29 comments/ 160787 views/ 80 favorites Spanked to Submission: A Novella By: silkstockingslover Spanked to Submission: A Novella Summary: A white boss is dommed by her 18-year-old black female employee. Thanks 1: To the real Annie-girl who inspired this long tale. (Her draft Temp Takes Over was the inspiration for this story) Thanks 2: To all my friends who read this story and gave suggestions (Julia, Julie, Danielle, and Anne.) Thanks 3: To my brilliant editors who catch my mistakes (Steve B for his suggestions and Estragon for his copy editing) * NOTE 1: Of course, all participants are 18 years of age and older. NOTE 2: This story is long and builds at a much slower pace than most my other stories. If you are looking for quick sex this is not for you. This is much more a story of one woman's journey from a normal overworked woman, who suppresses her sexual needs, to one who submits entirely, although not without much inner struggle, to her Mistress. NOTE 3: Although in the BDSM category for obvious reasons, this story is strictly a LESBIAN fantasy and strictly a black dome/white sub story. A fantasy that is not as far from the truth as one may think... NOTE 4: Also, if spanking, humiliation, anal sex, younger-older domination, sex with food, or interracial dominance offends you, please don't read any further. NOTE 5: Lastly, This is a story for the National Nude Day Competition. SPANKED TO SUBMISSION PROLOGUE: Like all good stories, I should start at the beginning. I was a rather flat-chested teenager who was ignored or teased by the boys most of my high school life. I was a nerd of sorts and since the boys showed little interest in me, I focused on my grades, the only thing in my life I got recognition for. This determination to be the best academically paid off as I got a scholarship to a good college. It also set up a pattern where I always strived to be the best at everything I did. When, in college, a boy really showed an interest in me, I fell in love rather quickly and after graduating college with distinction, I married my long term boyfriend, the only man I had ever slept with. I agreed to go wherever his job took us, turning down many very good job offers in the process. We ended up living in Boston, and my career began to thrive, while his didn't. After a couple of years, a great opportunity came up for him in New York, and being the faithful, loyal wife I was, I quit my successful job and followed. Unfortunately, he eventually lost his job; while I was getting promoted at the firm I am in now. He couldn't handle my success, feeling it was the man's duty to be the breadwinner of the household. He began drinking and becoming verbally abusive towards me. He accused me of 'sleeping my way to the top'. The absurd accusations and his increased reliance on liquor led to our divorce. I spent the next few years focusing on my job, determined to indeed reach the top, but not by sleeping my way there, but by being the best. Relationships were nonexistent, as I focused on making partner at the firm. At age 29, all my determination and hard work paid off and I was made partner. During this whole rise to the top, I had one assistant that was indispensable, Jane. She was an incredibly loyal, hardworking and dedicated assistant, whom I relied upon heavily. She knew what her role was and we worked more as a team than in the usual boss-assistant scenario. Work with Jane was a comfortable routine; we were a well-oiled machine, until Jane became pregnant. She desperately wanted children and at 35 her biological clock was ticking. Of course, I supported her decision as a friend, but as a boss this was terrible news. She announced she was pregnant right in the middle of a new campaign we were putting together for a very large and potential very valuable new client. To make matters worse, for both her and me, Jane had complications and had to go on maternity leave early, before we had finished our proposal for this new company. It was the beginning of the summer and Human Resources had the audacity to tell me they had hired a girl who was still in college. She would be with us all summer. I couldn't believe they would even consider giving me a college student, never mind one who had not even graduated yet. I was furious, but my ranting and raving was to no avail. The only thing I knew was that she was to start the next morning, and that her name was Audree, spelt with two 'e's' for Pete's sake. I cursed my ill-luck and prepared for the inconvenience of training a raw rookie during this very critical time. 1. NEW ASSISTANT I know I have high expectations as a boss. I strive to always be the best. I expect the same from my employees. My work day starts early in the morning, around 6:30 a.m., and I leave about the same time in the evening, except when I have to lead presentations or entertain clients. Jane knew my routine and was always at work by 7:30, with my coffee and bagel. So when the HR manager, Louise, strolled in at 8:30 with my new assistant Audree, I was elbow deep in paper work. Louise, with her usual big fake smile, introduced me to Audree. I looked up, annoyed to be distracted from my work, to see my new temporary assistant for the first time. I was taken aback by how beautiful this young woman was. I was also taken aback by how young she was. She looked like she could be a freshman in high school, not a college graduate. Still assessing my new assistant, I took a lengthy look at her attire. Although not even lesbian curious, the first thing I noticed about her was her gigantic breasts. Each curve was clearly visible, based on the tight sweater she was wearing. I have always been very self-conscious of my rather small breasts, and she walked in with these seemingly perfect set of tits. It was then that it finally hit me that she was black; I hadn't even noticed, probably because I was so taken with her beauty and commanding presence. Louise was talking, but I didn't hear a word, as I was transfixed on this young black woman. I finally broke out of the spell I seemed to be under and asked Louise to repeat herself. After some generic pleasantries and chit-chat, Louise showed Audree around and explained what the job entailed. I had to believe Louise had it in for me, giving me someone so young and inexperienced when I had such a critical project to work on, not to mention a couple of others in the early stages of development. I tried to get a real assistant one last time, someone out of diapers. Without success, I argued with Louise that Audree looked like she was sixteen. Louise explained that Audree was actually eighteen but had graduated high school at an accelerated rate when she was sixteen and had already finished two years of college. Louise also suggested I was lucky to have her as she was sought after by all the big firms in the city. The girl was a marketing genius and I was supposed to work with her and make her happy so she would sign a pre-packaged job offer when she graduated. It became apparent that I not only had a job to do, I also had to babysit some school girl. I was beyond furious and told Louise that we worked for a major marketing firm and not a babysitting service, but Louise just shrugged and said "This is what upstairs wants; so if you don't like it go talk to them." Knowing that would make no difference, I fired off a few choice curse words and stormed out. But over the next few weeks, Audree proved herself to be a valuable asset as my assistant. I hated to eat crow, but Louise was right. Audree was a brilliant young lady, an incredibly hard worker and had an ability to get along with everyone. One day, as we were getting near to closing that very important deal, things were not going as well as I would have wished. I went off the handle and Audree was the one that took the brunt of my anger, even though it was not her fault. Jane was used to my outbursts and took them in stride, knowing it was how I released stress. But the look on Audree's face was one of complete shock. Although our relationship didn't change instantly, I noticed a small difference in how she treated me. There became a slight chill between us. A short time following my flare-up, our company was awarded the contract, based partly on a great idea of Audree's that seemed to be the final nail in the coffin, so to speak. But as business politics works, I was up for a pretty generous bonus. I usually share a portion with my assistant. Since this time I had two assistants, I had to figure a way to split it up between the two of them. A week later, towards the end of the day, a bottle of champagne was sent down from the CEO of the company. I usually don't drink much, so I invited Audree to help celebrate our success. As we relaxed with the champagne, we talked some about her schooling and different things. I don't know if it was my reaction to the champagne, but I really did notice her intelligence, confidence and composure as she conveyed her past history. I also felt a pang of remorse, recalling how I had blamed her earlier for that incident that was not her fault. This seemed to me a good time to apologize profusely for my actions. Then I told her that she was in line for a bonus. To my total amazement, Audree turned down the bonus and suggested I should give it all to Jane. Then I offered, "If there is anything I can do for you, you just let me know. I will do my best to help you." The offer was sincere, as I figured she would need a good reference for when she went back to school. She was also such a sweet, dedicated, hard-working girl that I knew we would be offering her a generous contract soon. I told her that I was sure that offer would even include paying for her last two years of college if she agreed to sign on with us for at least five years. She gave me a slightly seductive smile, I thought, and responded, "Thank you Ann, I certainly plan to take you up on your offer." 2. THE FIRST CONFRONTATION The first few days of the next week foreshadowed what was to come. The changes in our relationship were so subtle that at the time I didn't notice, but they were there. On Monday she wore an outfit that had a generous v-neck, allowing me to have an ample view of her impressive breasts. On Tuesday she jokingly smacked my ass as she left my office for the day. Wednesday she pointed out that my usual business suit and slacks were rather manly and did nothing to showcase my assets. On Thursday, during a tense moment where we missed a deadline, I snapped at Audree in my usual over-the-top-irrational manner. Much to my surprise, she shot back telling me not to treat her like a child. I was speechless; I was not used to having an employee talk back to me. Before I could react, she stormed out of my office. I spent the next couple of hours moving from angry to upset, realizing that she was right and that I really needed to treat my employees with more respect. I paged her into my office and she walked in with a new demeanour. She was always confident and borderline cocky (that was what I liked about her), but there was something different about her. Her words dripped with coolness as she said, before I could apologize, "I have been thinking about this for a while. I can't have you treating me like that anymore." I began to apologize, but she cut me off, her tone authoritative and her look domineering, "Don't interrupt me." I stopped mid-sentence, stunned by her tone. She waited, her look daring me to speak. When I remained silent, she explained, "As I was saying, I can't have you treating me so disrespectfully. So I have concluded that you need help, and I have a solution to this problem." I looked at her bewildered and slightly annoyed, "And what would that be may I ask?" "I can't work with you anymore, if you continue to berate me. You don't see it, but your little tantrums, always wrongly directed, are damaging your relationships with many at the firm, especially your relationship with me. Is that what you want?" "No," I responded and considered her accusations. I concluded she was right and asked, sincerely, "What do you have in mind?" She approached me at my desk, "Well Ann, when you act like that, it is like you are acting like a little girl, a child, and when little girls act up, they get spanked." My mouth hung open. Out of all the so-called solutions I thought might come out of her mouth, this was not one of them. I stuttered, trying to process this stunning development, "Y-y-you are suggesting you want to spank me?" Audree ignored my question, "Here is how it will work, Annie-girl. Every Friday, at the end of the day, as long as I am here as your assistant, you will be spanked on your bare butt to help you learn how to act like a grown woman. You need to stop your silly tantrums and spewing out names that hurt people, and only thinking of yourself, do you understand, Annie girl?" I sat at my desk, stunned in silence. All I could think of at first was that only my grandmother had ever called me Annie-girl, and I was petrified of her. Before I had time to process her suggestion, she turned and left my office leaving me to contemplate her aggressive and unorthodox solution. As I sat motionless at my desk, I tried to remember the last time I was spanked. Like Audree had implied, it was back when I was a bratty little girl. I tried to collect myself and as I stood up to leave for the day, I felt a tingle in my lower region; a tingle that I seldom had felt since I had divorced my ass of a husband. 3. THE SPANKING After a night of tossing and turning, I ended up sleeping right through my 5:30 alarm. I arrived at work a little later than usual, a little after 7:30. As usual my schedule was full and I didn't have much time to think about the absurdity of yesterday's events. On the train to work, I began to assume that Audree was just playing a joke on me. Even so, I had a nervous nauseous most of the day. After returning from a lunch meeting, my mail was waiting for me on my desk, as usual. At the bottom of the pile was a letter with "ANNIE-GIRL" written on it in big letters. The nervous nausea that had finally begun to settle over lunch, returned with a vengeance. I opened the letter tentatively and realized they were the instructions for later today. The letter read: Dear Annie Girl, Today at 5:30 p.m. you will receive the spanking that you agreed to yesterday; yes, you agreed, because I didn't hear even the slightest hint of protest when I explained my conditioning. These are the instructions I EXPECT you to follow, so as to eliminate any awkwardness that may be present. I will come in and sit on your love seat, you will take off your blouse and approach ME, lower your slacks (unless you are wearing a dress or skirt which I have already hinted is what someone like you should ALWAYS be wearing) to your ankles and then your panties and lay across MY knee and I will proceed to spank your ass. If you are reading this without ME present, you obviously cannot read, so look at the front of the letter (retrieving it from the waste paper basket, I looked and to my horror realized it said "DO NOT OPEN TILL 4:30"). So as a punishment for not waiting, as instructed, a few more spanks will be added to your total. One more VERY important thing, you are to call me MS AUDREE from now on, no matter where we are or who else is around you will address me as MS AUDREE; when your door is closed it will be clear that I am the SUPERIOR to you and you should address ME properly. The slightest sign of disobedience will result in harsh punishments. Ms. Audree I looked at the clock and realized it was only a little after 1 P.M., hours away from my so-called discipline. I wanted to confront Audree now, but I knew she was gone all day doing research for another upcoming advertising campaign. I sat back on my chair and worried: was this really happening? I was her superior. There was no way she should be treating me differently. My anger built up and while working with an ad campaign artist, Adam, my frustration boiled over and I lambasted him for his slowness at finishing the poser campaign for the client we had just won a contract for. In truth, it was not his fault, and his work was the best we had, but he ended up being the object of my anger over Audree's ridiculous attempt at power. I stormed out of the meeting like a five year old, and returned to my office. My anger turned to shame, and then to remorse. I shuddered in embarrassment over the fact that I could not control my anger. Most Friday afternoons are slow, so we have most of our staff work only every other Friday (we work long days and giving our staff a long weekend every second week is great for morale; we, of course, stagger the staff so we still have half our employees working and available). This Friday was no different, and with no real crisis to work on, I had even more time to consider the whole Audree situation. I thought about firing her, but what would be my justification? She was an amazing worker, and well liked by everyone at the firm. I could give her the 'I-am-the-boss' speech and make a clear line between boss and employee. I eventually decided I would attempt to have a serious and calm conversation with her in which I apologized for my disrespectful outbursts. Content with my plan, I worked on another upcoming campaign as the clock continued to tick. At 4:25, Audree came into my office, dressed for the first time ever in slacks and a blouse, dressed like me. She extended her hand, "Let's see the letter". I retrieved the letter