0 comments/ 75071 views/ 6 favorites Blackmailed By My Secretary By: hsvhobbit My job is pretty much a dream one. I'm one of a team of representatives assigned at one of my company's subcontractors. We smooth out any production problems before they get to the main office. As long as things go smooth, it's as cushy a job as you can get, but if things go bad, we take a lot of heat. We're assigned to a good company, few problems come up and they're generally minor ones. Heck, they ought to be, there's a hefty quality bonus at the end of every year and part of that is based on the field rep's score of their 'responsiveness'. As a result of our influence on their bottom line, we get free run of the place and set our own hours. Basically, they treat us like kings, reserved parking, VERY plush, private offices, the latest computer's, even executive dining room privileges. Probably best of all they gave us an excellent secretary. She handled all the office details, served as our network administrator, that sort of thing. While outstanding in performance she wasn't exactly eye-candy. Gina was in her late 20's, trim but with a look to her that took away any sex appeal. She wore plastic rimmed glasses and a severely pulled back hairstyle that fit the pinched expression she kept on her face. Don't get me wrong , she was always pleasant but stayed cool and professional. When things were running smooth it was hard to occupy my time. One of the guys worked on running his side business, the other spent his time reading novels. But me? I spent the slack time surfing the web, especially the so-called 'adult' sites. I'd developed a fondness for the one's that specialized in women abusing men, 'dominating', bossing them around and in general 'using' men like sex objects. With the high speed net access that the company provided, I was in heaven. I'd downloaded a ton of nasty pictures, a bunch of stories and even placed ad's. Now, this was strictly against my host companies rules and MY company's policies. But ya know, sitting in my office with some leather-clad babe's picture up in one window, reading about some poor guy suffering at the hands of a demanding woman in another, well, that wasn't all that big a concern. I even wrote out some of my fantasies and put them out on story sites (of course, I used an anonymous email account to post from) . It was late one Friday afternoon when Gina buzzed me on the intercom and asked if I was busy, she needed to talk to me. "Well Gina, it's late Friday, most everyone's already split early and there's NOTHING going on, I'm not busy at all." She thanked me and said she'd be right in. This was very unusual for Gina. Normally she'd catch us as we walked past her desk and we'd discuss things right there. Her wanting to talk in my office suggested some kind of personal issue, humm, maybe she was thinking of transferring? She carried a thick folder and a CD. "Jerry, we need to talk about some serious issues here." "As you know I cover a lot of areas in this office, one of which is our computers." "Gina, you're right, frankly you're the only person holding this office together and you do the work of two people. Everyone here in the office has commented to Terri (Gina's official supervisor) that you're a really exceptional asset to us" I interjected. "Thanks Jerry, I enjoy my work… except at times like this." This began to sound serious, REAL serious. Gina'd never looked so grim before. "Jerry, last week I did my bi-annual audit of our computer systems and I found 'inappropriate' material on yours." Gina's tone when she said 'inappropriate' was VERY prim… WHAT! I didn't know they DID audits! " You KNOW that you're not permitted to visit 'ADULT' sites but you've done so countless times" . She dropped the folder on my desk and flipped it open, showing page after page of website's I'd visited, the images I downloaded, the stories I'd read, (and written), even the ad's I'd placed, even worse, a full listing of my accounts and passwords. At this point I was pale, this was utterly damning. "The folder is only a partial printout of what's copied onto this CD. You've actually done FAR more than I felt like printing out and reading through." "Well…Gina…there's not really anything I can say, is there?" "Jerry, I've spent every evening reading through this pathetic crap you seem to be obsessed with, and, you know what? I think this CD or one of the copies I've made of it, can ruin your career." I'd reached this conclusion myself . " Ummm, Gina, is it really necessary for you to report this? I mean, I've got the message loud and clear and guess I just got caught up in…" "STOP RIGHT THERE!!!" "Don't you DARE give me ANY shit about how you'll be a good little boy if I just turn my head and let this go" She was almost shouting then quietly said "There are consequences for behavior like this and you're going to have to face them." Well…that sounded like it was over then. My heart sank as I contemplated my future…and it wasn't pretty. When I was fired for THIS reason, I could be sure the grapevine would have all the juicy details. Eventually, all my potential employers would hear about it..Maybe a burger place would hire me, but no-one higher on the pay scale would touch me. I was startled out of my dark thoughts when Gina spoke up, "You haven't been a bad boss these last months, I'm going to let you have a choice." Sure I do, I can quit or be fired, I know how the game plays out… She continued unbroken, "I can report this to my boss, which they'll report the problem to YOUR boss and more than likely you'll be fired." "And what's the other choice, resign?" I asked "No, that's not an option for you, even if you resign before you're fired, I'm still going to have to pass all this along to my boss…No, your only other option is that we handle your disciplinary action within this office." 'HUH???' 'Well, ahh, if you mean you're going to shutoff my web access, of course I'll go along with that, I mean, that's totally reasonable to do.' "Not exactly." "When I read through the stories you wrote, I got some ideas about disciplining assholes like you." ….."So, here's your real option." "Starting Monday morning, you're going to get your ass whipped….literally…. When you come in at 6:30am…" "Wait a minute Gina, I don't get here until 8:00am" "I guess you didn't hear me. You ARE going to get here on Monday at 6:30AM…I'm going to be here with a riding crop…I'm going to use that riding crop on you EVERY day at 6:30am, during lunch and at 4:30pm for the next week." THIS was a stunner. Where the hell did she come up with THIS idea? Well, wherever she did, I was starting to like it.. "Sooo…if I do this, you give me a clean sheet to start from? Everything gets shredded, and it's like nothing ever happened?" Gina didn't say anything for a whole minute, just looked at me. Then she gave me a slow, tight smile. "Oh, no, I didn't say that at all. Next week is just to see if you deserve a chance to earn your reprieve." "Ummm, Gina," "SHUT THE FUCK UP" She interrupted me before I even got started… "YOU'RE the one who's on the verge of having his career ruined. YOU'RE the one who's going to do every damn thing I want, every TIME I want." "Or… do you want me to just take a little walk upstairs to Terri's office and drop this folder and the CD onto HER desk…I think she hasn't left yet" I couldn't say anything, I was breathing kind of heavy as I felt my options burning away. I really liked my cushy job and I was well regarded in my field with a good future ahead of me. That could all change overnight if this mousy little twit in front of my desk so desired. Pissing her off would be a BAD thing to do at this point. "Gina, look, you're asking a lot here. I mean, it's bad enough getting a whipping , but if it EVER got out, well…we'd BOTH be finished here." "Could you give me a chance to think things over? Please?" "Tell you what, Jerry, I'm going to be at my desk Monday at 6:30. No-one else even gets in the building until around 8:00am. At 6:30 you'd better be kneeling beside my desk, ready to start." "So, yeah, I'll let you have the weekend to think about it, and you think about it very hard. When you realize that you have NO other choice, you can start getting ready for me….I've loathed body hair all my life, so, since I get to call the shots, you will have ALL your body hair shaved off. EVERY BIT OF IT. I mean all, from your toe's to your neck, it all goes. Even pubic hair." Gina had a nasty smirk on her face when she added…."And don't think I won't check, whenever I feel like it, so you'll be shaving every morning.."