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Seven Days of Service - Day 01

By: Hatsuda



This story is a re-post from several years ago.

This chapter spends most of its time developing the characters involved, and the story line in general. Although there is a sexual element involved, it is not terribly graphic right now, a condition that will be developed much more thoroughly in following chapters.

This is the first of eight chapters, and the reader is cautioned that there is a D/s theme throughout, and very graphic language.

Whether you hate this missive for some reason, or enjoy it, any feedback would be welcome.

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Sales were down drastically for the division this year, and there seemed to be little that could be done about it. My department had been scratching over depleted accounts for nearly six months, and this did not bode well now that the owner's son—Wade--was now the division head. Citing his wonderful academic career—just graduated from college—he was chock full of new ideas to spur us on to sales nirvana.

Most of his ideas were simply irritants to the managers working for him, as many of us had tried variations of them in the past with little to no result. His latest was particularly irritating, simply because it forced interdepartmental rivalry, where previously we'd had our greatest success working together as a team. One of the managers however, had voiced overwhelming approval of the idea, simply because she had experienced a recent run of fairly good luck in landing a couple of modest accounts.

My name is Scott Bentley, a divorced 36 year old sales manager, the late "fair haired boy" of the division. It seemed that my reign as top salesman in the company had taken a bit of a dip lately, as had all of our staff's efforts. The only department that had managed to maintain a relatively even keel during this economic downturn belonged to Cathy Stretch, a young tigress from the "new school" of marketing. She was probably around 30 years old, 5'6" tall, and obviously spent some time keeping her figure in shape. Dark brown shoulder-length hair and piercing dark-brown eyes rounded out her physical aspects. She had an almost feral aspect about her that intimidated her workmates, and a supremely cocky attitude towards her peers.

There were rumors about how she managed to find these 'client scraps' over the past few months, but I doubted those suspicions, simply because of her observed behavior in and out of the office. She had managed to rebuff any and all advances towards her both in the office and in the field. For all intents and purposes, she appeared to be untouchable. We had no idea, after three years on the job, whether she had a boyfriend, acquaintance, girlfriend, or any type of real social life. Hell, she could be taking care of a sick little old grandmother as far as we knew. Other than being a fan of her luscious rack, and wonderfully symmetrical ass, I could really care less.

Mostly though, she just pissed all of us off. Any small victory from her department was followed by scathing sarcasm from her directed at the rest of us, questioning our intelligence, our skills, and even our manhood. Yeah, that's right... She was the only female manager in the division, and a supreme pain in the ass. After several months of taking the "Cathy whippings," the latest challenge by the new director seemed to be the last straw. It appeared to be biased in her favor, since her department was the only one in the past six months to maintain an income level that hadn't dipped beneath the quota set up for each department for the year.

Which brings me to the latest brain-child of our beloved new director: urging the four departments to surpass each other's meager sales records for the past six months. He proposed a new competition between the management staffs to exceed or match quotas for the following month. This time, he proposed, the two top sellers and the two bottom sellers would compete for one month, the winning manager of each pair getting the services of the losing manager for a week. Sounded simple enough in principle, but I was tired of all this bullshit gaming, and wanted to concentrate on nurturing the client relationships that had sustained us through the toughest times in this recession.

As the details of this latest challenge became clear, I became more and more determined to resist the direction all this dog-eat-dog competition was taking, but my challenger wouldn't let it rest. Cathy's department was number one, mine was number two, and we'd been paired as opponents for this little competition. Referring to me as "Mr. Has-been," she delighted in rubbing her small successes in my face, and letting everyone know that I might be a suitable replacement for her housemaid for the week when she wins. Quite frankly, I was getting pretty fed up with her shit by now, and was making sure that she and I had lots of space between us until this crap was over.

As we moved into the contest month, my first week passed without a single prospect, and I was getting a little distracted with the details of the deal. I should've paid more attention I guess, because there were virtually no limits to the extent of the services demanded of the losing manager, aside from legal limits. It was intended to inflict the most humiliation possible on the losing manager in order to induce the competitors to take exceptional steps to avoid being beaten. This certainly didn't endear the little bastard to me a bit, but he certainly picked the one thing that would get the most fight out'ta me. I'd be damn near willing to dip my balls in a deep fat fryer before I'd allow that little bitch to boss me around for a week.

By now, even my sales staff began referring to me as Cathy's "little bitch," until I reminded them that if they let me down, roasting in hell would be preferable to coming to work with me in the future. They knew I was deadly serious, and if they still mocked me and my predicament, they did it where I couldn't hear them. On the other hand, Cathy took pains to "drop in" from time to time, simply to aggravate me if I was in the office, or to tease whomever of my sales staff that got into her sights. One bright side to that was her smart-ass harassment kept me out of the office and in circulation within client circles.

Week two slipped by, and while my department was sucking wind as far as prospects were concerned, word was hammered into my skull by a visit from Cathy that her department had landed a small account that Friday. She also mentioned that she was already making up a list of humiliating little tasks for me to perform for her when she collected her prize. Did I ever mention that I was beginning to despise that woman?

I noted with some relief that my staff was spending less time in the office and more time on the road. This gave me some hope that I might redeem myself to some degree whenever the contest finally came to an end. You see, "face" is everything with salespeople. We live by it; we die by it. Call it pride, hubris or whatever, you shame a salesperson and you've ripped their heart out. No matter what crap fate and circumstances sent your way, you never, ever let anyone see you sweat! So, even if I lost this ridiculous contest, I'd do what I had to, head held high, and dignity intact, dammit!

Finally I began doing something I hadn't done in years. I began visiting the old haunts that I used to frequent before my divorce, the bars, bistros and gathering places that I used to attend with my ex-wife, hoping that these rarely visited places might give me some new leads. Much had changed over the years. New owners in some; new barkeeps; and new patrons, which was a relief in itself. I didn't want to bring back any of the old, painful memories. I just wanted to revisit some neglected territory in the hopes of rejuvenating my old marketing spark. The re-introductions were bittersweet with those that remained, and while their sympathies were genuine, I didn't want their pity.

Nearing the end of the third week, I finally dropped into a bar that I hadn't entered in nearly four years. I used to be here nearly every Tuesday and Friday night when I was a much younger sales hotshot. It proved to be the clincher for many profitable contracts as I entertained clients those evenings. Behind the bar though, was someone I never expected to see again. "Harbor Hattie" looked exactly the same as she always had, bleached-blond hair, unlit cigarette hanging from the side of her bright-red lips, huge tits, plunging neck-line, and lifetimes of experience marking her face. An institution, she immediately recognized me as I entered the bar, and the first words out of her mouth were, "Well, well... look what the cat dragged in." Somehow, I suddenly felt comfortable here, and I plopped onto a barstool at the bar with a feeling that I'd come home.

My ass had barely hit the stool when she delivered a large mug of Guinness, my favorite from years gone by, and said, "We missed you around here Scotty, why the long absence?" Believe it or not, as crusty and gnarly as she appeared, she had been my rock when portions of my life had gone straight to shit years ago, and she never wavered. I slowly brought her up to date on my life since I'd last talked to her, and she was mildly amused, as usual. My impression of her has always been, "Been there, done that."

Leaning over the bar to listen to me, she presented me with an expansive view of her cleavage, and I could see by the expression on her face that she knew it. Smiling up at me she said, "Tell me a little bit more about that contest, Scotty." With her, I was always Scotty. And of course, I told her everything.

After wandering down the bar and recharging a couple of drinks for her customers, she returned with a thoughtful look on her face. Looking me in the eye, she said, "You mean, all you have to do is come up with a contract or two that exceeds hers for the month, and you win?"

"Yeah," I said. "But it's not as simple as it sounds. The market now is exceedingly soft, and my department has covered nearly everything that breathes within our target area, with no results."

"Nearly everything?" she echoed. Looking back down at her, I noted that she had a smirk on her face, and she was obviously waiting for some kind of response from me.

"Ok," I said. "Just what does that mean?"

She replied, "Did it ever occur to you that you haven't been in this area for years? Hah! I've been here for centuries... well pretty close anyhow. I listen to whatever's said, whatever's thought, whatever's even considered in this dump."

"And?" I inquired.

"Well, Scotty," she muttered out of the corner of her mouth. "Remember Bobby Swanson, from Hector Industries?" Without waiting for me to reply she continued, "He's been coming in here nearly every night for the past couple of weeks, bitching about not having a competent consulting staff to pull off the biggest project of his career." I told her that I did remember him, but back then he was just a struggling young procurement manager. He was always bragging about what he could do if only he was able to gather the necessary resources to do it.

Yeah, me too. If I had everything that I needed to conquer the world, how cool that would be. For me anyhow. I'd done a couple of medium projects for them a few years ago, but the demand from them dried up as they struggled to recoup some return on their expansion efforts. That account had become just another casualty from my divorce process, just as did this bar that I remembered so fondly. Giving Hattie a bit more of my attention, I listened to her describe—in her own way of course—what the general project requirements were, and although not clear on several points, I managed to get the gist of it. She didn't know what the scope of the project was, nor details about costs or budget, but I began to learn enough to make the hairs creep up on the back of my neck. I felt back in my element.

This piece of information wasn't a whole lot, but it was certainly better than nothing, and nothing was one thing I had plenty of right now. I asked her when the last time Bobby had been in, and she informed me that he'd been there last night, but usually he came in around 7 p.m. and it was now nearly closing. Finishing the last of my Guinness, I asked Hattie to let Robert know the next time she saw him that I had a full complement of ace consultants, fresh off assignment ready to go if he was interested, and the price was right. I automatically upgraded his familiar nick-name to the formal, now that he was considered a potential client. Hattie knew that I was talking sales "bullshit" but she gave me a thumbs up as I paid my tab and left the bar. I told her on the way out that I'd be back the following evening, about 7 p.m., and I could hear her cackling laughter as I closed the door behind me.

The next morning I returned reluctantly to the office to do some quick checking up on the financial health of Hector Industries. Happily I discovered that the company had done a lot of things right, and had not only survived the economic downturn, but had thrived in it. So, that answered my question as to whether they could afford the inclusion of a consulting team, but I couldn't find any reference to any open bids for upcoming projects. That meant Robert, pure and simple. If I could convince him that our team could get him his dream project I was fairly comfortable that I'd have a counter-chip to present against Cathy's project. How quickly I could do this, and how much it would pay, I had no idea. But I wouldn't go down without a fight.

As I was completing my research however, Cathy sashayed in to my office with a smirk on her face, and asked if I were up to her increasingly bizarre requirements for my enslavement for the week that I'd suffer for my loss. How she'd made the jump from "services" to "enslavement" was questionable, but I ignored the comment. Hinting that I might be required to be the host at one of her "girls' night in" parties at her house, dressed in nothing but a ball-bag seemed to be the current theme of her taunting right now, and my blood pressure was beginning to climb. As I glanced over at her I couldn't help but notice that she'd left maybe one too many buttons undone on her blouse, giving me a rather panoramic view of the tops of her breasts. Whether it was intentional or not, I couldn't be sure, but as soon as she followed my gaze she quickly put herself in order, buttoning a couple to hide the evidence, as it were.

Since my blood was up anyhow, I took a moment or two to size her up once more. If it weren't for her exceptionally cocky competitiveness she'd look good on any lucky guy's arm or bed for that matter. That glimpse I got of her deep cleavage reminded me that she was a hottie, which undoubtedly played no small part in her business successes, not that she wasn't smart, because she certainly was one of the more shrewd marketing managers that I'd met. She just could be a real asshole when dealing with her peers. Remember what I said about the importance of "face" to a salesperson? Well, it didn't hurt that the rest of the package was extremely attractive as well.

Since I wasn't rising to her jibes at me, she put her hand on her waist, cocked her hips and began sizing me up as well. As the smirk returned to her face, I asked, "What the hell are you looking at now?"

"Just wondering," she said, "whether I could guess the size of your bikini briefs, or whether I need you to bring your own."

"I don't do bikini briefs," I snarled back at her as she turned to leave my office.

She stopped, turned around to look back at me and purred, "Remember the contest rules, Mr. Bentley: if it's not against the law, it's fair game." Watching her departing ass swaying away from me, I couldn't help but think back to the last time I got laid. Way too long ago...

Once she strolled out of sight, I gathered up all the research material I'd collected along with the dossiers of several of my best consulting staff, and headed back to the Harbor Bar. It was only 6:00 p.m., but I figured I could set the stage a bit with Hattie just in case Robert actually showed up this evening. Taking my research materials with me, I entered the bar and touched base with Hattie. Again, my Guinness magically appeared before me as I sat down on the stool, but Hattie quickly informed me that Robert had also come in early this evening—around 5:30 p.m. She'd already primed him regarding my capability and availability, and she said that he was as antsy as a virgin on prom night.

