3 comments/ 52638 views/ 7 favorites A Quiet Day at the Office Ch. 01 By: MasterDaddyG Oh, you have done it again and you know it. You have been making mistakes all week and you know that from my previous statements, they will not be tolerated. Your mind is racing with thoughts of anxiety. If you could reverse your actions, you would. You know I have some form of punishment in store for you as you stand before my desk. But, you're not sure what. You sense that your reprimand is serious due to fact that it is being done while everyone else is at lunch and that you were ordered to lock the door. The silence is torturous for you and a clear indication that I have something planned for you. I see you squirm nervously in your crisp blouse, short skirt and high heels. You steal glances from the floor to my eyes, hoping that I will reveal my true intentions. But I reveal nothing. I am focused and hard. You have pissed me off for the last time and it is time for you to learn your place in my world. And what I have planned for you is not for public consumption. Strictly behind closed doors kind off stuff. "Strip," I say calmly to you. You hesitate for the briefest of moments. "If you are not out of those clothes by the time I count to ten. You will be very sorry, young lady. One, two..." Now, I know that it takes some women forever to get dressed, but it is a well known fact that a highly motivated woman can remove her clothes in a flash because by the time I reached ten, you are completed naked and standing before me. I command you to kneel and you quickly drop to your knees. I smile to myself. You are learning so fast. I move from behind my desk and cross to the comfortable sofa that adorns my luxurious office. "On all fours, bitch and crawl over to me, " I order as I sit down. Your movements are quick and moments later you are before me. I tell you to remain on all fours but to spread your knees as far apart as you can. You do as you are told and then I instruct you to place your forehead on the carpet and place your arms behind your back. I know you feel so unbelievably vulnerable in this position. I know that you can't believe that you are doing this. Exposing yourself to me so wantonly. I know that yesterday, you would have never admitted that you were capable of such behavior. You always prided yourself on your propriety. You always felt so superior to those slutty friends of yours. Oh, if only they could see you now. In this position, waiting only to be commanded. But, I have known, I have always known this about you. And I have been only waiting for the appropriate time to bring it out of you. I know you feel my eyes upon you. You feel your pulse begin to race and that ever familiar feeling in deep down in the pit of your stomach. You feel the frenetic sensation your blood racing to your sex. No, it is not possible, this could not be turning you on. But yes, oh yes, you can feel the wetness starting to form between your legs. "The position you are now in is called "Worship, " I say to you. "Do you understand?" I get no response from you and so I sit down on the sofa and in one swift motion bring my bare hand down hard on your exposed ass cheek. I strike you with such force that a red hand print forms on your smooth skin. You let out a scream from the blow. "Do you understand?" I repeat. "Yes, Mr. Williams, I understand," you cry out, as your wetness increases. I strike you again with the same force on the other cheek and say, "Yes, Master. You will address me as Master until I say otherwise. Do you understand?" "Yes Master, I understand," you blurt out so quickly that I think you even surprise yourself. "When I give you the command, "Worship," you will, without hesitation, drop to and assume this position. Do you understand, slut?" "Yes Master, I understand," you reply succinctly. "Very good, slut. Now stay in that position until I return." "Yes, Master." I get up and move across the room. You hear me open up the small wooden cabinet that sits in the corner of my office. I know you are dying to know what I am up to and what I have in store for you. You are tempted to raise your head up and sneak a peak, but you know that if you are caught your punishment will be even more severe than what you are already going to receive. The though of being punished causes an increase in the tantalizing wetness between your legs. You are also soooooo very tempted to slip a finger or two into your cunt and pleasure yourself. But, you do not. Your hands remain where they are. I ordered you to maintain this position and you are determined not to disobey me, Your desire to please me overtakes your desire to pleasure yourself. But this isn't like you, you keep telling yourself. You do not act this way. But, you can't help it. God, you can't believe how turned on you are right now... it's as if you are incapable of turning off a faucet... and the more you think about it, the wetter you become. You can feel your juices running out of your pussy and down your thighs. You know that your lips are glistening and you can feel your clit becoming more and more swollen. "Oh, my God, " you say to yourself. "I want to cum so badly..." You hear me return and sit back down on the sofa. You feel your heart begins to beat faster. I can almost hear it. Your heart feels as though it is going to explode out out your chest. I come over to you and tell you to rise up but remain on your knees. You do as you are told and position yourself on your knees, your arms still folded behind your back. I instruct you to keep your eyes down unless ordered not to. You respond with your now familiar, "Yes, Master." I marvel how easy the words seems to flow off your lips. Due to the fact that your eyes are looking at the floor, you cannot see what I have brought for you... but I know that you are so very anxious to discover what I have in store for you. I place the tray on the sofa and order you to raise your eyes. You do so immediately, and although you do look into my eyes first, you cannot resist the temptation on sneaking a glance at the items on the tray. I see your eyes grow wide and your mouth open slightly when you see the following... a riding crop, a wooden paddle, a ball gag, a bottle of lube and a butt plug. You behold the "toys" with wonderment as if it was Christmas morning. But it is the last item that holds your most profound and sublime attention. Lying next to everything else on the tray is a collar and leash. You focus on it with a marked reverence when I pick and hold it up. I then order you to lower your eyes once again. "This collar is a symbol of ownership," I inform you as I snap it in place around your pretty neck. "As long as you wear it you are my property. In fact, from this moment on, whenever you hear the word "collar," you will stop what you are doing, fetch it and bring it to me immediately. Do you understand?" "Yes, Master." I nod my approve as I attach the leash to the collar's ring. "Worship," I say. And you drop your forehead to the floor. "Very good slut. You are showing remarkable promise." "Thank you, Master." I bring my right hand down on your body and begin to caress you. I massage your ass with my hand and then bring my hand around and between your legs and finger your wet pussy. A low, almost guttural moan escapes through your lips. "My, my, my... what a wet little pussy my slut has. Are you enjoying this, slut? Does my little slut whore like being a slave?" You do not want to admit this out loud, but you cannot help yourself. "Yes, Master. Please use my slut whore body as you wish. I'm sorry for all the mistakes I have made and ask only that you punish me as you see fit. I exist only for you. To serve you." I smile a wicked smile. You have excepted your fate. I remove my hand and pick up the bottle of lube. I apply some to my fingers and bring my now slick fingers to your ass. I slowly tease your opening. I gently massage your ass, occasionally slipping one and then two fingers inside you. You moan softly at their penetration. Soon, I have three fingers inside your ass and I am finger fucking your back door. You are moaning louder and groaning and begging me for release. I reach underneath you and begin to play with your extremely swollen clit. I take you to the edge of climax several times, but I always stop short of letting you achieve an orgasm. I bring you to such a frenzied state that soon you are screaming and pleading to cum. I tell you that if you don't learn to control yourself, I will be forced to slap the ball gag on you, You promise that you will be good, but say that it is so difficult and that you want to cum so very badly. You confess that you will do anything if I will just let you cum. I grin and say that I know you will, you little slut. And with that I lube up your ass some more and then reach for the butt plug. I apply some lube to the plug and place it at the opening of your anus. I slowly start to push the nasty toy inside you. It slides in remarkably easy. All the preparation payed off as the widest part of the plug pops over your sphincter and locks into place. It looks so fucking good stuck in your ass. I reach down and pick up the riding crop. I trace the tip of the crop over your body. Over your arms and your back. Over the backs of your thighs and finally your ass. "I am going to whip you now slut," I announce to you. "You need to understand that I will not tolerate mistakes. You will count the blows and thank me for each one. Do you understand?" "Yes, Master." "You will not let the butt plug slip out of your ass. It is there to remind you of your place. To remind you of my control over you. Do you understand?" "Yes, Master." I tell you then, if the plug so much as slips one inch out of your ass, I will add ten lashes for every inch. And with that I bring the riding crop down on your ass checks. "One, thank you Master." I raise the crop high in the air and bring it down on the opposite cheek. "Two," you cry out. "Thank you, Master." I continue to rain blows down on the ass. I go back and forth, striking you on your right cheek and then your left. I then switch to the wooden paddle and give you several more smacks on your very red behind. Finally, when I feel you have served your punishment and I need some release of my own, I stop. I stand and tell you to rise and kneel before me. You comply and I can see that your eyes are wet and tears are running down your cheeks. I tell you to remove my pants. First you remove my shoes and then you reach up and unbutton my pants and slide the zipper down. You slide my pants down and reveal my stiff, throbbing cock. As I strip off my shirt, you take my pants completely off. I stand before you, my cock hard and sticking straight out from my body. "Suck my cock," I tell you. And in a flash your warm mouth and tongue is surrounding my dick. You attack my cock like it is the last meal you will ever have. You swirl your tongue around the head and run your lips up and down the shaft. You then take my entire length all the way down your throat. You are fucking amazing. You remove your mouth from my cock and when you do I tell you to look up at me. You obey and gaze up at me with your big, beautiful eyes. I then tell you to look at me while you slowly take the entire length of my cock down your throat. You bring your lips up to my cock and surround the head with them. You slowly and seductively swallow my ever so hard cock all the way down until the whole thing is all the way inside your mouth. I then order you to keep looking at me as you keep it in your mouth and buried to the root. "That is where you belong now," I say looking deep into your eyes. "On your knees before me and your mouth stuff full of my cock." I then tell you to return to sucking my cock. And when I can't take any more I push you off me. I reach down and pull you to your feet. I kiss you deeply and ask you if you would now like to cum. "Oh yes, Master, let me cum. Please, please Master let me cum," you cry. I kiss you deeply again and then lead you over to my large oak desk. With the butt plug still stuck deep in your ass, I bend you over it. I push your legs apart with my feet. I tell you that you have permission to cum once I am all the way inside you. But, I repeat again, not to let the butt plug slip out. With my hard cock in hand, I enter your dripping wet cunt with one swift thrust. Once inside you, I grab onto your hips and start fucking you long and hard. I pound your pussy relentlessly as I slap your ass. You scream and moan with pleasure and ecstasy. No one has ever fuck you like this. Almost primeval, like an animal. No one has ever used you like this. You are simply a device, a toy for my pleasure. You love it, you know it is wrong, you shouldn't be enjoying this act. But you can't help it. You have found your place. You are a slut and a whore. But you take pride in the realization that you are my slut and my whore. You know now that you belong to me. And so, when you can no longer hold back any longer, you throw your head back and scream out as you cum harder than you ever have in your life. I continue to thrust inside you and then I pull out of your pussy and flip you around. I push you back onto the desk and put your legs over my shoulders. I slam my cock back inside you and continue to fuck you forcefully. I continue my assault on your sex until you have cum again. I pound and pound into you until I reach the point of no return. I pull out of you and order you to get on your knees and open your mouth. You follow my orders immediately and present yourself before me. I stroke my cock and explode into mouth and on your face. I shower you with a copious amount of my cum. When I am finished I tell you to clean off my cock and so still with my cum on your face you take my cock back in your mouth and clean me off. When I am satisfied with your work, I pull my cock out of your mouth and look down at you. "Get dress and go clean yourself up, you fucking slut," I say and start to walk off. Then I turn back and say, "You may remove your collar for now, but leave the butt plug in." I walk toward my private bathroom. As I reach the door, I hear you say, "Yes, Master." A Quiet Day at the Office Ch. 02 The story continues... You remain on your knees in my office. You can still hear the echos of your voice saying, "Yes, Master..." The smell of sex... of what was just done to you lingers in the air. You feel sore between your legs. Your thighs are bruised and your cunt aches from the sound fucking you just received. Your ass is still sore from the whipping you received and serves as a reminder of what will happen to you if you displease me again. As you reach back with your hand to massage your shapely ass, you feel a glob of the cum I shot all over your face drip down to your upper lip. You instinctively lick your lips and savor the treat you have found. Your action reminds you of the warm spray of cum still on your face. I told you to clean yourself up and not wanting to disobey me you begin to do just that. You bring your delicate hands up to your face and begin to wipe off the residual semen that is there. You gather it from your forehead, your chin, your cheeks and from under your eyes. When you are certain that you have collected it all in your hands, you look down at them and let out a small gasp. "So much," you say to yourself, "My Master, cums so much..." "My Master..." you smile as a rush of warmth surrounds your body like a blanket on a cold winters night. You delight in the realization that you are now my property. You rise off your knees. Your movement causes the butt plug still stuck in ass to twist and turn a bit. You tremble slightly. God, it feels so fantastic. The sensation is incredible, so lusciously wicked. As this has been your first foray into the decadent world of anal pleasure, you had no idea it would feel this good. You feel so deliciously full. You blush as you begin to wonder what my rock hard