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Who's The Boss? Ch. 01

By: Js_Keeper



It all began a little more than three months after I started working for Adrienne, an attractive and successful executive of an ad firm whose stylish offices were located in an upscale downtown high-rise office building. In that time we had developed a good working relationship, but other than some innocent flirting, everything was strictly platonic. 

All that changed one fateful evening.

One night I happened to return late to the office to finish up some work on a client presentation for the next day. I got off the elevator and proceeded down the hall to my office, when I noticed that the door to her office at the end of the hall was barely cracked open and the light on. 

Curious, I put my briefcase down in my office and walked toward her door. Just before I knocked I heard some strange sounds coming from inside the office. When I carefully peaked through the small crack in the door, I was shocked to discover my boss topless and kneeling on the floor next to her desk, sucking wildly on the cock of some young stud standing over her and holding her head as it bobbed up and down on him. 

I was totally astonished and amazed at what I was seeing, because I knew she was married and he was definitely not her husband. I knew instinctively that I should leave before being discovered, but at the same time I couldn't help watching. I saw everything perfectly from my secret vantage point and was totally transfixed on the incredibly erotic scene. With one hand she was pumping this guy's shaft and with the other she was caressing his balls, all the while alternating between sucking him deeply into her mouth and licking up and down his thick shaft and head. She was going at it like a woman possessed and he was obviously loving it, moaning with desire. His body suddenly tensed as he let out a loud groan, and I knew his cock was erupting into her mouth. He withdrew himself from her mouth after a few seconds, and I watched the last of his cum drop onto one of her bare breasts, trickling slowly down into the valley between them. 

At this point my cock was bulging in my pants, and though I wanted to stay to see what would happen next, I was too afraid of being seen. So I dashed down the hall to my office, closed the door and got busy with my work. It was incredibly difficult to concentrate, but I tried anyway. 

Sometime later I heard a knock at my office door. "Jason?" she called, obviously flustered to find me there. 

"Come in," I said. Taking a seat in the guest chair across from my desk, she began to ask questions in hopes of finding out how much I may have seen.

She looked at her watch. "You sure are working late tonight. You working on that big McNeil presentation?"

"Yeah," I replied, "I've just got a few more details to wrap up."

"So, you been here long?" she asked, trying to sound casual. 

"A while," I answered vaguely. I saw her obviously pondering how to find out how much I saw without coming right out and asking. I decided to turn the tables a bit. "How about you, what are you doing here so late?"

She looked nervously at the floor and answered, "Oh, nothing much, just catching up on a little paperwork myself."

"Have you been working late very much lately?" I asked further.

"Yeah, some."

"Does your husband mind you working late like this?" Before she could answer, I added, "You know I'm not married, but if you were my wife, I'd be pretty suspicious."

She shifted in her chair, now becoming obviously agitated. "He travels a lot, so I work late when he's gone." As soon as the words left her lips, she realized how it sounded, but it was too late. "I mean..., " she stammered.

I didn't miss the opportunity to shoot at the open net, and interrupted, "Oh, I see. The cat's away, so the mouse is playing?" I laughed snidely.

It quickly became obvious to her that her worst fears had been realized, and a look of dread came over her face. She still hadn't made eye contact with me since entering my office.

"You know you really should close and lock your office door when you are engaged in activities that you don't want your employees to see," I said. Then just to make it clear I added, "I saw everything."

"Oh my god," she blurted out. 

"You are one hot lady," I pronounced with a mischievous grin. "I would never have imagined you... well... OK maybe I have imagined a few times." I laughed at my own joke, but she obviously didn't see any humor in the situation. 

The fear in her eyes was evident, and I saw clearly that the knowledge I now possessed about her affair gave me great power over her. Without really considering the consequences of my actions, I immediately began to take advantage of it. "I suppose you'd rather this not become public knowledge," I said boldly. "And I especially don't think you want her husband to know about this, do you?" 

"What exactly are you asking?" she questioned, as the shame in her face turned to fear.

"Don't worry, I know how to keep a secret," I assured her. "But my silence will come with a few conditions."

"Conditions? Like what?" she asked wide-eyed.

My mind spun with the possibilities, but my arousal was still overwhelming from having just watched my slutty half-naked boss eagerly swallow some guy's cock and drink his come. I could have gone for a raise, or a company car, but I was thinking with my cock, not my wallet. I stood and moved behind her to close and lock my office door. An apprehensive look came over her face. "To begin with I want to see those pretty breasts of yours again - but this time a little closer." 

Her reluctance was obvious - the look of astonishment told me so. I could see in her eyes the frantic consideration of her predicament. Should she risk her marriage and public disgrace by refusing to show me something I'd obviously already just seen? Reluctantly she agreed to do as I asked. Her fingers trembled as she unbuttoned her blouse and slowly removed it. She unhooked the front clasp of her silky black bra and tossed it onto my desk with her blouse. She sat still, her hands in her lap, staring at the floor.

"Very nice, Adrienne - even more lovely than I had imagined for a woman your age. They real?"

"Yes," she said curtly, obviously offended by the age reference and fake boob insinuation.

Taking note of her rather erect nipples, I began to tease her. "Are you cold? Or are you maybe liking this just a little?" 

She didn't answer, but I sensed that maybe there was some part of her that was enjoying my attention. Was there more to the flirtatious exchanges we had shared than I realized? It figured what better time could there be to test the possibility. I stooped to cup her breasts with my hands, but she flinched away in response to my touch. 

"Easy," I said. "I just want to feel those gorgeous mounds." 

Gently I rubbed her nipples with my thumbs, and her eyes closed. Was she embarrassed or turned on? I couldn't really tell for sure.

"Where's the come I saw dripping between your tits before?" I asked.

"Gone," she answered tersely, her eyes still closed tightly. My thumbs rotated firmly and slowly in circles over her engorged nipples.

"Gone where?" I asked. 

"Just gone." She was resisting sharing the details with me, but I wasn't going to let her get away with it.

"Did he make you clean up the last drops with your fingers and lick them clean?"

"Yes," she finally admitted. I pinched the protruding fleshy buds between my thumbs and forefingers and pulled on them slightly.

"Did you stare at him with those sexy dark eyes of yours as you licked your fingers for him?

"Yes." I rolled her nipples back and forth in my fingers. She tried to stifle a low moan.

"Are you a little come slut?"

She didn't answer.

"Are you a cock-sucking, come slut?"

Still no answer.

"Answer me. Are you a come slut?" I said insistently, 

"No."

"Liar. You know you are. Admit it. I'll give you one more chance." I tugged briskly on her nipples and repeated my question. "Are you a come slut?"

"Yes." Her voice trembled slightly.

"That's better."

"Do you want to suck my cock and drink my come too?"

"No."

"Liar. You can't pretend with me. You've been flirting with me for months. Don't think I've missed the way you look at me during staff meetings. Now I know what you've been thinking: you want to know how my cock feels in your hot sweet mouth, and you want to feel my come sliding down your throat, don't you?"

She sat silent. 

"Don't you?" I asked loudly.

Still no answer.

I pinched her nipples harder than I had yet and then moved my hands to cup her face, still tilted down toward the floor and eyes still closed. 

"Look at me," I said sternly. When she didn't, I lifted her face toward mine. Her eyes opened, and there I saw pure, unmistakable lust. They gave me the answer I needed. I unbuttoned my pants and let them fall to the floor with my boxers. My almost fully erect cock sprang out toward her upturned face. 

Without a word her hand moved around me, slowly stroking me to maximum hardness. Her gorgeous eyes never left mine as she played. 

"I can't believe I'm doing do this," she said at last.

"You don't have to admit to yourself how badly you want it. You can blame me - say I forced you to do it. Tell yourself that I didn't give you any choice in the matter. But you will do it."

She bowed her head to take me deeply in her mouth. I was as hard as a rock as I pressed my rigid pole into the warm, soft wetness. Her reticence rather quickly turned to lusty eagerness, as she displayed her awesome mastery at sucking cock. I could tell she was almost as turned on as I was by this whole situation - maybe more. Within minutes she had me on the verge of coming, but I wasn't nearly ready to end it there - not nearly.

I withdrew suddenly, pulled up my pants and buckled and zipped them. Then I pulled her to her feet, turned her around and pulled her hard against me, my hardness pressing firmly against her ass through her skirt. One hand massaged her breast deeply, and the other slipped down over her pubes and into her cleft. She parted her legs slightly without me asking and I easily slipped a finger in between her wet lips and into her pussy. Slowly I teased a damp finger around her clit for a long while. Eventually I stroked her clit directly and she gasped. I kissed her neck and whisper in her ear, "Are you willing to do whatever I say in exchange for my silence?" 

She stammered her answer, "Yes... anything." I raise her skirt and discover that she wasn't wearing any panties underneath, just stockings and a garter belt. 

I smiled and asked her about it. "What's this? Dressing a bit naughty aren't you?

"It is my lover's preference," she explained. 

"Mine as well," I said. I ordered her to remove her skirt for me. She unzipped and remove it quickly and tossed it on the desk with her other clothes. I admired how sexy she looked in those sheer stockings and lacy garter belt. 

"From now on, whenever you wear a skirt or a dress to work, you will wear stockings and no panties. Understand?" 

"Yes," she replied simply. "I understand."

I suggested we move to her office, which was much bigger than mine, where we would have more room. She reached for her clothes, but I grabbed them before she did and locked them in my desk drawer, explaining that she wouldn't get them back until I was finished with her. She looked uneasy, because she knew that without her clothes she was even more helpless and at my mercy. 

I told her to go to her office and wait for me there and then watched her walk down the hall in nothing but her heels and stockings, admiring her nearly perfect ass as she went. She stepped quickly, obviously hoping that no one else was in the office at this late hour.

I grabbed some packing tape from a supply cabinet and went to her office, closing and locking the door behind me. When she saw the tape she ask me what it was for, but rather than tell her, I decided to just show her. I wrapped several layers of tape around her body just below her breasts, pinning her arms down to her sides. 

"Is this really necessary?" she protested as I applied the tape.

"Maybe not necessary, but fun." I said. 

"Fun for who?" she asked sarcastically.

"Now you can stop your vain protest. You know you are completely turned on by me taking control over you like this. This little bit of tape is just another step in the process."

Next I taped her hands, palms down, against the tops of her thighs. Her arms were now immobile, and she was completely helpless - even more than before. Finally, as a sign of my ultimate control, I placed a piece of tape over her mouth as well, muting her continued objections to being bound so. I cleared off the top of her large desk and helped her sit up on the edge of one end of it. I carefully laid her back with her ass just hanging off the edge of the desk. At first she squirmed against the coldness of the wooden desk beneath her, but she quickly forgot about it when she felt my hands push her legs apart and my face force its way between her legs. My tongue went to work, eating her with a furious passion, and she began to let out muffled moans from her taped mouth. Within a few minutes I licked her to two fabulous orgasms, one right after the other, her body writhing on the desk in fits of pleasure.

I decide she'd had enough pleasure for the time being - it was my turn. I rose and walked slowly around her desk, admiring her beautiful, bound, naked body laying there for me to do with as I desired. I continued circling her like a vulture circles its prey as I summarized the situation.

"I have very much enjoyed taking control over you, Adrienne, almost as much as you have enjoyed being under my command. And I'm happy to inform you that tonight is only the beginning. As long as you want me to keep your dirty little secret, you will continue to be my personal sexual slave whenever and wherever and however I want. Do you understand?"

She meekly nodded her consent. 

"Very well. Would you like me to fuck you now?" I ask dryly. She looked at me, this time with a pleading look, and nodded again. I dropped my pants and boxers and stepped out of them, my rigid cock springing out. I approached her as she lay helpless and wanting on the desk, and roughly pushed her legs apart. The desk was the perfect height, and I stood with my stiff member poised at her hot, waiting entrance. I teasingly rubbed the tip of it against her clit and down between her swollen lips, glistening with gush of her orgasms. I lifted her stocking-clad legs over my shoulders, and in a single, powerful move I pushed myself all the way into her soaking pussy until my balls hit against her ass. She cried out as loudly as she could through the tape.  

Immediately I began to pound her wildly, so much so that I had to wrap my arms tightly around her thighs to keep her from sliding across the desk. We both moaned deliriously with pleasure. As I hammered away at her hot pussy, her third orgasm, even more intense than the first two, washed over her. The tremors in her body set me off simultaneously, as my entire body convulsed with the power of my own explosion. I filled her full of my warm come and collapsed on top of her, resting my head between her breasts. 

After our orgasms subsided, I withdrew from her and lifted her from the desk into my arms, setting her down in her desk chair. I gently removed the tape from her mouth first, and we kissed immediately and passionately. Her kiss told me clearly how very much she enjoyed my domination, our tongues probing together furiously. 

I carefully removed the tape from around her arms and body, and lastly I un-taped her hands from her thighs. Her arms sprang immediately around my neck, and we kissed wildly again, stopping only long enough for her to ask me when we might do this again. 

"Soon, my little sex slave," I answered. "Very soon." 

Who's The Boss? Ch. 01



Preface:

My lover Nikki and I had talked for a while about having a threesome, and one day we decided to take it beyond talk and make it a reality. We got on the Internet and it took us about a week to find someone to play with. His name was Ben; he was in his early forties; tall, lanky, with brown hair and eyes - and bi-curious, as I also was.

Nikki insisted early on that everyone be prepared to have fun with everyone else, no holding back, or she wouldn't play. Both Ben and I agreed, understanding what it meant: both of us would have to have sex with each other - with another man - before it was all over.

End of preface.

Beginning of story:

We met at the hotel, had introductions all round, and went up to the room. We'd rented the place for a long weekend - Friday morning through Sunday noon - so there would be no need to rush through things. Once inside the room, we locked the door, made sure the curtains were closed, and then Nikki told us to undress, setting the example by stripping naked in record time. Ben and I followed suit, not looking at each other, and went over to stand by Nikki.

Ben stood on one side of Nikki with me on the other. I think maybe this plan still made us both a bit nervous, and as long as we didn't actually touch, it wasn't real.

Nikki was having none of it. She kissed Ben first, then me, then with a hand on my ass moved me closer to Ben, while pushing him toward me.

We were almost touching when Nikki spoke up. "C'mon, guys, you agreed to do this. Don't wimp out on me now."

She took a step back and thrust her shoulders back, spread her legs and planted her feet, thrusting her pelvis forward. "Neither one of you is getting any of this until you follow through."

She stepped back in and pushed us both the final step.

Our skin touched - and we didn't die. We didn't burst into flames, we didn't go insane. In fact, while it felt strange, it also felt kinda - nice.

Nikki took my hand, wrapped my arm around Ben's shoulder. She walked around to the other side, sighing, and took Ben's hand and wrapped it around my waist.

"C'mon, guys... it's not going to kill you. But I might," she warned, her brown eyes flashing fire. "Just kiss, and we can get started."

I looked at Nikki and I melted. My body, once taut with tension, molded itself to Ben's.

It seemed like the signal he'd been waiting for. He leaned forward into me, and our lips met.

The kiss was tentative, still strange. As Nikki's gentle whispers urged us on, we gave ourselves to it, lips clinging, exploring, tongues entangled.

I could barely hear Nikki now as the kiss enkindled a hunger in us both, and became fiercer, more demanding. Kissing became nibbling and finally biting, our hands now moving across the other's hot flesh.

I curled my fingers in Ben's hair and roughly pulled his head back. My teeth fastened in his throat and he gasped, his lower body tight against mine, his hands moving on my ass, up my back.

Now Nikki stepped in to kiss me, then Ben, taming the hunger with her wet mouth. We were feverish with passion. My skin felt taut, as though it would split unless I gave the passion full rein.

Ben's mouth moved across my chest, licking, biting. Nikki's tongue was in my mouth and our tongues dueled with a fire neither had ever known before.

Her voice was soft in my ear. "Touch him, Mark. It's okay. You know you want to. He wants this, too. Just trust me, and let go."

Nikki took my unresisting hand, guided it to Ben's cock. As my fingers touched the smooth skin, he stiffened with a little gasp. My fingers traced the length of him, cupping him gently, stroking from the base to the head, lightly, over and over again. I squeezed gently and he shuddered. his eyes rolling back.

Nikki touched my arm and sank to her knees. She looked up at me with a mixture of passion and tenderness in her eyes; then she took me in her wet mouth.

I clutched tighter at Ben's cock, wringing a gasp from him. Her mouth slid smoothly up and down my shaft, going deeper each time, till my cock was buried in her mouth, just inside her throat. She swallowed once, and I gasped.

She guided Ben's hand to my cock now, relinquishing it with her mouth, and as he touched me, she took him in her mouth, letting me watch her pretty mouth engulf him. He gripped me hard, stroking fast, but Nikki's hand on his wrist slowed him. She pushed us into each other and began to take turns with us, one in her mouth for three thrusts, then the other.

We clutched at each other, moaning, not knowing and not caring that it was a man we touched.

Nikki rose to her feet, still clutching us, and gave us both a deep kiss. "Come to the bed, lovers. I want to watch you with each other, and then I want you to make love with each other, and with me. C'mon."

The bed wasn't that far away - good for me; my knees were weak from both Ben and Nikki's ministrations. She pushed Ben onto the bed, made him lie flat on his back, his legs spread. Then she turned to me.

"Mark, I want you to get up there and suck his cock. I want you to treat him the way I treat you - tease him till he can't stand it, and then back off. Tease him some more, then back off - and when he can't stand it any more, I want you to hold him in your mouth while he cums, and swallow it all. Will you do that for me?"

I looked into her eyes, and if there had been any rebellion left in me, it was gone in that instant. I merely nodded, and climbed up on the bed.

Before, I hadn't had a chance to properly appreciate Ben's cock. He was throbbing, the blood pounding in the big vein, and it must have been at least nine inches long, and correspondingly thick. How the hell was I going to do this?

I looked at Nikki, four inches shorter than me, and decided if she could do it, so could I. For Nikki, I'd find a way to make it happen.

But first I looked at Ben. I leaned up over him, my cock bumping against his, and I kissed him. This time there was no resistance in either of us; the kiss was as gentle and as genuine as any I've ever given, any I've ever had.

Moments later, I turned around and knelt above him. My tongue reached out, to lazily swirl around the head, not only touching but tasting. Ben moaned quietly and I experimentally licked again, longer this time. I was rewarded with a louder moan. My fingers reached underneath his balls, cupped them gently as I took the head into my mouth and sucked lightly.

Ben jerked, his hips thrusting upward, and I took another inch or two into my mouth. Behind me, Nikki stroked my cock, keeping me hard - as if there was any longer any doubt of that! - occasionally stopping to lick along my shaft. I moaned with three-quarters of Ben's cock in my mouth, and Ben groaned deeply as the sound sent ripples down his shaft, all the way to his balls.

Nikki walked up to stand beside me, her fingers lightly caressing from my ass to my shoulders. My mouth was full, so kissing was out of the question; but she bent down and bit my ear gently. and then whispered, "Do you trust me?"

I let my eyes answer: Yes.

She put one hand on my neck, caressing, then abruptly shoved my head down with all her strength. The last of Ben's cock popped into my mouth, down my throat, and Nikki said quickly, "It's okay, Mark. You can breathe. Just take it easy - don't fight it."

I was pretty sure I was dying, but I trusted her, and after a few panicked moments I realized she was right- I could breathe. The realization made me relax a bit and my throat muscles ceased to spasm. I breathed deep, Ben's entire cock still buried in my mouth, down my throat.

Nikki let go of my neck and I moved up, going all the way up his cock, leaving only the head in my mouth. I moved down, slower this time, meeting resistance at the back of my throat again, but I knew it could be done, and I did it. taking it all the way down my throat.

My short but sharp nails teased his balls as I worked his cock in my mouth, moving up and down, corkscrewing a bit on the downstroke, taking him into my throat again and again. I wasn't doing this for Nikki now. I was doing it for Ben, and for me. Finally, with every inch of him in my throat, I slammed him into my mouth with a series of short jabs.

I felt him cumming before it happened, and I swallowed him down three times before it burst out of his cock and down my throat. I swallowed like a man dying of thirst, taking every hot drop, letting none escape.

I held him in my mouth until the last spasm, the last ripple worked down his spine, and then I gently moved my mouth up, sucking gently as I did, raking my teeth along his shaft as a final tease.

I moved off the bed and Nikki met me, her mouth meeting mine in a kiss that was half-crazed. I could scent her arousal, and a careful finger-probe settled the matter; she was drenched to the point of dripping from watching us. Her hand slipped down to encircle my rigid shaft as I tried to grind against her, my arms going around her to pull her tight against me. Our mouths met, our tongues circling each other like moths circling a porch light. She moaned when she realized I hadn't swallowed all of Ben's cum, but had reserved some for her. She went after it frantically, like this was the only chance she'd ever get to taste it. I leaned in and bit her neck and her hand tightened on my cock. I groaned; I was horny as hell, I wanted to cum and I didn't care how or with whom. No matter how it happened, I was sure it would be mind-blowing.

Nikki fell to her knees on the carpeted floor and took just the head of my dick in her mouth. I almost came right then, but she turned her head so far as my cock would allow her and motioned to Ben. He came over to us, still somewhat wobbly from his orgasm, and knelt next to her. His hands went to her breasts, started to tease them and play with her nipples. She moaned and I felt it all the way down my shaft, but then she raised her head. "Come over here, Ben," she said. "Your turn."

If he'd felt reluctance earlier, it was clearly all but gone now. He took my cock loosely in his hand and looked up. His eyes met mine and a variety of emotions played across his face - chiefly, I think, wonder. Then he lowered his head and his tongue lapped at the head of my cock, slowly. In fact, he went a bit too slow for my taste and I hissed impatiently. He looked up at me again and gave me a twisted grin. "Relax," he said. "I'll get there. I can only give my first blow job once, and I want to do it right. Ease down and I'll take care of you."

I hitched in a ragged breath and tried to relax. Ben looked up at me a moment longer, then bent down again and began running his tongue from the head down the shaft. One hand cupped and gently squeezed my balls as he teased me with his tongue. I shivered, my cock hard as stone as he traced his tongue back up the shaft to the head, then took it in his mouth. He held it there for a second, as if getting used to the feel of it, then slowly ran his mouth down my shaft, licking as he went. He got about four inches into his mouth before he stopped and came back up... licking... licking. I was moaning loudly. My first experience with a man... so far it was so much better than I had expected. My eyes closed as he gently sucked the head a few times... then I felt his teeth close on the supersensitive skin just under the head.

I hardly dared breathe. His tongue continued to swirl about the head, and the pressure of his teeth made a mild adrenaline surge shoot through me. He took me completely out of his mouth, then he began to bite his way down my shaft. He maintained a very light pressure of his teeth against my skin, and the danger of it ran through my veins like lightning. Part of me wanted to pull away; the other part had no will to resist as he took me in his mouth again and glided his teeth down my cock, going farther than before. Then his teeth retracted from my skin and he began to suck. His mouth moved back up my shaft, licking and sucking, and on his next thrust, he buried my dick in his mouth, taking nearly all of it.

Nikki had been kissing us both anywhere she could reach, but now she lay on her back and leaned up to lick my balls, slow, wet swipes of her tongue that made the blood sing through my veins. One hand went behind me and she slipped a finger between my cheeks to probe gently at my asshole. She pushed a little, just the tip of her finger entering me; then she pushed in a little farther, Ben's mouth gliding up and down my cock. Finally his lips were right up against my balls and the head nudged the back of his throat. He swallowed and Nikki pushed her finger all the way up inside me. I tensed, but that's when Ben swallowed my cock.

I almost came.

Nikki was pushing her finger in and out of my ass and Ben began to move back, sucking hard, his mouth maintaining an almost-vacuum around my steel-hard dick. He kept his mouth moving - up and down, up and down, licking and sucking, nibbling now and again. Nikki added another finger and I gasped, but my cock jerked harder still. When she was sure I was relaxed, she reached for a tube of silicone lube I hadn't seen before and began to work the cold stuff into my asshole.

I didn't know how to feel, my mind was whirling. My lover was preparing my ass to be fucked by my other lover, who was giving me one of the best blowjobs of my life. She finger-fucked my ass slowly, licking and sucking my balls, her tongue fluttering slowly against my perineum. She knew exactly how much I could take without cumming outright, even with Ben added to the equation. She added more lube and her fingers now glided into me instead of pushing me aside. She smiled up at me. "There, that wasn't that bad, was it?"

I couldn't answer. Between Ben's mouth and Nikki's fingers, I was on the knife edge of orgasm . Sensing it, she told Ben to slow down gradually - "keep him hard, but don't make him cum." Ben pulled his mouth off my cock and smiled, then began to lick and suck my balls. That's when Nikki added a third finger.

I yelped, caught between pleasure and pain. Ben pulled away long enough to squirt a little extra lube up my ass and Nikki's fingers eased it in. It was still a little painful, but I continued to relax and soon she was back to gliding her fingers out of my tightly clutching ass - only now it was three fingers.

I hadn't noticed until now, or maybe there hadn't been anything to notice before, but Ben's cock was standing straight out again. I reached out to give it a gentle stroke and Nikki said, "Perfect!". She pushed us into a hot 69 and while we sucked each other, she started lubing Ben's butt.

Ben and I were lying on our sides - much easier on the neck than the traditional 69 position - and I was in an ideal position to watch as Nikki fingered his ass, following the same procedure she'd used on me - first one finger, then lube - two fingers, more lube - and finally three fingers, as far and as deep as she could go, spreading him wide, and lots more lube. Ben had taken my cock down his throat several times so far - he learned faster than I did, though I could tell I was no slouch at it, either - if the look on his face was any indication, anyway.

Nikki finished her lubing chores and moved to sit where we could both watch. She spread her legs wide and pulled her folds apart; then she slowly and deliberately pushed two fingers into her soaking pussy. Ben and I broke apart to watch her, but our fingers curled around the other's cock and stroked sensuously, keeping ourselves hard - though the show Nikki was putting on would have done that on its own! She watched us stroke each other and her fingers pumped into her pussy faster, harder. She moaned, a long, throaty sound that sent chills up my spine as I teased Ben's rigid shaft. She twitched several times as she gave her clit some quick flicks with one juice-covered finger. "Get over here," she commanded. "I need to be fucked - now!"

Happy to oblige, we moved forward as one. Nikki smiled wickedly as her fingers continued to tease her swollen clit. "Oh, fuck," she moaned, "how, to choose...?" She shut her eyes tight for a second, then opened them again. "Ben - I want you in my pussy." She lay on her back, legs spread wide, knees up and feet flat on the bed.

Ben didn't hesitate. He took her hips in his hands and slid his hardened shaft deep into her. She groaned and pushed back into him to take all of him. "Mark, get behind Ben. Fuck his ass while he fucks my pussy. Hurry... I can't wait... I'm too hot...."

I moved behind Ben and grasped his hips, lined up my cock with his ass. I hardly dared breathe as I felt the head of my cock push against him. I went slowly, but never moved backward... just pushing inexorably until the head of my cock popped into his tight ass. I paused to let him become accustomed to the feeling, then pushed forward again, slowly. I felt him push back against me, forcing my shaft deeper and I began to fuck his ass, gently at first, then as he showed no sign of discomfort, harder... deeper.

I filled him to the hilt as he filled Nikki to the hilt. God, how can I describe that feeling? He was tight and slick as any woman, but his body was hard and lean against mine. We found a rhythm then, pulling back and slamming forward as one, Ben fucking Nikki, me fucking Ben. Every time I surged into him, he slammed forward hard and buried his cock deep into Nikki's wetness, as deep as it would go, bouncing off her cervix again and again. Our voices were entangled, too, moaning and groaning, and once again I found myself on the razor's edge. I hadn't cum yet and my cock felt enormous, hot and swollen as I slammed it in and out of Ben. I no longer worried about hurting him and I pounded him hard and deep, driving him into Nikki over and over and over... We fucked and fucked and fucked and suddenly I went completely over the edge, filling Ben's ass with a torrent of hot sticky juices, cumming like a waterfall. That set him off, too, and he exploded deep in Nikki's tight cunt and she wailed and screamed and came as we continued to fuck, drawing it out, making it last as long as we could. If I lived to be a thousand, I would never forget this night, this forbidden ecstasy. Never.

Never....



Who's The Boss? Ch. 02



Author's Note: Although you can enjoy the story as a stand-alone, I recommend reading Chapter 1 in order to get the context of this story.

Comments are welcome.

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The next morning Adrienne walked quickly past my open office door on the way to her own office. I smiled to myself as I noted that she was wearing a skirt, and I wondered if she'd obeyed my instructions to wear stockings and no panties whenever she wore a skirt or dress. 

"Good morning, Adrienne," I called as she disappeared down the hall without so much as a glance my way. I considered whether this cold shoulder meant she'd reconsidered our agreement, or if it was simply her way of playing it cool. I decided not to wait to find out. I gave her just enough time to get to her office and immediately dialed her extension. 

"RJ Marketing, this is Adrienne," she answered. 

"Good morning, Adrienne," I repeated my greeting. There was silence at her end for several long seconds as she considered what to say.

"Good morning, Jason." She sounded aloof and business-like. "What can I do for you?"

The double-entendre question struck me as hilarious, and I laughed out loud, but she remained quiet. 

"Come on Adrienne, lighten up." 

"I don't think that would be a good idea, Jason." She suddenly lowered her voice to a whisper and explained, "People might get suspicious if we start to act all friendly. I'm still your boss, and we have to maintain appearances." Her tone was softening, and I began to feel hopeful about her interest.

"So you haven't changed her mind, then?" I asked.

"Changed my mind?"

"Surely you haven't forgotten our arrangement. Remember?" Your complete submission to my sexual desires in exchange for my silence in the matter of your indiscretion with a certain young stud?"

"That's sounds a like blackmail to me," she whispered as loudly as she dared.

"It's really not."

"How can you say that?"

"Because it's not blackmail when it's your choice."

"I'm not following you."

"You want more of my domination. You want to be my sex slave."

"Lower your voice, Jason, please. Is your office door closed? Jeesh, are you crazy?"

"Yeah, I'm a little crazy this morning after last night. And yes my door is closed. Relax will you?" 

"How can I relax? My whole world is turned upside down!" she exclaimed. "This has to stop."

I tried to calm her down. "I think you are being a bit melodramatic. This is just a man and a woman enjoying a little fun and adventure together, that's all. And you certainly seemed to want more adventure last night - you even asked for more. Remember, last night, after came over and over from me licking your sweet cunt and fucking you like mad with you bound on top of your desk, you asked me when we could do it again. Don't you remember?"

"OK, I'll admit I got caught up in the moment. I'll even admit it was a kick being helpless that way - to be in total submission and completely at someone's mercy." 

"Complete at MY mercy," I interjected, "not just anyone's. It was MY domination you enjoyed." 

"Sure. OK I did enjoy it. It was a fun little game - pure fantasy fun. But this is real life, and it's all very different in the light of day. We can't do this. I can't do this. I'm your damn boss, Jason. Don't you see how dangerous it is? Isn't there something else we can work out? How about a bigger office, or better assignments, or a raise?"

"Those things don't interest me, Adrienne. It's not what I want, and it's not what you really want either. You crave the thrill and the danger of surrender. You got ten times more excited being bound and fucked on your desk than you did from sucking lover-boy's cock, didn't you? He's never done anything like that to you has he?"

"That's none of your goddamn business," she stammered. She wouldn't admit it, but she knew I had her pegged. "And stop calling him lover-boy, his name is Evan." There was another long pause, and I let her mind wander, figuring she was probably recalling the details of the previous night.

"Adrienne?" My voice snapped her back to reality.

"What?" She exclaimed, sounding as if I had just caught her in mid-fantasy. 

"We're going to lunch today - we have a lot to talk about. Meet me at Shruff's Grill on 23rd at 12:00 sharp. You know you want to, so don't pretend to argue with me about it," I said sternly.

"And how are you so sure I want to?" she asked insolently.

"Why else would you be sitting there without any panties on?"

Without waiting for an answer I hung up the phone. 

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 

I had a double martini waiting for her at our table when she arrived. Her nervousness was evident, and while sipping vigorously on her drink, I noticed her eyes shifting about looking for anyone who might know us.

"Adrienne, relax," I said, "I chose this place because it's out of the way - no one from the office comes here. I'm not stupid."

"I never said you were stupid, Jason. I just said it was too dangerous."

"That's a bullshit answer, and you know it," I said adamantly

"It's not bullshit. This could get me fired. Hell, it could get us BOTH fired."

I shifted forward in my seat and leaned toward her, resting my folded arms on the table in front of me. I stared into her eyes, and to my surprise she didn't look away.

"You liked what I did to you yesterday. You can't deny how turned on you were. I mean you were totally..."

"I already admitted..." she quickly started to interrupt, but just as quickly I cut her off. 

"Uh, uh. Don't interrupt me. I'm not finished. If you were really worried about getting caught, you wouldn't be fucking around with young stud-ly boy, would you? Oh, I mean Eric or Evan or whatever his name is. No, Adrienne, it's not fear of getting caught that's making you want to run from me. It's another kind of fear. You are afraid of what was awakened in you yesterday. You are afraid that you liked submitting to me and being under my control. It doesn't fit your corporate hot-shot-bitch self image to be so turned on by letting someone else take you like that, and it fucks up your mind to think about how much you loved being bound and fucked senseless. So you want to run."

It was obvious my words had struck a nerve. She lowered her eyes away from mine, almost ashamed at the dawning of this truth. She stared blankly into her empty martini glass, lost for a meaningful response.

I continued. "What you don't understand is that submission is not weakness. Not at all. It takes a very strong woman to let go of the paradigm she's worked up to her whole life long - the paradigm that you have to do it all on your own. I mean, look, here you sit today, you've shown that you can do it all on your own: you're at the top of your career, making big bucks, driving a nice car, living in a fabulous penthouse apartment, with a rich trophy lawyer husband, and a hot lover (or is it lovers?). You have everything. Right?"

"I guess so," she answered with a shrug, then added, as she felt it necessary to clarify, "and Evan is my only lover." 

"But now that you've arrived, now that you are in charge of it all, you find it's not fulfilling you. Something is missing, and I can tell you exactly what it is. Sure, you are in charge of all those things: career, marriage, home - they're all your domain. You even take care of maintaining your own car, don't you?"

"Sure, I always have," she admitted reluctantly, but with an air of pride.

"This affair with Evan, it's all on your terms too, right?" I asked.

"Well... I ... I don't know." It was clear that she'd never really considered this question before. 

"You set the appointments, you tell him where and when to meet you. You pay for the hotel rooms and the meals. You..."

"OK. OK. I get your point." I could tell she wasn't comfortable with where this was going, and agreed with me hoping to somehow stop the line of questioning. It didn't work. 

"Oh, and there's more. I'm willing to bet you another martini that you haven't slept with your husband in over a month, and even then it was duty sex."

"That's none of your fucking business," she said vehemently. But the answer to my question was in her voice, and I knew I was right even without her saying so. 

"I can tell you why, too. You've lost your respect for him. Sure he's good looking, very fit and trim; maybe you'd even call him gorgeous. He was great in the sack at the beginning, too, but then problems started to develop. You made sure going into it that your marriage would be an equal partnership, or maybe even swing a little toward you in the leadership department. At your insistence, you have your own money, your own space, and your own social life. But over time all this separate-ness drew you apart. Now your paths only cross when you can coordinate calendars far enough in advance, but that's about it. You thought that you'd have so much freedom by setting things up this way, but instead what you got was a sterile marriage - totally lacking in intimacy or passion." 

