0 comments/ 51496 views/ 2 favorites Laura & John Ch. 1 By: Erotica by J & G Solo writing by Gypsy Chapter 1: The Beginning They met when he interviewed her to replace his retiring secretary. Seated in front of his desk, Laura did not appear nervous, but rather was like a coiled spring, locked down tightly. A 40-something woman, more generously proportioned than was the fashion but attractively dressed, she listened to John attentively as he explained the duties and responsibilities associated with working for a self-employed architect. She gave him one brief dazzling smile during the interview when he made a small joke about not being a "slave driver". he would recall that later. When he called to offer her the position that evening, she accepted and thanked him; not gushingly but with confidence. Over the next few weeks, their working relationship began to take form. She relaxed somewhat and they both began to tentatively reveal more of their true selves to one another. John discovered that she was single and this fact oddly pleased him, although he was himself married. He began to look forward to the time they spent together in the office and weekends became dreaded days to get through. He itched to put his hands on her and found small excuses to casually touch her arm while leaning over her desk, or her back when opening a door for her. When Laura left the office in the evenings, he would frequently sit in her chair and inhale the lingering fragrance of her perfume. By the time Secretary's Day rolled around that year, she seemed to be quite comfortable with him, laughing and joking and making him smile often. He decided he would try to push the level of their relationship forward. even if it meant risking being rejected by her. He picked a very nice restaurant in a neighboring town and took her to lunch, giving the holiday as an excuse for the outing. As they sat in a back corner booth chatting, he ordered a bottle of champagne. When Laura protested; he waved her objections away. Telling her that hiring her was the best thing he ever did, he poured her a glass and made sure it was never empty for awhile. Gauging her level of intoxication, he made sure to stop pouring when it appeared she had reached just the right point of relaxation - loose but not drunk, talkative but not sloppy. He steered the conversation toward sexual matters, finally getting the nerve to ask, "Laura, do you have any sexual fantasies?" She looked across the table at him, her dark eyes dancing. "Ummm, yes, I want a Master!" she blurted out, promptly rendering him speechless. She continued on, confessing that she had become increasingly curious about the BDSM lifestyle, being dominated physically and sexually. John took a deep breath and the bull by the horns. Adopting a stern expression and tone of voice, he ordered, "Sit up straight and stop giggling." Her jaw dropped for a moment and then he could actually watch her thought processes as an expression of understanding dawned on her face. She folded her hands in her lap and indicated her assent, speaking in a quiet submissive tone. "Taking a gulp of his champagne, his mind scrambled to determine his next move. "Go to the ladies room and remove your panties. From this day forward, you are never to wear anything under your dresses or skirts that will impede my access to you." Her cheeks flushed, but Laura rose obediently and left the table. When she returned, she sat down gingerly next to him in the booth. He took her hand in his and said with all sincerity, "I have no experience in being in being a Master, but I want you to be mine. I will learn, WE will learn together, if you agree to submit completely to my will." She stared at him for a moment and responded, "I'm so surrprised, I was positive you thought of me only as an assistant. I never dared dream anything more was possible>". Taking a deep breath, she turned his hand over in hers and raising to her lips, kissed his palm softly. She gave him her promise to give her best in this new adventure. He noticed that her speech was even, her words well chosen, and was pleased to see that the alcohol was not speaking for her. She looked at him expectantly and asked where they would go from here. After a few moments' thought, he answered that he felt they should set some guidelines, boundaries, goals even, to give them a framework within which to "play." He asked her to define her limits, what she would and would not be willing to do. Her cheeks flushed, but she steadied her nerves and replied, "I have always wished to be disciplined physically, restrained and commanded to perform sexually. Some exhibitionism might be fun .... and i would even be willing to consider the option of being "given" to another, should that be my Master's desire. I'm not too sure about, ummm, "bathroom sports," but I am positive I want no activities involving children or animals, and nothing which caused permanent damage to my body, mind, or soul." She finished her little speech rapidly, quite amazed by her own brazenness. John fought to keep his expression calm but his mind was racing. His knowledge of the D/s lifestyle was limited to reading and a movie or two, but now it suddenly seemed he had been waiting for this opportunity all his life. He nodded in agreement and began to lay down his own guidelines. "I have already told you about your dress. When we are in the office together, I may choose to take possession of you at any time. If I wish to turn you over my lap at my desk, and I WILL wish that, my dear, you will obey me and submit. When I leao work at your desk, I may choose to tie you to your chair. Your body now belongs to me and will be used as I see fit within the limitations we have agreed upon." He motioned for her to slide from the booth. "We will return to the office, but I do need to make one stop first." Before backing out of their parking space, he turned to her; she was sitting quietly, hands folded in her lap, her eyes on him. He put a finger under her chin and whispered, "Kiss me.... that is your second command." Laura