Hattie quickly waved the "high sign" over my head, and I recognized Robert as he got up from a table and took a seat next to me. After reintroductions, he got straight to the point. The next three hours consisted of "mix and match" exchanges, both with project and consultant requirements being tagged and cataloged carefully by each of us. I was in my element once more, and I felt the rush of a successful presentation flowing through me, as the dossiers of my finest consulting staff were carefully examined by Robert and matched to requirements.

He was excited, I was inwardly excited, and as the evening came to a close, all that was left was for me was to put together a formal proposal, based upon the information that we'd exchanged. The only catch was that it had to be completed within a week, because his executive committee had given him a deadline to come up with a project team before they had to go out for bids.

I had gotten to him in the nick of time, for both of us it seemed. The contest had been forgotten until now, but the ramifications of losing to Cathy came back as soon as I left the bar, and while I knew my staff would be pissed at the proposal deadline, they'd all pitch in for some late nights at the office putting it together to save our own "face." The budget for this endeavor had not been discussed, simply because neither of us had enough details to justify an estimate. I just hoped that the end payoff was enough to offset Cathy's score earlier in the month. While on my way home, I now began to think about the possibility of winning this damn contest, and what I'd do with the prize when I did. It seemed my cock had begun to appreciate some of the possibilities as well, as it had begun to swell a bit in anticipation.

Remembering her many remarks about how she intended to humiliate me when she won, I didn't feel very guilty about some of the thoughts that began to flood my mind about what I might do with her. My first thought was that she needed to be humbled just a bit, if for no other reason than to instill a little respect in her for her coworkers. Her constant shots at office staff were getting a bit too intense at times, and morale was beginning to suffer as a result. At the same time, if I could satisfy some of my own carnal curiosity, so much the better.

By the time I got home, the erotic scenarios that I'd been running through my mind had caused a painful tightening in my groin, and I rushed into my shower to stroke the pressure out of my balls. As I finished up, exhausted, I found myself looking forward to the conclusion of this contest for the first time, but for an entirely different reason.

Calling Sybil—our executive secretary--the first thing in the morning, I asked her to try to assemble my entire team into our office as soon as possible. Gathering up all my work from the previous night, I set out to do the near impossible, produce and present a customer proposal within the deadline.

As expected, Cathy had seen the activity taking place in our department and had passed by to see what we were up to. Quickly explaining to her that since we were near the end of the third week of the contest, I'd decided to gather my entire crew for a last minute brain-storming session, I escorted her back out the door. As usual, she couldn't resist a parting dig at me, saying, "I wouldn't knock yourself out too much tiger, save some energy for my little to-do list."


Seven Days of Service - Day 01



We'll see, I thought.

My team is sharp, really sharp. We'd been through the proposal wars many times and had come out on top more times than not. This time was no different, although we came uncomfortably close to the deadline. Fortunately Robert stopped by our offices to pick up our proposal so he could hand-carry the finished product to his executive committee. We all waited with some level of confidence, but the ultimate decision depended on whether our expenses came close to what their budget was targeted at. I swore the group to secrecy until the decision came out, and gave them the rest of the day—and weekend—off.

Week four crept up on us, and still no word from Robert and his executive committee. Cathy took this opportunity of the closing contest deadline to increase her taunts regarding my week of enslavement to her and her whims, but I ignored them as much as I could. Her descriptions of my humiliation began to get more and more exotic, and she confidently spread her plans to turn me into her little "house boy" for a week, subject to her beck and call, to anyone who would listen in the division. So much so, I discovered that the division personnel were becoming weary of her bragging.

On Thursday of the last week of the contest, I returned to the Harbor Bar for a bit of moral support, and to see if Robert had passed any hints on to Hattie about the progress of the proposal that he hadn't passed on to me.

"Nothing yet," she said. As I sipped thoughtfully on my Guinness, I began to feel a bit of regret for not having stopped by my old haunts earlier, that I hadn't gotten a head start on the marketing efforts on old accounts from days gone by. It was getting a little late, and as I tossed the last of my several Guinness' down and turned to leave, I felt a tap on my shoulder.

Turning around, I expected to see Hattie behind me, but instead I saw an absolutely beaming Robert! As I stood there in surprise, he passed a large manila envelope down the bar to me. He said, "If you can cut the cost by $50,000, the board says you've got a deal." The bid was for $1.3 million, so the $50K was trivial. I quickly found the signature line and exercised the authority given me by my company and sealed the deal. Robert and I got absolutely toasted that night, and by the time we left the bar, we were already talking about the next project that he had in mind.

Arriving at the office next morning, I immediately went to Wade's office and presented him with the signed contract. After quickly glancing at the bottom line, he looked back up at me in surprise. "Only $50K off the bid?" he asked. "I was expecting them to trim out a whole lot more." Then, as though he'd just thought of something, he grinned at me and said, "Given any thought to what you're gonna do with your prize, unless she can come up with something between now and the end of the day?" "She" of course, meant Cathy. I had no idea how much her contract was worth, so I asked him point-blank. "I think you've got it in the bag, Scott. As a matter of fact, your project is going to need all of her idle consulting staff as well as your own, so she may well end up working for you for the duration of the project."

As he sat there looking at me, I realized that he was still expecting a reply to his question before this. "I really hadn't given it a whole lot of thought until yesterday," I told him. "But I do remember all of her colorful descriptions of what she was going to put me through when she won, so I think I'll sort through those and pick some that would seem appropriate."

Chuckling, Wade cautioned me to keep things legal as he didn't want the company exposed to any kind of lawsuits. Assuring him that whatever I had in mind would not involve any company risk, I took my leave to give my crew the good news regarding our new project.

The announcement took place at the end of the workday, with a very subdued, unhappy looking Cathy, and her beaten staff joining ours. Her staff perked up however, with the news that most of them would be engaged on the completion of my project. She, however, took that news as yet another sign that she had failed to come through on her promise to bring me to bay. Once the congratulations and handshakes had gone their course, I called Cathy over to a corner of the room and told her, "Cathy, I need you in my office at 10:00 a.m. on Monday morning and please come alone," and walked away, not waiting for a reply.

Stopping at our executive secretary's desk on the way back to my office, I told Sybil that I needed her in my office just before 10:00 a.m. on Monday morning and returned to my office to put my plan together. I wasn't sure that it'd work, but I wanted to make sure that one of two things happened; either Cathy submitted to my demands, or she would "lose face" for reneging on the contest agreement. My bet was on her not wanting to lose face. After all, I knew just how prideful she could be.

Just a few minutes before 10:00 a.m. on Monday, I began to have doubts about my ability to pull this off, but I realized that I had already committed, no matter the outcome. Soon I heard a knock on my office door, and Sybil entered my office. I quickly explained to her that I needed a witness to ensure that Cathy was prepared to conform to the details of the contest requirements. No matter what she saw in this office, I told her, I needed her complete confidentiality to keep it to herself. The only thing I wanted her to disclose if asked was whether Cathy was complying to the conditions of the contest deal or not. She told me that she understood.

At 10:00 a.m., Cathy walked into my office without knocking, telling me in her own way that she was still in charge of herself to some extent. Since I didn't want her to get too comfortable with that thought, I immediately told her to go back and lock my office door. Frowning at me, she glanced over at Sybil, and then did as I'd asked. Returning to the center of my office floor, she stopped, placed her hands on her hips, and stared at me, waiting for me to continue.

Looking over at Sybil, I noted that she had a puzzled look on her face, wondering just what I was up to. Not wanting the moment to pass, I immediately looked Cathy straight in the eye and told her that now that I was in charge, I wanted her to remove her clothing.

I watched as her eyes got big, and just as she was about to object, I reminded her of the details of the contest. The only stipulation was that the winner couldn't do anything that might be illegal. I turned to Sybil and asked her, "Is nudity in the office illegal?"

She wrinkled her brow for a few moments, then replied, "I don't think that the 'powers that be' ever took that possibility into account, so no rules or regulations were written to cover that." Glancing back at Cathy, I told her that the choice was hers; either comply with my instructions, or Sybil would be more than happy to report back to the staff that she'd refused to comply to the conditions of the deal.

I watched a number of different emotions flash across Cathy's face for what seemed like an awfully long time, but my initial assessment of her response finally became evident. Glancing over at Sybil once more, Cathy shrugged, and began removing her clothing. First she unbuttoned her blouse, pulled it off her shoulders and draped it across the chair in front of her. I kept my face as expressionless as I could, but the sight of her lightly tanned torso and barely covered breasts began to have an effect on me. Finishing that, she popped the snap on the side of her skirt and unzipped it, allowing it to drop to the floor around her ankles.

Now I was faced with the sight of her long, smooth tanned legs, rising softly into her junction of pleasure, hidden only by a thin strip of translucent cloth. Clearly, she was wearing only a thong to cover her treasure. She had stopped, watching me, searching my face for a response. Seeing none—I was too entranced to react at the moment—she slowly continued removing what she had left, first her bra, then her thong. She had grit, I'll give her that. She'd performed her duty as I'd have done, with head held high, no complaints. There was only one problem and it became evident all too soon.

My eyes were glued to the expanse of her beautiful breasts, now bared before me. Firm, smooth, white and perfectly symmetrical, areoles tightly wrinkled, and nipples that looked like they could scratch diamonds. Dropping my gaze lower, across her navel and down to her pussy, now protected only by a thin strip of delicately trimmed pubic hair, I found I had been holding my breath way too long. Exhaling a bit louder than I wanted, I saw that I'd drawn her attention to my own awkward condition. My cock had taken advantage of my distraction, and had grown to create a considerable bulge in my pants, a condition that had not gone unnoticed by my reluctant guest. But my next step took the smirk off her face, at least for now.

I returned to my desk and took out a package that I'd picked up over the weekend, just for this event. Unwrapping it, I picked up the item that it contained and brought it to her face to see. Watching the confusion on her face, I explained to her that although I was pretty damn conservative, I knew enough about alternative lifestyles to know that a collar, especially the one that I was holding, represented possession. I further explained to her that she'd have to wear this collar for the duration of this deal, while in our offices, and in my presence in the evenings. It was about an inch or so wide, covered in black velvet, but connected by a chrome-plated ring, large enough to be noticed by anyone within sight of her.

She quickly glanced over at Sybil, a question on her face. Sybil it seemed, was getting into my little plan, and had leaned her hip against my desk, arms crossed under her breasts, with a smile playing around her lips. Seeing no support from Sybil, Cathy reached out, took the collar from my hands, and placed it around her neck, turning so that I could connect it at the back of her neck. Once that had been accomplished, I turned to Sybil and thanked her for being there, but indicated that she could leave my office now. Almost reluctantly, she complied.

Now I had Cathy standing before me, naked except for her high heels and the collar snapped securely around her throat. She was covering her breasts with one arm, the other concealing her pussy, but she was still defiant, lips pressed tightly together, and looking at me through narrowed eyes.

Regaining my composure, I said, "Drop your arms, Cathy, you belong to me now." I waited, but she just stood there watching me, challenging me. "Unless you want me to bring Sybil back in here as a witness, Cathy, do as I say." Finally she dropped her arms, allowing me to look upon her without obstruction. I slowly walked around her, examining her body more carefully now. She was a wonder all right, perfectly contoured hips sheltering a finely tended cunt, and an equally wondrous ass. I could lose myself in her, I thought, if I could just temper her competitive contempt for her peers. My cock, all this time had a mind of its own, pressing out against the front of my pants as an independent indicator of her effect on me.

Finally I returned to face her. Looking me in the face, she deliberately dropped her gaze to the front of my pants, which was betraying the true level of interest I was showing in her even as I tried to show disinterest. Finally she said, "Well, do I just stand here naked all day, or do you have something else in mind?"

Snapping back to the situation at hand, I told her that she could put her clothes back on, but that her bra and thong belonged to me. I also told her that the collar stayed on, as I'd instructed. As she was putting her blouse and skirt back on, I instructed her to come to my house that evening around 6:00 p.m., prepared to cook me a dinner. She looked at me in surprise, and said, "How do you know I can cook?"

"If you can't, you are going to be very hungry before the night is out." Once she'd left my office, I picked up her underwear, pleasantly surprised that her thong was damp with her vaginal juices. Inhaling deeply over the thong, I savored the scent of her, and decided then that this was going to be a very interesting week.

The rest of the day passed uneventfully, although the staff had definitely taken notice of Cathy's change in appearance and attitude. She couldn't hide that fact that she now wore a collar with a large chrome ring attached, and that she was now bra-less. The cold office air and the rougher material of her blouse had combined to tease her nipples to rigid attention. Or was it something else? No matter I thought, the sexy result was the same. I only wished now that my hangover from last night would allow me to savor my initial success over Cathy a bit more.

The rest of the day was taken up with the details of getting my project managers in synch with the roles, rules and regulations that made up the body of the contract requirements. I was finally able to leave my office for home at about 5:15 p.m., which I figured would give me about 20 minutes to shower once I reached my front door, and greet my prize on her first day of servitude. In keeping with my order for a cooked dinner, I'd made sure that my larder and my freezer were well stocked for this event.