"So, what are you, my analyst?" Her defensiveness told me I was hitting close to home.

"No, I just see things for what they are," I replied. "Shall I continue?"

Despite her reticence, She was beginning to be at least a little intrigued by how well I'd painted a portrait of her life. "Sure, why not?" 

"So you go out looking for the intimacy and passion that's missing in your marriage, but you can never seem to find it. Great, hot sex, sure, but it still leaves you empty and wanting. I'm sure Evan is one in a string of lovers you've taken. They never seem to last do they? No, and I can tell you why. It's because you think you have to find weak-minded men that you can control. They're all just like your husband in that they allow you to keep things on your terms. You think that power and control are what will guarantee your freedom and happiness. But you have doomed yourself in doing so, and you've found out you're not free - you're trapped."

"Doomed? Trapped? Oh please, do tell." Her tone mocked me, but I knew she really did want to hear what I had to say.

"OK, so here's the whole point of all this. Yesterday, the missing piece fell into your life from out of the blue, and you don't know what to do with it. As you were lying bound and gagged on your desk, writhing under my tongue and cock, you encountered total surrender for the first time in your life. You found the freedom you've always craved, but never attained, and you LOVED it - so much that you practically begged me to do it again."

"I didn't beg," she insisted.

"OK, maybe not, but you did ask for more. You desperately want more. Your naked ass gives your true desires away."

"You said I had to," she said defensively.

"But you did it because you wanted to. This morning, as you stood staring into that drawer full of pretty panties, you weren't thinking about my threat to divulge your extra-marital secret. You were thinking about how much it would turn you on to walk around all day without any panties just because I wanted you to."

She slumped back slightly in her seat and stared vacantly out the café window. I could see that she was trying to absorb all that I'd said.

After giving her a few seconds to gather her thoughts, I continued. "It may take you some time to come to terms with the truth of all this, Adrienne, but if you think about it, you'll see that what I've said is completely true. Despite how you've been programmed for independence your whole life long, what you really want is to surrender to someone. You want a man to take care of you for a change. You want someone else to be in charge and take the control that has always been yours; control that you've always born so proudly. The real freedom and satisfaction you seek will come only from total abandonment of power to another. And that someone is me."

"You, Jason? You think I want to abandon my power to you?"

"That scares and confuses you, doesn't it? I'm your fucking employee, after all, and it doesn't make any logical sense."

"No it doesn't make sense - and it scares the shit out of me. Partly because my head tells me it isn't at all what I want, that you are totally wrong about me..." She turned sideways in her seat and crossed her sexy legs as she thought carefully about what to say next.

"This is strange new territory, I know." I rose from my seat and tossed a $20 bill on the table in front of her. "Enjoy your lunch. Take some time to think about what I've said. If you are honest with yourself you'll soon discover how right I am about what it is you really want."

I walked around to her side of the table and bent down to whisper in her ear, "If it helps you deal with all the doubts, just ask yourself why it is that your pussy is completely soaked right now. You don't even have to check. You know it is."

I started to leave, but after a few steps I stopped and turned to face her. Her face was bright red, and I knew I'd called her wetness rightly. Before turning to make an exit I smiled and said confidently, "Not that it really makes any difference, but I never was going to tell your husband or anyone else about what I saw you doing on your knees in your office last night. I'm telling you this because you don't need a threat any more. You know what you want, regardless."

I wasn't really surprised when she didn't return to the office for the rest of the day. 

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The next morning there was a noticeable shift in her demeanor toward me. She stopped at my open office door and greeted me with a pleasant smile.

"Good morning, Jason. We'll need to get together later this morning to go over that McNeil presentation you've been working on. I want you to come by at..." She stopped herself mid-sentence and softened her tone. "What time would you like to meet?"

I returned her smile, and with knowing look that acknowledged her quick shift to being more submissive, I complimented her on her pretty red satin dress. I wanted badly to toy with her about what she did or didn't have on beneath it, but instead I simply said, "We'll meet at 9:30 in your office."

At 9:20 I called her and she answered as usual, "RJ Marketing, this is Adrienne." 

"Is your pussy naked and wet again?" I inquired, boldly guessing at her obedience and her state of arousal.

"Naked, yes. Wet, maybe," she answered playfully.

"Well I want it nice and wet when I get there for our meeting. I want to be able to smell your sopping sex on the middle three fingers of your left hand," I said and then hung up.

A few minutes later I grabbed my laptop and the partially used roll of packing tape from our first encounter and headed to her office. The door was closed, and I was tempted to barge through it to catch her playing with herself, but I realized that would be an obvious breech of existing protocol. So I simple informed her secretary, Nikki, that I was here for our scheduled meeting. She called Adrianne through her intercom and after gaining her approval told me to go in. 

As she stood to greet me, it was obvious to me from the way her dress fell that she'd had it bunched up high, obeying my instructions. As I took my seat in the comfortable leather chair in front of her desk, she moved quickly behind me and closed the door, after instructing her secretary that we are not to be disturbed during our meeting. 

On her way back to her desk she paused to slowly waive her three fingers, one at a time, under my nose. They were rank with sex and still slightly damp. After she took her seat I placed the roll of packing tape on her desk.

"This is to stay here - as a reminder," I said lightheartedly. 

"Does this mean we are ready to proceed then?"

"I take it you spent yesterday afternoon considering what we spoke of at lunch. Tell me what you are thinking about it all."

She sat up straight in her chair and spoke with a hint of excitement in her voice. "I went for a long drive, way up into Mission Ridge Park. It was a pretty, sunny day. I just pulled into this fantastic overlook, where there was a bench under some pine trees. I must have been there for hours, just sitting and thinking about everything. I have to say that even though I really didn't want to believe it, the more I considered it the clearer it all became. The way you described my life, I mean, it was almost uncanny. It all hit me really hard. I had to work through all kinds of emotions, but the bottom line is that what you are offering is what I want. It's what I need." 

"How many times did you make yourself come while you were at the park?"

Adrienne blushed and looked at me with surprise. I suppose the frankness of my inquiry caught her a little off guard.

"Twice," she said, her eyes shyly avoiding mine.

"Your first orgasm came as you were recalling the details of our first encounter. Tell me what you were thinking about during the second one."

She didn't correct my assessment, but simply protested the line of questioning. "I don't think I can do that."

"If we are going to move ahead with this, Adrienne, you are going to have to get comfortable with the idea that I own you sexually. That includes everything you think and do when it comes to your sexuality. Nothing can be hidden. Is that clear?"

"Yes, but -"

"No buts. Just yes or no."

"Yes."

"Good. Now you told me you found a bench under some trees. Is that where you had your first orgasm?"

"Yes."

"You were thinking about the night of our first encounter, right?"

"Yes."

"Go on."

"Well, I was thinking about it, trying to figure out what it was about all this that has captivated me so completely. I started to get excited as I thought about you watching me suck Evan's cock. Then my mind shifted to the scene in your office. The fear and excitement of you making me undress for you came back in a rush. I looked around to see if anyone was in sight, and subtly slipped my hand slipped under my dress. I was soaked."

"And then?"

"I pictured myself laying across my desk, helplessly bound by the tape, your tongue lapping at my pussy. My fingers became your tongue and I had a thundering orgasm within a few seconds."

"Very good. Now tell me about the other one."

She looked around awkwardly and finally said, "I'm embarrassed."

"That orgasm is mine. I own it, and I want to know about it."

She squirmed in her seat. "Well, I went for a short walk and found myself stopping by a stream in a small clearing. I was thinking a lot about everything you said, about my deep need to surrender completely. I was trying to figure out what that might look like. It is all so new to me, and so overwhelming. Almost involuntarily my mind began to spin a fantasy."

"Tell me what you imagined."

"I was sitting on a big rock by this stream, gazing at nothing in particular, when my eye caught a massive hemlock tree across the stream."

She hesitated, so I encouraged her. "Go on."

"Gawd this is hard for me to admit. Anyway, so I thought, what if Jason was here right now? What would he do? How would he make me surrender to him? I imagined you ordering me to remove my dress. I felt that familiar rush of fear and exhilaration, as I stood completely exposed before you and before anyone who might happen by. I stared at the tree and imagined you tying my naked body to it."

She was breathing more heavily, and I could see the recollection of the fantasy was really turning her on." 

"Describe for me how you were bound."

"I was facing the tree, my arms stretch wide and tied around the trunk, my breasts pressing into the rough bark. It was rather uncomfortable, but at the same time the newness of the sensation thrilled me. My feet were also forced apart and tied around the base of the trunk. I was spread and helpless, and I was dripping wet." 




Who's The Boss? Ch. 02



We showered together and climbed into bed for some much-needed rest. Nikki slept between me and Ben so that she could touch us both while we slept. There was some idle caressing and kissing, but we were all too tired to last for long, and soon we slept the sleep of the happily exhausted.

I'm generally a heavy sleeper, but I awoke before the others the next morning, around 8:30. I smiled sleepily as I contemplated my lovers, then I headed for the bathroom. Upon my return, they had spread out to cover a good ninety percent of the king-size bed. Nikki was spread-eagled as if to display her nakedness to the best advantage, and Ben was turned slightly to the right, one hand on her thigh, with just a bit of a morning erection. I grinned wickedly as I contemplated my options.

After a moment's thought, I climbed onto the bed between Nikki's widespread legs; than I leaned over and ran just the tips of my fingers up the underside of Ben's cock. It bobbed slightly, then settled down, just a bit bigger than before. I waited a second and did it again, the lightest caress I could manage. He mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like gugglewump and drifted off again. When I leaned over again, I licked his balls while stroking him to hardness with my gentlest touch. I wondered how long it would take him to wake up, or was it possible he would cum in his sleep? My tongue ran slowly up and down the crinkled skin as my fingers stroked along the big vein in the underside of his dick. I took just the head into my mouth and sucked slowly and rhythmically, but still very lightly. I cupped his balls in one hand and teased the loose pouch with the fingers of the other. His eyelids began to twitch and as he woke, I thrust him into my mouth, all the way down my throat and swallowed him three times.

He was fully awake now, but I shushed him with a finger to my lips, his cock still deep in my mouth. I sucked him a while longer, gliding my tongue up and down his enormous member. I moved my mouth up slowly until just the head remained in my mouth; then I bit down slightly and tasted the first of his precum. I delicately licked it away, savoring the taste, then I leaned over to kiss him. He responded enthusiastically, and I reflected that "bi-curious" was probably an inappropriate designation for either of us now. I pushed his head to one side so I could lick his neck, then bit it gently, tightening my teeth until he groaned. Then I whispered in his ear and watched as he grinned.

We knelt on either side of Nikki and I gestured for Ben to go first. He moved his head between her thighs and licked lightly at the delicate folds of her pussy. He moved back then and gestured for me to continue, and I licked first at one swollen pussy-lip, then the other. They parted - just slightly - and I ran my scorching tongue between them, bottom to top and back again. I raised up again and motioned for Ben to do the honors. He slipped his tongue into the narrow space and wiggled it slightly, widening the gap. I could see her nectar beading on her inner lips and envied him the first taste of it- then he moved aside so I could get my share of her bounty. Her pussy was wide open now and I stopped Ben with an upraised finger. I reached for my cell phone on the nightstand and quickly snapped several pictures of her sweet pussy - and as an afterthought, two or three of Ben's rigid dick. He swirled his tongue around inside her, then deferred to me and I stabbed my tongue deep into her pussy, tongue-fucking her again and again.

She came awake then and we launched ourselves to the head of the bed. Ben captured her mouth in a searing kiss and I took the chance to bite her breasts gently, all over. Her moans were muffled by Ben's fierce kiss and I took a hard nipple between my teeth, biting it and gently pulling back. Ben came up for air then and I took her mouth while he kissed every delectable inch of her nakedness. Her hunger was equal to ours and she ravaged my mouth with lips, teeth and tongue. She gripped a thick hard cock in either hand and stroked us smoothly as we took turns kissing her.

Finally she called a halt for lack of oxygen - my own head was swimming - and smiled like the canary who's just swallowed the cat. "Mmmmm - what a way to wake up! If I take you boys home, can I keep you?"

We enjoyed a big three-way hug, then went out to get breakfast. We'd need to keep our strength up!






Who's The Boss? Ch. 02



"And so you began touching yourself as you though of this?"

"I had started touching myself as soon as I started to imagine it."

"Do you want to touch yourself now?"

"I'm so fucking hot, Jason, you have no idea." 

I could see it on her face. Her eyes were wide with excitement, her face flushed with need. "Um, I think I do."

"Do you want me to watch you come while you finish your story?"

"Yes!" She pleaded instinctively. Then suddenly she became ashamed by her sluttish behavior. "I mean no. I... I... I mean I don't know what I want."

"Do you realize that what you want really makes no difference? I own you and only what I want matters. If I want you to come for me, you will. If I want you left aching and unsatisfied, that is how it will be. Is it beginning to be clear to you what total sexual surrender means?"

"I think so," she replied tentatively. 

"Now finish your story. Leave out no details. And keep your hands off your pussy. Let the ache invade you."

"It already has." 

"But you haven't given your ache over to me yet. You still think it's yours. Close your eyes."

She obeyed. She was practically panting now. 

"Go back to the tree. Picture yourself there, bound and helpless. Now tell me what happens. But remember to open yourself up completely. Surrender your desire to me, Adrienne."

"You are standing behind me, staring lustily at my naked body. With my legs strapped open like that you can see my obvious desire, swollen and dripping with want. You are in no hurry to take me, though that is all I want: to be taken - to be taken hard. Your hands move over my skin, first sliding slowly over that backs of my thighs, then up over my ass, across my waist and shoulders, and eventually through the hair on the back of my neck. They reverse their course back down the length of my body. I can't stand it, and I start begging you to fuck me."

"Begging like a slut makes you feel ashamed, doesn't it?" 

"Yes, but it only makes me more excited to hear myself do it. I know it's what you want. And I've given in to it."

"Good girl. Let your desire consume you, but remember it belongs to me."

"Yes. I am yours. My whorish words, my aching cunt, they're all yours."

"And what did I do with your desire by the tree?"

"Your hands moved to my ass, massaging, squeezing, stroking it. Still moving slowly, occasionally a finger or two would delve beneath me, darting teasingly around my open lips, but never entering me. I convulsed my pussy muscles trying desperately to draw your fingers in, but you denied me. I begged more adamantly. It did no good. Instead you stepped away. I though I would cry for the loss of your hands on my body.

"My heart races to the sound of you removing your clothes. I am going to be fucked. At last. I stop begging and wait for your cock. I feel the warmth of your body behind me. Your hands return and stroke my naked ass before moving to firmly grab my hips and pull them to you. I thrill to the feel your hardness between my buns. I whimper in anticipation. I've lost track of the fact that I am in public and completely naked. Only your cock matters to me now. I'm such a needy slut. Please fuck me. Please take me hard and fill me with your cock again."

I can tell by the subtle shift in her words that she had become lost in reliving the fantasy by the tree. She's there now, tied to the tree and dying for my cock. Her eyes are closed tight and she is gripping the arms of her chair tightly waiting expectantly for me to enter her.

I slapped the palm of my hand loudly down on her desk. "Adrienne!"

Her eyes flew open and she looked at me in shock, panting breathlessly. "Oh god, oh god." 

"That will do," I say coldly.

"What? You don't want me to finish?" She was angry and confused that I had interrupted her just as she was about to get what she was so desperate for. 

"You'd given me what I wanted: that was to surrender your desire to me. Now I have it and I'm taking it with me."

"I don't understand." She looked genuinely perplexed, but the remnants of her deep arousal still showed on her face.

"I'm leaving you there, tied naked to the tree, needing desperately to be taken hard by me. You've shown me how true your desire to surrender to me is. You've given me your ache. Now I have it, and I'm leaving you bound by it, strapped helplessly to that tree by the cords of your desire. It is I that will decide when to release you. It is I that will decide when your ache for further surrender will be satisfied."

"So we can continue together then?" She asked looking relieved and frustrated all at the same time.

"Yes. We will continue - at the time and place of my choosing. Because I know that you want it just as much as I do."

"Thank god." She looked at me and smiled. "Can I ask one question, though?"

"Sure."

"I just want to know how the hell you knew so confidently that I wanted this."

"There was something in the way you responded to my control the other night. The look in your eyes, the way your body reacted, the kiss you gave me at the end, the way you almost begged for more - it all told me that this is who you are."

"So what now?" she asked.

"First we review the McNeil presentation. If this is going to work, if we're not going to get fired over this, we have to keep our business relationship in tact."

"But right now all I want is for you throw me onto this desk and fuck me brutally!" She smiled a wry and wicked smile. "I mean, you had me get my pussy all wet before our meeting - like it wasn't wet already. Then you made me tell you my fantasy. Do you really mean to leave me here wet and wanting. Was this all for no reason?"

My answer was stern, and I'm sure my tone caught her by surprise. "Did you not hear a word I said?! First of all, as much as I appreciate you giving in to your inner slut, it's not your place to suggest what I do to you or when I do it. I will take what I want when I want it. Like I said, I own your ache. You are sexually my possession. You will do what I say when I say it is time. I understand that you're new to the whole submission thing, and I'm willing to be patient, but this is something you really must understand. Second, nothing I do is without a reason. In this case I've made my reasons clear enough. This was a test of your willing submission and to stir up the ache you now feel so intensely in order for you to release it to me. You'll be suspended by it until I choose to release you from it. Your orgasm is mine, and I'll decide when and how it comes."

I laughed at my double entendre. She didn't. 

"And, finally, you are still my boss in all business matters, and we need to keep it that way. You still have a business to run, and we have to go over this presentation. Now let's get to it."

She sat somewhat stunned as I flipped open my laptop. She was so used to getting whatever she wanted that she didn't really know how to handle my curt response. But she eventually agreed, and we spent the next hour reviewing and preparing for the client presentation she was to make that afternoon. In the end it was a productive meeting, though I occasionally sensed the pull inside her to stop being the boss and start being my submissive slut. I saw her mind wander back to the tree several times. And that made me happy.

At the conclusion of our meeting I smelled her fingers and lifted her dress to cup her naked ass in my hands before returning to my office, satisfied that our journey was ready to continue on to new heights.



Who's The Boss? Ch. 03



Author's Note: Although you can enjoy the story as a stand-alone, I recommend reading Chapter 1&2 in order to get the context of this story.

Comments are welcome

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The next two days I deliberately avoided any manner of domination, strictly staying to business as usual. It took a little longer than I anticipated, but late in the afternoon of the second day she called me.

She blasted me immediately, "So was that all just a bunch of shit or are you going to actually do something?" Her voice was insistent and frustrated. 

"Whoa, Adrienne," I replied, "remember that the what, where and when are mine to decide. You are still the boss in work matters, but sexually you are my possession, to do with as I like - even if that is nothing at all. Don't you remember that I said I don't do anything without a reason?"

"Sure, I remember," she answered plainly.

"Have you had an orgasm since the McNeil review meeting we had Tuesday?".

She hesitated at the sudden change of topic, but then reluctantly admitted, "Yes."

"How many times?"

"Three. Unless you count the double, then four."

Sternly I asked, "Don't you remember my instruction to you at the meeting? I told you that you were not to relieve yourself sexually until I gave you permission. I explained how I now own your orgasms, right?"

"You meant that?" she asked surprised and indignant.

I was firm but calm. "Of course I meant that. This isn't a game. I don't say things I don't mean. You say you are eager for things to continue, but there are some basic lessons you need to get a handle on before we go another step. First, everything I do, or don't do as the case may be, is for a reason. Second, the what, when, where, and how are all mine to decide - sexually you are my possession and I control everything about you in that regard. Third, I don't say things I don't mean. Instructions are to be obeyed, and when they are not obeyed, there will be consequences. Do you think you can remember these three simple things?"

"Yes," she replied, her manner turning decidedly meeker. I could tell I'd probably hurt her feelings by talking down to her as I did, and I softened my tone slightly as I continued my reprimand in a milder fashion. 

"I'm going to leave you with an assignment and a consequence," I explained. "The assignment is to start a journal - a journal of your submission. I have set one up for you online and will email you the details at your personal email address. We will only use personal email accounts for personal communications. I'll have access to your journal as I wish, and will give you regular writing assignments to record there. The first is to describe for me in detail how you achieved each of your orgasms of disobedience. In this way you will return them to me, their rightful owner."

Without commenting on the writing assignment she asked nervously, "And the consequence?"

"The consequence is not only for your disobedience, but to reinforce the ground rules you seem to be having a hard time getting a hold of. Can you tell me what they are?"

Despite my having just recited them to her, her delayed reply told me she was searching her mind to recall them. Tentatively she spoke, "Um...you don't say things you don't mean?"

"That's one. And the other two?"

"Everything you do is for a purpose?" She began to sound slightly more confident.

"Yep, that's two. And three?"

"I need to obey you?" She offered. 

"Close, but that's really part of the first one, about me always saying what I mean and you always doing what I say."

"Um... well..." She struggled for the answer for a few seconds until I finally supplied it for her.

"You are sexually my possession. What, when, where, and how I use your delightful body are all mine to decide." 

"Oh yeah, I remember now."

"Don't forget these rules again or there will be further consequences, understand?" I said sounding angrier that I actually was. "Write them down in your journal."

"Yes, Sir," she answered.

"Are you mocking me with that 'Sir' Adrienne?" I asked.

"No Jason. It just came out that way. Really. I don't know why," she said apologetically. 

"OK. Well, I wasn't going to go there just yet, but since you already have, I'll add one more ground rule. From now on you'll address me as Sir whenever we are not in a work-related situation."

"Yes, Sir." She spoke it clearly and with confidence. It was sincere submission. 

"Now for your consequence," I explained. "By Monday morning you need to provide me with a video tape of you re-enacting your disobedience. I want to watch you come for me."

There was a long silence at the other end of the phone, so I asked, "Did you get that?"

Her exasperation was evident. "I know you are serious, because you don't say things you don't mean, but can't we negotiate this?" 

"Sorry," I responded, "but consequences aren't negotiable. And I want your stud Evan to take the movie. Just be sure it's clear that he's behind the camera - no tripod or anything. I need to hear you say his name and hear his voice. He should zoom the camera in and out on the action as you play with yourself. Got it?"

She continued her protest. "But I've never masturbated in front of someone before, much less in front of a camera. What if I can't get off? And I know Evan's going to be suspicious of this whole thing. How am I going to explain it to him?"

"You're a smart woman. I'm sure you'll figure it all out," I insisted unsympathetically.

"Gawd, I hope I can do this," she gulped.

"Any further questions then?" I asked.

"No, I guess not."

"No, Sir," I correct her.

"No, Sir." 

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Saturday morning I read her first journal as I sipped my morning coffee and stroked my cock through my boxer shorts:

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>> Saturday, June 12th

>> I was disobedient three times, four if you count my double. I didn't know I really wasn't supposed to come without his permission. I thought he was joking, but I found out later that he always means what he says. This is the first of four ground rules he's given me. It means if he says it I am to do it, whether I agree with it or not. The second is that everything he says or does, he does for a good reason. I am not to doubt him. The third one is that the what, when and how are all up to him - everything really I guess is his to decided when it comes to his sexual ownership of me. The last one is that I am to address him as "Sir" any time we are not in a business situation.

>> The first time I disobeyed was right after Jason left my office. I was already stirred up from touching myself before our meeting and from replaying my intense fantasy about the tree. So when he left, I closed the door and went straight at it. I hiked up my dress and played with my clit until I came. It didn't take long at all. I needed that release so badly and it felt wonderful.

>> Wednesday night I was still stirred up. I think I stayed wet all day long thinking about what happened between Jason and I on Monday night. And I couldn't stop thinking about how Jason wanted me left tied by my desire to that tree, naked and needing to be fucked. I can't seem to get that picture out of my mind, which I am sure was his intention. Anyway, it was well past work hours and I was alone in my office, still feeling very antsy and in need of relief. I couldn't work. I couldn't keep my thoughts straight. So I went to my couch and lay down. I closed my eyes and replayed every detail of Monday night that I could remember. I got more and more excited as I lay there, and I wasn't even touching myself yet. Suddenly I remembered the packing tape on my desk. I locked my office door and retrieved the tape. I removed my dress and bra and taped one hand to my thigh, the way Jason had done. I even put tape over my mouth too. I lay down on my back on top of my desk, just as I had been that night. By that time I was so turned on I came within seconds of touching myself. I've never been in such a constant state of arousal that I can come at the drop of a hat like that. It's been wonderfully wicked. 

>> I lay there with my sex juices puddled beneath me on my desk, making my ass all slippery. My arm and mouth still taped, I was almost in a trance. I felt my excitement start to rise up again, even though the fingers of my free hand were only dancing lightly over my nipples. I started pinching them harder and harder and all of a sudden I came - without even touching my clit or pussy. It wasn't quite the same intensity as the first time, but it was good. It was the first time in my life I came like that. This was my double. 

>> The third time was that night in bed. My husband lay asleep, breathing heavily beside me. I couldn't stop thinking and wondering about what Jason might do to me next. Whatever it was I knew I wanted it. I began to relive the fantasy of him tying me to the tree in the park and fucking me like crazy. I could picture it so clearly and feel it so completely. Soon my fingers found their way beneath my silk nightie, and before I knew it I was coming again, as I tried desperately not to wake my sleeping husband. If he only knew what was playing in my head at the time, it would blow his fucking mind!

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I posted a reply in her journal, thanking her for the well-done entry and asking how she was coming on her consequence. That afternoon I received an email from her saying that things were all set with Evan for Sunday afternoon. She explained that her husband was leaving town at 3:00 and would be gone for the week. So far Evan only knew that they would be meeting at their usual hotel, though she had dropped a hint about the video camera, which he reacted to with eagerness. The stage was set for the fulfillment of her consequence.

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When I arrived at work on Monday morning, there was a confidential envelope sitting in the middle of my desk. I smiled broadly as I picked it up and opened it to find the completed assignment. 

I called her immediately, but as my office door was wide open and the hall outside filled we co-workers, I masked our conversation with a business cover. "Listen, I got the research material you left for me, and I was wondering if we should maybe review it together? Have you had a chance to evaluate it for yourself?"

"Yes, I've studied it carefully several times, and I think you'll find it very informative - hopefully it's exactly what you were looking for," she said, catching on to the coded conversation.

"Good, good. I'm actually quite eager to get started on this."

"I don't know about reviewing it together though - that might be a bit difficult to arrange. At least I know it will be difficult for me personally."

"No problem, Adrienne, I'll be sure and coordinate your schedule with Nikki."

I wasn't sure if she was saying that she didn't see how we could watch it together in the office, or whether she was saying that she would be too embarrassed to watch it with me, or both. I decided that it didn't really matter. I was determined to see it as soon as possible, and I was equally determined to have her watch it with me. Though I hadn't told her ahead of time, it was always intended to be part of the consequence.

I spent a few minutes devising a plan for our shared viewing, and then called Adrienne's secretary to make the necessary arrangements. Nikki was always an amazingly efficient and effective secretary, and I knew if anyone could get my plan into motion, it would be her. She also was extremely attractive, with striking dark hair and eyes, and I often found myself looking for reasons to work with her, just to sneak a peak at her awesome body, despite the fact that she was rather conservative in her attire. She always had the scoop on everything going on in the company, and I wondered if she might even have been aware of her boss's extra-marital activities. 

"Hi, Nikki, it's Jason," I announced. "I need access to the media lab but it's booked all day. Adrienne has me on this really hot confidential project, and I was wondering if you could work out a way for me to get in there today. I'd have to be alone, though, because this is kind of a hush-hush thing, you know?" 

I was taking a bit of a risk, because, like I said, Nikki knew everything that went on in our firm, and she might be suspicious of a secret project that she knew nothing about. But I figured Adrienne would cover for me if asked. 

As usual, Nikki worked her magic, and thirty minutes later I was seated alone in the media lab, where our advertising firm has all kinds of audio and video editing equipment. I fire-wired Adrienne's consequence tape into the computer, and converted it into an MPEG format. I saved it off, unedited, onto a USB flash disk, and deleted every shred of evidence from the computer. All the time I was working I purposefully avoided viewing any part of the video, wanting to make sure I was with Adrienne for the premier. Back at my desk, I called Nikki back for step two of my plan. 

"Hi, Nikki, me again. Thanks for your help getting me into the lab. I know Adrienne wants to review this project with me as soon as possible, but she said she was tied up today, can you see about a meeting over a lunch in her office? If Adrienne's available, you could just order us in some sandwiches or something. Let me know."

In less than ten minutes I had a meeting invitation via email expediter from Nikki on Adrienne's behalf for a 12:30 meeting in Adrienne's office. Bingo! Damn that Nikki is good, I thought to myself.

At precisely 12:30 I arrived outside Adrienne's office. Finding it ajar and Nikki apparently at lunch, I peaked my head in to find Adrienne at her desk.

"Are you ready for our meeting?" I asked. 

She laughed a nervous little laugh, "I think so, Jason. Come on in. The lunches are here already, so let's eat and then we can... work."

I knew that in order to avoid suspicion we had to be careful about the number of "closed-door" meetings we held. But with most of the staff at lunch, I decided this was the safest time, and closed and locked her door behind me as I entered. We sat on her sofa as we ate and chatted about business as we munched our sandwiches and chips. Although she didn't say anything about the way I was checking her out the whole time, I'm sure she noticed. She was dressed in a form-fitting knee-length black wool skirt and a relatively sheer light pink blouse that faintly showed the delicate lace of the bra she wore beneath. I thought about how acutely she rode the balance between professional and sexy. 

As we finished our meals, I gently placed my hand on Adrienne's knee. The abruptly sexual gesture caused her to flinch slightly in response to my touch. I slowly pushed her skirt up a few inches, exposing her stocking-clad thigh, and calmly pushed her legs apart as I slid my hand up to find the lacy tops of her stocking. 

"What's this," I said indignantly as I felt the band of Lycra gripping her thigh. "Thigh-highs? Were my instruction to you about stockings unclear?"

"They are stockings - thigh-high stockings," she exclaimed defensively.

"Oh no, strictly not allowed. Garters only from now on, please," I directed.

"Yes, Sir," she replied, switching suddenly into submissive mode. 

My hand continued up the inside of her thigh, and she slowly spread her legs further, allowing me the full access I sought. As I reached her naked sex, she proudly announced, "No panties, as instructed, Sir."

"Very good," I acknowledged. I withdrew my hand and announced, "I think it's time to review your consequence tape."

"I'm not totally comfortable with watching this together, Sir," she said somewhat shyly. 

"It's a necessary part of the consequence," I explained. 

"Yes, Sir, I understand. I don't like it, but I understand. So, how and where are we going to watch it?" She asked. 

"Oh, I have it right here," I said, patting the USB flash drive bulging slightly in my right front pocket.

"And here I was thinking that bulge in your pants just meant you were happy to see me." We both laughed out loud, as her joke broke some of the tension that had hung in the air. 

I pulled out the drive and we moved to her desk. I seated her at her desk, plugged a pair of ear-buds into her computer and took my place standing behind her. I handed her the left bud and I took the right.

"I wasn't sure how loud you might have been, so I figured this would be the safest way to listen," I joked. She didn't laugh; obviously she was a little embarrassed at the recollection of the performance I was about to review.

One click of the mouse and the movie began playing on her monitor. It opened with her standing fully dressed next to a king-sized bed in what was obviously a very upscale hotel room. We watched through shaky camera work as she slowly unbuttoned her blouse. I suddenly recognized the pink blouse as the one she had worn to work that day. It dawned on me that the skirt was the same as well, and I smiled. 

I placed my hands on the slightly padded shoulders or her blouse and said quietly, "Nice touch." She didn't respond, but I'm quite sure she was pleased that I noticed.

The movie continued wither her opening her blouse and showing what I was certain was the same lacy bra as well. I slipped my hands off her shoulders and inside her blouse in acknowledgement of my appreciation. An almost imperceptible moan escaped her lips as I squeezed her breasts gently with my warm hands through her bra. 

Within a few minutes the woman on the screen was down to nothing more than a pair of thigh-high stockings and shiny black pumps with at least a four-inch heel. She looked so damn sexy that I told her I was tempted to make her undress right there for me, so I could see the same thing live. Before she could protest, I assured her that it would have to be another time, as the risks of getting caught were just too great. 

The scene cut to Adrienne lying on the bed with her head propped up by several pillows and her legs spread wide to display the fingers of her right hand at work between them. Evan was obviously enjoying the show, as he began making comments about how sexy Adrienne was and how turned on she was making him. She taunted and teased him by saying that she didn't need him to get satisfaction - that she was perfectly capable of making herself happy without him. I noted that she used his name several times during this exchange, as I had instructed. The way the picture was shaking, I'm sure Evan was as focused on satisfying himself as much he was on trying to keep the camera still. 

I slipped my hand inside Adrienne's bra and began gently pinching both her nipples simultaneously. Her low moans became clear groans of pleasure, and it was obvious to me that she was losing her inhibition over her debut as a porn-star. "Do you like what you see, Sir?" she asked in a sexy voice.

"Very much," I said emphatically, "You are one hot woman."

"You're making me one hot woman right now," she admitted. My fingers squeezed her nipples a little harder in response.

On screen my little porn queen continued playing with her swelling sex, and it looked to me like there wasn't much acting involved either. Her genuine state of excitement was obvious as the camera zoomed in on the two glistening fingers she pulled from her soaking pussy. The camera followed as she brought them up to her mouth and slid them slowly between her lips, as she began thrusting them in and out in blowjob fashion. I felt my own cock straining against my pants at the incredible scene unfolding before me.

I watched as Adrienne rolled over onto her knees, her ass high in the air and face buried in the pillows. The camera focused tightly on two fingers that peaked out from between her legs and plunged into her gaping hole. After fucking herself with her fingers in close-up for several minutes, she slid her dripping fingers across her clit in small, slow, teasing circles before gradually moving them more quickly and intentionally over her swollen pleasure bud. 




Who's The Boss? Ch. 03



"Are you as excited by this as I am?" I asked. 

"By the movie or by your hands, Sir?" she asked in return.

"Either, or both."

"Yes, very excited."

"Show me. Lift your skirt. Touch yourself, just like the movie," I ordered. She quickly obliged by scooting her ass to the edge of her seat while pulling up her skirt to expose her bare, neatly trimmed snatch. As her right hand descended between her legs I tugged even harder on her swollen nipples. Her deep groans created a lustful symphony in stereo - the live sound in my left ear and the movie's soundtrack in my right. 

My eyes danced between the screen and her lap, making every attempt to fully grasp both scenes simultaneously, while frequently complimenting her performance as my nasty little sex slave. It was clear that her excitement (both live and recorded) was growing more intense as she synchronized her movements with the movie. Her hips thrust up and down against her probing fingers. Slowly her eyes closed until I instructed her rather forcefully to watch herself cum and to make sure her live orgasm coincided with her recorded one. 

From the movie a violent scream roared out of my porn star, followed immediately by a much more subdued cry of ecstasy form my live slut. "Yessss," she growled repeatedly through tightly clenched teeth, making every attempt to mute her instinctive responses. Just after Adrienne rolled over into an exhausted heap on the hotel bed, the screen cut to black. I withdrew my hands from her shirt and bent down to kiss her as a token of appreciation for both her performances. 

"Wonderfully done, Adrienne. You have pleased me greatly," I commented. 

I gave her one more kiss, then reached down and pulled her hand from between her legs. I brought her fingers to my mouth and one by one slowly sucked each one clean, savoring the sweet taste of her sex on my tongue. 