cock would feel like slamming in and out of your tight anal passage. "Maybe Master will fuck me in my ass later tonight," you smile to yourself. "Maybe," you silently muse. "Maybe, if I am lucky... if I am so very lucky." The lascivious fantasy of being savagely ass fucked causes you to get aroused again. You feel a wetness starting to flow between your legs. For a moment you think about touching yourself, but any desire you have quickly disappears when you remember what you have in your hands. Your hands are useless for the moment... that is until you can clean them off. You look at them, coated with my seed, my juice. You consider your options for cleaning them off. Then you stop your train of thought and smile to yourself. "Yes, that is what my Master would want," you deduce. "It is what he would expect of me. To consume my Master's essence." So you bring your hands up to your mouth and begins to lick them clean. You slurp the cum out of your palms, you trace your tongue along your fingers before eagerly sucking them into your mouth. You do not want to waste a precious drop of my being. It is so good. So exquisitely beautiful you think. My Master would be so proud of me. When you are finished, when there is simply no more of my cum, you look at your hands. You find that you are oddly sad... strangely disappointed. It was not enough. You find that you want more. You want more of my cum. Your newly discovered appetite has not been satiated. You ponder going into my private bathroom and dropping to your knees and begging to sucking me dry. But in an instant, you stop yourself. "What is happening to me," you wonder. "Why am I behaving this way. What is wrong me?" Then it dawns on you. You are changing... undergoing a metamorphosis. You are becoming that which you never thought possible... a greedy, ravenous, cum loving slut. Yes, that is it and you wish that I was here with you right now. That I would order you to your knees and command you to suck my cock and then make you beg swallow my cum. But then a remembrance of your old life flashes before eyes. You see yourself as the model of decorum. You see yourself in your crisp tailored clothes. Hair pulled back, sitting behind your desk. Then you feel the leash, that is still attached to your collar, dangle between your breasts and rubbing up against your stomach. The coldest of the chain links makes you shiver. You reach up and unhook it from the collar. You gather up the leash in your hands and look down at it. You reach up and feel the collar that is still around your neck. No, this is not you. You do not act this way. You are not a wanton slut and a cum whore. You are a good girl. You are not made to suck cock and you are certainly not forced to beg for cum. "No," you say to yourself. "I am no man's cum slut." And yet, even as you stand there and try and convince yourself, you are certain, as surely as day follows night, that upon my command you will immediately and without hesitation obey my orders without question. Your body is no longer your possession. You are mine. Your pussy, your mouth and your ass belong to me. I am your Master and you know that you will perform any act however humiliating. And you will love it... and you know that I will love you for it. It is reinforced when you look at the desk to your right. The desk were you were taken in an act of primitive lust. You stare at the desk as you place the leash on it. The images and sensations of your exploitation are almost palpable. You start to playback the scene in your head. My forcibly bending you over the desk, my roughly spreading your legs apart and barbarically slamming my cock in and out of your pussy. Your visions start to become so real and begin to grow in such intensity that you start to become wet again. You reach up and feel the collar again. Yes, you say to yourself, this is where this belongs. Your legs then start to become weak and fearing that you will topple over you reach out and grab onto the desk. The warmth of the wood is a secure and welcome feel to your hands. As you do, you stare down at the clock that sits on my desk. It reads ten minutes to one. You then realize that you do not have much time. The rest of the office staff will be returning from lunch. You have only a few minutes to get dressed and make yourself presented to the outside world. You remove the collar and scramble to replace it and leash in the cabinet and to gather your clothes together. You slide your black lace panties up your legs and then slip into your matching bra. You step into your skirt and pull on your blouse. Your heels are next as you scurry out the door and down the hall to the bathroom. You stop only to retrieve your pulse from your desk. All the while concentrating on the butt plug stuck in your ass. You are mindful of it and do not want it to slip out. Once inside the bathroom to do a quick once over of your appearance. Your countenance is a bit disconcerting. Your cheeks are flushed and your hair is rather disheveled. If one was to walk in on you in such a state of bliss, they would certainly wonder as to its cause. But thankfully, you are spared any explanation as you fix your hair and reapply your make-up. When you are finished you smile at yourself in the mirror. You have returned your outward appearance to that of your former self. No one will be the wiser, even though you know that your inner self has forever been irrevocably altered. You return to your desk. The rest of the day passes without incident, but not without a heighten charge of carnal intensity. For you have trouble focusing on your work as even the tiniest movement in your chair causes the butt plug to shift. The overwhelming pressure and fullest you feel causes you to remain almost constantly wet to the point that you are certain that your wetness is leaving a stain on your clothes and seeping out onto your chair. Your frenzied state nearly reaches critical mass when at one point you have to show a new client into my office and as you enter you feel an atmosphere of sexual tension in the room. It is tangible. You can feel it crawl along your skin like an inch you are unable to scratch. You want nothing more than for me to dismiss the client and order you to your knees. But I do not. I regard you in a formal, professional manner. And that does nothing but ratchet up the provocative aura already present the room. The severe tightening you feel in the pit of your stomach makes you just want to scream. You remain calm though and with tremendous effort say, "Will there be anything else..." but you are not sure how to finish the sentence. You are in the presence on another person and want to be discreet. "Sir," I say looking at you, knowing full well that the butt plug is still firmly lodged in your ass. "Sir, is the word I believe you are looking for." "Yes Sir, I'm sorry. Will there be anything else, Sir?" "No thank, Miss Jones, that will be all for now." Very well, Sir," you smile secretly to me and exit the room. Then at the end of the day, after everyone has left, I call you into my office. Once you have enter, I order you to lock the door and stand before me as a sit on the couch. You do so eagerly and seconds later present yourself to me. I regard you with a rather cool detachment and say, "Do you still have the butt plug inside you?" "Yes, Sir," you reply with your eyes cast down. Yes, Master. When we are alone in this office or anywhere else, you will always address me as Master. When someone is in this office with us, you will address me as Sir. Do you understand?" "Yes, Master." "Good. Now strip and show me that the butt plug is still in your ass," I say. "But this time leave your heels on." With that strip off your clothes. "Kneel," I say. "And turn your ass toward me." "Yes, Master." You turn around and kneel and then I give the command "Worship." In an instant you spread your legs, cross your hands behind your back and place your head to the floor. And so when you bend over, you display the butt plug in all its glory. "Very good, my pet," I say with a sly smile and reach out and play with the nasty toy in your ass. As I twist and pull on it slightly I hear a gentle moan escape your lips. I then slide my hand down and stroke the soft folds of your pussy. God, you are so fucking wet. I find your clit and roll it around between my fingers. You moan again, only this time much louder and more guttural. "Does my slut like that?" "Yes, Master," you cry out. "Would my slave like to cum again?" "Oh God, yes... yes, Master! Please, oh God please let me cum. I will do anything you ask!! JUST PLEASE GOD, LET ME CUM!!" "Yes, I know you will," I say calmly. And with that I remove my hand and order you to rise up and face me, but to remain on your knees. "Yes, Master," you reply and follow my commands. Once you are facing me I ask you, "Is it your desire to serve me completely? Is it your desire to become my pleasure slave?" You pause for perhaps the briefest of moments and then while still looking down you utter, "Yes, Master." Hardly believing yourself that you are actually agreeing to this. "Look at me, pet." You raise your eyes to meet mine. "Do you consent of your own free will?" "Yes, Master," you say with your eyes locked on mine. "Very well. Then let this be the start of your training period. I will accept you as a pleasure slave, but on a strictly probationary basis. If I am not satisfied with your performance after three months time, you will be dismissed. You must prove yourself worthy of serving me. In other words, you must earn the right, dare I say pleasure of serving me. Do you understand?" "Yes, Master." "Do you accept the terms and conditions of the contract?" "Yes, Master," you say as you feel your juices flowing out of your pussy and running down your thighs. "GOD! WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME!!" you want to scream out loud as you look back down at the floor. "Why can't I stop this." But the truth is you don't want it to stop, you never want it to stop. Not ever again. "Very good, my new pet," I say as I stand up and move toward you. "Rise and remove my cloths." You follow my order and moments later I am naked. I sit back down on the couch and order you to kneel and to stroke my cock with your hand. The motion of your hand combined with the growing heat of the situation causes my cock to swell. In a matter of moments I am hard as rock. You continue your ministrations on my tumescent hardness. "So big," you say to yourself. "Such a beautiful cock." You want to look up at me so I can see the pleading in your eyes. The need to suck my cock is pulsing through your veins. You can barely control yourself. You cannot keep your eyes off my cock and I see you try and steal glances up at my quivering member. I see your thoughts and desires betray you as you lick your lips. "Look at me slut," I say to you. You continue to stroke me as you look up. "You want to suck my cock, don't you?" Since you do not respond fast enough I say, "Answer me, bitch." "Yes, Master. I want to suck your cock" "Why?" I inquire. "Because... I want.. I need..." your words fall off as you look down hoping to find some security in the carpeted floor. "Look at me slut," I say very sternly. Your eyes rise up and meet mine. "When I tell you to look at me, I expect to you obey me. Do you understand? "Yes, Master," you say meekly. "Please forgive me." "Perhaps.. you need a more tactile reminder of my authority over you. A few dozen lashes with the crop... or the paddle?" Fear overcomes your body and you almost shrink into a tiny ball on the floor. But, you do not take your eyes off me as you cry out, "No Master, please do not punish me, I promise I'll be good." "Then answer the question slut. Why do you want to suck my cock?" You continue to look up me, "Why... why is he making me say it out loud?" you ask yourself. But then a strange feeling of awareness takes hold of you. You suddenly realize that you want to answer. Yes, you want to declare your wants and desires. A sense of elation washes over you. "I want to suck your cock," you declare. "Because I want to please you with my mouth, Master. I am a pleasure slave, your pleasure slave, Master. And I want you to cum in my mouth so I can swallow it down. I want your cum, Master. I need it. I need it to feel whole, complete. I am your cum slut, Master. Please, give me your cum. Please give me the honor and pleasure of drinking it down." God you feel so powerful saying that out loud. But it was the truth and the truth as they say will set you free. Then you add with ravenous eyes, "Please command, Master." I look down at you with such pride. You have reached that point I always knew you would. "Suck my cock, slut." You are on me in flash. Fueled by lust and desire you attack my cock with your mouth and tongue. You suck the head of my cock between your lips and then take the entire length down your throat. I throw my head back and let out a loud moan. My reactions increase your desire more and you pump your mouth up and down rapidly on my cock. You run your lips and tongue up and down my shaft coating my cock with your saliva. "Please, give it to me Master," you pant as you remove your mouth from my cock and stroke me with your hand. You lick my balls, sucking them alternately into your mouth. "Please give me all of your cum." You take me back into your mouth and continue your oral assault on my cock. I glow in amazement at your transformation. Your ferocious exuberance is a feast for my eyes. You are wild and untamed... your actions are almost uncivilized. You want my cum so badly. It is as if my seed is the antidote to the poison of your former life. You feel your pulse quicken, your heart beat faster, your blood racing once again to your sex. But now you no longer question your behavior or your former beliefs. You no longer fight it. You accept it. You welcome and embrace your new self. This is your new identity. YES... YOU ARE A PLEASURE SLAVE... YOU ARE A CUM SLUT!! And you want to scream to from the mountain tops for all to hear. It is a revelation. And you relish in knowing it. I feel my balls begin to tighten. I know that I will not be able to hold off for much longer. I reach down to remove my cock from your mouth and stand up. You look up at me with the petulance of a child who has one of her toys taken away. But your countenance turns to bliss as you see me start to stroke my cock with my hand. You know what is coming. You are beside yourself, practically giddy with passion. "Yes, oh yes... Master is going to give me his cum... his sweet, luxurious cum." You want my cum so much that you can barely sit still as I tell you to open your mouth. You do so gladly, stretching your mouth open as wide as you can. "I want you to catch my cum in your mouth and hold it there. You are not to swallow it until I tell you. Do you understand?" "Yes Master, I understand," you say and then throw your mouth open again. I continue to stroke myself as I move closer to you and position my cock at your open mouth. As I hold you by the back of the head I moan out, "Here it comes, slut," and explode in a series of blasts that deposits an bountiful amount of semen into your hungry, waiting mouth. When I have finished shooting my load into your mouth I pull back and tell you to keep your mouth open. I tell you to show me my cum. You push my cum to the front of your mouth and let it coat your tongue. "Look at me, pet." You immediately lock your eyes on mine. "Would you like to swallow my cum?" Since you cannot really speak, you nod your head very quickly. "Are you a pleasure slave? Are you a cum slut?" You nod quickly again and say to yourself, "Oh God... please Master, please command me!!" I stroke your face lightly and finally say the words that you so want to hear. "Swallow, slut." And upon my command, you avariciously swallow my cum. You treasure the pure lasciviousness of the act of letting my cum slide down your