he authorised transactions on the till, pressing himself into them. She tried to avoid him as much as possible when they were on the same shift together. That wasn't generally too difficult as he stood behind the bar drinking the profits for half of his shifts.
She noticed him take a handful of notes from the till and slip them into his pocket. He glanced in her direction and registered that she'd seen him take the money. She quickly looked away and made her way over to one of her tables. Later she was preparing a bill behind the bar for a customer when she felt a hand on her ass.
"Can I give you a hand Eleri?", he squeezed her ass as he said 'hand'.
She thought he was a completely obnoxious bastard and would have loved nothing more than to punch him in the face. She needed the job though, so instead she shifted away from his hand and told him that she was fine. Throughout the shift she would catch him staring at her from across the dining area. She went to the bar to fetch drinks for a table and he told her to come see him in the office when she had her break.
"Hi Phillipe, you wanted to see me?"
"Yes. Come in and close the door behind you", the office was small and felt cramped with two people inside. It was a small square space with space for a desk and a single filing cabinet, the wall space was completely taken up with shelf space.
She stood with her back to the door and waited for him to speak; he sat and blatantly eyed up her body, she folded her arms across her chest and looked at him impatiently.
"I'll get right to the point. If you say anything about my taking money from the till I will deny it and tell my father that I thought I saw you stealing from the till but didn't want to say anything until I was sure", the expression on his face had turned spiteful.
"But I would never do that!"
"And who do you think he'd believe, the new girl or his favourite son? I think we both know the answer to that question."
"Please, I won't mention it, you have my word. I really need this job right now", he looked at her thoughtfully for a moment.
"Hmm...how badly?"
"What?"
"How badly do you need your job? What's it worth for you to keep it?"
She was beginning to get a bad feeling and didn't like the way he was looking at her.
"I don't understand. I need this job to pay the rent, I'm struggling to make ends meet."
"I'm sorry to hear that. So, it's safe to say that you'll be more than happy to suck my cock if it meant that you could keep your job then?"
She stared at him open mouthed, unsure that she'd heard him correctly. He started rubbing his crotch and she knew then that she'd heard him perfectly well.
"No way am I doing that!"
"Fine, I guess I'll have to tell my father that I saw you taking from the till today then", he grinned wickedly at her, still tubing his crotch.
"Please don't do that. I can't do what you're asking...please, I haven't done anything wrong", she was crying and pleading desperately with him but he acted like he hadn't noticed.
"Take it or leave it honey, that's my offer and I'm not going to change my mind. Walk out that door and don't bother to come into tomorrow", he stopped rubbing his crotch and gestured to it open palmed offering it to her.
"Okay", she mumbled eventually. She looked and felt defeated.
"I always knew you were smart. Best get to it then, we've been in here a while already, people will start to wonder where you got to if you're late back from your break."
Reluctantly she got to her knees in front of him; he unzipped his trousers and pulled his cock out through the gap of the opened zip.
"Come on honey, don't be shy. I bet you're a great cock sucker. I can't wait to see those nice full lips of yours wrapped around my cock", he winked at her and signalled for her to move closer to him with his right hand. His left hand was stroking his already hard cock.
She shuffled forward until she was between his knees and looked at him, hoping that he'd come to his senses before it went too far.
"I'm waiting", he sounded like he was beginning to lose patience.
A tear rolled down her cheek as she lowered her head towards his lap. She swallowed back a sob as the tip of his cock entered her mouth but as it slid in further she couldn't control herself and the next sob was muffled by his cock.
"Come on get on with it. I'm not bothered by your crying, in fact it feels good when you moan on my cock like that"
She thought he was a sick bastard and was determined from that point on not to get upset. She didn't want him to get any extra kicks out of it. She started sucking his length, taking it deep into her mouth and teasing it with her tongue every now and then. She started putting a lot of effort into it - not because she enjoyed it but because she wanted him to finish quickly.
"Mmm fuck! You suck like a pro; I bet you're a dirty little bitch behind closed doors aren't you?"
He grabbed her hair and pulled her off his cock. He rubbed the head of his cock over her lips.
"Oh, those are the lips of a real slut. The first thing I noticed about you were your lips...then your tits of course, you've got some nice tits; show them to me."
"But that's not what we agreed!"
"Darling we didn't agree anything other than the fact that you want to keep your job. Now stop wasting time arguing and do as I tell you - show them to me, now."
She glared at him as she unbuttoned her blouse. He let go of her hair to lift her breasts out of the cups of her bra.
"They're even better than I'd imagined. Now ask me if you can suck my cock some more", he was smiling cruelly at her and she could tell that the power trip he'd been on had increased ten fold in the past couple of minutes - she was in real trouble.
"Please can I suck your cock again?" She mumbled. She felt completely humiliated, more so than she had done earlier.
"I didn't hear that very well slut. Try again but this time look at me when you're asking for my cock."
She took a deep breath and asked again.
"Please can I suck on your cock again?" She looked him directly in the eyes as she asked.
"Good slut, sure you can."
As she lowered her head towards his cock he grabbed her hair and stopped her.
"Aren't you going to say thank you first?"
"Thank you", she could not believe how much of a complete bastard he was being. As if making her suck him off in the first place wasn't bad enough!
He pushed her head down and as she closed her mouth over his cock he held her hair in his fist and used his other hand to grope her breast. Much to her disgust she felt her nipples reacting to his touch and as he twisted and pulled at them they wen't the only thing to react.
Her head was yanked back off him and he sat for a moment fiddling with her nipple taking a break to control himself - he wasn't ready to finish things yet.
"Get up and take off your underwear"
"What, why?" She asked sounding panicked.
"Because I'd rather not fuck you with them still on that's why."
"No, definitely not. You can stick your job, I don't need it THAT badly!"
She stood up and turned to leave the office appalled that she'd played along with things as far as she had. As she started to button her blouse he pushed her against the filing cabinet. His hand closed over her mouth and he used his body weight to press her against the cabinet so that she couldn't escape him.
"Fine, I'll fuck you while you're still wearing them", he used his free hand to hike up her skirt.
She struggled to wriggle from beneath him but it was no good he was too heavy and had her pinned so hard that she struggled to breathe comfortably.
"Not a sound", he warned before removing his hand from her mouth to pull her knickers aside. He kicked at her foot to spread her legs wider then she felt the tip of his cock probing for the entrance to her pussy. She squeezed her eyes shut tight and wished that someone would walk in before it was too late. She felt him push his way inside her and her heart sank.
"Mmm, nice and tight", he started moving inside her using slow, hard thrusts - each one knocking her against the cabinet, she could feel the handles biting into her flesh.
"Such a dirty little slut getting fucked at work. You love it don't you? Feel how easily my cock is sliding in and out of your wet pussy, I hadn't even touched it. Do you get that wet every time you suck cock?"
She tried to block him out as he whispered in her ear; she didn't understand how her body could betray her like that. She didn't want to react to him in this way but seemed to have no control over the way her own body reacted. His thrusts became faster and he stopped talking as he concentrated on bringing on his orgasm. He gave a final hard thrust and groaned in her ear as he came inside her. She could feel his cum being released inside her and despite herself felt a little satisfaction that she'd brought on his pleasure. She tried to shake the feeling immediately. He remained slumped against her for a while before pulling out. He put his cock away and told her to tidy herself up.
"What do you say my little slut?"
"...thank you?" She asked hesitantly.
"You are very welcome. Now back to work, your break was over five minutes ago."
She noticed him take a handful of notes from the till and slip them into his pocket. He glanced in her direction and registered that she'd seen him take the money. She quickly looked away and made her way over to one of her tables. Later she was preparing a bill behind the bar for a customer when she felt a hand on her ass.
"Can I give you a hand Eleri?", he squeezed her ass as he said 'hand'.
She thought he was a completely obnoxious bastard and would have loved nothing more than to punch him in the face. She needed the job though, so instead she shifted away from his hand and told him that she was fine. Throughout the shift she would catch him staring at her from across the dining area. She went to the bar to fetch drinks for a table and he told her to come see him in the office when she had her break.
"Hi Phillipe, you wanted to see me?"
"Yes. Come in and close the door behind you", the office was small and felt cramped with two people inside. It was a small square space with space for a desk and a single filing cabinet, the wall space was completely taken up with shelf space.
She stood with her back to the door and waited for him to speak; he sat and blatantly eyed up her body, she folded her arms across her chest and looked at him impatiently.
"I'll get right to the point. If you say anything about my taking money from the till I will deny it and tell my father that I thought I saw you stealing from the till but didn't want to say anything until I was sure", the expression on his face had turned spiteful.
"But I would never do that!"
"And who do you think he'd believe, the new girl or his favourite son? I think we both know the answer to that question."
"Please, I won't mention it, you have my word. I really need this job right now", he looked at her thoughtfully for a moment.
"Hmm...how badly?"
"What?"
"How badly do you need your job? What's it worth for you to keep it?"
She was beginning to get a bad feeling and didn't like the way he was looking at her.
"I don't understand. I need this job to pay the rent, I'm struggling to make ends meet."
"I'm sorry to hear that. So, it's safe to say that you'll be more than happy to suck my cock if it meant that you could keep your job then?"
She stared at him open mouthed, unsure that she'd heard him correctly. He started rubbing his crotch and she knew then that she'd heard him perfectly well.
"No way am I doing that!"
"Fine, I guess I'll have to tell my father that I saw you taking from the till today then", he grinned wickedly at her, still tubing his crotch.
"Please don't do that. I can't do what you're asking...please, I haven't done anything wrong", she was crying and pleading desperately with him but he acted like he hadn't noticed.
"Take it or leave it honey, that's my offer and I'm not going to change my mind. Walk out that door and don't bother to come into tomorrow", he stopped rubbing his crotch and gestured to it open palmed offering it to her.
"Okay", she mumbled eventually. She looked and felt defeated.
"I always knew you were smart. Best get to it then, we've been in here a while already, people will start to wonder where you got to if you're late back from your break."
Reluctantly she got to her knees in front of him; he unzipped his trousers and pulled his cock out through the gap of the opened zip.
"Come on honey, don't be shy. I bet you're a great cock sucker. I can't wait to see those nice full lips of yours wrapped around my cock", he winked at her and signalled for her to move closer to him with his right hand. His left hand was stroking his already hard cock.
She shuffled forward until she was between his knees and looked at him, hoping that he'd come to his senses before it went too far.
"I'm waiting", he sounded like he was beginning to lose patience.
A tear rolled down her cheek as she lowered her head towards his lap. She swallowed back a sob as the tip of his cock entered her mouth but as it slid in further she couldn't control herself and the next sob was muffled by his cock.
"Come on get on with it. I'm not bothered by your crying, in fact it feels good when you moan on my cock like that"
She thought he was a sick bastard and was determined from that point on not to get upset. She didn't want him to get any extra kicks out of it. She started sucking his length, taking it deep into her mouth and teasing it with her tongue every now and then. She started putting a lot of effort into it - not because she enjoyed it but because she wanted him to finish quickly.
"Mmm fuck! You suck like a pro; I bet you're a dirty little bitch behind closed doors aren't you?"
He grabbed her hair and pulled her off his cock. He rubbed the head of his cock over her lips.
"Oh, those are the lips of a real slut. The first thing I noticed about you were your lips...then your tits of course, you've got some nice tits; show them to me."
"But that's not what we agreed!"
"Darling we didn't agree anything other than the fact that you want to keep your job. Now stop wasting time arguing and do as I tell you - show them to me, now."
She glared at him as she unbuttoned her blouse. He let go of her hair to lift her breasts out of the cups of her bra.
"They're even better than I'd imagined. Now ask me if you can suck my cock some more", he was smiling cruelly at her and she could tell that the power trip he'd been on had increased ten fold in the past couple of minutes - she was in real trouble.
"Please can I suck your cock again?" She mumbled. She felt completely humiliated, more so than she had done earlier.
"I didn't hear that very well slut. Try again but this time look at me when you're asking for my cock."
She took a deep breath and asked again.
"Please can I suck on your cock again?" She looked him directly in the eyes as she asked.
"Good slut, sure you can."
As she lowered her head towards his cock he grabbed her hair and stopped her.
"Aren't you going to say thank you first?"
"Thank you", she could not believe how much of a complete bastard he was being. As if making her suck him off in the first place wasn't bad enough!
He pushed her head down and as she closed her mouth over his cock he held her hair in his fist and used his other hand to grope her breast. Much to her disgust she felt her nipples reacting to his touch and as he twisted and pulled at them they wen't the only thing to react.
Her head was yanked back off him and he sat for a moment fiddling with her nipple taking a break to control himself - he wasn't ready to finish things yet.
"Get up and take off your underwear"
"What, why?" She asked sounding panicked.
"Because I'd rather not fuck you with them still on that's why."
"No, definitely not. You can stick your job, I don't need it THAT badly!"
