3 comments/ 27970 views/ 1 favorites A New Line of Work Ch. 01 By: Bayoububba My name is Paul and am, what I've always considered myself as, a normal guy with a normal life and a normal career. Well, that is, until about a year ago. Before I continue, let me explain what I mean. It was late spring; when I woke up one morning only to find out my wife was leaving me for my life-long friend from high school. Then, three days later, I found out that I had been laid off from work. Outsourcing, I believe they called it. I should have known. So, after getting past my own self-pity, I gave in to my deepest wish. I wanted to start my own business. I had decided to open my own handyman company. I had every tool I could ever need, as well as the knowledge to fix anything. I put an ad in the local paper and put out a few flyers. The first call I received, would turn my so-called "normal" life upside down. The lady on the phone sounded very pleasant and wanted to know if I did lawn care and I told her that I did. She then asked if I could be at her home at 7:00 a.m. the next morning and I agreed. At 6:45 a.m. I was pulling my pickup into the circle drive in front of an immense home with large white columns. I was expecting to see a sweet old wrinkled lady. Was I ever wrong! A red haired lady with the most amazing blue-green eyes greeted me; and my eyes dropped down a little to see a robe that was barely covering her exquisite breasts. But it was those amazing eyes. They seemed to see into my soul. As soon as I looked into them, I could feel my shaft begin to tingle and swell. I finally realized that I was standing in front of my first customer with a raging hard on, and I stuttered. "Good Morning. My name is Paul. You called about yard work? Let's have a look at that lawn, shall we?" The lady introduced herself as Sharon, and she further informed me that her ex-husband had been a very successful attorney and had left her very well off when he passed away. "Oh, I'm sorry to hear that." I said. "Don't be, Paul. He was a total bastard, and he treated me like shit!" She quipped. "Well, I had better get to work." I said. I then began to busy myself with the yard work that she needed done. As I worked, my mind was busy thinking about Sharon. I mowed, pruned trees, pulled weeds, and moved plants; but nothing eased my constant erection. This woman had done absolutely nothing and yet she seemed to have total control over me. I finished up, and then knocked on the back door to ask if there was anything else she needed done before I left. Sharon opened the door and invited me inside while she went to get her purse. As she swayed towards me, her robe fell to one side exposing one of her perfect breasts. My knees got weak and I tried not to stare, but she caught me looking at her. "Well now, Paul. Are you staring at my breasts?" She asked. "Well, umm, uhhh, yes, I guess I was, I'm sorry," I stuttered. She looked down to see my raging erection and spoke softly. "You don't look like you're sorry Paul." Her eyes were still glued to the bulge at the front of my work jeans. There was something intoxicating about this woman. Was it her eyes? Yes, those blue-green eyes that could stare to the very center of my being and tear me down with only a look! Or, maybe it was her deep red hair that fell down around her shoulders framing her breasts? I could not pull my eyes away from their silent inventory, no matter how hard I tried not to stare. Her skin was like that of the finest, most expensive oriental Porcelain dolls. It was fair and pure. Utterly flawless. It was at this moment that I came to my senses and realized that I was about to crash my new business on the first day. I quickly lowered my eyes, and apologized. "Ma'am, I apologize profusely for my behavior and I'll be going now." Sharon stopped me and asked me to sit down. "Paul, I have a proposition for you, and since you were staring at my tits, I don't think I would be out of line. "Before you say anything... let me continue. "How does a salary of one hundred thousand dollars a year sound to have you come and work for me?" I was dumbfounded. A salary of one hundred thousand dollars... a year? Christ! I sat back in my chair, swallowed hard and continued to just stare at her. "What would I be doing?" Sharon immediately giggled and spoke softly. "That's the catch, Paul. You will be my personal servant, to do with whatever I please, whenever I please." I thought about it for a moment, thinking to myself that I had never met such an assertive woman. My ex-wife had always been so meek and mild, and this 'catch' as she called it, strangely exited me, much to my own surprise. I looked up into those blue-green eyes and was lost. I gave her the only answer I could truthfully give. "Yes. I will accept your offer. Thank you." Sharon looked at me quizzically as she placed her warm hands on my forearm. "Are you sure, because if you are, and you have no reservations... As of now, this very minute, I own you?" "Yes Ma'am, I'm very sure." Well Sharon then told me to go home and arrange to be gone for a week at a time. "You will stay here for five days at a time and all of your expenses will be taken care of." The next morning I arrived at her house and Sharon met me at the door. When she opened the door in answer to my knock, she was wearing a black leather dominatrix outfit with fishnet stockings and six-inch stilettos. I felt as if I was walking into someone else's dream. It was almost surreal; it was like something out of a kinky Grade B porno movie. One thing was for certain however; no porno movie ever aroused me the way Sharon did. I followed her upstairs and down a hall to a large room that was arranged like a game room. As I looked around I realized that this was like no game room I had never seen... ever. In the center of the room there was a pool table, and in the corner was a large bed with red silk sheets. Then my eyes caught sight of a rack on the wall filled with toys and restraints that scared me a little! "Okay, off with those clothes and on your knees!" Sharon barked. I did as I was told and it felt so good to be able to free my now raging hard on, even though I was very embarrassed. She walked up behind me and placed a pair of hinged handcuffs on me and then placed a pair of restraints on my legs. Suddenly, there was total darkness as she placed a silk scarf around my eyes and tied it behind my head. "Alright now, don't move and I'll be back later!" she ordered. I could hear her footsteps echoing down the hall and then faded as she went downstairs. After what seemed like an hour, I heard the door open and then the sound of a chair being slid across the floor towards me. I could feel her warmth as she sat down in the chair facing me. The sweet pungent smell of her sex was only inches from my face. Then without a word, she shoved my face into her soaking wet cunt! I took the opportunity to lap at her gash like my life depended on it. Her cunt was completely free of hair and I tried to push as much of my tongue into her hole as I could while I stopped