- She didn't even wait for me to reply. Just as well, when she left my office, I still had my mouth open. I don't even remember the drive to my apartment. I spent a restless weekend, alone, inside my apartment. I was busted, big time. Worst of all, I knew Gina really WAS doing me a favor, in a backhanded kind of way. At the cost of loosing a little dignity in private, I'd get the chance to keep my job. There really wasn't anything to decide, Gina had me cold and all I could do was go along. I spend Sunday afternoon shaving my body. It took a surprising amount of time and three sets of blades for my razor. Just to be on the safe side I even finished up with some hair removal cream, you know, the stuff that's supposed to dissolve hair. Monday morning came early. I sure couldn't afford to blow this by being late so I was dressed and sitting in the parking lot by 6:15am. I walked into the office at 6:25 and Gina was already sitting there, typing away on her computer, as cool and composed as any other normal work day with one exception. Laying out in plain sight, right there on her desk, was a riding crop. It gave me a little chill when I looked over at her screen and saw that she was composing an email to Terri. "You're early, that's good. You've got 5 minutes to go into your office and return here without your clothes." " HEY, wait just a minute. You didn't say ANYTHING about me being naked. That's not our agreement." "I said nothing about how you'd be dressed, but what did you think when I told you to shave your body…ok, fine….forget it. Just go on into your office, I'll go ahead and finish this email to Terri. I'm glad I decided to get started on it," Ah, shit. I already know I'm gonna give in. I was beat as soon as she showed me that damn folder. "Gina, I'm sorry. You just caught me by surprise. Let me go change and I'll be right back." " Please?" "Alright, I told you to be kneeling here at 6:30 and we'd start, so you've got 2 minutes left." I almost ran back to my office, unbuttoning my shirt as I went. My clothes I just left in a pile on my desk, I just didn't have time to be neat. I nearly made it. It was 6:32 by the time I sprinted back to her desk and dropped to my knees. Gina looked a little pissed until she saw me running and then she laughed out loud. I guess it was ridiculous, a naked man running with his dick bouncing side to side. "HUMMM, you didn't make my deadline, but I'll give you points for amusing me, so I'll cut you some slack. I'm NOT going to send that email , but you ARE going to suffer a 'late penalty'. I think that's fair." "Crawl into the conference room and we'll get started Jerry" This wasn't too bad. What WAS bad was the the digital camera she was using to take pictures of me crawling, from the rear, AND the front, paying special attention to clearly capturing my face. Following her instructions, I bent over the end of the table, legs spread. Gina tied my ankles to the table legs and then snapped a set of handcuffs around my wrists behind my back. More photos were taken, most clearly displaying my face, and from the copies I later saw, all made it clear that I was securely bound up and helpless. "Look Gina, you don't NEED to tie me up. Just the fact that I'm here means that I've accepted your punishment, doesn't it? I won't go anywhere, my job means too much to me." "HEY, Owwww, that's too tight, come-on now, loosen up…really, you don't need to do this." She didn't even acknowledge my words until she'd tightened the cuffs. "You talk too much. I'm going to do what I damn well please and the sooner you figure that out, the better. …wait right here." Oh great, like I'm going anywhere. She returned carrying a roll of wide strapping tape and my underwear. Before I could even comment, Gina had stuffed my shorts into my mouth (thank GOD they were clean) and put a couple of wraps of tape around my head to hold them. She stepped back to admire her work and take a few more pictures, even going so far as to have me hold my head up to get a clearer shot of my face. Once she had enough she spoke again. "You know, I guess I should tell you what your whippings are going to be like today. I'd planned on giving you 30 hard swats in each of our sessions. …that was BEFORE you got your 'late' penalty." "Penalties are funny things, they need to be severe enough to make you NOT want to disobey again ….I've decided that your penalty is going to be a doubling of EACH of today's whip strokes…I suspect by the end of the day, you're going to decide that being tardy obeying me is a BAD thing…don't you?" OHH, NO!! This was not good, not good at all. No way I was gonna be able to take getting 60 whacks from a riding crop, IN A DAY, let alone a single session. I tried to convey that, though, from the response I was getting, I don't think that my head shaking, muffled plea's, and wiggles, were getting the message across…but then again, I was starting to get the feeling, she wouldn't have cared anyway. I noticed Gina hooking up the conference room video camera. The monitor was where I could see it and the camera had a perfect shot of me in profile. There I was, in all my 'glory', naked, bent over a table with my butt sticking out, ankles tied and hands cuffed…WITH a taped gag on. She had decided to tape this humiliation of mine, presumably so she could relive it. I just prayed she had no darker plans. When she took her position I noticed that she had set it up so that only her lower torso was visible. Clever… The less I say about the whipping I received the better. She started out a little hesitant and stiff but even so, that first blow shocked me with it's burn. Each succeeding stroke was carefully spaced until my ass was completely striped, then she began criss-crossing them. Gina took her time, clearly enjoying herself. I had several seconds between each stroke. I was strong for the first 10 or so but then it was just too much. I began to struggle and yell. By the time she reached 30 I was begging and pleading for her to stop. The gag, as it was intended to, kept me from any useful pleading and just caused her to giggle. When she triumphantly counted off the final "59"…."60", all I could do was collapse. My ass was shrieking it's agony and there was a puddle of tears on the table from my sobbing. And Gina? She'd clearly been working hard, her face was flushed and she'd broken a sweat but she