and handed it to her. I had read it a thousand times already. As soon as she saw it was out of its envelope a big smile grew on her face. With a I- knew-it attitude, she purred, "Just couldn't wait, could you Annie girl?" Her facial expression and tone was a mixture of dominance and amusement. "You know what that means then don't you, Annie-girl?" Ignoring the question, I tried to reason with her, as I had practised all afternoon, "Audree." "It is Ms. Audree," she corrected me, again her tone condescending. Deciding the name thing was not the fight worth fighting, I obliged her request, as I attempted to rationalize the situation, "Ms. Audree, I am really sorry about my immature over reaction the other day. It won't happen again." "You bet it won't," she responded. I continued, "But I am the boss and...." I was interrupted a second time by my temporary assistant. Her tone was now like that of a teacher speaking to a kindergarten child, "Didn't you blast Adam just a couple of hours ago?" "Yes," I answered, ashamed, feeling the power shift beginning to occur. I attempted to defend myself, "But, I already said I won't let it happen again." She laughed cynically, "Trust me, Annie. I know your behaviour will improve. I am going to make damn sure of it. So how many spanks should your punishment be?" she pondered. I instantly wondered how many she originally had in mind. I went from aggressive to defensive as I said, "Audree, but I didn't...." She raised her voice, her eyes on fire, "If you call me Audree one more time, I will double your punishment." Desperate not to anger her any more, I again attempted to reason with her, "Ms. Audree, I didn't even see 'open after 4:30' until after I had read the letter." She shrugged her shoulders and said flippantly, "You didn't follow a direct instruction. What kind of person would I be if I let such clear disregard for orders be ignored?" I remained silent and powerless to this young black girl. Audree confidently walked to the door, announcing as she left, "I will see you in a little while, to deal with your discipline and training. I expect no more of this silly back-talk." Before I had a chance to respond, she gave a smug laugh and walked out the door. Spanked to Submission: A Novella I sat flabbergasted. That did not go at all as I planned. I contemplated leaving early, but my fear of encountering her full wrath scared me. That hour was the longest hour in my life, waiting for what was coming next and desperately trying to find a way out of this situation. At 5:33, three minutes late, Audree walked in. Without a saying a word, she sat on my love seat. I sat behind my desk, too scared to move. We looked at each other, a battle of wills of sorts. Audree waited patiently for me. I stood my ground at first, wondering if this was all still just an elaborate prank. If it was, Audree was a great actress. Her facial expression did not change while she waited for me to break. I was a bundle of nerves, riddled with anxiety, but I attempted to present myself as calm and collected. All my old insecurities came flooding back and I was no longer the confident successful boss, but rather the shy, geeky insecure teenager I used to be. Audree finally broke the awkward silence. She instructed, still speaking to me as if I was a child, "Okay Annie-girl, enough stalling, I don't have all night. You know what you have to do, or are you going to try and back out and act more like a child?" Those words stung, they angered me, because I based my reputation on always being true to my word. So although I didn't want to, I stood up and walked confidently to Audree, trying to hide my insecurities. As I took each step, my mind yelled at me to run, but , I felt like I had to do this. I stepped next to Audree, and waited. She sighed, "Do I really have to repeat your orders, Annie-girl?" I stuttered "N-n-no," not wanting to upset her and I unbuttoned my vest. Once discarded, I began to unbuttoned my blouse, my fingers visibly shaking. Her impatience was ice cold, "Hurry it up Annie-girl. Do you need help undressing?" I didn't think I could be more embarrassed, but such words upped my humiliation. I slid my blouse off my shoulders and revealed my padded bra, which brought a smirk to Audree's face. I looked down, avoiding eye contact, and got a good look at her ampler cleavage; her young firm breasts were so much larger than my 34b's. My mind numb, I undid my belt, my slacks button, lowered the zipper and slid my slacks down to my ankles. My humiliation burned. I stood helplessly in front of this young black girl. Revealing my underwear, Audree laughed out loud, and through muffled chuckles criticized, "Honey, those panties look like your grandmothers'. A woman your age should be wearing something a whole lot sexier than that or nothing at all". A disturbing chill of fear went up my spine when she compared me to my grandmother. Now came the moment of truth. I hadn't been naked in front of anyone since before I was divorced, and that was almost five years ago. My insecurities overwhelmed me. In the looks department, I feel I am rather average. I used to wear more make-up, but I had been able to ignore my sexual insecurities with my work. I slid my fingers into the waistband of my panties and lowered them to my ankles, as instructed. I now felt completely vulnerable in front of my temporary assistant. She eyed my breasts, still in their padded bra, before her eyes moved towards my uncovered vagina. She then said obnoxiously clearly grossed out, "Are you kidding me?" I wondered what part of my body she was being critical about. I was desperate to get this over with; I just wanted to get across her knee as quickly as possible. She added, "Have you ever heard of trimming or shaving? You have the hairiest cunt I ever seen!" I stood still, my cheeks radiating red in shame. I used to trim my pussy when I was married, but had quit looking after it since I quit having sex. Just when I thought the worst of the humiliation was over, it got even worse. The young girl ordered, her tone dripped with disgust, "Give me your blouse to lie across my knees. I don't want that hairy thing touching any of my clothes." Just wanting to get this over with, I handed her my blouse and watched her lay it across her legs. She snapped her fingers like I was her maid, her servant. Understanding what she was requesting, I awkwardly positioned myself on top of her knees. I thought not having to look at her and her not able to see my face would make it easier, but I quickly realized what a compromising position I was in. I was powerless in every sense of the word. So alien to the usual power I had at work. I was the boss, I was always in control. She pinched me a couple of times and again criticized my body, "Looks like Annie-girl needs to lose a few pounds, doesn't she?" I meekly gave her the answer she wanted to hear, "Yes." "Yes, what?" she asked, obviously aggravated. "Yes, Ms. Audree." "That's better, Annie-girl," she cooed. She gently rubbed my ass with her soft hands; her hand occasionally moving ever so close to my vagina, which much to my mortification was getting wet. After a minute or two of silence and gentle teasing, she explained, "Here is how it is going to go. Originally I was going to give you 15 swats with the bare hand on each cheek, but since you opened the letter early, I am adding 5 to each cheek. So how many swats are you going to receive, Annie girl?" she asked. "Twenty on each cheek, Ms. Audree" I answered, completely embarrassed. "How many do you deserve?" she questioned, testing me. "Twenty, Ms. Audree," I responded. "Why twenty?" "Because I disobeyed, Ms. Audree," I answered, desperately wanting to get this over with, desperately wanting to regain control. Ms. Audree spanked my bare ass with her hand; the first one hit me hard, the sound of the smack echoed in my office and I let out a pretty loud cry. Audree recommended, "You may want to keep it down, unless you want the cleaning crew to come in and see you in this position." Desperately afraid that she was right, I concentrated on being quiet as I took my punishment; 39 more to go. I bit my lip and tried to keep quiet, while she continued to spank me. She took her time, letting the aftermath of each slap linger. It seemed that just as I partially recovered from her most recent blow, she would come down with another. Her spanks were also very thorough. She went from the top of my butt to the top of my thighs. After five hits on each cheek, I was crying. By ten I was bawling uncontrollably. I pleaded with her to stop, "Please Ms Audree, I will never misbehave again." "If you give even one more hint at disobedience, I will double your punishment, understand Annie-girl?" There was no way I could take fifty more, I didn't even know how I would do twenty. It seemed impossible. I whimpered, "Yes, Ms. Audree." "Ask for your punishment, Annie girl," she commanded. Against every logical fibre of my being, I begged, "Please Ms. Audree, spank my fat white ass." My own words of self-criticism seemed to work as I felt the hard crack of her palm on my ass. I lost count, tears dropping down my face, the constant burning pain searing my ass cheeks. When she quit, I waited silently, unsure if she was done, praying she wasn't teasing me with more. She rubbed my butt for a couple of minutes; the gently caressing was such a change from the earlier assault. Suddenly and roughly she pushed me off her lap and I tumbled to the ground. I felt like I was being discarded. Audree stood up, "Annie-girl, you did pretty well for the first time, now clean yourself up. I will see you on Monday." I was left alone in my office crying, slacks and panties at my ankles, and my blouse all wrinkled after lying on it for over twenty minutes. I tried to pull myself together, but as I started to dress, I couldn't stop crying. It was like something had gone off inside of me and the faucet was broken. I thought back and tried to remember the last time I had cried, and realized it had been many, many years. Finally, around 6:30, I was all cried out. I straightened my clothes out and oddly felt pretty good. I can't explain it, but all the tears had seemed to cleanse me. I felt like my mind was clear, clearer than it had been in a very long time. I almost forgot about my spanking and the complete humiliation I had just endured, until I sat down in the seat on the train home. The burn in my ass returned with a vengeance as I sat. I immediately stood up from the pain. I was desperate to get home and soak my ass. At home that night I had a long, long bubble bath, drank a full bottle of wine, and read a book, as I tried to erase the memories of earlier today. Oddly, Friday night I slept like a baby, and awoke on Saturday feeling so alive! The day flew by and, as I lay in bed that night, yesterday's happenings flooded back. My ass no longer hurt, but I pondered how I would deal with Audree on Monday. As I reflected something strange started happening to me; I was getting horny. I couldn't control it as flashes of submitting to Audree danced around my head. I imagined seeing her big breasts, touching them, licking them. My breathing got deeper and my hand intuitively went to my vagina, or as Ms. Audree called it, the hairiest cunt she had ever seen. I began to play with myself, but instead of thinking of a nice hard cock pounding me, my thoughts were of me lying over Audree's lap as she spanked my ass. Before I knew it, I was coming like a mad woman, an intense, toe-curling orgasm that I hadn't felt in a long, long time. I passed out or fell into a deep sleep, only to awake late on Sunday morning. After waking and thinking about last night, I realized I had to get control of myself, I don't act like this; I need to regain my life. The first thing tomorrow I would talk to Audree and tell her that Friday was a one time thing and it would not happen again. I would make clear that our relationship was strictly a working relationship: I was the boss and she was the assistant. I kept myself busy cleaning, which was my Sunday routine and tried not to think about it anymore. I talked on the phone with my mother; I watched the Amazing Race, wishing I could just leave and travel to any of the exotic places the contestants went to. I did well at completely ignoring that tiny voice in my head until I got in bed again. It took all my will power, every last ounce of common sense, to restrain myself from allowing those feelings from last night to creep back inside me. I fought them off, barely, and avoided touching my eager cunt. Unfortunately, the resistance had a cost. I didn't sleep well at all. 4. IT'S NOT OVER I got up Monday morning, still with a determined resolve to confront Audree of my decision, even though my pussy was telling me otherwise. I kept repeating the mantra 'mind over matter' in my head. I was incredibly nervous about standing up to Audree, in the same way I used to be too shy to talk to a boy I liked. I hated rejection, in love and work, and was worried about how she would react to my newfound confidence. I got to work and found a note from Audree, "I will be in about 10. Your schedule for the day is under this note. Ms Audree". I particularly noted how she signed her name, Ms. Audree. She had no intention of backing down. This note was on my desk in plain view and could have been seen by other firm members if they had happened to come into my office. That said, the note didn't really say anything extraordinary. I was waiting for a time during the day to talk, but my schedule didn't allow it. We crossed paths a few times throughout the day, but never long enough or private enough to have the conversation I needed to have with her. It was after 5:00 when Audree came into my office. She strolled up to my desk, standing above me and looked down at me, the marketing rule of power in her hands, and asked bluntly, "Well Annie-girl did you get that hairy cunt of yours shaved yet?" All day my fortitude to end this was strong and focused, yet right there with one well-worded and authoritative question, all my resolve to confront her and tell her this silly charade was over, drained from me. Instead of confidently telling her I was in charge, all I could do was lower my head, avoiding eye contact, and answer in quiet shame, "No, Ms. Audree." "Why?" she asked, her tone implying I had disobeyed her. "Sorry, Ms. Audree, but you told me I had a hairy vagina," I began. "Cunt," she corrected me, "You have a hairy cunt. Vagina is what a twelve year old calls it." "Sorry, Ms. Audree," I quickly apologized and then reworded, "You told me I had a hairy cunt. I didn't realize that meant I was supposed to shave it." "You really are like a child, Annie-girl. You have tantrums like a little girl, you dress like a little girl and apparently you listen like a little girl." I tried to protest, but she kept on talking. "So clearly I have to tell you exactly what you are to do. All I remember saying was that Annie-girl should shave that hairy disgusting cunt of hers. I didn't say when, all I know is that when I tell you to do something it should be done as soon as possible unless I say otherwise, is that clear?" Not looking up, I whispered, "Yes, Ms. Audree." "And stop pouting like a five year old. I expect you to look me in the eye when I am talking to you. Understand?" she instructed. As she was speaking, I began to feel myself getting sexually aroused; I frantically tried to tell my body no, no, no. Why was this happening? I sheepishly looked up into her eyes and she into mine. It felt like she could see right through me, past the powerful facade I presented at work, to the insecure girl I have always been deep down. I responded, as expected, "Yes, Ms. Audree". Leaning on my desk, her lips so close to me that I could smell her minty breath, "I didn't think you would do it, so I made you an appointment for you to see a friend of mine. She will give you a trim and shave, maybe even a Brazilian. What do you think of that, Annie-girl?" "I have never had one, Ms Audree," I answered, very nervous to have a complete stranger seeing my inadequacies up close. "Oh, that is obvious. But don't worry Annie-girl, she is very good at what she does," she reassured me, before adding with a slight smirk, "So it should be relatively painless Annie-girl." Each time Audree called me Annie-girl, a small piece of my defensive shell withered away. I can't explain it, but hearing the name Annie-girl had me feeling like a little girl who should just do as she is told. The control she had over me seemed to be getting stronger even though I could not even begin to explain why I was letting this happen to me. But instead of even attempting to reason with this young black assistant, I asked, "Ms. Audree, what time is the appointment?" "It is at 4:30 tomorrow afternoon, Annie-girl. It is already on your schedule." I couldn't even believe the words I spoke next, "Thank you, Ms. Audree." This seemed to please her. Her tone softened, "Now let's see if you are a good girl. What other concern have you disobeyed of mine?" A chill of urgency and panic filled me as I tried to figure out what was the correct answer. I can't believe how important it became to me to please her. The answer popped into my head as I said, "You want me to dress better, Ms. Audree." "Good girl, Annie-girl, you just may get in my good books yet," she said. She patted me on the head, like I was a puppy, "Well I have to run, you have yourself a good evening Annie-girl; and no playing with that hairy cunt. Brenda will be able to tell if you have so you best obey like a good girl and leave it alone for a night." She turned and left my office, and I was left there yet again trying to puzzle together how this sexual debauchery transpired. Where did it go wrong? Why didn't I stand up for myself? Actually, why didn't I stand up at all? I was going to tell Audree it was over and instead I had apparently agreed to have someone I didn't know shave my pussy. I decided I would have to talk with her tomorrow and let her know in no uncertain terms that this had to end. Feeling confident that I had some of my will back, I packed my things and left for the day. Although I was convinced there was no way Audree's friend could tell if I had an orgasm, I ignored my pussy that was begging for special attention. Maybe because I didn't pleasure myself and get the sexual release I desperately needed, or maybe because I still couldn't figure out why I had again not stood up to a young nobody assistant, I suffered through another night of tossing and turning. No matter how I tried, I was unable to get the thought of how I would or if I could confront Ms. Audree tomorrow; that was when I realized how deep I was falling, as I noticed even in my thoughts, alone in my bed in seclusion, I was referring to my young, black, 18-year-old assistant, as Ms. Audree. 