only long enough to nibble at her now throbbing clit. I lapped at her slit for so long, that my jaws got so tired they hurt. But, I didn't want to stop. I stopped counting her orgasms as her juices ran down my face and matted in the hair on my chest. Then, in the blink of an eye, she pushed me backwards, stood up and left. No words, no nothing... just left. I laid there in the dark waiting for her to return as I felt her juices drying on my face and chest. I was awakened as I felt the release of my restraints and blindfold. Sharon looked at me and smiled. "How was your little nap?" She went on to further tell me that I had been asleep about five hours. "I am going to need you to accompany me to dinner tonight, so get up and get into the shower and I'll bring some clothes in for you to wear." As I was getting my shower, I was thinking that a nice dinner would be a good balance of normalcy to our new "arrangement." Was I ever wrong! I stepped out of the shower only to see her watching me with a sinister grin on her face. Without speaking, she kneeled in front of me and took a device from her purse. The device looked like a small egg on a cord about two feet long, which was attached to a small remote control of some sort. She proceeded to tape the "egg" to the under side of my cock with medical tape. I looked around for some underwear, but Sharon told me that I wasn't allowed to wear any tonight. After I slipped my slacks on, she slipped the remote end of the device into my pocket, and hid the cord in my waistband. We then went down the winding staircase, out the door and into her waiting limo. Once we were seated at the restaurant, Sharon sat right next to me at the table in the corner of the room. When the waiter came over to take our drink order, Sharon reached into my pocket and turned the device on. The egg started vibrating lightly making it very hard for me to concentrate and not make an ass of myself in front of the waiter. Sharon declared that we were ready to order and reached down and turned the device up higher. I was doing everything in my power to keep from knocking the table over and making a mess of myself. Finally, the waiter left and Sharon looked at me. She was laughing so hard, her face was red. I was trying not to lose it, and making a mess down the front of my pants. Just in the nick of time, she reached down and turned it off. Our meal arrived and I was hoping she had gotten her fill of tormenting me for the evening. Not so. As we were eating, one of her friends came over to our table and sat down across from us. Sharon made the introductions, and then spoke softly. "Paul, I hope you don't mind, but I invited Heather to join us tonight." Heather wasn't very attractive and was very heavyset. I was thinking, if I could just picture her naked, I wouldn't have to worry about this thing taped to me! Sharon and Heather soon got up and went to the ladies room. They returned shortly, giggling to each other. When the girls started to sit down, Heather sat down next to me and Sharon sat across from me. Heather looked at Sharon and Sharon gave her a nod with a grin. Heather reached down into my pocket and turned the device on and against my thoughts of her naked, my cock grew rock hard. I tried to get used to the vibrations running through my shaft when Sharon nodded to her again. Heather then turned it all the way up and I stiffened up in my seat. I was just about to lose it when Sharon leaned over and whispered in my ear. "I want you to cum in your pants, now!" I did as I was told and could feel Heather's chubby hand rubbing the sticky wetness on the front of my pants and then she turned the "egg" off. I wanted to get up and leave, but the girls sat there and talked for another hour. Thankfully, we left shortly after that. The next morning, I woke up with my head swimming as the events from the day before replyed themselves. I hadn't had that much excitement in my entire life! I was just getting out of bed when Sharon came into my room. She wanted to know if I could do some carpentry work. I told her that I had done carpentry work as a living for three years. She went on to explain that she wanted me to divide her walk-in closet into two rooms, sort of a room in a room. I made a quick list of the materials I would need, got into my truck and left to go get the needed items and return as quickly as was possible. Sharon needed the room done right away. I went to work building the room while Sharon watched. She had requested that I install a light switch on the outside of the door along with a padlock. What was I building here? Some sort of cage? I shook my head as if to clear it as that thought crossed my mind. I didn't ask any questions, I just did as I was told. Standing in what had been her closet, I was admiring my work when Sharon walked over to me and told me to face the door. She then unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out and pointed it at the door. She took a marker out and drew a circle where my cock was pointing. I was then instructed to cut a hole out of the door and then line the hole with red velvet material on both sides. Next, I was told to put a large eyebolt just above the outside of the door and another on the floor inside the room. After cleaning up my mess, I went and took a shower, by her orders. As I was drying off she stepped into the room and told me not to get dressed, but to follow her to the game room. Sharon informed me that she was having some guests over and I was to be the entertainment. She then told me to set up the table and chairs that were stored in the closet. I had just finished with the task when Sharon came back into the room. A New Line of Work Ch. 02 Now Slave," Sharon barked, "This is what will be expected of you. When the light comes on in there, you are to push your cock through the hole until I say time's up!" 1. "Do you understand?" I simply nodded my head "yes." She then led me into the new room and fastened my hands to the eyebolt above my head, and my feet were fastened to the one on the floor. I was now facing the door with my cock bobbing at the hole in the door. All I was able to move was my hips. Sharon then slid a padlock through the latch and turned the light off as she left. Soon I heard voices coming up the stairs and footsteps heading into the room. There was some dim but noisy commotion as everyone got situated. Next, I heard Sharon speak. "Ladies, as I have explained to some of you, this evening's card game has somewhat of a twist. "The winner of each round of cards will win fifteen minutes in the fun room. When you enter the room, turn the light switch on to start the timer. Once you find out the secret of the fun room, you are not allowed to tell anyone else at the table. "You each have been given five thousand dollars worth of chips to play with; in order to enter another round, you have to have five hundred dollars to buy into it. Whoever has the largest amount of chips at the end of the night, gets a special payout." I could hear the cards being dealt and the women seemed particularly