I'd barely managed to finish pulling my t-shirt on and buttoning up my shorts when the doorbell rang. Slipping on my sandals, I pulled myself together, put on a stern look and opened the door. Cathy had also changed clothes I noticed, now dressed in a rather unrevealing sweater and denim pedal-pushers, something that I hadn't seen in years. On her feet were a pair of very practical slip-on boat-deck sneakers, but most importantly, I could clearly see that she still wore the black velvet collar around her neck in plain view. As I was checking her out, I noticed that she was checking me out as well. Not that I minded, but this show was going to be for my benefit--any benefit she might receive from it would be incidental.

Motioning her to enter, I closed the door and locked it. At the sound of the lock being turned, Cathy quickly turned to face me, nervousness in her eyes. I had done that solely to add a bit of drama to our situation, and was pleased that it worked so well. Gesturing to her that she should follow me, I gave her a quick tour of my home, and we ended up in the kitchen. Pointing out the finer points of my kitchen equipment, and even providing her with access to several good cookbooks that I had on hand, I told her that she had carte blanche with any ingredients that she might find in larder, refrigerator and freezer. Her goal was to produce a meal for two, by 8 p.m., but I had one other condition that I thought she might object to.

Going to the kitchen closet, I pulled out an apron that, while protecting all of her precious assets, would certainly be revealing in many other ways while she cooked. Looking at me with a puzzled expression as I handed her the apron, I hurried to inform her that this was to be the only thing she was to wear while cooking, aside from her sneakers and her collar. I watched the expressions cross her face as she thought about this, and finally she said, "You've already seen me naked, why do I have to do this again?"

"It gives me pleasure, that's why." I replied. "That's all you have to know. I know that Sybil would be delighted to stop over and be an observer if you wish."

Shaking her head in defeat, she removed her sweater, dropping it on one of the kitchen chairs. I was pleasantly surprised to see that she hadn't replaced her bra, her charms spilling out in all their glory. I couldn't help but wonder what they felt like, imagining myself pinching the nipples between my fingers, and wondering what she'd sound like when I did. But, I was walking a pretty thin line here, between what would be considered legal and illegal. Whatever happened from here on out, I had to be very careful.

Cathy popped the button on her pedal-pushers, pulled the zipper down and dropped them to her ankles. Again, I was surprised to find out that she'd not replaced the thong that I'd taken possession of in my office. In answer to my puzzled expression, she said, "I don't have that many pairs of panties, so I wanted to make sure you didn't end up with them all." Quickly donning the apron, she covered herself as well as she could, and excused herself to begin cooking.

I stood watching her for a couple of minutes, her ass cheeks gently quivering as she moved about the kitchen. Initially I had simply planned on wearing her arrogance down to an acceptable level, but seeing her in the altogether, and obeying my commands, was beginning to awaken unfamiliar emotions in me. Of course she was still stubbornly conforming to the conditions of the "Deal," so it would come down to which one of us would break first. I could see the defiance on her face as she reluctantly stepped through the motions necessary to complete the tasks I gave her.

The dinner was quite good, given her unfamiliarity with my kitchen, and the distraction I faced as I watched her bare breasts moving about before me as she ate didn't detract from the fact that I was impressed. Insisting that she remain naked while she was with me did not seem to cause her the distress that I'd hoped, although I could see that it annoyed her. All I needed was one little crack in her façade, something that she refused to do that was within the bounds of the "Deal," and I'd have put a considerable dent in it, bringing her off her pedestal a bit. There was only one major flaw in my plan . . . Me.

It'd been nearly four years since my divorce, and my ex had ripped me a new one on her way out of my life. I'd given up quite a lot to get away from her, and my lack of a social life was proof of that. Masturbating to an occasional fuck-flick was about the only relief that I'd had during that time, as I wasn't in any mood for any more painful commitments. My body thought differently, as I was finding out. Watching this beautiful, naked female so close to me was putting me on a major "testosterone alert." My return to the Harbor Bar and old Hattie had brought back memories; both good and bad, erotic and painful.

Raising my eyes from her lovely tits, I saw that she was watching me carefully, probably trying to guess my next move. I knew that she was affected by all this, simply because her nipples had remained rigid during this entire period, testing my resolve to see this thing through. I needed to turn up the tension on her stress meter a bit more, I decided.

Dinner complete, I watched her clear off the table and take the dirty dishes back to the kitchen to clean. Funny how I'd never really noticed much sensuality when Cathy was dressed up in a business suit, but now that she was without clothing, her whole attitude seemed to have changed. There seemed to be a bit more sway in her hips, and the way she straightened her back whenever she faced me seemed designed to showcase her beautiful breasts. It seemed that her body was beginning to betray her assumed air of arrogance, as mine was beginning to betray my assumed air of indifference. My cock was becoming harder and harder—pun intended—to conceal.

I'd sat at the dinner table a little too long I discovered, for while I was running all this through my mind, she had finished up in the kitchen and was on her way back. I still had a hard-on that once discovered, might knock my whole scheme on its ear. I was determined that she not know the full extent of her effect on me, so I sent her back into the kitchen to retrieve a couple of beers, and told her to join me in the living room.

Retrieving the accessory to her collar that I'd purchased earlier, I plopped my ass on the couch, turned on the TV, changed the channel to a dull documentary, and pulled a couple of the decorative pillows onto my lap. Within a minute or so, Cathy walked in with a couple of brews, stopping just in front of me to deliver mine. I could see by the look on her face that she was still displaying an arrogant, defiant attitude, but I also noted that there were small droplets of moisture shining in her pubic hair, and the faint, musky scent of her arousal drifted into my nostrils, causing my painful erection to torment me even further.




Seven Days of Service - Day 01



So I put the next step of my plan into place. Taking my beer from her and placing it on the end table, I instructed her to do the same, and turn so that her back was towards me. I stood, and pulled her collar around so that I could see the chrome ring, and snapped a 3 foot long silver chain on it, allowing it to dangle over her bare ass. She shivered at the touch of the cold metal's touch on her skin, but seemed to accept what I'd just done. I hadn't touched her directly yet, but that barrier was quickly dropping.

Leaning in to the side of her face, I breathed softly against the back of her ear, whispering, "Ms. Stretch, you haven't been very nice to me over the past few months. Why is that?" No response, but I noticed that she'd tensed up. "Was I that hard on you?" I continued. Still, no response. Looking over her shoulder, I saw goose bumps rising on her forearms. I slid my hand up the length of the chain connected to her collar, pressing the cold links into her skin. Again, I saw her shiver, and she looked down at the floor in front of her. "You haven't been a very good girl, have you?" I continued. She tried to move away from me, but I kept a hold on the silver chain.

Finally I got a little irritated with her silence, and slapped her on the ass, hard. She flinched and let out a little yelp, but otherwise just stood there, facing away from me. As I watched a red welt begin to form on her ass-cheek, and I hissed into her ear, "I expect answers to my questions, or the 'Deal' is off."

Straightening up, she sighed and said, "No, you weren't hard on me. But I thought the only way I could get respect in our division was challenging the best in the division. That was you."

"I wasn't competing with you," I said.

"I know," she replied. "That's what made it easy for me."

I thought about that for a few seconds, and said to her, "Hardly sporting, don't you think? Our division had prided ourselves on teamwork in our best years." As I said that I gave the end of the chain a little flick, causing the tip to snap sharply against her ass-cheek. She jerked forward again, letting out a little cry, but stifling it almost before it escaped her lips. She was determined not to give in to whatever she thought I had in mind. Tough little bitch, I had to admit.

What she didn't know was that I had run out of ideas at the moment. She was causing me a different kind of distraction right now, as my cock had never wavered from its expression of appreciation for her beauty. It was getting painful with the constant strain of trying to break through my shorts. As I stood there thinking what I needed to do next, I heard her moan. Looking down quickly, I was surprised to see that I had absent-mindedly begun caressing her bare ass with my free hand, and she had finally begun to react to my touch. To make things even more interesting, that moan wasn't what I'd have expected if she'd objected to my attention.

It was becoming quite apparent that simple humiliation wasn't getting me any closer to creating a more humble Cathy, but maybe a little torture might. Not real hard-core stuff, but more along the lines of stoking her centers of pleasure as I identified them, then withdrawing them to intensify her frustration level. A little more complicated, sure, but I had a whole week to play with her.

I'd already identified a couple of things that worked, and a couple that didn't, so now I had to turn up the heat, but carefully. As much as I wanted to rush things right now, and fuck her senseless, the last thing our struggling company needed was a rape accusation. Whatever I managed to get from her would have to be willing, and if I played my cards right, I might even get an opportunity for a command performance.

With my free hand I pulled off my belt, while continuing to softly caress the cheeks of her lovely ass. Since I had met with no resistance so far, I took this opportunity to explore some potential boundaries with my reluctant guest. Replacing my hand with the last 8 inches of my belt, I began dragging the end of it across her butt and up her lower rib cage to her shoulder blades. Laying it upon her neck, I slowly dragged it up the nape of her neck, and behind her pretty ears. The response I observed was encouraging, at least from my viewpoint. A fairly normal tickle response except that she actually seemed to move back into my strokes, rather than away from them, and moaned quite sensuously.

I could tell that she was trying to suppress the moans, but the sinuous movement of the muscles in her back told me that she was also attempting to extract the maximum amount of pleasure out of the contact that she could. I suspect that the combination of her nudity in front of me, the collar, the chain, the meal, the beer and the "Deal" may have all conspired to affect her erogenous zones rather than her exaggerated sense of pride. The problem of course, was that it was affecting me as well.

Finally, I took her by the shoulders and turned her around to face me. Immediately her gaze dropped to my groin, which I might point out, had never stopped displaying my admiration of her physical attributes. I noted that her chest, from her breasts to her face, had taken on a ruddy glow, and that her eyes seemed to be a bit watery. Her lips appeared to be a bit puffy as well, and I sensed that she seemed to be breathing a bit heavily. Even through all this, she began to twist a smirk to her lips.

As soon as I noticed this, I brought the tip of my belt down on her left nipple with a little pop. Startled, Cathy began to bring her hands up to cover her breasts, but I stopped her with my hands, telling her, "Anytime you want me to stop what I'm doing, just tell me, and the 'Deal' is off. Then we can get back to 'business as usual.'" Business as usual meant of course, that she'd have to admit to the whole division that she was unable to complete the conditions of the contest "Deal." Truthfully, all I wanted was her to tone down her arrogance at work a bit.

"By the way," I said. "You don't seem to be put off much by being naked in front of me. Why is that?"

After a bit of silence, she shrugged her shoulders as though she'd made up her mind about something and replied, "Until I started high school, I grew up in a Clothing Optional Community with my parents, where nudity was not an issue."

Ok, so I didn't see that coming. But it was proof enough that I had to turn up the heat a bit in our little scenario. Nudity was one thing, but control might give me a better edge.

Dragging the tip of my belt slowly across her nipples, I noticed that Cathy had closed her eyes, and again had begun breathing a little more heavily. Her lips were still looking a bit puffy, although she was trying to keep them clenched tight. Curious, I reached my free hand up to her face, and gently caressed her lips with my fingertips. Trembling, eyes still shut, she opened her mouth just enough to admit my forefinger. Dragging my finger along her teeth, I stopped for a moment, and lightly pinched her lower lip. Her eyes suddenly opened, and I thought I saw a brief look of panic on her face as a slight frown began to form between her eyes.

Stepping a bit closer to her, I allowed my painfully erect cock to brush against her belly through my shorts. As intense as this might be for her, I was experiencing a serious case of blue balls at the moment. Leaning into her shoulder, I inhaled the scent of her soft perfume, intermingled with the musky scent of her arousal, put my mouth close to her ear and breathed, "All you have to do is say 'Stop,' and we can call an end to all this."

Again, she paused. Then, shaking her head once more, she said, "No. A deal is a deal." Then, under her breath she whispered, "I don't want to lose like this. You'll never make me lose like this." Finally, I had to make a decision before I exploded.

"Cathy," I said under my breath. "I'm going to make you give up before these seven days are up. I'm going to find something that you will not tolerate from me, and you will give up. And, it will be absolutely legal. Once you do break this deal, I expect you to display considerably more respect for your co-workers from that point on."

Watching her face harden, lips compressed in a stubborn show of arrogance, I knew I was out of my element, and my promise to break her sounded hollow even in my own ears. I needed help, and I thought I knew where I could find it.

Unsnapping the chain from her collar, I told her that we were finished for the evening, and that she could leave. I also reminded her that she was to continue wearing the collar at the office and remain without underwear. That was to be my little test to make sure that she was still conforming to the rules of the "Deal."

Shooting me an evil look, Cathy quickly put on her sweater, pedal-pushers and shoes, and without saying a word, left my house.