She stood up and turned to leave the office appalled that she'd played along with things as far as she had. As she started to button her blouse he pushed her against the filing cabinet. His hand closed over her mouth and he used his body weight to press her against the cabinet so that she couldn't escape him.
"Fine, I'll fuck you while you're still wearing them", he used his free hand to hike up her skirt.
She struggled to wriggle from beneath him but it was no good he was too heavy and had her pinned so hard that she struggled to breathe comfortably.
"Not a sound", he warned before removing his hand from her mouth to pull her knickers aside. He kicked at her foot to spread her legs wider then she felt the tip of his cock probing for the entrance to her pussy. She squeezed her eyes shut tight and wished that someone would walk in before it was too late. She felt him push his way inside her and her heart sank.
"Mmm, nice and tight", he started moving inside her using slow, hard thrusts - each one knocking her against the cabinet, she could feel the handles biting into her flesh.
"Such a dirty little slut getting fucked at work. You love it don't you? Feel how easily my cock is sliding in and out of your wet pussy, I hadn't even touched it. Do you get that wet every time you suck cock?"
She tried to block him out as he whispered in her ear; she didn't understand how her body could betray her like that. She didn't want to react to him in this way but seemed to have no control over the way her own body reacted. His thrusts became faster and he stopped talking as he concentrated on bringing on his orgasm. He gave a final hard thrust and groaned in her ear as he came inside her. She could feel his cum being released inside her and despite herself felt a little satisfaction that she'd brought on his pleasure. She tried to shake the feeling immediately. He remained slumped against her for a while before pulling out. He put his cock away and told her to tidy herself up.
"What do you say my little slut?"
"...thank you?" She asked hesitantly.
"You are very welcome. Now back to work, your break was over five minutes ago."
Wednesday, 7 December 2011
His Last Thought
Heat radiating from my ass as I remain bent over the chair in the hotel room after having received the belt. My pussy throbs awaiting the inevitable and welcome invasion of His cock. I can feel my wetness on my inner thigh; He knows all the right things to say to drive me wild as He slaps and straps my ass. My arms and legs are trembling with effort of remaining in position - on tip toes, bent over the back of the chair, hands holding the front legs just below the seat.
He instructs me to turn around and kneel down and I assume that this is in preparation to suck His cock. I get on my knees, fold my arms behind my back and look at Him on His instruction. I absorb as much as I can of Him with my eyes and a hint of a smile plays on my face. I watch as He slowly strokes His cock a couple of feet away from me. I silently urged Him to come closer, to let me take over for Him with my hand or mouth - I wasn't fussy so long as I got to touch His cock. My pussy starts throbbing as He remains in place, His eyes focused intently on my body as He pleasures Himself.
He approaches me and I feel my heart race faster. His hand in my hair holding the back of my head as I look up at Him, His cock inches from my face. A smile of pleasure on His face, our eyes lock and my stomach swirls with arousal. His hand pumps on His cock a little faster. His eyes close a second before I feel His hot and sticky cum land on my cheek. A second shot hits my lips and chin and my tongue sweeps over my lips to clean them; I never tire of that taste.
He instructs me to turn around and kneel down and I assume that this is in preparation to suck His cock. I get on my knees, fold my arms behind my back and look at Him on His instruction. I absorb as much as I can of Him with my eyes and a hint of a smile plays on my face. I watch as He slowly strokes His cock a couple of feet away from me. I silently urged Him to come closer, to let me take over for Him with my hand or mouth - I wasn't fussy so long as I got to touch His cock. My pussy starts throbbing as He remains in place, His eyes focused intently on my body as He pleasures Himself.
He approaches me and I feel my heart race faster. His hand in my hair holding the back of my head as I look up at Him, His cock inches from my face. A smile of pleasure on His face, our eyes lock and my stomach swirls with arousal. His hand pumps on His cock a little faster. His eyes close a second before I feel His hot and sticky cum land on my cheek. A second shot hits my lips and chin and my tongue sweeps over my lips to clean them; I never tire of that taste.
Saturday, 3 December 2011
The Noisy Toy
I'd purchased a new toy, it was one of those vibrating eggs with the remote control and varying vibration speeds. Master had pre approved the toy and told me that the egg was mine, the remote control His. I'd had it almost two weeks and still hadn't taken it out of the packaging; this was really frustrating because I like to try out my new stuff as soon as I get it. I was beginning to think that Master had forgotten about my new toy - I should have known better. I was speaking to Him on the phone a few days ago (He was away on business) when He told me to take out my new toy.
I was very excited and quickly removed the toy from the packaging, gave it a wash and inserted the batteries into the remote control. I returned to the phone and told Master that the toy was ready.
"Are you naked?"
"No Master, I have my robe on it's cold today"
"Take it off, you'll soon warm up", I slipped out of my robe and stood next to the bed, my nipples stiffened in reaction to the cold air.
"It's off"
"Good. You may insert the toy now", with one foot up on the bed I slowly inserted the egg. I didn't need to use any lubricant, I was already wet.
I pushed it inside until it was nestled in the right spot then told Him that it was in place.
"Remind me again what the settings are pet"
"Well Master, there are three vibration speeds then there is a gradually building one and a pulsing one"
"Excellent. So set it to the slowest vibration first then; I shall try them all with you this morning but you are not permitted to cum angel, this is merely a trial session"
"Okay Master", I pressed the button for the setting He'd chosen.
The first thing that registered was how powerful the vibrations felt initially. My second thought was how surprisingly audible the thing was. The purpose of the toy was to be used whilst I was out and about - the only place I could use it discretely would be at a concert! I voiced my thoughts to Him.
"Hmm, that could be problematic. Next setting up please", I pressed the button on the remote control and moments later I could hear Him laughing.
"Why are you laughing", I smiled enjoying the sound.
"I think I can hear it vibrating"
"See, I told You; it's really quite loud! I wondered if it seemed louder to me because it was inside me but obviously not"
"I can only just hear it. I noticed the change in sound when you changed the setting. Ok, next one", I set it to the highest vibration and closed my eyes for a moment enjoying the sensation.
"I need to make a call so you get yourself in the shower. Switch the setting to that gradual one, I fear if I keep it on that fast one you may not last until I call you back and that would be a very bad start to the day", I said goodbye and went to shower.
Even in through the sound of the water from the shower I could hear it vibrating inside me. I tried experimenting by squeezing it to see if that reduced the sound; it didn't. Also, squeezing it just increased it's effectiveness so I quickly stopped doing that. By the time I'd showered and dried myself I was really enjoying my new toy but beginning to worry that if Master didn't call back soon I was going to be in a bit of difficulty. Thankfully the phone rang moments later.
"Next setting", I pressed the button for the pulsing setting.
"Oh, I can hear that one more clearly", I could hear the grin in His voice and it made me smile.
He gave me permission to dress because he didn't want me to be late for work (I work part-time and I'm studying to become a nurse part-time too). We chatted while I was getting ready and I described how I was feeling as the effects of the toy quickly commanded my attention; body and mind. Just as I was about to pour myself a coffee I gripped the kitchen work top and asked Him if we could please turn it off as I wasn't sure how much more I could take. Surprisingly He said that was fine and told me to remove the toy before I left for work. I made a joke about that one being saved for home use only and said goodbye.
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Yesterday morning He had to leave the house very early for work so I didn't see Him when I woke up. I went to the bathroom and there was a sticky note stuck to the mirror that read
Angel, wear your new toy today - I'll be in touch X
I'd told him the night before that I had to go to the library that day to get some studying in and finish my assignment as the hand in date was in two days time. I figured He must have forgotten so I sent Him a quick text to remind Him that I was spending the day at the library. I received an immediate reply:
I know
I began to feel panicked - everyone was going to hear it if He used it while I was in the library. I got showered then put the toy in place - despite my worry I was wet. Once dressed I made sure I'd packed the remote control in my bag, poured a coffee into my travel mug and left the house.
He called just as I was turning the corner to the library.
"Did you see my note pet?"
"I did Master"
"Where are you now?"
"I'm just walking up to the library"
"Good stuff, I'll let you get settled then. Keep your phone in view, I'll be texting you at some point"
"Do I have permission to cum today Master?"
"Oh, I insist that you do", I registered just how embarrassed I was going to feel at some point today, took a deep breath and accepted the fact.
The study area in the library seated approximately 40 people. There were 5 rows of 8 partitioned desks. Much to my annoyance I was too late to get one of the desks on the far end rows which meant that wherever I chose to sit I would be surrounded by people, front and back once it got a bit busier. I reluctantly found myself a spot and got my books and notebook out ready to set to work. I couldn't concentrate knowing that at some point He was going to contact me and tell me to switch on the toy...or maybe He wouldn't and it was all just a mind game to get me worried; He likes it when I get myself all worked up about things. I knew that the chances on it being a bluff were slim to none though.
I'd placed my phone next to my notebook so that I'd notice quickly if I had a message. Sure enough twenty minutes later the red light was flashing. I picked up the phone and saw that one message from Master was waiting to be opened. My hands shaking I opened the message:
The fastest constant vibration setting - now.
I pressed the relevant button on the remote control which I had hidden discretely under one of my text books. It seemed to me that the sound immediately flooded the air in the study area. I felt heat rise in my cheeks - I wanted the ground to open and swallow me. I casually glanced around; a couple of people in the immediate area had glanced over their shoulders briefly to try and establish what/where the noise was coming from but there were no eyes staring straight at me. I relaxed a little and allowed to the pleasurable sensation of the vibrations on my g spot to sink in. I tried to get a bit of reading done but after reading the same sentence 6 times and still having no idea of what I'd read I gave up and decided to search the web for some journals. The red light was flashing again:
Gradual setting...
I pressed the button. The change in sound registered with my surrounding company. Peoople were stirring around me, I could tell that they were wondering where the noise was coming from. I pretended to be confused by the noise too, frowning as though annoyed at the disruption to my concentration. Inside I was dying with embarrassment though my pussy betrayed any discomfort I felt at the situation. I could feel the obvious wetness between my legs increasing with every new burst of gradually intensifying vibrations. If only I could have squeezed the egg hard enough to make it stop. I pretended to give up trying to pin point the source of the strange noise and returned my gaze to the screen once again. My nipples had stiffened as I stared blankly at the computer, my mind focused on the wonderful vibrations. The red light catches my attention again:
I want the pulsing setting now. It is to remain on this setting until you cum, you may switch it off once you have. Let me know when you do.
On the press of the button the pulsing began and so did the new rhythm of sound. I was afraid to look around at that point, scared that my arousal would be blatant in my face. That setting was definitely the most effective of them all. I focused hard on the screen as deep inside me the relentless pulsing vibrations continued spurring on my inevitable orgasm. My hands grasped the sides of the seat of the chair and squeezed until my knuckles turned white as I fought to control my breathing and keep the expression on my face straight as the walls of my pussy spasmed again and again. My orgasm was strong and my underwear soaked. As soon as I felt it begin to subside I grabbed the remote control and pressed the off button. I sank back in my chair relieved that it was over and took a moment to enjoy the final gentle ripples of pleasure that were still fading off. I picked up my phone and text Master to tell Him that I'd had an orgasm. He replied 10 minutes later:
You need to concentrate on your work so that's the end of play time until we're home. Enjoy your day angel.
I was very excited and quickly removed the toy from the packaging, gave it a wash and inserted the batteries into the remote control. I returned to the phone and told Master that the toy was ready.
"Are you naked?"
"No Master, I have my robe on it's cold today"
"Take it off, you'll soon warm up", I slipped out of my robe and stood next to the bed, my nipples stiffened in reaction to the cold air.
"It's off"
"Good. You may insert the toy now", with one foot up on the bed I slowly inserted the egg. I didn't need to use any lubricant, I was already wet.
I pushed it inside until it was nestled in the right spot then told Him that it was in place.
"Remind me again what the settings are pet"
"Well Master, there are three vibration speeds then there is a gradually building one and a pulsing one"
"Excellent. So set it to the slowest vibration first then; I shall try them all with you this morning but you are not permitted to cum angel, this is merely a trial session"
"Okay Master", I pressed the button for the setting He'd chosen.
The first thing that registered was how powerful the vibrations felt initially. My second thought was how surprisingly audible the thing was. The purpose of the toy was to be used whilst I was out and about - the only place I could use it discretely would be at a concert! I voiced my thoughts to Him.
"Hmm, that could be problematic. Next setting up please", I pressed the button on the remote control and moments later I could hear Him laughing.
"Why are you laughing", I smiled enjoying the sound.
"I think I can hear it vibrating"
"See, I told You; it's really quite loud! I wondered if it seemed louder to me because it was inside me but obviously not"
"I can only just hear it. I noticed the change in sound when you changed the setting. Ok, next one", I set it to the highest vibration and closed my eyes for a moment enjoying the sensation.
"I need to make a call so you get yourself in the shower. Switch the setting to that gradual one, I fear if I keep it on that fast one you may not last until I call you back and that would be a very bad start to the day", I said goodbye and went to shower.