offered her lips and he took them, gently at first but then with more passion and heat. He nudged her lips apart with his tongue and began a seduction of hers. They were both breathless when he finally released her. He drove only a few blocks before parking in front of a small jewelry store. "You are to wait here, but you must pull your skirt up to the very top of your thighs and keep your legs wide apart." Wiggling in her seat, she hiked her skirt up, the tops of her thigh high stockings exposed and the smooth white flesh above them. Before leaving the car, John ran a hand over the stocking tops and let his fingers briefly tickle the soft flesh as she shivered slightly. When he returned about 10 minutes later, he was carrying a small velvet box. Opening it, he removed a delicate, sparking gold chain and fastened it around her neck. "I know some people go in for the dog collar look, but I don't want anything that coarse against your beautiful skin. Let this chain be your collar and wear it always." She touched the chain with her fingertips and nodded. "Thank you, Sir. Or do you prefer Master or My Lord?" "Hmmmm....... Sir or Master will do, my pet." As he leaned in to kiss her again, he slipped a hand into the neck of her blouse, rubbing the swell of her breasts above her bra then easing under the lacy edge to stroke a fingertip across a large, erect nipple. She moaned and struggled to maintain her composure, knowing that anyone walking beside the car could see him fondling her. She involuntarily squeezed her thighs together and he immediately pinched her nipple with force. "What did I tell you about keeping your legs spread, love?" Instantly, she opened her thighs and became aware that they had become a little sticky high up and inside where the skin was the softest of anywhere on her body. Pulling slightly away, he placed his hand on her leg, just above the knee. "Watch this," he ordered. Obediently, she looked down, watching as his hand moved ever so slowly up her thigh... past the stocking top and onto the flesh beyond and then downward until his fingertips were just grazing her soft pubic hair. Barely moving his fingers, he brushed them lightly against the lips of her cunt and he was delighted to find them damp. Rubbing up and down, his fingers began penetrating her gently but deliberately. Pushing them into her up to the first knuckle, he withdrew his hand and immediately placed his fingers in his mouth to taste her for the first time. She watched with wide eyes as he sucked his fingertips clean and pronounced her pussy delicious. "I will enjoy more of that back at the office" he smiled at her as he started the car, "We'll take the interstate back; it might be quite scenic today." To Be Continued... Laura & John Ch. 2 Chapter Two: Take The Long Way Home As they merged into the highway traffic, John instructed Laura to unbutton her blouse and pull it free from her skirt. When her task was completed, he reached over with his right hand and flipped the blouse open. Giving a soft but wicked little laugh when he saw that her bra hooked in the front, he deftly unsnapped the clasp and completed her exposure. She shuddered, her full breasts shaking with her motion. "Play with them; let me see you squeeze them, tug on your nipples." Her fingers with their long polished red nails caressed, stroked, squeezed and pulled as ordered, as John's eyes darted back and forth between her and the highway. Glancing up at the rear view mirror, he spotted a semi approaching on their right. "Love, there is a trucker coming and I wish for you to give him something special to look at. When he gets alongside us, you will take your right hand, pull your skirt up, and show him your pussy. If he maintains speed to keep watching, I want you to begin finger fucking yourself. Do you understand?" "Yes, Sir, I will do as you ask, " she answered, her trembling voice betraying her increasing excitement. John noticed she was glancing in the side view mirror, watching the truck growing ever closer. He slapped lightly on her left thigh, "Wider spread, please. I know, let the back of your seat down a bit, then you can be seen even better." As Laura adjusted seat into a reclining position, he slid her skirt up higher getting his first clear look at her neatly trimmed bush and her clit peeking out from the swollen labia. His cock hardened noticeably at the sight and he smoothed her skirt back down as he wished for her to perform the same action of exposing herself as he had described. Continuing to torment her nipples with her left hand, her right snaked it way down her belly to the hem of her skirt, slowly easing it back up again. John's green eyes flashed from the road ahead, to her crotch, to the truck pulling along side him, his own breathing become somewhat erratic. Tracing the outline of her lips delicately, Laura then suddenly began plunging two fingers in and out of her greedy pussy rapidly. As expected, the truck suddenly slowed to keep pace with them. "Let me taste your fingers NOW" he ordered. He inhaled her scent before sucking her fingers briefly. "Now, my pet, make yourself come for the nice trucker." Her fingers became a blur, moving between her hole and her clit. He could hear how wet she was, the squishy, sloshing sounds causing him to become almost unbearably hard. He caught the slightest glimpse of a grin on her face as he shifted in his seat. She began concentrating solely on her clit, rubbing it up and down with an almost frantic motion. Her nipples were standing out like pencil erasers; her chest was heaving and she closed her eyes, lost in waves of pleasure. "May I come, Sir?" she asked in a husky voice. "Yes..... I give permission, pet." Almost instantaneously, her back arched and with a loud moan, her body began shuddering and shaking in an intense, lengthy climax. He stepped on the gas and pulled away from the truck, deciding the trucker had seen enough. Stretching out his right hand, John slipped his fingers between her thighs and wet them in the juices flowing there. Again, he raised them to first