had a very satisfied look to her. She wasn't QUITE finished though… "I think it's time for you to start properly thanking me for giving you the chance to keep your job, Jerry. Time for YOU to do some work for a change, rather than just laying there relaxing." She unwrapped the tape leaving me to spit my soggy underwear out on the table...I wasn't going to be wearing THOSE again today. Gina hiked her skirt up to take off her panties. I could see, even from several feet away, that she had totally soaked them. I could also see she was clean shaven…ummm. She quickly sat up on the table and swung her legs around to straddle my head with her thighs. "Time to give me a good licking Jerry. Remember, the faster you make me cum, the more time you have to get cleaned up before the rest of the guys get here." Oh jeeze, I'd totally lost track of the time. I snuck a quick glance at the wall clock…7:15…DAMN…I started working like a madman. I attacked her slit like I was starved. Not wanting to piss her off I worked my tongue around the edges of her very swollen cunt lips. I licked every drop of her juice from the tops of her thighs, from where it had dripped down near her asshole and up to the puffy area just above her clit. By the time I'd done this I could feel her thighs spastically clamping around my head and her hands were smashing my mouth squarely onto her pussy. I can take a hint, even a subtle one like that. I just dived in. My tongue shoved it's way between her lips, doing it's best imitation of a cock, in and out, as hard as it could. I started sucking her clit, very delicately sucking the swollen nubbin in and scraping it along my teeth. To finish her off, I just set up a steady licking, concentrated on her clit. When Gina came, she clamped my head, HARD between her thighs and lifted her ass completely off the table letting out several long, ohhh, OHHHH, OHHHH's …She lay for a minute or so, just twitching, before she got off the table and pulled her skirt back down. "Well, Jerry, I think that under the circumstances, you've done very well for your first session. I'm going to go and freshen up my face and then I'll be back to let you loose…I do hope no-one comes in early today." I looked at the clock and my heart sank. It was 7:35. I'd spent 20 minutes giving her that orgasm and my colleagues were normally quite prompt coming in at 8:00. "Please, PLEASE, Gina. Let me loose now or I'll never be cleaned up in time. Please, PLEASE???…Come-on, I've been a good boy, haven't I? If anyone catches me like this, I'm ruined anyway." "Ok, OK, I was just teasing anyway, stop whining like a baby." A few moments later I was standing there, relieved, feeling the blood rush back into my hands. I had noticed though, that she took the precaution of ejecting the video tape and locking it in her desk first. I rushed back to the sink near the coffee machine and hurriedly rinsed my face before I scurried into my office, carrying my soggy underwear and wondering if I could get through the day. Safe behind my locked office door I took stock of my situation. My secretary Gina had just given me a brutal whipping, I could feel the welts already and they hurt like hell. She'd video taped and photo'd the whole humiliating episode for god know's WHAT reason and been very careful to keep her face from being shown. I felt exhausted already and the day had barely begun. Getting dressed, I blessed the fact that I normally wore long-sleeved shirts, at least they covered the marks on my wrists. I found a much bigger problem when I sat down to pull on my pants. Actually, I COULDN'T sit down, it was much too agonizing, I settled for leaning gingerly against my desk to put on the rest of my clothes. Every time I moved, my pants rubbed my welts, making me realize that this week was going to be a long one. I had meeting's every day at 9:00 and at 2:00. I didn't expect any problem staying awake in those with the welts to remind me. I double checked to insure my face showed no trace of the tape and my clothes presentable before I unlocked the door and greeted the other guys as they passed my door. They each wandered out to make a token walk-through of the plant and I knew they'd be gone for 30-40 min easily so I went down to talk to Gina. "Gina, I…I'm not sure I can take another …ummm, ahh" ("Session?" Gina interjected with a smile when I seemed stuck for a word), "yeah, another 'session' today. I mean, you whipped my ass raw and I can't walk around without hurting, I don't even want to think about sitting through my meetings today…" "Could you, ummm,… Would you, consider maybe letting me off the rest of the day?…I mean, you've got that video, and those pictures, don't you think those might make up for letting me off….Just for today, I mean, and all…" "Please" Blackmailed by My Secretary Ch. 2 This is the second chapter of ‘Blackmailed by my secretary.’ If you haven’t read the first, I recommend you go back and search it out. I plan several more chapters and welcome feedback and constructive criticism. I humbly hope that you enjoy. My 9:00 meeting was hell to get through. I picked the softest chair, and I sat with my feet tucked under it. This way I could partly support myself and keep at least some of the pressure off my butt. If anything it hurt more now than when Gina'd finished whipping it this morning. I got through it though. We finally broke up around 10:45, giving me plenty of time to make my 'appointment' with Gina. When I got back she was at her usual position (her desk). "Your office-mates left for an early lunch and you're here right on time…I'm very pleased." Ginas comment as I walked in was accompanied by a seemingly sincere smile. "Wait in your office until I come in. I don't feel comfortable doing your lunchtime punishment in the conference room so we'll convene in your office and take care of things there…Oh, of course I expect you to be naked and on your knees when I come in…So get ready." Well, at least she had SOME concern for appearance and didn't seem determined to get us both fired for misconduct. With the main office door closed and knowing that my office was quite well soundproofed, we shouldn't attract attention. I did as Gina expected of me. I stripped and knelt beside my desk, waiting as patiently as I could. Of course, knowing what was to come, I didn't really wait with eager anticipation. Gina came in twirling her riding crop in one hand and swinging a handful of rope in her other. I was watching closely and a moment after she caught sight of me she licked her lips (in anticipation?), giving me a tight, predatory smile. "Very nice, no extra penalty points THIS time. Bend over the table and put your hands behind your back." I rose as quickly as I could and seconds later I was lying half on the table. Ginas knee was holding one of my arms pinned against my back, my wrist up high between my shoulder blades. The other wrist was looped with rope and bent to match the other. A few quick, tight, wraps later and Gina was done with my hands. It only took a couple of tugs to know that my hands weren't getting loose without help. "Ok, now turn around and spread your legs" Ginas voice had a different quality from this morning I noticed. Earlier, it was eager, but a little hesitant. Now, still eager, it was firm and decisive. She not only knew exactly what she was doing, she KNEW I was going to obey. When I turned around she didn't look like a mousy secretary any more to me. Something about standing there with my