throat. God it tastes sooooo wonderful, you moan to yourself. After you swallowed my load, I order you to open your mouth to show me it is all gone. With pleasure you snap your mouth open to proudly show me you obeyed me without question. I feel an overwhelming sense of joy as I look down at you. I reach down and help you to your feet. I place my hand under your chin and raise up your face. I kiss you gently on the lips and tell you how very proud I am of you. I tell you to look at me and I ask you if you would like to cum again. "If it pleases you Master," you say with tears of happiness forming in your eyes. "I would like to very much." "Then cum for me slut," I say as I slip my hand between your legs and play with your soaking wet pussy. I run my fingers along your cunt lips before sliding one and then two of my fingers into your pussy. You moan wildly with pleasure as you put your arm around me and pull yourself closer to me. I slip my fingers out of your hole and stroke your swollen clit. Rolling it back and forth between my fingers. As I do this I reach my other hand around to your ass and begin to manipulate your anal passage with the butt plug. I twist it around in your ass. I grab on to the base of the plug and begin to slide it in and out of your backdoor. And so you start to get it from both ends. At the same time that I am fingering your clit, I am fucking your ass with the butt plug. I hear your breathing begin to become shallow and I feel your body begin to shake. I know that you are close to cumming. So I increase the tempo of my movements... and then moments later you throw your other arm around me and scream as you orgasm and grind your body against mine. You then collapse into me. I hold you in my arms until you have come back down to earth. I bring my lips down and kiss you deeply. I then reach back behind you and tell you to relax. You do, and then you feel me take hold of the butt plug and slide it out of you. I feel your body go almost limp against mine at it's removal. A Quiet Day at the Office Ch. 02 I show you the plug that has been shoved up your ass all day. I tell you that I want you to take it from me and put it back up your ass. You then reach out and take it from me. I order you over to the couch and to kneel on it with your ass pointing in my direction. As you obey, I tell you to look back at me the whole time as you slide the plug back into your ass. Your eyes focus in on mine as you begin to reinsert the nasty toy. You moan softly as it starts to penetrate you. But due to the fact that you are quite sufficiently stretched the butt plug slides in rather effortlessly. And as the widest part of the plug slips past your anal opening and you the feel the now familiar "pop" you let out another soft moan as your ass closes around the base of the plug. "Very good, pet. Now I want you to gather your things together. You will be coming home with me this evening. In fact, you will be staying the entire weekend. We need to get started on your training." "Yes Master, you say as you move off the couch and begin to pick up your clothes. There is a bounce in your step and you feel surprisingly happy and safe at the start of your new life. To be continued... A Quiet Day at the Office Ch. 03 The story continues... As you climb off the couch with the butt plug firmly in place, you bask in the afterglow of sexual bliss. Your cunt glistens and still pulsates with sensual energy. Your swollen clit radiates with such sensitivity that if I was to but flick it with the tip of my tongue your body would most certainly explode in a violent and glorious climax. Your last orgasm was so powerful that it has left your legs feeling a bit wobbly. As you try to balance on your heels, you think back to this morning when you woke up. About how you greeted the day as you had always... without it seemed a sense or purpose to your life. You seemed lost in the world... unable to find your true calling. But now, as you smile a most becoming and resplendent smile, you know that you are no longer lost. That you for once have a purpose in your life. A duty, if you will. For the first time in your life, you have a direction. You know who and what you are. You who were born to be. You are a pleasure slave. You feel your heart skip a beat as you consciously acknowledge the fact. You had always felt, always known that something had been missing in your life. You could not explain it, but it was palpable. But you know that you have always been searching for your identity. And know you know now that you have finally found yourself. Your destiny. You smile at the fact that you are no longer afraid. "I am a pleasure slave... No," you correct yourself. "I am Master's pleasure slave... And," you add with emphasis, "His cum slut!" Your hedonistic grin seems to almost elevate you and you glide about the room retrieving your clothes. As you strut about, you feel the now ever familiar sensation of the butt plug. Its function seeming to be to keep you in a constant state of sexual readiness. You do not even question the fact that you are still seemingly aroused. That your cunt feels like it is constantly wet. You become aware that the plug's touch... its caress... is no longer foreign to you. It is as if the nasty toy is in the place where it has always belonged. And that it seems to aid in the happiness and joy that flows through you as you bend over to pick your black lace panties up off the floor. I watch you gaze down at them. You roll the delicate fabric between your thumb and forefinger. You then grin, a sly mischievous grin, as you realize that this will not be just the first, but the second time today that you have had to slide them up your smooth, silky legs in my office. You steady yourself on your heels as you place your left foot through the opening and are about to step into them when my voice stops you, "No, my Pet. I did not say to get dressed. I said to gather your clothes together." You take off your panties and hold them in your hands. Although you do not look directly at me, you cast a frightened and confused look in my direction. I read your thoughts and say, "Do not worry, Pet. I have no intention of having you leave the building naked. You brought a coat to work this morning did you not?" "Yes, Master," you reply succinctly. "It's hanging by my desk." "Excellent. I'm sure it will provide adequate coverage for you." "Yes, Master." "After all, we wouldn't want to excite the security guards too much, would we Pet." "No, Master." So I order you to neatly fold your clothes and place them on the couch. When you have finished I instruct you to go out to your desk and get your coat and then come back here. However, you do not move toward the door immediately. You hesitate. You look to your clothes on the couch. "But Master what if..." is all you are able to say before you are cut off with a stern, "Silence! You will do as I command, slut." "Yes Master," you say as you tentatively move toward the office door. "Wait," I call out to you. "Come here, now!" You freeze and turn to me. "Yes, Master." You practically drag your feet across the floor as you walk over to me with your head down. I can almost hear the scraping of the bottoms of your heels as they rub over the carpet. You know you are in trouble. You do not see my heated gaze upon you, but the realization that your behavior has angered me is beginning to sink in. You stop before me, your eyes cast down at the floor. Your breathing is becoming swallow as you stand there awaiting your punishment. I order you to go over the desk, bend over it and place your hands and forearms flat against the top. "You are not to remove your hands or arms from the desk until I give you permission. Do you understand, slut?" "Yes Master," you reply softly and do as you are instructed. You do not even question the fact that can feel your ready warm and moist pussy is beginning to really flow with your juices. Your need to obey is so great now that it causes blood to wildly race to your sex and your arousal to instantly increase. Still, your movements are slow and seductive. Your hope is to entice me with your body and your charms. And so moments later, you are bent over the desk with your back arched and your ass sticking out. The butt plug still smug in its place. You hope that by merely displaying your wares, I will take mercy on you and stick my cock inside you. That I will fuck your sweet pussy with the reckless abandon that I did earlier that day. That I will grab onto your hips and slam my rock hard cock in your cunt with such tremendous force that you will cum from the shear friction of my balls slapping over and over and over again against your clit. You hear me move across the room and open a cabinet. You are certain that you know which cabinet I am opening. It is the one that contains all the delicious toys. You remember seeing some of them earlier in day when you put away the collar and leash. There was an assortment of whips and paddles and restraints... as well as other libidinous devices. As you ponder my selection, you feel your wetness increase. Under normal circumstances, you would reach your hand between your legs and play with yourself. You would run your hand down the sides of your lips and roll your clit around and around in your fingers. You would bring your other hand up to your breasts and twist and pull on your nipples as you thrust your hand in and out of your sex until your body started to quiver and shake and you screamed out as your orgasm rocked your entire being. But that was the past. Back when your body was your own. Back when your pussy belonged to you. Back before you became the property of your Master. This knowledge, this understanding does nothing to diminish your excited state. If anything it increases it. If anything it causes you to become wetter and wetter. In fact, you are becoming so wet that you are certain that I will see this. That I will see your essence seeping out of you and running down your thighs. It is at that moment that you, in fact, want me to see your arousal. That you want me to see how I effect you. How excited you become. How turned on I make you. How absolutely soaking wet your pussy gets. You do not see the instrument of discipline I select. It is a twelve inch long, two inch wide hard leather strap. I hold it firmly in my hand and walk back over to my desk. I stand directly behind you. I order you to stand on your tip toes. You obey me. I must admit, you look amazing bent over the desk. Your back arched... your ass showcased in all it glory. I confess that I am tempted to abstain from disciplining you and simply fuck you silly. I feel the heat swelling in my cock. The blood rushing in waves. My cock grows to an incredible length... it is so big and so very stiff. You do not see the effect you have on me. You do not see my hard tumescent member. I look at the strap in my hand and very nearly place it on the desk. But then I remember that you disobeyed me and you must be punished. Otherwise, how will you ever learn? This is after all, your training period. You let out a gentle whimper as I run my hand over your ass. My cock throbs as I notice how wet you are. How your sex is coated with your juices. You look so amazingly beautiful bend over like this. My God... how I want to plunge my hard quivering member inside you. I want to fuck you so bad right now, I can barely stand it. I want so much to feel your hot, tight, slick pussy wrap around me. I want to ram my palpitating cock in and out and in and out of you. But, then I become conscious of the strap in my hand and I realize that I too must control myself. I look at you and say, "You want to touch yourself don't you, slut." "No Master," you say. Even though we both know it's a lie I say, "Now don't lie to me, slut. Tell me the truth. You desperately want to touch yourself don't you?" You play along, "Oh no Master." I run the strap over your ass and then bring it down firmly on your right ass cheek and then your left. SMACK!! CRACK!! You scream loudly as you practically jump out of your skin. And then to make matters worse, you remove your hands form the desk and bring them back to your rub your ass. "Oh, that is going to cost you later, slave. But first, tell me the truth, slave. Do you want to touch yourself?" "Yes Master," you cry out as you quickly replace your hands on the desk. "Yes... I want to touch myself. I want to stroke my pussy and play with my clit." "Then why don't you?" "Because... because my pussy doesn't belong to me anymore." I reach between your legs and finger your soaking wet cunt. You gasp slightly as I draw tiny circles on your clit with my finger. I marvel at your excited state. I still can't believe how wet you are and it causes my cock to pulsate and throb even more. I know how badly you want me to fuck you because you start to moan loudly and begin rotate your hips as I continue my manipulation of your sex. But you are not supposed to be enjoying this and so I remove my hand from your cunt and bring it sharply down on your right ass cheek. A loud... SMACK... echos around the room as I sternly say, "I did not give you permission to enjoy this, slut." "I'll sorry, Master. This pathetic slave could not help it. Please forgive me. It's just... your touch is so incredible that I have trouble controlling by reactions." "Well, you had better start doing better slave," I say as I slip my fingers inside your pussy. You are so wet that my fingers slip in effortlessly. And although you try, with what I am sure is great difficultly, you cannot suppress the soft moan that escapes your lips as my fingers penetrate deep into your warm wet pussy. "So... this pussy doesn't belong to you?" "No, Master." "Well then, who does this pussy belong to?" I ask as I remove my fingers and replace them with the leather strap. In between rubbing your cunt with the hard leather, I intermittently spank your clit lightly with the flat side of strap. All the while asking you, "Who does this pussy belong to... who does this pussy belong to?" "It belong to you Master," you groan as I continue gently spank your sex. "Yes," I state to you. "This pussy, in fact your whole body, your mouth, your ass, your breasts... belong to me. And do not ever forget it." "I won't Master, I promise. I belong to you... all of me," you moan. I then remove the strap from your pussy and trace it around your ass. "It is now time for you to be disciplined. This is not punishment. Since we have started your training program, this is discipline. I use discipline as a behavior modification tool. Punishment, on the other hand, is for insubordination and willful disobedience. I can tell you now that you will be disciplined many times during your training period, but I can guarantee you that you will only be punished a few times. Do you know why that is, Pet?" "No, Master." "If I have to punish you more than just a few times, that means you just aren't understanding that I want you to obey me at all times, and that I will not tolerate insubordination. I can put up with a slow learner, but if I think that you are willfully disobedient or insubordinate, I will have no use for you and will send you on your way. Is that clear? "Yes, Master." "Excellent. Then can you tell me why I am disciplining you?" "Because I failed to follow your order fast enough. I hesitated." "That is correct, slave. You must learn that you do not question my orders. When I command you to do something you are to respond immediately and without hesitation. Do you understand? "Yes, Master." "Good. Now you must keep your hands and forearms on the table throughout this discipline session. If you remove your hands or forearms after a strike to your ass, that blow with not count and will be repeated. Do you understand? "Yes, Master." "Good. Are you ready then to begin your first training session?" "Yes, Master." I tell you that for this first session you will reach ten strokes on each