Dammit! I just wished she wasn't such a beauty; I could have felt a whole lot better about my plan to humble her in front of her co-workers.

(To be continued in Seven Days of Service -- Day Two) 



Seven Days of Service - Day 02



Making sure that Cathy had left the area, I locked up and headed off to the Harbor Bar, and Hattie. If anyone could give me some answers to all this, it was her.

It was a bit late when I entered the bar, but Hattie apparently had some pretty hi-tech radar on board, as my Guinness was sitting in front of the barstool about the same time as me. Finishing wiping down the bar as I settled in, Hattie wandered over and asked, "Alright Scotty, 'core-dump!'" Chuckling for a moment she added, "Can't listen to all you 'techies' every night without picking up some of yer 'lingo.'"

Frustrated, I gave her the unabridged version and sometime around midnight I finished, looking up to see if she if she was still awake. Her face was impassive as usual, but she was nodding her head as though she'd thought it all through, and might, just might have something to offer.

Clearing her throat, she began, "Let me get this straight, Scotty. You won the contest, right? So to 'conquer' your little wench, you decide to do something that you have no experience with to humiliate her into submission. So she'd break the terms of the contest, right?"

I already didn't like the way this conversation was going, but Hattie was essentially right, so I just nodded my head.

"So," she continued. "Finding out that your quick 'whammy' with the bondage stuff didn't work the way you expected, you decided to 'spill the beans' and tell her exactly what you were going to do to her, right?"

Again I nodded. This wasn't looking very promising . . .

Stroking her chin in concentration for a few moments, she finally said, "I'd say that giving up the bondage stuff at this point would be an obvious win for her, since you've already 'announced' to your company's staff that this was the direction you were going to take."

I didn't see any solution in what she'd said so far, but I surely felt like I'd outflanked myself like a true idiot. Finally, she began to put pieces together, and gave me a direction to pursue with the rest of the conditions of the "Deal."

After finding out that I had little experience with "light bondage" aside from watching a couple of fuck-flicks some time ago pertaining to some fairly tame bondage stuff, she just shook her head and let out a "tsk-tsk."

"Scotty, just where were you planning to take this if the first shot failed to work?"

I didn't have an answer for her of course. That was the very reason why I was here. "I didn't have a plan B," I told her, feeling a little bit of shame for the ump-teenth time around her.

"Ok, Scotty, here it is," she started. "I've never met the gal, so I can't say what's going to happen for certain, but you've already put some things into motion that might allow me to figure where this might go in your favor. Telling her that your goal is to make her give up was a bit stupid, but it might actually work in your favor. Now that she knows what you have in mind, she'll be less likely to call 'foul' when you begin to get a little too close to her 'hot-points.'

"The fact that she seemed to become aroused at your touch is another good sign. Your toughest job right now, Scotty, is to learn a bit about what Bondage and D/s is all about, and use it to your advantage."

"It's been my experience that the tough ones fall into bondage the easiest; terrors by day, submissive by night. I don't know your gal personally, but from what you describe, she's a 'tiger' in the sales arena. It could very well be that she's a 'typical' split personality, but who knows? Certainly not me. If you get a chance, bring her by some night so I can talk to her, get a feel for where her head might be at."

"In the meantime there are a couple of more items you may want to pick up at that specialty store you went to that will help you in trying to tame this gal. Just remember, a light touch will go a long way, and will allow you to gauge when and where to take the next steps." She stopped for a moment, just eyeing me a bit, then asked, "Scotty, just where is your head in all this anyway?"

What I'd failed to tell Hattie was apparently showing somewhere on my face, but she was too shrewd to let it pass. I could feel my face redden a bit as I explained to her that I found the idea of dominance a bit arousing as well, something that became most apparent when I was unable to remain objective to what I was commanding Cathy to do. Apparent of course, by way of an intense, persistent erection during the whole scenario.

"A bit arousing, eh?" she muttered. "Scotty, Scotty, what have you gotten yourself into?"

Then, slapping me on the arm, she ushered me off, reminding me to pick up the additional items from the store on the way back home. Fortunately, those kinds of stores remained open very, very late.

* * * *

Tuesday morning came early for me, since I'd been up quite late the night before, but promptly at 10:00 a.m. Cathy entered my office. Without being told, she locked the door and marched up to my desk. I could see that she still wore the collar as directed and I thought, so far, so good.

Then, as if reading my mind, she unbuttoned her blouse to her waist and briefly exposed her breasts to me. Buttoning her blouse back up, she reached down to the hem of her skirt and brought it up to her waist, exposing her naked sex to my view.

It was just a glimpse, but it was enough to verify that she'd followed those instructions as well. She still seemed a bit cocky right then, but I knew that she had no idea what I had planned for her later in the evening. Nodding my head, I dismissed her with a reminder that we were due in Wade's office at 1:00 p.m. for a project meeting.

As she turned to leave my office, I couldn't help but notice that not only were her nipples making an impressive projection from the front of her blouse, but her ass seemed to have more of a swagger as her backside left the area. Could'a been my imagination, but . . .

The time for the meeting with Wade found both Cathy and me seated across the long desk from the director. Wade welcomed us to the meeting, and immediately began to summarize the project requirements for my contract with Hector Industries.

We waited quietly until he finished, at which time he looked at each of us, cleared his throat, then informed Cathy that since the majority of her department was working for me now, that he was appointing her as a temporary assistant to myself. At least until the requirements for her own projects increased to the point where her services were needed once more in her own department.

Expecting a little bit of an argument, Wade leaned back in his chair and waited for a reply. It wasn't long in coming, as Cathy's face had turned angry red, and she immediately began a long litany of reasons why she shouldn't and wouldn't work under me.

Looking at Wade, I saw that he was reacting like a deer caught in the headlights of a bus. Finally, not seeing any action on his part, I pulled the silver chain from my pocket, reached over to Cathy's collar, and snapped it firmly into the chrome ring. As soon as the loud click interrupted her tirade, she stopped; stunned, and with wild eyes turned to me. All I said to her was, "A deal is a deal, right?"

Swallowing a couple of times, she composed herself, glaring at me but maintaining her silence. Wade suddenly snapped out of his trance, and stared at the collar around Cathy's neck, but didn't make any comment about the collar or the chain now hanging down from it. Looking at me, he suggested that I get together with Cathy and make the necessary arrangements for the "cooperative effort." Relieved at the interruption, he quickly excused himself and escorted both of us out of his office.

Taking hold of the chain, I guided Cathy through the cubicle areas to my office, noting that there were many of our associates observing our passage from Wade's office to mine. Cathy remained tight-lipped throughout the whole trip to my office, but once I closed the door, she stopped abruptly, and put her hands on her hips, ready to go to war. For once, I made a decision to let her vent, for I had a point of order for her when she finished, wherever she went with it.

Sure enough, I heard much more than I wanted about the arrogance, presumption, and general bossiness of me and Wade concerning her activities, her career, her pride, and much, much more. When she finally ran down, I looked at her and said, "The word is 'Uncle'."

Puzzled, she looked at me as though I'd suddenly turned into a unicorn.

"What?" she asked. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"Anytime that you are not willing to provide the services you owe me in the contest 'deal', all you have to say to me is 'Uncle,' can't get much simpler than that. Then we can get on with our inter-departmental battle as usual."

I could see that she was weighing what I said carefully in her mind, but after a few minutes she sighed, and went silent. Again, I felt that face had won out over pride.

"Good," I said. "Now we can get on with the punishment that you earned by embarrassing me in front of our boss." As I finished that statement, she jerked her head around to look at me in confusion. I moved behind my desk and sat down, eyeing her carefully. "Remember the word, 'Uncle.'"

"Pop the buttons on that blouse--now," I said.

Looking back at the office door, she swung her gaze back at me and then slowly began to unbutton her blouse, keeping her eyes locked onto mine all the while. Finally she said, "I don't know why you keep undressing me Scott, but I think that you might be pressing the 'legal' edges of this prize."

As she stood there before me, blouse unbuttoned, gaping open and exposing her lovely tits, I saw my chance to inform her of my considered opinion of the terms of the service prize. Now I'm not a lawyer, nor am I particularly familiar with the mechanics of law which really seldom conform to common logic. I am however, an excellent bluffer, a fact that is well known by anyone who has had the misfortune to play poker with me. This ability has served me well in dealing with countless numbers of clients over the years.

I got up from my desk and walked around to where Cathy stood, and slowly moved around her. As I did so, I calmly informed her of my interpretation of the rules.

"As I see it Cathy, the test of the legality of anything done during the time of this contest prize depends on one important fact. " I paused for a moment, reached out and took her left nipple between the thumb and forefinger of my right hand. Pinching it lightly, I noted with pleasure that her face had become contorted in a combination of conflict and indignation at what I'd just done, and obviously a response to the pain/pleasure of the pinch itself.

Continuing to roll her nipple about between my fingers, I went on with my explanation, "You see, when we agreed to the conditions of the contest, we in fact became 'consenting adults'. In the legal sense, whatever we do between ourselves is fair game, until one or the other of us backs out of the arrangement. Do you remember your escape word? Just say it and your ordeal will be over."

As I said that, I reached over to her other nipple and began to apply some attention to it as well. While I was talking she was squirming, trying to avoid the touch of my fingers on her body, but not trying to be too obvious about it. I could tell she was analyzing my comments carefully, wanting to survive the contest period without giving up too much of herself. She wasn't going to get off that easy, I thought.

"As far as why I keep undressing you, as I'd mentioned before, it gives me pleasure, as I'm sure you've noticed already."

In fact, I was already sporting a rather stiff reminder of her effect on my libido. She had obviously decided to go along with my assessment of our situation for the moment, so she allowed me to continue fondling her beautiful breasts. She wasn't noticing my arousal at the moment however, having gotten caught up in her own plateau of pleasure.

As much as I wanted to keep pushing her to her pleasure threshold, I had to make sure that she understood that this was a disciplinary meeting, so I suddenly pinched both of her nipples with my fingers! Snapping out of her lust-induced trance, she barked out a yelp, and then backed away from my hands. Rubbing her offended nipples, she glared at me with contemptuous eyes.

Before she could say anything I interjected with a quick question, "What's the magic word, Cathy?"

Defusing the situation quickly, I told her to button up her blouse and informed her that I was calling a meeting between us and our project leaders at 2:00 p.m. to discuss the distribution of our responsibilities on the project. Before she left for her office however, I made sure that she understood that I expected her to show up at my house at 6:00 p.m., prepared to make us another dinner for two. There were no objections to my instructions this time.

One thing was certain however, we had crossed another boundary in our peculiar contest relationship. First touch, then a little pain, and still I had no sign of a solid rejection by her of my physical handling of her body. I was getting a bit encouraged, but I still had very little experience in bondage, so I remained cautious.

Once she'd left my office however, there was something that I had to take care of before I embarrassed myself before the department staff. Locking my door after her, I slipped guiltily back behind my desk and sat down. Taking several tissues from the box on my desk, I unzipped my trousers, and wrestled a very angry, erect cock out of my shorts. Breathing heavily, I began stroking myself almost as if in a frenzy; trying to get relief quickly, so that I could return to some semblance of normal workday routine.

This woman was affecting me much more than I had ever imagined, and the vision of her naked body was already burned into my memory, haunting me. Add to that the indelible memory of her scent last night, part subtle perfume, part musky arousal. Mother Nature truly was a "Mutha"!

The management meeting passed fairly uneventfully, and I felt that I'd made some small progress in the taming of Cathy. She had made no more objections to the thought of working together with me, but I could tell that her resistance was hovering just below her beautiful skin. Reluctantly she agreed to assist me in bringing this project to a successful conclusion. But, I wasn't done with her yet.

I left a little early that afternoon, wanting to get home in time to make sure that I was fully prepared for the evening to come. I gathered up the extra items that I'd purchased on Hattie's advice, and reviewed in my mind how I would introduce them into our little bondage scenario.

Not terribly sophisticated, but I thought it would be slow enough to not to push her into complete rejection, and maybe slow enough to give me some idea about where to continue putting more pressure on her; legally of course. It had come to a point with me that I wanted to make her submit, rather than break altogether on the terms of the contest rules.

My carnal side was beginning to exert itself more strongly on my psyche, and as time went on, I felt less willing to resist it. I was beginning to see Cathy in an entirely different light these days, and while I couldn't overlook her bitchiness altogether, I felt that I might be able to take some liberties with her if I could step inside of her defenses with this bondage scenario. I just had to make sure that my own weaknesses in tormenting her would not stop me before I was able to do so.

I recalled Hattie's advice last night when she suggested that I pick up these extra items for my game. "Soft and slow," she'd advised. "Go easy, and her responses will tell you where you need to take the game. If you get lost, stop by again and maybe I can get the Captain to give you some hints."

The Captain was her husband, and the short-order cook of the Harbor Inn. I had no idea how old either of them were, but I swear the Captain had to be pushing 70 years if he were a day old, and was probably the only person on earth that Hattie feared and respected. I was hoping that it wouldn't get to that point.