interested in the fun room. The question that was running through my mind was how many rounds will they play and what "special payout" was Sharon talking about? My thoughts were soon interrupted, as several women said, "I fold!" My cock began stirring with the uncertainty of what was to come. "Read em' and weep ladies," a gravely voice shouted. The voice sounded like an older woman; who had obviously been a long time smoker. I wish I could have been able to see who was about to have her way with me. Next, the outside closet door opened then closed. Suddenly the darkness was shattered as the light came on, and I realized it was show time! I did as I had been previously instructed and pushed my now raging cock through the hole. The woman let out a soft moan and without saying a word, took my entire length into her mouth, all the way to the hilt. I clenched my fists and groaned hard, trying not to make so much noise as to clue the other ladies in. This woman was truly enjoying herself. She was milking my cock with her mouth and hands faster and faster. This was the best blowjob I had ever received and I didn't want it to end. Sharon announced the one-minute warning, and I let go of my control. This woman took every last drop I had without removing her mouth. I heard the woman swallow and then she stood up, turned the light switch off and left without saying a word. As the woman returned to the table; the other women were joking about what must have happened in the "fun room." "Well Susan, that must have been fun, because all you can do is smile," one voice said. The next round lasted quite a bit longer than the first; maybe curiosity had raised the stakes a little, because the ladies seemed to be raising the pot a lot more this round. While the ladies were playing cards, I was thinking of Sharon's fantastic body and already my cock was rock hard. She seemed to have that effect on me. I had just about fallen asleep when the outside closet door opened again. The light came on and once again I pushed my now throbbing cock through the door. The woman on the other side gasped. "Sharon has outdone herself this time!" She remarked. In a moment, I heard clothing rustle then the woman backed up to my cock and began sliding her hot wet gash onto my waiting cock. I started out slow, then worked into a furious pace; pistoning in and out of her with each stroke being met with a low grunt. I knew time was almost up so I let go of a torrent of hot seed deep inside of this woman whose face I had never even seen! The woman slid back all the way against the door and let my cock go soft inside of her while her time ran out. Then, like the first, she redressed, turned out the light, and left without a word. As the cards were dealt again, I was really feeling exhausted, letting my wrist restraints support my weight while I rested. The next round lasted much longer than the previous ones did and I had actually dosed off waiting. All that it took to get my attention was the sound of the door opening and then closing again. My cock sprang back to life as soon as the light came on. The woman on the other side giggled. "This is going to be fun. Too bad I only have fifteen minutes." Then, without hesitation she grasped my shaft firmly and started pumping my cock until I started panting hard, knowing I was about to cum. Suddenly, she stopped and began rummaging around in her purse. Next she rolled a condom onto my shaft and began milking my shaft again. I was starting to get pretty close when she reached through the hole, reaching between my legs and tickling at my butt hole. I tried to resist, but of course I couldn't! She wiggled one finger up my butt to her second knuckle. I felt so embarrassed, but there wasn't anything I could do. She began pumping my shaft while wiggling her finger inside my ass. Suddenly, a rush came over me and a crushing orgasm hit me, filling up the condom. The next thing she did surprised me even more. She pulled the condom off and poured my cum onto my shaft and balls. With a soft giggle, she got up and left without even wiping it off. At this point I was humiliated and ready for this to be over. Much to my relief, I heard Sharon call out this would be the last game. What she said next though, shouldn't have surprised me; but it did. "Ladies, at the end of this round, the woman with the largest amount of chips, wins use of my servant for twenty four hours. "He will be yours, to do whatever you want to with him, and will submit completely to your commands." The woman with the raspy voice spoke up. "Is that him in that room?" Sharon told them that yes, it was me and a wave of sudden fear ran over me. I wondered what they would do with me. I anxiously waited for the game to end. When the game ended, I did not know what would happen in the next twenty-four hours, but I found myself horny as hell thinking about it. The ladies filed out of the room and the place was quiet once again. Shortly after, Sharon came back, and released me; ordered me to get a shower and then get some rest. A New Line of Work Ch. 03 Sharon woke me at daylight and told me to get ready because there was a car coming to pick me up. 1. I had just finished dressing and shaving, when there was a knock on the door downstairs. I went down to open it, and as I opened the door further, I saw there was a black limo waiting outside for me. I got in and the car sped away without a word from the driver. I sat in the limo for what seemed like an hour watching rolling countryside passing by the window. Finally, we came to a stop at the end of a mile long, tree-lined, driveway, ending at a huge mansion that looked like something out of a magazine. I wondered what it was like to live in a house that big. I walked up to the front door and was greeted by a extremely attractive girl in her early twenties. By the way she was dressed, I assumed that she was the maid. She was wearing one of those sexy French maid outfits. The girl had shoulder length blond hair; perfect grapefruit sized tits and hazel colored eyes that made me weak at the knees. 