ass cheek with the leather strap. I remind that you that although you previously removed your hands and arms from the desk, this was not part of this discipline session and will not be considered a violation of the session. "However," I lean in and whisper in your ear, "You will have to pay for it at a future time." Your body quivers slightly when I tell you that I first need to warm your butt up a bit and so I start to spank your ass cheeks with the palm of my hand. I begin with some light smacks to your ass and gradually build up to some heavier blows. When I think your are sufficiently warmed up, I take the strap firmly in my hand and rub it up and down on your ass. I then tap your right ass cheek lightly with the strap a few times and then bring the hard leather strap down sharply and with great force on your ass. You let out a vociferous howl as an explosion of agony rips through your body. This was soooo much harder than the first couple of swats and you can't help it but you reach back and grab your ass. You had no idea that the pain would be so great. Your mind drifts back to earlier in the day, when I whipped you with the crop. It was nothing compared to this. "I'm afraid, we will need to repeat that one," I say calmly to you. "Yes, Master," you reply as you return your arms and hands to the desk. I bring the strap back down on your ass with the same amount of force and although you still cry out in pain, you keep your hands on the desk. I raise the strap up and bring it down sharply on your other ass cheek. Again you cry out, but still you keep your hands and arms on the desk. And so your first training session continues. With the strap in hand I rain blows down on your ass cheeks. I strike you with passion and precision. Your eyes begin to water and tears start to roll down your face. But then the endorphin begin to kick in and a crazy mixture of pain and pleasure rushes through your body. You discover that you are beginning to enjoy this. You find that the smacks to your ass does nothing to diminish your already aroused state. In fact, every blow to your ass seems to cause a bolt of electricity to surge to your sex. You can't believe it, it does not seem possible, but you feel the wetness between your legs increasing. Your cunt is completely saturated with your juices. You feel it gushing out of you and running down your thighs. It is as if each spank to your ass... each smack is removing the last residual fragments of your old "vanilla" life. However, at one point the pain becomes too great... too intense, and your hands come off the desk again in an attempt to shield your butt from further discipline. You beg for me to stop, "Mercy please, Master." I stop as you rub your ass with your hands hoping that your caresses with bring you some comfort. When you return your hands to the desk, I calmly inform you that the last swats will have to be repeated. You nod as more tears roll down your cheeks. I raise up the strap and continue the discipline session. It passes without further repetition. When it is over I tell you rise off the desk. I move closer to you and place the strap on top of my desk. I put my arms around you and tell you that you performed beautifully and that I am very proud of you. I turn your head to me and kiss your lips and face and neck. You feel the coolness of my naked thighs press against your burning cheeks. My cock, which remained very hard during your flogging, presses into your body. You sign as you feel my hard cock rubbing against your skin. You take comfort in the heat that radiates from it. You become wetter still when you understand that it is you and you alone that have aroused me. That you have pleased me. I kiss you again and tell you to remain standing where you are. I then break our embrace and move to my bathroom. I retrieve some rich and luxurious body lotion from a cabinet and return to you. I put some of the cooling lotion in my hand and tell you to bend over the desk slightly. When you do, I apply the lotion to your hot flesh. You whimper as I delicately smear the soothing lotion into your skin. "Have you learned your lesson, my Pet?" "Yes, Master. I will obey you immediately and without question." "Excellent," I say as I slip my left hand around and begin to play with your hot, moist, dripping sex. My God, I say to myself, it is not possible... you are even wetter than before. Your pussy feels like it is on fire. You whimper at my touch. I shift your right leg up and rest your knee on my desk. This provides me with better access to your cunt. I continue to toy with your pussy, playing careful attention to your clit. As I do, your whimpering becomes louder and more pronounced. "Is there anything you would like slave?" I ask as I grind my hard rock into your burning hot ass cheek. "Yes... Master... your cock... please... please... please... fuck me with your magnificent cock... stick it in me... please,,, oh God, please... fuck this slave with your big... hard... powerful cock. Please give it to me... I need it soooo bad!!!" "Gladly Pet," I say as I position myself behind you and grab my cock and glide it to the opening of your pussy. I tease you a little by rubbing the mushroom shaped head of my cock up and down over your silt. I do until you cannot take it any longer and beg me loudly to "PLEASE FUCK ME, MASTER!!!" And so I jam my cock inside you with one swift movement and grab onto your hips and fuck you in the same manner as I did earlier in the day. My cock slams into you hard and fast and unrelenting. Your moans are wild and guttural and libidinous as my stiff cock thrusts in and out and in and out. "Oh God... oh God..." you wail. "You're soooo big. It's soooo big, Master... your cock... It's soooo good, Master. Your cock feels soooo fucking good in my pussy." I keep up my inexorable assault on your cunt. The sound of my upper thighs slapping against your ass cheeks reverberates around the room. And the friction of our skin together serves as a constant reminder to you of your discipline session and does nothing if not ratchet up your already increased sexual arousal. Each time my skin comes in contact with your heated bottom it causes you to wince a little, but does not stop you down the road to orgasm. If anything, it acts as a device. You begin to moan louder and louder and I sense that you are reaching the point of no return. I increase my cock's attack on you as you yell out your impending climax. I feel my balls begin to tighten and tell you to cum, that I want you to cum with me. I hold on to your hips tightly and pound and pound into you. You barbarically scream, "Master... I'm cumming... I'm cumming... OH GOD... I'M CUMMING... I'M CUMMING... OH GOD... I'M STILL CUMMING!!!!" I follow suit and howl out my orgasm and empty the contents of my balls into you. I collapse on top of you and together we try in vain to catch our breath and return to earth. A Quiet Day at the Office Ch. 04 The story continues... The night is sultry. The warm breeze that gently caresses the leaves in the trees is a welcome relief to you. It washes over your naked skin and helps to alleviate the slightly dull, but gradually increasing sharp pang in your knees. In addition... you smile wickedly to yourself... the breeze has another effect. A much more lustful effect. It helps in keeping your bare nipples in a constant state of arousal. You ponder your current emotional state. A single word immediately comes into your mind. Lust. Webster's Dictionary defines it as... "Having an intense desire or need... a craving... usually an intense or unbridled sexual urge..." Yes... this is exactly how you feel. It is lust. Pure and simple and complete. You feel totally removed from the mundane sexual constraints of former boring vanilla life. When you arrived at work this morning... you did not think it possible that by the evening you would find yourself in this position... Stripped naked... kneeling... head prostrated before your Master's door... a butt plug firmly lodged in your ass... pussy dripping wet with your essence. Or... that you would truly love it so dearly... that you would come to crave this sweet torture. Yes... it is lust that is sustaining you as you continued to kneel on the ground in front of my door. "My Master's door," you correct yourself. "My Master's door. My Master's house." Lust. Yes... lust you grin. This is most assuredly the feeling... the desire... the need... It is this very state of your mind that is keeping your nipples hard and erect.... and your pussy... you correct yourself yet again... "My Master's pussy..." so swollen and so aching and so soaking wet... and your mind distracted from the throbbing, monotonous pain in your knees. Naturally this state of lasciviousness causes your conscious mind to begin to wander... and you think back to this morning. To your former... ordinary life... as you were getting ready for work. You remember rising from your bed... slipping out of your simple white cotton t-shirt and innocent white cotton panties... and walking into your bathroom. You remember turning on the shower and stepping underneath the warm and inviting spray. You remember reaching for your scented bath soap... mmmmm... rubbing it in your hands... creating a rich and luxurious lather. You remember running your creamy hands all over your body... you remember the flowery aroma of jasmine and roses filling your senses. You remember caressing your supple breasts with your hands... teasing yourself... just a little... as you roll your fingers around your nipples. Your sensitive nipples starting to become hard... and you play with them for a moment or two before bringing your soapy hands down across your smooth stomach and finally down to your dewy sex... your hands begin to manipulate the delicate creases of your cunt. As your slick fingers slide over your pussy lips and swirl around your now burgeoning clit you remember thinking about... Jonathan!! "Oh, my God... Jonathan," you very nearly call out his name as you snap out of your reverie. "I completely forgot about Jonathan." Jonathan. Your mind drifts suddenly to the man you have been seeing for the last couple of weeks. "Man..." you then quietly repeat to yourself and smile a bemusing smile. "Jonathan is not a man." And although you and he were the same age, you were in many ways so much older than he. "He was really just a boy... a sweet, innocent boy... but not a man. Not like Master... now Master... He is a man. And a man with," you add with a devilishly lustful grin. "A magnificently beautiful and enormous cock... that Master uses with such divine expertise." Thoughts of Jonathan causes you think back to your last time together with him... about how he gently kissed you. About how tenderly he took you in his arms and caressed you... almost naively... as if it was his first time. But you remembering wanting more... so much more... You remember breaking from his warm embrace and getting on all fours with your ass sticking high in the air. You remember looking back at him and begging him with your eyes... and then words... to fuck you... to fuck you hard... to take you... to use you... to stick his hard cock inside you and just fuck you. You remember too, the somewhat stunned look on his face at your wanton plea. You remember that Jonathan did get in behind you... albeit rather reluctantly... as if he was actually repulsed by the idea of just ferally mounting you and then just fucking you long and hard and fast. Of slamming his cock deep inside your wet cunt. As if the thought of just using your body for his pleasure was foreign and unnatural... bordering on uncivilized. "Now Master..." you salaciously grin to yourself. "He would never act that way if I had offer myself to him in such a manner. Master would have indeed mounted me from behind. If..." you ponder for a moment... "If... that was how Master wanted to take me. Yes... oh yes... Master would have forcibly grab hold of my hips and rammed his gloriously thick and tumescent cock in my hot, wet cunt. Master would fuck me long and hard and relentlessly. Yes... Master would just fuck me... if for no other reason than to simply reaffirm his dominance over me. Yes... Master would use me... use me like a toy... use me as He pleased... for his own fervid sexual pleasures. Master would give me what I so desperately wanted and needed." The thoughts and images of me using you... of my hard cock thrusting in and out of your wet pussy causes your cunt to become even more saturated with your juices. You, of course, welcome your increased arousal as a clear indication that you have made the right decision. "Yes," you smile. "My dripping wet cunt knows what I want... probably even better than I do. And my cunt wants to serve Master. After all, my cunt belongs to my Master." But then an unexpected gust of wind causes you to shiver and suddenly wonder... "But for how long? How long will my pussy... and myself for that matter... be allowed to serve Master? How long until Master has his fill of me and I too am dismissed?" Like Kristen... You ponder your precarious situation as the soft and pleasant Indian Summer breeze return and continue its gentle shower on your naked skin... your nipples... your wet aching sex. You then think to yourself... someone once wrote that an Indian Summer is like a woman... ripe and hotly passionate... but fickle. One was never sure how long she would stay around or if she would ever be back. "I wonder if Master is fickle?" you silently muse and at once at brought back to the memories of your discovery by Kristen. "He must be... he dismissed Kristen. But why... was she not pretty enough? No..." you reassure yourself, "She is certainly attractive enough. Then why... what did she do? She must have done something... but what? How did she displease Master? And how will I know if I am making the same mistake she made?" These questions and countless others flow through your conscious mind to the point that you are very nearly shaking with fear. And to compound matters... almost at once... you start to feel a bit exposed... a bit vulnerable. Although that feeling... that sensation... is not without a certain level of excitement. However that being said... your exposure and even though the house is secluded and tucked away... causes a small amount of malaise courses through your body. But then... almost at once... almost miraculously... you are actually surprised when you realize that being naked and this exposed doesn't really bother you. That the fear of being discover... of being found out... in fact... if anything... adds to your seemingly never ending excited state. The simple fact that a stranger could happen upon you like this... naked and prostrate before your Master's front door... does bring back with it that now, oh too familiar sensation of your wet cunt to really start to drip and drip and drip... In fact you can hardly remember a moment today when your pussy was not dripping wet with your juices. You feel that your cunt has been burning hot all day and the sensation has not been diminished with the countless orgasms you have had. If anything your climaxes... as well as the butt plug that is still firmly stuck in your ass... have aided in ratcheting up your sexual bliss. As you kneel and wait, you review the events of the first day of the rest of your life. Being summon into Master's office... being ordered to strip off your clothes... kneeling before your Master... having the butt plug inserted into your ass. Oh God... the butt plug... that wickedly salacious device you muse as your thoughts of it causes your asshole to quiver around it. Its purpose... you begin think... to aid in your relinquishing control and to serve as a constant reminder that your entire body is no longer yours. Your memories of the day take you back to your first whipping... to sucking Master's beautifully hard cock... to being fucked senseless to mind blowing orgasm after mind blowing