his nose and then his lips. "You are delicious, pet. I'm afraid I may become addicted to your taste." Opening her eyes and giving him a cheshire cat smile, she replied "That would be fine, Sir. I seem to have an unlimited supply. Do you wish for me to .... " she gestured at her clothing. "No, I wish for you to remove your blouse and bra completely. You will walk topless into the office from the car for me. You may also bring your seat back to upright." John was becoming aware of how much he enjoyed having total control of this woman. She did as he asked, folding her clothing neatly in her lap. Sitting very composed and calm, gazing out the window at the passing scenery, obviously her orgasm had done much to settle her nerves. He admired her profile, from her smooth brow to her long neck to her abundant breasts with their still erect nipples. As they pulled onto his street, the neighborhood appeared quiet with only the sounds of birds chirping and a far away lawnmower breaking the silence. With a wave of his hand, he indicated she should sit in the car until he walked around and opened her door. Taking her hand, he assisted her out of her seat and pulled her to stand against him in the driveway. Sliding his hands around her waist and down, he squeezed her asscheeks tightly through her skirt and nuzzled her neck while she stood still, holding her clothing. With a sudden hard slap on her rear, he ordered her to walk in front of him into the office while he admired the view from behind. Once inside, he stepped up close behind her, cupping her breasts and pushing her towards his office door. Moving in tandem, her ass pressed against his bulging crotch, they made their way around his desk. He dropped into his large leather chair and unceremoniously pulled her across his lap, her legs dangling to the floor. Pulling the back of her skirt up to her waist, he exposed the full smooth skin of her ass. He began rubbing his palm over the globes and down to her thighs, nudging them further apart. "Keep those thighs apart if you do not wish the spanking to be longer than necessary. You are not being punished, pet, but instead I'm going to spank you for the pure pleasure of it." With that said, he began spanking her flathanded, each crack echoing around the room; He watched as her skin flushed, the heat rising off her skin. With his free hand, he began twisting and pinching the nipples of her hanging breasts and she began whimpering in response. "Are you getting aroused like a bad little slut?" he asked. "Let me see....." He slid his hand down over her throbbing ass to slip between her thighs where his fingers were immediately soaked. "Yes, you are, my slave." He smiled to himself, enjoying the way she was beginning to squirm. He started alternating between spanking her and sliding two fingers in and out of her soping pussy. When his own arousal became painfully obvious against her belly, he swept everything from the top of his desk and all but threw her into position, bent over it. He unzipped his pants hurriedly and rubbed his cockhead up and down her slit a few times, then rammed it home as she screamed with pleasure. Holding her hips with both hands, John pumped fast and furiously. She pleaded between pants to be allowed to orgasm which spurred him on, bringing his own climax closer and closer. Reaching up with one hand to grasp a handful of her hair, he pulled her head back, stretching her neck, and grunted out his permission. "Yes, YES, YES..." she screamed as her body began shuddering and the spasming of her internal muscles took him over the edge. Feeling as if his semen must be coming from his toes and that there must be have been quarts of it, he came long and hard inside her. Pulling her from the desk, they collapsed into his chair together, unable to speak for many minutes. Laura & John Ch. 3 Chapter 3: Toys R Us That night, with his wife sleeping heavily beside him, the angular lines of her back turned towards him barely visible in the dark, John mulled over the day's events... How had they come so far so fast? His mind raced, exhilarated by the possibilities of the future stretching out before him like a long desert highway in his mind's eye. Stirring beside him, his wife mumbled in her sleep and then settled more deeply into her pillow. His eyes studied her rigid form; she always managed to avoid touching him accidentally, even while asleep. She had begun existing in her own world years earlier, her heart and soul seemed devoted to her career and he felt he was little more than a roommate to her. Still, vague feelings of guilt stirred in him and he uneasily wondered how he would feel the next time she was interested in being intimate. An ironic smile flitted across his face when he realized that might be weeks, perhaps months from now. Rolling to his other side, he finally drifted off to sleep, content in the knowledge he would see Laura in the morning. Across town, Laura sat at her bedroom window staring out into the moonlit night. Remembering how she had practically sleepwalked her way through dressing and driving home, she sat smiling dreamily in the dark. Yes, she had blindly leaped into the fulfillment of a long hidden fantasy, but... he was her boss, and a married man to boot. Sighing, she returned to her bed, her excitement tempered by her misgivings... but only a little bit. Morning found John at his desk earlier than usual, alternately watching the clock and the door. Finally, he heard the sound of her car turning into the driveway, her heels clicking on the sidewalk, and then her smiling face brightened his world. She dropped her things on her desk and stood leaning against his doorway. "Good morning, Sir" she greeted him. He took a moment to admire her choice of apparel for the day, a calf length black suede skirt and a long red tunic top with a deeply cut v-neck. "How are you?" he blurted out, feeling a touch of nerves. "May I speak with you honestly, Sir?" "I hope you always will... of course... please come in." She startled him by kneeling on the floor by his chair. Looking up