hands tied and my privates completely exposed awaiting her commands had changed my own regard for her. And, perhaps, her regard for herself. She just held herself with more confidence. Her fingers felt icy when they wrapped around my balls and pulled my sack out away from my body. My sudden little gasp just caused her to smile a little wider. She tied a slipknot loop around the base of my balls and pulled it tight enough to pinch. "Umm, Gina, ahh, I mean, Baroness, please, please! Be careful with those, I really don't want to loose them." "Thanks for reminding me, Jerry, I did forget one important thing." "Oh, by the way, 5 extra strokes for not using my correct title." Her quick grin told me she'd just been aching for a reason to add a little extra to this session. One of the few archaic features of my office was an old government surplus 2 drawer filing cabinet by my desk. This kind had a bar that slid down through a couple of steel loops welded on the front and locked to another loop welded on the top. A crude but effective way to secure the drawers. Gina had decided it was also a good place to secure me. It was there that Gina pulled me by my ball rope. I felt especially embarased at being led around by a 'leash' on my balls. It'd have been bad enough if it'd been around my neck, but my balls? Damn it! She threaded the rope through the top loop on the cabinet and gave it a hard pull. Caught by surprise my balls almost tore off before I could follow the pull. Gina only stopped when the slipknot was hard against the loop. With the rope tied to one of the drawer handles, she stood back to admire her work. Me? I was in quite a fix. These 2-drawer filing cabinets only came up to mid thigh so I'd had to squat to keep from losing my manhood. "Oh God, Baroness Gina, please have a little mercy, I can't stay like this while you whip me, my legs just won't take it. I can feel the strain right now." "Second offense, baby, you get 10 extra added to the first 5…means you're looking at 75 good hard ones now…besides, if it's too much for you, dumbass, just lay over on top of the filing cabinet. " With that Gina took care of the oversight she'd mentioned earlier. She reached under her skirt, to my disbelieving eyes she pulled out a baggie with something in it. From the baggie she pulled two absolutely soaked pairs of panties and shoved them into my mouth. I instantly recognized both the smell AND taste…pussy juice. While she taped my mouth closed she explained. "While I was reviewing the pictures I took this morning, I got so excited I had to play with myself…twice. Fortunately today I brought a couple of panties that I wore doing yardwork this weekend. I used them to clean up my pussy. I'm glad now I didn't waste all that nice tasty juice, aren't you…Of course I probably should have remembered to wash them first…but we can't have everything, can we." She was watching my face as what she said sank in. Oh jeeze, this was just nasty. Panties that she worked in, all sweaty and nasty? I violently shook my head, futilely trying to dislodge them…WAY too late for that. You know how hard it is to keep your tongue from touching something filling up your mouth? It's impossible, but boy I sure tried for a few seconds before giving up. "Well now, we don't want to dawdle now. I need to get started with your punishment." With only a couple of snappy slashes at the air with the crop, she moved over to give me the first stroke. It happened so quickly I really hadn't prepared myself. Coming on top of the early morning bruises, the surprise was almost worse than the pain. Without thinking I jumped…and instantly regretted it. My balls did NOT jump with me and all the slipknot did was tighten even more. My balls hurt so bad I almost felt sick. I discovered Gina's intent. Try as I might I couldn't keep from trying to avoid the crop. I had just enough movement to wiggle a few inches from side to side. And I did, as she whipped, I was wiggling as hard as I could, bound in place by my balls. It made no difference, within a dozen strokes I was whimpering into her panties. I no longer cared WHAT they tasted like. I tried to catch Gina's eye to plead for mercy at least with my expression. When I finally succeeded Gina paused (oh, thank GOD) and just said, " Having fun yet, Jerry? Maybe I'll give you a little break, humm?" "OK, here's your break, I'm gonna stop whipping across your ass." At hearing those words, I all but collapsed across the cabinet…at last, a little compassion. I swore to myself that I'd be very, very nice to her after this was all over. In my relief, I neglected to keep track of Gina. She had moved directly behind me and…WHACK, I couldn't help myself, I jumped hard again and screamed into the gag. She had drawn back and used an underhand swing to drive the crop between my legs, striking squarely (as closely as I could determine) on my anus. That most delicate, tender orifice did NOT like this treatment. She continued the underhand strokes, sometimes striking my inner thighs, the tender area from mid thigh and up was assaulted over and over. I lost track of what was going on, how many strokes I'd received, Gina, everything, lost in the blur of the pain. When she finally stopped, I was totally spent. Collapsed across the filing cabinet I was reduced to whimpering and whining into my gag. After a couple of minutes I slowly realized that she'd stopped…it was over; all that was left was whatever sort of sexual relief she wanted for herself. At this point I didn’t care, I’d lick her kitty all day long to avoid another whipping. "Well, it looks like you may have JUST begun to really understand what punishment should be like." Gina had a very detached tone, totally untouched by my suffering, she was insuring that I learned my lesson. "Now it's time for your 15 penalty strokes" WHAT?!!! NO! I wanted to scream. All I could do was look at her with horror and terror…yes, terror. I couldn't take any more. I frantically pleaded with her through my gag, I didn't care that my words couldn't be understood, I tried to make the tone and my expression make up for that. "Hummm, kinda sounds like you're not eager to get the rest of your punishment, little boy. You know, if you can't take it, you really shouldn't misbehave." While she was saying this, Gina lightly drew the tip of the crop up the inside of one thigh and across my crotch, tracing down the other thigh. My flinching seemed to please her. "Well, if you think you'd like to work out some…other…arraignment…I MIGHT consider it." The potential of what she said sank in. maybe I DIDN'T have to get those 15 strokes. I vigorously nodded and grunted my agreement, I didn't know what I was agreeing to, but it had to be better than that crop again. "Ok, here's the deal. I let you slide on the well-deserved penalties…and you are going to do TWO additional things…first, in addition to licking my pussy to a couple of good solid orgasms…You're going to give me a first rate asslicking, I mean, you're going to lick my hole like it's the best candy you've ever had…understand?" Oh DAMN, she wanted me to do WHAT? Oh, jeeze, that's nasty…of course, the alternative was even worse…it took me about 1 second to decide. I'd have to buy a gallon of mouthwash on the way home, but that was far better than even one more dose of the riding crop. Deal. I looked her squarely in the eye and deliberately nodded my agreement. "Good, and the second…well, all you have to do it wear a pager, modified a little, but