orgasm... As you wait outside the house on your knees in reflection, the faint scent of lilacs and white gardenias drifts into your senses. You inhale the sweet, fresh fragrance. The sensation causes you to forget for a moment the ever increasing discomfort you feel in your knees. You feel as though you have been waiting for an eternity... but you are sure it has been no more than five or ten minutes. "Why is Master leaving me out here for so long," you begin to wonder. "Have I done something wrong? Perhaps Master did not hear the door bell. It is after all a very large house." But then you realize that you have, in fact, done absolutely nothing wrong. That this is just part of the training. And then you remind yourself that you should not be questioning your Master's methods or decisions. But your anxiousness does start to betray you and for an instant you very nearly remove your hands from behind your back and reach for the bell. But you do not. You control your actions. "Master said to ring the bell once and to wait on my knees," you remind yourself. "And is what I will do. I will not disappoint My Master. He knows that I am out here. When Master is ready for me... when he wants me... he will summon me. And then I must be ready to serve Master. Quickly... and without hesitation." Even thought the seductive allure of the decadent possibilities that lie within the house are difficult to resist. However that does not stop the wave of trepidation and self-doubt that begins to into seep into your mind. Your thoughts again turn back to Kristen... Master's former pleasure slave. She was undoubtedly in this very position. Naked and kneeling outside Master's door. Yet... she failed somehow. She failed to please Master. She was dismissed... yes... she was... you saw the look... the look of longing... of lamentation... that she knew she no longer served Master... no longer suck Master's cock... felt the sublime sensation of deep throating Master's beautiful cock... no longer experienced the pure bliss of being fuck by Master... feeling His cock stretch her wide open. "Maybe she rang the bell twice," you think. "Yes, that could be it. Yes... this IS a test... part of the training... to see if I can control my emotions. Kristen obviously failed... but I will not." But as the lustful remembrances of the day continue to filter though... your warm wet cunt being savagely fucking by my cock... your warm wet mouth sucking on my cock and taking it deep down your throat... and then your begging for me to cum in your mouth and then waiting anxiously for permission to shallow it... another unexpected and even stronger gust of wind sends a deeper chill down your spine and you suddenly realize something even more frightening than discovering that Kristen was my former pleasure slave... and that she failed. No... the terrifying truth... the haunting realization... is that she was, in fact, merely one slave in what was surely a long line of former pleasure slaves. "How many pleasure slaves has Master had?" you begin to speculate. You close your eyes and replay your most recent discipline session at my hand... of being whipped... then paddled. "Master was so... accurate... so precise... so... so... so... perfect. Master struck my ass with such marvelous punctiliousness... with each fluid blow landing identically on top of the previous one. Yes... so perfect... almost... surgical." So perfect you begin to think that it is highly unlike that Master achieved such skill disciplining just Kristen alone. She had been working at the company only six months prior to yourself. No... you surmise Master must certainly have had other pleasure slaves... many... many others. What happened to them... were they simply dismissed also? Did they fail to please Master too? "Is that how it was going to be for me?" you ponder as tears start to form in the corners of your eyes. "Is that how I will feel? Sorrow... despair... Yes, most certainly," you admit to yourself. "I will feel all those things and more if Master sends me away... if he dismisses me." But then as you blink your tears away, you feel a sudden renewal of strength. "No... I will not let this happen... Master will never dismiss me because I will be the best pleasure slave he has ever had. Kristen and the others were nothing... they were clearly not absolutely devoted to Master... Yes, that is it... that is how I will distinguish myself... through my complete and absolute devotion to Master." And so... when you finally hear the sound you have been longing to hear... the sound of the front door opening... your heart is racing with the simple desire and need to please... with the simple desire and need to serve... with the simple desire and need to obey without question... with out hesitation. You are not fully aware of the fact, but you are fast becoming the ideal pleasure slave. I see you kneeling before me... I see your breath coming in rapid... shallow bursts. The fragrant aroma of your sex permeates the cool night air. "And what do we have here?" I ask with feigned innocence. "A pleasure slave, Master?" "A pleasure slave?" "Yes Master... your pleasure slave." "My pleasure slave... And what brings you here?" I inquire as I lightly grip the riding crop that is in my hand. "I am here... to continue my training. I am here to serve you Master in any way you see fit. I desire only to please you and to give you pleasure. My body is yours to use in any way you wish. I will obey you without question or hesitation. I wait and long and desire only to be commanded by you." "Do you make this decision to submit to me... to serve me... to call me Master... to obey me... to be trained be me... all of your own free will?" "Yes, Master. Of my free will." "Then remove your shoes and give them to me," I command. "Yes, Master," you say and instantly reach back and take off your heels. Then with your head still bowed before me, you present them to me. I take them from you and say, "You must be free from any clothes before entering My domain for training purposes. Do you understand? "Yes, Master." "Excellent. On all fours then." You obey and bring your hands forward and place them on the ground just outside the door. "Now, crawl to the center of the foyer and stop." Although it causes you some pain to crawl on your knees... you conceal it beautifully and I watch you glide past me with the sleek gracefulness of panther and come to a stop in the middle of foyer. I place your heels down on the floor just inside the door. I close the front door. The sound and the completeness of the action causes you to tremble slightly. "No turning back now," you think. But then again you ponder, "Do I really want to go back... go back to my former life. No," you silently admit to yourself. "I never want to go back. That life... that person... that I was before... no longer exists. I belong to Master now. I am His pleasure slave... His cum slut... His Pet." And then you add reluctantly as your eyes moisten again, "For... for as long as Master will have me." I turn and face you. I confess that you look so unbelievably incredible. But then I admit, you always do. For some reason you become even more desirable to me when you are naked and vulnerable. Like when you were bent over my desk this evening prior to your first discipline session. It took every ounce of my own self-control to stop myself from slamming my cock into you then and I can feel that same need and desire rising inside me now. "Rule number one, Pet," I state clearly. "You are not allowed to cum useless given permission. If you do, you will be punished. Do you understand?" "Yes Master, I understand." I come up behind you. "Worship," I order. And in a flash you spread your knees as far apart as you can, place your hands behind your back, grasping your left wrist with your right hand and then, keeping your back straight, bend over at the waist and place your forehead to the hardwood floor. I look down at you... your dripping wet sex on displayed for my eyes to see. I feel my cock began to swell. As I stand there gazing down at you, I must reluctantly confess something to myself... That although I have been training pleasure slaves for many years now... you are the first one that has truly affected me... that has touched me to the point that all I want to do is postponed any training sessions and take you right here and now. To give in... to my own carnal and lustful desires. Rip off my clothes and just take you from behind. Thrust my now pulsating hard cock deep inside your warm flowing cunt and fuck you with a passion bordering on an animalistic frenzy. But I cannot... I must train you... there must be a certain protocol. And so I begin to circle you in hopes that my movements with help to quell the desire in my heart. As I move around you, I trace the end the riding drop over your body. I see your body tremble slightly at its touch. I administer a couple of light smacks to your up turned ass and remind you to keep still. The contact of the leather on your flesh produces a soft moan from you. I smack your ass again... a bit harder this time and order you to remain silent. I then place to tip of the crop on your ass and run the whip around your ass and then bring it in and begin to rub it up and down on your very wet cunt. Your own body and desire betray you and although to try very hard, you cannot silence the moans that escape your lips as the tip of the crop grazes over the soft and delicate folds of your pussy and your swollen clit. Then, as before in my office with the leather strap, I begin to light slap at your sex. Your groans become more intensified as the leather tip of the crop repeatedly comes in contact with your clit. You try... but you are unable to control your body... and soon you are rotating your hips and moaning loudly. As so with your forehead still touching the floor... your body starts to quiver... as you feel the faint sensation of an orgasm building inside you. You know that as your orgasm continues to escalates you will find it more difficult to hold this position and fear that you will not be able to. You feel that at any moment you will slip out of it... that in your now heighten state of sexual arousal... your arms will fall to your sides and you will rise up as your body begins to spasm. "Silence Pet... and do not move," I order as I continue to slap at your cunt even though I know that you will not be able to control yourself. "I must hold this position... I must not make a sound... I cannot fail. Master is testing me again and must perform better than the others... better than Kristen." I replace the leather tip of the riding crop with the palm of my hand. I begin to slowly caress your sex. Once again, you cannot control yourself as you sigh and moan loudly as my fingers slide in and around and between the tender folds of your saturated cunt. It seems as if your efforts are futile... and you almost want to weep at your failure. A Quiet Day at the Office Ch. 05 The story continues... Once I reach the top of the stairs I move to small, but comfortable chair that is located adjacent to the landing. I sit and wait for you to finish your ascent. And as you crawl up the staircase... you start to feel your body begin to tremble and ache... and with your awareness... your mind slowly begins to drift back... back to how your body has been used today for your Master's pleasure... and for your own pleasure as well. With each stair you climb... the pain slowly increases... and you are somehow reminded of each and every blow you received from the crop and the paddle. But with each stair... each step... you are also reminded of how my hard cock pounded in and out of your pussy relentlessly... causing each and every orgasm that racked your body... orgasms that started way down... in the deep... deep... pit of your being and rocketed through your soul like no other you have ever experienced. Forever reminding you... that you have been exposed to a new and passionate level of arousal and fulfillment... one that you did not think even existed... or that you could ever hope to achieve. And with that remembrance... something begins to take hold of you... as you slowly but surely ascend the staircase. With each step... and with each thought... you seem to cement your transformation. Your transformation from an innocent girl... to a wanton submissive pet and sex slave. You also notice something else... something beautiful... something magnificent... with every step you take. You notice that every time you reach out with your hands to the steps... every time you bring your knees up to the steps... you feel each and every sublime twist and turn of the butt plug... that harsh and cruel toy... that wicked toy that you have come to love so much. But even though you have come to cherish the plug... adore the feral behavior it releases in you... your start to become acutely aware of the dull, throbbing pang that is starting to pulsate around your ass. And then you think, "My God... how long has it been lodged in my ass? How many deliciously sweet hours? And would Master ever remove it?" "Oh God," you think... "Will Master have me sleep with it inside me?" You smile as you feel a warmth rush through your body... and say to yourself... "I will gladly sleep with the butt plug inside me... if it pleases my Master." And so... when you finally reach the top of the stairs... I can tell you do so with some difficulty. It is obvious that your body... or probably more accurately your knees... have taken quite a beating. I tell you to stop. And so with labored breath and head prostrated before me... you wait patiently for your next command. I rise from the chair and command you to the 'Worship' position. Even though you are certainly exhausted from all that you been put through... within seconds of my command... your knees are spread wide underneath you... your left hand encircles your right wrist behind your back and your head is placed on the wood floor. Your desire to please Me has become that great... so great that it now rules your every thought and action. It rules your mind and body so completely that pain that started to course through your body... that started to revolve around your ass from the plug... momentarily ceases. And you cannot help but smile inwardly as you realize that this motivation and desire to please Me, will stay with you always and forever. "Even," you silently confess... as your smile is replaced with a slight shiver... "Even if Master chooses to dismiss me." But your smile quickly returns as I tell you to remain in this position until I return. "Master will never dismiss me..." you tell yourself... "Because I will be the perfect slave... and the best pet He has ever had... and one does not dismiss the perfect and the best. It is simply not done." You hear the sounds of my feet walking off and then for the second time today you feel a discomfort with regards to your body... and the butt plug. As you await my return, you silently attempt yet again to gauge exactly how many hours the nasty little toy has put lodged in your sweet tight ass. When you release that it has been well over eight... you nearly collapse. But you hold the position just the same... for you know that I would be displeased if you did not. When I return, you are surprised that I order you to rise up and stand before me... you are even more surprised when reach out and pick you up in my arms and carry you down the hallway. You are as light as a feather in my arms and your fatigue from the day's... and night's... events betray you and I hear you sigh as you slip your right arm around my neck and collapse against me. You stay molded to me as I carry you into the master bedroom and then finally into the master bathroom. You are so exhausted that you barely hear the sound of the bath running. I carry you over to the bathroom sink and release you only so I can put your feet on the floor. I can sense that your legs are