at him, she began to speak quietly, but with conviction. "I feel that I should give you the opportunity to back out of our arrangement. Perhaps yesterday was just a passing thing, one of those "good idea at the time" kinda things. If you have regrets now, please tell me and we will return to the working relationship we had before." He reached for her hand and found it was trembling. "Is that what YOU want?" "Only if it would please you," she replied. "I am nervous, yes, and a little guilty, but yesterday I felt as if I'd been reborn into the life for which I was meant." John sighed in relief. "No, my pet, I do not wish to abandon our adventure; it is only just beginning." He pulled her up into his lap, holding her close and smoothing her hair back from her face, he pulled her head onto his shoulder. "We have much to teach each other and I for one am looking forward to broadening my education" he chuckled softly. After a slow sweet melting kiss, he pushed her up to stand between his widespread legs. Slowly, tantalizingly, he ran the palms of both hands up her legs, under her skirt until he confirmed she had obeyed him and was bareassed under her skirt. His fingers roamed over the soft skin and he tickled the crack of her ass as she blushed a deep red. "You have your knees together, love" he admonished her with an assumed sternness. Immediately she placed her feet shoulder width apart and just as quickly his right hand took possession of her, squeezing the already puffy lips together until her juices flowed out. "I needed a taste to go with my morning coffee" he said as he licked his fingertips. An involuntary shudder ran through her body as she watched. "While I am running a few errands, you will work as usual but do not tuck your skirt under you while you're sitting at your desk. Be sure that nothing is between your bare skin and the chair seat, understood?" He watched as she gracefully flipped her skirt while seating herself to keep it from settling under her. Gathering up his car keys, he stopped at her desk to lean down and nuzzle her neck. "I'm so very glad you're not quitting on me." Laura once again favored him with that dazzling smile he had come to love and nodded. "Be careful, Sir. I will be here working until your return." ---------------- It was nearly lunchtime when John got back to the office. As he was loaded down with several large bags and a basket, Laura hurried to relieve him of a few of his burdens. She howled as the vinyl seat of her chair removed a layer of tender skin from her ass which made John grin wickedly at her. "Do-it-yourself masochism, my dear?" She grinned back up at him. "Serves me right for sitting still so long, my ass is on fire now but it was all pain and no pleasure!" Laura took the basket from John and examined it. About the size of a large picnic basket, it had a lid that closed by a combination lock style clasp. She found it was already locked and could not open it. "I have already set the combination, pet. It is '6969'" he said, chuckling again... She laughed in response and quickly had the basket open on her desk. It was beautifully lined in pink satin but completely empty. "This will be our 'toy' box in which I can keep some of our playthings privately" he informed her. "Let me show you what I purchased today." John reached into one of the bags and removed a sleek black leather flogger. He ran the strands through his fingers and dropped it into the basket; Laura flinched a bit at the sight but he noticed her eyes were bright. Her composure faltered a little more when she saw the next item in his hands - a strand of gel-filled anal beads. The first on the strand was relatively small, but they increased in size with the last being about the size of a walnut. He tapped them in his palm and smiled. "I hope to make use of these very soon." He added some flavored body oils and lotions, a wicked looking pair of gleaming nipple clamps, a flat-backed hairbrush, and an amazingly lifelike vibrator to their stash. From another bag, he pulled out several long silk scarves and tossed them in the basket as well. "Now... the contents of this bag I wish for you to keep in the office bathroom, but you will need to find a way to conceal them from any visitors." As she peered into the bag, Laura gave a small gasp. Inside were several douches and an enema kit along with some aloe gel and a triple bladed razor. "I went out on a limb a bit with those, I know,," he gazed at her calmly. "We'll see how far your limits can be stretched." Laura took the bag into the bathroom and opened the small storage cabinet against the wall. By moving some items around, she was fairly sure she had the items hidden from any casual observer. "Oh... I have to go back out to the truck and fetch one more thing, something I found specially for you, pet, at a very unusual store. Please wait for me in my office on the sofa." John's long strides took him out the door quickly while Laura took her place on the sofa making sure to keep her skirt from being tucked under her. John returned, pushing a wooden desk chair on its casters through the door. It was beautifully made from what appeared to be oak, but Laura quickly noticed the unusually thick seat. "Umm, Sir…does this mean you think my butt is too big?" she asked, pointing to the part of the chair in question. "No, no…. " he laughed. "Let me show you the hidden beauty of this chair." He grasped the side edges of the chair seat and pulled forward. The entire top of the seat slid off, and a large, almost obscenely large, vibrator sprung up from the hidden bottom. Laura sat speechless, her mouth hanging open. John roared at her expression. "Now, my love, here is your new desk chair. When I desire, you will ride this. Oh, I almost forgot the best part." He pulled a small remote control from his pocket and pressed a button. The buzzing sound of the vibrator filled the room. He clicked again and turned the new toy off. "MMMMMmmmm... I think we need a test run. If you please… " he motioned for her to rise and take her place on the chair. Hiking her