Even in through the sound of the water from the shower I could hear it vibrating inside me. I tried experimenting by squeezing it to see if that reduced the sound; it didn't. Also, squeezing it just increased it's effectiveness so I quickly stopped doing that. By the time I'd showered and dried myself I was really enjoying my new toy but beginning to worry that if Master didn't call back soon I was going to be in a bit of difficulty. Thankfully the phone rang moments later.
"Next setting", I pressed the button for the pulsing setting.
"Oh, I can hear that one more clearly", I could hear the grin in His voice and it made me smile.
He gave me permission to dress because he didn't want me to be late for work (I work part-time and I'm studying to become a nurse part-time too). We chatted while I was getting ready and I described how I was feeling as the effects of the toy quickly commanded my attention; body and mind. Just as I was about to pour myself a coffee I gripped the kitchen work top and asked Him if we could please turn it off as I wasn't sure how much more I could take. Surprisingly He said that was fine and told me to remove the toy before I left for work. I made a joke about that one being saved for home use only and said goodbye.
*******************
Yesterday morning He had to leave the house very early for work so I didn't see Him when I woke up. I went to the bathroom and there was a sticky note stuck to the mirror that read
Angel, wear your new toy today - I'll be in touch X
I'd told him the night before that I had to go to the library that day to get some studying in and finish my assignment as the hand in date was in two days time. I figured He must have forgotten so I sent Him a quick text to remind Him that I was spending the day at the library. I received an immediate reply:
I know
I began to feel panicked - everyone was going to hear it if He used it while I was in the library. I got showered then put the toy in place - despite my worry I was wet. Once dressed I made sure I'd packed the remote control in my bag, poured a coffee into my travel mug and left the house.
He called just as I was turning the corner to the library.
"Did you see my note pet?"
"I did Master"
"Where are you now?"
"I'm just walking up to the library"
"Good stuff, I'll let you get settled then. Keep your phone in view, I'll be texting you at some point"
"Do I have permission to cum today Master?"
"Oh, I insist that you do", I registered just how embarrassed I was going to feel at some point today, took a deep breath and accepted the fact.
The study area in the library seated approximately 40 people. There were 5 rows of 8 partitioned desks. Much to my annoyance I was too late to get one of the desks on the far end rows which meant that wherever I chose to sit I would be surrounded by people, front and back once it got a bit busier. I reluctantly found myself a spot and got my books and notebook out ready to set to work. I couldn't concentrate knowing that at some point He was going to contact me and tell me to switch on the toy...or maybe He wouldn't and it was all just a mind game to get me worried; He likes it when I get myself all worked up about things. I knew that the chances on it being a bluff were slim to none though.
I'd placed my phone next to my notebook so that I'd notice quickly if I had a message. Sure enough twenty minutes later the red light was flashing. I picked up the phone and saw that one message from Master was waiting to be opened. My hands shaking I opened the message:
The fastest constant vibration setting - now.
I pressed the relevant button on the remote control which I had hidden discretely under one of my text books. It seemed to me that the sound immediately flooded the air in the study area. I felt heat rise in my cheeks - I wanted the ground to open and swallow me. I casually glanced around; a couple of people in the immediate area had glanced over their shoulders briefly to try and establish what/where the noise was coming from but there were no eyes staring straight at me. I relaxed a little and allowed to the pleasurable sensation of the vibrations on my g spot to sink in. I tried to get a bit of reading done but after reading the same sentence 6 times and still having no idea of what I'd read I gave up and decided to search the web for some journals. The red light was flashing again:
Gradual setting...
I pressed the button. The change in sound registered with my surrounding company. Peoople were stirring around me, I could tell that they were wondering where the noise was coming from. I pretended to be confused by the noise too, frowning as though annoyed at the disruption to my concentration. Inside I was dying with embarrassment though my pussy betrayed any discomfort I felt at the situation. I could feel the obvious wetness between my legs increasing with every new burst of gradually intensifying vibrations. If only I could have squeezed the egg hard enough to make it stop. I pretended to give up trying to pin point the source of the strange noise and returned my gaze to the screen once again. My nipples had stiffened as I stared blankly at the computer, my mind focused on the wonderful vibrations. The red light catches my attention again:
I want the pulsing setting now. It is to remain on this setting until you cum, you may switch it off once you have. Let me know when you do.
On the press of the button the pulsing began and so did the new rhythm of sound. I was afraid to look around at that point, scared that my arousal would be blatant in my face. That setting was definitely the most effective of them all. I focused hard on the screen as deep inside me the relentless pulsing vibrations continued spurring on my inevitable orgasm. My hands grasped the sides of the seat of the chair and squeezed until my knuckles turned white as I fought to control my breathing and keep the expression on my face straight as the walls of my pussy spasmed again and again. My orgasm was strong and my underwear soaked. As soon as I felt it begin to subside I grabbed the remote control and pressed the off button. I sank back in my chair relieved that it was over and took a moment to enjoy the final gentle ripples of pleasure that were still fading off. I picked up my phone and text Master to tell Him that I'd had an orgasm. He replied 10 minutes later:
You need to concentrate on your work so that's the end of play time until we're home. Enjoy your day angel.
Thursday, 1 December 2011
Dear...
It's been four weeks to the day since I saw you last...four weeks too long in my opinion. The bruises on my breasts and inner thighs have long since faded. My body aches all over with a desperation for your touch.
This morning as I laid in my bed I thought of you. As it's forbidden, I didn't touch myself; thoughts of you were enough to heighten my arousal. I thought about how different my morning would have been if I'd woken up next to you. How a sleepy smile would have spread across my face as I woke to your cock twitching against my ass. How your lips lightly kissing the side of my neck always sends a shiver down my spine causing my ass to wriggle a little against your stirring cock. I sighed to myself as I recalled how safe I always feel with your arm draped over me, my back pressed against your body, your hand cupping my breast. You always know that I'm awake before I've spoken a word and when you whisper 'Good morning baby', your lips so close to my ear that they brush against it as you speak, my heart skips a beat.
As I reminisce my pussy is stirring; obviously it's not forgotten the way your fingers caress it, inside and out. The way they sensuously tickle the soft, smooth skin of the crease between my thigh and my pussy. I can't wait to feel your hand between my legs again; your finger and thumb clamped over my clit torturing and teasing it. I miss the excitement that I feel when you shift behind me and move the head of your cock to the entrance of my pussy. As you pause and hold it there to tease me our little game ensues - I move my hips trying to slide myself onto your length; you move yours, keeping your cock just enough out of reach. It's always such a wonderful relief when you finally stop teasing and I feel you slowly enter me. I shiver again when your hot breath hits my ear as you exhale in satisfaction - your cock enveloped completely by my welcoming pussy. Slow and sensual, heated and charged we move together until we're both trembling as our climax builds.
I so desperately need a release. I want to feel your cock twitching inside my pussy, your fingers digging into the flesh of my thigh, your teeth biting down on my shoulder as an orgasm ripples through my body. I want to lie in your arms and drift off to sleep again, your cock still inside.
'Just six weeks' you said before you left; each day is an eternity to me. Each day my body feels starved of pleasure, of passion and sweet pain. As I begin the count down of the remaining 14 days I look forward to December 15th. I shall be in the hallway in position waiting for you.
Yours...
Xxx
This morning as I laid in my bed I thought of you. As it's forbidden, I didn't touch myself; thoughts of you were enough to heighten my arousal. I thought about how different my morning would have been if I'd woken up next to you. How a sleepy smile would have spread across my face as I woke to your cock twitching against my ass. How your lips lightly kissing the side of my neck always sends a shiver down my spine causing my ass to wriggle a little against your stirring cock. I sighed to myself as I recalled how safe I always feel with your arm draped over me, my back pressed against your body, your hand cupping my breast. You always know that I'm awake before I've spoken a word and when you whisper 'Good morning baby', your lips so close to my ear that they brush against it as you speak, my heart skips a beat.
As I reminisce my pussy is stirring; obviously it's not forgotten the way your fingers caress it, inside and out. The way they sensuously tickle the soft, smooth skin of the crease between my thigh and my pussy. I can't wait to feel your hand between my legs again; your finger and thumb clamped over my clit torturing and teasing it. I miss the excitement that I feel when you shift behind me and move the head of your cock to the entrance of my pussy. As you pause and hold it there to tease me our little game ensues - I move my hips trying to slide myself onto your length; you move yours, keeping your cock just enough out of reach. It's always such a wonderful relief when you finally stop teasing and I feel you slowly enter me. I shiver again when your hot breath hits my ear as you exhale in satisfaction - your cock enveloped completely by my welcoming pussy. Slow and sensual, heated and charged we move together until we're both trembling as our climax builds.
I so desperately need a release. I want to feel your cock twitching inside my pussy, your fingers digging into the flesh of my thigh, your teeth biting down on my shoulder as an orgasm ripples through my body. I want to lie in your arms and drift off to sleep again, your cock still inside.
'Just six weeks' you said before you left; each day is an eternity to me. Each day my body feels starved of pleasure, of passion and sweet pain. As I begin the count down of the remaining 14 days I look forward to December 15th. I shall be in the hallway in position waiting for you.
Yours...
Xxx
Monday, 28 November 2011
The Assessment
Sabrina
Thank you for your report, it was...very interesting. There were however, a few areas of concern that I'd like to address. Please report to my office by 9.30am and have my calls held until 11.00am.
**********
Part of me was nervous about the points that he wanted to address and part of me was immediately defensive. What on earth could be his problem? Those clients wouldn't have gotten better treatment anywhere else! I'd certainly put money on the fact that they wouldn't have gotten blow jobs and the likes! I finished what I was doing and went to his office.
"You wanted to see me Sir?"
"Yes, come in. Please, close the door and draw the blinds"
I did as I was told and took a seat opposite him. He looked great in his charcoal suit
"I'm concerned that your treatment of our guests may not have been up to an acceptable standard", he walked around to the front of his desk and perched on the edge, inches away from me.
He unfastened his belt and trousers.
"Show me how you stroked Mr Venton's cock Sabrina", I stood and slipped my hand inside his boxers.
His cock was hard already, my report had obviously had quite an effect on him. His cock felt great in my hand as I stroked it in the same steady rhythm that I'd used last night. I'd not laid eyes or anything else for that matter on his cock since our last business trip. I'd not realised how much I'd missed it until now. Mr Marcs had unbuttoned my blouse completely and lifted my breasts out of the cups in my bra. He was playing with my nipples as my hand slid up and down the length of his cock.
"I realise that you had Jase cumming in his pants my dear but I have a couple of other things to clarify before we get to that.
He told me to lie across the desk on my side as I had done in the cab last night.
"I want you to suck my cock exactly like you sucked his."
I positioned myself across his lap as I'd been over Mr Childs and took his cock in my mouth. He was bigger than Mr Childs and I loved to suck his cock. I was tempted to put in a little extra, use some of my other tricks that I'd not used last night but if he realised that I was doing that I'd be in big trouble.
"Didn't you take him deep in your throat like I know you can?", his hands push my head down forcing him deeper. I shook my head under his hands to tell him that I hadn't; his cock lodged in my throat.
"Tut tut Sabrina, you were supposed to be trying to impress!"
I teased his balls with my tongue while I waited for him to release his grip.
"See dirty girl, he would have loved some of that", he groaned and lifted his hands allowing me to move on him.
A little while longer he gripped my hair and told me to stop. I sat up and he told me to go and stand against the wall with my back to him. He told me to lift my skirt up around my waist before I walked to the wall and to make sure it stayed up once I was there.
I heard him approach me slowly...he kissed my neck as Mr Venton had last night then pulled my underwear to the side before pushing his cock most of the way into my wet pussy.
"Did his cock fill you like mine does as he fucked you?", he whispered in my ear.
"No Sir", I gasp as the head of his cock hits my cervix, my pussy completely full.
"You said he thrust into you, knocked you into the door with each thrust", he was fucking me with hard determined thrusts.
"Harder, he fucked me h-harder Sir!"
It wasn't exactly truthful but I didn't care at this point. I wanted him to fuck me harder, to knock the breath out of me, to bruise me so that I'd have a reminder of this for several days to come. It worked; he pounded me roughly against the wall, hard and fast not giving me chance to catch my breath. He pinched my clit cruelly, let out a deep groan and Pinned me to the wall, my feet barely touching the floor as he came inside me. When he'd finished he slipped back out and set to straightening himself up. I pulled my skirt back down and sorted out my top half.
"I'm glad we got that cleared up Sabrina. Your conduct was more than acceptable and I'll have no hesitation in leaving future clients in your very capable hands. You may leave now", he returned to his seat behind his desk.
"Thank you Sir, I'm glad I didn't disappoint", I open the blinds and am about to open the office door.
"Sabrina", he called after me.
"Sir?"
"Next time you entertain clients on our behalf you may want to clarify the details with me first. Though I adore the thought of my slutty little assistant giving our clients the special treatment, I'd promised them no more than a glorified tour guide. They had you good there."