The last thing I did before Cathy was due to arrive was to get into the shower to clean up. A good enough reason under most any circumstance, but truthfully, to masturbate like hell. I just had to take the edge off my overworked libido in order to have some command of myself that evening.

As I pulled on my sleeveless t-shirt and finished buttoning up my shorts, I heard the doorbell ring. Right on time, I thought as I pushed my feet into my slippers and made my way to the front door. Composing myself, I let her in, once again closing the door and snapping the lock tight as I turned to follow her into the living room.

She was still dressed in a rather dowdy outfit, although she'd exchanged her sweater for a sweatshirt, and had replaced her pedal pushers with some loose-fitting jeans. As she reached the center of the room, she turned to face me. I was waiting for some reaction from her to indicate whether she was willing to continue this ordeal, or was going to give me the answer that I was now afraid to hear.

After a few moments, she finally sighed and said, "I can see by the look on your face that this is going to continue. Don't tell me, I know the routine by now."

With that comment, she turned and walked towards the kitchen, pulling her sweatshirt off as she went. Reaching the kitchen, she popped the button on her jeans, unzipped and dropped them to the floor. She was naked of course, except for her slip-on sneakers and the collar, and after she draped her clothing over the kitchen chair, she once again donned the apron and began to assemble items for dinner.

This time I remained in the kitchen for a while, observing her as she went about her chores. I'd made up my mind to get over my discomfort with her looking at my inevitable erection, because there was nothing I could do to stop it from happening. Actually, from what I'd read about the bondage experience, if things went well, I might be able to enlist Cathy's assistance in relieving my pressure in that area. I'd just have to wait and see how things went.

She had definitely turned into a different person while naked and under orders from me. As she moved about the kitchen, she knew I was still there; and instead of hampering my view of her naked body as she picked out ingredients for our dinner and assembled the various pots and pans that would feed us both, I saw that she seemed to be actually taking opportunities to expose her various charms to me in subtle and maybe not so subtle ways. Her effect on me was predictable, as I now had my old familiar tenting problem in my shorts.

Most of her work was done while her back was to me, so wearing only the apron left her entire backside exposed to me. Watching her lovely ass cheeks moving seductively as she went through her preparation of this evening's meal, I was thinking ahead to what I had planned for this evening's exercise. Yet another boundary challenge, I thought. The results of this one would help me determine the next level to take our "deal" relationship.

As I returned to the living room to wait for dinner, I kept remembering Hattie's advice--soft and slow.

Once again, Cathy had prepared a wonderful dinner. Absentmindedly, I wondered where she'd learned those culinary skills, and the thought of having someone around regularly who could cook this good briefly crossed my mind. More to the point however, I definitely decided that I'd never, ever tire of seeing this naked goddess before me. If this contest had given me nothing else, the vision of this beautiful woman in her altogether, was worth the trip.




Seven Days of Service - Day 02



I made no pretense this evening of glancing away from her tits as we ate dinner. As I examined her display carefully, I could see that my attention to her breasts this evening was finally eliciting an involuntary response from her. Her areoles began wrinkling tightly around her turgid nipples, and as she watched me closely, I noted that a bright pink blush was creeping across her chest, rising to up her throat to her cheeks.

Dinner completed, I sat still as Cathy rose to clean off the table. Now that she was on her feet, I finally had a clear look at the rest of her lovely anatomy. Despite her seeming ease at being around me while naked, I could see that my increased attention to her unclothed condition was beginning to make her a little nervous. Once again, I instructed her to bring me and herself a beer when she finished in the kitchen, and to join me in the living room. So far, everything was playing out pretty much the same as the night before.

After several minutes, Cathy sauntered into the living room and stopping at the couch in front of me, reached out and offered me a beer. As she stood there waiting for instructions from me, she took a big pull on the longneck in her hand. Still looking kinda cocky, I thought. I need to change that, and soon.

Setting down my beer, I motioned her closer to me. Raising an eyebrow in question to my request, Cathy slowly moved closer to the couch, stopping just out of my reach.

As I stared directly at her pussy, I asked her, "Do you trust me Cathy?"

I hadn't bothered to cover my raging hard-on this time. Instead I sat back on the couch, my legs slightly apart with my hands resting on my thighs. As I waited for her answer, I noted that she was staring at my stiffened cock intently, a wry smile playing about her lips.

Finally she said, "You maybe, but I'm not so sure about your angry 'friend.'"

"You should feel flattered, my dear. The 'little guy' doesn't get out much, but he always shows his appreciation for a beautiful woman, although seldom this persistently. Don't worry though; the 'little head' doesn't completely control the big one . . . yet."

"Little Guy?" she asked, with a smirk on her face.

Again, the raised eyebrow. There was no reason for her to distrust me, I thought. I had a sterling reputation for being fair and aboveboard with clients, staff and acquaintances.

So I dealt her my trump card.

"We're going to exercise some 'sensitivity' training for the rest of our Deal," I told her. "You're smart--really smart--but you have a couple of flaws that will eventually drag you down in this business.

One, you're arrogant and rude with the folks that are trying to work with you. All that will do is create a critical mass of enemies that'll eventually take you out. Two, you seem to have a problem with teamwork, much more taking than giving around the departments. I've never heard you congratulate anyone for a job well done, for a birthday, an anniversary, promotion or anything. We need to work on that, m'dear."

"It's all quite legal, so the only way out of it is to say 'Uncle.'"

"Just think. This is already day two of the seven day service period. Only five days left. You should be able to do that standing on your head, right?"

A quick visual of just that flittered through my mind just then, causing my cock to jerk even harder to attention, a movement that wasn't lost on my guest.

Finally looking back up at my face she frowned at my comments, but stated, "Ok, ok I trust you, but would you mind telling me what's going to happen?"

She stood there with the beer in her hand, but I could see a little spark of concern in her eyes.

"Something that's going to require you to trust me, m'dear," I replied.

With that comment, I slowly and deliberately reached out and grazed my fingertips through her pubic hair. Cathy moved back a half step, by reflex I thought, but managed to compose herself enough to move back into place, biting her lips as I continued.

I noticed that my fingers had become slick with her vaginal juices, and I hadn't even reached her pussy yet. Since the 'touchy-feely' barrier had been breached in my office that afternoon, she'd apparently come to some sort of rationalization about what we were doing. While she was watching me, I raised my hand to my mouth, and licked the juices from my fingers. She shivered. She was delicious!

Getting up from the couch, I reached for the small bag beside me, and took out the contents. Bringing each one up to her face, I let her get a good look at them before I began to employ them. I told her to toss off the last of the beer in the bottle that she held, which she did, and handed me the empty.

First the blindfold, nice and snug around her head, then I bound her arms behind her with the wrist cuffs, much more soft and gentle than the kind employed by law enforcement but just as secure.

As I felt some resistance to the cuffs, I leaned into the side of her face and breathed, "I won't hurt you. If you fear pain, just tell me 'Stop' and it'll all go away."

I could feel her relax a bit after that assurance.

Once I'd completed her preparation, I sat back down to observe my work. Damn she was a beauty! My problem right now was that I was beginning to get feelings for her, and I knew that giving in to those feelings would hamper what I was trying to do for her. At least I had convinced myself that I was doing it for her sake.

As I sat there marveling at her and smelling the fragrance that alerted my groin that she was getting aroused, and wanting to run my hands—and other parts of my body—all over her, I saw that she'd begun fidgeting a bit. My silence had apparently gotten her a bit nervous, simply because she could no longer see, nor could she move her arms.

I stood once again and quietly moved behind her.

I asked her, "What are you feeling right now?"

I was softly breathing into the back of her neck, inhaling her scent. Her breathing had become a bit ragged, and I'd not even started what I'd planned.

After a minute or so, she whispered, "I know I told you that I trusted you, but I'm really nervous right now."

I put my hands on her shoulders, feeling her tremble briefly at my touch. Lightly squeezing her shoulder muscles, I massaged her until I felt her begin to relax. Then I slid my hands down the front of her chest to her breasts. I'd already fondled them in the office that afternoon, so I anticipated the reaction I observed earlier when I grasped her nipples firmly between my fingertips, and began to softly roll them, back and forth.

Cathy's head fell back until she reached my shoulder, and her breathing began to turn into gasps of pleasure. My arms were containing her shoulders so she was unable to move away from me, giving her little choice but to endure. I cupped her breasts in my hands, and squeezed them gently, hefting them to feel their weight.

This was no longer the antagonistic competitor that I had encountered in my offices day after day. Her demeanor had changed almost completely, now with the lack of clothing, and the gradual loss of control I imposed upon her. Why she continued to allow me to do so was still a mystery to me. However, I was determined to remain on the alert for any kind of backlash as my plan continued.

In the meantime, I was allowing myself to drift into the pleasure of caressing her lovely breasts, and bending down over her neck to taste her skin for the first time. I knew that I was beginning to weaken in my resolve, my traitorous senses taking in deep gulps of her essence. To counter this, I drew her earlobe into my mouth, and bit it gently, not too hard, but enough to cause her to cry out a bit.

I paused for a moment, expecting her to say either 'Stop', or to end this whole process by finally saying 'Uncle', but she had once again brought herself under some level of control. As I continued to take bolder liberties with her breasts, she began trying to pull away from my hands a bit; inadvertently pushing her ass back into me, her bound hands now pressing against my fierce erection.

We both suddenly stopped for a moment, realization of what had just happened crossing our minds at about the same time, I guess. Nothing happened for a bit, and then I began feeling her fingers tentatively, carefully, ever so lightly exploring my sadly neglected shaft. Now it was my turn to catch my breath, something I desperately tried to conceal from Cathy.

I immediately thought about backing out of her reach, but my body wouldn't obey my mental command. Instead I surrendered to her soft touch, but figured I'd get some background out of her to help distract me from her gentle exploration of my genitals.

"Cathy," I started. "Why do you insist on confronting me on all business issues while we are at work?"

As l finished that question I gave her nipples a bit of a pinch, just to accentuate the question. In response to my pinch, Cathy gave my cock a little squeeze as well, causing me to jerk reflexively, and clear my throat, just like an idiot.

Watching the back of her head for a few moments, I was about to say something else when she began to respond to my question.

"I was an only child, and not the boy that my father had hoped for. He wanted a son so bad, and I could see the disappointment in his eyes whenever we were together. He tried to compensate for his 'loss' by warning me constantly that women in this culture were always being taken advantage of. That they were not capable of defending themselves against the degradations of the superior male intellect."

I was surprised, but I still continued to caress her breasts, which I found to be oddly stimulating to me, but comforting as well. She had not moved from her position in front of me, which was a bit surprising in itself, considering what I was doing to her at the moment. Curiously, she continued to explore my groin which was firmly pressed into her cuffed hands as well.

She continued, "His final advice to me as I completed my college education in marketing was; to find the biggest, baddest, marketing marvel in the company I worked in, and take him down! That would be the only way that I, as a woman, could gain respect. He was the smartest person in the whole world to me, and I felt that I'd disappointed him by being a woman. I made it my goal in life to live up to his advice."

Hmmm... I thought. That would help explain her persistent aggressiveness towards me at work, and also her resentment at being assigned as a mere assistant to me, however temporary, after she had already struggled to become a manager over her own department.

I was curious about a couple of other things as well, so I decided to press my little interrogation a bit further. I suspected that the reason Cathy was willing to give me some answers was the same as mine for asking questions; a distraction from what I was doing to her body.

"I've never heard you mention anything about a social life. Do you have a significant other?"

I cautiously used the expression significant other simply because I had no real idea where her preferences lay in that regard. She was still the proverbial Mystery Woman in our company. While I was busy 'entertaining' my reluctant guest, I didn't want to end up with any unpleasant surprises, like jealous boy or girlfriends.

"No time; too busy," she replied.

Yeah, I thought, too busy jerking me around at work. I continued to stroke the sides of her breasts with my hands, occasionally running my fingers up to softly tweak her nipples. The moans that came from her throat whenever I did that caused a little extra twitch in my cock, which I'm sure she noticed. She had continued to casually explore the outline of my erection through my shorts while we talked, and the pressure of it against the front of my shorts was beginning to become almost painful. For a moment or two, I flirted with the idea of releasing it from its confines since Cathy was blindfolded, but her caress was much too seductive; perhaps later.

What a waste, I thought. Such a beautiful woman, caught up in a mad race to super-succeed against what she perceived to be overwhelming odds in a man's world. Then, another thought occurred to me. She still hadn't given me any idea of her sexual preferences. What she was responding to so far could have been provided by either man or woman; even a kitty I thought with a smile. As unlikely as it might seem, she might even still be a virgin.

"You can't mean that you've never had a relationship in the past?" I asked.