a pager just the same." Shit, that was a no brainer…I vigorously nodded. This was a piece of cake. …I still hadn’t learned. The tape came off easier this time than it did this morning and I could finally spit out those damn dirty panties of hers…of course after all this time in my mouth they weren't all THAT dirty. (Or at least so my errant mind commented) Gina had a tight smirk on her face now when she stepped out of her skirt. She rolled MY nice comfortable leather chair around in front of the filing cabinet and sat down on its edge. When she leaned back and crossed her legs over my back, my face was squarely lodged against her crotch. It was literally dripping wet. From mid thigh up, her juices had smeared all over her. I did the best I could. It was a strain pulling my head high enough to lick her thighs clean but I did. I gave it my all, covering every inch of her inner thighs, getting my whole face smeared with her aromatic liquid before I tickled my lips down. As delicately as I could I brushed my tongue along the edges of her labia. At the first touch she twitched, by the second lick sweeping her lips, Gina gave a guttural growl and grabbed my head. With a violent thrust of her hips to meet the slam of my mouth onto her cunt, she rubbed my face hard against herself. I fought to keep my tongue licking her clit but all I could do was just keep it in action. I no longer had control and Gina had gone wild. Evidently whipping me had become a MAJOR turn on for her. In just a few moments I heard her give out a series of whimpers and squeaks. Finally I felt her stiffen her hips and lock her thighs around my head and let loose one long animal eeaaahh and her pussy almost gushed into my mouth. All I could do was suck as much of the juice as I could and ride out the storm. With my face jammed hard against Gina's cunt, my nose was squashed to her clit. I couldn't breathe and was becoming desperate. She slowly relented, I could breathe again, it was heavy with pussy smell but I wasn't complaining. Right now, she smelled pretty good. Ginas breathing was shaky and she had to lick her lips before she spoke. " I needed THAT, I may keep you around just for your tongue." "Ok, time for you to pay off the first part of your alternate agreement" With that she grabbed both of her knees and leaned completely back in my chair. In this position I got a clear view of her little puckered hole. Oh god, I could see it twitching in anticipation already. "Dessert is served! Get to it!" The last she said with a commanding snap to her voice. Gina watched me closely and spread here knees even farther apart. Just do it. Go ahead and just do it. The alternative is that Gina gets pissed off and gives me even MORE whipping. I just don't think I can take that. I gingerly lowered my head and extended my tongue, praying I wouldn't puke. I could feel her eyes on me as I first made contact. Just as I touched, she twitched. I made the lightest contact with just the edge of her hole and rolled the tip of my tongue along the outer edge. I couldn't help but notice Gina's soft whine. Her legs spread even farther apart and there was an ever so soft "ohhh yesss" being whispered. I continued my motion, spiraling farther out and then back in to that now not-so-puckered orifice. The hell with it, I lowered my mouth fully down to cover her asshole and got really serious about licking it. My nose was jammed down between her pussy lips and even my eyes were against her crotch. I literally had a face full of cunt and there was no stopping now. I have to say one thing though; I was getting the kind of response from Gina that I’d never seen before. She was uttering a steady stream of ‘ooooh, oooh’s’ and gently rolling her hips against my face. She seemed careful not to disturb the contact I had, but I got plenty of encouragement. Time to change the pace a little though. Instead of licking, now I pulled my lips back and began scraping my teeth along her hole…now THIS got a response! At first she twitched and let out an immediate ‘OHHH, YESSSS, do it! DO IT!!’ I could feel her clenching and relaxing spastically while I alternated between using my teeth and my tongue. After only a few minutes of serious effort I felt her tense up again and her pussy clenched against my nose as she came again. My face got another bath of her cum, my tongue just couldn’t keep up...but I sure tried. Gina very slowly lowered her legs. I guess she was feeling cramped because she had to pause before she stretched out her legs. She stood up kind of shaky, before she used one of my tissues to wipe away the extra moisture that I’d missed. Taking a deep breath she said, “ I think that’s about as much as I can take. I’m going to let you off on giving me a second pussy licking right now.” When she had me stand up my legs were even shakier than hers and the shift of position brought new pain from my inner thighs. It was a tremendous relief when Gina untied the rope from around my balls and I could stand straight again. Leaving me standing there she made a quick trip out of the office and returned. “Let’s not forget your pager now darling.” So saying, she grabbed my balls again and stretched them out. When she turned them loose again there was a thick leather strap locked around them. On top of it was a pager, turned so that I could read it if I lifted my balls. “Like I said, your pager has been modified just a little. Sometimes guys forget pagers, well, unless you leave your balls behind, you’re not gonna forget this one. You’re not gonna ignore it either. When I page you, its going to vibrate against your balls, guaranteed to get your attention…heck, it’ll even feel good.” “What’s NOT going to feel good is if you decide to ignore my page. I’m giving you 15 minutes from the time I page you, until you call the number I leave. If you DON’T call in 15 min, I’m going to send another page, but this time with an extra code…Let me show you.” With that she sat back at my desk and dialed a number from my phone…after a second or so, she hit the numeral ‘1’ and hung the receiver up. About 10 seconds later I was doubled over on the floor, it had felt like someone kicked me in the nuts. “See, when I enter that code, it tells the pager to give you a ‘mild’ electric shock. If I feel like being nasty, I can always enter a different code and up the voltage…would you like me to demonstrate?” The instant she started picking up the phone I responded. “No, No that’s not necessary Baroness. I understand perfectly. You’ve got my full attention, you’ll never have to use that option.” I said. And boy did I ever mean it! Whatever it took I was NOT going to miss that page. If that was what she called a ‘mild’ shock I certainly didn’t want to experience anything heavier. Damn, I didn’t even want to experience THAT again. I was still lying there recovering when she came over and untied my hands. “Well, Jerry, I think we’ve both had a rewarding punishment session this time. I think you’re finally beginning to realize just how much of a learning experience this will be for you. And me, I’ve discovered that I LIKE having you lick my ass, you can expect to do MUCH more of that in the near future. Oh, by the way, be a dear and launder my panties for me, you can bring them with you tomorrow.” Gina rearranged her clothes, gathered up the rope and her damn riding crop and returned to her desk. I slowly, quite painfully, got to my feet. The whole process took several minutes because every time my inner