I've never seen him grin so wide!
Thank you for your report, it was...very interesting. There were however, a few areas of concern that I'd like to address. Please report to my office by 9.30am and have my calls held until 11.00am.
**********
Part of me was nervous about the points that he wanted to address and part of me was immediately defensive. What on earth could be his problem? Those clients wouldn't have gotten better treatment anywhere else! I'd certainly put money on the fact that they wouldn't have gotten blow jobs and the likes! I finished what I was doing and went to his office.
"You wanted to see me Sir?"
"Yes, come in. Please, close the door and draw the blinds"
I did as I was told and took a seat opposite him. He looked great in his charcoal suit
"I'm concerned that your treatment of our guests may not have been up to an acceptable standard", he walked around to the front of his desk and perched on the edge, inches away from me.
He unfastened his belt and trousers.
"Show me how you stroked Mr Venton's cock Sabrina", I stood and slipped my hand inside his boxers.
His cock was hard already, my report had obviously had quite an effect on him. His cock felt great in my hand as I stroked it in the same steady rhythm that I'd used last night. I'd not laid eyes or anything else for that matter on his cock since our last business trip. I'd not realised how much I'd missed it until now. Mr Marcs had unbuttoned my blouse completely and lifted my breasts out of the cups in my bra. He was playing with my nipples as my hand slid up and down the length of his cock.
"I realise that you had Jase cumming in his pants my dear but I have a couple of other things to clarify before we get to that.
He told me to lie across the desk on my side as I had done in the cab last night.
"I want you to suck my cock exactly like you sucked his."
I positioned myself across his lap as I'd been over Mr Childs and took his cock in my mouth. He was bigger than Mr Childs and I loved to suck his cock. I was tempted to put in a little extra, use some of my other tricks that I'd not used last night but if he realised that I was doing that I'd be in big trouble.
"Didn't you take him deep in your throat like I know you can?", his hands push my head down forcing him deeper. I shook my head under his hands to tell him that I hadn't; his cock lodged in my throat.
"Tut tut Sabrina, you were supposed to be trying to impress!"
I teased his balls with my tongue while I waited for him to release his grip.
"See dirty girl, he would have loved some of that", he groaned and lifted his hands allowing me to move on him.
A little while longer he gripped my hair and told me to stop. I sat up and he told me to go and stand against the wall with my back to him. He told me to lift my skirt up around my waist before I walked to the wall and to make sure it stayed up once I was there.
I heard him approach me slowly...he kissed my neck as Mr Venton had last night then pulled my underwear to the side before pushing his cock most of the way into my wet pussy.
"Did his cock fill you like mine does as he fucked you?", he whispered in my ear.
"No Sir", I gasp as the head of his cock hits my cervix, my pussy completely full.
"You said he thrust into you, knocked you into the door with each thrust", he was fucking me with hard determined thrusts.
"Harder, he fucked me h-harder Sir!"
It wasn't exactly truthful but I didn't care at this point. I wanted him to fuck me harder, to knock the breath out of me, to bruise me so that I'd have a reminder of this for several days to come. It worked; he pounded me roughly against the wall, hard and fast not giving me chance to catch my breath. He pinched my clit cruelly, let out a deep groan and Pinned me to the wall, my feet barely touching the floor as he came inside me. When he'd finished he slipped back out and set to straightening himself up. I pulled my skirt back down and sorted out my top half.
"I'm glad we got that cleared up Sabrina. Your conduct was more than acceptable and I'll have no hesitation in leaving future clients in your very capable hands. You may leave now", he returned to his seat behind his desk.
"Thank you Sir, I'm glad I didn't disappoint", I open the blinds and am about to open the office door.
"Sabrina", he called after me.
"Sir?"
"Next time you entertain clients on our behalf you may want to clarify the details with me first. Though I adore the thought of my slutty little assistant giving our clients the special treatment, I'd promised them no more than a glorified tour guide. They had you good there."
I've never seen him grin so wide!
Sunday, 27 November 2011
Full Report
Mr Marcs called me to his office yesterday morning. He was expecting some prospective clients over from New York. Mr Phillips and his secretary were supposed to be entertaining them for the day but it didn't look like they'd make it back from Amsterdam in time. I was to entertain the gentlemen; there would be two or three of them. He expected a full report by 8.30am today - it was now 8.20am, just enough time to give my report a final once over before I sent it...
RE: Report: MTN
Harry Childs (Director) and Jase Venton (Head of Production) arrived at 16.30pm. I took them to Boardroom 3 to discuss the plan for the day. They said they'd already been to their hotel, checked in and freshened up but they hadn't eaten yet. I decided to take them to Postello's for dinner as soon as we left the office rather than have them wait any longer than they had to to eat. I suggested that we could see how they feel after the meal and decide then whether they would like to go elsewhere.
The Restaurant
At the bar Mr Venton placed his hand on my ass as he spoke to me and told me that he couldn't wait to experience my hostessing skills first hand. He told me that he'd been told by Mr Marcs that he would be well looked after - then he winked at me suggestively. I politely moved from his grasp and, smiling, I told him that I thought he may have understood. He was quick to correct me and advised me that Mr Marcs had told him in specific detail of his assistant's willingness to please. He also advised me how important it was that they felt of special value to our company. He traced his finger up my inner thigh to the top of my hold up and asked if my boss was a liar. I told him that he was a man of his word and to be trusted implicitly. He seemed satisfied with my answer and carried our drinks over to the table where Mr Childs was waiting. I was perturbed to say the least that I'd been offered out for special treatment of our guests without being informed beforehand. I took a moment to prepare myself mentally then went to join them at the table.
Mr Venton stated that it was warm in the restaurant and suggested that I unbutton a few of the buttons on my blouse. I unbuttoned two and he told me that one more should do the trick. Once I'd opened the third Mr Childs reached over and gave the side of my blouse a gentle tug causing the unbuttoned part to gape open a little wider exposing the top of my bra and the curves of my breasts. He commented on the great view and I politely thanked him. Half way through our meal Mr Venton told me that the sight of my breasts peeking out of my blouse was making his cock twitch. He said that it was such a shame that they had to be covered up at all. Again I thanked him; I told him that he was too kind. I asked them about their trip as we ate and quizzed them about New York. I suggested a few places that we could go to if they were not ready to go back to the hotel. They Said that they'd seen a comedy club on the way to the hotel and they'd like to go there. It turned out it was the one around the corner from the restaurant so we had another drink at the restaurant then walked around to the club.
The Comedy Club
In hind sight maybe the comedy club wasn't the best of ideas but it was their suggestion so I could hardly refuse. During the first performance they both appeared bored and restless so during the short interval before the next act I flirted with them a little. We were sat in a booth on the back wall, I was between the two of them so conversation was a little difficult when it came to trying to focus my attention on them equally. There was some suggestive comments flying between the three of us and they seemed a lot happier when I returned from the toilet just in time for the next act.
As the next performer started I felt Mr Child's hand on my knee, I turned to look at him and he winked at me before slowly but determinedly moving the palm of his hand to the inside of my leg. He stopped just after the top of my hold up and began softly tickling and caressing my inner thigh. Of course I didn't stop him, I was glad that he was no longer bored and a little grope in the club is harmless enough. Some way into the act I was enjoying the attention; I was uncertain but I think his hand may have crept slightly further up my leg - it hadn't seemed as close to my crotch when it had stopped originally. Mr Venton took hold of my hand and placed it on his crotch. The first thing I registered was how hard he felt. I didn't want to be presumptuous so I held my hand still. He placed his hand on mine and moved it so that I was rubbing him. After a while he removed his hand and I continued to rub his hardness as he unbuttoned his trousers. He took my hand and guided it inside his boxers; I wrapped my hand around his cock and began to stroke it as I made an effort to look interested in the performer on stage. I laughed with the crowd as I felt Mr Child's fingers move my underwear aside with his fingers, gaining access to my pussy. I'll admit that I found it most enjoyable as I felt his fingers slide inside me; I was already wet by this point. I was also very much enjoying the feel of Mr Venton's hard cock in my hand. The performances continued on and off the stage for another ten minutes or so. I began forgetting to laugh on cue with the crowd as my attention became increasingly focused on the fingers teasing my pussy. As my climax came to a head I gripped Mr Venton's cock a little tighter as I fought to keep the tell tale signs that I was having an orgasm from the expressions on my face. Another interval; Mr Childs went to the bar to get a round of drinks. Mr Venton put his arm around me and pulled me in closer to him; his hand rested on my ass and he groped it as I stroked his cock. His fingers bit into my flesh as his cock twitched in my hand and I felt his cum run down my fingers. I removed my hand when I was sure he'd finished and he left to go clear himself up in the toilets. At least I assume that's where he went. They both returned to the booth in time for the third act. As we watched they both seemed to be more amused by that performance. When the show was over I called a cab to take us home. Their hotel is on the way to my house so I just booked the one cab - I thought you'd appreciate my saving of the company's money.
After Hours
In the cab Mr Childs commented that the only thing that could make the night better would be a blow job. I'd had a lot to drink by then and figured it was only fair that his cock got some attention too. It was difficult to manoeuvre myself into a comfortable position what with three of us sat in the back of the cab so Mr Venton lifted me onto his lap and I laid on my side across them both. He took advantage of my positioning and his fingers were probing my pussy as I sucked his colleague's cock. Mr Childs had his hand in my bra groping my breast as he gasped and groaned odd noises of approval here and there. He came in my mouth without warning and I ensured that I swallowed it all; a test in itself as there was a surprising amount of it. As I lifted my head and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand he refastened his trousers and thanked me. He said that our company gives the best hospitality he's every experienced and he'll enjoy working out the details of our two companies business. I must apologise at this point of the report as I cannot recall exactly what he said, I was overwhelmed by the orgasm Mr Venton had brought on with his expert hands.
As the taxi pulled up outside their hotel Mr Venton told Mr Childs that he'd see him in the hotel bar in a while - he wanted to make sure that I got home safely. Mr Childs gave him a knowing smile before leaving the cab. When we arrived at my house I told the driver that the fare was being put on the company account and gave him our account number. I thanked Mr Venton and said good night but he insisted on walking me to my door. The taxi left as we walked towards the house but it was fine - he'd been instructed to come back in a while to collect to go back to the hotel. We reached my door and as I rummaged around in my bag to find my keys I felt my skirt being lifted and my hair being brushed back from the side of my neck. He started kissing my neck and distracted, I dropped my bag. I went to bend down to pick it up but he told me to leave it for the moment. I rested a hand on my front door as his hand moved between my legs and pulled my underwear to the side. In seconds he thrust himself inside me; one hand grasping at my breast, the other playing with my clit as he knocked me into the door with each deep frantic thrust. He fucked me like he'd been waiting to fuck me for years - it was hot! He pulled out of me and spun me around, pushed me to my knees and quickly pushed his cock into my mouth just in time for him to cum inside it. He held my head in place, his cock deep in my mouth until his cock had finished twitching. His grip loosened and I pulled away from him.
He kindly helped me locate my keys in my bag and gave me a good night kiss before returning to the street to wait for the cab to return. I offered for him to wait inside but he declined saying that he wouldn't be waiting long.
RE: Report: MTN
Harry Childs (Director) and Jase Venton (Head of Production) arrived at 16.30pm. I took them to Boardroom 3 to discuss the plan for the day. They said they'd already been to their hotel, checked in and freshened up but they hadn't eaten yet. I decided to take them to Postello's for dinner as soon as we left the office rather than have them wait any longer than they had to to eat. I suggested that we could see how they feel after the meal and decide then whether they would like to go elsewhere.
The Restaurant
At the bar Mr Venton placed his hand on my ass as he spoke to me and told me that he couldn't wait to experience my hostessing skills first hand. He told me that he'd been told by Mr Marcs that he would be well looked after - then he winked at me suggestively. I politely moved from his grasp and, smiling, I told him that I thought he may have understood. He was quick to correct me and advised me that Mr Marcs had told him in specific detail of his assistant's willingness to please. He also advised me how important it was that they felt of special value to our company. He traced his finger up my inner thigh to the top of my hold up and asked if my boss was a liar. I told him that he was a man of his word and to be trusted implicitly. He seemed satisfied with my answer and carried our drinks over to the table where Mr Childs was waiting. I was perturbed to say the least that I'd been offered out for special treatment of our guests without being informed beforehand. I took a moment to prepare myself mentally then went to join them at the table.
Mr Venton stated that it was warm in the restaurant and suggested that I unbutton a few of the buttons on my blouse. I unbuttoned two and he told me that one more should do the trick. Once I'd opened the third Mr Childs reached over and gave the side of my blouse a gentle tug causing the unbuttoned part to gape open a little wider exposing the top of my bra and the curves of my breasts. He commented on the great view and I politely thanked him. Half way through our meal Mr Venton told me that the sight of my breasts peeking out of my blouse was making his cock twitch. He said that it was such a shame that they had to be covered up at all. Again I thanked him; I told him that he was too kind. I asked them about their trip as we ate and quizzed them about New York. I suggested a few places that we could go to if they were not ready to go back to the hotel. They Said that they'd seen a comedy club on the way to the hotel and they'd like to go there. It turned out it was the one around the corner from the restaurant so we had another drink at the restaurant then walked around to the club.