"Your consequence is now completely satisfied," I concluded.



Who's The Boss? Ch. 04



Author's Note: Although you can enjoy the story as a stand-alone, I recommend reading the earlier chapters in order to get the context of this story.

Meaningful comments are always welcome

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That night at home I received an emotional and rambling email from Adrienne expressing an interesting mixture of delight and shame, confidence and confusion, excitement and fear. She was fascinated at how aroused she became every time I began controlling her and was clearly still charged up from our movie-watching session in her office at lunch that day. 

She concluded her email with a list of questions about our bizarre relationship and where things were headed in the future. Before I responded to the questions in her email, I quickly went to check her web log, and was delighted to see that she had already written about the entire consequence experience. It was clear from her entry that she was becoming acutely aware of the submissive side of her nature, and I was glad to see her eagerness to further explore this aspect of herself. 

I poured myself a large glass of wine and sat down to carefully consider my reply. After sipping and thinking for a few minutes I typed the following email to her.

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>> My Little Slut,

>> I was pleased by your journal entry today. Thank you.

>> It was clear from your email that you have many questions. I will do my best to answer them. Please realize, however, that this is a journey and an adventure, so to some extent we will have to just discover things along the way - it's just not possible to chart the entire thing from beginning to end.

>> 1) What exactly is our relationship and what are your feelings toward me?

>> Ours is a rather non-traditional relationship, isn't it? I'm not surprised at the difficulty you have in classifying it simply. We aren't really lovers, we aren't exactly friends, and I wouldn't even say we are fuck-buddies. For now I think it's best if you see me as someone who is helping you to find fulfillment. I care about you, Adrienne, and I care about helping you find some of the answers you have been searching for. I am strongly attracted to you sexually as well. That is how we'll leave it for now.

>> 2) Why did you want Evan to take that movie? I would think you'd be jealous of him. What do you want to happen to my relationship with him?

>> I wondered when you'd ask these questions. I had your fuck-boy make the movie precisely to show you that I am in no way jealous of him or any other lover you may choose to take. I don't need our involvement to change anything about your other relationships, including the one with your husband. What you discover about yourself as things develop may cause changes, but that will be your decision. 

>> 3) Where do we go from here?

>> Forward. For as long as you choose to follow where I lead on this journey. 

>> I knew that the vagueness of my answers would probably do little to resolve the confusion and uncertainty in her mind; that was intentional. She was so used to having everything clearly laid out in front of her with nothing left unanswered and plans precisely made. The ambiguities of our relationship were part of the process of learning to let go of the control that gave her security. Instead, she would have to surrender control to something yet unknown, and trust herself to follow me more deeply into this mystery. 

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I called Adrienne on her cell phone Tuesday morning at a time when I figured she'd be on her way to work. 

"Hello, Sir," she answered. 

"Good morning, my little slut," I said in a cheery voice. "Did you sleep well?"

"No, Sir, I tossed around all night trying to figure out about us."

"Didn't you get my email then?" I asked.

"Yeah, I got it, but I still don't really know any more than I did. I want to know where this is going - I need to know," she insisted.

"No you don't. You just need to let go, Adrienne. Let go and ride with it. Just let things unfold however they will. Are you willing to just surrender control and follow me?"

"Yes, Sir. I will follow. At least for now." She sounded hesitant but resolved. I could tell she was trying to let go of control, but the need to be in charge still had a grip on her. 

"Good girl," I said, somewhat condescendingly. "I know you like being my little slut. As hard as it is for you to admit that to yourself, you do, don't' you?"

She paused only briefly and said, "Yes, Sir."

"Yes, Sir what?" I prodded.

"Yes, Sir, I like being your little slut."

"Good girl. And I like having you as my little slut. I'm going to train you to be the best little slut ever," I said emphatically.

"Train me?" She sounded indignant. 

"That's right. You've shown wonderful potential, but you have a long way to go." Despite the silence on the other end of the line, I sensed the battle in her mind that was raging as she attempted to push back her prideful perfectionism. Somehow she was able to tap into her submissiveness and respond in a manner that pleased me greatly.

"Please, Sir, please teach me to be a perfect little slut for you." Her plea seemed genuine, and I believe that it was a significant turning point in her battle to yield herself to me. 

I decided to start with further lessons immediately. "Pull your skirt up and let that perfect ass of yours enjoy the leather of the seat beneath you. You'll drive the rest of the way to work that way. But do not touch your pussy. Understand?"

"Yes, Sir. I understand."

I was waiting for her by the elevators as she pulled into the parking deck beneath our building. She parked her shiny black Beamer convertible in the reserved executive space near the elevators, and I smiled to myself as I watched her pull down her skirt as she got out of her car. As she approached we exchanged a casual business-like greeting, and I pushed the "down" button on the panel. She gave me a brief questioning look, and when it dawned on her what I was up to, she looked around frantically for signs of others from our office. It was still quite early, no one was nearby, and we boarded the elevator.

I pushed the "P1" button for the lowest parking level. As soon as the doors closed she started to speak, but I quickly hushed her by pressing my index finger to her lips. She got the message. The doors opened on the deserted parking level, and I took her by the elbow, leading her around behind the elevators to a small alcove out of the view of the security cameras. 

I dropped my briefcase, pulled her forcefully into my arms and kissed her hard. The ass-baring ride to work under my control obviously had her stirred up, and her tongue probed furiously into my mouth. I lifted her skirt, as a reminder of the obedience she had just ceded to me on the way to work and slowly stroked her bare ass with both hands. As the passionate kissing continued, I slid one hand around in front of her and down between her legs. A single finger parted her already-wet lips and slid easily into her pussy. 

After a brief finger fucking I broke off the kiss and took her briefcase from her, placing it flat on the ground in front of me. Without a word I directed her to her knees on top of it. She knew what I was after, and immediately her hands reached for my cock as it strained against the front of my pants. She deftly unzipped them and exposed my bulging manhood. She gripped me firmly with both hands, sliding them slowly up and down as she stared at my stiffness with an evil grin. 

She slowly and gently kissed the head, obviously desiring to lovingly serve my cock with her mouth. Her tongue licked its way slowly from my balls to the tip. But that morning was not the time for such leisurely pleasure. No, it was a time for me to teach her to just make her mouth available for my carnal use and nothing more. It was time she learned to be used as my personal cum bucket. 

I quickly ripped my tie off and bound her hands behind her back. I then moved back into position in front of her, placed my hands at the back of her head, and forced my cock deeply into her waiting mouth, not stopping until my balls rested firmly against her chin. The amazing little cock-sucking slut hungrily took every inch. Holding her head firmly in my hands I proceeded to fuck her mouth with abandon. Several times she looked up at me with a ravenous look in her eyes, as if she were pleading for more, for harder, for deeper. Without words I knew she was begging for me to fill her mouth. And I gladly obliged, pushing my cock head against the back of her open throat and squirting load after load of my warm white juice directly into her belly. 

Once she had nearly drained my cock, I pulled out of her mouth and allowed the last drops of my cream to drip onto her left cheek. I took my cock firmly in hand, and while staring deeply into her grateful eyes, managed a final drop for her right cheek. Without a word I quickly zipped up, retrieved my tie, and walked around to the elevator, leaving her kneeling there full of cum. 

As I waited for the elevator I pressed a small envelope into the edge of the elevator button faceplate, where I was certain Adrienne would see it. In large bold print on the front were the letters "M.L.S." Inside I had written a short note: 

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>> MLS (My Little Slut), 

>> I hope you enjoyed my use of your fantastic little slut mouth this morning. I certainly did. 

>> Sir

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I affixed my tie using the elevator mirror on the way up to our floor and then walked casually to my office while trying to subdue the smile of satisfaction that wanted to creep across my face. I wondered to myself, as I took my seat at my desk, if she might still be kneeling down there stunned and dazed with my come running down her cheeks. I wondered if she would respond well to being so thoroughly objectified and used. 

A few minutes later I had my answer as Adrienne appeared at my office door, smiling sweetly as if nothing had happened. She said good morning and subtly placed a note on my desk before heading to her office. I recognized it immediately as the very note I had left her, sans envelope. I was delighted to open it and see what she had scribbled in response: "I did. YLS (Your Little Slut)" followed by a smiley face with two small drops drawn on each cheek, obviously symbolizing the come I had deposited onto her face. I chuckled quietly to myself and dropped the note into my shredder, albeit a little reluctantly.

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By early afternoon Adrienne had already made a journal entry describing in detail our experience that morning. I was amazed at the intensity of her reaction. Not only did she enjoy the face pounding I gave her, she couldn't wait to see how I might next want to use her for my pleasure. She recalled how I had accurately surmised the thrill she got from public sex, given her tree fantasy. She admitted that the possibility of getting caught only added to the excitement she felt from submitting to me. Her only complaint was how extremely horny it left her. She described how she had to keep her skirt hiked up while sitting in her office in order not to leave a big wet spot on it. But she was happy to do so, because feeling her naked ass against the leather was a pleasant reminder her of the ride to work. She signed her entry HLS - I knew it meant "His Little Slut." 

I couldn't help smiling proudly at the amazing progress we were already making in our relationship after only a week. I went to work immediately thinking of how to "use her" next, and decided it was time to call on Nikki and our secret project again. I dashed off a coded email to Adrienne, with a copy to Nikki.

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>> Adrienne,

>> Concerning the new MLS Project we met about yesterday, I think we are ready to take the next step. If you agree that we should explore this further, I will set up a face-to-face meeting as soon as it can be arranged. I think a dinner meeting tonight is viable for the head of MLS. Does that work for you?

>> Jason

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In my haste I had forgotten that I'd never let Adrienne in on the "secret project" rouse, but she was quick on the uptake and forwarded my email to Nikki, copying me, with instructions to make dinner reservation for three at Crawford's at 8:00. I smiled at my smart little slut. 

On my way to the restaurant that night, I called Adrienne to make sure her ass was naked against her car seat. She was ahead of me and assured me that she was going to ride this way in her car whenever her outfit would allow for it. 

"So who will be the third in our dinner party tonight?" I asked, referring to her instructions to Nikki. 

"You, your boss, and your little slut," she said boldly. 

"I hope my boss and my little slut will get along." I joked. "I really want this MLS project to work out.

"Oh, I'm quite sure they'll end up being the best of friends," she replied.

I laughed out loud. Then I told her how proud of her I was for her joyous submission to the face fucking that morning, her subsequent journal entry, and for being such a wonderful little slut. 

"I read in your journal how you couldn't wait to see how I might use you next. Is that still true?" I asked.

"Oh, yes Sir, very true. I so-o-o want to be used by you."

"Well, I certainly think I can accommodate that request before the night is through."

"Thank you Sir," she answered in a clearly submissive voice. 

We arrived at the restaurant within minutes of one another and after informing the hostess that the third in our party had cancelled, we were seated at our table. After placing our dinner orders, I decided to give her a chance to clarify anything she wanted from yesterday's email exchange while we each sipped on a pleasant glass of wine. 

"I want so desperately to sort all this out, but none of it makes sense to my rational mind," she began. She was tapping her finely manicured, deep red fingernails on the side of her wine goblet as she spoke. 

"You need to not be so uptight about figuring everything out. You don't need to be so.... so... controlling."

"But I want to understand this incredible grip you have on me?" she blurted, looking into my eyes for the first time since we had been seated. 

I locked my eyes on hers and painted the picture as clearly as I could. "It's really pretty simple. I give you what you crave. And the more I give you the more you crave it. There's nothing more to it than that. It's base. It's animalistic. It's instinct. And even though you haven't made the mental shift to completely accept it, it's a perfectly natural craving." 

She gave me a sad and confused look. "No, you don't get what I'm saying. I'm starting to accept that there is this whole submissive side of me. I agree with you about that being a need somewhere inside me that's been unfulfilled. That's all fine. I guess what I'm asking is..." She went back to tapping her glass. "is, well, is there more to us than sex and submission?"

I reached across the table and stopped her tapping with my hand by placing it over hers. "You want to know if you are more than just My Little Slut?"

"Yes, Sir, I do." At that moment I knew she was falling for me in a way that I never intended. 

"Today you are My Little Slut. Tomorrow, we'll see." 

I know she wanted more from me, and I could read the disappointment in her face. She withdrew her hand from beneath mine and sat back in her chair, no longer looking into my eyes. 

I knew I needed to do damage control. "Look into my eyes, Adrienne," I instructed. She slowly lifted her eyes to mine. "This is all very new territory for you. There are deep emotions involved, on both sides, and we just need to go one step at a time. Can you live with that?" 

It began to dawn on her that she was not going to get the kind of emotional commitment she was looking for. I think she was embarrassed at the way she had made herself so vulnerable to me, and suddenly her demeanor became markedly more casual. 

"Sure. That's fine. I'm always up for a little fun-loving sex fling. Hell, I've already got one going with Evan, why not one more with you?" She forced a phony smile, but the hurt was still evident in her eyes. "After all, I am just a little slut."

"Correction," I said half jokingly, "You are My Little Slut. And a damn good one too."

Thankfully, the conversation then shifted away from our relationship as we each recanted our personal histories for the other. I found out that she was 35 years old, and that ten years ago she met and married her husband within the span of three months. They never had kids, as she first wanted to get her career established, then didn't want to give it up, and then wasn't sure she actually wanted children - at least not with her husband. She assured me that they were passionately in love when they first married and had sex constantly the first two years of their marriage. Gradually his interest in sex dropped off to near zero, but her sex drive only increased. In frustration, after years of begging her husband to pay more attention to her sexual needs, five years ago she began taking lovers to keep herself satisfied. She admitted to having more than one lover at a time in a few instances. She denied any emotional attachment to these men, and said the longest affair lasted only six months. She had been with Evan, the 22-year-old son of a lawyer in her husband's firm, a little more than a month. I believed she was being totally honest and open with me about herself. 

So I shared just as openly with her about my two short-lived attempts at marriage: how the first lasted only a year, when I was just out of college. The second lasted four years, and ended a little more than two years ago. When she asked whether D/s had played a role in either marriage or either divorce, I admitted that my interest in it had only developed since my last divorce. She asked about the future possibilities of another marriage, and I told her that it was very much in doubt. 

As desert was being served, she began to ask about my current relationships. I told her that I was not involved with anyone besides her, but that I was actively seeking to find a "compatible" woman for a full-time D/s relationship. That seemed to reignite her doubts about our own situation.

"So do you don't consider me a 'compatible' woman?" she asked, her feelings obviously hurt by the suggestion.

"That's not it at all. I simply don't see the possibility of us being full-time. You are married, you're my boss, and you have a boyfriend." 

She realized the silliness of her assertion and backed down. Then she joked, "Maybe I should fire you." We had a laugh over that. 

She pushed her plate of half-eaten chocolate cheesecake toward the center of the table with a sigh, and I leaned up to the table and said quietly, "I hope you saved some room for a second desert."

She looked at me with confusion at first; then my meaning dawned on her, and she smiled. "Of course, Sir. That would top off this meal perfectly."

"Good little slut," I said.

"Your car or mine?" she asked with a wink.

"Neither. Nothing so lame as a backseat romp for my little slut. I've been watching the men's room over there," I said pointing down a narrow hallway behind her, "and there is no one in it right now. I want you to go in there, go into the far stall, remove all of your clothes, and wait for me."

"You're kidding!" she exclaimed before catching herself. She stammered her protest, "I mean, I know you're not kidding, because you always say what you mean. I just mean... Damn... Never mind. Oh my gawd." She looked briefly around, excused herself from the table and headed boldly into the men's room. Perhaps, due to her earlier visit to the ladies room, she already knew that the oversized stalls in the men's room of this upscale establishment were actually completely walled in little rooms, each with a full-sized louvered door. And maybe having the assurance of such "privacy" gave her confidence to readily agree to my demands. Or perhaps she really was just a brazen little slut. 




Who's The Boss? Ch. 04



I paid the bill, allowing her plenty of time to get naked for me, and a little extra time to wait anxiously for my arrival. By the time I entered the restroom, there was a guy in the stall next to her and another at the urinal. The door to her stall was locked when I tried it. 

"MLS," I said tapping on the door. When she cracked to door and peered out, I pushed my way in as she attempted to cover her naked body with her arms. I closed and locked the door, and then pulled her arms down to her side. I looked over her delicious body slowly and deliberately. I could see that she was trembling slightly, either due to nervousness or the chill in the air. I noticed her erect nipples and gently cupped my warm hands under her tits, lifting them slightly as I lowered my mouth to kiss one then the other. I started with soft kisses; then went to sucking, then pulling the distended flesh outward between my lips, and finally biting more roughly. 

As I alternated back and forth between her breasts, several times she had to stifle an instinctive moan. I stood back and stared into her sweet dark brown eyes and placed my hand on her mound. She parted her legs without instruction from me, and I soon had three fingers in her pussy and my thumb on her clit. She was soaking my hand in no time. Her eyes soon closed, her breathing labored, and I could tell she was approaching orgasm. Not wanting her to get off just yet, I stuffed all three fingers into her hot mouth and she sucked them clean. 

Finally, after teasing her to the brink and back three or four times, I pulled her to me and wrapped my arms around her, whispering in her ear. "You want me to fuck you don't you, my little slut?"

"Yes, please, Sir," she whispered back.

"I'll not fuck you just yet, but I suppose such an obedient little slut does deserve to be offered an orgasm," I admitted. I kissed and sucked and bit the lobe of her ear, much as I had done to her nipples. Then I added, "But you'll not come until my seed is on your tongue, understand?"

"Yes, Sir, let me taste your sweet come," she panted, and though she said it quietly, I wondered how much the guy in the next stall heard. I'm not sure either of us cared much at that point.

I pushed her back down onto the toilet seat, which was obviously a bit cold on her naked ass. I then retrieved her two stockings hanging over the coat hook with the rest of her clothes, and used them to bind each of her wrists to the tops of her thighs. I was careful to position her hands in such a way to allow her to still reach her swollen clit with her fingers. 

As it had been that morning, I wanted to send a clear signal that I was the one in control. Binding her hands served three purposes. First, I knew from experience how much she liked being bound. Second, it would reinforce her total surrender to me. And finally it would it would allow me to fuck her slut mouth as long and deep and hard as I desired - there would be nothing she could do about it. Based on her reaction to the morning's oral pounding, I knew this would turn her on even more. 

I unzipped and dropped my pants and boxers to the ground. My hard cock sprang out and I pressed the tip to her lips. Her mouth opened and I pushed myself in very slowly, inch by rigid, throbbing inch. Her tongue flickered wildly over each new piece of flesh that entered. Finally I felt the tip of my cock press against the back of her throat, and she opened her mouth slightly, repositioning her head to make sure she got everything I had. 

I held her head steady with my hands and slowly withdrew my saliva-covered cock from her warm mouth. I coated each her cheeks with the wetness and then plunged in between her lips again. I saw her fingers beginning to stroke her clit, as I fucked her expert cock-sucking mouth slowly and deeply. I watched with awe and pleasure as the total length of me disappeared repeatedly into her perfect mouth. 

My pace quickened gradually and the slurping sounds of oral sex began to fill the stall, and I'm sure, eek out into the restroom. Her fingers on her clit matched my pace stroke for stroke. Within a few minutes I was fucking her face hard and fast and was very near the point of no return. She was stroking herself furiously, propelling herself to the top with me. 

"Wait for my hot come," I warned her in a normal tone, completely oblivious as to whether or not anyone was still in the men's room with us. She simply nodded her acknowledgement of my command.

Suddenly my balls welled up with an intense fire that foretold the impending explosion. I pulled one hand from the top of her head and poised the tip of my cock at the entrance to her waiting mouth. With a rush my body tensed and an incredible orgasm overtook my entire being, and I honestly don't remember if I cried our or not. I watched my cock's first twitches send the initial release shooting across her tongue. 

I quickly withdrew from her mouth and pumped my next shot between her tits. Then I moved slightly so the next white drops drizzled over her left nipple. That's when her own orgasm overtook her - and I do remember that she was loud. Her entire body shook and twitched wildly as she struggled to keep her fingers going on her clit. Her jerking motions made me miss her right nipple and a large blob of cum landed on the hand between her legs. Unfazed, she kept stroking, coming and crying out as the last of my load coated her breasts, belly and upper thighs. 

As her cries subsided I offered my cock to her mouth again for cleaning. She eagerly took me in and licked me clean for almost an entire minute, worshiping the cock that had so thoroughly fucked her fine mouth. I was so turned on by the whole event that my cock barely lost any hardness. But I knew it was time to close this little chapter of our adventure and pulled my cock away. As much as I wanted to turn her around and fuck her, I wanted to make her wait for that pleasure. 

I bent down, as if to kiss her, but instead simply pulled up my pants. "Well done, my little slut," I said as I zipped up. I stepped back and looked at my sweet slave - such a beautiful sight to behold sitting there naked with a flushed face, tussled hair, wrists bound, and cum covered. I gave her an approving smile and untied the stockings from her wrists. Then I opened the door to the stall and left without another word - nothing more needed to be said. 

I didn't bother to wait for her to clean up and dress, and I made no offer to stand guard for her as she made her exit from the men's room. My hasty departure was purposeful in that I wanted her to feel like a well-used slut - fucked and forsaken. I left the restaurant and immediately sent a text message to her cell phone. "Now thinking of how to use MLS next... good night."



Who's The Boss? Ch. 05



Author's Note: Although you can enjoy the story as a stand-alone, I recommend reading the earlier chapters in order to get the context of this story.

Meaningful comments are always welcome

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The rest of the week and most of the next was nothing but a flurry of continual sexual encounters between Adrienne and myself. I had her suck me off pretty much at will: several times in the parking garage, and twice in the office bathroom, binding her hands with her stockings as I had in the restaurant. On Wednesday during lunch I at last relented and fucked her on every piece of furniture in her office. Late one night I gave her a quick pounding from behind in my own office with the door wide open, remaining mostly dressed and hoping that no one else was around. Friday morning I had her show me the park and the tree from her fantasy. I fulfilled it in every detail, fucking and licking her to a long string of orgasms until she begged me for mercy. 

I was purposefully pushing the limits as hard and fast as I could, seeing if she would back down at all. She didn't. Every encounter seemed to leave her more eager than ever for my control, for more of my total domination. Her insatiable appetite and eager compliance totally blew my mind.

By the close of business Friday it was I who was at the breaking point - totally exhausted and sexually spent. Adrienne stopped by my office on her way out the door and inquired in a hushed voice about my weekend plans, giving me a wink that made it obvious that she hoping we could hook up at some point. She whispered that her husband was out of town and wondered if we could play at her place for the first time. The idea intrigued me, but I made up some lame excuse about needing to take care of some stuff around my place and told her that I'd see her Monday. The look of disappointment was obvious, but she didn't protest. Such a good and obedient submissive.

I scratched down a note and handed it to her. "Masturbate a minimum of five times before Monday morning. Each must be different than the others. Each must be reported to me immediately in your journal."

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Saturday night I sat down at my computer to see if she'd written any of her masturbation reports. With her husband out of town, the tireless slut had already accomplished seven orgasms, making detailed entries, as instructed, within minutes of finishing each one. One using her favorite bullet vibrator. One sitting on her back porch completely naked. One just using her fingers before going to sleep. These first three were on Friday night. Saturday brought four more orgasms by dinnertime. She got off using the massaging showerhead first thing in the morning. She came three more times that day, including once in the car in the parking lot of the grocery store. I left a few naughty and encouraging comments on some of the reports and went to get another beer from the fridge.

When I returned to the computer, I decided on a lark to read back through the entirety of her journal since we'd started this crazy little tryst. Reading the lurid reports of her self-pleasuring had made me more than a little horny, and I thought I'd just beat off while reliving some of our amazing experiences. But as I read an uncomfortable feeling began to well up inside, and the more I read the more the unsettling feeling grew over the bizarre turn my life had suddenly taken. 

I had turned my boss into my personal sex slave. It was a fantasy-come-true, allowing me to realize my dominant potential as never before. I was getting all the hot, raunchy sex I could stand and more. But as I paused to look at it things somewhat pragmatically, I realized that I was completely fucking with this woman's life in a most cavalier manner. As I congratulated myself on helping her find fulfillment in embracing her true submissive nature, I had to admit that having her so completely addicted to my control without any consideration of where this would end up was completely unfair. She had obviously fallen hard for me and was pretty desperate for more than I was willing to give her. 

The guilt and anguish grew as I thought of a startling analogy. It was as if I had bought and trained a puppy, getting it totally attached to me and dependent on my provision, but without any consideration as to what I was going to do when the thing grew into an adult dog. I would never do that to an animal, yet I was doing it with a human being. The thought made me deeply remorseful of the way I'd handled the whole thing. 

I quickly composed an email, instructing Adrienne to meet me at the office Sunday morning. Keeping up my domination so as not to arouse her suspicion, I told her to wait for me naked at her desk.

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After a restless night's sleep, I had a hard time getting out of bed the next morning.  When I called to tell her I was running late she was already at her desk, naked as instructed, and obviously feeling very randy. 

"I'm aching for you, Sir," she cooed. "Please hurry."

"Are you wet, my little slut?" I asked.

"Yes, extremely. Listen," she said emphatically. She lowered the receiver between her legs and let me listen to her sloshing her fingers in and out of her sopping gash. 

"Catch that?" she asked. "That a cunt that needs to be fucked badly, Sir. Your cunt!"

"Still in such need after seven orgasms yesterday?"

"Actually ten now, including the one last night and the two this morning, Sir, but yes still very much in need. It's going to be eleven if you don't get here soon," she giggled.

"You are my total slut, aren't you?"

"Yes, Sir."

"There will be consequences if you come any more before I'm there to watch you," I said sternly, doing my best not to tip my hand. "I'll be there soon enough."

I mulled my speech over in my mind all the way to work, and went straight to her office to deliver it so as not to loose my resolve. Was I really about to give up having a total sex slave?

When I knocked on her office door, she unlocked and opened it, greeting me naked except for her thigh-high stocking and heels.

"I know you said naked, and I hope you don't find this to be disobedience. I just know how you much you like me in stockings and heels. You can punish me if you want to."

I was completely out of domination mode. "It's fine," I said, her words barely registering in my head as I tried to stay focused on what I was about to do. Having her standing there looking so hot wasn't helping any either.

As soon as she closed and locked the door she was on her knees unzipping my pants. Before I could protest my hard cock was pressing against the back of her throat as she fondled my balls gently. I wasn't sure I was going to be able to do this - give up this fabulous treatment for the sake of decency. She was obviously happy enough with what was going on, right?

She brought me to the brink repeatedly until my head was spinning with desire. Finally she stood and turned to place her hands on her desk, bending over and pointing her cute little ass directly at me, spreading her legs enough for me to see her wet and wanting slit.  

"If it is your desire, please Sir, come fuck your little slut. Please take your pussy and use it hard and fill it with your wonderful warm seed," she begged lustily.

Who was under whose spell here? There was no way I could resist and walked over to her, shedding my shoes and pants along the way. I pressed balls deep into her soaked pussy in a sudden, single motion. She gasped and cried out with pleasure. "Yes!!" It was only moments before I was covering her ass with huge streaks of come. 

"I put my seed where I will, slut. Remember that."

"Thank you, Sir. I love your come wherever you choose to put it," she sighed as she reached for the box of tissues on her desk. 

"You are one hot slut, Adrienne. God you are good."

"I am your hot slut, Sir. And yours alone." She wiped the sticky globs from her backside as she continued. "I've broken it off with Evan. I want to be totally yours."

"Jeeze, Adrienne, I wish you hadn't done that," I said with an irked tone.

"Why not, Sir? I want to be free to totally focus on you and only you." She was clearly confused by my lack of enthusiasm over her act of dedication.

"We need to talk," I said seriously. "Get dressed."

As I pulled on my pants and shoes, I watch her pull on her short little skirt and a sheer silk blouse that clearly showed her lovely, bra-less tits. She wasn't making this any easier. We took a seat on the long leather couch in her office, a couch I'd fucked her on at least once in the past week, but I actually couldn't even remember how many times. This was going to be more difficult than I thought.

"Look, Adrienne," I said, scooting back form her slightly so the scent of her intoxicating perfume wouldn't distract me so much. "I've had a wonderful time with you these past few weeks. I mean it's been amazing and incredible - more intense and pleasurable than anything I've ever experienced."

"You've awakened me to a life I never knew I wanted so badly - now I need it so badly. I owe you everything, and I'm never going back," she interjected enthusiastically.

"Let me say this without interruption, please. I need to get this out," I said, the tension and frustration clear in my voice. 

Suddenly aware of where this was going, her face fell into a desperately forlorn expression. "OK. Go ahead. Ruin my life."

"That's just it - I'm already ruining your life, you see." I could tell she wanted to argue, but she sat quietly, biting her tongue. "What I'm doing isn't fair to you. We have nowhere to go from here. I mean it's hopeless, and it's time we face the truth of that. I know you want more than I can give you right now, and I don't think it's fair to you to keep using you like I am."

"I want you to use me," she said impulsively, quickly apologizing. "Sorry, I'll be quiet."

"I think it's time we lay all our cards on the table. I wanted to meet with you this morning to tell you that I thought we should end things between us - just go back to being boss and employee. I've been thinking a lot about this, and I can see it's going to end badly, with you getting very hurt and with us being bitter enemies. It could even end with both of us losing out jobs. I don't want that. I feel like I've awakened you to a life of submission that by your own admission is something you truly desire. The problem is, I can't see how to give you the emotional bond you desire to go with it. You see, I don't love you Adrienne. I have a very strong attraction to you physically - I mean you are one hot woman. And the sex is great, amazing really - the best I've ever had. But that's all it is - incredible sex with a very hot woman. You deserve more than that from a man who would be called your Master."

I looked over at her and saw the look of rejection on her face as she stared down at the floor. I knew this was unfamiliar territory for her. She'd always gotten whatever she wanted, by whatever means necessary. I place my hand on her exposed thigh just above the knee in a gesture of consolation. She pulled her leg away and shifted out of my reach.

"Can I say something now, please Sir?" The sadness in her voice broke my heart.

"Yes. And you can drop the 'Sir' part."

"You are still my Sir, even if I am not your little slut any more," she said curtly. "Look, you've been very straight with me since this started. You've made it clear that this was just about sex and submission, about helping me to explore my submissive desires, that there was nothing more to it than that. I'll admit to falling hard for you, Sir. I want more than to just be your little slut, as much as I love being that. I also want to be your lover. In the short time since we began I'll admit I've fantasized about leaving my husband and becoming your full-time, live-in slave, serving you as my loving Master. But I know it's just fantasy, and you've made no promises - I have no false expectations. I really don't understand why you think you've got to dump me to protect me. I'm a grown woman."

I could tell that she was holding back tears. Her submissive tendencies not withstanding she was an incredibly strong woman.  

"I like you Adrienne. I don't want you to get hurt."

"Don't you think cutting me off suddenly like this hurts? After stirring me up to this whole submissive reality, you're going to just cut me off cold with nowhere to turn to, no one to turn to? That's damn torture!" She was becoming increasingly agitated.

"The longer I let this go the more it's going to hurt you. You know it's true."

"That's bullshit," she fired back, suddenly becoming aggressive. "I'm a grown woman. I know what I'm getting into, and I can decide for myself if it's what I want or not. Just because I'm learning to get in touch with my submission doesn't mean I can't think for myself or make decisions about my own well-being. I need this, Jason. I need it to continue. You yourself told me so."

"Maybe with someone else," I suggested. "Someone who can see it through to some kind of logical conclusion. Someone who doesn't work for you maybe."

"I don't want it with someone else.  I don't even know if I can surrender to anyone else the way I can to you. And I don't want to try. I want your control."

Her resolve surprised me. This is not how I had rehearsed it. I figured I'd tell her it was over, that I didn't love her, that I would likely never love her. Then she'd cry and tell me to get out. Shit, I thought maybe she'd even fire me on the spot just for spite. I suppose if I'd considered it more carefully I would have guessed that she was stronger than that. She was a woman who goes after what she wants with relentless tenacity. Why should submission be any different?

I stood and moved in front of her. "Let's both take a few days to think things over. I want you to really think about your options and what's best for you in the long run. We'll talk about it later. How about Tuesday lunch?"

Adrienne looked up at me with those gorgeous brown eyes, and sad as they were, there was fire in them. She said in a strong, unwavering voice, "I don't need a few days, but if you do that's fine. I know what I want, and I want you, us, no conditions attached - just Master and his little slut. I'll take whatever you can give me. You just have to decide if you want to keep getting the best sex of your life or throw it all away for some fake bullshit guilt complex. The choice is really yours. I'm here for your use any time you are ready to take me. Just say the word."

She reached over and rubbed my cock, still semi-erect, through my pants. "You know you still want it. Your cock can't lie."

I stood and move toward the door. Turning toward her I said, "We'll talk on Tuesday."

My head was spinning as I rode the elevator down to the parking garage. Here, for once in my life, I was doing what I thought was the right thing, in spite of what was in it for me, and she threw it right back in my face. Was she really willing to settle for being nothing more than my personal fuck-toy, with no commitment or emotional attachment whatsoever? Was I willing to use her as one? 

You bet I was. As I emerged from the elevator and entered the parking garage my short-lived flash of principled inspiration was history.

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I mulled over my next steps as I drove home. If it was total sexual domination she wanted, that was what I would give her. And there was no reason to wait until Tuesday. I called her office from my cell phone.

Her voice mail answered and left her a somewhat curt message. "For the record I just want to make it clear that I gave you a chance to back out of this and you declined. I hope you are ready for what's ahead, because after this there is no looking back."

She returned my call from her cell phone about fifteen minutes later, just as she was leaving work. 

"I think I made it pretty clear that I wasn't interested in looking back," she said frankly. "So whatever it is you have in mind is good by me. Like I said, I am totally yours to do with as you please, Sir."

"Very well then, my little slut, get ready for the ride of your life. We'll start now if you really think you are ready."

"Ready and willing, Sir."

"Every time you hit a red light on your drive home, you'll unbutton one button on your blouse. Once you get them all opened, I want you to flash your tits at any random guy who stops next to you at the next red light. Got it?"

"Yes, Sir. But how will you know if I really do as you've asked?"

"Because you want this to be real. And the thought of doing it for me, of absolute obedience to me, compels and excites you. I have no doubt about your obedience, Adrienne."

"Shall I record the details of this little adventure in my journal afterward?"

"Yes, of course, my little slut. I want you to tell me how it made you feel to expose yourself just to please me. I look forward do reading about it."

Later that night I read with delight of her complete adherence to my instructions. She went one better, flashing her tits at everyone pulled up beside her at every red light after the last of her buttons were opened, five times in all. She also relayed her eleventh and final masturbatory experience of the weekend, using the pulsating jets of her jacuzzi tub on her clit as she replayed in her mind the scene we enjoyed that morning in her office with me coming all over her ass. She apologized for coming without my permission and said that she knew it might mean there would be a consequence. She hoped so.

Relentless slut! My very own relentless slut! Mine without conditions! Unbelievable!



Who's The Boss? Ch. 06



Author's Note: Although you can enjoy the story as a stand-alone, I recommend reading the earlier chapters in order to get the context of this story. 

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I awoke Monday morning feeling like the huge weight that had settled on me over the weekend was suddenly lifted. It was as if the cloud of nagging doubts that had been growing over the weeks since I took control of Adrienne were suddenly cleared away, and I was free to continue the use of my little slut completely unfettered by any long-term commitment on my part. She may not have preferred it that way, but if she was willing to just take whatever I gave her, who was I to argue?