thighs touched, they hurt intensely. My ass hurt, my balls hurt, even my legs hurt from the strain they’d been under. Putting on my pants was horrible, even the contact with the soft cloth burned my raw inner thighs. The heavy strap fortunately didn’t make a bulge but I was constantly aware of its pressure…and something more. The pager, locked around my privates, represented a different level of control. Instead of simply showing up at the appointed time, and taking my beating…I was now subject to Gina's whim at any time of the day, (or night). She had done something more, before this, I was aware that if I went out on a date, I might have to explain the welts on my butt. Now, well, there was simply NO way to explain a strap locked around my balls as anything but a symbol of being under someone else’s control. For now, that strap meant I was a slave. If I’d been reading this story on the web, it would have been a pleasant fantasy to lose myself in. I could ‘imagine’ the sensuality of being ‘forced’ to lick my Domme’s pussy and ass, the restraint of the ropes. What I couldn’t have imagined was the constant pain from the whippings that striped my ass and legs, or the gasping memory of how agonizing that electric shock was. On top of it all, having to get dressed and continue on with work as though nothing had happened to me…This wasn’t fun, at least not for me, and it damn sure wasn’t sensual. This was raw abuse, or as Gina would put it, ‘punishment’ and boy-oh-boy was I feeling punished. While I was putting my tie back on I was praying that Gina had run out of creativity for this afternoon and, better yet, would tire of whipping me. I feared not though. ‘Was any job really worth going through this?’ I asked myself…Yeah; this job was, just barely. I got on with my day. Blackmailed By My Secretary Ch. 3 This is part 3 of Blackmailed by my secretary. The story line will be less enjoyable if you haven't read the first two so I encourage you to go back and read them first. As always I welcome feedback. * * * * * Getting through the afternoon proved far harder than the morning, and I thought the morning was as bad as it could get. My afternoon meeting was normally a quick one, typically only lasting 30 minutes. Not so this time, today it ran for an hour. I knew walking down the hall from my office it was not going to be any fun. Not only was my rear still sore and bruised from the morning whipping, my inner thighs had been severely whipped at lunchtime. I found that my 'pager-balls' as I was starting to think of them were dangling kind of freely inside my fairly loose fitting dress pants, which wasn't entirely unpleasant. That is, except for the fact that it reminded me of the fact that I was literally at the beck and call of my secretary, Gina. All she had to do to have me jump through hoops was to send a little page to the harness locked around my balls and I was going to respond. Hell, I'd better, the alternative was to get a nasty shock as a reminder. I forced myself to concentrate and was satisfied that no one noticed any pre-occupation on my part…even though my thoughts kept straying away from the latest status report. Distractingly enough, this meeting had all the department heads present…among those was Terri, Gina's boss. Eventually the meeting broke up and Terri caught up with me when I headed back to my office. "Jerry, got a minute?" "Umm, sure Terri, what can I do for you?" "Well, I just wanted a chance to talk about Gina. The last few days she's seemed kind of distracted when I talked to her. I just wondered if you'd noticed any kind of problem with her?" "I mean, you know that we're making every effort to keep you guys happy in the resident office. If she's not up to speed, we can have a new secretary at her desk first thing tomorrow. All you have to do is say the word." Ya know, for just a second the idea was tempting. Like Terri said, she could be replaced pretty easily. But then reality set in. The whole reason I was going through this hell was because Gina had all those embarrassing records of my office porn site surfing. Just because she got replaced wasn't going to make them go away. Worse than that, she'd quite likely become vindictive. Even more than that, Gina really WAS an excellent secretary, if I had her replaced it'd be a bad stain on her record and she didn't deserve that. In fairness to her I was the one who broke the rules and she was giving me a chance to earn a second chance…though admittedly this was an odd way to earn it. My decision was made. Fair was fair. “Terri, I haven’t noticed any problem at all with Gina. She’s been working very hard on a couple of special studies for me, it’s possible I’ve pushed her a little too hard. I guess if you’re starting to notice something then I need to back off and cut her a little slack. Quite candidly, Gina’s the best secretary I’ve ever had the pleasure of working with and I’d hate to lose her. I’ve been meaning to come and speak with you, in fact, about trying to get her some kind of tidy bonus. We’re all totally dependant on her and keeping her happy is really a priority for me.” The instant the words left my mouth I realized the double meaning. Just couldn’t help it but I had to chuckle. Terri nodded her understanding but left me with this. “If you’re happy, I’m happy, but just remember, I’m here anytime you need me to keep her in line.” While she was walking away I had to admire her form. In her 50’s, she’d clearly worked hard at staying fit. I’d see her at the company gym, and in the sponsored aerobics classes, sweating right along with the 20 year olds. Even though she didn’t dress like a kid, her skirts, or more often pantsuits, were just a touch tighter fitting than you’d normally expect and always had interesting bulges. It was always a pleasure watching her walk away. To use a crude expression; she had a nice ass. As I was getting a drink from the water fountain I felt my balls being tickled. Damn, I was being paged! I ducked into the bathroom where I took a look at the pager display. It was Gina’s number. No problem, I had plenty of time to get there. What I didn’t count on was a large equipment move that blocked off my normal route back to the office. The detour took just a little longer than I expected but I figured I was still within my time limit…. I was only a few yards away from the office when I got that ‘kicked in the balls’ feeling and almost collapsed on the spot. Oh shit! As soon as I could I continued on into the office only to face a clearly pissed Gina. “You don’t seem to take your pages very seriously, how’d you like the little reminder?” She was almost hissing those words she was so mad. “All I was going to do was just try it out, but no, you couldn’t even call in. Well, from now on, you don’t get 15 minutes, you get 5 minutes to call in. I suggest you take your cell phone with you everywhere from now on. You’d hate to be stuck in traffic and not able to call in when I page you next time, now wouldn’t you?” “Gina, I’m sorry, I had to take a detour or I’d have been here much sooner. I know I could have called in but I swear I thought I could walk here and that you’d like that much better.” “Fine, just go on back to work, I’ll see you at 4:30” She turned back to her computer, continuing her work. I got immersed in reviewing the latest production quality report and fortunately the afternoon passed quickly. It wasn’t all that bad sitting in my chair once I learned to be cautious about shifting my