The Comedy Club
In hind sight maybe the comedy club wasn't the best of ideas but it was their suggestion so I could hardly refuse. During the first performance they both appeared bored and restless so during the short interval before the next act I flirted with them a little. We were sat in a booth on the back wall, I was between the two of them so conversation was a little difficult when it came to trying to focus my attention on them equally. There was some suggestive comments flying between the three of us and they seemed a lot happier when I returned from the toilet just in time for the next act.
As the next performer started I felt Mr Child's hand on my knee, I turned to look at him and he winked at me before slowly but determinedly moving the palm of his hand to the inside of my leg. He stopped just after the top of my hold up and began softly tickling and caressing my inner thigh. Of course I didn't stop him, I was glad that he was no longer bored and a little grope in the club is harmless enough. Some way into the act I was enjoying the attention; I was uncertain but I think his hand may have crept slightly further up my leg - it hadn't seemed as close to my crotch when it had stopped originally. Mr Venton took hold of my hand and placed it on his crotch. The first thing I registered was how hard he felt. I didn't want to be presumptuous so I held my hand still. He placed his hand on mine and moved it so that I was rubbing him. After a while he removed his hand and I continued to rub his hardness as he unbuttoned his trousers. He took my hand and guided it inside his boxers; I wrapped my hand around his cock and began to stroke it as I made an effort to look interested in the performer on stage. I laughed with the crowd as I felt Mr Child's fingers move my underwear aside with his fingers, gaining access to my pussy. I'll admit that I found it most enjoyable as I felt his fingers slide inside me; I was already wet by this point. I was also very much enjoying the feel of Mr Venton's hard cock in my hand. The performances continued on and off the stage for another ten minutes or so. I began forgetting to laugh on cue with the crowd as my attention became increasingly focused on the fingers teasing my pussy. As my climax came to a head I gripped Mr Venton's cock a little tighter as I fought to keep the tell tale signs that I was having an orgasm from the expressions on my face. Another interval; Mr Childs went to the bar to get a round of drinks. Mr Venton put his arm around me and pulled me in closer to him; his hand rested on my ass and he groped it as I stroked his cock. His fingers bit into my flesh as his cock twitched in my hand and I felt his cum run down my fingers. I removed my hand when I was sure he'd finished and he left to go clear himself up in the toilets. At least I assume that's where he went. They both returned to the booth in time for the third act. As we watched they both seemed to be more amused by that performance. When the show was over I called a cab to take us home. Their hotel is on the way to my house so I just booked the one cab - I thought you'd appreciate my saving of the company's money.
After Hours
In the cab Mr Childs commented that the only thing that could make the night better would be a blow job. I'd had a lot to drink by then and figured it was only fair that his cock got some attention too. It was difficult to manoeuvre myself into a comfortable position what with three of us sat in the back of the cab so Mr Venton lifted me onto his lap and I laid on my side across them both. He took advantage of my positioning and his fingers were probing my pussy as I sucked his colleague's cock. Mr Childs had his hand in my bra groping my breast as he gasped and groaned odd noises of approval here and there. He came in my mouth without warning and I ensured that I swallowed it all; a test in itself as there was a surprising amount of it. As I lifted my head and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand he refastened his trousers and thanked me. He said that our company gives the best hospitality he's every experienced and he'll enjoy working out the details of our two companies business. I must apologise at this point of the report as I cannot recall exactly what he said, I was overwhelmed by the orgasm Mr Venton had brought on with his expert hands.
As the taxi pulled up outside their hotel Mr Venton told Mr Childs that he'd see him in the hotel bar in a while - he wanted to make sure that I got home safely. Mr Childs gave him a knowing smile before leaving the cab. When we arrived at my house I told the driver that the fare was being put on the company account and gave him our account number. I thanked Mr Venton and said good night but he insisted on walking me to my door. The taxi left as we walked towards the house but it was fine - he'd been instructed to come back in a while to collect to go back to the hotel. We reached my door and as I rummaged around in my bag to find my keys I felt my skirt being lifted and my hair being brushed back from the side of my neck. He started kissing my neck and distracted, I dropped my bag. I went to bend down to pick it up but he told me to leave it for the moment. I rested a hand on my front door as his hand moved between my legs and pulled my underwear to the side. In seconds he thrust himself inside me; one hand grasping at my breast, the other playing with my clit as he knocked me into the door with each deep frantic thrust. He fucked me like he'd been waiting to fuck me for years - it was hot! He pulled out of me and spun me around, pushed me to my knees and quickly pushed his cock into my mouth just in time for him to cum inside it. He held my head in place, his cock deep in my mouth until his cock had finished twitching. His grip loosened and I pulled away from him.
He kindly helped me locate my keys in my bag and gave me a good night kiss before returning to the street to wait for the cab to return. I offered for him to wait inside but he declined saying that he wouldn't be waiting long.
Silent Treatment
I am being given the silent treatment - the worst kind of punishment of all in my opinion. Not only is He not speaking to me but I've been told that I am not to make a sound for the next 24 hours. Anyone that knows me will also know how difficult both of these things are for me to cope with. It wouldn't be so bad if it were a work day because I don't hear from Him throughout the day anyway, but today is Saturday and we usually spend the day together. He explained that I should do my chores and then join Him in whichever room He was in and kneel in silence.
So I find myself here, on my knees in the middle of the kitchen floor, watching Him as He potters about. I'm sure He's given me permission to watch Him because He knows that being able to see Him properly will just make it all the more difficult for me to deal with His silence, and likewise, for me to remain silent - I like to ask Him questions as He cooks or when He's working usually. He doesn't glance in my direction or acknowledge my existence in anyway; I've been knelt here for over an hour. He takes a beer from the fridge and I try not to sulk inside - I'd kill for a beer right now but I know the only thing I'll be drinking today will be water. I watch Him, mesmorised by the motion of His hands and arms as He kneads at some dough. I smile to myself as I notice He has flour on His face.
He brings me a glass of water and watches as I drink. As I look into my Master's intense brown eyes I feel like He can see right through me - there's no hiding any of myself from Him. My eyes drop to His mouth for a fraction of a second and my mind is filled with images of His lips pressing against the flesh of my breast as He embraces my nipple with His mouth, using His teeth to tease it. Despite the knowledge that He's angry with me at the moment I can't stave off the arousal that I feel buidling. As His hand reaches out to takes the glass from me a flash of the night before runs through my mind - His hands exploring my body, squeezing my breasts, His fingers inside me bringing on the first of that night's orgasms. That's done it; as I watch Him take the glass to the sink I feel my pussy throbbing with need. It's going to be a very long day if I can't successfully distract my mind. My meagre attempt at distraction is futile though, my desire too strong. He wraps the dough and places it in the fridge then washes up after Himself. My arousal steadily increases as my mind wanders and I find myself reliving the time He fucked me from behind over the kitchen sink one Wednesday night when He came home after having drinks with friends.
I'm yanked back to reality as He lifts me to my feet by my hair. He walks me to the sitting room and stands me in the corner that is usually used as my naughty corner. He walks to the cupboard in the adjacent corner and I'm wondering what He's going to pull from there. The cupboard is neat, as is everything in the house - He'd have it no other way. He takes out a pair of hand cuffs and a riding crop. Placing the crop on the coffee table He cuffs my wrists then lifts me by them off my feet to hook the cuffs onto the hook in the ceiling. The extra long chain on these cuffs means that I am stood with my toes just bearly being able to touch the floor. He leaves the room and returns with a pair of scissors and I feel the cold metal of the blade on my neck, a shiver runs through my body and my nipples stiffen as I hear the sound of the blades cutting the material of my vest. He cuts each strap at the shoulder and pulls my vest down until it bunched at my waist revealing my black lace bra. He slides an arm of the scissors up between my breasts and cuts my bra between the cups; it's a strapless bra so falls immediately to the floor. I notice a flicker of desire in His eyes as He catches sight of my stiff nipples. I feel His breath on my left nipple as He holds His mouth just millimetres away from it as He unfastens my jeans. Remaining silent at this moment is torturous and He's not even got started yet. I can hear how turned on I am in my breathing. I want to beg Him for it or lean forward so that my nipple brushes against His lips but I remain silent and still. He pulls my jeans down and I lift my legs one at a time so that He can remove them completely. He takes the scissors and cuts my underwear from my body, one snip to each side of the waist. He scrunches them up in His fist before stuffing them in my mouth. They'd become quite damp over the last half hour and I can taste myself on the lace. He leaves the room and I'm left to the sound of my shaky breathing and the throbbing in my pussy as I try to anticipate what's coming next.
I'm disappointed to hear the vacuum cleaner switch on upstairs - this signals at least an hour wait for me as I know He'll clean the bathroom straight afterwards too. I glance at the riding crop; the last time I'd laid eyes on that was months ago - Master had me pinned against the wall and had tanned my ass good with it. I'd screamed and cried at the time but afterwards He fucked; it was slow and sensual...I didn't want it to end. I wish my mind hadn't wandered there. If He decides to test my pussy He's going to mistake my wetness as excitement for the crop.
Finally He comes back downstairs. He sits on the settee and looks at me. His eyes scan my whole body from the tips of my toes to my hands clasping onto the chain of the hand cuffs for support. He slowly rubs His crotch as His eyes roam over me and after a short while I can see the outline of His cock pressing at the front of His trousers. I silently plead with Him to let me see it and hope more than anything that I'll get to have it inside me at some point. It doesn't happen often but occasionally Master will decide not to use me at all during a punishment - I really hope this isn't one of those times because my pussy's not ached with need this badly for a long time.
He stands and picks up the crop, my eyes are focused downwards on His erection. I swallow uncomfortably, my mouth feels a bit dry after having held my panties for so long. He taps at my inner thighs with the crop signalling for me to spread my legs and I part my feet as wide as the restriction of my hands being suspended above me will allow. I lift my head as the crop presses under my chin and shiver as it traces a line down over my throat and breasts. I give a muffled gasp as the end of the crop strikes me directly on the nipple; He gives me a warning glance. He pauses for a moment before striking the other breast and catches my nipple perfectly again. He strikes each breast alternately, taking His time, avoiding my nipples for the next few and then catching them again when I'm not expecting it. Rapidly flicking His wrists I grit my teeth to prevent any sound leaving my mouth. My breasts are on fire, my nipples can't take another strike but He keeps them coming. My eyes, filled with tears, beg Him to stop but He doesn't notice because His eyes are completely focused on my breasts.
He slips the crop between my legs and I feel it sliding between my lips and pressing against my swollen clit. It amazes me that my pussy is soaking wet despite the fact that my breasts have just taken a beating. I grit my teeth as He flicks His wrist and the first strike of the crop on my clit is made. I squeeze my eyes shut tight and take a deep breath. I quickly realise that what I'd just felt on my breasts was nothing compared to what I was about to get if He attacks my clit in the same way He did them - I'm correct of course. It's not too bad at first as He follows each flick of the crop with a long, slow stroke of the length against my clit; I welcome the much needed attention. Soon though the gentle strokes are forgotten and my clit is on fire and numb. He eventually looks at my face and I can only assume that my expression shows a satisfactory level of remorse because He stops His assault.
He taps the side of my face with the crop and I open my mouth for Him. He takes out my panties and leaves the room with them and the crop in hand. Just one touch of His hand, a brush of His lips, a flick of His tongue, I would have been grateful for one of those things - needed them all. I feel my wetness on my inner thigh as I stand in silence longing for a word from Him; desperate for my Master's cock.
So I find myself here, on my knees in the middle of the kitchen floor, watching Him as He potters about. I'm sure He's given me permission to watch Him because He knows that being able to see Him properly will just make it all the more difficult for me to deal with His silence, and likewise, for me to remain silent - I like to ask Him questions as He cooks or when He's working usually. He doesn't glance in my direction or acknowledge my existence in anyway; I've been knelt here for over an hour. He takes a beer from the fridge and I try not to sulk inside - I'd kill for a beer right now but I know the only thing I'll be drinking today will be water. I watch Him, mesmorised by the motion of His hands and arms as He kneads at some dough. I smile to myself as I notice He has flour on His face.