5. SHAVED AND... I arrived at work, as usual earlier than anyone else, hoping to have time to get prepared for my conversation with Audree and to confront her in the morning before the work day really started. This would be the perfect opportunity to end this humiliating situation before it escalated any more. In an attempt to regain my power position and confront Audree, I was dressed as I normally do; gray pinstriped business suit with vest and matching slacks; I felt very confident wearing this. Unfortunately and frustratingly, she didn't show up to work on time. I tried to work, but got very little done as I waited for Audree. Just when I began to wonder why she was late, she was never late, I noticed that I had a message on my voice mail. "Annie-girl, I am not going to be coming into work today, your schedule is all laid out on my desk, and oh don't forget about your 4:30 appointment today; you will be very, very sorry if you cancel it. I have arranged for a cab to pick you up at about 4:15. Have a wonderful day." I cursed to myself; I had planned to cancel the appointment, but I didn't even know which salon she had me booked at. The day was totally messed up; I was on the phone all day long and never got any of my actual work done. I was finding out how much Audree deflected these calls and how without her my day was not even remotely productive. At 4 o'clock I was ready to get out of the office, a nervous wreck from all the annoying phone calls and redundant babble, even if it meant keeping my 4:30 appointment. The cab, as organized by Ms. Audree, was waiting in front of the office building. During the ride, I started to get the nervous butterflies. I thought about what was going to happen to me or what I was going to allow to happen to me. The drive took an excruciating twenty minutes and brought me to some unknown slum part of town, just past some of the new subdivisions to a desolate old building. The cab stopped and let me out. He explained, with an odd smile on his face, "Ms. Audree has already paid me to wait until you are done. So I will be out here waiting." "OK," I said, tentatively as I looked at the door to this dilapidated building. I approached the door, paused, took a deep breath, and entered. I walked in and was greeted by an older black woman dressed in light blue medical clothes. She snapped at me, "So you must be Annie-girl. You are late, and Brenda hates it when her appointments are late." Here I was, scared out of my wits, and some stranger who is supposed to wax my pussy is pissed because I am late. My annoyance and anger bubbled over and I snapped at the bitchy older woman, "Just tell Brenda I am here." The older woman gave me a look of contempt, "Follow me, princess." I held my anger in check as I was led into a room down the hall. I was told to remove my clothes and asked if I would like some herbal tea; which she suggested would help me relax. I agreed that some tea would be very nice and hoped it would release the tension and stress my whole body currently felt. She closed the door and left. I stood there for a couple of minutes trying to find a way out of this awkward situation. Seeing none, I began to undress. From the walls, I began to hear soothing music, which instantly relaxed me as I finished taking off my clothes. I stood in my panties and bra when the older woman returned with my tea. She looked me over thoroughly before suggesting I should undress all the way, otherwise I would only anger Brenda even more. After she shut the door, I sipped the tea and finished undressing. Standing naked in the strange room was incomprehensible. How had I come to this moment? Spanked to Submission: A Novella I surveyed the room and observed that it was painted in a soothing sunset orange. The room had a table, a couple of chairs and a few contraptions whose purposes I couldn't begin to imagine. My tranquility was broken when Brenda suddenly stepped through the door, greatly startling me. I used my left arm to cover my small breasts and I used my right hand to cover my naked hairy vagina. I let out a shocked gasp as I looked at this woman that Audree had sent me to. The black woman's arms were covered in tattoos. She wore a black and white bandana, a short schoolgirl plaid skirt, fishnet stockings, black ankle boots, and a strange white see-through blouse with no sleeves. I could see that both nipples were pierced. I had never been so intimidated or scared in my life. To make things worse, I was starting to feel a little buzz from the tea, making me a little light headed. She looked me over and asked, "Well honey, what are we doing with you today?" I looked her in the eye, which I couldn't hold for long before I submissively looked down, "I am here to get," I pointed to my vagina, "to get this waxed." She laughed and said, "You are here to get your pussy, cunt, twat, waxed?" "Yes, ma'am," I answered. "Ma'am," she responded, roaring in laughter, "I don't think I have ever been called ma'am. Audree has really found a keeper with you." My head stayed down. I wondered how many others Audree had brought here. Was I just some sort of experiment or game to Audree? My fury began to resurface. I decided this was ridiculous and got up to get dressed and leave. It was time to reclaim my dignity. I said politely, "I'm sorry Brenda, there has been some mistake. I need to go now." She didn't speak at first as she seemed to be assessing my seriousness. My brief moment of confidence withered away as the shy insecure schoolgirl in me returned. "I don't think so. Your Mistress has sent me very clear instructions. You don't want to upset her, do you Annie-girl?" My mouth dropped open as I looked at her stunned. The word Mistress had never even remotely been on my radar. As I attempted to wrap my head around the word, Brenda asked, this time her tone impatient and powerful, "Should I call your Mistress right now, Annie-girl?" My head jolted up, my eyes full of fear, "No, ma'am." "Good, I didn't think so," she said, her tone jubilant, knowing she had won. "Now just so you know, you are scheduled to get the works: pedicure, manicure, and waxing." She moved closer, "Move your hand away from your cunt so I can take a look at just how hairy that cunt of yours is. Audree said it was a complete fucking disgrace." Blushing all the way down to my chest, I moved my hand; she let out a hysterical chuckle and shook her head. I stood there even more humiliated. She confirmed Audree's assessment, "Holy shit girl, I don't know if I have ever seen such a hairy twat in my life and I do this for a living." The burn of humiliation continued, "Can we just get this over with?" "No problem," she responded, and called in Zelda, the older woman. They started on my feet and did my nails as I kept drinking their unique tea blend; I was feeling decadent and rich. I had never been pampered like this. They were so gentle, massaging my feet and legs. I ended up in a dreamlike state, fading into semi- consciousness because of the mixture of the soft touch, the music and the tea. By the time they got to my waxing, they asked me a couple of questions to which I said yes, and they began waxing. They did my legs and although each strip they pulled off me was uncomfortable, it wasn't as painful as I thought it would be. They asked me to roll onto my belly and they did the back of my legs and, much to my surprise, my ass. The treatment continued with my armpits and lastly my vagina. I heard a click and saw a flash and realized they were taking pictures of me. I quickly covered my pussy and breasts until Brenda roared, "Don't you dare fucking move!" "But," I began, before being interrupted. "I am taking pictures of your pussy only; no one will know it is you. I just need evidence for when I tell others about this white trash girl with the hairy cunt who had a young black Mistress." I should have been angry, yet the tea had me relaxed. Defeated and humiliated, I did as I was told. They spent a few minutes with scissors cutting the longer hairs until they finally were ready for what I heard Brenda say was called the Brazilian. By this time, my whole body was numb from the strange tea, and I watched, detached and distracted, as the hair from my vagina disappeared. Each yank of hair caused a charge of pain to sear through me, but it was quickly replaced with an odd numb feeling. Eventually they were done and I was as hairless as a newborn baby. My legs, butt, armpits and vagina all had a slight burn. Brenda announced, "We're done Annie-girl, you may get dressed." As soon as I stood up from the table I had spent two hours on, the burn of my body, especially my vagina, increased. I reached for my panties and Brenda grabbed them away from me. I looked at her, confused, the tea still leaving me in a bit of a tipsy state. She instructed me strongly, "You will not wear panties for the next few days or it will cause a rash. Plus, I imagine that Mistress Audree wouldn't want her slut wearing panties anyway." "Excuse me?" "You heard me," she said assertively. "Actually, I can't believe she allows you to wear pants. Good sluts wear skirts or dresses so their Mistress has easier and quicker access to their slave's pussy and ass." I looked at her, disorientated and ashamed at being called a slut and a slave. I was nobody's slave. My anger began to boil again, but wanting to get out of there I reached for my slacks and put them on. The burn returned with the rubbing of the fabric against my legs. I finished getting dressed and watched silently as Brenda said, "I think I will keep these as a souvenir of the white slave with the hairy pussy." Embarrassed and just wanting to get out of there, I let her keep my panties and handed her my credit card. She waved it away, "Mistress Audree already paid for it." Silently, I grabbed my purse and got out of the horrible room, with the horrible people. Happily, the cab was waiting for me outside. As I sat in the cab, there was a knock on the window. The old woman was there with a bag. She handed it to me and said, "This will help with the burning. Be sure to coat your cunt often." I took it and mumbled a thank you, humiliated, never making eye contact with her. During the ride home, I tried not to think of the horrors that awaited me, but oddly as I tried not to think of it, my bare pussy began to have the warm feeling again. What was the matter with me, I thought to myself. I got home and took a long bubble bath to help ease the burning sensations that were now very prevalent. My body, my mind and my spirit were way past exhaustion, so I got ready for bed. As I lay in bed, another humiliating day having came to an end, I sighed heavily as the words Mistress, slut and slave tossed in my head. 6. LOTIONED UP The next day I woke up late, and oddly rejuvenated, yet sore, a fire burning between my legs. I remembered the bag I received and opened it. It was lotion. I looked at the clock and realized I was running really late. Feeling I didn't have time to put it on then, I put it in my purse. Not being able to wear panties, I decided on a long skirt and thigh highs stockings because pantyhose would have rubbed on my pussy and ass. I felt slightly sexy in stockings and newly shaved, and rushed to work feeling strangely good. It was after eight, way later than I ever got to work, and I began feeling stressed about arriving so late, especially since I left work early yesterday. Upon arriving, Audree was already there and followed me into my office and locked my door. An opportunity to end this was finally at hand. I turned around to speak to my assistant, but her confident smirk as her eyes met mine weakened my resilience. A sense of submission instead rushed through me. "So, Annie-girl, did you get your big girl cunt shaved like you were supposed to?" she asked bluntly. My face burned with a now familiar humiliation and my embarrassment pulsed through me. I felt my pussy burn at the same time, but not in pain. Instead of standing up for myself, as I should have done, I answered her question like a good slave should, "Yes, Ms. Audree, I did as I was ordered." Why did I use that word? It just makes me sound even more like a little child. Audree followed me around my desk and stood next to me, and then patted the top of the desk. I looked at her, unsure of her intentions or expectations. Patting the desk again, she demanded, "Jump up here and show me, I want to see your big girl cunt." I hesitated a little; the building was full of employees, unlike our late Friday meeting. She said sternly, "Come Annie-girl, don't be shy. I just want to see Brenda's handy work and make sure you did as you were told." I looked back at the door. Reading my mind, Audree reassured me, "Yes Annie-girl, the door is locked. I will be the only one to see your naked cunt." Wanting to get this over with, I jumped up onto my desk and started to spread my legs some. But I was wearing a pencil skirt and quickly realized this was not going to work. I looked at her, and she asked, "Is there a problem, Annie-girl?" "I can't open my legs wide enough, Ms. Audree." "Well, there is a lesson here, isn't there? You should always wear skirts or dresses that I can get to easily." I looked at her, unsure what to do next. "So I guess you will have to take your skirt off, won't you, Annie-girl?" This was dangerous. What if someone knocked at my door while I was half naked? I pleaded with her to reconsider her order. She just continued to look at me expectantly. Resignedly, I hopped down, unzipped the side of my skirt and removed it. Oddly, I was way less shy and nervous. I finished and hopped back up on my desk. While I obeyed another command, Ms. Audree sat in my chair, at my desk, and slid up to where my knees were locked together. I could literally feel the power shift in my office; I went from boss to servant. She brought her hands to my knees and put a little pressure on them. She said, approvingly for once, "Thigh high stockings, Annie-girl, that is very grown up of you. I expect you to wear such lingerie under your outfits every day now. Is that understood?" "Yes, Mistress, I mean Ms. Audree," I responded, unable to catch my faux pas in wording. "Mistress, I like that," she responded, a smile on her face, "but I like Ms. Audree more." I nodded as she looked up into my eyes. Then, without saying a word, just a look, commanded that I open my legs. I obeyed, like a good girl, doing it slowly, my eyes now shut, not believing what I was doing in my very own office; an office I had worked years to earn. Soon my naked pussy was on display for my young black assistant. "Oh my, it is quite red. Does it hurt Annie-girl?" I nodded yes, and she asked, seemingly concerned, "Did Brenda give you anything to put on it? When was the last time you put on?" "Yes, she did. But I haven't had a chance to put any on yet, Ms Audree," I replied. "You are a silly little girl," she scolded, "Don't you know you have to look after your privates?" I felt ashamed. I never have been able to handle criticism or scolding well. "Did you bring it with you, Annie-girl?" "Yes, it is in my purse," I said, pointing to the table where I put it down earlier. She retrieved the lotion, and then sat looking at me. Then, her voice soft like a mommy talking to her child with a boo-boo, "Here, let me put some of this cream on for you." Just when I thought it couldn't get any worse or any more humiliating, I realized she was going to administer the lotion to my swollen red privates. As she was applying the lotion, I oddly started to feel really funny inside, my head spinning. The excitement that she was clearly arousing in me was impossible to hide. The whole time she was applying a generous amount of lotion on my vagina, she had a devious smirk on her face. She was clearly enjoying the power she had over me, her boss. She was talking the whole time, although I only remember parts, since I was greatly distracted by the tingle below, "Oh Annie-girl, your swollen pussy lips look so much better now, your hard clit looks so inviting, so completely tasty. Don't you feel better now that you don't have a big