As I waited for her reply, I slid my hands slowly down the sides of her waist, feeling the smooth contours of her skin, her ribs, and coming to a stop on her hips. I could feel her response to my change in hand position, delaying her reply to my question for a moment or two. She had sucked in her breath at my touch, once again backing into me in anticipation of further movement. I didn't change position, but I softly massaged her hips; her body was beginning to have an almost addictive effect on me.

Finally I stopped long enough to give her a chance to reply to my last question.

Catching her breath for a moment, she swallowed a couple of times, and softly explained, "I dated a few guys while I was in college, but I couldn't get serious with anyone because of my schoolwork. After graduation, I got a sales job on the west coast for a while, and fell for one of the guys in HR. We lived together for several months until I discovered that his vision of a perfect relationship had me in the role of an unemployed homemaker. We broke up after that revelation."

I felt her chuckle a bit after that remark.

Sensing that she was finished with her explanation, I resumed my exploration of her body. She had answered both questions remaining in my mind about her sexuality. I'm not really sure why that was so important to me, since our relationship these past couple of years had been adversarial at best, but it was. And she was quite likely not a virgin, so there was little chance that I'd run into the awkwardness of 'first time' fear and skittishness.

She had flinched a little when I'd resumed my touch, and I looked down to see her hands reaching around for me, but I'd moved back a bit when we'd paused for the last questioning session. It wasn't intentional, but I was surprised that she'd apparently wanted to resume her own exploration of me during this session.

There was one more thing that I wanted to accomplish before this evening wrapped up, so I backed away from her, dropping my hands from her waist. Moving back around to the front of her, I reached up and snapped the silver chain into her collar. Startled, she instinctively tried to step back. I still had the chain in my hand so I brought her up short.

Pulling her to me until she was inches from my chest, I looked down on her blindfolded face. Even with that device on her face she was a beauty, I thought. From my extra height on her—a bit more than 6 feet tall—against her 5 foot 6 inches, she no longer looked to be a formidable peer. Since she could neither see me, nor use her arms to protect herself from me, I knew that she'd given up a lot of herself to me this evening in trust. Making some progress, I figured.

I leaned in quietly to the side of her face and whispered in her ear, "Do you still trust me?"

Whether she thought that she had no choice but to reply in the affirmative, or that she was really confident that I'd do nothing to injure her in this position, she whispered back, "Yes."

I put my forefinger against her lips, as I'd done one time before. Puffy in passion, she quickly compressed them in defense against my intrusion, but my persistence won over and she slowly relaxed, allowing my finger to enter her mouth. Again I rubbed my finger across her teeth; the same finger that I'd used to taste her earlier. As I felt my way deeper into her mouth, she joined my finger with her tongue, and began softly to suck it. Pinching her lower lip once again, I dropped my hands to her shoulders.

Lowering my voice, I softly pushed her toward another type of surrender in my game.

"Yes . . .what?"

Even with the blindfold on, I could see that she was having difficulty understanding the implication of my last question. I gave her a couple of minutes to think about it, while I softly breathed into her ear. Finally it seemed to occur to her that I was seriously waiting on her to reply, and what the answer I wanted might be.

With a deep sigh, she dropped her head and whispered so softly that I had trouble understanding what she'd said, even with my face just an inch or two from hers. "Yes . . . Sir."

Well it wasn't the answer that I'd expected from all of the material on bondage that I'd been forced to review lately, but "Sir" was close enough to satisfy me. I didn't think that I'd feel comfortable being referred to as "Master" anyway, and I knew that it'd taken a considerable leap of trust to release this important part of her personal defenses to me. For two people who knew very little about the concept of a "formal" Dom/sub relationship a couple of days ago, I felt we were making some significant progress, at least for me. Of course, there was always the possibility that I'd still fuck things up royally.

As I looked down the front of her beautiful body, I was still warm from the liberties that I'd enjoyed with her breasts just moments ago. The memory of her feel upon my hands would probably be one of the last memories I'd ever have on this earth. Soft, firm, warm, supple—what else could I add? Maybe addictive? I knew that I wanted to do this again and again.

Then I moved my gaze further down her body, to the area from which I could sense a combination of her heat, the soft fragrance of her perfume, combined with the musky odor of her passion. Heady stuff, that. It was that gentle aphrodisiac that had been taking over my emotional control this evening, and caused me to take yet another risky chance in my domination of Cathy.

Slowly sliding my hands down the sides of her arms, I allowed them to rest upon her naked hips as I knelt before her exposed pussy. It was wet, very wet, and what I was able to see of her labia appeared to be fairly swollen, which would indicate to me that she was very close to some sexual closure.

I reached between her knees with my hands, and gently urged her to spread her legs a bit, something she resisted at first, but as I began to stroke her knees with my hands, she gradually followed my pressure and slid her feet apart until I released her, about two feet between her bare feet. From that perspective I got a much better view of her little treasure. My face was now about 6 inches from her pussy lips, and her scent from that perspective was quite strong, intoxicating. Damn Mother Nature anyhow!

She obviously felt the soft breeze of my breath on her exposed labia, just from the motion of her hips as I examined my prize very closely. Swollen, soaked in her juices, and almost seeming to glow a bright pink, it was the stuff of adolescent dreams. I reached out to her upper thigh with my right hand, and slowly began to move towards her center. As I did so, she began to tremble, and I heard her begin moaning in earnest.

As my fingers approached her swollen lips, she began to vocalize a bit more, and I heard her gasp, "No, please no; not that. Oh my god, I can't stand it much more."

What I didn't hear was either of the two safety words that I'd given her to put this game to rest.

Thinking she might have forgotten her escape words in the heat of passion, I quickly asked her if she remembered the words I'd given her to stop whatever it was we were doing.

Shaking her head back and forth, her hair swinging wildly across her face she replied in a shaky voice, "Yes!"




Seven Days of Service - Day 02



I asked her then, "Do you want to use either of them?"

Just as my fingers reached her pussy, she whispered loudly, "No! You won't beat me like this."

She'd flinched as I touched her soppy lips, but defiantly thrust her hips back into position as she made her last statement. I now had what I'd hoped I'd have, but she hadn't begged me for a finish yet, whether by hand or by . . . well, you know.

With her trembling in place, blindfolded and with her arms bound behind her back, she was definitely in an awkward position. On the other hand, she seemed to be enduring the 'sweet torture' I was inflicting on her quite well. I did note however, that I'd lost my new title in this newest test of wills, something I was determined to regain before the night was over.

My hand was still firmly pressed against her dripping cunt, and she had nowhere to move, at least that she could see. I slowly began moving my hand back and forth across her pussy lips, allowing them to lubricate my fingers with her wonderful juices. Although her hips were moving about in response to my ministrations, I couldn't tell whether she was trying to avoid my touch or to chase my movements simply to increase her pleasure. One thing I did notice however; she was keeping her feet apart during my quiet invasion of her body.

Her groaning increased as I continued to massage her pussy lips with my hand, her breathing now coming in deep gulps. She began to give herself up to the moment and her hips began to take short jerks back and forth, increasing the friction and speed with which I attended to her cunt.

I could hear her talking to herself now, "No, no, no," over and over again, interspersed with, "Not now, please not now." Wanting to make sure that I could hear whether she was going to utter either of the escape words, I stopped abruptly and listened carefully.

Her hips were still moving against my hand, but when I stopped she let out a long groan, and burst out, "Oh god, please keep going; don't do this to me. Please!"

"Please what?" I responded. I began to move my hand once more, but very, very slowly.

What I could see of her face that wasn't hidden by the blindfold was bright pink, almost red, and her lips were compressed in what I could only guess was frustration at this point. I began to slip my forefinger between her lips, but stopped just as the first digit entered her body, and waited.

Trembling, Cathy blurted out, "Please keep going . . . SIR!"

Satisfied, I continued to press my finger into her cunt, adding another when I was convinced that, in her excited state, she had no problem with lubrication. As I reached the limit of my fingers inside her, she began to shudder, building up gradually until I curled them upwards into the roof of her vagina. As soon as I touched her on the inside, I brought my thumb down onto her clitoris, gently pushing the protective hood back into her body.

The shuddering became a spasm, and I watched as her abdominal muscles became rigid. Several things happened nearly at the same time, and I was hard pressed to keep up with them.

She finally brought her legs together, effectively trapping my hand in her pussy, and letting out a loud final groan, sank down to her knees in front of me. Unable to back away from her—and quite frankly I didn't want to—I was able to provide support for her face as she fell over my arm in exhaustion. With my free hand, I caressed the back of her head, occasionally reaching under her chest to caress her lovely breasts.

Finally she managed to catch her breath once again, and faintly whispered, "Stop."

This was the first opportunity that I had to be able to give her confidence in the safety of the escape word. I gently helped her upright on her knees, and then to her feet.

Moving behind her, I unsnapped the cuffs, and removed the blindfold. Her body was still trembling, and there was a light sheen of perspiration over her body. I stepped back and gave her time to adjust her eyes to the light and rub her wrists, and I asked her if she wanted to freshen up in my bathroom.

Shaking her head no, she began to sob and tears rolled down her cheeks. Sensing that I'd finally stepped across the line with her, I told her she could get dressed and go home. I watched as she quickly grabbed up her sweatshirt, jeans and shoes. Throwing them on in a flurry she headed out the door without so much as a word.

What now, I thought? Despite my apprehension about the future of this exercise, I was still compelled to relieve myself from the intense sexual tension that had accumulated in my balls this evening. Without even leaving the living room, I dropped my shorts and began a thoroughly therapeutic jack-off session with my angry friend, an exercise that had become all too familiar these past few years.

As I finished relieving myself, it occurred to me that she'd never uttered the "deal-breaker" word. She never said, "Uncle."

(To be continued in Seven Days of Service -- Day Three)



Seven Days of Service - Day 03



Seven Days of Service – Day One

Wednesday morning came early this week, and I was still dealing with the angst of having probably fucked up a perfectly imperfect bondage scheme by trying to rush into it too fast. My hope at this point was that Cathy would simply blow off the incident, and allow me to change direction on our terms of service. After all, I still would love to have her continue cooking for me, and I could add cleaning and general housekeeping services into the mix to satisfy the service requirements.

Sitting at my desk, I sipped my coffee and reviewed the day's workload and was surprised to find it exceptionally light. After the stress and tensions of the past couple of days, I decided I'd take the afternoon off for a change, and get some laps in my swimming pool at home. The weather was perfect, I had cold brews in the fridge at home, and I could fall back and regroup on this service issue.

I was scanning the last couple of reports when my office door opened. Looking up, I was surprised to see Cathy turn and lock the door, then walk to the front of my desk. Looking at the wall, I saw that it was already 10:00 a.m., and looking back at her noted that the collar was still attached to her neck.

Remaining in front of my desk to display her obedience to my instructions, she locked her eyes directly onto mine, unbuttoning her blouse to reveal that she was still quite bare, something my cock was quick to pick up on. This time, leaving her breasts bare, she reached down and pulled up the hem of her skirt, revealing that she had not worn any undergarments either.

Before she could cover back up and leave, I decided to see if I could push her threshold of comfort a bit more, and motioned her to come around the desk next to me. After a moment's hesitation, she dropped the hem of her skirt, slowly walked around and stopped, just out of my reach.

I motioned to her to raise her skirt once more. Still watching my face, she did so. Her pussy was almost directly in my face, and I couldn't help but notice that there was already a substantial amount of moisture evident on her labia and even showing on the sides of her inner thighs. The faint aroma of her arousal was already sending powerful messages to my libido, causing my cock to push out against my trousers even harder. 

Again, I made no pretense of trying to hide my own excitement; instead I sat there with my legs apart, hands on my thighs, watching her stare at my erection. 

To keep her a bit off balance, I reached out with my right hand and combed my fingers through her pubic hair. As I continued to scratch my way around her mons, I could feel the heat emanating from her pussy, and my fingers continued to collect the wonderful moisture produced by her arousal. Finally, I dipped my fingers directly into her cunt, sliding them deep within her body.

I felt rather than heard her gasp, and as I looked up into her face I saw that her eyes were closed and she was biting her lips. She held her arms stiffly by her sides, and her hands were clenched. But, this was neither the time nor the place for play, so I withdrew my fingers from her body and pushed her back away from my chair. Getting up, I looked down on her standing before me, and told her to open her mouth. 

Puzzled, she wrinkled her brow at me, but did as I asked. I then took my fingers and inserted them into her lovely mouth, and instructed her to clean them for me. Her puzzled look quickly turned into a frown, and I could see that she was weighing her response very carefully. After an awkward pause, I felt her tongue gently licking her fluids from my fingers. As she did so, she dropped the hem of her dress and began to button up her blouse. Once she'd finished covering herself up again, she took hold of my wrist, and worked her tongue across the last of my fingers, and stepped back. I saw a bit of defiance in her face.

After last night I thought our little game was over, and that was why I challenged her to a little sexual humiliation this morning. Certainly what we'd done last night was much worse than what I'd directed her to do just now. As she stood before me, waiting for instructions I asked her, "Were you all right with our 'sensitivity training session' last night?"