a bit wobbly and so I put an arm around your waist so I can hold on to you. I lean you over the basin a little and then tell you to bend over and spread your legs. When you spread your legs... I then reach up and take hold of the butt plug that looks so absolute perfect in your ass. It looks as if it belongs there... stuck deep inside you... deep inside your ass and nowhere else... reminding you that you belong to Me... to Me and to no one else... ever. I then start to gently twist and pull on it... pull on the naughty... dirty... wicked... play thing that has been in your ass for so long. But... for some reason... the sublime toy so not seem to want to come out. It is as if your ass does not want to part with it. As if your ass knows what it wants... and what it wants is the butt plug inside it. I lower my head to yours and with my mouth very closer to your ear I whisper and coo for you to relax... to surrender... to let go... And even though it does take some effort on my part... and yours... the room is filled with a rather loud moan from you when the plug is finally removed. If you were weak in the knees before... at the removal of the butt plug... I have to firmly hold on to you around your mid-section in order to prevent you from falling. I then place the plug to the side and lead you over to the bathtub. I tell you to take my hand and then help you get into the warm and inviting water. You slide down into the water's embrace and wrap yourself up in the heated scent of the night. I then quickly shed my own clothes and climb into the large tub with you. I pull you toward me... pick up some soap that is near by... and begin to gently wash you. You melt even more under my caress. My tenderness surprises you and even though you are tired... you try to take the soap from my hand and wash yourself. But I simply smile and tell you that you have been through a great deal today and that there are times when a Master must take care of his Pet. Upon hearing this, it seems to make you melt even more into the luxurious water. After bathing you and then myself... I climb out of the tub and then turn to help you out. I then reach for a thick warm towel and bring it down on your skin. After we are both dry, I then lead you out of the bathroom and into the master bedroom. Once inside the bedroom, I order you to stand at the foot of the bed. You immediately obey. I move over to a medium sized chest and slide open one of the small drawers. I remove a simple black leather collar with a single O-ring and walk back over to you. "Kneel Pet." Without hesitation you drop quickly to your knees, spread them wide and place your hands behind your back. "This will be your your training collar for the weekend Pet," I explain. "From this moment on you will wear it until instructed to remove it. Do you understand?" "Yes Master, I understand," You reply without looking up. "Do you remember what a collar symbolizes?" "Yes, Master." "Tell me, Pet." "It symbolizes ownership, Master." "And tell me... who owns you slut?" "You do Master. You own every part of me. My mouth... my cunt... my ass... my heart... my soul... my very being... all it and more... belong to you, Master. I am yours... to command as you wish." "Very well said, Pet. I am very pleased with your response." A wave of heavenly bliss races through your body. "Master is pleased with me," you say to yourself. So supremely thrilled are you, that you cannot stop yourself from smiling from ear to ear. I see your smiled and order you to your feet and instruct you to turn down the bed. You seem to bounce up and as you work to complete this simple task, I inform you that being allowed to share my bed is a honor and privilege you must work for each and every day. It must be earned. "Do you understand Pet?" I inquire. "Yes, Master, I understand," you say. And then you add while looking down at the bedding. "May I please have the honor and privilege of sharing your bed Master?" I smile at your plea. "Yes, you may Pet." Your happy smile returns and we both climb into the bed. Once under the covers... I move my body to your and surround you from behind. You turn your body to mine as you welcome me as I engulf you in a spoon position. As you are so exhausted... you almost immediately begin to drift off to sleep... off to dreamland. You lie in bed next to me... your body molding into mine... your ass gently grinding into my cock... you slip in and out of your dream-like state. You feel protected in the loving warmth of my arms as they surround your sleek slender body... and secure in the resolute faith of the leather collar that encircled your supple neck. As you float away on clouds of sleep... memories of last night, of your transformation from a seemingly innocent good girl to a wanton cum loving slut, begin to cascade through your subconscious. Your eyes begin to vibrate in a rapid movement dance. Splendid dream-like images flash cut through your mind with vivid explosions of color and light. You do not attempt to extinguish them. You welcome them... embrace them... caress them. You are transported back to earlier that day... in my office... the first time. The magical day of your awakening. You feel weightless, like a feather on an Indian summer breeze, as you see yourself kneeling before me and sucking my hard cock with reckless abandon. You see yourself devouring my cock with such shameless gluttony that you very nearly blush. "My God," you think. "Was that the way I really looked? So wantonly slutty... so blatantly whorish." You even cautiously look around to see if anyone else might be watching your libidinous display. "Even if there is," you grin proudly. "So what, let them look, let them see how a true slut acts for her Master. Let them see how a true slave pleases Him." As you see your lips slide over my cock and take me in your warm, wet mouth, you feel the ever familiar sensation of blood rushing to your sex. A plentiful wetness soon forms between your legs. You feel a sensuous desire to touch yourself, but as soon as you attempt to bring your hands down to stroke your cunt, you discover you cannot move them. In fact, they are now behind your back and you suddenly discover the reason for their immobility. On your wrists you feel the tangible sensation of fur-lined leather cuffs. Almost immediately, the same cuffs appear on your ankles. That you cannot pleasure yourself does not diminish your arousal. In fact, it increases it. It is the tantalizing desire of something that you want so very badly, but is just out of reach. Your desire to touch yourself becomes so great that you start to strain against your bonds. You try to break free, but to no avail. In fact, the harder you try to break free, the tighter your bonds become. Finally you resign the struggle and admit you are powerless. That realization brings on a sudden torrent of wetness and desire so you struggle once again to touch your dripping wet cunt. "My God," you think as you strive for freedom. "It is like some vicious maddening cycle. The more I want it, the more I cannot have it... and then the more turned on I get and then I want it even more, but... cannot have..." Your thoughts trail off as you finally surrender and shake your head in vain. So, stripped of your power, all that you can do is watch yourself suck me in deeply, taking my tumescent member all the way down your throat. You pull your lips back over my cock until just the head of my manhood is in your mouth. You then suck very hard and fast on just the bulbous head and watch as I throw my head back and moan loudly. You then watch as your tongue swirls over the head of my cock before once again swallowing my hard shaft back down your throat. When you see the effects your oral manipulations on me you smile to yourself. You are so happy that you are pleasing me. Even though you have never really thought of yourself as a talented cocksucker... not that you ever thought you were ever bad... you had never heard any complaints... of course most men don't ever stop a girl that is going down on them... but you were never really that passionate about it. And although you had always enjoyed the sensuous feeling of a hard cock in your mouth... you had always seen the act as merely a means to an end. An act to get a man hard and ready to fuck you. But now as you watch yourself you see that your actions and desires are different. You see how much it please Me and that fuels your desire even more. You now see yourself as a woman possessed as your head moves up and down with the speed of a jack hammer. What you once saw as a simply routine act, you now see as an act of supremely passionate devotion. As if sucking my cock now feeds some inherent primordial need or function in you. You love this new feeling even though it is inexplicable. Maybe it was that you ordered to do it, to pleasure me with your mouth. No one had ever done that to you before. No man had ever "forced" you to suck his cock. Or perhaps it was when I commanded you to deep throat my cock. You had never performed that act on any man. However, when the swollen head of my cock hit the back of your throat that first time, maybe it triggered a switch in the deep recesses of your psyche. Now as you look at yourself sucking and licking my stiff cock, almost worshiping its velvety texture, you know that your actions will now forever be driven by a desire to please and strong wish to belong. The dream images shifts to my desk. You now see yourself bend over it with your legs spread wide and moaning like a bitch in heat as my cock rips your cunt apart. You see me gripping you tightly by the hips as I pound you relentlessly from behind. My cock slams into you with such force that you see yourself trying to hold on to the desk somehow with your hands. Your efforts prove futile as you see your body tremble and spasm as an orgasm tears through your body. You see and hear yourself scream out vociferously as your body continues to convulse as another orgasm explodes inside you. You watch as I use you like the slut that you now are. You feel the need to touch yourself again. You fight again against your bounds. It makes you crazy with lust like before. You start to love it this insane feeling of desire. You look at me with such longing... with such need. You are happy beyond words. You know it is because of me that you have been awaken. You know that it is because of me that you are what you now are. A dirty little cum loving slut. And you love it. You drift of wings of dreamy sexual bliss and soon you see yourself bent over my desk and vulnerable before me. Your arms and hands stretched out before you and your head resting on the desktop. Somewhere in the distance you hear the faint sound of the leather striking naked skin. It echoes and vibrates through your lucid dream like tremolo. The waves of your dream transport you back to your discipline session. You seemed to float naked next to yourself. You see yourself being whipped. The loud reverberation of leather on skin bring shock waves of pleasures to your already dripping sex. You see the hard leather strap cutting through the air. You see yourself crying out with a barbaric howl as you count the blows and then thank me for them. You had no idea that such a simple instrument was capable of inflicting such pain. Or... that after merely one session you would come to love it so much. You see your own arousal. You see yourself getting wet as you arch your back to stick your ass as high in the air as you can. You see the expression on my face. A lethal mixture of power and lust. You see the excitement in my eyes as I whip you into submission. As you watch yourself being whipped the desire to reach your hand down between your legs and play with your still wet cunt returns yet again. But this time you do not fight against your bonds. You let the the juices of your soaking wet cunt flow down your thighs. Your skin tingles with what feels like an electrical charge. But you fight the temptation to try and pleasure yourself... to roll your swollen clit around in your fingers before jamming them inside your pussy. Instead, you study the leather strap in my hand. You see me gripping the handle with such purpose and authority. You stare transfixed as the blows strike your upturned ass with such precision and expertise. As you continue to watch my skill with a strap... your recent fears and anxieties begin to surface again. You begin to anguish over the realization that yes... Master has done this before. You suddenly realize that up until this day you had never seen any of these nasty, wonderful toys in my office. The collar around your neck, the butt plug in your ass or the hard leather strap in my hand. Where did they come from? How long have I had them? Other questions start to rattle around your head. What other secrets am I keeping from you? Yes... you are certain... without any doubt... that I have had other pleasures slaves... other cum sluts... other pets... other whores serve Me. But... are they still in service to Me? Or have they all been dismissed like... Kristen... that shy little cute blonde from the office...? "But was she actually dismissed," you nervously ponder. "Or does she still serve Master? Perhaps Master never dismissed her. Maybe she is still allowed the pleasure of sucking on Master's cock. Of taking his thick, hard member deep down her throat... of using her lips... her tongue... her mouth... to please Master." Although you are aware of the verity of the situation. You then come to realize that if Kristen still serves Me, then it is probably true that she is not the only one... but that there are undoubtedly others. Of course you hope... no you pray... that I have no other but you. You would understand the desire of other sluts wanting to kneel before me. Of wanting to suck my cock and gobble down my cum. Of wanting to belong to me. You, after all, have felt my strength and the power of my cock and tasted my sweet delicious cum. But, of course, you know deep down in the depth your soul, that if I wanted their mouths or desired their cunts, they would be mine for the taking. And you know that you would... if ordered to do so... kneel right beside me and watch another slave pleasure me with her mouth. You would watch as I fucked her and used her as the cum slut she is. You would watch as she moaned and squeal with pleasure as she neared orgasm... waiting only for my permission. As I banged her hole, you would stay on your knees and wait and if commanded would gladly and willingly clean the other slut's pussy juice off my cock. And then watch with lust as I slammed it in right back in. And then, if I choose to shoot my thick, creamy cum deep inside this other slut, you would wait, like a sprinter straining at the start, for my command to suck my cum out of her cunt. You know you have never gone down on another girl. The desire to lick and suck other girl's pussy has never entered your mind. But to get at my cum, that decadent treasure that you now crave so very much, you would gladly get between any other slave of mines legs and stick your tongue deep in her pussy and suck my cream out. And you would love it... even begin to hunger for it. Yes, you admit to yourself... you would begin to thirst for pussy. A Quiet Day at the Office Ch. 05 Yes, that of course would be the worse part, you know that you would get pleasure from it. You know that you would have no control over your actions. You know that your own cunt would be absolutely soaking wet. If it was something that I wanted. You know that my pleasure is your only concern. Of course, you secretly hope that you are enough. That you have demonstrated to me that you are a nasty little cum slut. That you have surrendered yourself to me. That you are my property. That you are my Pet. That all you live for now is being commanded to suck my cock and swallow my cum. To spread your legs upon my order and take my hard cock in your wet cunt. Yes, you