'I wonder if she knows why I am here?' I thought as I followed her up the stairs to the third floor and then down to the end of the hall after almost being hypnotized by the sway of her ass under that short skirt. She opened the door and pointed to a chair in front of a large oak desk; where I sat down as she closed the door behind me and left. Five minutes passed, and the door re-opened. A heavy framed, black haired woman, I guessed to be about forty years old, walked in and sat down at the desk across from me. The woman was not at all attractive, and to be honest, if I had seen her on the street, I probably wouldn't have even noticed her. The woman looked like a spinster schoolteacher or librarian, not like a dominatrix. For a moment, she just stared at me from behind those black-framed glasses and said nothing. Then she spoke. "I am Rosanne, but you will only refer to me as Mistress. Do you understand?" I replied, "Yes mistress." She smiled in approval then ordered me to stand up. "Now slave, take off your clothes and toss them to me." I did as I was told and watched as she locked my clothes in the desk drawer. I was then told to crawl on my hands and knees around the desk to her feet. My cock had gotten rock hard now and I didn't even find her the least attractive. I guess the control factor was what was arousing me so much. When I crawled up to her, I looked up her skirt and saw that she had no underwear on. "Why are you looking at my pussy, slave?" She asked. "Do you like looking at my pussy?" I was afraid not to say anything, so I spoke softly in reply. "Yes Mistress, I do." Her snatch was hairy and untrimmed. Next, I was ordered under her desk as she scooted her chair up so that my face was an inch or two from her cunt. "Slave, you have three minutes to give me an orgasm using only your mouth. Your hands must stay palm down, on the floor, at all times," she commanded. "And if you fail, you will be punished severely!" she barked. The time started when she clicked the stopwatch. I plunged my face into her cunt, which was soaking wet now. I nibbled at her clit feverishly to try to get her off so she wouldn't punish me. I pushed as much of my tongue into her dripping hole as I could and began fucking her with my face. I could feel her thighs tighten up as she rocked her hips hard against my face. I knew she was close so I began humming against her clit to push her over the edge. Then, she scooted her chair back and deliberately let the time run out. That bitch! As soon as the stopwatch was clicked, my face was shoved back into her soaking wet cunt. I pushed my tongue back into her cunt and began slowly fucking her hole when she clamped her thighs down on my head and exploded into a powerful orgasm. "Well, well, well, ... it looks like you failed Paul!" She laughed as she got up and pulled her skirt back down. "Now, get up and follow me." She ordered. I got up, still naked, and followed her down the hall. I walked past the maid, and when I did, the sight of her made my shaft begin to harden again. She looked down at it with a smile as she passed, but said nothing. I was led into an empty room with only two iron poles running from the floor to the ceiling, about four feet apart. The only other things in the room were two small, waist high tables. One table had been outfitted with wrist restraints on one side, and leg straps on the opposite side, at the bottom of the table legs. The other table held several sinister looking toys, whips, and restraints. This room made me very uneasy, but I was in no position to protest. I was told to stand "spread eagle" between the poles while Rosanne placed restraints on my hands and feet. I was then gagged with a ball gag and left in the empty room. I could hear Rosanne outside the room talking to the maid. "Shelly, get that room clean and ready for me while I go get a shower. And do not touch my slave, I pay you to work, not play!" Shelly walked into the room with a smile and began dusting without saying a word. For a while, she seemed oblivious to my presence while she swept and arranged the toys on the table. When she was finished cleaning, she looked at her watch and grinned. For the first time, I heard her speak. "I have a little time left before mistress comes back and I have always wanted to play with a slave of my own, but mistress will not let me. You wouldn't mind would you?" She laughed, knowing I couldn't respond. Shelly looked at my raging hard cock and spoke softly. "My, my, slave, I bet you would love to fuck me wouldn't you?" There was nothing I wanted more. She then turned around and lifted her skirt up to reveal a black lace thong and the most incredible ass I have ever seen. My cock was twitching with anticipation as she pulled down her panties and stepped out of them. Then she picked them up and put them on my head, making sure the crotch was over my nose. "You like the smell of my pussy, don't you slave?" She cooed. Next, she rubbed the crack of her ass up and down on my throbbing shaft, barely making contact. I thought I would lose it if this went on much longer. She walked over to the table and picked up a short riding crop and slapped it hard against my ass. I have never been so humiliated and turned on all at the same time. She kept smacking my ass with the crop and giggling each time my cock would jump with each lick. I guess she lost track of time, because all of a sudden, Rosanne stormed in and with an angry look on her face, stopped her in mid-stroke. "Shelly! What the fuck do you think you're doing? "I told you to clean in here and when I come in, I find you cock teasing my slave!" She barked. Rosanne paced back and forth thinking of a punishment for Shelly, when she finally spoke. "I can either fire you or punish you. If you chose punishment, you will agree to whatever I say and there is no changing your mind." Shelly, now a little shaken up, chose punishment. "First, you need to show Paul how sorry you are for teasing him," Rosanne ordered. Shelly started to speak when Rosanne stopped her. "Not say you're sorry, show him that you're sorry." Mistress told Shelly to undress and bend over the restraint table. She then released my restraints and led me over to where she stood. "I think Paul should be able to relieve himself now that you have gotten him all worked up, don't you?" "Yes Mistress," Shelly said breaking into a smile. Rosanne smiled in an evil way as she spoke. "Paul is going to fuck you in the ass to relieve himself so that you don't get pleasure from disobeying me!" Shelly's face changed from a smile to fear as she pleaded. "Mistress, I have never done that, I have heard that hurts!" Without responding to her, Mistress picked up a ball gag and placed it in Shelly's mouth to shut her up. "Paul," Mistress instructed, "If you take it easy on her, or stop because it's hurting her, I will take this strap-on and fuck you!" I looked down in horror to see a large black strap-on that had been hidden by her silk robe. She then handed me a tube of lubricant and I rubbed my cock; then turned my attention to Shelly. I spread her cheeks to reveal her puckered little hole. I rubbed the lubricant all around her asshole then worked a finger into her tight hole. Soon I was working two fingers inside her trying to relax her for my shaft. All of a sudden, Rosanne slapped me on the ass and told me to get on with it because I was wasting time. I placed the swollen head of my member against Shelly's hole and pressed forward, but was met with tight resistance. I was trying to let her relax, and to accept my size when Rosanne brought the crop down hard on my ass making me plunge forward into Shelly's ass. Shelly let out a low guttural groan as I slid into her. I only stroked in and out of her with a little of my length so that she could get used to it. But when I saw Rosanne pick up the tube of lubricant and start rubbing her big rubber toy, I knew she was serious. That was all the motivation I needed! I slowly sank all of my length into Shelly until my balls were finally resting against her ass. She