He brings me a glass of water and watches as I drink. As I look into my Master's intense brown eyes I feel like He can see right through me - there's no hiding any of myself from Him. My eyes drop to His mouth for a fraction of a second and my mind is filled with images of His lips pressing against the flesh of my breast as He embraces my nipple with His mouth, using His teeth to tease it. Despite the knowledge that He's angry with me at the moment I can't stave off the arousal that I feel buidling. As His hand reaches out to takes the glass from me a flash of the night before runs through my mind - His hands exploring my body, squeezing my breasts, His fingers inside me bringing on the first of that night's orgasms. That's done it; as I watch Him take the glass to the sink I feel my pussy throbbing with need. It's going to be a very long day if I can't successfully distract my mind. My meagre attempt at distraction is futile though, my desire too strong. He wraps the dough and places it in the fridge then washes up after Himself. My arousal steadily increases as my mind wanders and I find myself reliving the time He fucked me from behind over the kitchen sink one Wednesday night when He came home after having drinks with friends.
I'm yanked back to reality as He lifts me to my feet by my hair. He walks me to the sitting room and stands me in the corner that is usually used as my naughty corner. He walks to the cupboard in the adjacent corner and I'm wondering what He's going to pull from there. The cupboard is neat, as is everything in the house - He'd have it no other way. He takes out a pair of hand cuffs and a riding crop. Placing the crop on the coffee table He cuffs my wrists then lifts me by them off my feet to hook the cuffs onto the hook in the ceiling. The extra long chain on these cuffs means that I am stood with my toes just bearly being able to touch the floor. He leaves the room and returns with a pair of scissors and I feel the cold metal of the blade on my neck, a shiver runs through my body and my nipples stiffen as I hear the sound of the blades cutting the material of my vest. He cuts each strap at the shoulder and pulls my vest down until it bunched at my waist revealing my black lace bra. He slides an arm of the scissors up between my breasts and cuts my bra between the cups; it's a strapless bra so falls immediately to the floor. I notice a flicker of desire in His eyes as He catches sight of my stiff nipples. I feel His breath on my left nipple as He holds His mouth just millimetres away from it as He unfastens my jeans. Remaining silent at this moment is torturous and He's not even got started yet. I can hear how turned on I am in my breathing. I want to beg Him for it or lean forward so that my nipple brushes against His lips but I remain silent and still. He pulls my jeans down and I lift my legs one at a time so that He can remove them completely. He takes the scissors and cuts my underwear from my body, one snip to each side of the waist. He scrunches them up in His fist before stuffing them in my mouth. They'd become quite damp over the last half hour and I can taste myself on the lace. He leaves the room and I'm left to the sound of my shaky breathing and the throbbing in my pussy as I try to anticipate what's coming next.
I'm disappointed to hear the vacuum cleaner switch on upstairs - this signals at least an hour wait for me as I know He'll clean the bathroom straight afterwards too. I glance at the riding crop; the last time I'd laid eyes on that was months ago - Master had me pinned against the wall and had tanned my ass good with it. I'd screamed and cried at the time but afterwards He fucked; it was slow and sensual...I didn't want it to end. I wish my mind hadn't wandered there. If He decides to test my pussy He's going to mistake my wetness as excitement for the crop.
Finally He comes back downstairs. He sits on the settee and looks at me. His eyes scan my whole body from the tips of my toes to my hands clasping onto the chain of the hand cuffs for support. He slowly rubs His crotch as His eyes roam over me and after a short while I can see the outline of His cock pressing at the front of His trousers. I silently plead with Him to let me see it and hope more than anything that I'll get to have it inside me at some point. It doesn't happen often but occasionally Master will decide not to use me at all during a punishment - I really hope this isn't one of those times because my pussy's not ached with need this badly for a long time.
He stands and picks up the crop, my eyes are focused downwards on His erection. I swallow uncomfortably, my mouth feels a bit dry after having held my panties for so long. He taps at my inner thighs with the crop signalling for me to spread my legs and I part my feet as wide as the restriction of my hands being suspended above me will allow. I lift my head as the crop presses under my chin and shiver as it traces a line down over my throat and breasts. I give a muffled gasp as the end of the crop strikes me directly on the nipple; He gives me a warning glance. He pauses for a moment before striking the other breast and catches my nipple perfectly again. He strikes each breast alternately, taking His time, avoiding my nipples for the next few and then catching them again when I'm not expecting it. Rapidly flicking His wrists I grit my teeth to prevent any sound leaving my mouth. My breasts are on fire, my nipples can't take another strike but He keeps them coming. My eyes, filled with tears, beg Him to stop but He doesn't notice because His eyes are completely focused on my breasts.
He slips the crop between my legs and I feel it sliding between my lips and pressing against my swollen clit. It amazes me that my pussy is soaking wet despite the fact that my breasts have just taken a beating. I grit my teeth as He flicks His wrist and the first strike of the crop on my clit is made. I squeeze my eyes shut tight and take a deep breath. I quickly realise that what I'd just felt on my breasts was nothing compared to what I was about to get if He attacks my clit in the same way He did them - I'm correct of course. It's not too bad at first as He follows each flick of the crop with a long, slow stroke of the length against my clit; I welcome the much needed attention. Soon though the gentle strokes are forgotten and my clit is on fire and numb. He eventually looks at my face and I can only assume that my expression shows a satisfactory level of remorse because He stops His assault.
He taps the side of my face with the crop and I open my mouth for Him. He takes out my panties and leaves the room with them and the crop in hand. Just one touch of His hand, a brush of His lips, a flick of His tongue, I would have been grateful for one of those things - needed them all. I feel my wetness on my inner thigh as I stand in silence longing for a word from Him; desperate for my Master's cock.
Tuesday, 22 November 2011
In My Dreams
As I drift to sleep I hope that He visits me tonight; my tall, dark stranger/mentor/lover/boss...the list goes on, that's the great thing about dreams. When He appears I don't always know Him at first but my body does. Regardless of the situation I want Him without question, He is my Master. Last night He was my teacher and He claimed me on His desk after class.
As my dream unfolds and He has me pinned to the desk the first reaction from pussy ensues; my body is trained to know that His presence is something to be excited about. My body doesn't feel His fingers as they rake down my throat and over my breasts yet my nipples stiffen in response. As His teeth bite my breasts through the thin fabric of my shirt my my nipples grow harder still. As His hands smooth over my thighs and spread my legs I cannot feel the smooth skin of His palms on my skin but I stir in my bed. As He tears at my shirt and pulls at my underwear I forget that I'm already naked. As His mouth closes over my clit I whimper, my fingers grasp my pillow tightly. When His cock pushes inside me a sigh of relief and a whimper of need escape my lips. I pull at my pillow and my back arches as He knocks the breath out of me with each deep thrust. To someone watching I would appear to be having a restless night but I am having one of the sweetest dreams of all.
As I wake I become aware of the moisture between my legs and the sleepy smile on my face and it all comes flooding back to me. I try to force myself back to sleep to relive the visit but it's never the same - I have to wait until the next time...
As my dream unfolds and He has me pinned to the desk the first reaction from pussy ensues; my body is trained to know that His presence is something to be excited about. My body doesn't feel His fingers as they rake down my throat and over my breasts yet my nipples stiffen in response. As His teeth bite my breasts through the thin fabric of my shirt my my nipples grow harder still. As His hands smooth over my thighs and spread my legs I cannot feel the smooth skin of His palms on my skin but I stir in my bed. As He tears at my shirt and pulls at my underwear I forget that I'm already naked. As His mouth closes over my clit I whimper, my fingers grasp my pillow tightly. When His cock pushes inside me a sigh of relief and a whimper of need escape my lips. I pull at my pillow and my back arches as He knocks the breath out of me with each deep thrust. To someone watching I would appear to be having a restless night but I am having one of the sweetest dreams of all.
As I wake I become aware of the moisture between my legs and the sleepy smile on my face and it all comes flooding back to me. I try to force myself back to sleep to relive the visit but it's never the same - I have to wait until the next time...
Monday, 21 November 2011
Of Service to Tall, Dark and Grumpy: Part Two
The journey in the car was a little awkward initially as he made polite conversation but at some point, I’m not sure when, I became extremely relaxed and at ease alone in his company. By the time he pulled up outside his house I was still extremely nervous of course but no longer afraid. There was something about this man that made me trust him. He pressed a button on his key and the door to the garage at the side of the house opened. Once inside he closed the door behind us, got out of the car and walked around to open the passenger door for me. As I stood he held my face in his hands and kissed me gently.
“You can undress here and fold your clothes on the car seat, you won’t be needing them until I drop you home tomorrow evening”
“Yes, Mr Phillips”
“Please, call me Sir”
“Okay…Sir”, it should have felt like a betrayal to my Sir addressing this man in the same way, but it didn’t, it felt right.
Without hesitation I removed my coat and folded it before placing it on the seat. As I pulled my top off over my head I felt shy suddenly and thought how silly that was considering the events of that morning. He watched in silence as I took each item of clothing and folded it neatly on the seat. When I’d removed the last item – my underwear, he closed the car door and told me to follow him.
He led me through the kitchen and up the stairs into his home office.
“I have some work to finish off, you can kneel beside me whilst I do that”, I knelt on the carpet beside his chair, facing him.
He made several phone calls as he worked and listening to him assert his authority and use technical terms increased my desire for him. Every now and then his left hand would reach out and stroke my hair or caress my breasts. During one particularly long phone call he amused himself by pinching and pulling at my nipples. They responded enthusiastically to this treatment, his touch was firm and confident and made me melt inside.
“Come and sit on my lap a moment”, I got to my feet and he pulled me onto his lap.
I gasped as he dipped his head and took my nipple into his mouth*. He sucked it gently at first before taking it between his teeth and rolling it between them. He pinched and pulled the other nipple as his teeth grazed and bit down on the one in his mouth. I whimpered and wriggled in his lap, my fingers digging into his shoulder in response to the sweet pain he inflicted. As much as I enjoyed it I wondered at one point if he would ever get bored of playing with my brreasts, I also worried about the state of his trousers since I was very much aware of how wet I was from all the attention – Sir never concentrated this much time purely on my breasts, it was strange and I liked it. He lifted his head and gently kissed my neck before whispering to me.
“Your nipples drove me to distraction terribly whilst I was trying to work, I should have completed those tasks in half the time”
“I’m sorry Sir”, I meant it.
“Oh, don’t apologise. It’s not every day I have such a wonderful toy to hand.”
He checked his watch for the time and said that it was past time we should have some lunch. Giving my thigh a playful slap he told me to get up and come downstairs with him.
He led me into the dining room and said for me to knees beside his chair while he made us some soup. He returned around 20 minutes later and said that it would be a few more minutes until it was ready. He laid a place mat on the table for himself and placed one on the floor in front of me. He took my hands gently and held them behind my back, I felt him tie them together with some fabric – I was completely at ease with this. He pulled my head back by my hair and planted a kiss on my lips before leaving for the kitchen.
“Let this cool for a while before you eat it; it’s still piping hot”, he placed a small bowl of soup on the mat in front of me. I waited in silence as he began to eat his food, it had occurred to me that as I lower my head to lap at the soup my hair would probably fall into the bowl and make a complete mess of his cream carpet. He had almost finished his food when he placed a hand on my shoulder and told me that it was probably cool enough for me to start eating by now. I explained that I was reluctant to eat because I didn’t want my hair to get soup over his carpet.
“I see”, his hand left my shoulder and he continued to finish his soup in silence.
I was surprised when I felt his fingers in my hair, he pulled my hair back off my face and told me to eat. He held my hair for me as I lapped at the soup he’d made. I was conscious that I didn’t want to keep him waiting whilst I ate so I tried to finish as quickly as I could whilst remaining as dignified as one can when lapping soup from a bowl on the floor. When I’d finished I knelt up straight, he released my hair and stroked my head briefly. He told me to turn my head to face him so that he could get a proper look at me. As he studied my face he could see that something was on my mind.
“What’s wrong pet? Is there something you’d like to say?”
“Well Sir, sorry if I am asking this out of turn but I feel as though I should thank you properly for my meal…may I?”
“You don’t need to apologise for wanting to show good manners pet. Certainly you may”, he unfastened his trousers and pulled his cock out through the hole in his underwear to give me access.
He has a beautiful cock, as soon as I saw it I wanted desperately to have it in every way possible. I watched as he stroked it in front of me before holding it out towards me, signalling for me to go ahead. Initially I took the head in my mouth and sucked on it like a child would suck a lolly pop. As I felt his fingers weave through my hair, his hands resting on the back of my head I slid my mouth further down his length. I would have liked to have kissed and licked him all over but for now he had only given me access to this one wonderful part of him. I made sure that I was extremely attentive, I needed him to know how grateful I was to spend time in his company and how desperately I wanted him to take me and use me until I had nothing left to give. His hands tightened in my hair and he held me down on him, his cock completely buried in my mouth, the head held cosily in the back of my throat. He was slightly longer than Sir but through vigorous training I had become quite an expert at deep throating so accommodating his cock was no issue for me. As he held my head there he spoke to me.