She dropped her eyes to the floor, and said very softly, "Yes . . . Sir." 

Wondering about how the session ended, I asked her, "Why were you so upset just before you left my house? You were crying."

Still looking at the floor she paused, thinking—then replied, "I was shocked and ashamed at what I'd done in front of you. I'd never lost control like that in front of anyone before. How could I have not only climaxed in front of you, but begged you to make it happen?"

"And yet you are here this morning?" I said. "Why?"

"The contest, I think. I don't really know," she responded. "I've never come up against this kind of situation before, and I'm a little confused. I need to find out what's happening to me."

"Well, for the purposes of this 'deal,' you ARE to provide services to me, services that haven't really been defined, right?" She slowly nodded her head. "Did I harm you in any way?" She shook her head in the negative. "So, for all intents and purposes, you belong to whom, at least for the extent of this contest?" I asked.

She thought about that for a few moments, then squinted her eyes and said, "You?"

I smiled at her, "Only four days left, Cathy. Then you can return to what you were before you lost this contest. A few more days of 'sensitivity training' and you can embrace it, or fall back into what you were."

As I finished saying that, I casually reached over to her with my left hand, and lifted the hem of her dress. With my right, I reached between her legs, and into her sex, dragging my hand slowly through her pussy lips. She trembled at my touch, but didn't move away.

Bringing my hand back out from under her skirt, I raised it in front of my face–in fact between our faces. She assumed that I'd make her clean my hand off again in her mouth, and half-opened her lips, but I slipped my fingers into my own mouth, licking the evidence of her arousal from them with obvious pleasure. As I noted her reaction, I smiled and told her, "Don't be so greedy, m'dear."

Shaken, Cathy struggled to regain her composure. As she slowly brought herself back under control, I told her that we were about to take a sabbatical from our Deal this afternoon at my house, starting at noon, and we'd re-evaluate our relationship up to this point. Since I was in charge of this project, I didn't have to worry about prior obligations on her part. "Noon," I told her, "wear something nice this time because we might go out this evening, and don't be late."

I'd already planned on picking up a stack of frozen burgers and some deli potato salad in advance of my decision to take the afternoon off, so there was little preparation for a meal remaining. All I had to do was fire up the grill and I was on my way. Now that I had company, I had to figure out where to go from there. I figured that I might do the cooking for the afternoon outside on the patio, and maybe I could take Cathy to the Harbor Bar in the evening to meet old Hattie.

Wade had approved of my plan to put our heads together on business out of the office, especially since I'd told him that it would take something like that to create a little bonding between Cathy and myself. After the little flare-up yesterday in his office, he was more than willing to go along with any plan that would reduce his stress level in the departments. I had a little different idea of the bonding I wanted to happen between Cathy and myself, but I spared him the details.

My work was already finished by 10:30 a.m., so I left the office to pick up the supplies for lunch, and to prepare the patio for our afternoon off. I changed into my swimsuit, eager to get in a few laps in the pool before Cathy showed up. That pool was the major reason I'd managed to keep my shape over the past few years, that and regular visits to my club's squash court.

Taking long strokes in the pool, I felt the satisfying stretch of my shoulder and leg muscles as I ploughed through the water, back and forth. All this time I was trying to mentally assemble some sort of sensitivity exercise that I could put Cathy through today, one that would advance my mission of teaching her a bit of humility in her treatment of coworkers, and at the same time to satisfy my own curiosity as to how far I could loosen her inhibitions.

Caught up in my own musings as I lapped back and forth in the pool, I suddenly struck upon an idea that I thought might test the next physical boundary with Cathy, with little risk to myself. Just then, I caught the sound of my backyard speaker announcing someone at the front door. Hopping out of the pool, I grabbed a towel from the patio chair and made my way through the backyard gate to the front of the house.

Spotting Cathy at the front door, impatiently tapping her foot on the steps, I got her attention and motioned her to follow me into the back yard. She was dressed in her "dowdies," but was carrying a small travel suitcase, which I presumed contained her evening wear.

My neighbors are not particularly close to me in this hidden cul-de-sac, but the builders had settled on an 8-foot privacy fence around my back yard none-the-less, which pretty much ensured that I'd be able to do most anything I wanted back here without the bother of prying eyes. As I watched Cathy examine the patio area closely, I'm sure the privacy assurance was on her mind as well, although it was difficult to tell whether she was comforted by it, or feared it.

I took her suitcase from her and placed it just inside the sliding doors going into the back of the house, then indicated to her that she should remove the clothing that she had on. Shaking her head, she slowly removed her sweatshirt, and dropped her jeans shortly thereafter. Putting her clothing on a wicker table nearby, I told her to remove her shoes as well, leaving her completely naked except for the collar around her neck. I was really going to miss this when the prize period ended.

Mother Nature was finally playing into my hands right now, because the day was becoming insufferably hot, with the sun blazing down on us. The pool area itself was screened in which help absorb some of the sunshine, but I suggested that we seek the small shaded section of the patio to situate ourselves in. I had taken the precaution to place two long, flat lounge chairs in that area for our use.

The grill was already set up, and I'd fired it up in anticipation for the burgers to come. I sent Cathy into the back room of the house to bring out the chips, dips and salads. As I placed the burgers on the fire, I helped her bring out the rest of the accoutrements for our quick lunch.

As we finished up, she reluctantly admitted that I'd put together a passable "man-meal," and then asked me if it were possible for her to get some time in my pool.

She had now begun to play into my plan, so I tried to keep the mood light by suggesting that since the sun was so hot today, it might be advisable for both of us to put on a little sunscreen for our own protection. As she lay back on the lounge chair, I got up to get the sunscreen container and the blindfold that I'd parked on the table next to us.

Telling her to stand, I got up and removed the collar from around her neck. As I did so, I noted a totally unexpected reaction from Cathy. As I removed the collar, she brought her hands up as if to stop me, a surprised look on her face. She glanced at me as though she'd done something wrong and was being punished for it. I quickly explained that I didn't want to get the collar stained with sunscreen lotion, nor did I think that the velvet would fare well in the pool. She nodded her head in understanding, but appeared visibly uncomfortable without the collar.

I then began to put the blindfold on her, and when she resisted in confusion, I explained to her that I was going to apply the lotion to her, and she in turn, was going to apply the lotion to me. That way, we'd be ensured that no spot was left unprotected. As far as the blindfold was concerned, well, that pleased me, and that was all she needed to know about it.

And, since I was cursed with an inevitable erection around her whenever she was naked, I could secretly hide my blasted lust from her long enough to proceed with my intended plan.

Instructing her to lay on her belly on the lounge chair, I positioned myself next to her on my knees. She had her arms under her face, and her legs were pulled tightly together giving me a little indication that she was a bit lacking in trust at the moment. 

Since my intent was to break through her barriers quickly this afternoon, I grabbed her ankles and pulled her legs apart, dropping her feet on either side of the lounge chair. When she tried to bring her legs back together, I slapped her on the ass one time, startling her into a quick submission. 

Once she'd gotten used to the idea that I was back in control, she allowed me to place her delicious body parts wherever I wanted. My view at the moment was directly on her ass, and my own body was reacting as expected. Now that I had applied the blindfold to her face, all she could do was guess what I was going to do and I thought that would work in my favor.

"Slow and easy," I recalled.

Pouring sunscreen in the palm of my hand, I allowed it to warm before I began applying it to her foot and ankle. She flinched at my touch, but as I began massaging the lotion into her skin, she relaxed once more. Slowly I took her foot and worked my way up her calf to her knee, gently kneading it into her skin. Aside from the sounds of nature around us, and the bubbling of the pool pump, everything was quiet, almost meditative.

I thought back to last week, when we were still adversaries, and marveled at the changes that had overtaken Cathy. Me too, I suppose. I couldn't imagine myself ever being the same again after this week. As I'd discovered surprises in Cathy, I'd discovered some in myself as well. I didn't want this to go away, but I knew that my efforts to come to grips with this new set of feelings extended through Sunday, then back to the grind.

Taking her other foot, I repeated my application of sunscreen to it as well. I was pleased to hear a soft groan of pleasure from her as I gently worked the lotion into her skin. This was an exercise well suited for meditation, I thought.

I wasn't sure whether she knew how exposed she was to me, but as I glanced up her legs I saw clearly the lips of her sex, damp with the pleasures that she was experiencing right now. My reaction was predictable, erection desperately trying to escape the confines of my trunks. I knew where I wanted this to go, but I was unsure how the test would work out.

Finishing off her calves, I moved up to her thighs; cautiously, I began applying sunscreen to her thighs, gently massaging her muscles, but moving up gradually until I reached the bottom of her ass cheeks. Once I arrived at that point, she clenched her butt tightly, intending no doubt to keep me from reaching my ultimate goal.

I slapped her on the ass to remind her that I was still in charge, and she relaxed her butt. I moved on to her other thigh, giving it the same treatment that I'd given her right leg. This time when I reached the bottom of her ass, she remained relaxed. I stayed there for a moment, and then moved up to her shoulders, trying to shake her focus up a bit. 

She fidgeted, but relaxed once more when I began applying the sunscreen to her neck and shoulders. Moving down her shoulder blades, I took full advantage of my position to run my hands up the sides of her ribcage, brushing the swell of her tits with my fingertips. I slowly worked my way back down to her ass cheeks, which I began massaging from the bottoms up, gently drawing them apart. Feeling what I was doing, Cathy tried to clench her butt cheeks together, but a quick swat from my hand on her ass reminded her that I was still in charge.

Looking into her delightful crevice, I saw that her pussy lips had become a bit reddened and swollen, and her juices were spread abundantly around her entire crotch, including her little asshole. Curious, I allowed one of my hands to briefly rub over her little tan anus, and she quickly clenched her butt cheeks once more. Reflex again, I decided as she just as quickly relaxed herself again. I had other plans for this afternoon however, so I told her to roll over so I could grease her up on the front side.

Probably relieved to change my direction after the narrow escape with her lovely butt, she carefully felt her way around onto the lounge chair, and lay on her back. She had placed her hands protectively over her cunt, but I instructed her to place them behind her head instead. I watched her reaction carefully now, as she slowly complied with my order, leaving herself wide open and potentially helpless to my touch. I was hoping that her experience using the "safe" word last night would give her the confidence to continue.

She took a deep breath and her body seemed to relax, so I began the first part of my little sensitivity training session; hoping for much more of course.

While my instincts were screaming for me to stop beating around the bush and just fuck the crap out of her, my own "safety valve" in this whole exercise was simply to get her to beg me for it. Once she did that, I could forget most any threat of lawsuit against me or the company for improprieties, and give me an opportunity to expand the boundaries of this service period. I was beginning to enjoy my role in this little "game" a bit too much, I thought. What would I do once the service period was up?

Taking her ankles in my hands, I gently spread her legs until her feet hung over each side of the lounge chair as they did when she was on her stomach. Her resistance to this was a bit less than before, but I noted that for later. I was now able to see my ultimate goal completely, although she was probably trying to visualize how much she was actually exposing to me while blindfolded. My blood was pounding in my head and in my groin, as I slowly began rubbing the sunscreen into her feet; first one, then the other working my way up her shins to her knees, and pausing for a moment or two while replenishing the lotion. 

During that time, I noted with pleasure that her pussy lips continued to collect moisture and to actually begin to open slightly, very much like flower petals. The effect on me was predictable, and I had to readjust myself continually as I began to slide my hands up her thighs spreading the lotion evenly across her skin. The combination of the scent of the sunscreen and her arousal was intoxicating.

As I got closer to her sex, she began to bring her knees together, but I gently pressed them apart once more. She seemed less resistant to me now, showing more of a token modesty than any serious attempt to evade my hands. I wondered if today would be the day when she finally surrendered herself to me completely.

Once I reached the top of her thighs, very close to her pussy, I stopped. Taking more of the sunscreen in hand, I moved up to the top of her torso, and began to apply it to her neck and shoulders, leaving her squirming a bit in frustration. She'd apparently thought that I was going straight for the "Home Run" and had mentally prepared for that assault. It would surely happen, but when I chose, not her.

I carefully applied the lotion to her lovely tits, paying particular attention to her sensitive nipples, rolling them around between my fingers. Her moans were getting a bit choppy as I obviously found areas of greater sensitivity than others. It was clear to me that her breasts were strong erogenous areas on this young lady, and accordingly, I paid them the extra attention they deserved.




Seven Days of Service - Day 03



There was a fiercely passionate woman locked up inside this body, and my mind was racing about trying to find the right key to release her. That she was now in my care, at least through the duration of our Deal was somewhat of a mixed blessing for me. Caution and deliberate action were my trademarks at work, but her affect on me, after years of avoiding relationships was beginning to break down some defenses of my own, and I had to be on guard for the inclination to make any hasty or rash actions in this game.