butt or legs. Still quite sore, I was at least able to concentrate. Finally, it was just a few minutes before 4:30 when I eased out to Gina’s desk. “Good, you’re early. Go on into the conference room, we’re going to be in there this afternoon. Get naked, lie down on the table and I’ll be in soon." "Yes Baroness” Off I went to try and make it through one more punishment session. I didn’t know what she had in mind, just that I wasn’t likely to enjoy it. When Gina came in the first thing she did was turn on the monitor and video camera. Great, this was going to be another taped session. “Sit up and grab your ankles.” Huh? What the fuck was she doing now? Didn’t matter, I was going to go along anyway. A minute later I found out part of what she’d planned, at least as far as tying me up. Each wrist was tied to the inside of its corresponding ankle with my elbows tied to my knees. As far as restricting my movement, it was pretty good. I could flex my knees but not very far. Her next step was to roll me on to my back and, with a rope from each ankle, spread my legs wide apart. I was wondering how THIS was going to look on the tape. Me on my back like a turtle spread open like a cheap whore. What a sight. I was apparently in for a special session this afternoon. Unlike the other sessions, Gina had stripped off her clothes and was totally naked, except for a Halloween half-mask she put on (to conceal her identity from the camera?) “I’ve decided to let you earn a little mercy this time. You’re an excellent pussy licker when you want to be and I like that a lot. Now, here’s a little motivation for this deal. You going to lick me until I can’t stand it any more, I expect that to be through SEVERAL orgasms, while you’re busy there, I’m going to be whipping your dick…and anything else I feel like whipping, but mostly your dick. If you’re good enough, maybe I’ll even be too distracted to whip you. How’s THAT for motivation?” She paused as though waiting for a response so I said, “Baroness, I’d be honored to lick you, you really don’t NEED to whip me to motivate me. I’m ready and eager right now.” This, by the way, was no lie. Not only did this give me a chance to avoid another terrible whipping but I loved licking pussy. “I’m sure you are slave, but I’ve enjoyed hurting you and I think it’ll be fun listening to you squeal when I whack your little wiener. Don’t worry though, I won’t use the crop for this, I found a nice wooden ruler for that.” With no further discussion Gina knelt over my face, and lowered her slit down to my lips. She was facing down the length of my body, within easy reach of my wide spread crotch and limp cock. “Humm, this won’t do, you need to get that dick hard for me or I may have to start beating your balls instead.” Oh, shit! That would be even worse than my dick. Well, I tried, damn, did I ever try. It just wouldn’t get hard for me. I guess it was the pressure of having to perform, or knowing that if it did get hard, it was going to get beat up, but old peter wasn’t interested in coming out to play. “Not gonna work, is it…Ok, let’s try this.” So saying Gina leaned over and wrapped her lips around me. Oh man! Now, THAT felt good. She rolled her tongue around my cockhead, pumped her lips up and down my shaft a few times, and, BINGO Mr. Dick made his appearance. “Now GET STARTED ON MY CUNT” And I did. I didn’t have to warm her up, she was already as wet and slick as any woman I’d ever eaten. I just started tongue fucking her. I forced my lips hard against her labia to spread them open and then just shoved my tongue inside. I never took it all the way out, instead pumped it like a small cock, in and out, in and out. For a few minutes I didn’t think it was working. Gina’d started lightly tapping the head of my cock with that ruler. Then I realized she was playing with it. Using the ruler to lightly bat it side to side like some spring that always came back for more. Ya know, the bad thing was, I realized that I was starting to enjoy this. Having my face covered up with a hot pussy and then getting my dick lightly beat on was one hell of a turn on. I could feel myself start to drip a little pre-cum as I lapped away. It was time to shift. My tongue slid over a touch and began swirling around her rock hard little clitty. Just a few seconds of that and I could feel Gina’s hips start to rock, a dead giveaway that I was doing it right. Gina’s tapping was getting a little harder, not enough to be distracting, but hard enough to give me a little flash of pain. But it still felt good, oddly enough. My tongue was not being subtle any more, I was just licking directly on her little button and Gina was making those noises like she was about to cum, and cum HARD. “WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE? GINA, what the shit are you doing? Is that Jerry? DAMMIT, TELL me!” At hearing these words shouted, Gina literally jumped off my face and spun around on her knees. Glancing awkwardly around her legs, I caught sight of TERRI, Gina’s boss. AHHH fuck. What’s SHE doing here? “Terri, I ahh, I mean, it’s not what you think” Gina was positively stuttering as she tried to recover from the shock of being caught by her boss in a MOST compromising position. Me? Shit, what could I do? I sort of wiggled a little bit, but Gina had been serious about tying me nice and tight. I wasn’t going anywhere. Gina scrambled off the table and snatched at her clothes. Terri though, was quicker and moved over to stand on them. “Well, Gina, I don’t think you get your clothes back until I fully understand just what you think you’re doing, (OTHER than the obvious). I want you to sit your ass down and explain everything. RIGHT NOW!” Now that my view wasn’t blocked I could see that Gina was positively pale and, conversely, Terri was almost beet red. Gina reluctantly sat down at the table with Terri sitting across from her at the only open space at the table. This meant that both were talking across my ass and I had to lift my head to see either one. For a moment no one spoke, then I noticed Terri kind of glance over at me and burst out laughing. Oh great, now THERE’S something for the ego. “Go ahead Gina, this outta be GOOD.” I guess Gina was too shaken to make anything up so she spilled ALL the beans. My little internet forays, her discovery and decision to have do a little kinky exploration at my expense, even to the extent of taping my first session…all of it. To her credit, she admitted that she’d blackmailed me into all of the active behavior. That she’d forced me to give her oral sex. “So, you thought this up all on your own, huh? OK, I just dropped by when I saw your car still in the parking lot to let you know we were going to be giving you a tidy little bonus next week, but it looks like you’ve already been collecting it….So tell me Jerry, it kind of looked like you were enjoying your lip lock on Gina’s pussy. WERE YOU?” This caught me my surprise. Up to now, they’d both sort of ignored me, literally talking right past me. “Actually, Terri, ummm, well, yes as a matter of fact, I was. I mean, this is a kind of uncomfortable position and all but I love to lick pussy and she wasn’t being all THAT mean to me.” “Uh huh, kind of what I thought. OK, well Gina you went FAR beyond your authority in concealing Jerry’s misconduct. I’m going to treat YOU the way YOU treated Jerry, but with a few changes. So this is the riding crop you used on him?” As she picked it up. I think this last caught both Gina and I by