hope that your mouth is warm and wet enough... that your pussy is inviting and tight enough... that your ass is... Oh God, that your ass is... virgin enough. You look at me as I methodically whip you. You want to go to me, fall to your knees and beg, "Please Master, I know I have no right to ask you... but please, I beg you, have no other Pet than me... have no other slave than me... please Master... have no other cum slut than me. I will do anything and everything you ask. I promise that you will need no other. I will satisfy your every want. Please Master... Oh God please." But... as you beg and plead... you notice that words start to fall on deaf ears... you begin see yourself slip in a slow decent through a foggy haze. You start to drift on the ocean of your dream. As you slip, you realized that you are no longer in my office. You fall through the clouds of your subconscious... until... until... you suddenly feel yourself crawling along on a hard wood floor. You are crawling and crawling. To where... you begin to wonder as you travel down a long endless corridor. The only light is provided by tall candles placed in wall mounted holders. You are in no place that you recognize and so you begin to slow your movements. As you do, you feel the tug of the slave collar and leash that is now attached to your neck. You cannot make out the person who is leading you down the corridor. You do not know if it is me. All you can see is the bottom hem of a dark robe and a pair of bare feet. You pick up the pace as you still wonder where you are. Are you still in the house? If you are, then you have never been in this part of it. Then you think, with a wicked smile that causes your pussy to get wet again, perhaps it is some secret part of it. A subterranean passage way. Maybe leading, you grin so wide that you actually blush, to a... dungeon of some type. Your blushing causes your arousal to increase. You are still naked. In addition to the collar, you also still wear the wrist and ankle cuffs. You continue to crawl along for what seems like forever. The persistent tug you feel on the leash does nothing to diminish your already excited state. Finally you arrive at a door. From your vantage point you cannot really make out much of it. But it looks sturdy and imposing. You hear the person leading you remove some keys and unlock the door. Slowly the door is pushed open and you feel a playful, yet assertive smack of the riding crop on your ass. And then you finally hear me command, "Inside, Slut." You are excited beyond belief to discover that it me you is leading you. Thrilled beyond words that I have chosen you and only you. You feel a sense of bliss as I lead you to the center of the room. The warm glow of belonging coats your naked skin. The sensation is marvelous. You make a solemn vow that you will be the best pet ever... the best slave... the best cum slut I have ever possessed. That you will make me so happy. As you crawl across the floor with the gracefulness of a panther you begin to feel yourself getting very turned on. You feel your blood rushing to your cunt like a freight train. You do not stop the pleasure. You relish in it. You make your way inside the room. Candles light a narrow hallway that leads, you can see, to an opening of a much larger room. "Oh Master," you smile. "I am going make you so very proud of me. So very proud indeed. I'm going to make you forget all those other little sluts." You glide across the floor on wings of joy. You feel so light, so carefree. Unfortunately, your happiness is short lived, because as you turn the corner of the corridor and come upon the main room you receive the shock of your new life. It hits you like a bolt of lighting from the sky. We are not alone. You can not be sure of the number, but you are certain that there are several other women in the room. Even though you can only lift your head up so much, you can see that they are all naked too. You can see that they are all on their knees with their arms behind their backs and their foreheads touching the floor. They are all in the 'Worship' position. You do notice one thing slightly different about the arrangement of their bodies... not only are their hands behind their backs... but their hands are securely tied by wrist cuffs. You soon are acutely aware of a change in the deep recesses of your heart as you feel it sink to the bottom of your soul and you look upon them with horror. For you know what they are. They are slaves... cum sluts... my cum sluts... and they are just like you. You want to cry and scream out to me, "Why Master... why? Was I not enough of a slut for you!? Did I not drop to my knees fast enough and offer you my mouth to be used for your pleasure? Did I not beg for your cum? And when you so graciously gave it to me, did I not swallow it down when commanded? Yes, I did all those things and more. Then what, Master... what did I do wrong!? Tell me and I will most surely correct it. Please send them all away! They will not please you as well as I will. Please, command me and I will show you!!" But your voiceless screams fall as I position you directly behind one of the other slaves. As you settle in think you are certain that you hear a faint humming sound. At least you think you do. You are not sure as there are so many other thoughts and images racing around in your head. Thoughts of doubt and confusion. "Why is Master treating me this way?" you ponder. "What did I do? Was I not the perfect slave... the perfect little slut?" But as you stare at this other slut vying for my attention, you slowly come to the realization that it was nothing that you did or didn't do. This is simply the way it is. You may belong to me... but you will never... just by yourself.., be enough for me. And why could you ever hope to be. I am your Master. I am your world. And you... like them... are honored to be a part of that world. It is a privilege you must earn. You know that if I want them all I will have them. I will use them... as I have use you. I will take my pleasure from your body and give you pleasure when you have earned it. You know that you will wait patiently for the moment when I decide to pay you a stipend of my attention. And so... for when when your time comes... you know that you will always be ready for me. You will always be ready with your legs spread wide and your mouth stretched open. So your thoughts and desires will always be of me and my hard cock. You will think about new ways to please me and so your cunt will always be constantly wet. As you settle in behind this other slave, you steal a glance out of the corner of your left eye and see that the slave girl next to you is also wearing a collar plus wrist and ankle cuffs... and that her wrists are in fact bound behind her back. You sense that there is something familiar about her... something disturbingly familiar about her. But before your can focus your memory on her... you suddenly feel the taste of the crop on your naked ass. "Eyes front slut," I say to you sternly. The echo of the impact of the leather on your delicate flesh hangs in the air as you quickly turn your stare back to the slut in front of you. You look at her round ass and shaved pussy. You see how wet she is. Her arousal and desire for Master is clear and present... with her juices running down her thighs. And why not you think, "She is Master's slave too... His cum slut." You know she has undoubtedly been ordered to suck my cock into her mouth. And you know with absolute certainty that she has been commanded to swallowed my sweet precious cum. In fact, you can most surely see her... on her knees... begging for it like the slut she is. However... you can see that she... and you will assume they... have another item that you do not... a butt plug. But you know that you will most certainly feel the wicked sensation of being anally penetrated again. You feel me place the tip of the crop underneath you and between your breasts. "Rise slave," I order. "But remain on your knees." "Yes Master," you say clearly... albeit softly and with tears starting to form in the corners of your eyes... as you lift your upper body up and place your hands on your thighs. You feel me move away from you. In my absence, you get your first complete look at the room you now find yourself in. The faint humming sound is still audible. You try and discover its source... but you cannot. It seems to be coming from each and every corner of the room. As you cast a glance about the room... you see that it is lit, as was the narrow corridor leading to it... by candles. The copious amount of candles give the room a glowing surreal look. You see that the room is divided into two levels. The lower level... where you are currently located and an upper level that is in front of you and about three feet higher. In the center of the raised platform you see a large comfortable chair. You know instantly that this is My chair. It is from here that I will sit and command you. Flanking the chair on either side you see what looks like an over-sized padded sawhorse with hooks attached to the base of it and a structure that looks like a giant X with hooks and ties on the upper and lower parts of it. You then turn your attention to the lower part of the room. Against the walls, on the both sides of the lower part, you see various metal chains with shackles hanging from the ceiling. All around the room are tables with various whips and paddles. Cat-o-nine tails and floggers. You feel a slight shiver run through your body as you imagine them being used on you. After you have surveyed the room, you immediately count the number of other slaves that are in the room. "Eight," you say to yourself. "Eight other little cum sluts. Eight other whores longing for my Master's cum. The cum that was for me... that was supposed to be all mine." Then you look closer at the slave right next to you. "Where," you ask yourself. "Where have I seen her before?" You study her blonde hair and small figure and her... And then... you realize in absolute horror, who this slave is and where you have seen her. "It's Kristen!" you almost shout out loud... it is Kristen. Kristen... the shy, cute, diminutive girl from your office. "BUT NO!!" you want to wail. "She does not still serve Master! Master dismissed her... I saw the look in her eye... the sadness... the longing." But then you realize that in fact she does still serve Master... still pleasures him with her mouth and pussy... and ass." You tear your eyes away from Kristen and look upon the other sluts. You study their bodies. Their submissive form. You begrudgingly admit that they... like Kristen... are all beautiful. Their skin appears to be so smooth and their bodies so firm that you begin to wonder if they were all sculpted from marble. Soon you feel your eyes begin to fill with a mixture of resentfulness and disdain. "They are nothing," you declare to yourself as you kneel proudly. "I am a better slave... a bigger slut than any of them. Master will see that they are all spurious. Mere pretenders of the faith. Yes, Master will see this," you smile to yourself almost haughtily. "And then he will dismiss them all and I will serve him alone. As it was meant to be." But as you look closer at these other sluts. You see how precise they are lined up and how rigidly they hold the 'Worship' position. Granted their wrists are all bound behind their backs... but still... they seem to scarcely breathe. Or barely move a muscle. How long have they been here you wonder. Hours...? Days...? Weeks...? "Oh... my... God," you start to ponder. "Have they been... could they have been... holding this position... for weeks?" Then you begin to think, "Could I do this? Do I have that level of discipline and devotion?" Then at once... your attitude towards these other slaves begins to change. You start to see them, not as rivals for my cock and my cum, but as equals. They are here after all to please me. You start to care for them. They are, after all, your sisters in servitude. Yes, even Kristen. Suddenly you feel me next to you. "Hands behind your back," I command. You follow my orders and place your hands quickly behind your back. I then lock the cuffs together. The memories of being bound flood back into your subconscious. As before, you test the bonds. They are secure. Just as before... you are powerless. And just as before... your awareness of your condition increases your arousal. You wonder if I will notice how wet you are. You feel your heart begin to beat a little bit faster. Fear and trepidation start to creep into your mind as you begin to wonder what I really have in store for you. You feel me move in closer to you and kiss your neck. I trace my tongue up and whisper in your ear, "Are you ready for the next phase of your training, slave?' "Yes, Master." "Excellent. You are now known as Slave 9. Do you understand? "Yes, Master." "Worship, Slave 9," I order. Almost before the last consonant slips out of my mouth, you place your forehead on the ground in front of you. "I will show him," you say to yourself. "I will be the best slave Master has ever had." "You will remain in this position until I call for you, Slave 9. You will remain still. You will not move. You will not make any sounds," I say sternly. "Do you understand, Slave 9?" "Yes Master," you say loudly and with pride for the other sluts to hear. You then feel my hands caressing your body. You whimper as my hands stroke your ass... the backs of your thighs... your dripping wet cunt. As I penetrate the folds of your cunt with my fingers, you release a low, passionately guttural moan. You are so turned on. You want to cum so badly that you very nearly start to thrust back against my hand. But you stop yourself and remember, "Master told me to remain still... and to not make any noise. I must show Master that I can control myself... control my desires... control my body." You do just that as I can continue to finger your pussy. You fight to suppress your moaning... you struggle to refrain from thrusting your body against my hand. And as silence fills the room and you imagine the looks of envy on the other slaves faces as I shower you with attention. You smile and glow with pride. For even though you are silent... even though they know you are struggling so very hard not to moan... they all know that you are being touched by Me. "You see," you smirk to them. "Master prefers me. I am the one the he truly adores." As you bask in the limelight of my touch you feel my fingers, now quite wet from your juices, slide up and begin to tease your anal opening. You know what I am preparing you for and since you want to prove to me that you will be the best slut in the world, you immediately begin to relax your muscles and allow my finger to penetrate your anal cavity with considerable ease. You bite your lip in order prevent a moan from escaping from your lips. But... unfortunately... as my finger slides all the way in and then back out again... you whimper slightly at its removable. And then... when I slip my finger all the way back in and out again and then introduce a second finger deep inside your asshole... you moan even louder. As your desire and your body betray you... you know that the other sluts are snickering at you. You cannot see them, but you can feel them. And so you want nothing more than to be allowed to crawl into the corner room and die. And then... when I am convinced that you are thoroughly lubricated I remove my fingers and pick up the object of the lesson. A large butt plug. Before I insert it in your ass... I get it wet by inserting it in your pussy. You moan again at the intrusion. "Oh, God... why can't I control myself...? Why...? Master will not be pleased... he will not be pleased and he will send me away. He will send me away and I will no longer serve him. No longer suck his magnificent cock... no longer feel Master's beautiful throbbing member slamming in and out of