I phoned Nikki to let her know I'd be in the office a little late and asked her to please inform Adrienne that I would have to reschedule our meeting to eleven o'clock. Five minutes later I got a text from Adrienne on my cell phone, "What meeting?" I sent back an ambiguous, "You'll see."

I called Adrienne's office just after leaving the local adult toyshop, where I'd stopped to pick up a gift for her, but Nikki answered, explaining that Adrienne was on a teleconference with a client. When I asked whether she'd be available for our rescheduled meeting, Nikki assured me that Adrienne would be free by then. But when I arrived at her office, Adrienne was still on the call, so I took a seat across from Nikki's desk, in the executive office waiting area. 

"I'm sorry, Jason," Nikki apologized, "I really thought she'd wrap things up with the DyNet folks by now."

"No problem," I answered sincerely, "If you don't mind me waiting here for her to finish."

"Of course," she smiled. "Would you like me to let her know you're waiting?" It was a knowing smile, the kind of smile that says, "I know more than you think I know." And I wondered to myself if she'd begun to suspect something was going on between Adrienne and me. I thought we'd been very careful so far, but maybe I missed something. Or maybe Nikki was even sharper than I thought. 

"No, that's OK. She's the boss. I can wait." I thought to myself, yeah right, at this moment she's the boss, but in a minute she's going to just be my little slut.

I flipped open my laptop as I waited and sent my slut an instant message: "I think Nikki might be onto us."

About fifteen seconds later she replied, "Sorry to keep you waiting, Sir. Big trouble with DyNet. Hopefully won't be long. Nikki - No problem."

"OK," I shot back.

I opened up a demographic analysis spreadsheet I'd been developing to pass the time. After a minute or so another message popped in from Adrienne, "Nikki knows everything. I told her this morning. It's all fine. I'll explain later."

A sudden panic shot through me as I pondered the implications that our secret was out. I was shocked, but also a little exhilarated that Nikki knew of our exploits. Everything? Really? Did she know that I was Adrienne's Master and she my sex slave? Did she know about all the exploits we'd shared in Adrienne's office, in the parking garage, in the third floor men's room? I caught Nikki looking at me several times, and wondered whether she was intrigued, offended or turned on by whatever she knew. 

Just as I began entertaining a fleeting fantasy about having Nikki as my sex slave too, Adrienne's door opened and she stepped out looking extremely sexy in a short, tight black skirt and sleeveless blouse, both of which I had my hands inside of within seconds entering her office. We shared some intensely passionate kisses, with lots of frantic groping, before my curiosity about Nikki got the best of me. 

"How'd she find out?" I asked, a little breathlessly. 

"Can't I explain after I suck your cock, Sir?" Adrienne asked, as she eased down my zipper and slid her hand into my pants, squeezing my growing manhood. "I need your come, please!" She was practically begging.

"Sorry, my little slut, you'll just have to wait to have my come until I say it's time. Now, tell me about how Nikki discovered us."

Clearly disappointed and practically pouting, she released my cock and moved around behind her desk. 

"Well, truthfully, she didn't discover us. I told her," she explained plainly.

"You what?" I was incredulous.

"Nikki has always known about my lovers, and she's been an essential ally in keeping my tracks covered, especially with my husband. She's set up meetings with them, made hotel reservations, bought gifts, made phone calls. She's really amazing."

"And she's never resented it or felt used?" 

"Nikki and I have an understanding. Let's just say she is very well compensated for her services. We both appreciate the importance of what she does for me. She's never done anything to betray my trust or my confidence."

"But don't you think exposing an inter-office tryst is a lot riskier?" I asked bluntly.

"Frankly, Jason, if we're going to keep this up, we need her. And it was only a matter of time before she figured it out anyway. She's very sharp."

"I suppose you're right," I finally admitted.

"I'll prove it to you. Unlock the door," Adrienne said as she pressed her intercom button and summoned Nikki into her office.

Nikki entered, steno pad in hand, and I closed the door behind her. 

"Jason's a little worried over what I told you about us this morning. Maybe you can help put his mind at ease."

"Yes, Mistress," Nikki answered. "As you wish."

I snapped my head around and stared at Adrienne, looking at her in disbelief and confusion over what I'd just heard. I stood speechless as Adrienne moved from behind her desk and walked over to Nikki, placed her hand on her shoulder, and guided her to her knees.

"Will you please lock the door, Sir?" Adrienne asked sweetly before turning back to the kneeling Nikki. "Do as I instructed you this morning, cunt." 

"Yes, Mistress," Nikki demurred.

Slowly and deliberately Nikki unbuttoned her simple pink blouse and removed it, exposing a plain cotton bra. With her eyes fixed on the floor in front of her, she held out the blouse in front of her in her open palms. 

"She wants you to take it," Adrienne told me. I walked over to Nikki and took the blouse from her hands and placed it on a nearby chair.

Next Nikki removed her bra, folded it, and held it out in the same fashion. I noticed, as I took the plain bra from her hands, that she had tiny barbells inserted into each of her pierced nipples. 

"Tell him," Adrienne said sternly, slapping each of Nikki's breasts with her open hand such that they jiggled ferociously. 

Nikki place her hands under her swaying breasts and spoke to me, though her eyes were still staring down at the floor. "These breasts belong to my Mistress. She chose to pierce them as a sign of her ownership of me. They are but symbols of that fact that my whole being was hers. She owned my body, as she did my mind and soul. I was her cunt and existed for her pleasure. My Mistress would like you to mark my breasts with your come, Sir, that you might claim me as yours and so you will believe in the sincerity of my obedience and my silence."

I looked at Adrienne and she nodded. "Nikki, or 'my cunt' as I call her, is yours to use as I am yours to use. She has been my sub, my slave, my cunt. Mark her and claim her as yours, Sir. I offer her to you. Take her, use her, enjoy her as you have me."

My head was swimming with a thousands thoughts and questions at once, but my body was immediately compelled to do as Adrienne had indicated. I took a step toward Nikki, and she reached up and unzipped my pants, skillfully working my cock free of my shorts. In seconds she had my manhood at complete attention, sucking me expertly, with eagerness and rapt attention.

"Don't feel the need to be delicate with the cunt. She likes it rough," Adrienne explained. "Don't you cunt?"

Nikki made half an attempt to nod and offered a meager, "uh-humph" in reply. In response I wrapped my fingers through the back of Nikki's silky black hair. I forced her face roughly onto my cock, but the hand she had wrapped around the base was limiting the depth of my penetration. 

"Hands on those sweet tits, cunt," I barked out. "Pull those pretty piercings hard while I fuck your throat." 

Her hands obediently went straight to cup her breasts with her thumb and index fingers pulling at the steel rods through each nipple. Immediately I started to fuck her throat harder and deeper, but Nikki never gagged or resisted in any way. Instead she eagerly opened her throat to my ardent invasion. I would have liked to toy with the cunt more, but the excitement of the unexpected scene was soon more than I could bear, and the point of no return was soon upon me. 

I released her hair and ordered her to fuck me with her face and earn my come upon her. She responded by vigorously plunging her mouth up and down over my engorged manhood, no less so than when I'd been forcing my way in. I was astounded at the brutality she unleashed upon herself, including pulling harder on her nipples until they were extremely distended. In seconds my cock began to pulse, and the first jet of my hot jism spurted deeply into her throat. I quickly withdrew from her mouth and carefully aimed the subsequent flood toward her tits, which she kept stretched out before me by the nipples, as if offering me an eager receptacle. I emptied my balls all over them, moving back and forth, as huge streams of thick white goo dripped down the sides of each breast and between them. 

I stepped back and observed Nikki, still kneeling obediently, still tugging on her nipples, waiting for her Mistress's next instruction, or mine, I wasn't sure. 

Adrienne went to Nikki and took the spot before her where I had been standing. "My Master's come has marked and claimed you. You will obey him as you would me. You are his cunt now, and no longer mine. His pleasure, not mine, is your joy. He may have you at any time, and do with you as he wishes. He owns us both now. We are sisters in sexual slavery to him. Do you understand, cunt?"

"Yes, Mistress," Nikki replied. "I understand."

"You are no longer to address me as Mistress, and I no longer will call you my cunt. I am Adrienne, and you are Nikki. Your new Master may name you as he desires, cunt or otherwise. All the things we have discussed in detail, is all of it clear to you?

"Yes, Adrienne. It's clear." 

"Then you should look at our Master, and tell him what you feel," Adrienne said.

Nikki looked up from the floor for the first time since Adrienne had directed her to her knees and starred into my eyes with her lovely dark ones, still tugging on her nipples as come dripped down her tits and over her abdomen. "I am yours, Sir. I hope to please you as I have my Mistress. I have not submitted to a man before, but I have heard what a wonderful Master you are, and I trust myself to you. I desire to learn to serve you well. I want to assure you that you do not need to worry in any way that anyone will know that she and I belong to you as we do. All secrets are safe with me, Sir. You have my oath and vow."

"And now, Sir," Adrienne said as she sank to her knees in front of Nikki, "your slut and your new slave will seal this vow by sharing our Master's precious come." 

In a very slow and intensely seductive manner, Adrienne pulled Nikki to her feet and licked my come from her breasts, which were kept fully extended by the nipples until every drop was cleaned up and in Adrienne's mouth. At last Nikki released her nipples with a sigh as Adrienne's lips met hers. They kissed and passed my still-warm seed back and forth between them repeatedly, until at last they divided what remained between them and simultaneously swallowed it as they both looked into my eyes with a fiery lust. 

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Nikki quickly dressed and was returned to her desk outside the office, and Adrienne and I move to her couch. I had so much swirling around in my head I hardly knew where to begin. 

"I had no fucking idea," I stammered. "You tricky little slut. This was all just a big role-play scene to you?"

"No, not at all," Adrienne said, looking at me with offense in her eyes. "I'm sorry if all this comes as a shock to you. I know you were thinking I had no experience with Master/slave relationships, but I've been in the lifestyle for six years now. Until you I've always been a Domme, never as a slave. I've owned my cunt for three years."

"Have you only dominated women?" I asked.

"I've topped both men and women."

"Was Evan one of your boy toys?" I asked.

"Yes."

"Oh my god, I can't believe I fell for this." I felt like such a fool for trying to educate her about the ways of domination and submission. 

"I'm not the conniving bitch you think I am," Adrienne defended herself. "I didn't plan things to happen like this. I didn't trap you into becoming my Dom. In fact, until you took control of me that first night in my office, I would have said I could never submit to anyone. You showed me something that I was missing all along, something I craved and needed, just like you said. I didn't even know I wanted this. I never would have admitted it had it not been suddenly forced upon me. You were exactly right."

"So all that resistance you put up was fake?" I asked.

"No way. I was scared and confused just like I said. That was completely sincere. I was afraid to let go of control. I was worried about you being my employee. I was worried about things getting out of hand, about us getting caught. I was worried I wouldn't be able to submit and worried I wouldn't be able to help it. You totally shook up my world, Jason, and turned it upside down. Literally."

"Why didn't you tell me you were experienced in the lifestyle when we first started all this?

"I don't know. I was floating along, loving everything you were doing, and I was afraid if I told you that you'd maybe back off or feel weird or change things, maybe even cut it off. I wanted to just go with what was happening and see where it went. Besides, I wasn't sure it would go anywhere, and if it didn't I couldn't very well have one of my employees knowing the intimacies of my sexual preferences, now could I?"

"I guess not, but it still kind of creeps me out. I mean, here I was thinking I was bringing all this revelation to your life about the lifestyle, educating you in the ways of submission, and all the time you are probably thinking, 'I could dom better than him' or something."

"Not true at all, Jason. If you weren't good I could never have surrendered to you so completely. You're the real deal, and believe me I know what the real deal is. If you hadn't completely bowled me over with your domination, it would never have worked. It took a very strong and sincere Dom to turn me. I know a poser when I see one."

"And all that shit about wanting more, about falling for me? Was that an act too?"

"That's not fair. I told you, this was never an act. No part of it. The feelings and emotions were and are very real, including discovering my submissive side, including me being scared about it all, including me wanting more of a relationship with you. I'm falling in love with you, Jason, and that's the truth as clear as I can make it."

Though there was still a huge part of me that believed I'd been played for a fool, there was something deep inside that told me Adrienne was being completely open and honest with me about it all. I decided to make every effort to forgo my offended sense of dignity and trust her. 

"So, Nikki is mine, now?" I asked.

"Every bit as much as I am," Adrienne answered. 

"And she is alright with it all?"

"She's been my slave for three years, and a very good one. She would do whatever I ask out of obedience, including being given over to someone else. But I made it clear to hear that the choice was hers. I explained to her all about what happened with us, how your domination had enraptured me to the point where I was no longer interested in owning anyone, but only in being owned. I also made it clear that the choice was hers. I would either assist her in finding another Domme, or we could become sisters in servitude to you. She though about it, we discussed in detail what it might look like and how it might work. She chose you, Sir, and I believe she is very excited by the prospect of all this."

"Is she in love with you?" I asked point blank.

"Yes she is. And I love her dearly too. I'm actually excited about this new turn in our relationship. It will allow our friendship to take on new dimensions."

"So she's bisexual?"

"Very. And through her I have discovered that I am as well," Adrienne answered. "Sorry I didn't tell you about that either. I guess it didn't really seem relevant at the time."

"I guess not." I continued my inquiry. "I'm sorry if I'm asking too many questions, but I've never had more than one sub at a time. Do I control your sexual relationship with her too, now?"

"That's really the reason I came to this decision. I couldn't fully submit to you sexually without turning over my relationship with Nikki to you too. I have to give it all or it wasn't going to be complete."

"So you're giving up your life as a Domme?"

"Yes, Sir. That is my wish. You have shown me who I really am."

"It's all a lot to take in, but I think it all has tremendous potential. It sounds a little confusing, but extremely hot," I said sincerely.

"I'd hoped you'd be pleased by it. You understand now why I had to wait until I was sure, until I knew things would go forward with us?"

"Sure, I understand, my little slut."

I leaned down and kissed possessively, and I could still taste the remnants of my semen on her sweet lips. It was an intensely erotic make-out session, slow yet fervent, as if we were communicating soul to soul. I slipped my hand into her blouse and under her bra, pinching her right nipple firmly between my knuckles.

"You'll pierce these for me," I whispered earnestly into her ear. "It is right that you should be marked in this way."

"Yes, Sir. I can't wait to bear the sign of your ownership."

I rose and walked over to her office door to lock it. "Raise your skirt and kneel over the back of the couch, slut," I ordered.

I was surprised that my cock recovered so quickly from the milking Nikki had given me, but pleased nonetheless, and eager to make use of the fact. I fucked Adrienne furiously for ten minutes over the back of her couch, alternating between slapping her ass and giving her orgasms with my cock and fingers. After her third I spilled my seed deeply into her pussy. 

I slipped my spent cock from her engorged and sopping hole. "Don't move," I told her, as I pulled up my pants and fastened my belt. "You aren't to move until I release you."

I headed for the door of her office, when suddenly I remembered about the gift I'd bought that had been the original purpose of our meeting. "Oh, about our planned meeting this morning, I had bought you a gift. But now it seems I will need to go and buy a second one. We'll reschedule that for another time. For now I have other plans to make."

With Adrienne still draped over the couch, ass exposed and cunt dripping, I opened her door and made my exit, leaving the door just slightly ajar enough to test Adrienne's obedience to my command. I walked over to where Nikki was sitting still looking slightly flushed, and leaned down close to whisper my instructions.  

"Your Mistress now has a very messy pussy and needs someone to come clean it out with their tongue. That someone is you, cunt. Once you've got her nice and clean you can tell her that her Master releases her from the position."

Nikki smiled at me and simply said, "Yes, Sir." She walked quickly into her boss's office, and I heard the lock on the door click behind her. 

I thought to myself, "This is going to be good! Really good!"



Who's The Boss? Ch. 07



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The morning's amazing experience with my boss and her secretary left me reeling. 

But there was no sense wasting any time. It all seemed too good to be true, and who knew when all it was going to come crashing down around me? After lunch I went by Nikki's desk. She greeted me with her usual pleasant smile, but in her eyes there was a different kind of sparkle. Nikki's desk was in an alcove in front of Adrienne's office but within earshot of several offices and a cluster of desks in the large open working area of our office. I had already decided that I would need to use extra caution at all times while "playing" in the office. 

"I guess with all that's going on around here you are going to have to work late tonight." I nodded my head slightly to indicate what I wanted her answer to be. 

"Yeah, I think so. So much to be done." She winked.

"Do you suppose you could spare a few minutes to help me out with a presentation on the MLS project?"

"Sure Jason. I'll do what I can. What did you have in mind?" She raised her eyebrows at me in a sexy little way that made it hard not to laugh out loud. 

"I don't want to bother you with it right now. Maybe you can come by my office after you've finished all your other work tonight. Doesn't really matter what time it is. I'll be here really late."

"OK. Well, it will probably be after seven. That OK?"

"Perfect."

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At about 7:15 that evening Nikki tapped on my door and entered my office. She informed me that she'd scouted out the office and as far as she could tell, we were the only two people there. Still, I had her shut and lock the door anyway. 

"Take off your shirt," I instructed her sternly and without explanation as soon as the door was closed. She stood opposite my desk as she unbuttoned and removed her conservative steel blue cotton blouse, folded it neatly and handed it to me with two hands. I saw for the second time that day that she wore only an ordinary cotton full-coverage bra over the ample chest that I had covered in come just hours earlier. 

As I took the neatly folded shirt from her and tossed it onto my desk, I said, "You don't need to do the folding routine for me. Your former Mistress may have required it of you, but I do not. It wastes my time. Do you understand, cunt?" I was trying to gain some sense of the sincerity of her desire to submit to me, or whether she had simply defaulted into it out of deference for Adrienne's wishes. 

"Yes, Sir."

"One other thing. Until I decide otherwise, I think I will continue to address you as my cunt. However, since that is the name your Mistress gave you, I would like to know if my use of her name for you poses any problems."

"No, Sir. I will be your cunt, or whatever you decided to name me."

"Very well. Now, cunt, give me that bra too." She removed and handed it to me without folding it. Quick learner, I thought. Her full, shapely breasts were a delight to behold. I guessed that they were at probably a 34C, maybe D. Her quarter-sized areoles were dark and smooth, surmounted by thick, perky nipples, each adorned by a tiny barbell piercing. 

"It's a shame to place such beautiful breasts inside such despicably plain lingerie."

"Yes, Sir." In her reaction I gauged neither insult nor offense. She seemed simply intent on absorbing my comments, and I was still having trouble assessing her desire to submit. She seemed compliant enough, but I was after more than compliance. I wanted her total surrender.

"Has your Mistress controlled your attire in any way?"

"No, Sir. She allows me to dress as I please at the office. Only at home she has always required me to be naked unless she instructed specifically otherwise."

I paused to consider the pleasant picture of Nikki's shapely body prancing naked around her apartment. "I would like you to continue that practice as well."

"As you desire, Sir," she replied demurely.

"I suppose your panties are just as hideous as the bra?"

She simply shrugged. 

"That's what I thought. Show me."

Nikki unzipped her loosely pleated knee length black cotton blend skirt, dropping it to the floor. My suspicions were confirmed by the revelation of her ordinary beige cotton Hanes panties.

"Oh god," I gasped with disgust. "Take them off immediately. Throw them in the trash, along with that dreadful bra of yours. And put your clothes back on without them."

Obediently and without comment Nikki peeled down her panties, revealing, to my delight, a completely shaved pussy, and tossed them into the trashcan beside my desk. She picked up her bra off my desk and tossed it in the can as well. Submission? Perhaps. 

While she pulled on her skirt I continued. "I like you're your clean-shaven cunt, very sexy. No doubt another of your former Mistress's requests -- all the better to eat you with? You will also continue to keep yourself shaved for me." 

Nikki giggled and looked at me with a wry smile. "But, Sir, Mistress had all my pubic hair permanently removed with lasers."

We both laughed out loud at the absurdity of my command. "Oh, well then, it will be easy for you to obey me in that, won't it?"

"Yes, Sir, very easy," she chuckled.

"Now, how about something a little more challenging? I would venture to guess that the remainder of your lingerie collection is similarly outdated and unattractive. Am I correct?"

"I've never paid much attention to it. I suppose I would describe most of what I have as fairly simple," she answered matter-of-factly. 

"Well, when you get home I want you to throw away every bra and every pair of panties you own. Everything. Got it?"

"Yes Sir. Um, but will you require me to go without any underwear in the future then?" She was just finishing buttoning up her blouse, her pierced nipples showing nicely through the light cotton fabric. 

"Well, here's the deal. I've often wondered why a young woman with your delicious figure dresses so conservatively. But as much as I'd like to change that, I can't very well suddenly and completely change the way you dress. People would start to ask questions. As I've explained to Adrienne, we need to proceed with caution here."

She took a seat in the chair across from me and responded with a thoughtful look. "I guess I've always been a little shy about my body. Mistress, I mean Adrienne thought that by keeping me naked at home, I'd grow more comfortable with my body, but it didn't work out that way. I never minded being naked for her around my apartment, it was a simple act of obedience, but it never translated into more provocative dress or anything. I don't really know why. Clothes, including lingerie, have never really mattered much to me."

"Well, regardless, it matters to me, and I plan to start by revamping what you wear underneath your clothes. I have a penchant for fine and feminine lingerie, and in this you will learn to please me. Since you seem to own no lingerie that remotely appeals to me, I am going to replace it all with what I like."

"But if I throw away everything tonight when I get home, what will I wear tomorrow? 

"Tomorrow night we'll do a shopping trip together to Arbor Court Mall, where I intend to outfit you with a completely new lingerie wardrobe. As for tomorrow, I suppose you'll just have to do without a bra or panties for a day. Can you obey me in this?"

"Yes, Sir. It will be a challenge, as you say, 'not to raise suspicions,' but I can come up with some properly concealing clothes."

"Very good, cunt. You may go now." 

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The next day was extremely hectic at work, and passed without any advancement in the use of my two slaves. That night I had Nikki meet me at the mall, which I'd chosen because it was on the far side of town, and we spent the evening shopping for the kind of lingerie wardrobe I desired for her. 

At the first stop, a bustling mid-scale department store, I stood at a distance as she picked a few items to try on. To her surprise, and under the mild protest of the "helpful" saleswomen flitting about, I joined her in the fitting room as she modeled each item for me. As I reviewed the first few items, which were not to my liking, I explained to her what I found undesirable about them and why they did not properly enhance her appearance. 

Though the focus of our outing was on the surrender of her lingerie to my desires, I figured at some point I'd take the opportunity to use her for my pleasure. However, I didn't realize how extremely horny I would become as I watched her try on the lingerie. Plus, I hadn't had any chance to act on the deep sense of lust had been raging inside me since taking ownership of the cunt in Adrienne's office the previous day, though I'd been constantly fantasizing about the delights in store for me with my two beautiful sex slaves. 

So after Nikki donned the third selection, a scanty little black lace demi-bra and bikini panty set, I had her pose for a more detailed inspection. I sat on the padded bench and instructed her turn about several times, stroking her lithe body sensually through the lacy fabric as if checking the material and fit. After finally approving of the choice, I asked for her cell phone and clicked several photographs of her in various poses. The damp spot in her panties showed me that Nikki was obviously aroused. Was it the humiliation of people seeing us enter the fitting room together or being subjected to my careful inspection and subsequent photos? I had also been purposefully commenting on her lovely, near-naked body and the appearance of the lingerie loudly enough that others in the next booth would likely hear, and I'm sure some also easily identified the faux shutter sound of her cell phone camera. 

By the time I finished clicking the sexy pictures, I had a raging hard-on, so I instructed Nikki to kneel between my legs by pointing to the floor between my feet as I worked my cock out of my pants. She knew exactly what I wanted, and went at it fervently and without hesitation. Within a few minutes her talented mouth was rewarded with a significant load of my spunk. She eagerly slurped up every bit, and then licked me clean. 

After having her pose in a few more styles that I pretty much knew would be rejects, which I used to further inform her of my dislikes and preferences, I sent her back out on the showroom floor to make her own selection of something she thought I would approve of. This assignment had two purposes: first, to see how willingly she would face those who likely knew exactly what was going on in our dressing room, thus furthering her humiliation, and to test her ability to select lingerie according to my desires. She did an excellent job, choosing a pretty red set. The bra was a simple satin number, cut in a way that seriously enhanced her cleavage. The little thong panties were indeed a delight, and showed off her sexy ass perfectly. After a few more pictures, I paid for our purchases and left for the next shop, amidst knowing looks from the sales women and patrons alike. 

No lingerie shopping trip could be considered complete without the required visit to Victoria's Secret, so that was our next stop. My lust was sated for the time being, so I did little to arouse myself or subjugate Nikki during out time there. We did pick up some delightful lingerie, however, including several garter belts and a variety of stockings, along with several bras and a dozen or so different pairs of sexy panties. 

This particular mall also happened to have a Frederick's store, which is part of the reason I had selected it. As we stood out front of the store I simply gave Nikki the instruction to go into the store and locate one of the saleswomen whom she found attractive. I told her to inform the woman that she was looking to buy her first corset and needed help finding and fitting it. She was to make sure the woman would help her into the corset and assist with lacing it up and checking the fit. 

"When you find one you think I'll approve of and have it fitted, send the saleswoman to fetch me to see it on you. Make it clear to her that I must approve of it. In fact, please inform her that I must approve of any lingerie you wear. I'll be waiting right here," I said pointing to the bench a few feet away. 

About fifteen minutes later a pretty, petite blonde approached me and blushed deeply as she said, "Nikki is ready for you to come and approve of her corset selection."

"Thank you for helping her, Miss -- "

"Alison. I'm Alison," she said sweetly.

"Thank you Alison. Did you have any trouble finding one with a good fit?" I said, as we headed together back toward the fitting room with me right behind her, ogling her cute ass as it swayed in her tight black dress pants. 

"Oh no," she replied enthusiastically, "I think you'll be very pleased. She looks very lovely in it."

Alison knocked on the door and opened it just enough for me to enter. Nikki was an absolute knockout standing there laced tightly into a fine black jacquard full corset. I ran my hands over the taut waistline and up over her proud breasts. 

"Nicely done, Alison," I said in a loud voice, assuming that she was waiting outside the door for my verdict. "It's perfect."

I opened the door and stepped out, leaving the door agape to expose Nikki's beautifully corseted body to anyone who might pass by. "We'll take this one and one in red and another in white, please. I'll need a matching g-string and a thong for each color as well. Can you see to it?"

"Of course," she replied and walked off to fetch the additional items.

I stepped back inside with Nikki to find her gazing at herself in the mirror. "How do you like what you see?"

"It's about the sexiest thing I've ever worn," she gushed as she brushed her hands over the satiny material. "It's tight but not uncomfortable. It feels so engulfing and constraining yet deliciously freeing and sexually empowering at the same time. I can't really explain it. "

"You certainly look fantastic. I want you to wear a corset into the office at least once a week for me. Do you think you can learn to lace it up by yourself?" 

"I think so. I'll do my best."

"Well, if you need Adrienne to cinch you up another inch or two after you get to work, you certainly can."

I paid for everything and we moved on. 

At our last stop, a ritzy upscale department store, I switched tactics a bit and turned up the heat significantly. We walked together to the entrance of the dressing room area, where a tall, sophisticated, brown-haired woman was arranging items returned from the fitting rooms and managing the general flow of people and clothing articles in and out. 

I smiled pleasantly at the woman as I slipped my arm around Nikki's waist. "Good evening, Ma'am. My name is Jason. My girl Nikki and I are here to refresh her lingerie wardrobe to something a bit more stylish and up-to-date, something more to my liking. I would greatly appreciate your assistance in this matter."

"Good evening, Sir, Ma'am. My name is Nataliya, and I vood be gladt to assist you." She put forth her hand while speaking and I took it in mine, squeezing gently, holding a bit longer than decorum would permit. Her name and thick accent sounded Russian to me. The sexy accent, together with her tall, slender appearance and form-fitting skirt and top caused my cock to stir immediately. I'm sure Nikki noticed her too.

Nikki blushed as she and Nataliya shook hands. "Thank you," Nikki said shyly.

I took out my wallet and handed the saleswoman a fifty-dollar bill as her eyes widened. "I know it is almost closing time, but perhaps you could stay a few extra minutes to help us finalize our purchases? I'm sure your manager will understand, as I hope to become a regular customer here, assuming we are well treated and your merchandise is satisfactory. I do tend to spend a great deal of money on lingerie."

"Of course," she replied gratefully, folding and slipping the bill into the tiny hip pocket of her skirt. 

"Nataliya, I think we should start with something very sheer and rather feminine, perhaps in a pale blue? Will you help Nikki find something like that?" I took a seat in the comfortable leather chair outside the dressing rooms and watched the two women head for the lingerie section of the store. A few minutes later the two returned, and I caught Nikki checking out Nataliya several times as the strolled toward me. Nataliya carried two selections: one was a whisper-thin underwire bra and low-rise panty set; the other, not quite so sheer as the first, had a camisole top instead of a bra and matching g-string panties. 

Nikki took one of the sets and the two women help up the choices for my review. "Hmmm. It's difficult to choose. They are both beautiful but so different. I think I'll need to see them on," I said in a matter-of-fact way. "Go change and let me know when you are ready to show me."

Nikki headed obediently into the dressing room, and Nataliya went back to sorting the stack of clothes that had been discarded haphazardly by the day's shoppers. I watched her lasciviously as she went about her duties. She knew I was watching her, too, because each time she glanced over at me my eyes were fixed on her, obviously looking her up and down. I made no attempt to hide my stares, yet it didn't seem to make her uncomfortable, as she always held my gaze for several seconds before looking away. She was probably used to having men check her out, and I figured her for the type that enjoyed it. Her legs were long and slender beneath her simple black pencil skirt. Her slim waist and slight bust were highlighted by the tightly fitted cut of her stretchy cap-sleeved white button-up blouse. She was long and thin, but not at all waif-ish or boney. Though she wasn't exactly my preferred body type, I definitely found her very alluring and attractive. 

She may have been slightly more uncomfortable with how I was looking her over if she knew I was also trying to discern whether or not I could get her to join in on the degradation of my cunt? I detected no offense at the mild domination of Nikki that I'd intentionally displayed in front of her so far, but I wanted to find out whether she might be willing to play a part in it. I wanted to press things with her, but I certainly didn't want her to end up calling security on us. It would be a fine line to walk until I knew if she was in.

I stood and walked over to the rack where she was hanging up some clothes and leaned against the wall. "You know Nikki and I, we have a special kind of relationship."

Nataliya replied without looking up. "You don't need to explain to me."

"I just didn't want you to be offended by my actions," I tried to explain anyway.

"People has a right to live how dey like to do. Dats how I feel." 

"Well, it's refreshing to meet someone as open-minded as you are, especially someone as attractive as you are. I'm very glad we came her tonight."

"I am also glad," she admitted, as she gave me what I took to be a slightly naughty smile. Still, her answers left me with some ambiguity as to her willingness to participate in the evening's escapades, but before I could follow up on my line of inquiry, Nikki called out.

"Jason," I heard from the dressing room. "I'm ready."

I looked into the elegant Russian woman's eyes, seeking permission to enter where men were clearly not normally allowed. Seeing as how Nikki and I were the only customers, she nodded me in. I went to the door of Nikki's room and opened it slowly. Rather than enter, however, I stood in the open doorway and made my examination. I motioned Nikki to me and she stepped cautiously forward, anxiously looking through the doorway for anyone else who might be present. 




Who's The Boss? Ch. 07



"We're alone except for Nataliya. Don't worry," I assured her. I reached out my hand and stroked one of her pierced nipples through the translucent blue material of her bra. Her sweet bud jumped to attention for me. "I like the way this shows off your assets, though I'm not so sure you'd be able to wear this for work. Still, for play it's very nice." I continued playing with her nipple for a moment, tugging lightly on the barbell through the stretchy thin fabric. 

"Turn for me," I instructed. She stepped back from the doorway and turned around slowly. 

"I like it," I said. "Now, hand me your phone."

Nikki looked at me with dissent, but didn't say anything as she again dug her phone from her purse. I took several snapshots of the outfit through the open doorway. I noticed that Nataliya looked around toward us when she heard the shutter sound. I just smiled at her and winked. I was surprised and pleased when she smiled and winked back. Perhaps she'd seen all kinds of goings on in these dressing rooms before and was no longer shocked by such shenanigans, or perhaps she was a bit intrigued and exhilarated by the show Nikki and I were interjecting into her otherwise boring evening. I decided I it was time to find out. With the door ajar and Nikki standing exposed in her sexy little bra and panties, I walked back toward the fitting room entrance. 

"Nataliya, could I please get your opinion on Nikki's bra?" I asked.

"Of course," she replied with a grin and followed me back down the short hallway of doors. 

I entered the little room and held the door wide open as Nikki looked down at the floor, clearly embarrassed at being put on display. Nataliya towered in the doorway, nearly six feet tall in her high heels. "How may I assist?"

"Do you think Nikki's pretty pierced nipples show through too much in this?" I asked, already knowing the obvious answer.

"Vell," the woman paused, "that all depends on vut you tink is too much, yah?"

"I'd like to know what you think," I pressed her.

"I tink I like it. I like it veddy much. Veddy sexy."

I reached out and stroked one of Nikki's nipples with my fingers, causing it to stand out even more. "And now. Do you still like it?"

"Oh Yes. Veddy nice." Her face was flushed but she was watching intently as I played with my little cunt's tender buds. 

I moved behind Nikki and reached around to cup both her heavy breasts in my hands. "Thank you, Natiliya. I appreciate your honest opinion." 

Unfortunately, rather than stay to watch me play more with Nikki, as I had hoped she would, she simply said, "You are velcome," and disappeared back down the hallway, leaving Nikki and I alone. Damn.

I squeezed Nikki's tits firmly as I spoke quietly in her ear. "Do you like exposing yourself to strangers? Did you like the way Nataliya was looking at you?"

"This isn't something I've ever done before, Sir, and it makes me very uncomfortable. "

"But you like being made to do it, don't you? Having a sexy woman look you over turns you on doesn't it. I think she found you sexy."

She didn't respond right away, and I could tell she was trying to accurately capture her emotions. 

"It makes me embarrassed to be undressed like this with her watching me."

"You didn't answer my question, Nikki. Tell me how much you like being made to expose your lovely body to complete strangers."

"But I told you. I don't like it."

"No you didn't. You told me you were embarrassed. I understand your sense of humiliation. But what I want to know is if it also turns you on."

"No, Sir."

I continued squeezing her left tit through her sheer bra with one hand while I trailed the other one down across her stomach and over the front of the little blue panties. They were soaked through, and her pussy lips were clearly swollen with excitement. 

My voice was stern but not angry. "Deceitful little cunt. You lied to me, didn't you? You knew how wet you were, and yet you denied it. Now tell me the truth."

I pressed a finger firmly between her distended nether lips, easily forcing the flimsy material of her panties up into her sopping hole. 

"Tell me," I insisted more strongly, squashing her tit harder and fiercely stretching the panties up inside her almost to the point of tearing them. 

"I... I like being made to do... to do nasty things."