surprise. “Well Gina, it looked like you were close to the edge right before I came in”, Gina just nodded, “I want you to just get right back on where you were, and Jerry, you get back to work with that limber tongue of yours.” Hesitantly Gina stood up, moisture still slick on her thighs, to mount my head again. “Gina, you don’t get off scott free, you know. Lean over and put your mouth over Jerry’s cock.” Taking one of the spare ropes that Gina had left lying around, Terri looped it first around Gina’s head and then snugged it around my balls, effectively tying Gina’s mouth against my crotch. “Now, fairs fair, Gina. Jerry’s giving you a good licking, it’s only right that you do as much for him. Of course, I’m here to give you a little taste of your OWN punishment too. Now, get started.” With that, Terri swung the crop against Gina’s ass. At the unexpected snap of pain, Gina gave a little jump, ramming my semi-hard cock against the back of her throat. That was all Mr. Cock needed to come to life and start hardening. Feeling the warm, wet softness of her tongue along my shaft, and her lips working at the base of my cock I resumed my own oral efforts. Terri evidently was enjoying herself. While I lapped away at Gina’s slit, Terri kept time lightly slapping the crop on Gina’s ass. Gina wasn’t doing so bad herself. After her initial shock she accepted the situation and started working in earnest on my dick. “Jerry, you are NOT to cum until I say so. If you DO, I’m going to make what Gina did, seem like a kiddie game.” Shit! This was going to be much less fun. Gina’s hot lips were doing one hell of a number, I could blow my load in seconds. I tried to put my mind elsewhere, anywhere but focused on that mouth milking me. “Oh, Jerry, as soon as you make Gina cum, I’ll let you shoot off…Gina, if you DON’T make Jerry cum before you do, I’m going to whip your ass to shreds….Isn’t this going to be fun now?” Ahh Shit! As Terri’s words penetrated I redoubled my efforts. It was a race. I licked as hard and deep in Gina’s slit as I could dig my tongue, I pursed my lips around her clitty and milked it, mostly I moved at double speed to make her cum….Gina? She realized at about the same time what was at stake here, she was pumping her mouth like a machine. I won. Just barely though. Gina started shuddering all at once and her head stopped bobbing. Difficult as it was with my dick stuffed in her mouth, she still made a fair amount of noise as she jammed her cunt hard on my working lips. DAMN, she must have dumped a pint of cum on my face, it was puddled around my neck and shoulders, the back of my head was sopping. But it was worth it. Terri leaned over to look me in the face as she said, “Good job, you can cum as much as you want now. GINA, get back to work.” For several seconds Gina just lay there, recovering from that huge orgasm. The hard crack of the crop on her ass got her moving. As Terri kept a steadily harder beat, Gina got more and more motivated. “Gina, I’m not stopping until Jerry cums, and cums HARD. He did a first rate job on you, you owe him as much.” Not surprisingly, this incentive really started Gina pumping like mad. Justifiably so, from my vantage point under Gina’s dripping pussy I could see the growing number of red lines left by the crop. Ohh boy, revenge, even at the hands of another, looked sweet. I relaxed and just let the pleasure build, no hurry now. Every so often, Terri would give me a sly grin; she knew exactly how I was feeling. In fact, I got the distinct impression she was savoring my delay as much as I was. When I got very, VERY close, I looked up at Terri and made eye contact. With the tiniest of nods, she got faster and harder with the crop. I reached out with my tongue to give Gina a good, hard lick and that was all it took. Damned if she didn’t cum again (though a lesser amount) at the same time I came. God! It felt like this orgasm started at my heels blowing a geyser out of my cock. Distracted by her own orgasm, poor Gina almost choked until she started gulping my cum down. I don’t know how long I came but with Gina’s gulping to stimulate me it must have been 15 or 20 continuous seconds. Awesome. “Well now, that was quite a show you two put on. I think you two owe me something.” So saying, Terry untied Gina’s head from my crotch and unzipped her own pantsuit. I noticed in passing that where the legs met, there was a suspiciously moist looking spot. With Gina standing by watching, Terri knelt over my head slowly reclining on my chest. “Jerry, start using that famous tongue of yours on my ass. Gina, slip over here and put your mouth where it’ll do the most good.” Now THIS was erotic. I could feel Gina’s breath her mouth was so close to mine. Terri was getting all the stimulation we could give her. Her musk absolutely intoxicated me and I went at it with rare enthusiasm, as did Gina. Almost before we started Terri came. Gina did the best she could but there was plenty of liquid for me to share. Terri had Gina finish licking her clean before they untied me. With Terri at the head of the table and Gina and I on either side we listened to her demands. Gina and I were now Terri’s. Gina still had control over me, able to demand, and receive, any service she desired from me. In her turn, Gina was now Terri’s little slut, by extension, so was I. Wearing my ‘pager’ I’d be responding to either of their calls at whatever time of the day or night. Gina, as yet, had no such pager but Terri assured her, that would be corrected. Hearing this Gina seemed apprehensive and Terri just gave her a smile. “I’ve wanted my own harem for most of my life. You two little rabbits are going to be just the thing for me. It’s not ALL bad for you though. Jerry, you said you loved licking pussy, well, you’re going to be getting one hell of a workout keeping the two of us happy. Gina, you’re starting to enjoy dominating Jerry. You get to continue that, though more discretely than you have been today. Of course, when I’m in the mood, you’re going to serve your time under me as well. Terri left the room, a very satisfied expression on her face and the latest videotape in her hands. I broke the silence first. “Baroness, I don’t know about you, but I think we’re in for quite a trip.” Licking a tiny drop of my cum from her lip, Gina just nodded her agreement. Blackmailed By My Secretary "Jerry, I warned you that punishment isn't supposed to be pleasant. The video and tapes are amusing but they don't PUNISH you. " "I think I enjoyed this morning even more than you hated it. In fact, I enjoyed it a LOT….So the answer to your plea for mercy is NO, and do not EVER ask me to change my mind once I've told you what your punishment is going to be. In the future, that will be an infraction, just like being late is, and I think you don't want any more of those, do you?" "No Gina, I don't" I almost shuddered just thinking about it. "By the way Jerry, since the other guys take their 2 hour lunch's starting at 11:00, your next session is scheduled for 11:10, I suggest you not be late." "Oh, and by, the way, from now on, when we're alone, you will address me as 'Baroness'". "Umm, ahhh Yes, Gina, …I mean, Baroness," "Good, now be a good little slave and get down on your knees. I want you to give my feet a quick kiss before you go back to your office." I was stunned as I walked back to my chair (painfully). It was clear that mousy little Gina had plans. The only question now was where would I be at the end of the week...