hairy freak-show cunt anymore, Annie-girl? Now you have a cute, sweet, ripe good girl pussy." I was getting more flushed and excited, both from her naughty words and her gentle rubbing. Each time her fingers touched my pussy lips or clit, I shook slightly, my pussy begging for more focused attention. I have fought my whole life to be my own woman, to be a strong, determined, successful woman, and here I was legs spread on my desk, in front of my temporary assistant, now being reduced to being an insecure little girl again. It was stirring something erotic and sensual from deep inside my mind and body, something I had not felt in years. I realized officially, at this new degrading low, as absurd as it sounded, I had completely lost control. Ms Audree's finger slipped between my now wet pussy lips, not going inside my canal, just lingering in perpetual tease. I involuntarily moved my ass forward, trying to get her finger in me. My only focus was now only to come. She moved her finger away, "Annie-girl, do you really want me to finger fuck you on your desk?" I gasped, immediately brought back to reality, my face burning in shame. "You are really, really wet, Annie-girl, but you better get dressed now. You have a very important meeting in about 10 minutes with Mrs. Williams from HHC, that new clothing firm we have been trying to land." Attempting to talk business-like and in control, I sat awkwardly on my desk, legs spread open, pussy lathered in lotion, "Oh yes, do you have the file ready, Ms Audree?" "Yes, you are sitting on it, Annie-girl. I hope I didn't get any lotion on it," she paused, before adding with obvious implication, "or anything else." She winked at me and opened the door before I had even begun to put my skirt back on. There I was still sitting on the desk without my skirt on, door open. I could hear people out in the reception area. Embarrassed and in full panic mode, worried about what if Mrs. Williams was early, I jumped off my desk and quickly put my skirt back on, just before Ms Audree brought Mrs. Williams in for the meeting. Audree gave me an odd smile when she saw my flushed face and rattled look. I had a hard time concentrating during the meeting and was thankful that Audree assisted by answering many of Mrs. Williams' questions and concerns. Thankfully, I made it through the meeting without any sort of distraction, and by the end of it I felt confident we were close to closing the deal. But my apprehension and feeling how close it had been to getting caught had me upset. A client, a very important client, could have seen me naked. That was way too close a call for me. This had to end. Still, for the rest of the day while trying to keep myself busy with work, I was greatly distracted with memories and images of how good I felt when Ms. Audree was applying the lotion to my aching pussy. Other than myself, no one had touched me down there in a very, very long time, and it had felt so nice; but it was another woman that had touched me, a young black 18-year-old assistant at that, who had me feeling all excited about being touched and now wanting more. Other than one brief college drunken evening of touching and fingering, I had never even really thought about another woman. Yet, now I couldn't get the image of Ms. Audree between my legs out of my head. It refused to leave, nor did the itching in my vagina. At the end of the day, I found a note and a little zip lock bag that had my lotion in it. The note read: Annie-girl, This should be enough for tonight. I have the rest and will apply it again in the morning. Ms. Audree. After I read the note, an absurd rush of pleasure went right to my pussy, thinking that she would be touching me again in the morning. This should have been problematic, especially after today's very close call, but instead I got intensely excited. I couldn't explain the excitement that I was feeling. I wondered what was wrong with me, wanting this young woman touching me. Yet, I couldn't resist the obvious fact that juice was leaking out of me like crazy. I couldn't take it anymore, I had to come. I lowered my skirt to my ankles, my desk hiding my compromising position. Although my pussy region was incredibly tender, I ignored the pain as I rubbed myself to an orgasm at my desk, the entire time thinking about Ms. Audree touching me, teasing me, pleasing me, and licking me. I sat in a small pool of my own cum as I recovered from an amazingly powerful orgasm. Now thinking straight, I pulled up my skirt and spent a late night at work, now focused on my job. I was amazed at how rejuvenated and focused I had become after I cleansed myself with an orgasm. When I got home at 9:30, I had another bubble bath and went to bed. Unlike the previous couple of nights, I slept like a baby, my mind a blank slate. 7. GOOD VIBRATIONS Upon waking, my thoughts returned to yesterday. I was torn. On the one hand, yesterday was too close for comfort...what if Mrs. Williams had come in fifteen seconds earlier? On the other hand, I had had my most productive work-time ever last night and my best sleep in years. Getting ready for work that morning, I spent more time than I usual. I put on a one-piece blue dress, a hip black belt and thigh high stockings. I again obeyed Brenda's suggestion to not wear underwear. By the time I headed for work, I was already running slightly late, so I didn't have much time to consider how to deal with this 'Ms. Audree' situation. The problem was, every time I tried, thoughts of her touching me floated in my head instead. Each time I tried to get the images out of my head, they refused to leave. In fact, they had the effect of making my pussy get that wet, needy feel again. Luckily, I arrived at work just then, flushed and needing to come. Ms. Audree was not at her reception desk when I arrived. As horny as I felt, I thought immediately, 'Perfect! I can hit the restroom to attend to my pussy and calm down this needy desire. First I'll just set this file on my desk.' My heart sank as soon as I entered my office. There sat Audree, at my desk, waiting. My uncomfortable wetness, however, trumped my surprise. "Ms. Audree, if you don't mind, I really do need to use the restroom before we begin." Ms. Audree smiled widely, "No problem, Annie-girl, we got some time." As I went into the bathroom, I wondered why I had asked my assistant permission to use the restroom. Wanting to have an orgasm, but knowing I didn't have time, I dried my pussy region as best I could with paper towels. Back in my office, I felt myself blushing, assuming and perhaps anticipating what was about to happen to me again. Yet, today I wanted to do it; actually more accurately I needed to do it. But I sure didn't want to let on to Ms. Audree that I was not in control of my sexual emotions and desires. I could not let her know that the thought of her touching me made me so horny I couldn't think straight. So as I returned to my desk, Ms. Audree snapped her fingers and pointed to my desk. This time, my attire was more convenient for both easy access and quicker recovery. Same as yesterday, I hopped up onto my desk, a little more confident and a little less embarrassed than yesterday. Without instruction this time, I pulled up my dress and spread my stocking covered legs to present my shaved pussy to Ms. Audree. Spanked to Submission: A Novella She seemed pleased by my compliance as she peered between my legs and at my naked cunt. After a few seconds of utter silence, Audree said, "Oh, I left the lotion in my purse, I will be right back." As she walked to the door, she paused and demanded, "Don't you dare move a muscle, Annie-girl." Purposefully, she left the door partially open. I was mortified; this was a whole new level of risk and obedience. There I was, sitting on my desk, my dress up to my waist; legs spread wide open, and door partially open. I could hear rumblings from the outer office stirring. It seemed like forever for Audree to return. I was a nervous wreck, worried that another employee might walk into my office and catch me in this humiliating, submissive situation. How would I explain it? How could I explain it? Even so, as nervous as I was, my pussy was getting excited again. I could feel the juices warming up when she finally returned. Thankfully, she closed and locked the door. She sat in my chair and was again between my legs. Without any talk, she started to apply the lotion. After only a minute of Ms. Audree's soft touch, her cell phone rang. She abruptly stopped and took the call. Ignoring me completely, she began having a conversation as if I was not there. I was trying to sit patiently, though desperate to have the young girl's touch back between my legs. Looking at her between my legs, the feelings in my pussy started to take over my body. I felt my breathing getting tougher to control and my nipples harden. My pussy lips involuntarily opened slightly. I desperately tried to control myself, afraid I might leak some of my juices on my desk, in front of my black assistant. Just as desperately, I wanted her gentle touch back on my cunt. The embarrassment of sitting this long, like a loyal puppy dog, was humiliating. She moved farther away as she began talking even more quietly, clearly not wanting me eavesdropping. Even though I felt completely degraded, my legs spread wide in front of this beautiful black girl had me so excited that I had to do something about it. I began playing with myself. I tried to do it quietly so she would not see the effect she had on me, the desperation of my actions to masturbate on my desk like a little slut. As I brought myself closer to climax, I noticed a scent and realized the scent was me. My pussy scent had begun to permeate the air. I was horrified. If I could smell myself, I was sure must have been able to smell it too while her face had been between my legs. Yet as horrified as I was, the fire between my legs was more urgent. My breathing began to pick up when I heard the harsh voice of Audree, "Are you fucking kidding me? I leave you for one minute and you fucking try to get off? What kind of slut are you?" She was not happy with me at all. My hand instinctively moved away from my ravished pussy as I looked down, avoiding eye contact, my shame hitting another all-time low. "Tiara, I will have to call you back, my Annie-girl here needs some serious discipline." She then turned to me "Where is your phone?" I couldn't fathom why she would need my phone or what she could possibly have in store for me. I pointed to my purse. She took out my phone, flipped it open and punched some buttons. Walking over to me, she asked, "So you need to come, Annie-girl?" "Yes," I answered ashamed and horny. "Yes, what?" she asked, clearly perturbed. "Yes, Ms. Audree," I quickly corrected. "Beg me to let you come," she ordered, amused. I looked at her, not knowing how to even begin to beg, "Please, Ms. Audree, I need to cum so badly." "That was pretty weak, Annie-girl, you will have to do better than that to convince me you deserve to come," she explained. My cunt doing all my talking, I begged, "Ms. Audree, please allow your slave to cum. I will do anything, Mistress. You own me. Just please, I can't take it much longer." In a flash, her hand went to my cunt and she inserted my phone. I gasped. She looked at me amused as she grabbed her own phone and dialled. Who the Hell could she be calling? In a couple of seconds I got my answer. My phone began vibrating inside me. I can't even begin to explain how thrilling the vibrating sensation inside me felt. I let out a loud moan when the first vibration hit, a muffled scream during the second, and I came like a white trash whore on the third. When I opened my eyes, I saw a smiling Audree and her Iphone. She was either videotaping my descent to whoredom or taking pictures. Either way I was mortified beyond words, but could do nothing but allow the orgasm to complete its journey through my body. When my orgasm subsided, Ms. Audree stopped taping, which I concluded was what she was doing, and reached for the lotion. She ordered, "You may take the phone out of your cunt, Annie-girl." I obeyed, thankful for such permission. I pulled out my phone and it dripped with my cunt cum. Audree laughed, "You really are a flooder, aren't you, Annie-girl?" "I guess," I said, ashamed once again. As she got ready to leave, she gave me permission to get dressed, complimented me on my better choice of clothes and reminded me, "Just remember what you said, my Annie-girl. You would do anything. ANYTHING." I didn't even realize I had said such words, but in the horny state I was in, I am sure I did. But what made me happy was the rare compliment she had given me. She liked my clothing choice. She pressed a button on her phone and began talking as she left my office, "Hi Tiara. You will not believe what my boss just did." Her amused voice faded as she left my office. I went to my washroom and dried up my soaked vagina as best I could. I also tried to clean my phone, but I have to admit it was astonishingly hard to get the smell of pussy juice off a phone. I finally returned to work, surprisingly focused, having had a great big orgasm. My productivity was astonishing and my ideas vibrant as I worked like an ant pleasing her queen all day. I saw Ms. Audree a few times throughout the day, but it was all business. Again as I left there was a note and a packet of lotion for that evening and again the suggestion that she would see me in the morning. I left work, hopped on the train and headed home. As I replayed the morning over and over in my head, my pussy started to get wet. My cell rang. I was surprised to see it was Audree. She had never phoned me after hours before. There were no pleasantries, just a question, "Does your phone still smell like cunt?" Sniffing the phone, which was a very strange thing to do on a subway train, I realized it still did. "Yes, Ms. Audree," I answered, slightly embarrassed. "When you get home, I expect you to fuck yourself to at least two orgasms. Is that understood, Annie-girl?" "Yes, Ms. Audree," I replied, actually liking a task she gave for once. "Please tell me exactly what you plan to do when you get home, Annie-girl," she ordered. I realized what she was doing. She wanted me to speak out loud on the train my submission to her. I looked around the crowded subway train. Beside me was a high school boy, across from me an elderly grandma, and beside her a Chinese woman. I also noticed a couple middle-aged men standing in the aisle. I thought that they may or may not be near enough to hear my conversation. I shrugged, figuring who cares what these strangers heard me say and I went ahead and explained my plan for when I returned home. "Ms. Audree, I plan to strip myself naked, rush up to my room, grab my seven inch black dildo and shove it in my pussy. I also plan to grab my blue vibe and use it to tease my swollen clit as I fuck myself silly." I heard a shocked gasp from the boy beside me. Looking up, I saw the elderly women looking at me with complete disdain. Ms. Audree complimented, "You are turning into a good white slut, Annie-girl." I couldn't believe the words that came out of mouth next, "Thank you, Ms. Audree." "One last thing, Annie-girl," she began. "Yes, Ms. Audree," I nervously queried. "I want you to flash at least one woman on the train before you get off, understood?" "Yes, Ms. Audree," I responded, horrified by the new task. She finished our conversation with a quick goodnight and hung up on me. I put mine away and kept my head down, avoiding any sort of awkward eye contact. I still had not fulfilled my task when I only had one stop left. Across the row, a pretty redhead, wearing a blue skirt, black pantyhose and pumps was reading a book. Luckily the boy was now gone. When I was only a few seconds from my stop, I opened my legs, swiftly lifted up my skirt and coughed. The redhead, as well as a couple of the men, looked at me, seeing my naked treasure. I kept my eyes on the redhead, a nervous smile on my face. Her mouth dropped slightly with shock. I held my slut pose for about five seconds and as the train slowed down, I abruptly stood up, letting my dress hide my cunt. I gave one last look at the redhead and winked. Her eyes never left me, but I couldn't tell if she was turned on or repulsed by what she had seen. As I exited the train, one of the middle-aged men said aggressively, "If you need a real cock, I would be more than happy to oblige." My face instantly turned red with embarrassment over the awkward situation I was now in. I ignored him and felt his hand pinch my ass. I kept walking, anxious to get off the train and away from this creepy man. Once off the train, I looked back and saw him wink as the train began to move again. Letting the pervert fade from memory, I replayed what I had just done. I had spread my legs and flashed a woman on a train...then I had winked at her. Where had that aggressiveness and forwardness come from? My pussy was so damp, I could feel it trickle down my legs as I walked the few blocks home from the train station. By the time I got to my home, I was a horny mess. Once inside, all I could think about was completing Ms. Audree's orders and coming again. I was so horny, I removed my skirt and heels at the door and undressed on my way to the bedroom, ending up on my bed dressed only in thigh high stockings. I reached into my night-stand and grabbed both my blue vibrator and my black dildo. Usually I have to really get myself worked up to get the big black dildo inside me, but today my pussy was so lubed up already that the fuck-toy was easily engulfed by my love canal. Once all seven inches filled me, I turned on my thin high-powered vibe and allowed it to tease my clit. So horny from this strange day of submission, from this crazy moment of exhibitionism, it took only seconds for me to have my second orgasm of the day. I didn't let it subside. I held the vibe to my clit and began pumping the dildo in and out of my hot cunt. I fucked myself hard and fast as I replayed the morning in my head. The thrill of submitting to Audree was taking over my free will and overtaking my duty as a boss. Yet, that no longer mattered to me, as I brought myself to a second, third and fourth mind-blowing orgasms. I fell asleep exhausted from my multiple orgasms, dripping in sweat. I awoke about 11. I ate a little, read a couple of chapters of the novel I had been neglecting, and went back to bed, wondering what the Hell I was becoming. I hadn't come like that or had that many orgasms ever. I put lotion on my still tender pussy region and fell back asleep, oddly content. 