She sighed and leaned back against me slightly. I slipped two fingers under the elastic of her panties and stuffed them into her as deeply as I could. Her sigh turned to a gasp. I finger-fucked her for a minute and then withdrew my soggy fingers, tracing them slowly up toward her clit. I found her bud easily, already erect and needing, and slowly traced circles around it, staying teasingly close to the electric nib.

"Of course you like doing nasty things. Now that wasn't so hard to admit was it?"

"Yes, Sir. It was." Her voice was breathless.

"You know that I'm going to make you do lots of nasty things for me, don't you? You want me to do that, don't you? Tell me what you want." I squeezed her clit between my two fingers.

"Oh god. Oh god. Yes, Sir. I want you to make me do nasty things for you. I want you to come in my mouth in dressing rooms, take naughty pictures of me in public, let strangers look at my body, humiliate me any way you want to. I want to be your nasty cunt. I want you to use me."

"Good girl, good cunt." I continued the frontal assault on her clit, bringing her obviously to the brink of orgasm several times. I forced her ass back against my hardened manhood and ground myself into her as I teased her repeatedly to the brink and back, until she was begging me to finish her off. 

"Please, Sir, please make me come. Oh fuck, I need it."

"First you have another lingerie set to try on for me and Nataliya." I withdrew my fingers from her panties and released her tit. 

"Yes, Sir," she sighed in frustration. 

I took a seat on the bench and stroked my hard cock through my pants as I watched her change from the sheer blue set to the pretty camisole and g-string. After I inspected, approved and photographed the outfit, I handed Nikki another fifty-dollar bill and told her to take it to Nataliya. I told her to apologize for keeping her so late and to use teh money and her charms to get her to come back to the dressing room, whatever it took. I made it clear that she was not to return without the woman. 

She padded gingerly out into the hall of the changing area, her naked ass exposed by the g-string and her breasts practically spilling out of the tight camisole. Her eyes darted around for any others who might have come into the area, and slowly she made her way down the hallway. I heard the ladies talking quietly and less than a minute later, they were back.

"Come in, please, both of you, and close the door." Nikki entered, followed closely by the pretty Russian woman. 

"Nataliya, I want you to know that I deeply appreciate your flexibility and open-mindedness in helping us out here tonight. I plan to speak on your behalf to your supervisor at my earliest convenience. But I have one more favor to ask of you tonight."

"Yes?" she said tentatively, her eyes shifting about somewhat nervously but with a glint of excitement in them.

"Before I ask you, Nikki wants to apologize for this." I held up the little blue panties that she'd been wearing. "You see, I'm afraid she soaked them through with her arousal. It rather turned her on to have you watch her, being practically naked as she was, er, is. Now kneel in front of Nataliya and apologize to her, Nikki. Tell her how naughty you were."

Nikki sank to her knees and spoke to the saleswoman while looking down at the floor near her feet. "I'm sorry, Nataliya. I got these pretty panties all wet while you were watching me. I was a very naughty girl. I shouldn't have been turned on by it, but I liked having you looking at me. You are very beautiful."

"Tell her how turned on you are right now," I coaxed her.

"Yes. I'm very turned on, even now."

"Nikki, stand up and look into Nataliya's eyes." She did as I asked and the two women locked gazes. 

"Would you like Nataliya to kiss you right now?" I inquired.

She hesitated and turned a pale red, but didn't take her eyes from the woman standing over her. "Yes. I would like that very much."

"Nataliya, have you ever kissed a woman?"

It was the Russian's turn to blush. "Yes," she said without explanation. 

"And would you like to kiss Nikki right now?"

"Yes," she answered simply, as she stepped forward and leaned down toward my cunt without hesitation. Their lips brushed together lightly at first, Nataliya gently dragging her slightly parted lips over Nikki's thick, pursed ones. Gradually the two intensified the kiss until their mouths were pressed fully upon each other, their tongues eventually probing deeply into one another. Nataliya's fingers nestled the back of Nikki's head tangling into her long hair, as Nikki responded by wrapping her arms around Nataliya's waist. It was a wonderfully erotic sight. 

As the two continued their passionate embrace, I moved behind Nikki and reached my hands around her, slipping them under her cami and forcing them between the two women's embracing bodies. I slid my hand up over Nikki's heaving chest, squeezing her pierced nipples between two fingers as I grabbed her mounds. I massaged her near-perfect tits as I pressed my hardening cock against her ass. After a minute, I subtly slipped one hand from beneath her camisole and began running it over Nataliya's pert B-cup breasts, whose thick, hardened nipples were eagerly responding to my attentions through her thin bra. Both women were moaning softly at my treatment of their feminine orbs while the maintained their hot kiss without pause. 

It wasn't long before my hand was once again inside Nikki's little g-string, finger-fucking her wet pussy as sounds of loud sopping flesh and the smell of her arousal filled the small room. I clandestinely ran my other hand up Nataliya's skirt, quickly locating the damp patch between her legs, which she had subtly spread to allow me improved access. My fingers were inside her satin panties and thrusting into her tight, wet pussy within seconds. As I simultaneously thumbed over their engorged clitorises, the women's moans intensified into groans and gasps, their excitement rising and their kissing growing even more passionate. 

I moved my fingers in and out of the two women simultaneously, not stopping as I spoke. "Nataliya, Nikki very badly wants come. And as you have seen, she is such a naughty slut. In fact I would guess that she doesn't care how or from whom she gets it, just as long as she gets it. Nikki, I want you to convince Nataliya to make you come."

"Please," Nikki grunted against Nataliya's lips.

"Please what?" I inquired.

"Please, will you make me come?" she mumbled into Nataliya's mouth.

"Who do you want to make you come? Do you really want this woman, this complete and total stranger to give you an orgasm? Are you really that much of a nasty cunt?"

"Yes. Yes I want her to."

"Tell her, not me," I insisted.

Nikki briefly broke off their kiss for the first time and looked up at the lovely stranger. "Please, please will you make me come? Oh god, please."

"Yes," Nataliya panted as her hips continued to thrust rhythmically against my invading fingers. 

I withdrew my fingers from both women and quickly peeled Nikki's g-string panties down her legs, leaving them bunched around her ankles. Immediately Nataliya stretched her long arm down between Nikki's wet cunt lips and resumed kissing her as she fondled her toward orgasm. Her motions were skillful and confident -- this was obviously not her first time with a woman. 

Meanwhile, my balls were growing increasingly desperate for a release of their own. I freed my cock from my pants and pushed it between Nikki's ass cheeks, sliding it down between her moist and pouting pussy lips. She stepped out of the panties around her feet and spread her legs to allow me to enter her, which I did with fervency. As I thrust up into Nikki's sopping gash, Nataliya continued working deftly on her clit, though also occasionally reaching down and fondling my nuts as I pounded in and out.  

It was only moments before Nikki was ready to explode. Me too. As she came, Nikki cried out and thrashed wildly back onto my cock, gripping it desperately with her convulsing pussy walls and milking my orgasm from me. I thrust into her deeply, pressing my loins into her fleshy ass and shooting stream after stream of hot semen into her hungry snatch. 

Eventually we both regained our senses, and I slipped my spent member from inside of Nikki with a wet popping sound. 

Nataliya, still breathless and needy, looked down at Nikki and simply said, "Please."

I moved behind the pretty Russian girl and worked her tight skirt up onto her hips, and then yanked her panties down and off over her high heels. I guided her to sit on the bench and she leaned back against the wall behind her, gratefully spreading her legs. Without instruction from me Nikki knelt between them and began eagerly and expertly lapping at Nataliya's pussy and clit. I took a seat next to her on the bench and began kissing her and fondling her breasts inside her top. It was clear from her kisses that she was desperately excited and quickly vaulting toward her peak. She sucked my tongue into her mouth and gave a guttural cry as her orgasm crashed over her. Her thighs were clamped tightly around Nikki's head as her frantic tongue flicked repeatedly over Nataliya's engorged clit, wringing every ounce of pleasure from the stranger's body.

At last Nataliya pushed Nikki's head away and broke off our kiss, begging, "Stop!" 

A few minutes later we stood together in satiated silence as our new friend rang up our slightly soiled and sweaty selections. As she handed me the bag I thanked her for the great service and assured her that as very satisfied customers, we'd certainly be back again soon.

I think Nikki was still slightly in shock over the events of the evening as we walked without talking through the mostly-empty parking lot. As I helped her load her bags into her car, I thanked her for being such an obedient and compliant little cunt. I then informed her that each morning, after putting on her lingerie selection for the day and before dressing, she was to send to my cell phone the corresponding picture from among those that I'd just taken with her cell phone. Or, as necessary she would need to take additional photos using her phone and a mirror. I instructed her to type in the caption "for my Master's pleasure" before sending each photo to me. I explained that there would be consequences if she failed in this daily assignment. She agreed without protest.

Nikki slipped quietly into the driver's seat of her sporty Audi A4 and closed the door. After she started the engine I tapped lightly on her window. She pushed the button to roll it down and looked over at me inquisitively.

"I've changed my mind about keeping you naked while at home. Instead I want you to always wear some of the lingerie I've chosen for you tonight. As you do I want you to recall what took place here tonight, how deeply you submitted to me and how freely I used you for my pleasure. You can imagine that there's so much more to come."

"Yes, Sir," she smiled. "I will do as you wish."

I leaned down through the window and kissed her. It was the first kiss we'd shared since I became her Master, and it was magnificent. 

She spoke with sincere emotion in her voice. "Thank you, Sir. Thank you -- for everything."



Who's The Boss? Ch. 08



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I was riding pretty high about the fact that both my boss and her secretary were now serving as my personal submissive sex toys. Yet despite the incredible night of debauchery with Nikki during our lingerie-shopping spree, I still felt a little unsettled about everything. The deception by my boss, Adrienne, about her past Dominatrix experiences somehow cast an ambiguous pall of doubt over me. Before discovering her secret, I had been so pleased with how I'd so readily educated her in the lifestyle, how quickly she'd been turned into my submissive little slut. But it came to light that all along she'd been keeping her secretary Nikki as her own submissive for years. Why hadn't she come right out and told me that she was a Domme interested in switching into a submissive role? Although her explanation at the time of the revelation of all this seemed plausible and sincere, and she hadn't actually lied to me about anything, the deceit seemed wrong, and I couldn't completely shake the impact of her duplicity. 

On the positive side, mitigating the doubts, I took pride in how quickly and completely I had turned her. I'd succeeded in exposing her deep need for submission, and propelled her headlong into it with forceful vigor. There was something to be said for that. Plus, the notion of having two sexy, submissive women under my complete domination was going to open up entirely new worlds of pleasurably deviant possibilities. Of course having a deviant sexual relationship with two women in my office at one time was going to require more than twice as much caution if we were not to be caught and have our hopes ruined.

The erotic potential of this new arrangement was truly mind-boggling.

I had an early appointment the next morning with Adrienne and a small project team (yes, an actual business-related appointment), and I paused at Nikki's desk on my way into the boss's office. I wanted to ask her how she felt about her new lingerie, which I happened to know from the photo I received via cell phone that morning was a pretty black lace demi-bra and matching bikini panties, but I couldn't figure out a way to ask in sufficiently coded language, fearing that being too playful where others might overhear was too risky. So I just moved on into Adrienne's office after exchanging a knowing smile with Nikki. 

At the conclusion of our meeting, I lingered as the others filtered out. I couldn't shake the many questions that had been rolling through my mind about Adrienne, about her past, and about her relationship with Nikki. I wondered how she now envisioned moving things forward. I wanted a chance to clear the air a little and soon.

When it seemed we were alone, I spoke, still using coded language for safety. "I'm thinking we should have another meeting with MLS. I've got some questions I need to have clarified, and I think a face-to-face is the best way to get them resolved. Should I try to set up a dinner meeting for tonight?"

"I'm sorry, Jason, my husband is just back in town and we have dinner plans for tonight. Should we try to do it by phone conference?"

"Drinks late?" I countered.

"Can't tonight. Sorry," she replied. "If it has to be in person, have Nikki set up a lunch meeting tomorrow. Tell her to reschedule Aldridge for Thursday, OK?"

Disappointed, I made the necessary arrangement with Nikki on my way out and headed toward my office feeling strange. Adrienne's denial of my request to meet that night only fueled the nagging doubts I was having about the sincerity of her submission. In my head I understood that she couldn't take risks now that her husband had returned, but I wondered, now that everything was out in the open about her past Domme life, whether some of the thrill had gone for her. It was plausible to me that her husbands return was just an excuse to avoid discussion, and it seemed like things with Adrienne were somehow slipping backward. 

I needed to confront her about it, and I wanted an immediate answer. Back in my office I opened my IM program and saw she was on. I typed a quick, curt, but unambiguous command.

me>> Drink hubby's come tonight.

There was what seemed like a long pause, and I wondered what kind of response my instruction would garner from her. 

her>> But I never give him oral sex. He'll completely freak.

me>> Do it. Do it good - like I know you can. Make him fill your hot mouth. And swallow it while you look him in the eyes, like the slut you are.

her>> I can't. He'll question me about it. He'll be suspicious.

me>> Think of an answer. You're a creative liar.

her>> That's not fair.

me>> You'll do it because I want you to do it. 

her>> Yes, Sir

It seemed I had my answer. She was still my little slut. I sat back and smiled to myself, knowing that she would do as I had asked, simply because I had asked, despite her reticence. Good little slut.

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We met at our usual out-of-the-way place, Schruff's Grill, for lunch the next day. I was sitting with my back to the wall, watching her as she came in. Damn she looked good. I decided right then and there that I might just have to fall in love with this wonderful woman. She was dressed in a sleeveless red and black print chiffon number, with a slightly cleavage-baring neckline and an above the knee hemline, both delicately framed in wispy black lace. I always loved the way she skirted the limits of "acceptable" office attire. She was one of the few women I knew who could get away with it. 

She smiled a sexy smile as she sauntered my way, her shoulder-length dark blonde hair swishing across the back of her neck in counter-rhythm with her subtly swaying hips. There's nothing sexier than a woman who knows she's turning every male head in the place – likely a few female heads as well. 

"I like the dress," I said as she took her seat.

"I wore it for you, Sir. No panties, just a garter belt and stockings. For you." 

"I know. That's part of the reason I like it. The other part is that you look so damn fuckable in it."

"Are you going to fuck me in it then?" I was surprised that she didn't bother to lower her voice, but we were in a corner booth and there was quite a hum about the restaurant. Despite the fact that many eyes had followed her to her table, I supposed that no one overheard our blatantly sexual conversation.

"I suppose I'll fuck you if I wish, when I wish, and how I wish. But you know that already."

"Yes, of course. You are the boss." We both laughed at the paradoxical meaning. 

"Tell me about your obedience to me last night with your husband." I said, quickly shifting the conversation. 

"Yes. I obeyed you, Sir."

"I had no doubt you would. And did he respond as you anticipated?"

"It was more of a challenge than I thought. I had to practically beg him to let me suck him. Stupid man."

"But once you got that magic mouth of yours working I bet he didn't protest much."

"We hadn't had sex in a month and a half. He lasted less than a minute. He wasn't even fully hard yet. He tried to warn me that he was going to come, tried to pull out, because I never let him come in my mouth. But I grabbed his hips and shoved him in deeper while he spurted a rather large load. I did as you said. I pulled away after he filled my mouth, looked him in the eyes and swallowed it all. I don't think he knew what to do with that. He was all apologetic after – like he'd violated some sacred vow or something. He was in shock."

"What did you say?"

"I said absolutely nothing. I kissed him goodnight and went to sleep. I was doing my damnest not laugh at the ludicrousness of what I'd just done."

"What will you say if he asks you about it later?"

"He won't. We don't talk about sex. Ever."

I smiled at her and reached across the table to take her hand in mine. "You were an obedient little slut, Adrienne. I'm sorry I brought your husband into this, but I had to test your submission, and it's the best way I could think of."

She quickly withdrew her hand and shot me an insulted look. "Test my submission? I haven't shown you enough how deeply I'm committed to being your little slut already?" 

"That was before. Before I knew you were an experienced Domme. Before I knew you misled me."

"I never meant to mislead you, Sir. I never claimed to be inexperienced in the lifestyle. I just let you assume. I don't even know why. Maybe I was afraid you'd back off if you knew. Maybe I was afraid you'd try to be different with me. I wanted the real dominant in you, not something you thought I thought you should be."

"You know, I have no choice but to believe you, Adrienne. Still, if you've got other shit that you are hiding from me, I need to know it. I need to know it right now. Is that clear? No more surprises."

"Yes, Sir."

For the next hour we talked at length about her past experiences in the lifestyle. How she'd been introduced to domination six years prior when she stumbled into a chat room where an online scene was taking place. She was sucked into it immediately, and she fingered herself to three incredible orgasms before finally logging off. She assumed, because of her naturally dominant personality, that being a Domme suited her best. And she certainly enjoyed dominating men. Starting first with online relationships, she soon grew frustrated with the limitations of virtual encounters. Her first few real-time relationships were short-lived and filled with drama, but she quickly learned to discern better what she was looking for in her male subs.

Years into the lifestyle, mostly out of curiosity, she began toying with the idea of dominating women, which led to her first lesbian experiences. But she never had a serious female slave relationship until Nikki. Being astute and insightful like she is, Nikki was onto Adrienne's sexual bent within a few months of starting work as her administrative assistance. After many frank and revealing conversations about domination and submission, Adrienne finally agreed to train Nikki as a submissive. She took to it voraciously, and their friendship and master/slave relationship flourished. Things were still going strong almost three years in – until earlier that week, when she turned Nikki over to serve me.

"So tell me what made you decided to give Nikki to me" I inquired.

"Like I explained before, Sir. I am no longer interested in being the dominant one in a relationship, either male or female. I am a submissive. It was you who showed me that it's submission I crave. There was no way I could completely surrender to you if I kept Nikki as my slave. But I love her, and didn't want to completely lose my relationship with her. So I came up with the idea of us both being yours. It makes perfect sense. We're both excited about it."

"And there's no risk of jealousy here between the two of you?" 

"Some risk, I suppose," Adrienne shrugged. "But I love you both, and if you are both happy then I will be too."

It all sounded plausible, but I noted to myself that this jealousy question was going to need to be tested. 

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I spent a few hours after lunch getting hooked up with Nikki's IM and personal email contact info, and I set her up a personal blog site similar to Adrienne's, giving each of them access to the other's blog, with the idea that transparency was the best way to fight envy and resentment. After sending Nikki a personal email with links to her new blog, I asked her to write an entry concerning our encounter at the mall the night before. I explained to her that writing assignments would be a regular requirement, and I mad it clear that although Adrienne had access to read and comment on her blog, I was her intended audience and she was to hold nothing back. 

What I didn't tell either of them was that I had installed an invisible tracker that would log the time each of the spent on either journal site. I was certain that this information was going to come in handy at some point in the future, though I wasn't sure exactly how or when.

Late that afternoon I read Nikki's account of our lingerie-shopping trip. I was struck immediately by the expressive talent she showed in her writing: intelligent, creative and well-considered. I was also struck by the intensity of the lust our evening together at the mall had stirred in her. Since her response hadn't been completely clear to me during or directly after the encounter, I deduced that the reserved Nikki was also good at hiding her feelings - something I was going to need to break her out of in time.

I immediately sent Adrienne an email with a link to Nikki's blog. I asked her to respond to it by sending me a private email. I didn't tell her why. I didn't let her know that I wanted to find out exactly how it made her feel to read how I'd brutally used her sister slave and spoiled her with a new lingerie wardrobe. I wasn't trying to set up a competition between my pets, but I needed to test the waters of jealousy in order to help me gauge our way forward. 

Her response was as disappointing as it was surprising. It was a one-line email. "Can I ask her to show me?"

I simply answered. "If she wishes to."

It wasn't until later that evening that I found out, by reading Adrienne's account of their "show and tell" session in Adrienne's office immediately after work, exactly how she felt after reading Nikki's blog. She was not the least bit envious of what happened with me and Nikki, but rather became extremely aroused after reading the intimate details of our erotic experiences in those dressings rooms the previous night. 

As Adrienne described it, Nikki teased her with a slow, sensual striptease, during which she not once bothered to fold or present her dispatched clothing. She teased her boss into a frenzy, not once allowing her to touch her increasingly naked body as she writhed around the office to the dance beat. Slowly and provocatively she worked her way down, over the course of many minutes, to just her new bra and panties, which were completely soaked by the end of her erotic dance. I imagined as I read, Nikki standing there in front of Adrienne, gyrating her sweet ass as she slipped her hand into her little black panties and fingering herself toward ultimate ecstasy. 

Adrienne describe how incredibly seductive Nikki was standing there in front of her office couch from which she'd viewed the show; how sexy she looked and how it drove her wild not to be allowed to touch her. Normally Nikki would have served at her boss's every desire, but suddenly they were launched into an entirely new dynamic. She went on to describe how delicious and refreshing the sex was that followed between her and Nikki, coupling for the first time as equals instead of Mistress and slave. She was free to generously spoil Nikki to three intense orgasms with her tongue and hands, and she gladly received return attentions without feeling the need to dominate or humiliate her in the least. She loved losing control and not having to concern herself with maintaining her position of authority. It was an hour of long, slow, passionate lovemaking such as the couple had never experienced before.

In the afterglow, as my little slut and my cunt lounged half-naked together in each other's arms, Nikki still dressed only the gifts I had bestowed up on her lovely body, the pair talked about their mutual addiction and excitement in submitting to me. Adrienne wrote effusively of how it seemed all the pieces had fallen perfectly into place for her. And she thanked me for making it so. 

For Nikki's part, as I read in her own blog account, the new lingerie was a definite hit. Her earlier entry had focused primarily on the lurid details of the sex that went on in the various store dressing rooms. This latest entry was more about her emotional response to the whole thing, perhaps brought on by the incredible sex she and Adrienne shared on the couch of her office after the striptease. Nikki too, was genuinely excited about the turn of events over the past few days. She admitted to some initial apprehension, but clearly those early doubts had been largely put to rest by the tandem experiences of my dressing room domination and her tryst with Adrienne. 

My doubts were dissipating quickly as well, and it was time to fan the flames of excitement that my two sex slaves held for this new poly-amorous arrangement. It was time to take things to the next level – time to clearly and powerfully demonstrate my state of ownership and challenge the depth of their submission to me. 

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That night I sent both women an email, putting them on orgasm restriction until further notice. I planned to do everything in my power to make them randy and to keep them that way, but prevent them for finding relief. I wanted them desperate and eager to do whatever I might challenge them to do. On top of the orgasm denial, I also prohibited them from playing with each other without my permission. 

Next I started up an erotic chain story that began with the three of us meeting for the first time on the first day of a seven-day Caribbean cruise. I set it up by describing the scene in the bar where we met, with both of them dressed to the nines and looking to get fucked. I also made it clear that the characters in the story had backgrounds identical to our own real-life situations. I passed the story first to Adrienne, instructing her to add a section and forward it to Nikki, who would then add her bit and send it to me. As it went around, the story spun into quite a tale of frequent debauchery and uninhibited wild sexual adventure. Nikki was clearly the best writer of the three of us, and Adrienne has the dirtiest story sequences. For my part, I added enough to keep the story line simmering, but my real purpose was to stir their sexual imaginations and fuel the urgency of their mounting need. 

For the next three days I gave them an additional assignment. Twice daily, morning and night, each of them was to find a pornographic picture depicting a female-male-female three-way scene that especially turned them on. They were to post it in their personal blog and write a minimum one-paragraph description of why they chose the picture. The entries were extremely hot, and I could tell the ladies were really getting worked up over it.

As I sensed their sexual tension growing toward a gradual crescendo I called a meeting in Adrienne's office on Thursday afternoon. I stopped at Nikki's desk and asked her to join me, and together we entered the boss's office.

"Close the door Nikki, I need to talk to you both privately for a few minutes. You should lock it too," I added without explanation.

Adrienne looked a bit flushed, which I assumed was from sexual excitement or frustration, or both. She seemed to know that it was obvious and quickly explained. "I was just reading Nikki's picture entry. Wow, girl, I don't know where you are finding all these hot photos, but you need to send me the link. And you're an incredible writer. Your story addition this morning was amazing. I was sitting here reading and trying not to squeeze my thighs together. My heart is pounding, and I feel like I'm about to explode."

"Thanks," Nikki replied plainly. There was an erotic charge swirling around Adrienne that was palpable, but Nikki was quite a bit harder to read. Her photo essays and story additions had been scorching hot and very explicit, yet standing there I saw no visible sign of the impact my assignments had made on her. She certainly looked beautiful, despite the plainness of her outfit, a simple cotton button-front white blouse and black knee-length skirt. Her stunning dark eyes and long brunette locks had always captivated me, and knowing that she had on a sexy white corset underneath was just fuel for the fire. 




Who's The Boss? Ch. 08



Nikki had always intrigued me, but in the few days since having her as my cunt, I had grown increasingly fascinated. Did she struggle with stark contrast between her inner life and the one visible to everyone else, or had she resolved in her mind to live contented with the conflict? Here she was, a stunning beauty with a fantastically sexy body that remained modestly hidden beneath ordinary, almost homely attire and until my intervention, equally drab lingerie. She was clearly intelligent and sharp-witted, yet seemed completely satisfied with her humble secretarial career. The casual observer would likely deduce that her sexuality was in the same class as her dress: plain and traditional. Yet beneath the exterior raged an inferno of sexual deviance, a bisexual submissive addicted to being dominated with rough sex and humiliation, and possessing a deeply erotic imagination. 

I wondered, as she stood there in front of me, dressed conservatively and displaying a typically modest demeanor, whether she even consciously acknowledged the intense sexual passion that I knew to be seething beneath her cool exterior. My goal, as her new Master, was to bring her inner cunt to the surface, to let it consume her to the utmost. 

I retrieved the packing tape that remained strategically placed on Adrienne's desk since the day after I bound her with it and turned her into my submissive little slut. There it had remained as a reminder of that first encounter and a visual sign of her ongoing submission to me. I exchanged a wicked smile with Adrienne as I nonchalantly tossed the tape up and down in one hand. 

"Come here my little slut," I said firmly. "If you can tear yourself away from the porn for a minute."

"Yes, Sir." She replied, and obediently came around her desk to where I was standing. 

"Cunt, you stand here, facing my little slut," I said, pointing out where I wanted her positioned. Nikki shuffled into position, her face less than a foot from Adrienne's. I let them stand there a moment, looking into each other's eyes, allowing the sexual intensity to gradually rise between them. 

"Kiss," I said plainly. "No touching. Just lips."

Adrienne, who was a few inches taller than Nikki, leaned down and planted a gentle, loving kiss on her secretary's lips. Nikki's lips, relaxed and parted, gladly accepted her boss's attentions. Slowly Adrienne's tongue traced the gentle arc over Nikki's upper lip before snaking its way into her lover's mouth. With an erotic ferocity that defies description the two women suddenly erupted into a make-out session that almost made me come just from watching it. It was hot and wet and frantic, as their tongues probed deeply at one another, breathing heavily and grunting desperately for more of each other. 

"Stop!" I said insistently after watching the two sexy women devour one another for a few minutes. The two obeyed, reluctantly, and stood facing each other again, now panting through elated grins. 

"Tell me what you are feeling, cunt."

"Warm and dizzy," Nikki replied meekly. 

"Slut?"

"Hot. Incredibly hot. Aroused beyond words, Sir," Adrienne gushed.

"Needing to come, I suppose?"

"Desperately."

"And you cunt? Do are you feeling the need to come too?"

"I would like that, Sir."

"I'm not convinced that you want it as badly as I want you to. I think sometimes you deny the lust that lays buried inside you. You hide it, maybe from shame or self-deprecation. I want you to let it out, cunt. I want you to bring your need to the surface and let it consume you. Do you understand? No more holding back."

"I will try, Sir. I have taught myself to hide my sexual feelings, to push them down. I am afraid of what might happen if I don't. What might I become if I acted more freely on my secret urges?"

"You will become my whore," I said emphatically. "And that is what I want from you."

"Your whore, Sir?"

"Yes, my whore. You see, I have a little slut." I put out my hand and lifted Adrienne's skirt above her waist, exposing her naked ass and stocking tops. I gently stroked her backside as I continued. "She is my little slut because she knows how to let her sexuality consume her, acting without inhibition on her desires and mine, fueling her lust and letting it burn as she releases it to me. You, however, at this time you are just a cunt – an inanimate body part. Certainly a pleasurable and useful one at that. But I want more than a hole to fuck and fill as I please. I want more than even just your submission. I want you to be my whore. Do you have any idea what it means to be my whore instead of my cunt?"

"I'm not sure I do, Sir. You want me to be more like Adrienne?"

"No, not exactly. You two are very different from each other in a lot of ways, and I wouldn't expect your sexuality to be expressed in the same way either. What I'm talking about is getting you to stop separating your sexual being from the rest of you. Instead, I want you to integrate it into every breath and thought and action. My little slut is capable of doing that and comfortable doing so when I want her to. You are not. I will help you grow in this, and when you have accomplished it to my satisfaction, I will call you my whore instead of my cunt. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Do you want to be my whore?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Do you want me to bring out your inner whore?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Do you want me to train you to awaken and let loose the entirety of your sexual being?"

"Yes, Sir. Awaken me."

"Good cunt. Then we will begin whore training immediately. It will not be easy at times. Do you think you are ready?"

"Yes, Sir. I am ready to try."

As I casually continued tossing the roll of tape up and down in one hand, I continued. "I know you like being dominated and humiliated. I saw for myself how you enjoy being forced to serve the sexual needs of others, even a total stranger. And I must say I'm proud of how you serve them well whenever asked to do so."

"Thank you, Sir. I do wish to please you.

"You will please me now by showing me how you can be on the receiving end of relentless pleasure. Do you think you can do that?"

"I don't know exactly what you mean, but I will do my best for you."

"I know you will. Do you also like being bound, cunt?" 

"Yes, Sir. I like it very much."

"Did your former Mistress also perform bondage on you?"

"Yes Sir, many times."

"And would you like her to bind you more now?"

"Please."

I handed the packing tape to Adrienne. "Make her helpless."

"Gladly, Sir, " Adrienne replied excitedly, taking the packing tape from my hands. She bound her hands behind her back with several loops of tape. Then she put a piece over her mouth and another over her eyes, taping them shut. I think my little slut was relishing being back on the domination role, even if only at my direction. She began to unbutton Nikki's blouse, looking over at me for approval after the first button, remembering that it was I who was calling the shots. I nodded my approval for her to continue. 

Once she had dispatched the blouse, revealing the pretty satin corset beneath, she lightly kissed Nikki's neck as the cunt stood there silent, blinded and bound. She kissed her way across her chest and licked the delicious cleavage, before gently peeling down the cups of the corset, exposing her wonderful pierced orbs. She then proceeded to treat Nikki's tits to an oral cornucopia of pleasure. She started with gentle kisses all over her mounds before slowly zeroing in on her areoles with her tongue, working her way in toward her nipples at an agonizingly slow pace. Nikki was breathing hard through her nose, and I watched the rise and fall of her chest increase in pace and depth with the pleasure her boss was dealing her tits. Adrienne finally switched to nibbling, sucking and then biting the cunt's nipples, occasionally tugging on the piercings, distending them to their limits and eliciting deep groans from the bound subject. I wondered as I watched whether Nikki might come from the nipple stimulation alone.

As Adrienne kept up her oral assault on her secretary's breasts, I approached her from behind and lifted her skirt above her waist. I rubbed my hand over her sweet, naked ass as I spoke. "There is nothing you can do about the pleasure I intend to lavishly give you now, so take it in, ride it, thrive on it. Let it wash over you. Become one with the desire that wells up in you. Desire is who you are. My whore will thrive on the desire that burns inside. But, and let me be very clear about this, at no time are you to achieve orgasm unless I give you explicit permission. Is that clear?"

Nikki nodded and grunted "uh huh" through the tape on her mouth. I slipped a finger down the silky thong material in the crack of her ass, continuing on underneath her until reaching the damp patch of her sex. Adrienne continued working her front as I worked beneath. 

"Spread your legs, cunt." She shuffled her feet apart, which allowed me to use two fingers to rub her swelling pussy lips. "Nod if you want these fingers inside you." She nodded, almost frantically. I slipped the two fingers beneath the elastic of her thong and gently probed her soggy opening. I added a third finger, pushing her lips apart with two of them and slipping my middle finer into her just an inch, before pulling it back out again, making a sloshing sound. 

"More?" I teased. Nikki nodded desperately, and I felt her contract her pussy muscles as if trying to suck my fingers into her. Instead of responding according to her obvious wish, I withdrew my hand from her panties, forcing a growl of disappointment in her throat. "Later. Right now I just want you to feel the need. Feed it. Let it grow to uncontrollable."

I also waved Adrienne off for the time being, allowing Nikki to stand there in the darkness, alone with her desire. 

After standing there between Adrienne and me for several minutes, with little gasps of hunger intermittently squeaking from her throat, I directed Adrienne to remove Nikki's skirt and soaked little panties. I then had Adrienne help her to one of the leather chairs in front of her desk, positioning her with her ass at the edge of the seat. I then had her tape Nikki's ankles to legs of the chair, forcing a sharp bend in her knees and leaving her legs splayed wide open. 

Adding a few final touches to her bondage, I taped Nikki's shoulders to the back of the chair using repeated passes of tape just above her still-exposed orbs. Then I used several lengths of tape on the tops and underside of her large, heaving tits to harshly squeeze them together, yet leaving them adequately exposed.

"Now, cunt, there is absolutely nothing you can do to deter the relentless pleasure you will be receiving from my little slut for the next twenty minutes. Her task it to make you come. Period. Your task is not to. It's that simple. You will be unable to give her verbal commands to stop, and physically unable to push her away or squirm out from the delights she offers you. You must control your own orgasm, no matter what. Obviously, in the end, one of you will have to be punished for disobedience. If my slut is unable to bring you to orgasm, she will bear the brunt of the consequences. If it is you who come before the allotted time, then it is you who will receive the consequence. I will be the timekeeper, and, of course, I will play with either or both of you during the twenty minutes as I wish. All clear?"

"Yes, Sir, very clear," Adrienne replied while Nikki nodded her own assent. 

"Very well. Begin."

For the first few minutes I simply stood by, stroking my cock through my pants as I watched Adrienne kneel between Nikki's legs. She spent a few more minutes licking, sucking and biting Nikki's ample chest before kissing her way slowly down her stomach and over her hairless pubic region. 

Adrienne kissed and nibbled her way around Nikki's clit, and gently inserted her tongue into her pussy. After a brief tongue-fucking, she licked her way up to Nikki's engorged pleasure nub. Immediately Nikki writhed helplessly in blissful acceptance of the oral pleasure her boss began giving her. It was a captivating sight to behold. My boss kneeling and fervently eating the pussy of her own secretary, who herself sat there with her wrists bound behind her, her ankles taped to her chair, forcing her to sit spread-eagled, gagged and blindfolded by tape, and her tits squeezed by a clamshell of tape. I wished I had a camera to capture the beauty of the moment. 

I approached Nikki from behind her chair and got a close-up look at my boss's lips clamped down over Nikki's clit, giving it a tremendous tongue-lashing. I bent down to whisper in her ear, "Don't come, now cunt. Just let the heat of your passion rise up and come to the surface, but don't release it. Keep it there, right on the edge, bubbling and boiling, aching to get out, but trapped just at the point it can reach its escape." 