“You are excellent with your mouth pet however, you’ll receive no reward from me yet; I’ll decide when I am ready to allow you that. You may remain on my cock while I think through our activities for this evening”, my eyes closed I made the most of the opportunity to caress his cock with my tongue as best I could, I wanted to memorise every detail. For the first time that day it dawned on me that I was already sad that I’d have to leave Sunday night. I’m not sure how long it was before I felt him tug lightly on my hair, pulling my mouth away from his cock. Without a word he stood and refastened his trousers before getting up to leave the table. He took the dishes out to the kitchen and then called me to him. I thought to myself that I'd seen no evidence of him being a grumpy git at all so far; he must be misunderstood.
“I have some things to prepare so you can do the dishes whilst I am sorting that out”
“Yes Sir”, he untied my hands and I gave my arms a stretch before running the hot water. Before I knew it I had washed all of the dishes with no recollection of carrying out the task, my mind had been consumed with thoughts of him. I was startled when I felt his presence in the room with me once again and wondered how long he’d been stood there watching me. He told me follow him upstairs – on my knees. I crawled behind him, keeping up with his pace as he led the way to the bathroom. He had run a bath, there were candles lit and I could just about make out the sound of a violin playing – I noticed an iPod on the bathroom windowsill as I straightened up at his instruction. He told me to watch as he undressed and to know that I am to be of service to every part of him at any time. I was to understand that I was his this weekend and he would treasure me as anyone would their most prized possession but he expected me to respect him and to do as he told me unquestioningly. I had no problem with any part of what he expected of me, I gave myself gladly. I watched him undressing and longed for the moment that he would take me as he had explained moments ago. My pussy was truly aching for him impatiently. He sat in the bath and handed me the wash cloth and told me to start with his back. I dipped the cloth in the water and began to bathe him, enjoying every minute I got to run the wash cloth over his skin. He instructed me throughout the whole process until I had bathed every inch of him. I handed him his towel as he got out of the bath. He told me to wash quickly in the bath water and join him in the bedroom when I was done. He had placed a towel on the rack for me, I was to wrap it around myself and go to his bedroom. I washed quickly but thoroughly, pulled the towel around me and rushed to the bedroom, I didn’t want to keep him waiting.
He had dressed in trousers and a polo shirt and was sat at the end of the bed.
“Come to me”, I walked over to him and felt a shiver course through me as he pulled me in closer to him. I was stood between his legs, facing him as he started rubbing the towel against my skin to dry me off. When he pressed the towel between my legs and rubbed there I groaned softly out loud before I could catch myself. He paid no attention to this and seemed absorbed in getting me dried. When he was done he placed the towel on the floor beside his feet and seemed to be studying my body. I felt so exposed at that moment and panicked that he would notice all of the flaws that I could see in myself.
“It pleases me that you are obviously prepared for me pet. You have done well so far and have a long night ahead of you so I will award you with one orgasm now which you must give to yourself. I will allow you this as this is the only time I am going to give you permission to cum today. Go ahead, begin.”
I hesitantly moved my hand to my pussy and let my fingers slip between my lips and find my clit. I could feel my cheeks redden as he sat before me and watched me play with myself. My wetness was obvious to us both as the sound of my fingers rubbing my clit seemed to be the only sound in the room. As my breathing changed as my arousal increased he turned me around and pulled me down to sit on his left knee. He pushed my legs further apart and watched my fingers moving against my clit as he trailed his fingers lightly up and down my inner thigh. Moments later he was holding me as I writhed with pleasure in his lap. He lifted me off his lap and carried me around to the side of the bed.
“Get some rest, I’ll wake you later”, he switched the light off and left the room.
I was disorientated when I woke some time later. I’d no idea how long I’d been sleeping for but I quickly became aware of a few things – I was face down, my hands and feet had been bound to the bed, my ass felt full and there were definitely fingers playing with my pussy at that moment.
“Good evening. You are a heavy sleeper, I was beginning to wonder whether you were going to sleep through the whole thing”, I could tell by his voice that he found this amusing and I felt relieved that I hadn’t annoyed him. I was wide awake before long, listening to his soothing voice as he probed my pussy with his fingers and told me how he’d looked at it closely as I slept, inhaled the scent of it and loved how it felt to his fingers. He said that he couldn’t wait to know how it would feel to have it wrapped around his cock. He informed me that what I could feel in my ass was a six inch plug, he had been liberal with the lubricant but I would probably still be sore there tomorrow once we were done. I started wriggling on the bed as an orgasm built, his fingers slowed their movement but didn’t stop completely.
“This will be the only reminder you’re given tonight; you do not have my permission”, I panicked at the words.
I had forgotten myself and got carried away, I felt for sure that it was out of my control, that I’d gone too far to reverse things now and that it was only a matter of time before my body betrayed me and I disobeyed him. He showed me no mercy and his fingers resumed their pace as he stimulated my clit and probed inside of me. I begged him to stop but he just told me to be strong. Just as I’d started to cry in despair he finally removed his hand.
“Good girl. See you can do it if you try”
I felt the bed move beneath me and see his hand beside my head moments before his cock pressed at my pussy. As he pushed further inside, his cock stretching me wider I can’t find the words to explain how I felt so I will go with satisfied for the purpose of telling the story. With him pressed against me, the weight pushed against the plug too, driving it slightly further into my ass. As his cock caressed every inch inside my pussy I listened to his breathing. I found myself fighting off another orgasm before long. I held my breath and concentrated really hard on holding back as he moved in and out steadily with purpose, intent on acheiving the very thing that he had denied me. He bit down on my shoulder hard and squeezed one of my breasts cruelly as he came inside me forcing me to cry out. He let his full weight rest on me as he recovered, I lay beneath him comforted by his weight and his cock which was still held inside me. He lifted himself off me, untied my hands and feet and told me to roll over onto my back. He kissed my neck and ears, my shoulders, my breasts. He planted little butterfly kisses down the inside of my arms and on the palms of my hands. My inner thighs were treated to sensual kisses and caresses of his tongue. He had my body tingling with delight all over and had he have touched my pussy, even with the very lightest of touches I knew I would not have been able to have stopped myself from cumming.
He left the bedroom to get a drink of water, he brought one back for me and I drank it quickly; I hadn’t realised how thirsty I was. I handed him the glass when I’d finished and he placed it on the bedside table. I was still propped up in a half sitting position against the pillow after my drink when he climbed back onto the bed. He straddled me so that his cock was inches from my face then took hold of my jaw and squeezed tightly forcing my mouth to open in shock. I would have willingly opened it for him. He fed his cock into my mouth in one swift motion. His pubic hair tickled my noise as his body pressed against my face. As my head was tilted forward slightly I found it a lot more difficult to comfortably take his cock in my throat. Each time he thrust into my face I thought I would choke or possibly throw up if he did it again. The times where he held my head tightly against him and pumped rapidly I thought that I may suffocate and die. He fucked my face for a long time, the pillow was damp beneath my head from where my eyes had streamed and I'd unavoidably dribbled whilst I’d fought not to gag on his cock. He never came the whole time, I was in awe of his control, though it also scared me slightly to know how long he could play with me if he wanted without letting up.
“Though I want you to have a restful sleep you must be aware that you’re to be ready for me with no notice at all. If I wake you in the middle of the night you’re to comply without complaint, is that clear?”
“Yes Sir”, the thought of him waking me was exciting as far as I was concerned.
He woke me up three times during the night and each time he was gentle and loving, bringing me right to the edge until I begged him to stop, rewarding my self control each time with his own orgasm. The third time, it must have been around 5am as it was starting to get light, he gave me permission to cum. He held his hand over my mouth to muffle my cries as I bucked beneath him trying to cope with one of the more powerful orgasms I’d ever experienced. He waited for me to come back down to earth before pulling away. He lay deside me and pulled me tight to him and I could feel his cock, sticky against my ass. I quietly thanked him.
“You’re very welcome angel. Now go to sleep”, he kissed the back of my head.
A hard slap on my bare ass woke me with a start.
“On the floor now, quickly!”
I leapt out of bed and got to my knees as quickly as I could. He pushed my head to the floor from behind and entered me roughly. He gripped my hair tightly in his fist and used me as a means to an end, not giving me a moments thought it seemed. He groaned quite loudly as he came inside me then gave my ass another slap as he withdrew his cock.
“Jump in the shower, I’ll join you in a second”, I made my way to the bathroom. My pussy was bruised and sore (in a good way) from his attentions. I turned on the hot water and enjoyed the feel of it as it jetted against my skin. Sir joined me shortly after. He kissed me passionately before taking the shampoo and washing my hair. His fingers felt amazing as he massaged the shampoo into my scalp. Once he’d rinsed my hair he took the wash cloth and set to washing my body. He was appropriately gentle as he washed between my legs, taking care not to hurt me. Once he was satisfied that we were both clean he wrapped me in a towel and we went back into the bedroom to get dried off. I was told to sit on the chair in the room and wait until he had dried and dressed. He then dried me off and told me to sit between his legs; he brushed my hair for a long while until it had almost dried completely.
I was slightly confused as to why he’d not desired or required more of me that day. I had eaten breakfast at the table with him and then knelt at his side whilst he checked his emails and dealt with a few work matters. I was extremely disappointed when he told me that he would be dropping me off before lunchtime. He explained as he drove me home that he intended to borrow me on the weekends for the foreseeable future and he intended to be properly prepared next week. He warned me that this weekend passed was a mild dress rehearsal for what would be expected of me next week. I was surprised when he asked me if I was happy for him to request the use of me in future. I told him that so long as it pleases him I am very happy.
Sunday, 20 November 2011
St. Elizabeth's School for Girls
I leapt out of bed to get the phone. It was 8.00am on a Sunday morning, who on earth would be ringing at this time I wondered. I answered the phone still half asleep.
"Hello Penny, it's Headmaster Nicholls", I feel the blood drain from my face.
"Oh, hello Sir. Is everything okay?", I've no idea why he would be calling me today as Sunday is my day off.
"Nothing to be concerned about. I would like to see you in my office at 10.00am please"
"May I ask why Sir?"
"I'll explain when I see you. Please ensure you're not late, I have a busy schedule today"
"Yes Sir. I'll see you then"
The phone call has me very nervous. I have only been at St Elizabeth's for a few months and am still on my probationary period. It had taken some adjustment to get used to life at a boarding school but other than the odd minor issue I was really enjoying my job here as a teacher. The girls could be a bit of a handful at times but when you're dealing with girls in their late teens all living in each others pockets you have to expect that. I hope that I'm not in trouble for anything. I go to the bathroom to get ready for the meeting. Though it's my day off, as I'm having a work-related meeting I dress for work in my usual black pencil skirt and white blouse, sheer black tights and heels.
The walk to the Head Master's office seems longer than usual as I try to think of reasons that would cause him to call me there on a Sunday. I reach his door, take a deep breath then knock twice.
"Come in"
I enter his office and see him sat behind his desk. Though he is a handsome man you didn't often see him smile - at least not at work anyway. Today was no different, he looks sternly at me as I enter the room. He motions for me to take a seat opposite him and I sit with my hands clasped in my lap to stop myself from fidgeting.
"Penny, several of the faculty have advised me that you seem to have a problem with disciplining the ladies here and as a result you are getting walked over."
"I'm sorry Sir but I completely disagree. I admit that some of the girls are a little more of a handful than others but I am getting through to them gradually."
"We have a reputation to uphold Penny and we aren't going to be able to do that if we have weak links in our chain. You need to start disciplining the students appropriately or I'm afraid there will be no place here for you at St. Elizabeth's."
"Appropriately Sir?"
"I don't often discipline the students myself as Head Master, I expect you to do it as the need arises. I only have the especially troublesome students at my office. Generally I see them once and they learn their lesson, I don't see them again. The student due at my office within the next five minutes has been an exception to the rule and this will be her third visit. Please do not interrupt whilst I carry out her punishment, you may ask any questions you have once the student has left. Is that clear?"
"Yes Sir, but...", there's a knock at the door.
"Ah, she's slightly early this time - a good sign. Enter!"
I recognise Georgina Franklyn as she enters the room. She's one of the eldest girls here and a real handful for most of the teachers as far as I'm aware. Thankfully I don't have her in any of my classes, she'd most definitely have made a laughing stock of me.
"I'm not going to waste my breath and lecture you before hand this time Miss Franklyn, go ahead and take your position", she takes a glance in my direction momentarily and looks confused to see me here.
"Yes Sir", I watch as she walks to his desk and bends over it, resting her weight on her forearms, her palms laid flat against the shiny surface of the mahogany.
Mr Nicholls leaves his chair, walks to the cupboard in the corner of his office and retrieves a cane. He approaches Georgina and stands to the one side of her.
"Now Miss Franklyn, I warned you a few weeks ago that were I to see you here again you would have to receive 18 strokes. However, it appears that the threat of this was insufficient and since I am attempting to prove several points this morning I have decided on 24 instead", Georgina gasps.
"Do you think that figure unfair Miss Franklyn?"
"N-no Sir", she stutters.
"Wise answer. Now, let's get started shall we?" He clears his throat and she moves her hands behind her and lifts her skirt to reveal her underwear - plain white cotton briefs.