let out a loud whimper against her gag as I began plunging in and out of her, faster and faster trying to hurry and get through so it would be over for her. I was about to blow my load, when Rosanne pulled me backwards and stopped me. Shelly let out a muffled groan of frustration as she realized that Mistress was intentionally prolonging her pain. After a couple of minutes, Mistress nodded for me to re-enter Shelly's ass. As I slid back to full depth inside her hole, she groaned in protest. Soon I got a rhythm going, and Rosanne brought the crop down hard across my back. Every other stroke or so, Mistress would bring the crop down hard against my ass and back causing me to plunge harder and harder into Shelly. With each stroke, Shelly would let out a little whimper against her gag; and her face was now red as tears flowed down her cheek. I felt the wave come over me and I knew I couldn't hold back. Rosanne quickly held a shot glass at the end of my shaft and told me to fill it with my hot load. Mistress then removed Shelly's gag and poured the seed into her mouth, and then made her lick the remainder out of the glass. Mistress then instructed me to go get a shower and return for further instruction. This was going to be a long day. After my shower, I returned to the room as I was instructed, to find Mistress and Shelly giggling and talking like old friends. It was as if nothing had ever happened. Mistress then led us downstairs to eat lunch. The only thing out of the ordinary was I only had a towel on. After lunch I was led back upstairs to a very large bedroom with a king size four-poster bed. On the bed was a roll of cotton rope and a black silk scarf, which strangely enough, looked quite erotic against the satin crimson sheets. The black scarf was placed over my eyes and tied behind my head. Next, Mistress removed my towel and tied my hands and feet to the four posts on the bed. Mistress spoke from the side of the bed. "Now slave, I will get to enjoy my winnings. I hope, for your sake, you don't disappoint me!" The harshness in her voice, and the feel of the satin sheets against my naked body, had me aroused in such a way as I had not known until about a week ago. A New Line of Work Ch. 04 I found myself in a position that would have greatly concerned me a couple of weeks ago. Here I was, tied to a bed, blindfolded and naked with a woman that was not at all attractive. Strangely enough though, I was unbelievably turned on by the thought of being helpless and having to submit to her every command. It had my groin tingling with desire. My shaft was now throbbing; begging for release. My train of thought was suddenly interrupted by the sound of Mistress calling to me. "Paul, what do you think I should do with you?" She spoke in her low raspy voice. "Whatever pleases you, Mistress," I replied. "Well, I think it would please me to fuck you Paul!" she responded. Mistress then left the room for a while, I guess to let my desire begin to fade a little. When she returned, she slipped something, a ring, over my cock. Then it dawned on me, that by wearing this, she didn't want me to cum. The bed sank down a little on my right side as she climbed onto the bed beside me. Mistress leaned over and licked both of my nipples lightly, making them harden a little. Then, she reached over and bit my right nipple just hard enough to send waves of pleasure through my entire body. It was like this woman was inside my head, she knew how to push my buttons better than any woman ever had. I could feel my shaft hardening against the ring, knowing that it couldn't be removed until I had lost my erection. A wave of panic came over me, because I knew that her plan was coming together. "Well, Paul, it looks as if you're ready," she cooed. Mistress climbed over me and straddled my head, with one knee on each side of my head. She lowered herself onto my face, rubbing her wet sex all over my face. "Slave, if you eat my pussy good enough, I may let you cum before you leave." She laughed lightly, and I began licking lightly at her outer folds, trying to pace myself and prolong her experience for as long as I could. I traced the outline of her growing clit, and then ran my tongue slowly up the middle of her cunt, parting the lips of her sex. Showing great control to slowly work her into a growing frenzy, I wiggled the tip of my tongue into her now quivering hole. I could hear her gasp out loud and then she squeezed her thighs hard against my ears. I knew that she was getting pretty worked up, so I lightly nibbled at her clit with my teeth. She let out a little squeal and ground herself hard against my face, smearing her juices all over it. I had her whole body twitching with muscle spasms and it was time to finish her off. That was when she leaned over and took my shaft into her mouth. I clamped down on her throbbing button and moaned loudly into her soaking wet gash sending vibrations through her clit. With that, she bobbed up and down on my shaft, covering it with her saliva. I could feel her lips pressing hard against my balls at the bottom of each stroke. I then began pushing my tongue into her waiting sex; fucking her with my mouth. She was riding my face hard now and moaning with low guttural grunts on each stroke; pressing my head down into the mattress. With the next stroke, I slid my tongue deep into her sopping sex, and Mistress sank down hard on my face as an orgasm crashed through her body. I needed to cum, so bad, but I couldn't. As soon as she recovered from her orgasm, she got up and stuffed her damp panties into my mouth, and left the room without freeing me. Pretty soon, she came back and climbed back on the bed, only this time, she didn't say a word. Without warning, she reached out and pulled hard on both of my nipples, sending sensations rippling all over my body. This was the first time that I could feel myself wanting that pain to continue. She would release them and then lower her mouth to my chest and gently run her tongue over my now sore nipples. As soon as the pain would subside to pure pleasure, she would either bite them or pull hard on them again. Without even touching my cock, she had me ready to cum, but that damn ring wouldn't let me! I wanted to cum so badly, but at the same time, I didn't want it to stop. Then, as quickly as it had started, she stopped. After a couple of minutes, she scooted up on the bed and lowered herself onto my raging hard shaft. Moving slowly at first, she rocked back and forth plunging my cock deep into her cunt. As her tempo sped up, the headboard of the bed started slapping hard against the wall. She was being very loud now, making almost primal sounds that I never would have thought to hear coming from any woman. She ground herself hard against me and pulled hard on my nipples driving me into an extreme state of frustration because I felt like I was going to explode, but that damn ring was keeping me from any release. With a loud squeal, she collapsed on top of me; pressing her rock hard nipples against my chest. It wasn't long before she got up