I reached down and tweaked her exposed nipples, tugging them cruelly, twisting the tiny barbells, causing her to squawk and squirm more vehemently than she had already been. I squeezed one of her mounds in each hand, massaging them roughly, and taunting her further. "These tits are mine, cunt, and I really like them. You remember when you knelt here before me and had me mark them with my come? Yes, they are mine now. That's why I choose what it is that encases them. They are only fit for pretty, sexy, feminine and whorish things, like this corset and the other things I bought for them. And I have another item to adorn them, right here in my pocket."

I retrieved a pair of nipple clamps from my pocket and jingled the chain between them in front of her face so she could hear them. It was a new pair of screw-type bar-clamps with a chain between that I'd just purchased. I screwed them down tightly to one end of the barbells in each nipple and tugged on the chain to check the security of the clamps, jerking her nipples from side to side. I'm sure she wondered what I was up to, as there was no direct pressure on her nipples, only on her barbells.

Once the clamps were in place, I handed the chain to Adrienne and told her to use them as she wished to torture the cunt, but seeing as how her task was to get Nikki off, I didn't really think she'd take much advantage of clamps. I went around behind her as she knelt in front of Nikki's spread legs and sank to my knees. I lifted her skirt and began finger my little sluts pussy, finding her extremely aroused and ready to accept whatever I had for her. Without ceremony I unzipped my pants and worked my stiff cock free of my boxers, shoving the entire length of it directly into my boss's wet and wanting hole in a single violent thrust. She gasped, but barely missed a beat, as she struggled against my onslaught to keep up her oral assault on Nikki.

"Now don't you come either, little slut!" I ordered. As hot and horny as she was, I knew it would be very tempting for her to ride my cock over the edge. I kept a steady pace of full, deep strokes in and out of her sopping wet sex for about five minutes, and then after glancing at the clock on the wall, decided I needed to return my attention to Nikki. 

Five minutes remained, and Nikki hadn't come yet, though I knew she was very close several times, judging from the contorted expressions on her face. Knowing how much she was turned on by rough sex, I decided to see if that would do the trick.

"Oh please, Sir, don't stop!" Adrienne cried out as I pulled out of her with a sloshing pop. I just slapped her ass and move up to stand next to Nikki's chair. I took the chain of the nipple clamps back from Adrienne and raised it up taut, distending the cunt's nipples severely and causing the entirety of her heavy breasts to swell upward toward the ceiling. At the same time I ripped the tape from her mouth with a sudden jerk, causing her to shriek at the sting it left behind.

I roughly turned her head by the chin toward my wagging cock. "Open your mouth cunt! I need you to clean my little slut's juices from my cock."

"Yes, Sir," she winced, as I continued pulling the clamps harder. I noticed how she struggled to control the thrusting of her hips against her boss's eager mouth, her brow furrowed in concentration against falling over the edge of pleasure. 

I slapped her face with my open palm. "Open wider!" I barked.

As soon as her jaw stretched open in response, I forced her helpless face roughly onto my slick cock by the hair on the back of her neck. Without the benefit of her eyesight, she could only feel the speed with which my hardness passed over her tongue, plunging straight into the back of her throat. Unprepared for it as she was, she gagged and choked, her throat convulsing against the violent invasion. 

"Take it cunt!" I insisted, pressing my cock back into her open mouth again, silencing her cough. Her lips instinctively closed tightly around the base of my shaft, her throat now prepared for me. "That's it, that's my cunt. Clean it well, and once you've done that, I intend to pour my warm seed into your throat. Isn't that what you want too?"

Nikki made an attempt to grunt her agreement, but almost no sound could be heard with the head of my cock pressing against her vocal cords. She tried nodding, but my grip on her head made even that difficult to achieve.

"Or maybe you'd like me to mark your perfect tits again? You enjoyed that so much before. Is that it, is that where you want my come?"

Nikki stopped even trying to respond to my questions. She was adrift in a sea of desire. Having lost the ability to concentrate against Adrienne's oral delights, her hips were now thrashing so violently up and down that I could tell Adrienne was having a hard time maintaining the accuracy of her tongue-lashing. My plan was working.

"Oh cunt, what a perfectly fuckable mouth you have!" I was now plowing in and out with long, deep thrusts, one hand forcing her head on and off my manhood while the other continued tugging on the chains that cruelly stretched her nipples out from her chest.

I glanced at the clock. Shit! Two minutes left.

I picked up the intensity of my face-fucking, thrusting harder and faster and deeper. "Cunt, cunt! Get ready to drink my come!" I called out enthusiastically. 

I too was engulfed with lust. As I watched my cock plunge brutally into the cunt's throat, I lost track of how hard I was tugging on her nipple clamps. Suddenly the clamps popped off the barbells that pierced her thick nipples, allowing them to snap back to her tape-bound chest. I tossed the clamps mindlessly to the floor.

The sudden relief in her nipples seemed to have momentarily distracted Nikki, the muted guttural noises having ceased and her thrusting hips having stilled. My mind raced frantically for a mechanism to propel her the final distance and past the edge of her orgasmic release. I glanced down to see that Adrienne sucked the entire area surrounding Nikki's clit into her mouth, clamping down tightly, as she proceeded to rapidly thrash Nikki's clit with her tongue. 

I looked at the clock. "Ninety seconds!" I cried out. 

Adrienne quickly parted her secretary's pouting pussy lips with one hand and thrust two fingers deeply into the sopping opening just beneath her lower lip. 

I used my free hand to pinch Nikki's nostrils together. At the same time I forced my cock deeply into her throat and held it there, cutting off her ability to breathe. Within a few seconds her face began to flush read as she thrashed about for air. I withdrew my cock just enough to allow her a small gasp before plunging back in again. I continued to fuck her throat in this fashion, increasing the speed of my thrusts as I vaulted toward my own orgasm. I considered briefly whether or not this might be Nikki's first experience with breath play, but my mind quickly shifted from that question to forcing her orgasm from her. 




Who's The Boss? Ch. 08



I watched Adrienne rotate her fingers inside Nikki's gaping pussy until her hand came to rest palm up, fingers lodged inside her to the knuckles. She began quickly curling her fingers back against the front wall of Nikki's throbbing cunt, massaging her g-spot with steady, forceful motions. Nikki's hips involuntarily began thrashing again, more earnestly than ever, and I sensed that she was well on her way to a one incredible orgasm.

"That's it cunt, you're going to come now. You know you can't help it! You can't resist it! Let it overtake you!" I called out as I continued pounding her face with my cock. 

With her mouth and tongue eagerly at work on Nikki's clit and the fingers of one hand stroking her g-spot, Adrienne dealt Nikki the final defeating blow when she shoved the middle finger of her free hand into her asshole without warning. Nikki involuntarily writhed against this last invasion of her body. 

"Here it comes, cunt!" I forecasted my own impending explosion. "Take my hot load down your throat!" 

My balls tightened as they slapped against Nikki's chin. Sensing the telltale sings of my release, I let go of her nose, and she inhaled desperately. Once air had finally filled her lungs again, I forced my cock deeply back into her throat, the first jets of my come shooting directly past her convulsing esophagus and dumping into her belly. 

Nikki was trying frantically to swallow my huge load when at last she catapulted over the edge, her boss's multi-faceted assault too much for her to resist further. I withdrew my still-spurting member from her mouth, shooting a streak of jizz across her cheek, allowing her to fill her lungs with air again.

Finally able to scream out her pleasure, she inhaled deeply and then yelled long and loud, "Ohhhhhhhh, fuuuuuuuck!" Obviously pre-occupied with her orgasm, she was forgetting completely about the others in our office. 

I quickly muted her by stuffing my twitching cock back into her mouth again, "Shhh! Cunt!" I hushed her as I coated her tongue with cream.

Unable to vocally express her orgasmic delight, Nikki's entire bound body twitched frenetically as surges of pleasure swept repeatedly through her being. For a minute or longer, Nikki came hard. Adrienne continued dealing pleasure on all fronts, wringing every ounce of orgasm from her nubile assistant. 

Long after the last of my load filled her mouth, long after she'd swallowed every drop, Nikki gradually coasted back down to earth. As my slowly softening manhood slipped from her sticky mouth, Adrienne withdrew her fingers from Nikki's cunt and ass and released her clit. 

Nikki's head slumped back against the back of her chair as she continued panting deeply. She called out again, though this time much more quietly, "Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck." 

I leaned down and kissed her lips gently, tasting the remnants of my deposit. "You lost, cunt. But you lost good."

Adrienne stood up and rested her ass on the edge of her desk. "Gawd, Nikki, I almost came just watching you come. That was fucking incredible."

"Incredible," Nikki gasped in agreement, her tape-bound body now limp with exhaustion. 

"Sir, I'm begging you. I have GOT to come or I'm going to die! Please!?!" my boss gave me a desperate, pleading look. Her fingers teased over her mound, barely grazing her hypersensitive clitoris, causing her legs to tremble uncontrollably. 

"I suppose since you were successful in your challenge against my little cunt here, that I could grant you a small measure of release."

"Oh yes, oh please." She was excited with anticipation.

"Are you desperate enough to forego your victory and agree to the receive the same consequence as I have planned for my cunt?"

"Anything. Yes."

"Very well. You may come, but not by your own hand."

"How then?" she said, withdrawing her fingers from between her legs.

"Use my cunt's body as you wish. However, you may not remove any of her bonds until after you've come. Use her as she is now, bound and helpless to resist or aid you in your goal."

Adrienne slid off the edge of her desk, dropping her skirt to the floor in fluid motion as she moved in closer to Nikki.. She tried at first to get her pussy close enough to Nikki's face to get off on her tongue, but no amount of maneuvering provided a satisfactory arrangement. Adrienne stepped back and examined her bound secretary, trying to figure a way to use her for pleasure. 

Finally, Adrienne simply straddled one of Nikki's legs and lowered her sopping pussy onto the soft flesh of her thigh. Keeping herself in proper position by leaning on the arms of the chair, Adrienne began grinding her pubis against Nikki's thigh, slowly at first, adjusting her body slightly to obtain the right pressure in the right places. Once she'd attained the correct angle, she quickly shifted into an arduous elliptical motion. Soon, however, her arms tired of supporting her weight, and she slumped over, her torso pressing fully onto Nikki's upper body. With her hips humping more violently with each thrust, her mouth found Nikki's neck, and she began to suck and bite the still-helpless secretary beneath her with a fury that matched the fire raging inside her needy body. Without thought, Adrienne snaked her hands between them and squeezed Nikki's taped tits with a similar intensity. 

The boss was using Nikki hard, brutally pushing herself toward the orgasm that she'd been in desperate need of for days. Watching the erotic sight unfolding in front of me made my cock gradually spring back to life again, and I took it back out of my pants, stroking it aggressively. I could tell I hadn't much time. Judging from her frantic motions, Adrienne was going to be there soon, and I wanted to go off with her. 

I stepped over and positioned myself next to Adrienne's thrashing hips, aiming my cock directly over her rhythmically clenching ass. 

Adrienne released Nikki's neck from her mouth just long enough to cry out, '"Oh god!!" and commenced headlong into a full body orgasm, the likes of which she scarcely remembered encountering before. Her sweaty flesh writhed spastically on top of Nikki. Her hands clutched violently at Nikki's breasts, and her teeth sank deep into Nikki's neck, eliciting a breathless yelp from her secretary.

"Oh god!" I echoed as my manhood convulsed in my hand, spurting streams of white cream onto Adrienne's sweetly gyrating ass, still grinding away into Nikki's pussy soaked thigh. 

Eventually Adrienne's body came to rest, limp and spent against Nikki, her head resting gently on Nikki's shoulder. She was still breathing hard and cooing softly, her mind still dazed by the ferocity of her orgasm. 

I tucked my cock back into my pants and spoke to my two sex slaves as they lay piled together in a beautiful heap on the chair. "I hope you two enjoyed your orgasms. They are the last ones you'll be seeing for a good while. Since the greedy, needy Adrienne has agreed to accept the same consequence as Nikki, despite having won the contest, you will both be on complete orgasm restriction until further notice. You are not even to so much as touch your own pussies, or each other's, without permission. The daily story and picture assignments will continue. Is that completely clear?"

"Yes, Sir," they replied in weak-voiced unison. 

"Good. Now, little slut, remove the tape from the cunt so she can clean my come off your ass with her tongue, and we can all get back to work."



Who's The Boss? Ch. 09



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My initial plan had been to punish my two inter-office submissive playthings in the same manner and at the same time. But after further consideration, it dawned on me that my boss, Adrienne, and her secretary, Nikki, would require distinctly different approaches to the punishment they both had coming as a result of the "orgasm race" I'd staged in Adrienne's office. As I intended, Nikki had lost the contest by coming first and thus was due to receive the punishment. But Adrienne, my greedy little slut boss, in exchange for a single post-victory orgasm, had agreed to receive punishment also. Foolish woman, she had no idea what it was she had traded for that fleeting bit of pleasure. 

I decided to make Nikki wait a while before revealing the consequences of her defeat. I knew this would add greatly to her anticipation and intensify her focus on the coming punishment, although at the time I didn't realize the extent of the impact this would eventually have on her. 

So, Thursday morning, the day after the race, I informed Nikki by email of the delay in her punishment. For now she was to simply continue to adhere to my standing order restricting her orgasms and continue with her daily writing assignments: the chain story of debauchery between the three of us aboard a cruise ship, and a twice-daily selection of a picture depicting a FMF three-way scene, including a description of exactly what drove the particular choice. These simple orders would serve to continue the priming of Nikki's sexual pump.

After sending the email to Nikki, I turned my attention to Adrienne's punishment, which I felt needed to start immediately. As I sat at my desk pondering my options, I suddenly remembered the gift I'd purchased for her at the adult toyshop on Tuesday of that week. The startling events of the day, Nikki's entrée into my domination, had caused me to forget all about it. I pulled open my bottom desk drawer, withdrew a plain paper bag hidden toward the back, and peered inside. As I stared down at the black anal plug set I'd purchased, I knew exactly how to proceed with my little slut's consequences. 

I was going to fuck my boss's ass.

The immediacy with which I would carry out Adrienne's sentence would serve several purposes. First of all, as Nikki observed her boss's punishment, it would fuel her imagination as to what I might have in store for her. Second, it would allow me to further test the waters of jealousy between my two women, to see how they withstood the temptation to draw conclusions and make judgments when treated differently. Finally, the sooner we started anal training, the sooner I would get to take possession of Adrienne's virgin ass. 

I quickly phoned Nikki to request a meeting at my boss's first available time. When she asked the subject, I ambiguously informed her that was a meeting about training. Five minutes later I got a text from Adrienne on my cell phone, "Training?" I simply shot back, "Yes."

I purposefully arrived at Adrienne's office a few minutes before our scheduled meeting time and took a seat across from Nikki's desk in the executive office waiting area. From the comfortable over-stuffed leather chair I had a pleasant view of Adrienne's gorgeous young assistant as she sat at her desk working diligently on some correspondence. Damn she was beautiful. I pulled up the photo on my phone of her in the dressing room where she'd modeled for me the dainty sheer blue bra and panty set that she now wore as she sat before me in her otherwise conservative business attire. 

We exchanged a few knowing glances, and I wondered if she had checked her personal email and learned of the delay in her punishment. If she had, she seemed not to show any sign of it. She maintained a strict business façade, such that no one could have guessed that she was my kinky sex slave. I briefly pondered what people in our office would say if they knew that earlier that morning she had messaged me a photo of her in her lingerie selection of the day, as I had ordered her to do daily after I'd replaced every piece of her underwear collection two nights earlier. I glanced at the picture on my phone again, and it made my cock begin to stiffen. I playfully flashed it in her direction, giving her a lascivious look, but I decided that before we got too carried away I needed to distract myself, so I pulled some papers from my briefcase and pretended to read them. 

No matter how I tried, though, my mind kept wondering back to the night Nikki and I shared as we shopped for her new wardrobe of bras, panties, corsets, garter belts and stockings. In the middle of my erotic reminiscing, the door to Adrienne's office opened and she stepped out, and asked me in. As I walked past I was certain that Nikki could see the lust behind my eyes, if not the bulge in my pants, as she smiled sweetly at me. So as not to raise any interoffice suspicions, I decided to leave the door to my boss's office open. Too many closed-door meetings would be too dangerous to our little arrangement.

"I'm really glad that we're on the same page about the MLS project, Adrienne," I said casually as I took a seat in front of her desk, using the "MLS" name as code for My Little Slut. 

"Me too, Jason," her voice was business-like, but the look in here eyes definitely betrayed the sensual heat that burned inside her.

"But if we're going to take this all the way I think we're going to need to explore some other avenues, open things up a little, take some risks explore the boundaries of convention. You know what I mean?"

"Well, not exactly. But I'm open to hearing what you think. It sounds like you've got some ideas, and I'd like to hear them."

"First of all, there are some holes in the MLS deal that need to be plugged." I reached into my briefcase and pulled the small plain paper bag, which I placed in front of her on her desk. She scooted up to the desk and eagerly peered into the sack. Her eyes widened as she stared down at the black anal plug inside. I wasn't sure she'd know what it was, but clearly she did. 

"I suppose you've got some ideas of how we should going about filling in the holes?" she asked inquisitively as she whisked the bag with the sex toy into her desk. 

"Oh most certainly." 

A wicked grin spread across my face, as I handed her a sheet of paper with some typewritten instructions on it. "This is the first and least difficult idea. Let's start with that. Bigger, more significant ideas will come later." As she read the page over carefully her expression was ambiguous, and I couldn't tell if she was excited, worried, mad or indifferent. 

The instructions started with an explanation that she was to begin anal training immediately, with the goal of me fucking her ass at the end of the training period , claiming her anal cherry. I'd learned from her that she considered anal sex to be strictly taboo -- a taboo that I intended to help her overcome. I explained that inside the bag was an anal plug in a size suitable for the first stage in her training. The dice, which were included in the bag with the plug, were to be immediately rolled each morning after arriving at work. She would then go to the ladies restroom, lube and insert the plug and return to her desk, where she was to leave it in her ass for the time indicated by the dice. To begin with, the time would be determined by forming a two-digit number, putting the smaller die roll first. For example, a roll of a five and a two meant mean twenty-five minutes. 

Since I knew her husband was out of town again, and would be gone for the next ten days, I explained in my instructions that she was to repeat this procedure when she arrived home from work each evening. While the plug was in she was to think about what it was going to belike to have her ass ravaged by my hard cock. She was not to masturbate to alleviate the discomfort or to fuel her desire or to touch herself in any pleasurable way. All orgasms would continue to be strictly forbidden until further notice. 

Adrienne stared blankly at the page for a few seconds, then ran it through her shredder. Without a word, she opened her desk, pulled the dice from the bag and rolled them quietly onto the writing pad in front of her. She picked them up and held the resulting roll toward me. Fourteen minutes. She discretely transferred the anal plug and small tube of lube to her purse. 

"Are we finished here for now, Jason?" 

"For now." 

"I want to get started on this right away. If you'll excuse me, I need to go to the ladies room." She sounded genuinely eager.

"Great."

We exited her office together, me heading for my office, her heading off to plug her ass as instructed. 

I watched for her as she returned to the restroom. It was clear to me that her gate was a bit awkward, and I wondered if anyone else would notice. I chuckled to myself at the thought. Shortly after lunch I sent her a text message: "immediately text me the results of each roll." She texted back, "Yes, Sir."

We had no further contact the rest of the day until I received a text message at 6:40 pm that simply said, "34!" I was desperately curious about what was going through her mind during the time during which her ass was obediently filled. Was she offended or excited? Was she humiliated or turned on or both? I wanted to call or text her, but I wanted to minimize contact in order maximize her mental preoccupation with the anal training. So, instead I waited patiently for her journal entry to appear. I was surprised when my computer dinged in the email notification a new entry, even before the time had elapsed.

>> Wow! This is hard for me! >> >> I'm sitting here with a thick black anal plug shoved into my ass. I try to sit gingerly to keep it from forcing its way further into me, but there's not any way to avoid the discomfort of it. And maybe the shame of it is worse than the physical unease. When it comes to anal play, I've never been one for receiving or giving. The funny thing is, when I revealed my revulsion to anal sex to Sir, I knew immediately that he would use it to push me, to test me, to stretch me (pardon the pun!). It was just a matter of when, not if. >> >> What bothers me the most is that I'm sitting here completely turned on - with an incredible fire burning in my pussy. I want to play with myself, but Sir won't allow it. He says I am to simply ponder that ass-fucking he'll be giving me at the end of my training. Truthfully, I can think of nothing else. >> >> HLS

I smiled to myself as I rubbed my cock, stirring from reading her entry. This is precisely the affect I'd hoped for. I added a one-word comment to her blog, "Perfect."

When I received the text "24" Friday morning, I immediately texted her back. "Sorry little slut, big number goes first from now on. 42." I got no reply, but she shot me a nasty glance as she walked toward the restroom past my office. 

I was little surprised that Nikki had not commented at all on Adrienne's blog entry regarding her initial reaction to her anal training, nor had she mentioned it to me in her daily writing assignments or our other email and IM exchanges. I decided to interject her more directly in a manner she could not ignore. While Adrienne was in the restroom stuffing her ass with rubber, I hurried to Nikki's desk. I handed her another brown paper bag, which contained the next larger size anal plug. 

"Look inside," I said quietly. 

She opened the bag and peered in, then looked back at me questioningly, as if unclear as to why I had given this to her. 

"Is this for me?" she asked, almost hopefully. 

"Would you like it to be?" I asked, teasing her purposefully. 

She leaned toward me and whispered in a barely audible voice, "All of me belongs to you to use as you wish, Sir."

She was doing her best to remain submissive, but the look in her eyes begged me for her punishment. 

"It is for you." I paused just long enough for my statement to register; just long enough for a slight smile to come to her lips. "It is for you to give to Adrienne sometime this afternoon. Tell her I wanted to scale up the training immediately."

I felt a little pang of guilt as the look of disappointment spread over her face. My decision to use her to further Adrienne's training was perhaps cruel, but despite appearances, this was an intentional part of Nikki's punishment.

Friday night my little slut rolled for an incredible 53 minutes worth of anal stimulation using the medium-sized plug. Despite the new plug and her unfortunate roll, her journal entry that night seemed to indicate a growing physical and emotional comfort level with her training, so after receiving the text "31" Saturday morning, I decided to move to the next stage of her preparation: mental preparation.

I sent her an email late in the morning instructing to come online at 7 pm that night, before making her evening roll. I told her to have the dice, plug and lube handy.

She logged in to IM at 6:59.

*slut* Good evening, Sir

*Sir* Good evening little slut. Do you have what you were instructed to have?

*slut* Yes, Sir. All ready.

*Sir* Good girl. Are you naked?

*slut* Was I supposed to be? Did I miss that?

*Sir* You didn't miss anything. I'm adding it as a new requirement for any plug time while you are at home. Now strip.

It took less than a minute for her to return.

*slut* Naked, Sir.

*Sir* Good girl. How are you enjoying the new size?

*slut* Ummm. Enjoying?

*Sir* Enduring?

*slut* The 31 this morning was definitely easier than the 53 last night, but I think I'm learning to accommodate its girth alright. 

*Sir* It is supposed to be punishment after all.

*slut* Oh it certainly fits in that category.

*Sir* Well, physical training is only part of the equation. Mental training is also important. So we will begin taking that to the next level as well tonight.

*slut* Yes, Sir.

*Sir* Do you know why I want to fuck your ass, little slut?

*slut* Besides the good tight feeling around your hard cock? (smile)

*Sir* Besides that.

*slut* Because it's something you know I have an aversion to and you want to use that to punish me?

*Sir* Partly. But it's more than that. This is something that I want you to give me that no one else has ever had. It means more because it's something I know that is hard for you to give. It requires you to yield yourself to me beyond your comfort zone. 

*slut* It makes me more owned, more owned that I have been by anyone else before.

*Sir* Exactly. You understand well. Good slut. Now roll the dice, please.

*slut* 22. Phew!

*Sir* Lucky little slut. Stand up, legs spread.

*slut* Standing and spread as directed, Sir

*Sir* Ask me for permission to fill your ass with the plug.

*slut* Please, Sir, may your little slut fuck her ass with your plug?

*Sir* Tug your nipples until they burn. Do it until I tell you to stop.

I waited thirty seconds or so.

*Sir* Harder slut. Come on. Twist them. Pull them. Pinch them. They are mine and that is how I wish them to be used. 

Another thirty seconds passed. 

*Sir* Stop. 

*slut* Thank you, Sir.

*Sir* You have earned an inch of the plug. Only an inch. First you will put it in your very wet pussy for lube. Hold it there with your pussy muscles.

*slut* Yes Sir. You knew I'd be soaked, didn't you? You know your little slut so well. 

*Sir* in?

*slut* Yes, Sir. God that feels so fucking incredible. 

*Sir* Your hands will be busy, so no more typing. Keep your eyes on the screen. Do exactly as I say, when I say. When I ask you to say something, say it out loud. 

*slut* Yes Sir. Thank you Sir.

*Sir* Fuck your pussy with my plug. Do not touch your clit and do not dare come.

*Sir* Beg me to fuck your ass, slut. 

*Sir* I'm not buying it. Beg me. For real. 

*Sir* You may have one inch. Not a bit more. Put my plug an inch into your ass, slut.

*Sir* Fuck your ass with that inch. In and out. Fuck it. 

*Sir* Good slut. 

*Sir* Beg me for another inch, and then take it. That's it. No more than two inches now. Now fuck your ass. Stretch it with my probe.

*Sir* Beg me for the rest, now, slut. Beg me while you slap your tits with your free hand. Hard. Make them sting. Slap them.

*Sir* Stop. Take out the plug and come back to the keyboard.

*cunt* Did I do something wrong, Sir?

*Sir* First, you didn't slap your tits nearly hard enough. Then you took more than the two inches I granted you. Don't deny it, because I know you did. Even as you were begging me for it all, you shoved it into your ass all the way.

*cunt* Yes, Sir. Sorry. You know your slut well.

*Sir* I'm going to go now, but I leave you with these instructions. 

*Sir* Your 22 minutes hasn't officially started yet. This was warm-up. I want you to kneel, naked on all fours, and beg out loud for me to fuck your ass. Only you won't be asking for the plug, you'll be asking for my cock. Beg well, little slut, like I know you can. Then fill your ass full with it. Imagine my hard cock entering you, splitting you open. Surrender your virgin ass to me.

*slut* Yes, Sir. 

*Sir* Every five minutes, remove the plug, beg me again for my cock. Then fuck your ass hard with it for at least a minute, all the while telling me how good it feels to have your ass filled, how much more you want it, how much harder you want me to fuck your sweet little slut ass. You can rest another four minutes, kneeling and plugged, before repeating this five-minute cycle. Is this all clear to you slut?

*slut* Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.

*Sir* Good night, little slut. Use your ass well. Your training will soon be completed, and then you will have the real thing. 

*slut* Good night, Sir. 

I read later in Adrienne's blog that she had never before believed that anal orgasms were real. She was now a believer. She claimed to have had to slow down her ass-fucking with the probe in order to keep for sending herself over the edge. My cock throbbed at the thought. 

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Sunday morning I sent Adrienne a cell phone snapshot of my hard cock, telling her how hard her blog entry made me. I ordered her to lay her phone down in front of her, as she knelt naked on all fours again for her morning training session, and to focus on the picture as she repeated the five-minute ritual from the night before. She rolled a 49. Her ass would be raw!

Sunday night I added tit-slapping and nipple pinching to the ritual. While she begged for my cock, she was to brutalize her tits to the point of pain. I explained that the intent was to remind her that her entire body belongs to me. I can choose to do with it what I will. I knew Adrienne was no pain slut. In fact, I knew that she possessed a rather low pain threshold and gained little erotic pleasure from it beyond the pleasure of submission. I told her that I knew that this, for her, was pure punishment, and I expected it to be viewed as such; part of the cost of the orgasm I granted her after defeating Nikki in the orgasm race. She seemed to except it without argument. She was probably very thankful that she rolled a 21.

I phoned Adrienne on her way into work Monday morning and instructed her to park in the normally deserted lowest level of the underground parking garage to our building. 

"I suppose you recall the brutal face fucking I gave you there the day after you agreed to be my little slut," I reminded her.

"I think of it every time I pull into the parking garage."




Who's The Boss? Ch. 09



"And it makes you wet every time, doesn't it?"

"Yes, Sir."

"This morning we'll be adding a new dimension to that memory. When you arrive, step out of your car. Then I want you to unbutton your blouse and leave it hanging open while you crawl on your hands and knees from your car back to the alcove where I violated you last time. Facing the corner, you'll wait for me there on your hands and knees. Do not move or look around unless I explicitly give you permission. Understand?"

"But, Sir, my stockings will be ruined! And what if..." she started to protest before I cut her off.

"Don't question my orders, slut, unless you want me to have you do it naked instead! Now, just do what I say." I hung up without waiting for her reply.

Fifteen minutes later, Adrienne pulled her BMW into the space closest to the stairway alcove that was her destination, leaving her some 30 feet to crawl. I watched from dark shadows behind one of the large concrete pillars as she stepped out of her car. Very slowly she unbuttoned her shirt while craning her neck around, looking for signs of anyone else that might unexpectedly intrude on our escapades. She looked around again, and then dropped to her hands and knees. I watched her ass wriggle as she frantically crawled toward the alcove to which I'd directed her. I gave her a few minutes to contemplate her situation, knowing her nerves would become more frayed with each passing second, and then I strode slowly toward her, making as much noise with my feet as possible. 

I rounded the corner behind the stairwell to see my boss kneeling with her head in the corner. She was breathing hard.

"Sir?" She whispered anxiously as I approached. I didn't respond.

"Sir?" She said again, the desperation in her voice clear. I said nothing, yet she obediently stayed in position, as commanded.

I stopped directly behind her, out of her line of sight, and I reached down to lift her skirt and expose her bare backside. I tucked her skirt into her garter belt to keep it up and out of my way for what was to come. 

"Mmmm," I sighed, placing my hand on her ass and giving her cheek a squeeze. "Such a good and obedient little slut."

"Oh Sir," she sighed deeply. "I am so freaked out!"

"I know, slut, yet you obeyed. I am proud of you," I said calmly, as I ran my hand over her the exposed flesh of her sexy behind.

"Thank you, Sir."

"Don't thank me yet. We aren't nearly through yet."

Adrienne started to swing her head around toward me. Immediately I slapped her ass hard with my open hand, sending a loud smack echoing through the deserted garage. 

"Still!" I said firmly. "You've not been granted permission to move or look around." 

"Sorry, Sir," she whimpered, shifting her head back toward the corner again.

I moved next to her and squatted down. With one hand I reached under and grabbed her tit, squeezing it aggressively. With the other I smacked her ass again. She yelped, but said nothing. I gave each of her ass cheeks a few more hard swats. 

"Do you know what that was for?" I asked.

"For moving without permission?"

"No, because it's my ass and I can do with it whatever I please, can't I?" I smacked her ass again, harder than I had yet.

"Yes, Sir," she squealed.

"Yes, Sir, what?"

"Yes, Sir. It is your ass to do with as you please." Her voice was shaky. I could tell she was either holding back tears or still scared to death of someone coming upon us. 

"I can even fuck it if I want, can't I, slut?"

"Yes, Sir. As you wish."

"Mmm. As tempting as your ass looks to me right now, and as hard as my cock is, your training is not yet complete."

I roughly pulled down the cup of her bra, exposing her left breast, and then cupped it with my hand, gently tweaking her nipple between two fingers. She moaned softly in response. I slipped two fingers of my other hand down over her pussy lips, which I found pouting and swollen and wet. 

"You are frightened. You are in pain. Yet you are very aroused. Can you explain this to me?"

"No, Sir."

"Do you not sense your own arousal, slut?" I pushed the two fingers into her cunt.

"No, Sir," she said, squirming back against the intrusion and clenching her muscles around my fingers. I pumped them into her several times, coating them liberally with her juices. I moved them quickly up to her puckered asshole, and I slipped one finger into her forbidden hole without warning. She took it easily and moaned softly in response. I added a second finger, and she only groaned at the increased stretching of her ass.

"The truth is that you like me taking you beyond your limits. You claim not to enjoy pain, yet when I spank you, you become sopping wet. You claim not to enjoy anal stimulation, yet your body betrays your desire for my violation of your ass. You want me to fuck your ass now, don't you slut?"

"No, Sir. I mean, yes, Sir. I mean, it is yours to do with as you wish."

"Good slut! You are getting it. That's really what it's all about isn't it. Being taken completely. Being totally consumed. Being owned entirely."

"Yes, Sir, I want you to have everything. I want to hold nothing back."

I withdrew my fingers and released her tit from my grasp. From the pocket of my sport coat I took out the third and largest size anal plug. 

"Open your mouth, slut," I commanded.

She opened her mouth and I forced the large plug in, stretching her jaw to open wide to accommodate its width. I left it there until drool began oozing from around the corners of her mouth and dripping onto the pavement beneath her. I removed the plug and shoved it unceremoniously into her pussy. She squealed and sighed.

"Hold it there, slut, while I prepare your ass to accept my final plug."

I took a small tube of lubricant from my pocket and drizzled over the crack of her ass. I worked it into her anal passage, first with one, then with two, and then with three fingers. By the time all three fingers were stuffed deeply into her ass, she was panting and groaning.

"I think you are ready. Do you?" I asked.

"Yes, Sir," she gasped. 

"Beg me for it then. Beg for my plug."

"Please, Sir, will you put your big fat plug into my slut ass?"

I yanked the thick black rubber toy from her pussy and pressed the tip in past her sphincter. She took the first inch almost without notice. The next inch of the quickly thickening toy met with some resistance and extracted hard sigh from her. The third inch stretched her open wide and she began breathing deeply, grunting with each exhale. 

"More, slut?"

"Yes, Sir. I want it all," she groaned forcefully, willing herself to accept whatever I would give her. 

With that I gave a final push and the widest part of the toy passed into her, her anal ring closing around the narrower base, as the flange came to rest against her cheeks.

"Good little slut. All in." 

"Thank you, Sir," she sighed in relief.

"Now, you'll count to fifty while I go, and then you will crawl back to you car, just like this. Skirt up, shirt open and tit hanging out of your bra, ass stuffed full of my plug. You'll have to go home and clean yourself up, of course, because you are a total mess."

"Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir."

I left, having never once made eye contact with my little slut.

I went to my office reveling in the ravishment of my slave, my boss. I could tell that physically and mentally I'd stretched her as far as she'd ever been stretched before. I also knew that she accepted it willingly, but not without struggle. I knew a sense of pride would be welling up along with the abject humiliation of it all. 

I sent her a short text message. "Well done, little slut. Bring me your tattered stockings as a memento of our morning and a symbol of your total surrender."

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Ninety minutes later Adrienne came to my office door and knocked softly. 

"Come in, Adrienne." 

She stepped inside and greeted me pleasantly. "Good morning, Jason."

I looked at my watch. "Rough time getting started this Monday morning?" I jested.

"You might say that," she replied almost playfully. She opened her purse and tossed a wadded up pair of ripped stockings onto my desk before gingerly shuffling off toward her office, doing her best to mask any sign that her ass was stuffed with a two and a half inch thick anal plug. 

As soon as I saw her log into her computer, I sent her an instant message informing her that Nikki would be in shortly to remove the plug from her ass. I got no reply.

That afternoon I arranged a meeting with Adrienne through Nikki using the MLS guise. 

"I think the holes are filling in rather nicely with MLS, don't you?" I asked, sitting across from her and smiling broadly, her office door open again. 