8. HUMILIATED BY OTHERS The following morning, I woke up before my alarm went off. After a quick shower, I got dressed for the day. It was Friday, and I assumed that meant that Ms. Audree would be spanking me again. The submission to her had somehow turned me on this week, but the thought of her spanking me again, causing such pain, was not even remotely exciting. I looked in my closet and cursed my rather limited selection of dresses and skirts. I would have to go shopping this weekend. I eventually picked a blue blouse, my favourite colour, a black leather skirt, something I had never worn to work before, and beige thigh high stockings, my last clean pair. I added stockings to my mental list as I headed out the door. Against my will, on the way to work I began to get excited about having my young, black, sexy, assistant lathering my privates with lotion. I was a little more composed than yesterday, beginning to accept the fact that it was going to happen and that I secretly wanted it to. As I got off the train and started walking to the office, about a five minute walk, I began to feel myself leaking; my juices ran to the top of my thigh highs stockings. What the fuck is a matter with me? Why am I getting so excited about having her treat me this way? I arrived earlier than Ms. Audree and went straight to my office's restroom to attempt to dry myself again. After drying my pussy, I returned to my desk. I looked for a note and found none, so I sat at my desk and waited for her arrival. I attempted to do some work, but was just too distracted about the possibilities of what lay ahead to be productive. A half hour after she should have arrived, I received a telephone call from Ms. Audree. She said, sounded sincerely apologetic, "Sorry Annie-girl, but I completely forgot I had a 9 o'clock appointment today. I dropped the lotion off at the security desk for the building. You can pick it up there. Sorry but have to run, see you after lunch, Annie-girl." I reluctantly, annoyed and disappointed, went down to the main lobby to pick up the package Ms. Audree had left for me. As the elevator descended I began to realize this was a blessing. Now I didn't have to worry about any sort of potential public humiliation. I reached the security desk to retrieve package. At the desk was a large black woman, about 5'10", maybe 175. She had coal black eyes and ruby red lips. She looked like someone you would not want to mess with. I told her politely that Ms. Audree had dropped something off for me. She asked, "Ms. Audree, now who would that be?" I cursed to myself as I realized my error, "Oh, Audree Williams, Ma'am." "And why do you call her by that name?" she asked, curiously. I blushed, embarrassed by the question, but unwilling to give the truthful answer. I hesitated as I considered my lie, before I finally answered, "It is a sign of respect, just as I call you, Ma'am." "Okay, it just seems funny that an older woman like you would be addressing a younger woman so properly," she said, her tone still probing. "By the way, I am Ms. Jones." "Hello, Ms Jones, I guess it is just a habit I picked up that is hard to break. Blame my stay at home, Leave it to Beaver mother," I joked. Ms. Jones laughed back and asked, "And who might you be?" "I am Ann Pennington, Ma'am," She rubbed her chin, "Ann, you say. You are one of the executives on the 18th floor aren't you?" "Yes", I answered. She picked up my bottle of lotion, and looked at the envelope attached to it. A peculiar smirk appeared as she read the name, "Annie-girl, is that you?" I blushed again, and stated in a low voice, "Yes, that is me, Ms. Jones." Trying to make sense of it all, she clarified, "So you call Audree, Ms. Audree and she calls you Annie-girl?" She started to laugh and I began to wonder if she was beginning to put two and two together. She said, clearly toying with me and amused by the whole situation, "Okay, I will just need to hear you say who you are one more time and I can give you your lotion, okay?" Angry and just wanting to leave, I barked out a little louder than I wanted too, "I am Annie-girl. Now give me my stuff, Ms. Jones." "Didn't Ms. Audree teach you manners? You need to say the magic words, Annie-girl!!" Ms Jones stated in a condescending voice. It was obvious that she knew of my submissive weakness, otherwise she would not have been playing such a game with a high-powered executive who could have her fired in a heartbeat. Furious now and with gritted teeth, "Ms. Jones, may I please have my bottle of lotion?" "Here you are Annie-girl." She handed me the bottle, with a smug look and a raised eyebrow. I grabbed it rudely from her hand and walked off, thinking how embarrassing that all was and what a fucking bitch the security guard was. Firing her popped into my head, but I assumed that Ms. Audree would punish me for such a reaction. Back in the elevator, I read the note. Dear Annie-girl, Sorry I could not be there to personally look after your cunt for you. The good news is I have a friend who is willing to help. Go to the bookstore across the street and ask for Tiara. She will be expecting you. Ms. Audree As the elevator door opened at my floor, I just stood, immobile. Again I told myself this whole thing had gone too far. Not only that, it was getting worse. I considered just ignoring the instructions. Instead I pressed the button for the lobby and descended back down. As I walked past the security desk, Ms. Jones called out, "Back so soon, Annie-girl?" The tone in her voice was an odd mix of flirting and sarcasm. I ignored her and walked past the lobby and out into the fresh air. I crossed the street and stopped in front of the bookstore. I hesitated, wanting to disobey, but deathly scared to. I took a deep breath and walked into the bookstore. The store was seemingly empty, having just opened a few minutes ago. I hoped the woman who now approached was not Tiara. She looked about my age, but extremely overweight. Asking for Tiara, I was relieved when she pointed to the back of the store. I found the door mark 'Manager' and knocked. "Come in," a voice bellowed. The girl inside was outrageously beautiful. She had dark brown eyes, long wavy black hair with red streaks. Like Ms. Audree, she also had massive round breasts. She looked to be a bit older, maybe 19, but definitely too young to be Manager of a bookstore. I awkwardly asked, "Are you Tiara?" She smiled with an air of confidence, "And you must be Annie?" I was relieved she hadn't called me Annie-girl. Still I acted like a shy school girl waiting for a boy to ask her out with my simple "Yes." "And what can I do for you?" she asked, her confident smirk telling me she already knew why I was there. "Ms. Audree sent me." I sounded more resigned than I wanted. "Why?" she asked, as she looked at me, forcing me to say what I needed her to do. Utterly disgraced as a woman, I whispered, "I need you to put cream on my vagina." "Your what?" she asked, pretending to not hear me. "My vagina," I repeated. She laughed. "Don't you mean cunt?" "Yes, my cunt," I stammered. I just wanted this nightmare to end. "Well get out of that skirt, slut. I don't have all day," she instructed as if I was an inconvenience to her day. I slipped off my skirt, not once looking at the beautiful black girl. "No panties, thigh high stockings, shaved cunt, Audree really has you trained well," she said approvingly. I kept my head down and submissively waited instructions. She walked over to me and took the lotion from my hand. She whispered in my ear, "You are a very good slave, aren't you?" Her hot breath sending pleasure shivers through my entire body. "Yes, ma'am." "You get wet by just obeying orders, don't you?" she questioned, already knowing the answer. "Yes, ma'am," I answered, my pussy getting excited, the answer a humiliating truth. She squeezed my ass, "Do you need to come?" "Yes, ma'am." She walked back to her desk, grabbed a banana and handed it to me. My pussy knew what she intended it for. My brain did not. I just stared at it for some time, both disgusted and excited. Finally and without any further direction, I slid it into my vagina. I let out a moan of pleasure as I began fucking myself. I closed my eyes to avoid the humiliation of seeing the black beauty watching me. I felt her hands on my ass as she returned to my ear. As I continued fucking myself, Tiara kept squeezing my ass while also biting, nibbling and licking my ear. Then she called me names. Spanked to Submission: A Novella I was too wrapped up with my banana-fucking to remember all she called me, but I do recall bits and pieces. She called me a lesbian slut, Audree's property and a fruit fucker. What I have committed to memory was her soft touch on my ass and the way she fucked my ear with her tongue and teeth. Standing up made it harder to come, but between the long curved fruit, Tiara's lips and hands, and her nasty verbal abuse of me, I came like a nasty slut. My legs buckled out of weakness and Tiara had to catch me from tumbling. As I silently shook, Tiara held me tightly while continuing the verbal degrading. "Fuck, you are a whore, fucking yourself in front of a stranger with a banana. Who does that?" My orgasmic bliss instantly changed to sheer shame from her harsh, but true, words. My words in response were outrageous as I ignored her question and instead thanked her for the orgasm. She let out a harsh laugh. Then she let me go and demanded I sit on her couch, legs spread, the banana still in me. She knelt down between my legs and looked at my just fucked pussy with a banana sticking out of it. To my surprise, instead of taking the banana out, she began moving it in and out furiously. After a few quick hard thrusts, I got excited all over again. My moans got louder as she thrust the yellow fruit in and out of my dripping wet pussy. Just as I was getting close to my second orgasm in a few minutes, she pulled it out. I moaned, "Noooooo." She spanked my naked pussy hard, "No more coming until you see your Mistress, slut." I instantly tried to focus on not coming, while Audree's friend coated my pussy with lotion. When she was done, she tossed me my skirt and suggested I get dressed. I quickly put my leather skirt back on, desperate to get out of her office and away from the stranger's condescending looks. Just as I was leaving she stopped me, "One last thing, dyke." I looked into her blue eyes and waited for whatever else she had in store for me. She handed me the banana that had been my personal fuck-toy and ordered, "Would you please give this to Ms. Jones on your way back to the office." Worry besieged me as I realized her intentions. I took the banana, but asked, like a child would if asked to clean up their toys, "Do I have to?" She smirked, "What do you think, slut?" Crushed past the point of return or recovery and wanting to tell her to fuck off, I chickened out, just like every other time, "I will obey, ma'am." "Good girl," she cooed, and slapped me on the ass as she added, "Now get the hell out of here, slut." I finally heard an order I liked and hightailed it out of her office and out of the store. I returned to my office building and walked over to Ms. Jones. I handed her the sticky fruit without a word. She looked at it like it was toxic, "And what is this for?" I ignored her question as I speedily left for the elevator. Upon returning to my office, I broke down in tears. Was there no end to the humiliation I had to endure? After a lengthy cry, I cleaned myself up and got prepared for my 2 o'clock meeting. It was an important meeting and I had to get back into my business mindset. As soon as I started working, all my sexual needs and humiliations faded and I was able to stay on task all morning and through the meeting. I didn't once think about the fact that I was a few hours away from another spanking. 9. THE SECOND SPANKING By the time I was finished with my meeting I was exhausted. It went well, but we were still early into the wooing process. I got back to my office at ten minutes to four and saw a banana on my desk. Beside it was a cucumber. Under the fruit and vegetable were two envelopes: a small white one and a big brown one. I sighed as I could only imagine what was going to happen next. As I sat down to read the letter, my pussy tingled with anticipation. I made sure to read the outside of the envelopes first and thankful that I did, as they were numbered one and two. I opened the white envelope first and it was, as expected, a letter from Ms. Audree. Dear Annie-girl, I am very happy with my girl. You obeyed like a good girl should. Your training is going quite well, as you have controlled your outbursts quite well. That said, you raised your voice at Ms. Jones, and that just can't happen. You must be able to maintain a certain level of decorum at ALL times. I may be late, as I am meeting Tiara for cocktails. I have left you a story for you to read. It should get you nice and ready for your spanking. No matter how late I am, do not dare leave or I will triple your spanks. Unless of course, you want more spanks. Ms. Audree I didn't open the other envelope right away, determined to stay focused and work as long as I could. I did a pretty good job ignoring the brown envelope for over an hour, only glancing towards it every now and then. But they say curiosity killed the cat and in my case curiosity definitely roused the kitty. I tore opened the large envelope and saw it was a story printed from a website called Literotica. The first story was called Lesbian MILF Seductress and as I read it I was in awe of the power the young girl had over a married mother. She slowly took the mother from an upstanding citizen to an eager slut begging to please the 18-year-old in front of her own daughter. As soon as I finished the story, my skirt hit the floor, and I frigged myself to an orgasm, I wondered why she would leave me this story. I wasn't a MILF; the MILF in this story was a librarian and I was a marketing manager; the young seductress was a student and Audree was my employee. As I chewed on this, still naked from the waist down, and still horny, I grabbed the cucumber and used it as a hard cock. Was her end goal to make me a lesbian? That was what happened in the story she left me. I fucked myself with the vegetable as images of me sucking on Audree's massive breasts and me between her creamy chocolate legs flashed in my brain. I was pumping the cucumber in and out furiously when I heard Audree's voice break me from my erotic bliss, "Well, apparently you are excited about your spanking, Annie-girl." I looked up, the cucumber deep in me, to see Audree and Tiara in my office. Audree walked over to the couch, as did Tiara, and they both sat down. She gave me a look that implied I knew what I was supposed to do. The problem was my cunt was soaking wet, my juices dripping out of me. "Ms. Audree, can I please go to the washroom and clean up first?" "Why?" she asked, I assumed knowing the answer but wanting to hear me say it. Again showing the power she had over me. "I am wet," I responded, ashamed. "I see," she said, "Well I think if someone looks like a slut, and acts like a slut, then she probably is a slut, isn't she Tiara?" Tiara hardly able to control herself, "That would be a logical assumption to make." "Get your ass over here now, Annie-girl," Ms. Audree commanded. I pulled the cucumber out of me, put it on my desk and shyly walked over to her and her friend. She noticed, "Your rash seems to be almost gone, Annie-girl." "Yes, Ms. Audree," I agreed. "Is that your cum, dripping down your leg?" she asked. "Yes," I confirmed, mortified. "Well I can't have your fuck juice dripping on me while you are punished, can I, Annie-girl?" "No, Miss Audree," I responded. "Take off your blouse, Annie-girl," Ms. Audree ordered. Wanting to get this over with, I obeyed, my hands way less nervous than a week ago, even with a spectator. Ms. Audree took my blouse and used one sleeve to clean my pussy with it. She then put my blouse on top of her legs and patted her legs, as she would for a puppy she wanted on her lap. I continued to avoid eye contact with either, as I laid myself over Ms. Audree's lap; Tiara moved closer so my head was now on her leg as well. Ms. Audree explained. "Since you were a good girl overall, I am only going to punish you with one extra slap, for your outburst at Ms. Jones." As