and left the room again. This time, she was gone for a long time and I fell asleep. I was startled back into consciousness by someone removing the ring from my now limp dick. Next there was a warm wetness on my cock and I realized that I was getting a blowjob. As reality sank in, I could tell that this wasn't Mistress this time, the weight on the bed was less and her hands were smaller. After a couple of minutes, this new woman lowered herself onto my cock. This woman was totally different than Mistress. Her cunt was so tight that it almost hurt because my cock was so sore. Suddenly hearing Mistress's voice beside the bed startled me. "Okay, now reach up and pinch his nipples," Mistress instructed. The woman did as Mistress had told and twisted hard on my now very sore nipples. After everything that had happened in the last couple of hours, I almost instantly felt myself about to cum. The woman was then instructed to take my seed in her mouth. When I felt her mouth lower onto my waiting shaft, I launched stream after stream of hot cum into the mouth of this mystery woman. "Now, you are to hold that cum in your mouth until I tell you to swallow it," Mistress commanded the woman. Mistress then walked over and pulled off my blindfold to reveal that it was Shelly with her mouth full of my seed! To my own surprise, the sight of Shelly standing there naked, my cock began to stiffen again. "Shelly, would you like to cum?" Mistress asked. Shelly nodded her head yes, being careful not to swallow any of my seed. Mistress then motioned her over to the bed. I was told to fuck her and make her cum before I did. Shelly then laid down and spread her legs to reveal a trimmed pussy with only a tiny strip of blond hair. I guided my shaft into her trying hard not to loose it immediately. As I slid into her, I could tell that she was having a hard time breathing through her nose. I plunged in and out of her with increasing speed, pounding hard into her slippery gash. I heard her moaning loudly into her closed, cum-filled mouth. She groaned hard and her whole body tightened up as she came hard, digging her fingernails into my shoulders. I then started to stroke harder and harder getting ready to cum, when Mistress ordered me to deposit this load into her mouth also. I straddled Shelly's face as she reached up and pointed my cock at her face. I felt my thighs tighten as she opened her mouth, letting a mix of saliva and cum run out of the corner of it. I couldn't take any more. I shot another load of hot cum into her waiting mouth. Shelly was then instructed to swallow the seed. With one giant gulp, she swallowed and opened her mouth to show it was empty and smiled at me. Mistress told me to lie down and get some rest, because we had dinner guests to entertain tonight. Where had I heard that before? These high society socialites loved their little dinner parties, but no one would believe the way they acted in private. I had gathered, by eavesdropping in on conversations, that some of these women were in very high places. When I was in the "fun room," there was the mayor's wife and various other politicians in the room, some from this town, some from other states, but they all had two things in common. They had power, and they had money and influence. These women all had a verbal pact to never let anything that happened in these parties leave the walls of the house. This is why I was blindfolded, to keep their identity from me. These thoughts ran through my mind as I fell into a deep sleep. I must have slept for several hours, because when I woke up, it was dark outside. Mistress strolled into the room wearing a very flattering evening gown. For the first time, she really did look physically attractive. The dress was floor length red satin, which complimented her heavy frame very nicely. This dress did showcase her extremely large breasts, with a very low cut front. In her hand was a very expensive suit that, she informed me, had been sent by Sharon. It had been tailor made for me. She must have measured me while I was "incapacitated." I quickly showered and got dressed for the party. When I reached the dining room, Rosanne and Sharon were sitting at the table waiting for me. I sat down and was given a briefing of sorts. I was told that I would not be blindfolded tonight, nor would any restraints be used. But, I would be required to take a vow of secrecy. I assured them that I would keep anything that happened to myself, as I didn't really want anyone to know what I was doing either. Next, Sharon asked me to go out to the car with her to bring in some things for the party. When we got to the limo, Sharon told me to get in; as she quickly followed and shut the door. I sat down opposite her and asked why we were out here. "Paul, do you think I'm sexy?" she asked. "Of course I do! Don't you know that already?" I asked. She smiled back at me and moved over next to me. She took my hand and pushed it up her thighs to rest on her clean-shaven sex. "Paul, do you want to fuck me?" She cooed. I answered her by rubbing my thumb over her swollen clit, and kissing her mouth, deeply, while running the fingers of my other hand through her hair. Our tongues intertwined viciously as I pushed two fingers deep into her hot cunt. She groaned hard into my ear as she nibbled on my earlobe. She then reached down and unzipped my pants, freeing my aching erection. I leaned up and slid my pants and boxers down to my ankles while she hiked up her evening gown. "Fuck me, damn it! We don't have much time!" She demanded. I was only too happy to oblige her! The last time I had sex in a car, I was in high school, and this was the first time in a limo. Knowing that we had to get back inside, I didn't waste any time. I slid into her tight wet gash, all the way up to my balls, in one stroke. I pumped in and out of her hard and fast. This wasn't lovemaking this was fucking. As I slid in and out of her, she was digging her fingernails into my back and biting my shoulder. I leaned back, put her ankles on my shoulders, and then leaned forward again, never letting my cock slip out of her cunt. Then, I drove back into her with great force, making a loud clap with each stroke as our sweaty bodies collided. All of a sudden, her entire body tightened up as she cried out in an explosive orgasm. As she came, she dug her nails into my ass, pulling me hard into her. I couldn't hold back. I emptied my load of cum deep inside of her and we collapsed into a pile on the floor of the limo. After a few minutes, she got up, straightened her dress and began re-applying her make up. I straightened my clothes and wiped the lipstick off my face. We stepped out of the limo and walked back inside like nothing happened. As we walked through the door, she patted me on the butt and whispered low. "Enjoy the party!" A New Line of Work Ch. 05 I would like to take this opportunity to thank my editor, Victoria_2001_02769 for her unfailing support... and loving revisions, and without whose help, Chapters 2 and 4 wouldn't have been the HOT chapters they are! Thank you