my pussy... and then hopefully my ass." And so you moan out again as I work the butt plug around in your cunt... you know that I just want to make sure it is completely coated with your juices. But you fight the voices of doubt inside your head... the voices that tell you that I will not be pleased with you... that I will send you away. And so when I remove it and position the tip at the opening of your ass... you ignore your fears and because you still want to please me so much... you relax your ass... and since it was so well prepared... the plug slides in effortlessly and pops into place. "Oh my... very good slut... very good indeed," I say out loud as I marvel at your lack of resistance. Any trepidation washes off your body and you beam underneath me, "I have pleased him. I have pleased my Master." You then learn the source of the humming in the room as you feel me hold on to the base of the butt plug and flip a switch. At once, wave after wave of pleasure surge through your body at the activation of vibrating feature of the plug. Instantly, all you can think of is your pussy and wetness flowing out of it. You now figure out the reason why I bound your hands. You are so turned on that if you were given the opportunity, you would finger yourself frantically without hesitation. You then realize that the other slaves are in the same situation as you. You are once again amazed by their control... their discipline. They have all remained motionless this entire time. In fact, they have not even made a sound. They are surely in as an excited state as you. You saw how wet the pussy of the slut in front of you was. And she did not moan or move an inch! How is that possible? You feel your own body falling victim to the cruel device I so deviously placed in your ass. You can't help it and you start to softly moan as your hips begin to rotate uncontrollably, as if your movements will somehow create the requisite friction to bring you a most glorious orgasm. "Why do they not move," you want to scream. "Or moan like the sluts they are. They are not better than me. If I cannot control my body and my desires, how can they?" With your forehead still pressed to the floor, you twist your head slightly to the side to afford a glimpse of blonde Kristen to your left. "How?" you still wonder. "How can she do this. She is not better than me. But... my God... she is immobile." You think as you stare in awe at her seemingly zen-like trance as your body continues to shake with a deep lascivious need. "This is why Master did not dismiss her," she say to yourself. "And why he will inevitability dismiss me." But as you try in vain to convince yourself of what you think is the truth... you feel tears begin to well up in your eyes. "I cannot do it. I cannot control my body like her. She is not human... none of them are. They are like... machines. And I am merely a slut to my own desires, not my Master's." Then fear and apprehension begin to surge again through your body as you realize, "They are better than me. Why? What do they possess? What skill?" A Quiet Day at the Office Ch. 05 What ever it is you decide, it does not matter. "Master will see this," you silently wail to yourself as your tears roll down your cheeks. "And he will chose them over me. Master will certainly send me away... and rightly so, I am not worthy of Master's attention." You turn your head back and close your eyes. Your nightmare continues as you hear me call several of the other slaves forward to service my cock. The buzzing of your butt plug does not drown out the unmistakable sounds of whipping... and sucking... and yes of course... fucking. You hear me use them all for what seems like hours. You hear them moan and wail and scream as My cock pounds their cunts for hours. And as you wait, as you were instructed on the floor with your head down, you imagine the perfectly shaped asses being flogged. You envision their mouths sucking my cock. Their greedy lips and ravenous tongues sliding up and down on rock hard shaft. Your ears fill with the sounds of their begging... their pleading for my cum. Still you wait... and wait... and wait. You wait while I call each and every one of these other whores... sometimes two and three different times. And still you wait... and wait... and wait... until you are certain that you will most assuredly go mad. You wait... while I call up Kristen next to you. You sneak a peak out of the corner of your eye as you watch her rise up. As you do, you are almost certain that you see her smirk at you. That bitch, you think. Your frenzied state increases as soon as you hear the unmistakable sound of naked skin slapping against naked skin. Your degree of disdain for her swells as you hear her wild moans as I fuck her to orgasm after orgasm. And still you wait... until you simply cannot stand it any more and rise up and scream, "Why Master...!? Why...!? Why haven't you selected me? What did I do wrong!?" Your voice trails off as look at the scene before you. Your mouth is agape. Kristen... that slut... that whore... is bent over the paddled sawhorse at the front of the room. She is chained to it and is being fucked savagely by me from behind. But your interruption causes me to stop my thrusting. I pull away from Kristen and glare down at you. The heat from my stare causes you to drop your eyes. They focus on my hard cock that is glistening with Kristen's juices. You are transfixed by it. So much so that you have the audacity to rise up and start to walk toward me. I am shocked by your temerity. Surely you know that you are compounding your punishment. But it seems you do not care. You will gladly trade a severe punishment session for a closer proximity to me and my cock. You move with purpose to me. You step up from the lower platform to the upper. When you are before me you kneel and look at my cock dripping wet with Kristen's cunt juices. And then with the brilliant sensation of the vibrating butt plug still coursing through your body you tremble as you beg, "May I please clean off your cock Master? May I please suck off that other slut's juices from your beautiful cock?" You do not see the fervent stare of Kristen... who is still chained to the sawhorse. "Bitch," she thinks as she nearly spits at you. "You took it away from me. I will not forget this." I see her glaring at you and think, it is actually a good thing that she is chained down. For given the chance, she would most likely come over to you and claw your eyes out. I then turn my attention back to you and your brazenly disrespectful behavior. As I stare down at you my blood begins to boil. How dare you attempt to usurp my authority in this place. Surely you know I will punish you in a most feral manner. Surely you know that because of your contemptuous actions I will not give you the privilege of sucking my cock. You lick your lips and try to win my favor. "Master, may I please--" "Silence slut!!" I roar. You close your mouth but keep your eyes focused on my still hard cock which is resplendent with Kristen's wetness. "God, I want to taste Master's cock so bad," you say to yourself. "I want to suck his cock soooo much, that I do not even care if it is covered with that bitch's cunt juice. Yes... Master's cock looks so beautiful... even covered with that slut Kristen's essence. Please Master... please... please order me... I want to suck it all off." Then in an act of true boldness, you lift your head and look directly at me. "Commanded me, Master," you say with a voice full of pride. "Order me to clean this other sluts juices off your magnificent cock. She is not worthy of you. Command me and I will show you that I am a better slut than any of these other whores." In disbelief I stare down at you. You can see by my countenance that I am not pleased by your sudden impudence. "Slave One, Two and Three... attend," I say very sternly. "And stand." Moments later you see three other sluts standing by me with their eyes cast downward. You see me look at them and say. "Turn around," I order them and you watch as I unhook the cuffs from behind their backs. "Seize this insolent slut and bind her to the cross." In a flash the other slaves are upon you. Hands grab at you and pull you forcibly to the structure that resembles a big X. They undo your cuffs from behind your back... only to then stretch your arms and legs out and attach the hooks at the top and bottom of the X to your ankle and wrist cuffs. The whole process takes but the blink of an eye. Seconds later you are securely bound to the apparatus with your backside vulnerably exposed to me. While my other slaves are busy strapping you down, you continue to plead with me to allow you the honor to pleasure me. Your voice falls on deaf ears. I release Kristen from the bonds of the paddled saw horse and you hear me I tell her to silence you. So moments after you have been tied down you feel a hand on your face. It turns your head to the side and brings you face to face with your golden haired rival. "I'm going to enjoy this," she whispers in your ear, her voice dripping with acrimony. "Open your mouth," Kristen orders. You shake your head in a defiant refusal. She turns away from you and you hear her say, "Master, this slut is not being very cooperative." You smile to yourself, "Master will not let this whore do anything to me." But, as soon as your smile appears, it vanishes just as quick when you hear me say, "Cane." You do not see another slave place a thin rattan cane in the ardent hand of Kristen, but you feel her hot breath on your neck as she coos in your ear, "I am REALLY going to enjoy this. You robbed me of Master's cum. It was going to mine this time. I am certain. He promised it to me... and you took it way." She steps back from you and brings the cane down swiftly on your ass. You scarcely heard it cut through the air... but you feel its impact on your bare skin. OH GOD, DO YOU FEEL IT! You cry out with a volcanic howl and feel a welt beginning to form. And then, as you are just starting to completely process the sensation of the blow... another blow rains down on your cheeks and then another. You cry out loudly as tears start to form in your eyes... and then rain down your cheeks. You thought the riding crop was painful, but this device was far more deadly. Your ass is on fire as Kristen strikes you two more times and then approaches you. She takes hold of your face with her hand again and turns your head to her direction. Your eyes are filled with tears and your cheeks are wet with them as she asks, "Are you ready to obey, slave?" You reluctantly nod and open your mouth to receive the ball gag. "Say you are!" Kristen barks at you. "I am ready to obey," you whimper defeatedly. Kristen then places a ball gag in your mouth and locks it in place. You see her turn to me and say, "She is silenced, Master." I approach the two of you. I take Kristen's face in my hands and bring my lips down on hers in a passionate kiss. You watch as I pull her close to me and run my hands all over her body. And as you blink away your tears you see our tongues dart in and out of each others mouths. I break embrace with Kristen and order her to her knees. You cannot bear to look upon us any longer and turn your face away and close your eyes. Your attempt to win my favor has backfired and now you know your fate is most likely sealed. You will be punished. How and when you know will not be decided by you. "I did not give you permission to look away slave 9," I say to you. "Look at us." With that command, you open your eyes and turn your head back around. Your eyes lock onto mine as I stroke Kristen's hair. You then drop your eyes down and see the blood returning to my cock. You practically moan as you watch my cock swell to an incredible hardness. You look back at me as I stare down at her. You know that she is simply staring at my cock and just waiting for me to command her to suck it. You want to scream out how sorry you are... but you know you cannot make a sound due to the ball gag. You try in vain to show with your eyes how much you sorrow and regret you feel... but in the end you simply close your eyes and look away again. "I said look at me slut," I say to you and then when you turn your head back around and our eyes locked on each others you hear me command Kristen to "Suck." You then drop your eyes once again and watch as Kristen zealously attacks my cock. You gaze upon her lips and tongue as they dance all over my stiff, throbbing cock. And when you see her deep throat me... take the whole length of my manhood all the way down... and hear me moan out loud.... and throw my head back... you can take no more and have no choice but to look away. But even though you are looking away... we are right next to you... so even though your eyes are closed... you have no trouble hearing her slurping and sucking on my hard cock. You know that she is using all of her considerable talents to make me cum. You know she wants my cum as much as you do and will apply every trick in the book to get that which she desires most. As she continues to suck, your eyes begins to fill again with tears. They are not tears of pain and anguish, but tears of sadness and regret. "I have lost everything," you weep. "Master will have nothing further to do with me. I have failed. Yes, I will be punished... and then sent away. I will never again be allow to suck his cock and swallow his cum. Master will never touch me again." Just when you think all hope is gone. You feel my hand touching your body. I stroke your back lightly as I trace my fingers down to your ass. You feel me trying to gently massage away the pain that was inflicted on you. My touch is tender and I hear you softly moan under my caress. With my other hand, I turn your face to mine. You do not look at me, you have learned the price of your audacious behavior. "Look at me," I say quietly. You bring your face up, but do not open your eyes. I bring my face close to your neck and begin to nuzzle and kiss you there. Slowly you feel yourself beginning to float on gossamer wings as I bring my lips up and nibble on your earlobe. All the sounds of the room fade away to nothing and all you hear is me whisper softly, "Do not fear, my Pet. You are better than all the others. I will never dismiss you. You are the one. The only one. Now... open your eyes." At my words you smile brightly and obey my command, but when you open your eyes you are no longer in the deep cavernous dungeon. You have awaken from your terrifying nightmare. You realize that you are back in bed and in the compassionate and secure embrace of my arms. You feel my hands as they continues to caress your warm skin. You grin as you are greeted to the erotic sensation of my morning hard-on trying to burrow through your ass cheek. As you blink the morning sleep out of your eyes you roll over to face me. It was all just a dream... a nightmare of sorts. You smile at me and I kiss you. "Good morning, Pet," I say to you as I stroke the hair from your face. "Are you ready to begin your new life?" Pet. You like the sound of that. You radiate with such a fervid and lustrous intensity that you actually blush from head to toe. "Yes, Master. I am so very ready." "Excellent," I say and hug you tightly. I bring my lips down on yours and kiss you deeply. You close your eyes as you return my passionate kiss. I deftly slip my hand down and part your thighs with it. I find the soft folds of your pussy and are not at all surprised to discover you are wet. I rub my fingers up and down your slippery cunt lips and then slide one finger deep inside, piercing you. This causes you to remove your mouth from mine and moan softly. You then open your eyes again and look longing into mine. You see lust and passion and caring and love in them. And you are no longer afraid. You know I will never leave you... never send you away. You are finally in the place that you have always wanted to be. You are home. To be continued...