skirt up a bit, she carefully lowered her body, grasping the vibrator at the base until she felt the tip pressing against her eager pussy. With a moan of pleasure, she impaled herself fully upon it. "Move your skirt out of the way so I can see," John ordered, his voice a bit hoarse with excitement. Laura obediently grasped the hem of her skirt and tucked it into the waistband, baring her belly, thighs, and cunt to his attentive gaze. Only the slightest bit of the vibrator's base was visible and this pleased him immensely. Unzipping his pants, he reached in and pulled his cock out, stroking it a time or two as Laura watched and licked her lips. "Now, my sweet little slut, suck me… and give me your best," he commanded as he pushed his cock at her waiting lips. She took him into her mouth enthusiastically, licking the head and shaft and sucking as deeply as he would allow. The tip of her tongue traced around the rim, the bulging veins, and the opening at the tip. She sucked gently then more voraciously, varying the speed with which she moved him in and out of her warm mouth and the strength of her suction... As John slid his fingers into her hair and wrapped a handful of the silky strands around his fingers, he clicked the remote and turned the vibrator on low power. The vibrations in her throat caused by her answering moan was his reward. "Harder and faster, pet." The obvious lust in the tone of his voice motivated Laura to push further down his shaft, attempting to deep throat him as her hips began grinding against the vibrating intruder. She did not see John push another button, but the waves of pleasure from the increased vibrations told her that he had done so. "Take one hand and rub your clit for me," he gasped. Sliding one hand down her belly to her engorged and slippery clit, Laura began rubbing it up and down frantically. John switched the vibrator to full power and dropped the remote on the desk beside him. Gripping her head with both hands, he began ramming his cock in and out, fucking her mouth with abandon. "Are you ready to cum with me, bitch?" She nodded, unwilling to release his cock in order to speak. Her pussy felt as if it were about to explode and Laura knew she was about to have the most incredibly intense orgasm of her life. John groaned loudly through gritted teeth as he came in rapid spurts down her throat. As his body began shuddering, Laura's body was rocked as her climax took control. She gasped from the force of it and a trickle of semen dribbled out of her mouth. Thinking quickly, she wiped it with the back of her hand, then licked it clean. John watched her approvingly as they both began to recover from their climaxes. "Good…very good. Do not ever let me see you waste my cum." The couple gazed at one another, smiling, for a moment. John returned his now soft penis to his pants and informed her that she must learn to unzip him with her teeth before the next time. Taking her by the arms, he pulled her up off the vibrator, then turned it back to off once more. "Clean this thoroughly, and then I will show you how to replace the seat cover. After you complete that little task, we will discuss what to do with the rest of the afternoon." Laura & John Ch. 4 Chapter 4: Thank God It's Friday As it turned out, John and Laura spent the start of the afternoon merely talking. They discussed their hopes and fears regarding their new relationship, as well as the boundaries that must be placed upon it. They spoke of the need for secrecy in order to protect their respective families. Granted, Laura's children were adults and on their own, but still how shocked they would be to learn their mother was having an affair with a married man, not to mention the D/s aspect of it. Laura listened attentively as John described his marriage as one that had started off loving and passionate, but over the years had grown into something of a comfortable friendship. "Perhaps other men of 46 are willing to settle for that," he said. "But you're not," she replied quietly. He pushed back an errant lock of his blonde hair that had fallen over his forehead, then rubbed his face slowly. "No…. I am not, and certainly not after meeting you. There is something in you that reaches out and brings these feelings to the surface, feelings I didn't even realize I had before." She smiled at him, then flushed with embarrassment as her stomach growled noisily. "Lunchtime, " John cheerfully announced. "I'll order some sandwiches to be sent over, how would that be?" Laura agreed and they took care of a few more items on the to-do list while waiting. The couple worked well and efficiently together and by the time the food arrived, they had the day's workload knocked out. After the delivery boy left,, instead of opening the bag and setting out their lunch, John pulled Laura from her chair and told her to lock up the office and meet him at the garage in back of the house. While she turned on the answering machine, closed the blinds, and made sure all was in order, he was pulling the top off the jeep, filling the cooler with beer and ice from the refrigerator, and stashing a blanket under the seat. As he backed out of the garage, he spotted her in his side mirror, walking towards him and he was struck again by his good fortune. She climbed into the passenger seat and looked at him questioningly. "Sir, where are we going, or should I not ask?" "You can always ask me anything, unless I tell you to be still, alright? Anyway, it's Friday, and a perfect day for a picnic in the woods, don't you agree?" Laura smiled and nodded and settled into her seat, enjoying the ride in the afternoon sunlight. Quickly leaving the city behind, John soon turned off the highway and then made several more turns until they were deep into a secluded wooded area. Finally turning onto a dirt road, he followed the two-track until they parked on the mossy bank of a swiftly flowing creek. "This is perfect, it's beautiful here!" she exclaimed, delighted by their surroundings. "I hoped you'd like it. Sit right there for a second," John hopped out of the