"Yes. I'd say things are progressing well. I must say I'm looking forward to see how it all concludes."

"If you don't mind, I've had a few thoughts on how to help things along to that end."

"Sure. Whatcha' got for me?"

"This," I said as I handed her another written instruction. This sheet explained that she would receive at her home in the mail that day a life-sized replica of my fully erect cock, made for her by me personally using one of the clone-a-dick kits. I explained that I made myself hard by stroking my cock while imagining it poised at her quivering asshole, ready to take it for the first time, to savagely claim it as my own. That night, my instructions continued, she was to kneel on all fours, naked, on her bedroom floor as she had for the previous sessions. For a full thirty minutes, every five minutes she was to slap her tits and pinch her nipples, as before, and to beg out loud for my cock to take her ass. This time, however, she was not to put anything in her ass or even touch it. Rather, she was to simply stare at the fake cock lying before her on the floor and imagine it plundering her back door. 

She finished reading and her face flushed red as she looked up at me with a slightly questioning look. It was clear that she wanted to say something but worried about someone hearing through her open office door. 

Finally she said straightforwardly, "I think this will work."

"Good. Very good," I replied. "I was hoping you'd feel that way."

I gave her Tuesday morning off from anal training, and then had her repeat Monday night's ritual that evening. Same thing for Wednesday. By Wednesday night, her journal indicated that she was positively desperate to have something in her ass. She found herself completely preoccupied in anticipation of the time when at last she would have the experience she was now longing for: to have her ass fucked by me. 

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The stage had been perfectly set. 

I sent Adrienne a one-word email shortly after lunch on Thursday. "Tonight."

I rang her cell phone a few minutes after I watched her leave the office. Not too surprisingly it was at least an hour earlier than she usually left. 

"Eager to get home?" I asked her coyly. 

"Very eager, Sir."

"But you don't even know what I have planned."

"I doesn't matter, I couldn't work another minute anyway. I haven't gotten anything done all afternoon."

"You want this that badly do you?"

"Oh yes, Sir. I want it very badly."

"Who would have thought just a week ago that you'd be saying such a thing," I teased.

"Not me, that's for sure," she quipped.

"Well, I'm not going to give you the whole plan just yet, but step one is that you need to stop and get yourself an enema kit on the way home. Strip naked and follow the directions on the kit when you get home. I'll phone you later with more instructions. Don't touch your pussy, no matter how tempted you are."

"Yes, Sir," she replied.

At 7:20. She answered breathlessly on the first ring. "God, Jason, I thought you'd never call."

"Have you done as I instructed so far, my little ass-slut?"

"Yes, Sir. I am all prepared for you. I have been prancing around here stark naked for over an hour. I feel like my mind is going to explode."

"Afraid or excited?" I asked.

She paused to consider the question. "Both."

"Good girl. Are you wet?"

"Yes."

"Let me hear. Two fingers."

She lowered her cell phone down to her sex, and I heard a faint gasp at the obedient insertion of her two fingers into her wet cunt, just before I heard the sloshing of those same fingers as she pounded them in and out of her pussy. I listened to her finger herself furiously for twenty or thirty seconds before returning to the phone, practically gasping for breath. 

"Oh fuck, Sir, I almost came. I had to stop. I knew I shouldn't come. But I'm so keyed up!"

"Good girl. You know coming is still not allowed. Yet. You've obeyed me on this matter haven't you? You haven't come since your ass training began have you?"

"No Sir. I haven't. But I have wanted to desperately. My need is so strong."

"I heard the need dripping from your pussy just now, little slut. But it isn't really your need after all, is it?" 

"No Sir."

"To whom does the need in your pussy belong?" 

"You, Sir."

"And to whom does the need in your ass belong?"

"Every part of my being is yours, including the extreme need my ass has to be filled with your beautiful cock."

"I'm parked up the street from your house right now. I'm stroking my raging hard-on thinking about how good it's going to feel inside your sweet little slut ass. Mmmmmm. It won't be long now."

"Ooooh god, Sir, please come and fuck my ass! Please!"

"As I recall from last year's Christmas party, your front entrance is pretty well hidden from the street and neighbors, so I should be able to use it without being seen, right?"

"That's right, no problem."

"Good. Here's what I want you to do. First, go find something to blindfold yourself with, and get the life-like dildo I made for you. Then I want you to unlock your front door, disable the alarm, dim the lights, and take a seat on the leather loveseat next to the fireplace in the living room and put on the blindfold."

"And where shall I put your cock?" she asked playfully.

"Well, you already know where I'm going to put my cock. But as for the dildo, just set it on the coffee table in front of the loveseat. Now hurry and go do as I said, and I'll be coming in shortly."

"Yes, Sir. I hope you will be coming soon, and right in my ass. I am so desperate for you!"

"One final thing. No speaking or sounds from you unless you are asked a direct question or unless given explicit permission. Understood?

"Yes, Sir." 

I have to admit that by the time I slipped through the front door, my heart was pounding with anticipation. The fact that I was about to take my boss's virgin ass right there in her own home was almost more than I could stand. I gave my eyes a minute to adjust and made my way through the dark foyer toward the dim light coming from the living room. 

I stopped dead in my tracks as soon as I caught sight of her. Suddenly my heart raced with something beyond the exhilaration of what I was about to do. No this was a different feeling, vaguely familiar, but one that had become a distant memory for me. I paused in the arched doorway to gaze at the sight of the beautiful woman sitting naked and blindfolded on the loveseat. 

For more than a minute, I stood staring, drinking her in. Candlelight flickered gently off her skin from the candlesticks on the end tables on either side of her. The blindfold she'd chosen, a black silk scarf, could not dim the look of eager surrender on her face. Even her posture, back straight, tits out proudly, hand resting submissively on her thighs spoke of her enthusiastic compliance. I considered in that instant how willingly this woman had embraced all that I had led her into in the short time she'd come under my control. I knew that no matter her own comfort level she would give me anything I desired from her.

Hers was a level of submission that I had never known before, and I found it overwhelmingly beautiful. 

At last I spoke, choking back the emotion. "God you are so beautiful sitting there like that. You just might make me fall in love with you after all." 

"Sir! At last." Whether she was commenting on my arrival or my previous statement, I did not know.

"Shhh. Quiet, little slut, unless I ask you to speak." Adrienne nodded her head in acknowledgement of my command.

I approached her quietly from behind and dropped my small duffle bag, filled with the night's necessary implements, onto the loveseat next to her. She flinched slightly in surprise. I rested my hands on her bar shoulders. "Easy. You are a bundle of nerves little slut. Relax."

I massaged her shoulders and neck for a minute or so, and I felt the tension ease from her body. I leaned forward and moved my hands down her from neck, slowly down her chest until they came to rest over her breasts. I squeezed them gently and toyed with her nipples a bit. I could tell she was fighting back the expression of her desire, striving to remain silent as commanded. I pinched harder, and she gulped against the yearning to moan. I twisted her nipples, finally evoking a guttural groan.

I slapped both her tits at once. "Silence, slut!" She breathed in suddenly and deeply, fighting off the cry that was trying to force its way from her lungs. 

"You like it better when I'm the one doing this, don't you."

She nodded, and I slapped her tits again, harder. "Answer me when I ask you a question!"

"Yes, Sir. I like it better when you slap my breasts and pinch my nipples. When you had me do it to myself, I always imagined it was you doing it to me."

I relented and cupped one of her sweet mounds in each palm. "Mmmm. These are lovely, and I love it that they are mine." I brushed my open palms gently against each nipple as they stiffened proudly. I leaned in closer, inhaling the scent of her perfume, and then kissed her neck softly. 

"Suppose I should tell you that I want to pierce your nipples as sign of my ownership of them?" I asked.

"As you wish, Sir. As you say, they belong to you."

"You continually amaze me, my little slut. Your level of surrender is rather astounding to me." I went back to kissing her neck while continuing to gently and playfully stroke her breasts and nipples.

"Are you prepared to accept the conclusion of your training and the culmination of your punishment tonight?"

"Yes, Sir. I have been longing for it all day, all week."

"Longing for what? Tell me."

"Longing for you to fuck my ass, Sir."

"This is what you want then?

"Oh yes, Sir, please. Please fuck my ass, hard and deep; any way you want to. Just let me feel the thickness of your wonderful manhood inside there, filling me and claiming what no man has ever claimed from me."

I came around the loveseat and pulled Adrienne to her feet. I stepped back and drank in her nakedness with my eyes. In that moment an unexpected wave of pure adoration swept over me, causing me to feel positively dizzy with emotion. 

"I'm falling for you, little slut. You know that don't you."

"Yes, Sir. I was hoping. I've never stopped hoping."

I stepped toward her and kissed her tenderly as I slid my hands over her shoulders and down her arms until our fingers intertwined. Without a command, she slipped to her knees and deftly removed my cock from my pants, gulping by my hard flesh in mere seconds. She sucked and licked and worshiped my cock with absolute pure desire, as I stood over her watching.

My balls began to well up need, and I found myself suddenly on the brink. I forced myself from her mouth, reluctantly. 

"It's time." 

I raised her to her feet and led my blindfolded sub to the adjacent dining room. Her hands and body trembled slightly from fear and excitement. I moved the chair from the head of the table and positioned her in front of that end. I had her lean forward slightly so she could place her hands on the table for support. 




Who's The Boss? Ch. 09



"Wait here and do you best to relax while I prepare things for the taking of your ass."

I retrieved my bag, the two candlesticks and the dildo from the living room, lighting a few additional candles on the dining room side table upon my return. This was an event that I intended to see clearly and remember well. I emptied the contents of my bag onto the table, setting everything out in order.

I moved behind Adrienne and pressed my body in close to her, as she remained leaning on her arms at the head of the table. I pressed my already hard cock against the crack of her ass as I gently massaged her back and shoulders for a moment or two. I knelt down behind he and lavished loving kisses down her lower back and all over her lovely backside. My hands roamed freely and lightly over her calves and thighs, working their way slowly and determinedly up her long sexy legs, until at last they brushed playfully over her swollen nether lips. She was positively dripping with desire, but I teasingly avoided any significant pleasuring contact with her sex.

Despite the lack of direct sexual stimulation, Adrienne was already breathing heavily, and I noticed tiny beads of sweat forming on her back. Her excitement was palpable. 

I reached up and picked up the smallest anal plug from its position on the table. 

"Spread your lugs, slut," I demanded. She complied by sliding her feet apart, which forced her to lean more heavily upon the table in order to steady herself. I rubbed the plug over Adrienne's swollen lips, coating it liberally with the lubrication of her desire. Briefly I inserted the plug into her gaping pussy before moving it to her rear hole and pushing it in with a swift and sudden motion. Her body twitched at the abrupt invasion, but she accommodated it easily.

"Good little slut. Yield your ass to me."

I stood again behind her and slid both arms under hers, one hand landing on her heaving tits, the other snaking down between her spread legs. As I played with her, I pressed my groin into her ass, forcing the plug more deeply into her bowels. I dipped two fingers into her pussy and quickly brought them back out and over her clitoris, while my other hand massaged its way back and forth over her breasts and nipples. 

A mere ten seconds after my fingers first made contact with her clit, my little slut exploded with the orgasm that I had denied her for days. Her arms shook as she clutched the edge of the table. As my fingers sent her careening silently through her peak, my stiff cock pressed hard against her plugged ass, and my hand gripped her breast tightly. Although I am sure I could have diddled her clit to several more orgasms, it was time to move on.

While she was still panting in the after glow, I helped her onto the table and directed her onto her back. With the two torn stocking she'd brought to me after our parking garage encounter, I bound her arms to two corners of the long table, positioning her roughly centered. I'm certain she knew that what bound her were the very stockings I'd forced her to crawl through the parking lot in. 

I ordered her to raise her knees and spread them wide for me. I lubed up the medium-sized anal plug, removed the small one, and slid immediately replaced it with the next size, thrusting it into her ass in a single motion. She gasped, but pushed back against the need to cry out.

"That one wasn't bad either," I exclaimed, as I lower her legs and tied them down to the other two legs of the table with short lengths of rope. "I think your training has proven fruitful."

I crawled up onto the table between her spread legs and kissed my way from one knee up toward her pussy, stopping just short of it. Then I kissed up the tender flesh of her other inner thigh. Her legs began trembling slightly. After several more passes up her thighs, each one stopping increasingly closer to her sex, I at last brushed my tongue between her pouting pussy lips. They welcomingly blossomed open and out poured copious amount of female desire. I lapped eagerly at the delicious fluid, moving my tongue into the gaping entrance of her love tunnel. 

I planted a light kiss directly on her budding clit, still swollen and tender from her previous orgasm. Immediately Adrienne's entire body jerked violently, as she thrashed against her restraints. She was already on the verge again. I circled her clit slowly with my tongue, avoiding direct contact for the moment. I don't know how she fought back the sounds of pleasure I know she longed to express; yet she remained obediently silent. I gave her clit a quick little flick of my tongue, which caused her head rose slightly and bang quickly back down onto the table with a hollow thud. I did it again, and received the same response. Again. Bang. Again. Bang. Again. Bang.

At last I drew her lower lips fully into my mouth and drummed her pleasure nub directly with my tongue. After just twenty or thirty seconds of swirling my tongue over her clit, Adrienne's entire body entire tensed up suddenly, her head coming off the table again. Only this time her head remained up, and as I looked up over her lovely body from between her legs, I saw her face contorted with the bliss of another violent orgasm. She rocked her head from side to side repeatedly, her arms and legs straining at the ropes and stockings that held her fast. 

At last she gave in to the pleasure, and sighed a long, shrill cry. "Ohhhhhh!" Her head clunked loudly onto the table one last time, and her body stilled. 

I kissed my way up her sweaty body, over her tummy, between her breasts and up her neck, until my lips met hers. We shared a long and soulful kiss. 

"That's two," I announced gleefully. 

I climbed off the table, and after giving her a brief respite, rolled Adrienne onto her stomach.

"On your hands and knees, little slut."

She sluggishly forced her body into the commanded position, crosswise on top of the table. I know that coming twice in rapid succession as she had, took a toll, but I was on a quest, and she knew the final destination was still some ways ahead. I gently stroked her face and hair while I waited for her to breathing to return to normal. It wouldn't do to have her pass out. 

I stood in front of her and untied her silk blindfold. As we made eye contact for the first time since I'd entered her house, she smiled up at me sweetly, invitingly, and submissively. I kissed her briefly before stepping aside.

"Look in the mirror on the wall in front of you." Her eyes focused on her candlelit reflection, and her smile brightened even further.

"Why do you smile so at what you see, little slut?" I asked. 

"Because there I am, naked on my own dining room table, being served up for your pleasure. It's a sight that makes me very happy."

"I have to say it makes me happy too." I reached beneath her and fondled her breast as it hung down invitingly. "It's time to continue, little slut."

"Yes, Sir," she replied, in a surprisingly eager tone.

"As I have freed your eyes, so I now free your voice. You may speak freely for the rest of the evening."

"Or moan, or sigh, or cry out in pleasure," she added.

"Or pain," I added, picking up the third and largest anal plug from the table and waving it in front of her eyes.

"Yes, or pain," she echoed. 

I walked around the table behind her and removed the medium plug before I drizzled some extra lube down the crack of her ass. I pressed two fingers into her, lubing the walls in preparation for the biggest plug. 

"You want this don't' you?" 

"I want whatever you would give me," she replied sincerely.

I pressed just the tip of the thick member into her asshole. "Play with your pussy, like the little slut you are. Distract yourself with pleasure as I fill you with this monster."

Obediently her fingers went to work. Slowly and deliberately, as I worked the length of the plug into her, Adrienne fingered her clit, her fingers reaching back occasionally to feel he girth of the toy entering her. Now free to express her feelings, she sighed and moaned loudly with each bit that I gave her. 

"You know not to come without permission, of course," I reminded her.

"Yes, Sir, of course."

Once the base of the plug was fully seated against her cheeks, I congratulated Adrienne on taking it all. 

"You've trained me well, Sir. That didn't even hurt!"

"It's easier when I let you make your pussy on fire, isn't it?"

"Much easier."

I came back around the table and stood in front of her as she continued to play with herself with one hand. I shuffled her into place with her chest down against the table and her head hanging off the edge, turned to one side-- into perfect cock sucking position. I quickly dispensed with my clothes and return to her, my hard cock bouncing in front of her face.

"Oh god, Sir, I am very close to coming again!" she warned.

"I know you are, because that's what little sluts do. They come and come and come and still beg for more."

"Please, Sir, may I come again?" 

I silenced her plea with the entire length of my cock. "You'll come when I say, and you can guarantee that won't be before my cock is buried deep in your ass."

I proceeded to fuck her face brutally, and she took it with ardent enthusiasm. I grabbed her by the hair and forced her face on and off my manhood at a steady pace. 

"God, slut, your mouth is incredible tonight. I suppose it might be feeling a little jealous that your ass is getting all the attention." I reached behind her and twisted and tugged the plug in her ass, causing her to moan and grunt loudly, the vibrations from her throat making my cock twitch. 

I withdrew from her drooling mouth and ordered her back onto her hands and knees. I walked around behind her again and popped the anal plug from her without warning, causing her to squeal loudly. I crawled up onto the table behind her, which thankfully was plenty sturdy to hold us both. 

"Look at me slut," I commanded. She raised her head and gazed at our reflections in the mirror. 

"Take my ass, Sir." She begged without being ordered to do so.

I lubed my cock and poised it at her virgin asshole. 

"Please, Sir." Her legs shook with anticipation, causing the entire table to vibrate beneath us.

I shoved just the tip of my cock past the forbidden bud. 

"Yes!" she gasped, encouraging me. "More."

I withdrew my cock, slapped her ass hard and said sternly, "I'll take what I want at the pace I want to take it."

I stuck the tip back into her and took another inch, pausing there to give her a chance to adjust to my girth. I eyes were locked together through the mirror.

"Please, Sir," she whimpered. I know she wanted to beg me for all of it. She wriggled her ass back attempting to take more by her own volition. I slapped her ass with a firm swat and pressed in steadily and slowly, not stopping until my balls came to rest against her ass cheeks. 

"Mine!" I yelled. "You are all mine!" I stayed buried in her for a moment reveling in the conquest that was really no conquest at all. She had freely surrendered it to me.

"Ahh, Ahh, Ohh," she cried, the joy evident even in her guttural noises. She reached behind her to feel the truth of my claiming her, sliding her finger down crack of her ass to feel the base of my thick cock buried inside her. "Yes," she sighed.

"All fours," I commanded. "I want you undistracted as you feel every inch of me claim every inch of you." 

Her eyes drifted closed as I started working the length of my shaft in and out of her ass, allowing her to focus on every rib and vein working inside her. Very gradually I increased my pace as I clutched her hips firmly with both hands. 

"Look at me," I insisted. "You are going to watch me fill your ass with my hot seed."

"Yes, Sir" she sighed deeply. "Yes, please let me have it. I will watch you fill me up to the deepest part of my being."

I felt myself beginning to rise steadily toward that point of no return, but there was one more thing I needed from her. I handed her the dildo replica of my cock.

"Lean down on your elbows, little slut. Hold that dildo in both hands and lower your face onto it. Take it all. Suck it like it was the real thing, slut. Do it well for me."

"Yes, Sir." Her body rocked back and forth as she raised and lowered her mouth over the vinyl dildo, causing her to force herself back deeper onto the cock in her ass each time her mouth rose up to the tip. She was moaning and growling wildly with pleasure.

"Tonight you have given me something that you've given no other man. And now I am going to give you something you've never had before. You are going to have an anal orgasm. The one you told me you didn't used to believe in. The one you almost had the other night."

"Yes! Thank you, Sir!" she murmured excitedly around the cock in her mouth. I felt her force her ass back onto me even more fiercely, grunting with each deep thrust of my shaft in her ass. 

"Come for me, little slut! Do it!" 

I was fucking her ass more viciously than I'd fucked anything in my life, yet she seemed only to want more: harder, faster, and deeper. 

Her head bobbed off the dildo long enough for her to scream "Oh god, Sir, I'm going to come!"

"Look into my eyes, little slut. Watch me fill your ass! Let me watch the pleasure you take in being clamed!" 

"Oh, Oh. Oh, Oh, Mmmmmmm." She moaned into the vinyl shaft, her eyes straining toward the mirror as she blew it for all she was worth.

I felt the eruption building from the very depth of my soul. It was a sacred moment, and we both knew it. 

"Come with me, little slut! Come with me!" I shouted. 

At the first twitch of my cock, her body began to shake violently beneath me as her own orgasm overtook her. She vaulted into new realms of pleasure as I filled her ass with a torrent of my seed. I could feel her pussy contracting through the wall of her ass in counter rhythm with my spurting cock as it was pegged deep in her bowels. We both shrieked in delight at our incredible mutual crescendo. 

At long last, longer than I though either of us could possibly endure, we tumbled together onto the table top in a sweaty heap of panting flesh, my cock still buried deep inside her. 

I pulled Adrienne's exhausted, limp body firmly back against my chest. I brushed her damp hair aside from her neck and kissed her gently there. 

"You are all mine now," I sighed softly into her ear. 

"All yours, Sir," she echoed. "All."



Who's The Boss? Ch. 10



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When I awoke with the early light of dawn on Friday morning, it took me a few startled seconds to realize where I was.  Despite having fucked my boss every way possible since taking her as my submissive pet several weeks prior, I’d had yet to actually sleep with Adrienne.  For me, spending the night with a woman always represented a significant step forward in the relationship, and one that I never took lightly.  But as I gazed down at her, sleeping soundly with her head resting on my stomach facing away from me, I felt no doubts about my decision to stay the night.  

Sentimental significance aside, there was also the risk that her husband could have returned home unexpectedly, but neither of us seemed to give that possibility much thought as we tumbled into her bed the night before, exhausted and exhilarated after hours of incredible sex, culminating in my taking her anal cherry.    As I watched her bare back rise and fall with her deep breathing, I lightly touched the soft dark blonde curls where they brushed my abdomen.  As much as I wanted to let my little slut sleep, my cock began to stir when I recalled the amazing middle-of-the-night blowjob she’d woken me with.  It looked to me like she’d barely moved since sucking me dry.

Without so much as a stretch or a yawn or a murmur, I suddenly felt Adrienne’s hand on my semi-hard manhood, stroking me toward full mast.  Relentless slut!  She slipped her head beneath the sheet and drew me into her warm, wet mouth, tongue swirling madly about my shaft as I moaned my encouragement.  Soon my cockhead was poking against the back of her throat.  

“Good morning little slut,” I sighed.  

She didn’t respond with more than a muffled moan, but kept up her oral assault by sliding her mouth fully on and fully off my pole, stroking my balls and shaft all the while.  I peeled the sheet down a little further so I could access her better and ran my hands over her perfect little ass.  Eventually I worked a finger down the crack and into her well-used yet still lubricated rear hole.  She gladly opened herself up to the invasion, relaxing her anal muscles and allowing me to add a second finger, while never missing a beat with her mouth. 

“I think my little slut wants my cock in her ass again already.  I thought you might be worn out back there after last night.”

Without a word she slipped my hard shaft from between her lips, pushed down the covers, and swung her leg over to straddle me.  Reaching behind her she positioned the tip of my cock at the entrance to her ass.

“Please, Sir.  Will you fuck my ass again?” she pleaded lustily, leaning down to give me a hot, open-mouthed kiss.  

“Lube?” I asked.

“How about this kind?” she said, redirecting my cock to the entrance of her pussy and plunging her body down onto me all the way.  She was certainly wet enough to do the trick, I thought.  

“I think you are plenty lubed up now, Sir” she cooed as she rode up and down the entire length of my shaft repeatedly, the copious cunt juices evident by the loud sloshing sounds emanating from our nether regions.  She rose up all the way, releasing my soggy shaft from her pussy, and shifting her body slightly forward, lowered herself slowly, gradually impaling her ass with my cock. 

We both grunted with delight as my girth stretched her ass open.  Inch by glorious inch she offered me her forbidden hole until coming to rest with me balls-deep inside her. Her eyes drifted shut as she relished the feeling of fullness, using her muscles down there to squeeze my cock tightly.  My hands moved to her chest, firmly cupping her wonderful breasts and massaging her stiff nipples with my thumbs.  

“I want to watch you come for me, little slut,” I instructed her.  

She stuck the index finger of her right hand into her mouth and sucked it seductively for a few seconds before drawing it out slowly between her moist lips.  

“May I?” she asked as she slipped that finger down between us and between her pussy lips. “I think I’m a little too sore this morning for another anal orgasm.”

“Of course, pleasure yourself in any way you wish.  I just want to see your face as you come.”

“Yes, Sir.” 

With one hand on my chest for support and the other hand working over her clitoris and pussy, Adrienne began to rock up and down on my shaft.  As her ministrations front and back continued, the look of discomfort shifted gradually to a look of utter pleasure.  While she worked over my cock with her sweet ass I kept up my assault on her nipples.  

“May I come now for you, Sir?” she asked much sooner than I had expected. 

“Hold off for a minute.  When you feel me filling your ass, you can come too.”

“Yes, Sir, as you wish.” 

She soon was panting heavily both with sexual excitement and the physical exertion required to raise her body weight up and down on me.  Truthfully I could have come any time, but I wanted her to work for my pleasure and for her own, to push herself physically to the limit of her ability, before finding relief.

“That’s a good little slut,” I exclaimed, finding my own difficulty in holding back.  “Milk my cock with your ass.”

Despite her obvious exhaustion, her tempo quickened on me, raping her own ass with my hardness.  Sweat formed on her brow and her breathing grew shallow and rapid.  Her face reddened with exertion and restraint as the desperation for release grew almost uncontainable. 

“Please,” she managed to groan.  “I can’t’…”  Her voice trailed off.

“Look into my eyes little slut and take my come,” I exclaimed loudly.  

Her pleading eyes opened just as my cock began to pulse in her ass, and as her own climax erupted they widened with delight, betraying her surprise at the intensity of her own pleasure.  As we came together, Adrienne never slackened her fucking motion in the least until at last I rolled her off of me and onto the bed next to me, my manhood slipping from her anal passage.

I pulled my body up over her; holding myself up on my hands as I peered down at her beneath me, limp with so much bliss, and strikingly beautiful. 

“You are getting me addicted to you, Adrienne.” I surprised myself that I had used her real name for the first time since I could remember. 

“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” she asked coyly. 

I leaned down and planted a soft, gentle kiss on her lips before I answered. 

“Don’t you see?  I’m falling in love with you.”

She smiled gleefully up at me and threw her arms around my neck, pulling me to her forcefully and giving me a passionate kiss that told me just how happy she was to hear those words at last.   

Our sweaty, sated bodies lay intertwined, kissing and nuzzling for another thirty minutes before I reluctantly decided I needed to head home and quickly get ready for work.  Once dressed, I leaned down and kissed Adrienne’s cute little ass where it was sticking out from beneath the sheet.  I then gave her cheek a little smack, right where I had been kissing.  She barely moved.  

“Better get up soon, little slut.  It wouldn’t do for us to both stroll in late wearing the silly, satisfied grins that we’ll more than likely be wearing today.” 

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I sprinted through my morning routine and ended up being only ten minutes late for work. My morning was crammed full of meetings and phone calls, and I barely had a minute to breath until mid-afternoon.  It was then that I first realized that Nikki had not sent me the required cell phone photo of her lingerie choice for the day.  I sent her a text message to meet me in the media lab at 4:30, feeling certain that it wouldn’t be in use so late on a Friday afternoon.  

I was waiting for her when she walked in.

“Lock the door cunt,” I said sternly.

“Do you think it’s safe for us to meet here like this?” she asked nervously.

“Lock the door cunt,” I repeated in a more harsh tone.

“What if someone should want to use the lab for…”  I slammed my hand down loudly on the top of the table I’d been leaning against.

“Now, cunt!” I said angrily.  She quickly locked the door and turned back toward me, looking a little fearful.  

“You are pushing me aren’t you cunt?”  She looked at me sheepishly, feigning confusion and shrugged slightly.

“Take off your shirt and your skirt,” I said firmly.  “Show me now what you were supposed to have shown me this morning.”

Her fingers went to work, frantically undoing her buttons, revealing the black corset underneath her sweater.  She quickly unzipped and slid her skirt down and off her legs, exposing the matching thong.  

“Turn slowly for me.” I ordered.  She revolved slowly in her low heels, allowing me to inspect her gorgeous body.  Her long brown hair cascaded gently over her bare shoulders, stopping just above where the corset began.  Her full, firm breasts were nicely presented by the cleavage-enhancing cut of the corset, which also nipped her waist alluringly.  Below, the satiny black thong set off her creamy white buttocks in stark contrast. 

“It’s a good thing you are so sexy,” I said after taking a nice long gander at my second sex slave.  

“Why is that, Sir?” she asked demurely.

“Because I have a mind to take back all the sexy things I bought for you as a response to your blatant disregard for my instructions.  You did disobey me on purpose this morning, didn’t you?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“I wondered how long it would take you to break.”

“Break, Sir?  I don’t understand.”

“I knew that if I withheld your punishment long enough, if I completely ignored you sexually, eventually you would deliberately do something to anger me, in hopes of inducing your punishment.  You actually lasted longer than I thought you would, especially given the way I interjected you into Adrienne’s own punishment.” 

“And now that you’ve broken me?”

“Truthfully, it will make no difference in the timeline or severity of your punishment, cunt. To do otherwise would positively reinforce the weakness you have shown.  It would reward your disobedience and disrespect.  That wouldn’t do, now would it?”

“No, Sir.” Nikki looked visibly disappointed.  

“Tonight, in addition to your other writing assignments, you will write me a formal letter of apology for your actions.”

“Yes, Sir. I will.”

“Now get dressed and return to your desk.  I expect that we won’t have to deal with this kind of defiance again.  If you cannot wait patiently for your punishment to be meted out at the time of my choosing, it will only serve to delay it.  Now go.”

I don’t know if she realized how sexually charged I was at the moment or if she saw the bulge in my pants that her sexy body and lingerie had created.  It took every ounce of self-control I had to not throw her up on the table and fuck her bald cunt like a madman.  

I watched lasciviously as Nikki dressed herself quickly.  She unlocked the door and then turned to me before opening it.

“I’m sorry, Sir,” she said sincerely. “I didn’t mean to anger you so.” 

“I know, cunt.  Just go.  And when you get back to your desk, send your boss down here immediately.  I need to fuck something badly.”

I could see the jealous irritation on her face.  Sometimes I could be such a brutal bastard. 

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I slept in a little later than usual on Saturday morning, so it was nearly 10 am by the time I sat down at the computer in my guest room, which doubled as a home office.  As I sipped a strong cup of black Jamaican coffee, I was pleased to see five new emails from my two subs, despite the fact that I had checked email right before turning in at midnight the previous night.  One was from Adrienne, and four were from Nikki.  I decided to open them in the order they were sent.

Adrienne’s was first, and it contained her picture assignment for the night before.  It actually contained two pictures, each with a corresponding reason behind the selection.  She explained in the email that her husband had returned home early from his trip that afternoon, noting how close a call we’d had with me spending the night before.  She also said that he seemed to be hovering around more than usual, which she laughingly speculated was due to the amazing and uncharacteristic blowjob she’d given him the week prior.  Therefore, she had slipped silently out of bed at 2 am to send the picture assignment from Friday night and the one for Saturday morning, fearing that she might not have a chance to do so otherwise.  

The first picture showed two topless women, one blonde, one brunette, kneeling in front of a man in a business suit with his fly undone.  The two women faced each other and had their bright red lips pressed tightly to either side of the man’s bulging member, their lips barely touching together around him.  The next picture, obviously a later shot from the same scene, depicted the same two women, now completely naked, still kneeling in front of the man, who remained fully clothed. Facing one another, their mouths were locked in a passionate kiss as he emptied his balls over their sweet faces.  Adrienne wrote that what attracted her to these two pictures was the way it displayed the women’s adoration of the man’s cock, while also clearly portraying their enjoyment of each other.  Very hot.  Such a good little slut.

I moved on to the first email from Nikki, which I noted with surprise was sent at 5:50 am.   Here’s what it said. 

>>> Sir, here it is Saturday morning and my chance to sleep in, but I’ve been awake and restless since 5:15.  I finally decided to get out of bed and write.  As I told you in my letter of apology last night, I’ve been unable to think of anything but my pending punishment ever since you and Adrienne wrenched that fantastic orgasm from me, causing me to lose the challenge and acquire the consequence, which so far remains a complete mystery to me.

>>>  I suppose that you are intentionally delaying the pronouncement of sentence.  I suppose that you have purposefully made me aware of and even used me in Adrienne’s punishment.  I have learned that everything you do is for a purpose, Sir.  Still, my mind and body have been continually on edge, preoccupied with fantasies of what I might be forced to do as retribution for failing to withhold my own orgasm against the merciless onslaught of pleasure you and Adrienne subject my body to.  Of course you knew this kind of preoccupation would be my natural reaction.  Of course you knew that the panties you bought for me would be constantly wet, just as they are now.  Of course that is why you wait.  You are bringing out my inner whore, aren’t you?

She signed the email “cunt cum whore.”   I was immediately struck by her keen intelligence and sharp wit in cleverly using the dual meaning of “cum.” Most obviously, it is commonly found in erotica as the word used for orgasm, or for male ejaculate, especially when cum and whore are used together to mean a woman who lives her life in pursuit of said ejaculate.  More subtly however, cum is the Latin preposition indicating that something has a dual role, or more to the point, something that is being changed from one thing into another.  Hence, cunt (her former slave name) cum (being change into) whore (what her Master desires her to become).  Simply brilliant.

Before replying I decided to finish reading all her emails.  Next was her morning 3-way picture assignment, which depicted a woman bound tightly to a chair and gagged with her panties.  Behind the bound woman, out of her line of sight and just slightly out of the camera’s focus, you could see a man and woman, whose naked bodies were entwined together in passionate lovemaking. She explained the dual purpose of her selection. First, of course, the bound woman reminded her of the orgasm race she’d endured in Adrienne’s office a few days prior.  Second, she said that the idea of only being able to listen as Adrienne and I made love in the same room was titillating to her.  She didn’t really know why, but she went on to describe in detail what the woman in the chair heard, smelled, and thought as the couple behind her fucked with abandon.  She explained how breathlessly she’d waited for Adrienne to return from the media lab the night before, freshly fucked and dripping with my come.  She said that her hurt feelings melted into fervent desire as she sat at her desk imagining me brutally fucking our boss. 

The next email from Nikki was a story continuation.  In a previous email, Adrienne had set up the scene, now four days into the seven-day cruise we were enjoying together in the story.  The three of us were in the aft “adults only section” of the ship, enjoying a bottle of wine in the hot tub.  As Adrienne described it, the girls were in their skimpiest white bikinis, which had become almost transparent when wet, and I sat between them with a raging hard on.  Nikki took over from there, describing how the girls took turns riding my cock right out in plain view of a dozen or more other people. Doing their best to keep their movements subtle, they simply moved their bikini bottoms to one side and impaled themselves on my stiff cock, squeezing me with their pussy walls instead of riding up and down on me.  The thought of publicly fucking these two gorgeous women was fascinating and exciting to me, but I decided to write my addition to the story later.  

On to Nikki’s last email, written less than thirty minutes prior.  It simply read, “I know I’m not supposed to beg, but punish me, PLEASE, Sir.”  She signed it the same way as she had each of the others: “cunt cum whore.”