she explained the amount of spanks I was to receive, she caressed my ass gently; creating a striking contrast when her first slap made contact with my skin. Just like last time, I let out a loud yelp, surprised by the sudden contact. Also like last time, Ms. Audree reminded me I should try to control my noises. Unlike last time, the first ten slaps came hard and fast, almost like a machine gun. A searing pain encompassed my ass, not remotely fading away. Ms. Audree spoke to Tiara as if I was not there, "See how good she sits. She is such a good little girl. I think she actually likes the spanking." Tiara purred, "Oh, I think you are right." Suddenly, her hand contacted my ass and I let out a wail, as I was not ready for the slap. They continued talking throughout my next four slaps as if I was not there. Each slap came without warning and in no consistent pattern, leading to me making uncontrollable hyena like sounds. It was so much more embarrassing when they treated me as invisible. Ms. Audree asked Tiara, "Do you want to do the honours of the last slap?" "May I?" Tiara asked, her voice shrill with excitement, which, of course, had me in a bundle of nerves. "Of course," Ms. Audree said, "She won't disobey you or any of my friends." My eyes went wide when I heard her say any of her friends, but didn't move an inch. "Turn around, Annie --girl, let Tiara get a good look at your white ass." Disgraced, I obeyed, turning around so my naked, red, ass was in complete vulnerable display for this girl I met just hours ago. She spent a few minutes rubbing my ass, allowing her finger to glide down the crack of my ass, lingering as if she had an ulterior motive for my asshole, before gliding further down. Instinctively, I opened my legs a bit to allow her access to my pussy, which I was hoping she would play with. I couldn't explain it, but I was on the brink of an orgasm without having my pussy touched. I saw Ms. Audree leave for a second and return with the cucumber I had earlier used to please myself. She handed it to Tiara, who asked me, "Do you want to come, slut?" I hated being called slut, but my need to come was more important than my dignity. I whimpered, "Yes, very badly." "Well I will let you come, by fucking your white trash cunt with this cucumber, while I slap your ass until you come. All you have to do is ask," she informed me. The offer was made to humiliate me even further, but I had already hit rock bottom in my mind, so even though I only had one more slap to endure, I asked for more, surprising even myself with my the vulgar words that flew out of my mouth, "Please fuck my whore cunt, treat me like your little plaything and spank me until I explode." A spank shook my being and the pain was quickly contradicted by the deep thrust of the thick, long, green vegetable. Almost simultaneously I screamed in pain and then pleasure. Showing no mercy, she used one hand to constantly slap my ass, while she used the other to fuck my cunt. It took less than a minute for me to come like a whore on the lap of a stranger. It was humiliating, degrading and exhilarating. For being so completely controlled, I felt ironically free. I screamed like a banshee as my orgasm exploded through me. She kept spanking me and fucking me as I continued to have the pleasure trembles. I don't know how many spanks I ended up with, but as the orgasm finished its pleasure principle through me, the harsh burn returned. She stopped spanking me and pulled the cucumber out. I was allowed to stand up, and as I did, my whole body was a mixture of pain and pleasure. I looked at Tiara briefly and saw her lick the cucumber. She smiled, "Not bad, for white trash cunt." I should have been appalled at being called white trash, but the first thing that popped into my head was that she thought I tasted good. As I stood there relatively naked still, both girls stood up. As they were about to leave, Ms. Audree added, "You can come as many times as you wish this weekend, my Annie-girl, but only with food. I will see you on Tuesday," and walked out without another word. I stood alone in a stupor, replaying her words, when she returned and added, "And you cannot use bananas or cucumbers. Nor can you use any food more than once." She left again, this time for good, as I continued to stand there incapable of movement, for at least a minute, my ass still on fire, before finally getting dressed. My blouse was quite wet with my juices, but I had to put it on as it was all I had. The train ride home could be interesting, I thought to myself. I quickly got my stuff together and headed out; it was going to be a long weekend. I was driving up to go to a wedding in the morning. I shivered as I considered the four-hour drive on my battered ass. I sighed and headed for the train. As I waited for the train to arrive, anxiety filled me as I wondered what I would do if I saw the redheaded beauty from yesterday. Luckily, I did not encounter her on the train, nor any other of yesterday's witnesses of my sexual debauchery. The night consisted of a long bubble bath, using my pussy rash cream on my ass and an early bedtime. I didn't toss and turn, not because I slept well, but rather because each movement I made sent a needle-like pain that resonated for minutes after I triggered it. I eventually did fade into slumber, my mind considering what other foods could get me off. 10. FOOD FOR THOUGHT I packed a whole cooler of ice for the drive and ended up pulling over a couple of times to replace the bag of ice that had melted under my still flaming red ass. The soreness of my rear was driving me nuts, as was the order that I could only come with food. Two hours into the drive, I was horny as hell as I reminisced about the past week. I pulled into an old school gas station to fuel up and find some appropriate foods to get off on. Did you know there is very little that is practical for use as a fuck-toy? The most logical choice is a pop bottle, but I wasn't sure if that counted as food. I was getting rather frustrated as I looked for something that would work. I grabbed a Pepsi thinking it would have to do, when I walked by the candy section. There I found a variety of potential objects I could use as toys. There were round plastic eggs with candy inside, long Tootsie rolls, and lollipops, among other things. I bought a few different potential toys I might have been able to use and headed back on the road. As I was leaving, there was a farmer with a truck, selling vegetables. I pulled over and took a look. My heart beat faster when I saw his wide variety of potential love sticks. I bought some long carrots and corn on the cob, before getting back on the highway. As I drove, my pussy was desperate for some special attention. I kept glancing over at the bag of vegetables, the temptation continually getting harder and harder to resist. I was still an hour away when I could no longer take it. I grabbed a medium sized carrot, parted my legs enough to play with myself, and inserted the carrot with my left hand as I drove with my right. Desperate to get off, I thrust the carrot in and out speedily and was coming in only a couple of minutes. I swerved into the other lane when a jolt of joy electrified me, but I quickly recovered and pulled back into my lane before I killed myself or anyone else. As I continued to drive, my desire to come satisfied, I thought to myself that I had just humiliated myself. I could have lied to her if she asked, which I was sure she would, but I obeyed her even from a distance. My obedience and desire to obey was really beginning to take control of my life. I drove the rest of the way, contemplating ways to break her hold on me, but came up empty handed. I got to my hotel and changed into my wedding attire. The service wasn't till 4, with the supper to follow. I wore a blue dress, much more my comfortable conservative standard, and, my pussy finally feeling better, I wore panties and pantyhose. It was great to see my old college friend. It is funny how the years fly by, but as soon as you are face to face with someone, it is like we were best friends just yesterday. The evening was a blast and I remembered what life was like before my current predicament started. I drank, I flirted with a hot cowboy, who was rather dumb and I thought maybe he could pass as a vegetable, but I ended up going back to my room alone. Drunk and horny, I got undressed and without even thinking about it, grabbed a long, thick corn on the cob. I opened my legs wide and slid the bumpy vegetable in me. I gasped in pleasure as the odd texture of the corn rubbed inside me. Wanting this pleasure to last for as long as possible, I moved the corn-cock in and out of me, slowly. As I closed my eyes, the image that was in my mind was Audree between my legs and me begging her to lick my pussy. As I got closer to an orgasm, I did something I had never done to myself before. I began spanking my clit while I pumped the long, ribbed-like, vegetable in and out of my soaking wet cunt. That was the final push I needed and I screamed as an orgasm erupted out of me. The mixture of the intense orgasm and alcohol led me to passing out, the corn on the cob still lodged deep in me. I woke up in the middle of the night to go pee and was stunned to see the end of the cob in me. I pulled it out, shaking my head at my own depravity and went to the washroom. When I woke up in the morning, my head was reeling. I rolled over and saw the corn. In a wave, last night flooded back to me. I sighed, disappointed in myself and my lack of self-control. I promised myself I would not touch myself again during the weekend. And for once, I kept to my promise to myself. I went to the gift opening and visited and just had a good time. I refused the rare temptation my pussy offered me and made it home Monday afternoon having not betrayed myself. I did stop at the mall and bought some more thigh high stockings in some new colours. I also bought a couple of skirts and a sundress for easy spanking access on Friday. The evening flew by as I checked e-mail, watched How I Met Your Mother, the best show on TV, and had a bubble bath. I went to bed early, rather tired, and tossed and turned. As soon as I was in bed, the images I had been able to ignore the rest of the weekend popped back into my head. I tried to ignore them and the tingle in my kitty, but I finally succumbed to my own desperate desires and went to the kitchen. I cursed my lack of fuckable food. I had nothing I could use. I slammed the fridge door shut frustrated and went to bed. I tossed and turned for a few more minutes when a light bulb went off in my head. I rushed back to the fridge and found a pack of hotdogs. I pulled out a hotdog and put it under the tap to warm it up. When it was no longer cold, I returned to my bed hastily, pulled off my pyjamas, opened my legs and slipped the wiener in my fervered cunt. Although a bit limp, like my ex-husband quite frankly, and not as hard as the cucumber, carrot or corn on the cob, it was something. I was getting closer to orgasm when the hot dog broke in half. I cursed every swear word I knew as I struggled to get the broken half out of my cunt. After a brief struggle, I retrieved the broken wiener out of my vagina, rushed back to the fridge, grabbed two potential fuck sticks, repeated the thawing of them and returned to my bed. I fucked myself slower so the wiener would not go limp in me and although it took forever, to the point of frustration, I did come, although a rather lacklustre orgasm at best. I tossed the wieners on the floor and shook my head. What kind of deviant was I becoming? 11. THE QUESTIONNAIRE I went back to work Tuesday in a new wardrobe. I wore a new skirt I bought, that had a generous slip on the side if at the right angle, and black pantyhose as the slip would reveal too much potentially. I also had a meeting with the CEO about the summer campaign. Spanked to Submission: A Novella I got to work, trepidation filling me as I wondered what Ms. Audree might have in store for me. There was nothing waiting for me, so I logged into my computer and saw an e-mail from Audree. It included my schedule for the day and the following note: Dear Annie-girl, I will be in after lunch, as I have research to do at the patent office. Attached is a questionnaire for you to answer. I expect you to answer each question honestly and completely. I will expect it completed when I meet with you at 4:30. Ms. Audree I clicked on the attachment and was not surprised to see it was a sex survey. I looked at the clock and thought I only had ten minutes before my meeting with the CEO. So I closed out of the attachment and prepared for my meeting. The meeting went all morning and through lunch, which we ordered in, before finally finishing at two. I went to a quick meeting with marketing and another with accounting before returning to my office at 3:30. I was mentally exhausted as I collapsed in my chair. I yawned and then saw a note on my desk. Dear Annie-girl, I hope you are having a good day. I am looking forward to hearing about your weekend and reading your answers to my questions. See you at 4:30. Ms. Audree The note reminded me of the task I had not yet completed and I logged back into my e-mail. I downloaded the attachment and began answering the questions. 1. When did you lose your virginity...age, to who , how, did you like it, etc... I was in high school, 18, his name was Dennis, it was prom. How stereotypical can you get? I guess you could say it was okay, not thrilling by any stretch of the imagination. Although, I did feel a rush and yes I liked it, but didn't orgasm. 2. First time with a girl? It was in college, just one time on a drunken night out, we kissed and fingered each other to an orgasm. I liked it, but never did it again. 3. First time anal? Did u like it...do you like it now? Never did anal till I bought a butt plug a couple of years ago at the request of an online Domme I met and have occasionally used my vibe to fuck my ass. It hurt a lot more than I ever thought it would, never have really ever got used to it. So I wouldn't say I am a lover of it; haven't done it in a long time. 4. What was your sex life like with your husband? It was enjoyable, mostly missionary style love making, sometimes I would take it doggy style, and a few times on top, but after I was becoming more of a success, I felt like our love life went downhill, making me feel like less of a success, so it drove me to work even harder. 5. What toys do you currently enjoy? The ones I have are a vibe and a dildo; the vibe is blue, my favourite colour, and the dildo is black about 7" long. I have a butt plug. I don't enjoy much and haven't used in a long while. 6. Craziest three sexual activities? Not sure I have any, other than what you have ordered me to do these past two weeks. 7. 3 Craziest places you have had sex? What is crazy, in the back seat of a car? In a room full of people hoping one doesn't get caught, now that might be one. That would be about it for me, sorry. The living room floor? And the shower but does that even count? I finished the survey and considered that there was nothing overly incriminating in my answers. I did some simple paper work waiting for Audree to arrive. Like clockwork, she arrived at 4:30 and sauntered in like she owned the place, carrying, oddly, a cooler. She walked to my desk, without any pleasantries, her hand extended, "The survey, please, Annie-girl." I handed her a folder with my answers in it and watched as she read it. She shook her head and chuckled mildly as she perused it. Finally she asked, "Is this all true?" "Yes, Ms. Audree," I replied. "Well, then you have had one sorry sex life. You need me even more than I thought," she said, shaking her head, seemingly embarrassed for me. That was even worse then everything else, her feeling sorry for me. "You had an online Mistress?" "Yes, Ms. Audree, for a while, just a way to deal with my repressed sexual desires a couple of years ago. I was really lonely and well, it made me feel needed," I said, embarrassed at how stupid my answer sounded. "Well, now you have a real life Mistress," she shrugged, and then asked, "So did you come this weekend?" "Yes, Ms. Audree," I admitted. "Did you obey your orders, Annie-girl?" I replayed my weekend for her including the carrot, corn on the cob and the hot dog that I had used. I also said I considered using a bottle but was unsure if that would be disobeying my instructions. This made her smile, "Good girl, Annie-girl. You have made Ms. Audree very happy." She walked to the door and locked it. She returned and said, "Let's take a look at your cunt, Annie-girl. Let's make sure it has healed properly." She pulled me out of my chair and took my spot. I stood and took off my skirt. "Pantyhose," she said, disapprovingly, "I don't ever want to see you in these again. Unless they are crotchless." "But the skirt's slip goes up so high, Ms. Audree, that people would see," I explained. "So," she shrugged, as she opened my drawer and pulled out some scissors and cut a hole for access to my cunt. When the hole was wide enough, she looked at me, still annoyed and questioned, "And why, Annie-girl, are you wearing panties?" "Um-I-don't," I stammered, unsure how to answer the question. I finally finished a coherent sentence as I justified, "I thought that since my vagina, I mean cunt, was healed, I didn't need to leave it open anymore." She looked at me, irritated, "It is not your job to