vehicle, retrieving the blanket from its hiding spot. He hastily arranged it, the food, and the cooler in a sunny spot by the water's edge. Then turning back to Laura, he smiled, that same wicked smile again. "Take your clothes off, pet, and then join me," he ordered as he stretched out on his side on the blanket. Leaning on one elbow, he watched to see how readily she would obey. "Oh my God," she thought, "I'm not sure I can do this. I haven't been totally naked in front of him and it's broad daylight out here." She glanced at his face and saw his expectant expression. "Aaahhhhh.. I can't disappoint him so soon," she decided. Standing up she reached under her sweater and unhooked the back of her bra, then pulled the straps down her arms and over her hands, then pulled it out from the sweater's waistband. John laughed heartily at her attempt to delay the inevitable. Likewise, she slipped her shoes and stockings off from under skirt then, closing her eyes, she slid the skirt down over her hips and off. "You're almost there, love… hurry now." She opened her beautiful eyes and kept them on his face as she pulled the long sweater up and over her head, dropping it onto the seat behind her. Standing completely naked in the middle of nowhere, the sun beaming down on her body, and her newly found Master staring at her, she was totally unnerved. "You are so lovely… come to me." John tried to allay her discernible fear. Laura joined him quickly on the blanket, kneeling at his side. John kept a steady stream of chatter designed to put her at ease while he handed her a beer from the cooler. They ate companionably together and Laura made every effort to forget she was totally nude as John lounged beside her, fully clothed. Once their appetite for food had been satisfied, he pulled her face down to his and kissed her tenderly. "Did you get enough to eat, pet?" "Oh yes, it was delicious, thank you. Did you have enough, Sir?" "Nooooo.. " he replied, slowly pushing her back onto the blanket. "I saved room for dessert." He began arranging her limbs just so, hands over her head which made her breasts thrust up and out beautifully, and her knees bent, then spread. Gazing down at her body so willingly exposed to him, John felt a rush of excitement and lust as a result of having this level of power and control over another. "Close your eyes, Laura. Don't open them until I say." As her eyelids fluttered down, her long lashes sweeping against her cheeks, John dropped to his knees at her feet. Moving them slightly, he eased his upper body between her legs until he was lying with his face only inches from her glistening pussy. He admired the short neatly trimmed bush, the rosy inner lips showing through. Spreading them apart with his thumbs, her pulsating clit was revealed. At first, Laura felt only his warm breath, then pleasure filled her body as his tongue began exploring her. Lazily at first, he licked at her cuntlips, up and down each side of her slit, then he took her breath away completely by fastening his lips around her clit and sucking on it gently. Holding it there, he flicked the tip of his tongue up and down rapidly against it until Laura began to squirm under him. John eased first one finger, and then another inside her hole and twisted them left and right while he continued his stimulation of her clit. Finding her to be unbelievably hot inside, John had a flash of inspiration. Stretching out his free hand, he fumbled into the cooler for a few cubes of ice. He pulled away from her momentarily, popping one cube in his mouth, then moved in to press his mouth closely to her and used his tongue to push the cube into her hot pussy. Holding the other cube between his fingers, he reached upward and began circling her nipples with it. By the time the cubes had melted, Laura was whimpering and shaking with the need to cum. "Tell me who you are," John growled as he lapped at her clit. "I'm your slave, your slut, Sir, " she cried out, biting her lower lip. "My little fuckslut…. Beg me to be allowed to cum." "Please, oh please, Sir… I'm sooo close, please.. " He continued working her pussy until he felt she was on the verge, then abruptly stopped, causing her to wail with frustration. "My greedy little fuckslut, open your eyes now." Laura did as ordered, blinking in the sunlight. "Now prop yourself up on your elbows and watch as I make you cum. Be loud, pet, there is no one close enough to hear you…. I think." John pressed his lips to her mound and worked his way back down teasingly, licking and kissing. Then stiffening his tongue, he stabbed it into her hole repeatedly. As Laura rapidly approached her orgasm, he returned to licking her clit and finger fucking her deeply. When he slipped his thumb between her asscheeks and rubbed it against her anus, she came explosively on his face, drenching him thoroughly as she screamed out in ecstasy. Filled with lust, John frantically undid his pants, shoved them along with his boxers down to his knees and rolled onto his back. His cock stood straight up and throbbing, the head swollen and purplish. "Get up here, fuckslut, and take care of this." Laura scrambled up onto her knees and straddled him, still panting from her orgasm. She moved slowly, trying to ease herself down on his cock, but as soon as John felt her pussy begin to engulf him, he pushed down on her shoulders hard and rammed it home. "Fuck my cock, slut, faster." He thrust his hips up as she began humping up and down, her full breasts bouncing as she squeezed her cunt around him. Grabbing hold of her hand, he placed it on her belly and slid their joined hands slowly downward. He pushed her fingers into place and grunted up at her, "Rub your clit for me, slut, and work that pussy on my cock." Laura fingered and rubbed her sensitive clit as she continued to ride her Master's thick cock as he urged her on. Staring into each other's eyes, their bodies slammed together. When Laura added a circling motion of her hips to the down stroke, he lost all control and came, shooting his load in spurts that rocked both