I smiled to myself and sat back in my desk chair while I continue to sip my coffee.  
I thought a brief minute, and then pushed myself back up to my computer.   I typed an email to both women.  “Nikki’s punishment starts tomorrow.  Both of you be sure to check you email before 10 am for further instructions.”

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I awoke Sunday morning with an eager sense of anticipation.  I went immediately to my bedroom window to discover that the weatherman had, for once, gotten it right.  It was a cloudy, drizzly, grey morning – perfect for the start of Nikki’s punishment.  

After making my usual strong pot of coffee and stuffing down a bagel with extra cream cheese, I went to my computer to compose my instructions to my two sexy subs.

>> Good Morning Cunt and My Little Slut,

>>  I hope you are ready for our little adventure.  I’ll remind you that you are to follow these instructions precisely.  You may find them challenging, but you will find disobedience brings severe consequences.  I rather suggest that you not test me in this.

>>  Each of you will find a large zip-lock bag beneath the front seat of your cars containing the supplies necessary for today’s adventure. At exactly 10 am, without looking at the bag or its contents, you will drive to Seven Lakes Park.  Use the small parking lot off of 8th Avenue (Google Map link is shown below, it if you need it.)  I’ll be there waiting for you.  Park on either side of my car.  Once parked, you may remove the bag from beneath your seat.  You will find further instruction there. 

>>  Please note that I am simply there to observe your obedience; so do not acknowledge my presence in any manner unless directed to do so.  Follow the instructions exactly.  

>>Sir

My heart beat hard in anticipation of the girls’ reactions to my message; even more so in anticipation of the evil adventure I had planned.  




Who's The Boss? Ch. 10



At a few minutes before ten I pulled into the parking lot I’d instructed them to use.  I parked my car in an empty row at the far end of the lot and waited.  Even on this soggy morning, there were six other cars already parked there.  I’d driven past the park’s east lot on my way in, and noticed at least another dozen cars or so.  Perfect.  There would be a sufficient number of bystanders, just as I’d hoped, but the large park wouldn’t be overly crowded either.

Nikki arrived first, since she had the shortest drive from home.  She pulled into the space to my left, flashing me a brief nervous smile before remembering my instruction to disregard my presence.  She turned off her engine, reached under her seat, and pulled out the zip-lock bag. I watched her eyes widen as she pulled out the extra small, cheaply thin, white men’s tank type t-shirt and a bright pink little pair of running shorts. She unfolded the tank top, and her mouth dropped open when she saw the word “cunt” silk-screened in bold black lettering right on the chest.   She quickly put the shirt down and unfolded the sheet of instructions I’d typed out for her.  

The orders she found written on the paper made her blush brightly.  While remaining in her vehicle, she was to remove all her clothing, including the pretty pink bra and g-string, which she had obediently texted me a photo of, worn beneath her blouse and jean shorts.  For five minutes she was to sit naked in her car, during which time she was to play with her pussy and clit.  No orgasm allowed, of course.  After getting herself good and wet between her legs, she was to don only the two items of clothing from the bag, plus a pair of flip-fops I’d included.  She was to then walk two times around the one-mile path encircling the main lake, and I reminded of how the rain would cause her t-shirt to become soaked like her pussy.  In the process, I explained, it would become quite transparent so as to display her lovely tits and nipple piercings for any and all to view.  I warned her to make no attempt to hide her chest or the pet name emblazoned on it with her arms, an infraction for which I would be watching.  Finally, she was to stop two different men and one woman and ask them for the time, being careful to observe the way their eyes would be glued to her revealed chest and the name inscribed there. When her assignment was completed, she would receive further instructions.

I watched through rain-streaked windows as she read the page over again, still blushing.  I could tell she wanted to turn to me and beg me not to make her do this, but she resisted, staring straight ahead as she began slowly unbuttoning her shirt.  She let it hang open while she unbuttoned her shorts and pushed them down to the floorboard together with her g-string panties.  She peeled her blouse off and quickly unhooked her bra, tossing both onto the seat next to her.  She closed her eyes, scooched down slightly in her seat, and I watched her hand disappear between her legs.  

Nikki was about half way through her masturbatory exercise when Adrienne’s car pulled in next to mine on the other side from Nikki’s.  She glanced over long enough to see Nikki sitting naked in her car with her head leaned back and hand working over her pussy.  I saw her mouth the words “Oh my god,” as she reached beneath her seat to retrieve her own outfit, identical to Nikki’s, except for the brilliant green color of her shorts and the name on the front of her shirt: “slut.”

Adrienne’s instructions started the same as Nikki’s, with having her strip and play with her pussy for five minutes before putting on the outfit.  From there I gave her instructions as to how I planned to use her to help me with Nikki’s punishment, in much the same way I’d used Nikki to help with her own.  

By the time Adrienne was naked and playing with her pussy, Nikki was dressed and ready to go.  She looked briefly down at her chest, either observing the prominence of her tits and barbells through the tight, thin material or the name I’d placed there or both.  She exited her car while her eyes scanned the parking lot for onlookers.  Even in the few second it took for her to round the front of her car on the way toward the walking path, her shirt was already getting soggy from the steady drizzle and her perky pierced nipples were becoming clearly visible.  I looked over at Adrienne, whose attention had been wrenched from masturbation by the slamming of Nikki’s car door.  She watched wide-eyed as the sodden Nikki hurriedly crossed the parking lot, disappeared between the bushes at the far end and began her trek around the lake.

With Nikki safely started on her humiliation walk, my attention turned to Adrienne, who finished playing with her pussy under my gaze.  Though most of her naked body was blocked from my view by her car door, it was apparent from her motions that she was thrusting the fingers of one hand of in and out of her cunt while stroking her clit with the other.  Her eyes were wide open, and she stared straight ahead while she played, panting heavily as small beads of sweat appeared on her brow.  My cock was still at attention from watching Nikki’s obedience, and I felt compelled, as I watched Adrienne, to pull down my shorts and stroke it.  I just felt myself building toward orgasm when suddenly Adrienne stopped and began pulling on her skimpy outfit.

Unlike Nikki, Adrienne jumped enthusiastically from her vehicle, and stepping toward my car, pressed her luscious tits against the passenger window.  Immediately the white T-shirt was soaked through and her lovely tits were staring straight at me, emblazoned with the word “slut” right on top of them.  She rocked back and forth a few times, smashing her breasts against the glass for my viewing pleasure.  Had I not already pulled my shorts back up, I surely would have shot my load at the sight. 

All too quickly Adrienne disappeared from my sight through the hedgerow too, on her way to find Nikki.

I exited my car, popped up my umbrella and strode steadily through the center of the park, cutting through to meet up with Nikki on the far side.  I reached a small pavilion in plenty of time, and I watched as Nikki made her way toward me.  She was staring down at the ground and stepping hurriedly down the paved pathway, not bothering to look up even once as she strode right past where I was seated not more than 20 yards from her route.  Her embarrassment was obvious.  Her thin t-shirt was completely soaked through and her tits were clearly visible through it, prominently displaying her pierced nipples and barbells..  Her fast pace made her heavy breasts bounce nicely up and down, and even at a slight distance I could see the hardness of her thick nipples.  Was she chilled or was she excited by the humiliation?  

A few minutes later Adrienne approached from the opposite direction, strolling by at a much more leisurely pace, looking around and smiling at me as she approached my position.  I shrugged off her disobedience of my command to ignore me as soon as she drew near and briefly lifted her shirt, flashing me her pretty boobs before moving past.  What a delightfully naughty little slut, I thought to myself.

As I watched Adrienne’s cute ass wriggle down the path in her bright green little shorts, I imagined Nikki’s reaction when Adrienne had stopped her and kissed her passionately right out in the open, as I’d instructed her to do.  Did she resist and struggle or did she kiss her back with equal vigor? Was she humiliated or turned on to kiss a woman in public?  How did she respond to having her ass groped in public? I supposed I would find out soon enough.

I made my way back across the center of the park in time to be standing on the path as Nikki approached the completion of her first loop around the lake.  Still shuffling quickly along and looking down, she didn’t see me until she was about fifteen feet away.  She started to move to one side intending to pass me without noting my presence, but I shifted toward her at the last minute and grabbed her arm, jerking her to a stop.

“I don’t suppose you had this in mind when you were begging me to punish you, did you?” I asked. 

“No, Sir.”

“Are you enjoying the weather?”

“No, Sir.”

“Your tits are gorgeous. I love the way your naughty nipples are so obvious.  Do you like me showing them off to the whole world?”

She looked briefly down at her chest to see the translucent material clinging intimately to every delicious curve, revealing every intimate detail, and shook her head.  “No, Sir.”

“I don’t believe you.  I think you are very turned on right now.  I think when my little slut kissed and fondled you, it made your pussy as wet as your t-shirt.  Am I right?”

“No, Sir.”

“Show me.”

“What?”

“You heard me.  Show me.”

“What exactly do you want me to do, Sir?”

“I want you to put your hand in your shorts and feel your pussy and tell me if I’m right.”

Nikki’s eyes scanned for any onlookers and quickly slipped her hand inside the waistband of her hot pink running shorts. She gasped at her own touch.  I honestly think she was surprised to find her pussy swollen and sopping.   

“See?  You don’t want to admit how much this turns you on, but there it is.  You can feel it for yourself.”

“Yes, Sir,” she admitted reluctantly. 

“Have you approached anyone for the time yet?”

“Still trying to get up my nerve on that one.”

“It’s not optional, you know.”

“Yes, Sir. I understand.”

“Good girl.  Now on your way.”

Just as she turned to go, a couple came onto the path from the parking lot, about twenty feet from where we had been standing.  

“Go ask them for the time,” I whispered.  “Now.”

Nikki obediently walked toward the couple, probably in their mid-to-late fifties and crowded together under a large blue and yellow golf umbrella.  As they turned up the path toward Nikki, I watched the man’s eyes light up when he noticed her. A few seconds later, the woman, apparently his wife, scowled deeply at the same sight that had so obviously delighted her husband. I watched intently as the man’s eyes never left Nikki’s clearly exposed chest, and I strained to listen.  

Nikki tapped her watch and spoke.  “Excuse me,” she said politely, “Do you have the time.  My watch seems to have stopped.  Probably all this rain.”  

The man stood silently staring, mouth slightly agape, until his wife turned toward him, saw his obvious ogling, and elbowed him in the ribs.  

“Oh, um, yeah, “ he stammered as he tore his eyes away from Nikki to look at his watch.  “Ten fifty.”  

“Okay, thank you.  I guess my watch is right after all.”

The woman grabbed the man’s elbow and hurriedly tugged him down the path past Nikki, who turned around briefly to smile at me with a nod and a wink.  It appeared to me that she was starting to get into it. 

Adrienne passed me by this time, ignoring me as directed.   I was practically drooling at how hot she looked as she came near, rain-soaked though she was, and I really wanted to grab her and pull her into the bushes to fuck her pert tits until I covered them with my come.  It was all I could do to restrain myself and stick with my plan.  I went quickly to my car to retrieve a gym bag I would need for the next phase of the girls’ humiliation and then crossed back once again over the narrow length of the park to meet her on her way around.  I was certainly getting a good workout.  

The slow, steady drizzle continued pouring form the sky.  I reached the path just as Nikki was walking up.  I noticed that she was no longer looking down, but rather seemed to be looking around, perhaps seeking someone else of whom to ask the time.  She saw me some ways off and began to step in an even more lively fashion toward where I stood.  

“Stop, cunt,” I ordered sternly as she was about to pass.  

She obeyed my command and pulled up right next to me, snuggling up close under cover of my small umbrella.  Her long brown hair, normally silky and flowing freely in gentle waves, was a matted mess, but she still looked beautiful to me.  She smiled and looked at me with questioning eyes.

“Looking for someone to ask in order to complete your assignment?”

“Oh, I’ve complete what you’ve asked, Sir: Actually I’ve already exceeded it:  three men and two women.  I was just looking for more.”

“More?  Why? 

“I think there’s something broken inside me, Sir.”

“Broken? Explain.”

“Ever since you made me touch my cunt and I discovered how wet this was making me it’s like some kind of explosion went off inside me.  When you forced me to go up to that couple and ask the time, I tumbled into this bizarre headspace that I can’t seem to escape from.  The look of lust in that man’s eyes.  Wow.  Each time I approach someone now and ask them for the time I get more turned on.  I’ve stopped everyone whose path I’ve crossed since.  One man was walking his dog, and seemed very uncomfortable with my semi-naked state.  Another man was jogging, a younger guy.  I’m pretty sure he wanted to fuck me right there – I could see it on his face, and it turned me on.  He tried to flirt with me and asked me about the word on my shirt, but I didn’t let it go anywhere despite the throbbing between my legs.  I wasn’t sure what was permitted. Then there were two women were obviously just cutting through the park on their way back from shopping.  I don’t think they knew what to make of me, but one of them never took her eyes off my tits for a second.”

“I think maybe you are enjoying this punishment a little too much, cunt.” I snickered. The truth was this is exactly the reaction I had expected and hoped for. 

“Maybe.  Or maybe my inner slut is just coming out.”  She was intentionally reminding me of why I had chosen this punishment in the first place.  To get her in touch with what charges her up sexually.  I was pleased that she was seeing it so clearly.

“Shall we put that to the test?”

“Of course,” she agreed readily.  

“OK.  I’m going to wait over there in the pavilion.  I want you to wait here for the next lone man to approach.  When he does, you’ll ask him the time, and if he seems even remotely interested, you will offer to let him touch your breasts.  Let him do whatever he wants to them.  Understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”  Her voice was clear and confident, not wavering in the least.  She really was in a sub-space.

“After you’ve completed your assignment, come back to me and report.”

I moved to the pavilion, about 30 yards from where she was waiting – close enough to get a good look, but not so close as to interfere.  It wasn’t more than five minutes when a tall, longhaired man in his twenties came jogging up the trail.  Nikki stepped into the center of his path, and as soon as he saw her the guy stopped in his tracks.  

I could tell, even at that distance, that he was fairly attractive and had an athletic physique.  I watched as Nikki pointed at her watch, obviously asking him for the time.  He shrugged and pointed at his empty wrist – no watch.  He was just about to continue his run when Nikki gently took his arm.  His deportment and manner changed quickly, and he moved in closer to her.  Bingo!  Both his hands moved quickly to cup her mostly-visible, very damp breasts through her shirt, and I watched as he began massaging them while they continued to engage in conversation of some sort.  After less than 30 seconds, he looked around briefly and shoved his hands in underneath her tight, wet shirt and started squeezing her orbs and tweaking her nipples.  Nikki’s head rocked back, and I could tell she was giving him verbal encouragement.  

To my surprise, after a few seconds of this Nikki suddenly ran her hand across a prominent bulge that had appeared in his running shorts while he continued massaging her heaving tits.  After rubbing him through his shorts for a minute, she slipped her hand into his shorts and started stroking his meat.  Just then a woman jogger came bounding up the loop trail, and the two of them frantically extracted their hands from each other’s clothing.  Damn.  They talked few seconds longer and then Nikki turned and walked away from the guy, who was obviously not too thrilled about the premature termination of their encounter, but who nonetheless did nothing to pursue her further. 

Once the guy was out of sight, Nikki came jogging over to me, her bodacious boobs bouncing all the way, arriving breathless and excited.

 “Oh my god, Sir.  That was the hottest thing ever!  If that woman hadn’t come along I would have been on my knees with his cock in my mouth in about a minute.  It was so thick and warm, and I wanted to taste it!  I was beginning to lose all sense of reality when we were interrupted.  Whoa!”

“I definitely see your inner slut emerging.  Perhaps I don’t realize what I have unleashed.  Come, sit here.”

I was sitting up on the top of a picnic table with my feet on the bench seat, and I had her sit facing me between my legs.  It was clear Nikki wasn’t playacting for my benefit.  She was exuding a kind of sexual energy that I’d not seen in her before, not even the night I took her lingerie shopping.  I reached down and tweaked her nipples, rolling her little barbells between my fingers, evoking a low moan from the randy cunt.  Instinctively I leaned forward and gave her a hot, open-mouthed kiss.  It the first kiss we’d shared since Adrienne had given her to me as my sub, and it was incredible.  

It was at that moment that I realized the Nikki could become more than just a fucktoy sub for me to train.  I remember wondering to myself, where the hell is all of this going?  But my ruminations were quickly interrupted when I felt Nikki’s cold, wet fingers sliding up either leg of my shorts, slipping inside and gripping my hardening member with both hands.  As she stroked me skillfully, we continued kissing, and I unrelentingly fondled her luscious tits.  

I was beginning to lose control, and I knew if I’d asked Nikki to slide my shorts down and suck me off, she would have gladly done it.  She was deep in subspace, and would pretty much do anything I asked at that point.  As much as I wanted it, having her give me a public blowjob was not the extent of the humiliation I had in mind for her punishment.  

I steeled my will and broke off our kiss.

Nikki looked up at me, panting and pleading.  “I need to suck your cock, Sir.  Please.”

“You’ve done wells so far, little cunt, and I sense your inner slut blossoming magnificently today.  But this is not how your punishment ends.  There’s much more to this than a little public semi-nudity, lesbian kissing and even more than having you give me a blowjob right here.  Are you prepared to accept the remainder of the punishment I have planned for you, cunt?”

“Yes, Sir.  I am.” Her answer seemed as sincere as it did confident.  

“Well, then, this is how it will go.  Hurry through the park, and find another guy who will grope your tits, right out in the open, like before.  It can be the same guy or a different one, doesn’t matter to me. After you let him fondle you, you are to convince him of your desperate need to suck his cock.  Ask him to take you into the men’s bathroom, the one just through those trees over there, and beg him fuck your mouth.  I will be inside that restroom waiting and listening in one of the stalls.   Don’t disappoint me.”

“Yes, Sir.  I will do as you request,” Nikki replied, getting up from the table without delay.  I could tell the assignment had genuinely captivated her imagination. There was a hazy look of lust in her eyes.

“One more thing,” I added as she turned to go.  “Have him come on your tits.”

“Gladly, Sir.”

I watched her eagerly jog off to find and a man to seduce.  

The rain had finally stopped, though the damp air offered no assistance in drying Nikki out or in alleviating the transparency of her shirt.  So with my umbrella down, I set off to find Adrienne and get her in on the last part of my plan.  I met up with her within a few minutes and explained my intentions, as the two of us walked over toward the restrooms.   She seemed more than happy to help me with Nikki’s degradation.  




Who's The Boss? Ch. 10



While Adrienne waited a ways away, hidden from sight by a clump of bushes, yet able to see the approach to the bathrooms, I went into the men’s room, entered the far stall, and took a piss.  Then I sat down on the toilet seat to wait.  I was glad I didn’t have to wait long, because the place stunk like a grotesque mixture of piss and mildew.  Perfect, I thought.

The men’s room door slammed open with a bang and the two of them came scrambling in.

“Oh my god, you weren’t kidding me were you?” the guy said boisterously. 

“Not at all.  Now, come in here and let me see that big cock of yours.”

The pair squeezed into the stall next to me and closed and latched the door.  I wondered if the guy even noticed that someone else was there.  Nikki was kind of giggling, kind of grunting, and kind of gasping all at the same time.  Her excitement was obvious.  So was his.

They urgently arranged themselves in the stall, Nikki seated on the toilet with him standing in front of her.  Her hands appeared briefly below the divider as she tugged his shorts and briefs down around his ankles.  

“Damn, that’s one big gorgeous cock you have,” Nikki panted.  “Oh, step out of these,” she insisted.  “Spread your legs so I can play with your balls while I give you the blowjob of your life.”  There was a rabid urgency in her voice. 

”Oh fuck, girl, that’s incredible!” he cooed, as I imagined her taking the length of his shaft into her warm, wet mouth.  I could clearly hear the sounds of his thick member sloshing in and out against her cheeks and tongue in a steady rhythm.  The sounds would stop periodically, as I assumed she moved to lick his shaft and head or to suck his balls.  I was well aware of the cunt’s stellar oral talents, and she was clearly skillfully pacing his orgasm to suit her own slutty desires.

Nikki’s soft moans were regularly and distinctly silenced each time his cockhead lodged into the back of her throat. His own gasps and sighs added to the erotic cacophony of sexual sounds emanating from the stall beside me.  The pace and volume of the noises gradually intensified as Nikki skillfully coaxed her man toward his ultimate release.  As I listened I started rubbing my own cock through my shorts.  

Right on cue Adrienne rapped lightly on the door to my stall.  Nikki and her man froze in silence as the two of them tried to divine the source and meaning of the knocking.  

“It’s your little slut, Sir,” Adrienne said quietly.

I opened the door and immediately took Adrienne into my arms, kissing her violently and forcing her backward until her ass rested against the sink counter behind her.  

“It’s OK,” I heard Nikki say, “It’s just my boss.”  

I can only imagine the total confusion that came over the guy’s face as he attempted to sort out exactly what was happening, but as soon as the cunt went back to work on his cock, I’m sure all else lost meaning other than the hot babe consuming his dick.  The unmistakable sounds of ardent oral sex were soon coming through their stall door again. 

Meanwhile, I had my boss pinned against the counter, still kissing her fervently while her hand snaked into my shorts, stroking my ever thickening member.  We were both so hot that we gave little regard to the fact that someone could have walked into the men’s room at any time.  It was the third time in three days we’d gone at it without regard to getting caught in the act.

Within minutes my shorts were off, and I had worked my cock into Adrienne’s hot, dripping pussy forcing my way up through the loose leg opening in her running shorts.  I shoved her t-shirt up to expose her lovely tits and tweaked and tugged on both her nipples while I fucked her hard.  Between the way Adrienne was gasping and moaning loudly and the way Nikki’s guy was cooing, I was certain any passer-by within 100 yards would hear the goings on.  While I quickly pounded my way toward filling Adrienne’s pussy with my load, Nikki had her guy on the verge too. 

“Wait,” Nikki exclaimed suddenly remembering my instructions.  “I want you to come on my tits.  They’re what brought us together today. It’s only right.”  There was a brief pause in the action while she peeled her t-shirt off and tossed it over the top of the door, landing near my feet. 

Now topless, Nikki started diligently and relentlessly pushing the guy toward orgasm while I continued fucking Adrienne against the counter.   Their activity grew increasingly frantic until at last he howled loudly.  “Oh, Yes!  Here it comes!” 

There was a loud, liquid pop as Nikki extracted his member from her mouth.  “Yes, fuck yes, fuck yes,” I heard the man repeat, as Nikki pumped his load all over her chest.  The thought of this total stranger covering Nikki’s pretty tits in ropes of white jizz was enough to send me off.  A colossal orgasm overtook my body as I thrust up repeatedly into Adrienne, filling her to overflowing with my come until our combined juices covered my balls and ran down the insides of her sexy thighs.  

“Come here, cunt,” I called out as I coasted down to earth again, my cock still buried inside my boss.

“Yes, Sir.  I’ll be right there after I clean up.” she replied. 

“No.  Leave the come on those gorgeous tits, and get out here. NOW!”

Nikki and her man extracted themselves from their tiny stall, and I realized then that it was the same man whom I watched groping Nikki.  He stood there aghast, with his long but gradually softening dick poking out from under his t-shirt and a profound look of happy confusion on his face.  

Nikki approached where I still had Adrienne impaled on my cock against the counter.  “Clean my spunk out of my little slut,” I ordered as I withdrew myself with a great sloshing sound.  

The stranger and I watched from either side as Nikki sank to her knees in front of her boss’s and peeled her rain-soaked running shorts down her shapely legs and off her feet.  She folded them and placing them neatly on the counter next to Adrienne.  Old habits die hard, I thought.  She pushed her face between Adrienne’s spread thighs and pressed her tongue into her dripping crevice, eagerly slurping up my come and moaning each time she swallowed a mouthful.  Adrienne leaned back hard on the counter with her hands supporting her, her head back and eyes closed while she enjoyed her secretary’s tongue.  

Nikki continued licking away, alternately sucking back the oozing come and tonguing the writhing woman’s swollen clit.  Adrienne began thrusting her hips and eventually wrapped her thighs around Nikki’s head, pulling her face forcefully into her soggy cunt.  Nikki was just as talented at eating pussy as she was at sucking dick, maybe better.  She took advantage of the fact that Adrienne’s t-shirt was still pushed up over her tits and reached up with one hand to squeeze the heaving orbs as they rose and fell with Adrienne’s panting breath.

”Oh god, oh god, oh god.  Sir, would you please allow your little cunt to make me come?” Adrienne begged after just a few minutes of Nikki’s oral delights.  “Please!!”

As much as I had intended to leave them both well used and wanting that day, without the benefit of any release, the scene was too hot for me to resist.

“Only if you’ll agree to clean the come off the cunt’s tits afterward.” 

“Yes, anything.  May I now, Sir? Now?”  Her legs were trembling with the struggle to hold herself back from the point of no return until my permission was granted.

I looked over at Nikki’s friend, who was staring wide-eyed at the scene.  It was obvious that he was enjoying it immensely by the way he was stroking his cock back to life. 

“What do you say, friend.  Shall I grant this little slut permission to come?” I asked him.

“Shit, yeah,” he shot back.  “Why not. It’s fucking hot!”

“OK, come now for me little slut. Right now.”

The trembling in her legs intensified and spread rapidly to her entire body as she went off, with a loud, shrill cry that I thought would be heard on the other side of the park.  The violence of her orgasm caused her head to jerk back, crashing into the mirror behind her with a thud.  Still, nothing seemed to distract her from the pleasure that was sweeping over her.  At last she rode out the last of it to exhausted satisfaction and eased her tingling body down from the counter top.

“Clean up my cock, too, little cunt,” I ordered, while Adrienne stood dazed, leaning against the counter, trying to gather her senses.

Nikki turned toward me, obviously still deep in subspace and extremely aroused, and greedily took my come-coated member into her mouth.  She sucked and licked it so perfectly that I soon started growing hard again.  I would have let her suck me off, but we were already pushing it by being in the restroom for so long.  We were likely to be interrupted at any minute.

Reluctantly, for the second time that day, I denied Nikki the chance to blow me, and pulled her to her feet.

“Okay, little slut, you got your pleasure.  Now it’s time to clean up the cunt’s tits.”

Mindlessly Adrienne pulled her shirt back down, causing her “slut” label to be once again emblazoned over her chest, and grabbed a fistful of paper towels from the dispenser near the sink. 

“Oh no, you don’t. You’ll be using your tongue for the clean up, just like she did for you. And hurry up.  We’ve got to get out of here.”

“Yes, Sir, of course,” Adrienne answered submissively, tossing the unused towels into the wastebasket. Without hesitation Adrienne bent down and began licking the strangers white cream from Nikki’s body as he looked on.  By that point gooey come flowed in long steaks from her neck and breasts all the way down to the waistband of her bright green shorts.  It must have been a tremendous load, because her whole front was covered in spunk.  

Despite my encouragement to hurry, Adrienne was meticulous in cleaning up each glob and glistening streak, one by one, from Nikki’s neck, chest and stomach.  She paused several times to suck on Nikki’s tits, pulling her thick nipples into her mouth and tonguing over the barbells voraciously, purely for pleasure’s sake.  After the last of the come was licked clean, she returned to Nikki’s tits once again.  This time, as she sucked her nipple, she began rubbing Nikki’s bald cunt through her running shorts.  Nikki gasped and shuddered at the first touch.

“I hope you aren’t intending to disobey me by granting this little cunt an unauthorized orgasm,” I said sternly to Adrienne

Briefly letting go of the vacuum lip-lock on Nikki’s right nipple, Adrienne replied,  “Oh no, Sir. I wouldn’t do that.”  She looked at me with a wicked smirk, as she slipped two fingers into Nikki’s shorts and slipped them quickly inside her slick pussy. 

“Oh good, because this is supposed to be punishment for the little cunt, you know.  No orgasms for her today.”

With two fingers pumping in and out of Niki’s snatch and her thumb drumming away at her clit, Adrienne teased, “But you gave me an orgasm to go with my punishment, Sir, even if it was an anal orgasm.  Do you think it is fair to deny her?”

Nikki’s eyes were closed and she started rocking her hips against the finger-fucking pleasure being dealt to her by her boss.

“Fair doesn’t even enter the equation, woman.  You two are simply my fuck toys, to use as I wish. I give pleasure where will, and I deny it where I will.”

“Damn,” the stranger sighed, still stroking his cock.

I could tell Nikki was getting very close to coming.  Her face was flushed and her nipples swollen.  Continual gasping little moans escaped her lips. 

“Oh, please, Sir,” she implored at last.  “I need it, I need it so much.”

“Stop!” I commanded.  Leave the cunt hot and needy.  It’s part of her punishment.”  Adrienne obeyed and suddenly released her secretary from her clutches, causing Nikki to stumble backward into the wall.  She leaned hard against it with her head bowed, the look of deep disappointment and frustration clearly displayed on her face

I stooped down picked up Nikki’s shirt off the floor, shook it out, and held it up.  It was quite a mess, covered with bits of mud and debris from the bathroom floor in addition to being soaked through from the rain.

“cunt” I said, reading the pet name on her shirt out loud.

“Yes, Sir?” Nikki replied, staggering slowly toward me. 

“Throw this away,” I handed her the filthy shirt.

Obediently, Nikki took the shirt from me, walked over to the trashcan and dropped it in.  She turned around and walked back to me while the stranger continued ogling her beautiful bare chest.  I’m quite sure Nikki expected to be marched back to the car topless, yet she uttered not a word of protest against the idea.

So she was surprised when I dug into my duffle bag and took out a new, clean white t-shirt.  I unfolded it and held it up facing her.  Her eyes lit up immediately.

“Read me what it says,” I ordered.

“whore,” she said excitedly.  “It says whore.”  There was sudden delight in her voice where before there had been abject dismay.  She smiled broadly and threw her arms around me, realizing immediately the significance of the word.  She was clearly delighted with the new moniker

I hugged her back.  “Today is your metamorphosis.  You have been transformed from my cunt into my whore.  You’ve earned it by the way you’ve obediently embraced your punishment. I’m proud of you.”

“Thank you, Sir.  Oh, thank you!”  

Nikki gushed with joy as I handed her the new shirt and she pulled it on over her head.  She looked down and pensively fingered the letters on her chest.  

Suddenly, the bathroom door slammed open, and we all, in our various states of undress, found ourselves face to face with a county police officer, who entered brandishing a stern scowl and a nightstick.  

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The following Thursday morning, my first day back to work after our arrest, Adrienne called me into her office before I had even finished my first cup of coffee.  We’d barely spoken since the unfortunate incident in the park restroom, but I had dejectedly concluded that it was the end of the road for our happy little stint of inter-office debauchery.  

“Sit down, Jason,” she said unemotionally.  I took a seat in the leather chair in front of her desk.  She sat behind her desk, looking more relaxed than our current circumstances should have dictated.  She also looked sexy as hell.  God, I’d missed her more than I imagined I could have.

“You OK?” she asked.

“I’ve been better.  You?”

“I’m good.  Really good, in fact.”

She shoved a small stack of papers toward me, with the document facing me.  I noticed the words “Divorce Decree” across the top and stopped reading there.

“Oh my god, Adrienne.  I’m so sorry. I never…”

She interrupted me, “Don’t be sorry, Jason, um, Sir.  Everything is going to work out fine.  You’ll see.”

“But your marriage.  I can’t believe he quit you over this one little indiscretion.”

“Actually.  I quit him.  I’m the one who filed for divorce.”

“What?”

“Yeah, he was mad as hell about our romp in the park and my arrest, but he wanted to work things out.  He even called his lawyer friend in the DA’s office, called in a favor or two, and convinced them not to prosecute us.  He confirmed it just this morning. We’re all off the hook.”

“You’re kidding.  That’s fantastic!”  I felt a huge surge of relief.  “No wonder you’re so happy this morning.   But the divorce?  Why?”

“My husband asked if we could start seeing a marriage counselor.  He really wanted to make things work between us, and it’s the first time in a long time I’ve seen him take any interest in our relationship.  I even started thinking I wanted it to work out too, but I quickly decided it was time to stop pretending.  Our marriage was a total sham, has been for a long time.  I decided it was time to come clean, and I told him everything, and I mean every dirty little detail.  I even showed him the video you ordered me to make for you.”

“I bet that fucked him up petty good,” I chimed in, suddenly struck by the weight of what she was saying.

“It pretty much sealed the deal.  When I told him I wanted out, he didn’t put up any protest.  I think it pretty well messed with him that he had no idea who it was he was actually married to.  Poor bastard, he’s pretty much been in a daze.”

“So what now?” I asked, already trying to process the implications of what she was telling me.

“Well, there’s something else I want you to see.”  She pushed another piece of paper my way. I picked it up and started to read.  I read enough to comprehend that it was her letter of resignation. 

“Adrienne, you can’t do this,” I protested, tossing the letter back at her.

“Oh I can. And I must.”

“You can’t quit your whole life, just like that.”  

“No, Sir, you don’t understand.  I’m not quitting my life.  I’m taking it back.  Money isn’t an issue for me.  Between what I’ll get out of hubby in the divorce and the nest egg I’ve set aside, I don’t really need this job.  And I’ve realized that I don’t really even want it. So I’m out.”

“Then what now?” I asked, perplexed.

Adrienne stood and came around to my side of the desk.  Standing next to my chair, she lifted her skirt and held it there, obviously awaiting my inspection.  I immediately realized that she was showing me her continued obedience to my prior orders that she wear stockings and no panties to work.  With her skirt still hiked up around her waist, she sank to her knees and placed her hands palm up on her slightly spread thighs, in a gesture of obvious submission.  

“Sir, I know now what I want more than anything in life.  More than my husband, more than my job, more than a career or money.  It’s you, Sir.  I want to be yours; totally and completely yours.  I want to be your little slut, 24-7.  You can take me in whatever form suits you, but I am letting you know that I am free to be completely yours now.  No more funky, awkward boss-employee situations to navigate.  No more secrets.  No more code-speak.  I want the real deal.  I’m kneeling here, offering myself to you.”

She reached up and unbuttoned her blouse, shrugging it off her shoulders and onto the floor behind her.  She reached behind her and unhooked her bra, letting it fall in her lap.  There, written in bold black marker in a semi-circle around her right nipple was the word “Master’s” and on the left one the word “slut.”  The word “little” was written into the cleft of her cleavage in smaller letters.

”Please take me as your full-time slave, Sir.  Take me and make me fully Master’s little slut.”  

My head was spinning.  Was all this really happening?  Was I ready for this?

Just then the door to Adrienne’s office opened, startling me until I realized it was Nikki, her secretary.  She closed and locked the door behind her and began immediately removing her own shirt as she walked across the room toward us.   Her sheer black lace bra soon tumbled to the floor after her shirt.  By the time she sank to her knees next to Adrienne it was clear a simlar moniker marked her tits.  The only difference was the word printed on her left breast was her own pet name, “whore.” 

The two were obviously in this thing together.  

“I have resigned my position too, Sir.  I am returning to school and getting my degree in marketing.  Maybe I’ll even come back and work for you one day.  Who knows?”

“Work for me? I don’t’ get it.”

“You didn’t finish reading my resignation letter then, did you?” Adrienne said.  “I’m recommending you as my replacement.  Knowing the board as I do, I’m sure they will act on my recommendation.  You are going to be the new president of the firm.  Now you’re the boss.”

I was stunned.  Could it all be true?

“Please, Sir,” Nikki said, looking up at me with those beautiful big brown eyes. “Take me as your full-time slave. Take me and make me fully Master’s little whore.”