think, Annie-girl, That is my job, to think for you, do you understand?" "Yes, Ms. Audree," I whispered, scared of being disciplined. "Good. Now I expect you to wear either stockings with garter or thigh high stockings and your cunt, which I own, should never be covered with underwear, except during your period." She grabbed the scissors again and cut them completely and pulled them out and tossed them in my drawer. "Are you horny, Annie-girl?" she asked, in a gentle voice a mother may use to ask her daughter if she wanted a bedtime story. My wet pussy was a sheer giveaway. I answered, "Yes, Ms. Audree." "Sit on your desk and open your legs," she ordered. I obeyed and watched her reach for the cooler that she had put on the corner of my desk. My curiosity was answered as she opened it up and pulled out a Popsicle. She took off the wrapper and broke the Popsicle in two. She gave a seductive suck of the Popsicle before she looked at me with a devilish smile. I realized what she planned to do and watched as she violated me with a red Popsicle. She slid the whole ice cold Popsicle in me and I let out a stunned gasp. The coldness inside numbed me instantly and yet the feeling of pleasure warmed me. She asked, "How does it feel, Annie-girl?" "Good," I moaned. A sudden slap on my clit had me apologizing "Sorry, Ms. Audree, it feels really good, Ms. Audree." The frozen Popsicle melted inside me, my warm love canal an oven of lust. "Do you want me to fuck you with the Popsicle?" she teased, attempting to have me contribute to my humiliation. "Yes, Ms. Audree," I answered and added, hoping to please her, "Please fuck me, Ms. Audree." Seemingly pleased with my submission, she began to pump the melting Popsicle in and out of me. My moaning increased as the odd sensation pleased me. The constant Popsicle fucking continued for a few minutes until my orgasm was released; the most intense I have ever felt, red cum flooding out of me. I couldn't catch my breath as the intensity of the orgasm continued to shudder inside me. Ms. Audree pulled out the Popsicle, which was almost all melted, and ordered, "Open your mouth, Annie-girl." I obeyed and sucked my sweet cum and the remainder of the Popsicle, nowhere near as humiliated as I should have been by such an obscene act. Audree smiled as she reached for the other half of the Popsicle and surprised me by shoving it in my cunt. She stood up, pulled it back out and put it in her mouth. I watched in stunned silence as she purred, "Hmm, not bad," and left the office, leaving the door open. I quickly hopped down from my desk and grabbed my skirt. I quickly pulled it on me and collapsed on my chair exhausted, humiliated and, oddly, still horny. I made my way home in a daze and realized when I was lying in bed at night, slightly horny again, I didn't know if the food rule was still in effect. Having used the last of the hot dogs last night, I pondered what else might fulfill the purpose. After a couple of minutes, I thought to myself, this is silly; I don't have to masturbate myself to sleep every night. I closed my eyes and although it took a while, I fell asleep. Following orders, I didn't wear panties and I wore thigh high stockings, mocha coloured, with a long black skirt and white blouse. I arrived at my usual early time, wondering what possible humiliation Audree might have for me. Just before 8, my secretary came in and said that Audree had called in sick. She had faxed a daily schedule for me. I read the fax and saw the heading, Annie-girl's schedule. I shook my head and told Rose, my older secretary, that it was an inside joke, which was somewhat true. Relieved to have a day without sexual tension, I went to work. The day was uneventful and effective, the way my life was before Audree had spanked me. As I took the train home, I couldn't believe the empty feeling I had. I was truly sad that Audree had not shown up at work today. 12. THE EGG I headed to work and arrived at my old usual time, bright and early, before even my secretaries arrived. I sat at my desk and was surprised to see there was already a letter and a box waiting for me. I opened the envelope and read her now becoming daily letter: Dear Annie-girl, You have a very, very busy day today. I will be in around eight to help assist you with the Atwood Presentation for this afternoon. To keep you focused on such a day, I have a special gift for you in the box. I expect you to keep it warm until I am ready to retrieve it from you. Have a great day!!! Ms. Audree I read the letter three times wondering what could be in the box. Curious, I opened the box, and saw a small odd red cylinder. I looked at it confused, what could this possible be? It was rubbery and had a black loop on the end. I could not remotely conclude any purpose it could possibly have. Never mind why she wanted me to keep it warm. I shrugged and tried to consider how to keep it warm. Just as I was about to give up, I saw that there were instructions that went with it. It was called the Trinity Red 10-Function Egg. I read the instructions and learned it was a toy that offered stimulation to your pussy. I looked at it and couldn't figure out how that was remotely possible. After a few seconds I finally realized what its purpose was and how I was suppose to keep it warm. I looked at it closer as I tried to figure out how to turn it on. I read the rest of the instructions and it was also waterproof and had a remote control, which I noticed was conveniently absent. I spent another five minutes attempting to fathom how such a thing could be enjoyable and how I would be able to walk with it in me. I finally decided to just obey and try it out before Audree showed up. It was a bit of a struggle, but I got the toy in my pussy. It did nothing for me, but also wasn't unpleasant. I stood up and walked around with it in me; it was a slight distraction, but not really a big deal. I sat back down and began working. Ms. Audree came in as scheduled at eight, but just got to work, ignoring the fact that she had ordered me to put a toy in my pussy. After an hour of this, I asked, "Ms. Audree, can you please take out this thing from my pussy? I can't have it in me when our meeting starts." She said nothing as she walked to her purse. She grabbed some red thing and suddenly felt an unexpected buzz in my pussy. I moaned out loud realizing she had a remote to the toy in my cunt. She asked, "How does that feel, Annie-girl?" Disoriented by the buzzing, and the sensational feeling it was giving me, I stuttered, "Good." "Good what?" she asked, her voice clearly annoyed by my neglect of addressing her formally. "Good, Ms. Audree," I corrected, still greatly distracted. "That toy will stay in you all day, Annie-girl," she informed me nonchalantly. "No," I moaned, worried of the implications of her words. "That is five more spanks, Annie-girl. Do you want to go for more?" "No, Ms. Audree," I responded, not wanting to get any more spanks added to my punishment. "That's what I like to hear, Annie-girl," she said, and patted my head. Humiliation burned inside me while vibrations teased me. She pressed a button and the speed picked up. I moaned again and she pressed the button again and again until the vibrations in my pussy were shaking so fast, you could hear it working in me. "I'm going to come, Ms, Audree," I informed the 18-year-old, no longer able to control my body. "Come for me, Annie-girl," Ms. Audree said, as an orgasm quivered through me. While my orgasm began to subside, I felt the toy quit vibrating. 'Thank God,' I thought to myself, 'I would never make it through the day if that thing was on in me.' Ms. Audree got me focused and the next couple of hours we worked side-by-side, the toy in me, but not on. As lunch approached, she once again made a statement about who was in charge. "Annie-girl, I'm getting hungry. Go get me some lunch." Until now, that had been her job. This was just another piece of the power puzzle she was taking. Instead of fighting her on it though, knowing fighting over it was futile, I asked, "What would you like, Ms. Audree?" She smiled, knowing she had won again and gave me her order. As I was leaving, I felt the buzzing in me start again. I looked back at her startled and she said, "So you know I'm near, my Annie-girl." "Thank you, Ms. Audree," was the absurd words I said as I left my office to get food for my teenage assistant. I left and got lunch for both of us, getting hornier the whole time. Luckily, the vibration was on low and was more a teasing sensation than a pleasing sensation. A different security guard was on duty, which made me happy, one less awkward moment to potentially deal with. I returned with the food and Ms. Audree ate at my desk, while I ate on my loveseat; just one more example of her power play. The soft buzzing continued throughout lunch until Ms. Audree, without warning, turned it on high. The surprise change of acceleration inside me had me shaking and I began moaning like I was being fucked hard. Ms. Audree demanded, "Come for me, Annie-girl, come like the little slut you are." I don't know why, but being called a slut only got me hornier and within seconds I was coming like the slut she said I was. She turned the toy down again and just as I was finally getting my breathing back under control, she turned it on high again. I fell back onto my couch and closed my legs tight, letting the toy in me give ultimate pleasure. The sensations were so intense and extremely pleasurable, that I was so desperate to come again, I lifted up my skirt and started playing with my clit, ignoring the fact that an 18-year-old was at my desk watching me. I let out a semi-loud scream and came a second time, even harder than the first. Suddenly the buzzing stopped and I collapsed on the couch, feeling sweaty and exhausted. Ms. Audree said, "Annie-girl, we have to get going, our presentation is in an hour. You may want to get yourself a little more presentable. You look like a fucking porn star who just had multiple orgasms." She laughed and went back to work. I obeyed and went to the washroom to freshen up. I looked at myself in the mirror and barely recognized myself. My hair was a mess, my mascara was running and my cheeks were flushed. I did indeed look like I had just been fucked. Plus, I could feel my juices dripping down my leg. I dried myself up as best as I could and washed my legs and pussy. I ended up spending five minutes making myself look presentable and professional, before returning to my office. It was odd how quickly one can adjust to walking and working with a toy inside them. Eventually, I forgot it was in me. I made our presentation and it went well; Audree did twice turn on the toy, but turned it off just as quickly, clearly a solid reminder of who was really in charge, regardless of the outer appearance of the business men and women there. As soon as the meeting was done and the clients had all left, I felt the vibration begin again. Audree said, "I am rather tired, I am going home, Annie-girl." She turned up the vibrations and tossed me the remote. As she walked out the door, she added, "The toy is yours, Annie-girl. Have fun. Tomorrow is a very special, special day." I walked to my chair and sat at my desk. Oddly, I didn't turn down the speed of the toy, but instead lifted up my skirt and rubbed my clit as the toy thrilled me inside. I had one more orgasm from the strange toy and then pulled it out of my pussy. I tossed it in my purse and stayed at work for a couple of hours more before heading home. 13. THE THIRD FRIDAY; THE FIRST TASTE Knowing and accepting that I would be getting spanked today, I wore the comfortable sundress I had bought the past weekend; a dress that also gave easy access for Ms. Audree when she was ready to do with me as she pleased. It was strange that in just two weeks, I had accepted such an absurd situation. I didn't like it, but felt helpless to stop it. My brain kept arguing that such extreme submission was wrong, yet my body always seemed to overrule my logic. Audree and I worked together as a team, without a remote sign of the power she held over me. The day dragged on, which gave me all kinds of time to think about my spanking this evening. I couldn't quite place it, but something about Audree was different today. She was bubbly like an 18-year-old girl should be, not remotely showing the dominant side she had showcased the past two weeks. Deep down I could tell something was up, I just couldn't trying to figure out what it could be. As time wound down to 5 p.m., I was a lot more anxious for my spanking today, I couldn't believe it, but my body showed obvious signs of excitement for the upcoming humiliation. My pussy was wet and begging for attention, but I refused to fan the flames of my desire. I just needed to get the spanking over with, so I could get to my weekend, a weekend I planned to spend at home doing absolutely nothing, but relax. A little after 5, Ms. Audree entered my office and locked the door. She walked over to my loveseat and patted her stocking covered legs. She was dressed in a blue skirt, beige nylons, a pink shirt and a black vest. I approached her and without a single word, or a single protest, I lay across her knees. I could feel juice leaking out of my pussy as I lay over my 18-year-old black assistant. She lifted up my dress and still without one word being said she began to spank me. After about ten swats to each cheek, I was tearing up; at fifteen on each cheek I was crying, which is when it was supposed to end, but today she kept spanking me. Tears rained down my cheeks while she continued spanking me; my ass cheeks burning. During the last ten, punishment for an earlier moment of disobedience, incomprehensibly I started to feel even more aroused, and squeezed my legs together as tight as possible, to try to prevent Ms. Audree from becoming aware of my odd arousal. The last ten seemed to last forever as she would spank me and wait ten or twenty seconds, just long enough for me to begin to think she was done, and then add another. Even worse, I could not control my excitement and I started to leak onto Ms. Audree's leg. I felt ashamed and humiliated, getting spanked was degrading enough, but getting turned on by it was unsettling. When she finally finished, she still had not said one word. She continued to hold onto me with her one arm and started to rub my very red behind. Again, her touching me sent sparks to my pussy, and my legs spread on their own as more of my juices ran onto her leg. Her hand slid down between my ass cheeks and started to rub my outer lips, which made me let out a long low moan. She continued to stroke the fire between my legs, ever so slightly delving deeper into my pussy. I was being lifted to new heights from her gentle tender fingers, the same ones that were just spanking my ass a short time ago. I was completely losing all control as Ms. Audree's fingers were playing me like an instrument. Finally, Ms. Audree spoke, "Annie-girl, do you want me to stop or should I continue and finish what I started?" Spanked to Submission: A Novella Now here was the moment that I could have had stopped it all. I could have said 'please stop', but my head was spinning, her magical fingers having done a spell on me, and all I could think about was coming. So although I could hear my conscience screaming 'No ,no, no,', the words that came out of my mouth were the eager desperate words "Please don't stop, Ms. Audree." "If I continue, Annie-girl," she paused for a moment before warning me, "things will be different between you and me." She slid two fingers into my gaping cunt, "These past two weeks have all been a test of sorts for you, Annie-girl; I have asked you to do things, crazy things, humiliating things and not once have you denied me. You have had your pussy waxed, you have quit wearing underwear, you only wear skirts to work now, you have fucked yourself with food, you have came like a slut for my friend Tiara and you allowed me to control your pussy with a vibrating egg. And, of course, you have allowed yourself to be spanked and punished. It is clear that you are submissive and like being told or ordered what to do, as proof you are lying across my knee, with your pussy dripping on my leg." Humiliation was burning through me as she stopped talking for a bit to let me think about what she was implying. All of my focus at that time was on coming, although I had to admit that I hadn't had to think about much else other than the things she had me doing, at work or away from work. I couldn't deny her words. I knew deep down they were true. I had accepted all she had me do and felt a feeling of pride when I accomplished what she wanted me to do. "So what is it going to be Annie-girl? Are you ready to give yourself to me completely or should we just end this right now? If you say no Annie-girl, I will never bug you again, you will return to your humdrum pathetic existence you had before we started this game. Or you can submit to me entirely, understanding that if you submit, I own you." She pulled her hand away from my hot pussy. Immediately I was left wanting more, and I knew that the only way to cum was to submit to her. I threw away my pride and dignity and submitted, "Ms. Audree, I submit to you and will do as you wish." As soon as I announced my submission to her, she started to stroke me again, and I instantly could feel the most powerful orgasm building in me, and then just as my breathing was getting heavier, she