so very much. Sharon and I sat down at the large oval table and waited as Rosanne busied herself welcoming the guests. Slowly the table filled up as the women arrived. Most of the women were whispering to each other and looking at me. I assume most of them wondered why a man was at their party. I began to feel uneasy because there were about twelve women and I was the only man. I didn't think I could perform twelve times in one evening. I just smiled at them when they would smile at me. Yet, no one spoke to me, not even Sharon. After everyone arrived and got seated, our wine glasses were filled by another maid I had never seen before. This woman was somewhat plain and acted very shy. The maid walked around filling wine glasses and seemed afraid to make eye contact with anyone. We all sipped wine for about fifteen minutes before our meal was served. The ladies chatted back and forth through the entire meal; still, no one spoke to me. After our plates were taken away, Sharon stood up and walked to the front of the table and spoke. "Hello ladies, and welcome to tonight's little get together," she said. "I would like everyone to welcome Paul to our event." All the ladies looked towards me and smiled, as Sharon continued. "Paul has been informed of our code of secrecy, so you all can relax. Paul is my personal slave; he will obey my every command. But, ladies, make no mistake... he is to be considered my personal possession." Sharon explained. A very petite woman dressed in business attire, spoke up from near the opposite end of the table. "What kind of commands does he obey?" Sharon simply smiled at me. "Paul? Get on your hands and knees and crawl over to me." I played along and crawled over to her. A large woman at the other end of the table spoke up next. "Was he in the fun room at your party?" Sharon just smiled and replied in her soft voice. "Yes he was, so some of you already know his possible uses." The large woman kind of squirmed in her chair after hearing Sharon's response. Several women were whispering to each other around the table. Sharon cleared her throat and continued. "I guess some of you are wondering why I am telling you this, so let me explain." Sharon took a small gold lock out of her purse and placed it on the table, with one key beside it. "As you all know, I travel a lot, so I will need someone to take care of my pet while I am away. "When I leave, I will place this lock on a necklace around his neck and whoever has the key to unlock it has total control and use of him; until I return." As I listened, I learned that I could be traded between the women, but only by the transfer of the key. I also learned that I would never know when, or where I would be, when whoever approached me with the key. At any time, whether I was in the grocery store, or out at a movie, the holder of the key could walk up, unlock the lock, thus transferring control immediately. Sharon went on to continue speaking. "Tonight, I will draw a name out of the box beside the door, where you all placed your name as you entered. I will hand you the key as you leave, as I will be leaving tonight." She then turned to face me. "Paul, when you are needed, you will be sent a text message with a time and place to be. You will be given no other information." After hearing Sharon's instructions, I found myself wondering just what I had gone and gotten into! This meant that I was to be at the disposal of any of these women... at any given time. I was then instructed to go home and I would be contacted when I was needed. I was driven home by limo, and dropped off at the door without so much as a word from the driver. Wearily, I went in and headed for the kitchen. I opened the fridge and opened a bottle of water, then turned and headed for the living room to stretch out. I sat down on the couch and soon dozed off as my mind buzzed, full of questions that I hoped would all be answered fairly soon. I woke the next day at almost lunchtime and went up to shower and change. After getting that done, I went to the supermarket to get some groceries. While standing in line, my cell phone rang with a text message telling me to go to the library and sit down at the computers. 'Here we go,' I thought to myself. I hadn't been at the library very long before the librarian walked over and spoke in a low voice to me. "Are you Paul?" She asked. I nodded yes and smiled at the rather large breasted lady. She must have noticed that I was staring at her chest, because she crossed her arms and gave me a "go to hell" look. The now pissed off woman tossed an envelope down on the keyboard and mumbled sarcastically. "This was left for you," then she turned and walked away. I was trying not to laugh out loud at my mistake; that poor woman probably thought that I was some pervert or something. I opened the envelope and there was a hand drawn map with three o'clock pm and no other instructions. Now I was intrigued not only at the simplicity, but at the lack of details. I drove for about an hour, following the map, to an old abandoned barn out in the country. There weren't any houses for five or six miles around, and the only sign of life, other than myself, was an expensive little sports car parked beside the barn. I got out of the car and walked toward the inside of the barn and at the far end; there was a small table set up with the key to my lock, along with a note, blindfold and a pair of hinged handcuffs. The note read: "Paul: First, you are to disrobe. Second, you will then place the blindfold on. Third, you will then handcuff your hands behind your back." Now I was feeling a little bit reluctant, because I didn't want some landowner to show up and have me arrested like this. I looked around, mainly to assure myself I was alone, then pulled my boots and jeans off, tossing them aside. Next, I removed my boxers and shirt, still looking around and listening for anyone. After a deep steadying breath, I tied the black fabric around my head blocking out my vision and leaving me in total darkness. I then felt around on the table and felt the cold steel of the handcuffs. A chill ran up my spine as I clicked them around my right wrist; then I reached around behind my back and tried to close the other side, but couldn't. I took little steps across the barn until I found a support beam to use to push against. Using the beam, I pressed the other side of the cuffs closed on my wrist and for a moment, I felt panicked because I was totally helpless; there was absolutely nothing I could do to free myself. My panic was eased a little as I soon heard a female voice. "Very good, slave." There was something strangely familiar about this voice, and her perfume. Yes, I knew this woman, but I couldn't place who she was. "Stand up straight, so I can have a look at you," she ordered. She then traced the outline of my naked ass with her fingernail and slapped her hand against my bare skin. My cock, which stood straight out from my body; was now throbbing with excitement. I tried hard to decide who she was, but my thoughts were interrupted by another slap against my ass. "So, Paul, do you know who I am yet?" she asked. Then, it suddenly dawned on me! This was my former boss's wife! Holy shit! How did she find me? 