I watch as Mr Nicholls strikes her with the cane and am speechless as I hear her thank him for it. He strikes her three more times and she thanks him for each, her voice doesn't hint that she's felt too bad a pain when she's felt his cane.
I take a moment to focus my attention on him. The concentration in his face, his strong hand resting on this girls shoulder, the motion of his arm as he strikes her. I feel myself becoming aroused and my face flushes as I acknowledge the fact. As I refocus my attention on Georgina I can hear the pain in her voice. I'm not sure how many times she's been hit but I'm sure she must have learnt her lesson by now. He seems oblivious to her sobs and the anguish in her voice as she continues to thank him. I can't sit here and do nothing.
"Mr Nicholls! Stop this at once!" I stand from my seat, fists clenched at my sides, outraged by his behaviour.
He turns to me and the look on his face silences me immediately.
"Sit down Ms Lockheart", I sit and start crying. I'm appalled at what he's doing to this girl and angry at myself for being too weak to stand up to him for her and for myself.
Sobbing quietly I watch him and try to block out the girl's gasps and pleas for him to stop. Despite being outraged and upset by the situation I still can't help but admire him. I've drifted off into a daydream, Georgina straightening from the desk drags my attention back into the present.
"Well done Miss Franklyn, you accepted your punishment most gracefully. I hope that you have finally learnt your lesson? I'd hate to have to resort to further extremes."
"Yes Sir, thank you for sparing your time", her face is streaked with black where her mascara has run down her face.
"Go stand in the corner Miss, we aren't done yet."
I'm sure I saw a hint of a smile on her lips as she passed me.
"Right then Ms Lockheart, you can see that Miss Franklyn has survived her punishment and in fact thanked me for administering it. Did you once see any hint of disrespect towards me?"
"Mr Nicholls! I simply cannot bring myself to beat the girls with a cane. It's disgusting and quite frankly Sir, I'm appalled that you seem to find it so easy! I'd rather lose my job than partake in such a thing!"
"Calm down Ms Lockheart, Miss Franklyn has been particularly troublesome and so the punishment that you've witnessed here today was severe. Hopefully today's visit is her last to my office. I use the cane because as I said, I only discipline the more difficult students. I expect you to discipline them as the need arises in class - to do this you are to use the palm of your hand."
He takes a seat behind his desk and awaits my response.
"I don't believe in striking the students Sir."
"Oh, you will Ms Lockheart. I've kept Miss Franklyn here for a reason. I want you to know how it feels for the students to have an audience whilst they are being taught a lesson. Now come here please", I look at him confused.
"I won't ask again. Either we resolve this situation here in my office today or you pack your bags and we find a replacement. If you can't comply with my rules here then there's no place for you."
I walk over to his desk reluctantly and he motions for me to come around to his side of the desk.
"You saw the position assumed by Miss Franklyn, take that position. I should inform you now that staff discipline has a few extra elements that would not be included when you discipline a student. These elements will be obvious to you as they arise."
I lean over his desk as Georgina had and feel myself blushing. My ass must be inches from his face at the moment as he's remained in his seat. I flinch as I feel his hands on the outside of my thighs.
"I told you not to interrupt as I disciplined the student yet you ignored my instruction and interrupted the session. This did not please me", his hands smooth up the outsides of my thighs, pulling the hem of my skirt up with them.
He lectures me about being weak witht he students but I struggle to concentrate on his words as his hands smooth over my ass and he pulls down my tights.
"I've disciplined hundreds of young ladies in my time Ms Lockheart, do you think I didn't recognise that look in your eyes as you watched me?" His hand taps my ass firmly.
I feel humiliated yet strangely aroused as he continues to lecture me. He spanks my ass firmly in a steady rhythm, alternating between cheeks every three strikes of his hand. The flesh of my ass has become very warm and between my legs is throbbing.
"You don't seem to be sufficiently grateful for this lesson Ms Lockheart, I've not heard you thank me once."
"Sorry Sir, I am very grateful. Thank you", I tell him breathlessly. I'm sure I hear him laughing quietly to himself.
He strikes me only a few more times and I make sure that I thank him for each of them. I feel his hand rubbing at the damp crotch of my panties as he tells me he hopes he doesn't have to call me into his office again to discuss this matter - my legs go weak. He removes his hand and I am more than a little disappointed.
"Straighten yourself up Ms Lockheart", I stand and pull up my tights up over my glowing ass and lower my skirt. I can feel my cheeks colour again, embarassed at carrying out these actions in front of the Head Master.
"Okay ladies, you may leave now", he returns to his seat and busies himself with some paperwork.
As I walk back to my room I consider the implications of standing by my opinion and continuing not to discipline the students. I have the feeling that Mr Nicholls would be more than happy to attempt to try and persuade me several times more before he fired me...this prospect was very appealling.
"Hello Penny, it's Headmaster Nicholls", I feel the blood drain from my face.
"Oh, hello Sir. Is everything okay?", I've no idea why he would be calling me today as Sunday is my day off.
"Nothing to be concerned about. I would like to see you in my office at 10.00am please"
"May I ask why Sir?"
"I'll explain when I see you. Please ensure you're not late, I have a busy schedule today"
"Yes Sir. I'll see you then"
The phone call has me very nervous. I have only been at St Elizabeth's for a few months and am still on my probationary period. It had taken some adjustment to get used to life at a boarding school but other than the odd minor issue I was really enjoying my job here as a teacher. The girls could be a bit of a handful at times but when you're dealing with girls in their late teens all living in each others pockets you have to expect that. I hope that I'm not in trouble for anything. I go to the bathroom to get ready for the meeting. Though it's my day off, as I'm having a work-related meeting I dress for work in my usual black pencil skirt and white blouse, sheer black tights and heels.
The walk to the Head Master's office seems longer than usual as I try to think of reasons that would cause him to call me there on a Sunday. I reach his door, take a deep breath then knock twice.
"Come in"
I enter his office and see him sat behind his desk. Though he is a handsome man you didn't often see him smile - at least not at work anyway. Today was no different, he looks sternly at me as I enter the room. He motions for me to take a seat opposite him and I sit with my hands clasped in my lap to stop myself from fidgeting.
"Penny, several of the faculty have advised me that you seem to have a problem with disciplining the ladies here and as a result you are getting walked over."
"I'm sorry Sir but I completely disagree. I admit that some of the girls are a little more of a handful than others but I am getting through to them gradually."
"We have a reputation to uphold Penny and we aren't going to be able to do that if we have weak links in our chain. You need to start disciplining the students appropriately or I'm afraid there will be no place here for you at St. Elizabeth's."
"Appropriately Sir?"
"I don't often discipline the students myself as Head Master, I expect you to do it as the need arises. I only have the especially troublesome students at my office. Generally I see them once and they learn their lesson, I don't see them again. The student due at my office within the next five minutes has been an exception to the rule and this will be her third visit. Please do not interrupt whilst I carry out her punishment, you may ask any questions you have once the student has left. Is that clear?"
"Yes Sir, but...", there's a knock at the door.
"Ah, she's slightly early this time - a good sign. Enter!"
I recognise Georgina Franklyn as she enters the room. She's one of the eldest girls here and a real handful for most of the teachers as far as I'm aware. Thankfully I don't have her in any of my classes, she'd most definitely have made a laughing stock of me.
"I'm not going to waste my breath and lecture you before hand this time Miss Franklyn, go ahead and take your position", she takes a glance in my direction momentarily and looks confused to see me here.
"Yes Sir", I watch as she walks to his desk and bends over it, resting her weight on her forearms, her palms laid flat against the shiny surface of the mahogany.
Mr Nicholls leaves his chair, walks to the cupboard in the corner of his office and retrieves a cane. He approaches Georgina and stands to the one side of her.
"Now Miss Franklyn, I warned you a few weeks ago that were I to see you here again you would have to receive 18 strokes. However, it appears that the threat of this was insufficient and since I am attempting to prove several points this morning I have decided on 24 instead", Georgina gasps.
"Do you think that figure unfair Miss Franklyn?"
"N-no Sir", she stutters.
"Wise answer. Now, let's get started shall we?" He clears his throat and she moves her hands behind her and lifts her skirt to reveal her underwear - plain white cotton briefs.
I watch as Mr Nicholls strikes her with the cane and am speechless as I hear her thank him for it. He strikes her three more times and she thanks him for each, her voice doesn't hint that she's felt too bad a pain when she's felt his cane.
I take a moment to focus my attention on him. The concentration in his face, his strong hand resting on this girls shoulder, the motion of his arm as he strikes her. I feel myself becoming aroused and my face flushes as I acknowledge the fact. As I refocus my attention on Georgina I can hear the pain in her voice. I'm not sure how many times she's been hit but I'm sure she must have learnt her lesson by now. He seems oblivious to her sobs and the anguish in her voice as she continues to thank him. I can't sit here and do nothing.
"Mr Nicholls! Stop this at once!" I stand from my seat, fists clenched at my sides, outraged by his behaviour.
He turns to me and the look on his face silences me immediately.
"Sit down Ms Lockheart", I sit and start crying. I'm appalled at what he's doing to this girl and angry at myself for being too weak to stand up to him for her and for myself.
Sobbing quietly I watch him and try to block out the girl's gasps and pleas for him to stop. Despite being outraged and upset by the situation I still can't help but admire him. I've drifted off into a daydream, Georgina straightening from the desk drags my attention back into the present.
"Well done Miss Franklyn, you accepted your punishment most gracefully. I hope that you have finally learnt your lesson? I'd hate to have to resort to further extremes."
"Yes Sir, thank you for sparing your time", her face is streaked with black where her mascara has run down her face.
"Go stand in the corner Miss, we aren't done yet."
I'm sure I saw a hint of a smile on her lips as she passed me.
"Right then Ms Lockheart, you can see that Miss Franklyn has survived her punishment and in fact thanked me for administering it. Did you once see any hint of disrespect towards me?"
"Mr Nicholls! I simply cannot bring myself to beat the girls with a cane. It's disgusting and quite frankly Sir, I'm appalled that you seem to find it so easy! I'd rather lose my job than partake in such a thing!"
"Calm down Ms Lockheart, Miss Franklyn has been particularly troublesome and so the punishment that you've witnessed here today was severe. Hopefully today's visit is her last to my office. I use the cane because as I said, I only discipline the more difficult students. I expect you to discipline them as the need arises in class - to do this you are to use the palm of your hand."
He takes a seat behind his desk and awaits my response.
"I don't believe in striking the students Sir."
"Oh, you will Ms Lockheart. I've kept Miss Franklyn here for a reason. I want you to know how it feels for the students to have an audience whilst they are being taught a lesson. Now come here please", I look at him confused.
"I won't ask again. Either we resolve this situation here in my office today or you pack your bags and we find a replacement. If you can't comply with my rules here then there's no place for you."
I walk over to his desk reluctantly and he motions for me to come around to his side of the desk.
"You saw the position assumed by Miss Franklyn, take that position. I should inform you now that staff discipline has a few extra elements that would not be included when you discipline a student. These elements will be obvious to you as they arise."
I lean over his desk as Georgina had and feel myself blushing. My ass must be inches from his face at the moment as he's remained in his seat. I flinch as I feel his hands on the outside of my thighs.
"I told you not to interrupt as I disciplined the student yet you ignored my instruction and interrupted the session. This did not please me", his hands smooth up the outsides of my thighs, pulling the hem of my skirt up with them.
He lectures me about being weak witht he students but I struggle to concentrate on his words as his hands smooth over my ass and he pulls down my tights.
"I've disciplined hundreds of young ladies in my time Ms Lockheart, do you think I didn't recognise that look in your eyes as you watched me?" His hand taps my ass firmly.
I feel humiliated yet strangely aroused as he continues to lecture me. He spanks my ass firmly in a steady rhythm, alternating between cheeks every three strikes of his hand. The flesh of my ass has become very warm and between my legs is throbbing.
"You don't seem to be sufficiently grateful for this lesson Ms Lockheart, I've not heard you thank me once."
"Sorry Sir, I am very grateful. Thank you", I tell him breathlessly. I'm sure I hear him laughing quietly to himself.
He strikes me only a few more times and I make sure that I thank him for each of them. I feel his hand rubbing at the damp crotch of my panties as he tells me he hopes he doesn't have to call me into his office again to discuss this matter - my legs go weak. He removes his hand and I am more than a little disappointed.
"Straighten yourself up Ms Lockheart", I stand and pull up my tights up over my glowing ass and lower my skirt. I can feel my cheeks colour again, embarassed at carrying out these actions in front of the Head Master.
"Okay ladies, you may leave now", he returns to his seat and busies himself with some paperwork.
As I walk back to my room I consider the implications of standing by my opinion and continuing not to discipline the students. I have the feeling that Mr Nicholls would be more than happy to attempt to try and persuade me several times more before he fired me...this prospect was very appealling.
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