their bodies, the air filled with the sound of their pleasure. Collapsing on top of him, Laura listened to his heart beat slow and his breathing even out while his hands gently stroked her back. His cock, now soft, slipped wetly from her body. John rolled her to her side and held her tightly and they drifted off to a peaceful, deserved sleep with the sunlight streaming over them. Laura & John Ch 5: Leather & Steel On Sunday evening, as Laura was straightening up her apartment and looking for something to wear to work the next day, her mind was filled with thoughts of John. She idly wondered if being able to so easily switch modes from the erotic activities they shared to her run of the mill weekend activities was a sign of having a split personality. Laughing at herself, she sat crosslegged on her bed and polished her nails while watching an old movie. The weekend had been ordinary but she had found comfort in the routine tasks. She had cleaned the apartment, talked to the kids on the phone, did the grocery shopping; and basically went about all her everyday chores as if nothing were different. At night, alone in her bed though, was another story. She woke frequently during the night to find her hand between her thighs, working her pussy feverishly. Everywhere she looked, everything she saw, everything she heard seemed somehow sexual in nature. Her senses seemed to be heightened somehow, and she relished things as simple as the touch of her silk robe against her skin. Taking a shower had become a lengthy exercise as once her soapy hands began roaming her body, she would become lost in fantasy and stand daydreaming under the spray. At last Monday morning dawned, and Laura sang happily along with the radio as she made her way to work. Walking into the office, she was struck by the silence and realized John was not there. Her heart lurched as she sank into her desk chair, then she spotted the post-it fluttering from her computer monitor. "Meeting with a prospective client at 9, check your email, J" she read and her face brightened considerably. She got her things settled in a desk drawer and booted up her system. Logging into her email account, she scrolled down through garbage offering her credit cards, a cure for snoring, Viagra, and the best free live porn on the net. "Same old, same old, " she mused out loud. "Ah, there it is." She clicked on her Master's entry, subject line "Today's Instructions." Smiling, she began to read: Good morning, my dearest Laura. I hate not being there to see you first thing, but I should be in by 11. I hope you had a good weekend, but I must confess mine was nothing to get excited over and it feels like forever since Friday. Please get a preliminary contract ready for this client, I'm sure we will need it and everything you need is in the folder on my desk. Other than that, just take care of the mail and the phones this morning. Oh… one more thing. Clear the top of my desk completely. We might need the space." "Need the space? For what?" Laura wondered. "Ohhhhh.. He probably has blueprints to spread out." She busied herself with her tasks and updating some files and was surprised to find it was almost 11:30 when she heard John's car pull into the driveway. He strode through the door, bearing Chinese food for lunch, which he knew she adored. His smile faded quickly though as he came around her desk and stared down at her. Her grin faltered as she saw his sudden change of expression. "Sir… what is it? What's wrong?" He pointed an accusing finger at her lower body where her skirt was neatly tucked under her bottom. "Oh my god… " her cheeks flamed scarlet and she knew she was in trouble, but how much? "Go, quickly, fetch the toy box and come to my desk." John assumed a cold angry expression, but inside he was gleeful. He hadn't dreamed an opportunity to discipline her justifiably would arise so soon. Standing at his desk, waiting for her, he was pleased to see it had been cleared as requested. Eyes downcast, she approached him, the basket in hand. Taking it from her without a word, John unlocked it and retrieved the leather flogger from inside. He was just about to close the box when the gleaming nipple clamps caught his eye. Pulling them out as well, he held them dangling in front of her. "Take off your blouse and bra, my disobedient slave. It is time to put these to use." "You would think I'd be getting used to stripping in front of him," Laura thought, "but it still makes me feel so self-conscious." Quickly unbuttoning her blouse and dropping it on the side chair, she did the same with her lacy bra. She shivered as he grasped her nipples with each hand and pinched them repeatedly, then fastened the clamps down tightly, drawing a gasp from her. Tugging at the chain to confirm the clamps were indeed on securely, he nodded with satisfaction. "Get up on my desk, on all fours." As Laura looked at him in disbelief, he repeated the command more firmly and still she just stood there. "Do not make me tell you a third time, slut, move NOW." She climbed onto the desk, completely humiliated. Centering herself on the desk, her head lowered, she waited for her punishment. She did not have to wait long. Flipping her skirt up to her waist in the back, John bared her ass to his sight and to the sting of the flogger. Wasting no time, he brought it down on her shapely ass sharply as she bit her lower lip to keep from crying out. "Count them off, Laura." "That is one, Master." she replied, thankful to have something to focus her mind on other than the next blow. "CRAAAACK… CRAAAAACK" the leather strips stung her soft skin. "That is three, Master, " Laura tried to keep her voice from quivering. Taking unexpected pleasure in her discomfort, John raised his arm a bit higher, then whipped her cruelly, turning her creamy skin bright red. CRAAAAACK… CRAAAACK… CRAAACK.. CRAAAAACK" "Seven, Master" she cried out, making no attempt to hide the fact she was in pain. Granted, it wasn't excruciating by any means, but her behind was definitely on fire. "Then let's make it a nice even number, my