'How did she find out about my situation?' The thought ran round and round inside my head. "By your silence, I take it you do," she laughed. "I tried to get you to notice me before, but you insisted on being loyal to my asshole husband," she snapped. Oh I had noticed her all right; how could I not? She had the most amazing breasts and ass. But... I knew if I had approached her though, I would have been fired. "Paul, if you would have approached me before, we could have done this your way, but now, we are going to do it my way." There was a moment of silence and then a flurry of some movement around me before she spoke again. "On your knees slave!" I immediately kneeled down and realized a blanket had been placed on the barn floor. Next, she shoved me backwards onto my back so I was lying on top of my handcuffed wrists. She didn't waste any time, she grabbed my shaft firmly and began stroking it hard. It was strange, she was being very rough, but at the same time, it felt wonderful. After a couple of minutes, she stopped and spoke again. "I'm not much on foreplay." With that, she hiked her skirt up and straddled my hips. Her soft hand guided the head of my cock against her wet slit, then, very slowly; she began to lower herself onto me. Her cunt was completely free of hair and I pushed as much of my cock into her hole as I could. I counted her orgasms as her juices soon ran down my shaft and into the thatch of hair at the base of the beast that raged inside her. Suddenly she shifted again, and impaled herself further onto my cock. I moaned out loud as she then took my entire length inside her. She ground hard against me, coating my pubic hair with her juices. First she rode me slowly almost letting my shaft slip out, then sliding down; she'd take my entire length in again. Soon, she began to pick up the tempo, slamming hard against my hips and pressing my handcuffed wrists into my back. She rocked back and forth so hard that I thought that it would cut my wrists. I knew that if she didn't slow down, I wouldn't last very long. She must have sensed that I was close, because she rode me even harder, until I quickly erupted inside of her. I lay there trying to catch my breath, when she moved up my chest and lowered her soaking wet sex onto my mouth. I closed my mouth, because I had just emptied my load inside of her. She rubbed our combined juices all over my face letting it run down onto my chest and neck. "Clean my cunt now, slave. I'm not finished yet!" She shouted. Reluctantly, I opened my mouth as she ground hard against my lips letting her juices run into my mouth. I decided that if I could make her cum, maybe she would stop. I tried desperately to make her climax, but she was moving around so much, I couldn't get a tempo going. Finally, I drove my tongue deep into her salty, sweaty hole. I drove my tongue in and out of her, fucking her with my face. After a few minutes, she grabbed the sides of my head and came hard against my face, smothering me with her sex. By now, my cock had started to stiffen again. My hands and back were killing me, but I still wanted more. I lay there for a few minutes and could hear her moving things around in the barn. She told me to get up and I did as I was instructed. She reached down and gripped my cock firmly and pulled hard. "Follow me," she said as she led me by my cock to her car, telling me to climb into the back seat. The leather was cool against my naked skin and it sent chills all over me as I lay down. Next, she threw a blanket over me, climbed into the front seat and drove away. After about thirty minutes of driving, I felt the car pull over. The blanket was taken off, and then my blindfold was removed. She helped me up and out of the car and led me out into a cotton field. I just knew that at any time a car would drive by and see me, but suddenly, she spread the blanket out and told me to lie down again. I got down on my knees and she released my handcuffs. "I don't want you distracted by restraints this time. I want you to fuck me like you wanted to before," she said as her eyes locked with mine. I pushed her backwards onto the blanket and pressed my mouth hard against hers. Our tongues intertwined as my hands ran up her belly, unbuttoning her blouse along the way. I didn't waste any time removing her bra, I just grasped it on either side of the snaps and jerked it apart, bending the hooks. I didn't even bother with removing her skirt I just lifted it up and ran my fingers over her hairless pussy. I was happy to see she wasn't wearing any panties. My first impulse was to go down on her again, but this was pure primal sex. No foreplay, just raw sex. I pushed her legs back until her thighs almost touched against her shoulders. Then, grasping my shaft with one hand and her right ankle with the other... I slowly pushed the head of my cock past her moist folds and entered her. I pushed deeper and deeper, with slow methodical stokes, until I was fully inside of her. Once I was fully inside of her, I reached for her other ankle, and pushed her legs as far apart as was possible. With each stroke our bodies slapped against each other making a loud "slap." Soon I was driving in and out of her with long steady strokes, with every stroke getting harder. She reached up and pinched my nipples hard while twisting them painfully. It hurt like hell, but felt wonderful at the same time. "Fuck me!" She screamed. Suddenly she was moaning loudly and raking her fingernails down my chest, leaving bright red streaks behind. I was so turned on, that I pulled completely out, flipped her over onto her belly, and then re-entered her fully in one hard stroke. She cried out as I slammed in and out of her and began to slap her ass with firm quick strokes. My god she had a great ass! Her entire body trembled as she clenched the blanket with both hands; her eyes closed tightly and her face in a grimaced expression. As I felt the hot wave of pleasure overtaking me, her body shook violently and she cried out. "Oh Goddd!!" That was all it took to send me over the edge! I was about to cum when she pulled off and turned around, quickly taking my shaft into her mouth as I erupted. Grabbing her hair, I began shooting streams of hot cum down her waiting throat. With a smile, she looked up and winked at me showing me her now empty mouth. I shook my head... I couldn't believe how hot she was. I began to wish I had approached her long before now! I leaned back to catch my breath and caught a glimpse of someone walking towards us. I could tell be her reaction that this wasn't planned. I covered up just in time to see a highway patrolman walking up looking at me and smiling. "I guess you know that you are under arrest don't you? Now put your clothes on!" I should have been embarrassed, but I couldn't get my mind off of her. So, here I sit waiting to be bailed out of jail for public indecency. The end, or is it?