stopped. I moaned, "Please don't stop." She spanked my ass hard and slid me onto the floor. "Get naked, slut," she ordered, her voice harsh and powerful. I hastily pulled the sundress over my head and tossed it on the floor. I unclasped my bra and tossed it aside too. I was now standing in front of my Mistress, wearing only thigh high stockings. She demanded, "On your knees, Annie-girl." I quickly obeyed, dropping to the floor like a puppy. Ms. Audree stared at me the whole time as she unbuttoned, ever so slowly, her vest. Underneath she was actually wearing a rather seductive sexy shirt with spaghetti straps. She looked at me, her large mountains of flesh barely contained by the flimsy shirt. She asked in a seductive purr, "Do you want to see what big girl breasts look like, Annie-girl?" My shame burned as I considered how this 18-year-old's breasts were so superior to my tiny little tits. I desperately wanted to see them, to touch them, to taste them. I answered like a shy little girl looking for approval, "Yes Ms. Audree, I desperately want to see your big girl breasts." Her smile still shined, "You have been wanting to see these since the first time you saw me, haven't you Annie-girl? Don't think I didn't notice you checking them out when we first met." The shame lingered on. She was right, I was jealous of her large breasts and my small ones. "Yes, Ms. Audree, I didn't know I wanted to see them when I first met you, but I do now." "Oh, but I knew," she purred. She lifted her thin shirt over her head and revealed her massive breasts to me. They were even larger than I had imagined. At least a 'd' cup size with big black areolas and large nipples that looked so appetizingly beautiful. I desperately wanted to suck on them, even though I considered myself straight as an arrow just two weeks ago. Ms. Audree pulled me up, grabbed my hands and brought them to her nipples and for the first time in my life I felt another woman's breasts. I was so scared because I wanted to please and not be a disappointment, as I often had been to my husband. Her nipples grew hard between my fingers, and I just looked at them in until Ms. Audree reached up with her right hand and grasped my hair, gently pulling my mouth to her right breast. I opened my mouth and sucked on her right nipple. I licked and nibbled, my hand gently squeezing her firm massive breast. While I was completely enchanted by her massive breasts, she said, speaking in a soft low tone, "Mmmm, you love my breasts, don't you Annie-girl?" I moaned a submissive yes, which was not good enough for her. She raised her voice and scolded me, "Answer my questions like an intelligent woman and not a stupid fucking child." Fearing more of her wrath, I pleaded, "Sorry, Ms. Audree, I love your big breasts, they are so much bigger than my tiny inadequate little things." "Yes, you do have pathetic little girl breasts, especially compared to my firm, large ones," she concurred, her voice back to her normal tone. "Aren't they the most beautiful breasts you ever saw, Annie-girl?" "Yes, Ms. Audree, they are perfect," I obediently agreed, giving out a moan, my mouth full with her beautiful round black breasts. The dirty talk and verbal self-adoration for her breasts continued as I continued to concentrate on her mounds of joy. "You love my big black real woman's breasts, not like your little girl breasts, don't you, Annie-girl?" No longer caring about the insecurity of my tiny breasts, I answered with what I thought she wanted to hear, "Yes, Ms. Audree, I love your breasts. Your big black breasts are way more spectacular than my tiny white ones." "It makes you want to worship these black superior breasts doesn't it, Annie-girl?" she asked, as she pulled her luscious breast away from me. I looked at her disappointed. I answered, "Yes, Ms. Audree, I love your big black breasts." "You want to be a white slut slave for your black Mistress, don't you Annie-girl?" It was the first time I had considered the racial issue in such a derogatory way. But as I flashed back to Brenda, Tiara and Ms. Jones, it was clear that she was setting me up to be exactly that, a white slut for black women. I looked at her perplexed while I tried to formulate an answer. Finally, succumbing completely to my desire for her, "Yes, Ms. Audree, I want to be your white whore." I returned to worshipping her breasts. After spending a few minutes pleasuring her big boobs, she leaned back into the loveseat, breaking contact with my lips, but still holding onto me by my hair. She pointed to a wet spot on her thigh and said mischievously, "I think you left a little something on my thigh here when I was spanking you, Annie-girl. Would you be so kind to clean it up?" I looked at her thigh and realized it was my own juices, which had leaked onto her. I stood up to get her a towel or cloth from the bathroom, but she held me firmly and instructed, "No, no, no, Annie-girl, I want you to lick it up with your slut tongue!" I had never even remotely considered the thought of tasting myself, and yet there I was, with no way out, unless I wanted it to end right then, but the feelings that were stirring inside of me, were far more powerful than any weak resistance my mind could offer. I knew I had to do it. As I lowered my head to her thigh, to lick my own cum off her, she moved her other leg wide so I could get a full view of her panties. They were white and had a large wet spot, and I could see her pussy lips' imprint almost staring me in the eye. As I licked my cum off her thigh, my eyes were glued to her covered pussy and the lingering scent that I was just starting to smell. As horrified as I was licking my own juices, my own body was betraying me as I had a burning desire to taste Ms. Audree. She saw me staring between her legs and stated confidently, "I see there is something you like, isn't there, Annie-girl?" Again I burned with embarrassment and was speechless, unable to utter a coherent thought. She stood up, me still on my knees, and ordered, "Remove my skirt and panties, Annie-girl. It is time to give you what you really want." My fingers fumbled with her side zipper, but finally got it down and I lowered it to her ankles and she stepped out of it. I reached up for her panties, her pussy just inches from my face, and the sweet scent of her aroma filled my nostrils; a strong smell, but one that only filled me with more unbridled lust. As I slid her panties down, I paused briefly to get a good look at her pussy. I wanted to lean forward and taste it right then, but fought the urge and let the panties slide down her stocking clad legs. She stepped out of her underwear and reclined on the loveseat again. This time she sat so her pussy was just over the edge and spread her legs ludicrously wide. I stared at Ms. Audree's shaved pussy and was in awe of the sweet sexy diamond patch just above it. Ms. Audree smiled, thrilled with my submission, "You have never ever eaten pussy before have you, Annie-girl?" "No, Ms. Audree," I answered, shaking my head. "Oh I think you are really going to like it, Annie-girl," she said confidently as she pulled my head between her legs, leaving me just an inch or two from her glistening wet pussy. I looked at it obsessively and sniffed in the erotic scent of it. She was so wet, and although my mind was disgusted by the thought of what I was about to do, my body was getting extremely excited. I could feel my own pussy start to leak down my leg once again. Ms. Audree held me at bay, making me just sit on my knees, between her black legs, anticipating my duty. She explained, "Now Annie-girl, a good white slut craves black pussy; a good white slave begs to eat black pussy." She looked at me at expecting a response so I begged, both because she wanted to hear me beg and because I desperately wanted to do it, "Ms. Audree, can your white slut please pleasure your pussy?" I couldn't believe I had called myself a slut, but the anticipation was killing me. I had one hand on her thigh and the other was between my legs touching myself. She saw what I was doing and ordered, "Both hands on my thighs, Annie-girl, this is going to be one of your new rules. You can not touch yourself or make yourself cum without my permission, EVER, is that understood?" I pondered the wording of one of the new rules, implying there would be many, but just nodded again, way past humiliation. She pulled me to her pussy lips and started directing me how to please her. I extended my tongue and she moved me around until she had my lips where she wanted them. At first the taste was odd and slightly gross, but it seemed to get sweeter and sweeter the longer I lapped at her pussy. I licked randomly at first, but became much more focused after hearing directions from Ms. Audree. Following her instructions, I moved slowly up and down her pussy lips, my tongue splitting her lips. Ms. Audree's breathing got heavier and she commanded I focus on her clit. I obeyed and concentrated on her big hard clit. Determined to get her to come, to be a good pussy eater, I focused even more. After a few minutes of constant licking and pressure, her legs squeezed my head and pulled me in deeper. I heard her scream and felt her juices spray over my face. I assumed I was done, but quickly learned that was not the case, "Don't you dare stop, slut." I resumed licking, attempting to retrieve all her juice that had exploded out of her. I began to enjoy the taste and began to savour her juices. As her moaning kept coming, I heard her order, "Finger me, slut." I followed her command and easily slid my finger into her soaking wet cunt. I went back to licking her clit as I began to pump my finger in and out. I began to feel powerful while between her legs as I was in control of her orgasm. It was the first feeling of power I had felt in a long time. It was exhilarating to know that her moans were because of me. Knowing she was close to an orgasm, I slipped a second finger inside of her cunt and pumped in and out of her as fast as I could. Her breathing got heavier and she began to get animated, "Finger fuck me, slave. Get your Mistress off. Make her come." I hooked my fingers inside of her pussy searching for her g-spot. It wasn't as easy to find as I thought it would be, but when I found it she screamed bloody murder a few seconds later and came a second time. Her juices again flooding all over my face. I kept my fingers in her until she pushed me away. She sat on the loveseat for another minute or two, letting the orgasm complete its journey through her body, while I sat on the floor. Finally she spoke, "Mmmmmmm, Annie-girl, that was awesome and to think this was your first time. You were like an old pro, Annie-girl. Maybe you are just a natural, a natural born cunt licker." I wasn't sure if that was a compliment or not, being a natural cunt licker wasn't one of the things on my bucket list. I was embarrassed by the statement, yet again oddly content that I had made her so happy. "So is my Annie-girl still horny?" she asked. "Yes," I whispered, still ashamed. She had me back on my knees and legs spread a bit as she used her right foot to slide up my thigh and then to my wide open and vulnerable pussy. She felt my trail of wetness and I spread my legs open even more. Her stocking-clad foot touched my super wet pussy. She rubbed her silk stocking toes up and down my pussy, getting her foot very wet. After a minute of this, my breathing already showing my excitement, she brought her foot to my mouth, and her left foot moved to my pussy. "Okay Annie-girl, please clean your slut juice from my stocking," she instructed, adding just one more layer to her many levels of humiliation. I did as I was told and brought my hands up and held her foot and licked my juices off her nylon-covered foot. I tried to suck my juices out of the sheer silk. Again, just when I thought it couldn't get any more humiliating, I couldn't fall any lower, she found a new way. She alternated each foot every so often over the next few minutes, each time I sucked my juice off her foot. I was on the edge of ecstasy as her foot playing between my legs teased me, and her toe occasionally slipped between my pussy lips; oddly the humiliation of it all was turning my pussy into an inferno. As I got closer to my much needed orgasm, I pleaded, "Ms. Audree, may I come please? I am getting so close, please?" I thought about just how low I had fallen in only two weeks; here I am in my office, my executive office, getting my pussy rubbed by a young girl's foot and I was begging her to give me permission to come on her foot. As absurd and ridiculous as it was, I couldn't stop it now, nor would I if I had the opportunity. She moved her foot away from my cunt. "Who do you now belong to, Annie-girl?" I didn't want to verbally admit it, but the fact was she had owned me for the past two weeks. So I admitted, "I belong to you, Ms. Audree." Although she heard my submission, she repeated the question, returning her foot to my cunt, "Who owns you, Annie-girl?" I repeated my answer, "You own me, Ms Audree." We repeated this verbal charade a few more times before she changed the question. "Who is my white whore?" "I am, Ms. Audree." "Who loves black pussy?" "I do, Ms. Audree," I moaned, as her foot parted my pussy lips. I was getting so close to coming, I didn't think I could hang on any longer. I begged her to allow me to come, but she ignored my pleas. "Are you ever going to disobey an order, Annie-girl?" "No, Ms. Audree," I whimpered, as her toe poked into my pussy. "Because you are my white trash whore, aren't you, Annie-girl?" I would have agreed to almost anything to cum at this moment as I replied, "Yes, Ms. Audree, I am your white trash whore." "Who's pussy is my foot playing with, Annie-girl?" she asked. I sighed, annoyed by the barrage of questions, and desperate to come, "This is your pussy, Ms. Audree." She was wearing me down, making me fall deeper and deeper into her web. "Yes, Annie-girl, you are now mine! And if you do as you are told, you will get this pleasure over and over and get special attention like this from me; but if you do not do as you are told, I can take this away." She removed her foot away from my pussy again. I begged desperately, "Yes, Ms Audree, I am yours and will be a good little white girl and do as I am told. Please, please allow your slut slave to come. Please, Ms. Audree!!!" She moved her foot back to my pussy and said, "Come, Annie-girl." And just like that, as soon as I heard her glorious approval, I had the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced, a trend that seemed to be happening often; each orgasm becoming more intense than the one before it. I grabbed her foot and fucked myself with it like a raving whore and rode the wave of my orgasm for all it was worth. A second, smaller orgasm triggered inside me and I continued to come on Ms. Audree's foot, like the white slut I apparently was. I am not sure how long the orgasms lasted, but I was in another world, feeling like mind and body had separated. As I was slowly getting back to normal, as if I would ever be normal again, Ms. Audree presented her foot that had fucked me to two orgasms to my mouth. Her stocking was soaked and I knew what was expected of me. I cleaned her foot soaked with my cum with my tongue. As I cleaned her foot, I had time to think about what had just happened, feeling humiliated again, my conscience back, I reflected on my downfall. How had I allowed myself to come like that on my assistant's foot? What had I become? As I was lost in my thoughts of what I was becoming, Ms. Audree pushed me away with her other foot, almost knocking me over. She stood up and began to get dressed and commanded me to go clean myself up in my bathroom. I rose to get up and go to the bathroom, but Ms. Audree pushed me back onto my knees and explained, "No, no, no, crawl, Annie-girl." I stayed on my numb knees and crawled, like a dog, to my bathroom. Once in the bathroom, I went to the shower. It was one of the perks of being a partner, having a bathroom in my office. I looked at my face in the mirror and saw my makeup was smeared and covered in Ms. Audree's pussy juice. As I licked my lips, I tasted myself on my lips and in my mouth. My face burned with shame. It was one thing to do what I did, but now to see the remnants on my face was a totally new level of humiliation. I broke down and cried hard. My tears flew out of me for a few minutes as I showered and washed away all my and her cum. But what I couldn't wash away was my shame that now overwhelmed me. I stood in the shower for at least fifteen minutes before stepping out of the shower and drying myself off. Once finished, I realized my clothes were out in the office. My resolve was now slightly back, and feeling stronger and confident, I decided I was going to tell Ms. Audree that this was going to end now. I stepped out into my office and realized Ms. Audree was gone; I went to retrieve my clothes and I couldn't find them. Then I saw a note where my clothes should be. It read: MY Annie-girl, On the desk you will find the clothes and shoes you will wear home tonight. There are no panties or bra for you to wear and that is how I expect you to be the entire weekend, no matter where you go, you will not be wearing either. And when at home, you will be naked at all times; of course, except if you have company which I doubt you would have anyway. One last thing, you will wear the heels at all times. Have a great weekend!!