pet," John leaned over to whisper in her ear. Laura whimpered as he straightened up and completed her punishment, his cock stirring in his pants.. "CRAAAAACK….. CRAAAAACK….. CRAAAAAACK." "Ten, Sir" she croaked out, on the verge of tears. "Stay there, don't move a muscle," John ordered as he walked quickly to the bathroom and rummaged through the storage cabinet there. Retrieving the aloe gel, he returned to her in short order and began rubbing the soothing coolness onto her fiery skin. He spoke to her as he rubbed, calming her and praising her for taking her punishment so bravely. The fact that her pussy was glistening wetly through her pubic hair was not lost on him, but he carefully avoided touching her sex. Once his ministrations were complete, John aided her down from the desk and held her tenderly, stroking her back. "You won't forget about your skirt again, will you?" She smiled up at him, "I certainly hope not, Sir. Unless I feel the need for some punishment, of course, so I won't make any promises." He laughed at her brazenness and quick recovery and the two settled around his desk, Laura sitting down a bit gently and still wearing the clamps. They both were suddenly ravenous and enjoyed their lunch immensely, chatting about the new client and other upcoming projects. As she cleared away the remains of their food, John noticed the aloe gel bottle still sitting there. Recalling his original purpose in purchasing it, he chuckled and thought no time like the present. Once the desk was wiped clean, he took Laura by the hand and seated her on it. Carefully removing the clamps, she moaned loudly as the blood rushed back into her now aching nipples. "We can't leave these on too long, pet. Or it is even worse than that." "Sir..may I ask how you knew that?" He laughed, a bit embarrassed to answer. "This weekend, while I was bored, I did some research online. I'm as new as you are to this, you know." She shook her head, "I would never have believed that, Sir." John motioned for her to stay there and went once more to the bathroom, gathering up the supplies he needed. Laura's eyes widened but she remained silent as he returned with some towels over his arm, a large bowl of hot water in one hand and the razor in the other. "Lie back on the desk, Laura…. Scoot back just a bit." He stepped up between her legs and bunched her skirt up around her waist. Motioning for her to raise her hips up, he slid a thick towel under her and then slapped the tender inside of her thigh. "Open wide, little slut… you need to be groomed to suit your Master." Laura closed her eyes, embarrassed, yet completely aroused. Biting her lower lip as she lay there exposed, she held back a moan as John began spreading the aloe gel over her mound and swollen pussy lips. His thumb brushed against her clit and she almost screamed. Dipping the razor in the warm water, he shook it off and began to work. Pulling the skin taut with one hand, he began taking long smooth strokes with the razor. Leaning in close as he cautiously shaved such a delicate area, she felt his warm breath and knew she was getting wetter and wetter. She risked a peek at his face and was startled by the objectivity with which he was regarding her sex. Totally absorbed in his task, John frowned as his fingers slipped in her slickness and he pinched one of her outer lips between his fingers to pull it open while he used his thumb to clean some loose hair from her slit. "Pull your knees up to your chest, Laura, " he said as matter-of-factly as if he were dictating a letter, "then let them fall open a bit." As she obeyed, she felt her cunt open completely to his sight. John nodded, satisfied, as he now had easy access to every crevice and crease, from her clit to her anus. Again and again, the razor stroked until she was totally hairless and baby smooth. He took a soft washcloth and cleaned her thoroughly, patted her dry, and then rubbed a little more of the gel in to avoid any irritation. When Laura started to lower her knees, he stopped her with a smart flat handed slap to her throbbing cunt. "Stay in position until I tell you to move." "Yes, Sir, I'm sorry, Sir. I just feel soooo " her voice trailed off. "I can see how you feel, " he laughed as he lightly stroked the soft pink flesh he had just exposed and slid a fingertip up and down her lips. Pressing his now slick finger against her tight puckered asshole, he asked, "Have you ever been fucked here, my sweet slut?" "NNNnnnooo, Sir, " she stuttered. He continued to rub in a soft circular motion, pressing but not attempting to enter, as he grinned at her. "I don't think you will remain a virgin there long, love. Just this simple act is making your greedy little cunt sloppy wet. Now… take a deep breath, and let it out slowly." As she did so, her body relaxed just a bit and the tip of John's finger slipped inside. He held it there, feeing the muscle squeeze and contract, attempting to adjust to the intrusion. When it appeared to him that she was tolerating it more easily, he began stroking her clit, but allowed her that pleasure only for a moment before stopping. Her body arched up in protest, seeking more contact but the movement only pushed his finger in deeper, causing her to flinch in pain. Immediately, John began rubbing her little nub again and once more the pleasure outweighed the discomfort. They continued on in this fashion until his middle finger was completely buried in her ass. "So hot and tight, " John murmured as he once more left her on the edge of orgasm. "I can't wait to slide my cock in there, Laura. But that won't happen until you beg me for it and we'll save that for another day." He eased his finger out and she gasped at the sudden empty feeling within. Washing and drying his hands, he smiled at her and said, "You can get up now, pet. We have work to do. Oh…and by the way, you are not allowed to cum today. Part two of your punishment." Laura slid off the desk and motioned to her clothing questioningly. "May I, Sir?" "Yes, love. Get dressed and we'll take care of the OTHER business of the day."