Nonetheless, I was prepared to get on with my little test with Cathy. I had finally applied lotion to her belly and had moved into her pubic area. Reaching between her legs I softly pressed my thumbs to each side of her pussy, which was now coated with copious amounts of her vaginal juices. 

The sweet smell of her arousal was quite strong now, and my cock had become painfully rigid, fighting the confines of my bathing suit. Soon, I thought; very soon. Spreading her pussy lips, I gently began rubbing my fingers through her wetness, very aware of her heightened sensitivity from my earlier touches. Her response was almost electric. 

She began moving her hips back and forth, and into my fingers. Whether she was trying to escape my touch or to chase it, the effect was the same. The more she moved, the deeper I pressed my fingers into her cunt, causing even more friction despite her well-lubricated lips. I looked up towards her face, and I saw that her hands, while no longer behind her head, were firmly grasping the top of the lounge chair.

Her determination to endure my probing was playing in my favor right now, as I continued to work my fingers in and out of her cunt, listening to her moan and keeping connected, despite the twisting and turning of her body. She was mine for the moment, and she was acknowledging it.

As she appeared to be about to come to her climax, I stopped suddenly, to see if I could get more out of her. She continued bucking against my fingers for a few moments, then began to plead with me to continue what I was doing. "Oh my god, what are you doing to me?" She cried. "Please, Sir—keep going; finish what you're doing. I can't stand this anymore!"

Hoping to prolong her torture a bit longer, I pulled my fingers from her sex, and simply touched her clitoris to tease her. Instead, my little miscalculation pushed her quickly over the edge, and she went into the familiar convulsions of her climax. Letting out one long extended groan, she brought her legs together in one last shudder, and then collapsed back onto the chair. I sensed I might have missed an opportunity here, but I still had one more play to make.

Not entirely satisfied with my manipulations, I waited until she'd had a chance to catch her breath, then informed her sternly that it was now her turn to apply sunscreen to me. She was still in the full bloom of her orgasm, lips swollen, the blush of passion extending from her breasts to her cheeks, and the sweet smell of sex in the air was swirling around us. I instructed her to continue to wear the blindfold, and to make sure that she didn't miss any spots.

I'd placed pillows alongside the lounge chair, so that I could kneel beside her without crippling myself, and she quickly found them for her own use. I lay face down on the just vacated chair, and prepared myself for the test to come. Getting my cock adjusted under me so as not to injure myself was paramount in my preparations for now.

After having gotten herself comfortable, she tentatively groped around until she felt my calves, then moving down to my feet, she carefully began applying the sunscreen to the back of my legs. The feel of her touch on my body was something that I had to guard against I quickly decided. There wasn't much about this woman that didn't affect me in one way or another, and I was now wondering if I could last to the completion of this test.

Moving up my calves to my thighs, she softly—too softly—applied lotion to them, sliding up to meet the bottoms of my swimming suit. She moved her hands into the insides of my thighs, causing my erection to harden even further, even though she couldn't notice it. Then, she moved up to my neck and shoulders, and expertly applied the lotion there as well. Finishing at my waist and the back of my arms, she announced that she was now ready for the front of my body.

Here it comes, I thought; the moment of truth. As I rose from the chair, I quickly removed my swimming trunks, finally releasing my cramped cock into the fresh air. It bobbled a bit, almost as though it were a compass needle, and finished pointing directly at Cathy's tits, although at the moment, she couldn't see it.

Lying back down on the lounge chair, I prepared myself for her touch. It soon came, and once she'd found my feet she quickly spread the lotion up my shins to the top of my thighs. Replenishing her sunscreen, she then began to massage the lotion into my thighs, causing my sexual tension to reach nearly explosive proportions. Controlling myself as well as I could, I held my breath for the next event, hoping that I wouldn't hear either of the control words tumble out of her mouth.

The only consolation I had to this situation was, it was entirely up to her now. She could continue or not, depending on her "tipping point" at the moment. I was relying on the fact that she was still flush in the glow of her own orgasm some moments ago, but this could go either way.

Moving up the insides of my upper thighs, she soon bumped into my balls, uncovered by a suit. After a moment's hesitation, she tentatively moved to the sides of my hips to discover that I was now as naked as she was, although I had no blindfold. Then, readjusting her position, she moved immediately to my neck once more and began applying the lotion to my upper body.

To say I was disappointed would have been an understatement, and I tried to clear my head enough to figure out what had gone wrong. Although I was enjoying her touch on my body immensely, I thought that this would have been the moment we'd have passed the next boundary. Then, I could have put the next uncertain phase of this game into play.

She liberally applied the sunscreen to my chest and abdomen, but once she reached my pubic area she stopped and rolled back onto her ankles. Watching her face from my vantage point, I noted that she seemed to be wrestling with some strong internal emotions. She couldn't see my reaction, but I was unable to see into her eyes to gauge hers either.

Finally after a long silent pause, she poured a bit more lotion into her hands, and moved back towards my body. My erection had not subsided during this delay, not even a little bit. It had already decided that there was going to be some satisfaction to be had, whether or not I had to apply it myself.

Reaching out, she touched the side of my left thigh, and from there she moved in the direction of my crotch, stopping only when she'd reached my balls. Then, very carefully, she began to explore my groin, moving from my balls to my rampantly hard cock. Now I'm not in possession of a "monster cock," but my dimensions are certainly sufficient to satisfy most any sexual occasion—especially mine. Cathy however, seemed to be particularly curious in all of the aspects of my sexual equipment.

She gently examined the length, width, and the rigidity of my instrument, for way too long I thought. I was ready to explode at any moment, and although I recognized the fact that yet another boundary had been breached, I didn't want it to end too soon.

Finally, she began applying lotion to both my balls and my cock, smearing it around to cover my hips as well. Falling into a regular stroking motion, along with a perfectly pitched massage of my scrotum, she quickly brought me to an excruciatingly intense orgasm. Semen seemed to come all the way from my ankles through my cock onto my chest and abdomen, exploding in pulsating spurts, draining me in slow, deep, throbbing steps.

She had kept a firm hold on my cock during my entire discharge, and knew exactly when I'd completed my climax. Releasing her grip, she slowly slid her hand up my belly, bathing her hands in my discharge, stopping from time to time to rub the slick between her fingers.

I reached down to retrieve my towel, which I used to clean myself off, and then to clean Cathy's hands. Before I could complete my work on Cathy's hands however, I saw her bring her right hand to her face to smell her fingers, then put her hand into her mouth to taste what I'd deposited in response to her attentions.

Catching my own breath, I finally got up from the chair, and grabbed Cathy under her arms and raised her to a standing position. Taking the blindfold from her eyes, I asked her if she was ready to hit the pool. Glancing down at my now semi-erect cock, she nodded, and we both dove in, completely naked and squealing like a couple of teenagers.

I automatically fell into my routine of rolling into laps, plunging my arms into the water, pulling them back and feeling the water flow forcefully past my body. As I continued to rip through the water, I glanced next to me and discovered Cathy doing the same, although she was taking shorter strokes, more often. She had found her own tempo, and was still keeping up with me. It gave me a new perspective to what made my lovely guest tick.

I decided to see what information I could coax from her regarding our respective positions within the company. I knew that she'd earned a lot of enemies during her stay at our company, and I thought I knew why. If I could get her past that thorny part of her persona in the company, I thought that she'd be a "killer" marketing manager, and could surpass even me as her target in the business.

We finally wound down after a bit, exhaustion ambushing both of us. Grabbing our towels, we dried off and wandered back to the lounge chairs in the shaded area of my patio. Grabbing a couple of cold brews, we sank back into the chairs to relax, but I noticed that Cathy was edgy, uncomfortable, and looking around almost desperately.

Thinking back for a bit, I remembered that look when I removed the collar from her neck. On a hunch, I found the collar and walked over to where she lay, and motioned for her to stand. Seeing the collar in my hand, her face relaxed into a more comfortable pose, and I deliberately secured it on her neck once more. Smiling, she sank back down onto the chair, leaned back and finally relaxed.

As we lay there in repose, I asked her what she thought about the folks that she worked with. While the information would be useful to me in trying to figure her out, my real goal was to distract her from what had just happened between us. I didn't need her to be focusing on "Oh, shit! What have I just done?" I didn't want to travel that route again, and getting it to the back of her mind as something that had already happened, and had been survived would allow me to repeat it without a great deal of effort in the future. And I DID want to repeat it.

After some thought, she began, "Most of my staff are a bunch of idiots, not listening to what I tell them, always fighting my orders." Her face showed her anger and frustration as she took this opportunity to vent. She looked a little less comfortable in her lounge chair right now, as she thought about the question I just asked her.

"And what is the general impression of my department?" I asked.

She didn't seem particularly anxious to answer that question, but finally she said, "You seem to know exactly what your department needs to have; to do what it needs to do. No one questions your directions, suggestions or ideas. Your staff is much more capable than mine."

"And you are basing this opinion on what?" I asked.

"I've seen you sit in meetings, simply allowing everyone to blather on about everything and anything. When everyone has run out of stuff to say, you simply tell them what they have to do. And they listen to you. Why can't they do that to me?"

As I thought about what she'd just said, it occurred to me that she'd missed an important and fundamental fact. It was about teamwork, and the fact that no one has all the answers to every question.

Finally I offered an observation. "Did it ever occur to you that the reason I let everyone have their say was because I didn't have all the answers myself? I hired the 'best of the best' when I assembled my crew, and it just made sense that I listened to all their ideas before I formulated my own. The reason they accepted my direction was simple; it was a compilation of all their ideas, and I let them know that."

I looked over at her to see what affect this was having on her, and regretted it immediately. Looking at her naked body laying on the lounge chair, my cock immediately came to attention once more, causing me to wonder where all this was going to end up. Her gaze was firmly fixed upon my erection, and I watched her tongue slide along her lips. There was a predatory look about her right now, and I needed to get her set up for the next stage of my planning for this evening.

Breaking into her reverie, I informed her that we were going out this evening, and since we'd already taken advantage of the pool—noticing that she was blushing—we should think about showering and getting ready for dinner. Watching her enter my home to take care of her grooming needs, I was reminded of something I'd not seen for many years; a woman making herself comfortable in my home.

I lay back on the lounge chair and reflected on our rather peculiar situation up to now. Cathy was a classical 'ball busting' hard charging young marketing manager, focusing everything into her work and unfortunately, her vanity. In such a rush to satisfy her father's vision of a successful woman in this dog-eat-dog business, she had apparently forgotten that there was much more to her than just work. Now, still not willing to give of herself freely, she used this contest to allow me to force her out of the zone of comfort that had provided her with the safe, predictable, colorless day-to-day drill of work.

Not that I was complaining, mind you. My single toughest dilemma was going to be dealing with my new found passion for domination once this contest period was over. The more I worked with Cathy, the more I wanted to possess her, all of her. Each successful break through her personal defenses was a jolt of sexual adrenaline to me, urging me to press on to the next step.

This was a game; we both knew it, but the importance of winning some portion of it, however you define winning, was taking on a life of its own. With her, it was a matter of how much naughtiness she'd be willing to allow me to force her into. With me it was to see how far I could push her, before she cried "Uncle."

Once we'd gotten ourselves comfortably dressed up for going out, I explained to her on the way to the Harbor Bar where it was we were going, and who we were about to meet. She had dressed up tastefully in a scarlet blouse that not only set off her black velvet collar very nicely, but allowed a small amount of her lovely cleavage to show as well. 

Her black skirt fell to her knees, which was probably a good thing under the circumstances, since she had followed my 'no underwear' rules of dress while in my presence. On her feet she wore black two inch patent leather heels, sling back style, and open-toed. Nice touch I thought, as I remembered back before the contest, when I was thinking that if it wasn't for her crappy attitude at work, she'd look good on anyone's arm.

Tonight though, she'd be on my arm, and what better way for me to celebrate her first voluntary sexual act during our prize period. Hey! I know it's not "The Home Run," but a voluntary hand job certainly represented an important milestone in our relationship to this point.

We arrived at the Harbor Bar just in time for Happy Hour and as usual, my Guinness appeared on the bar in front of me about the same time as my ass hit the stool. Hattie swiftly took control of the social aspects of our visit by introducing herself to Cathy, and captivating her instantly. 

I discovered several things within the next few minutes of our appearance in here. One, Hattie had guessed what Cathy's favorite drink was before either of us could say a word; two, Hattie could read anyone like a book, and within seconds she and Cathy were chatting away like old girlfriends, ignoring me completely.

The only event that saved me from chronic boredom was the arrival of Robert, from Hector Industries. Seeing me at the bar, he wandered up and gave me a quick slap on the back. Looking curiously at Cathy next to me, he cocked his head and raised his eyebrows; obviously an unspoken question regarding our status. Briefly interrupting Hattie and Cathy's energetic conversation, I introduced Cathy to Robert as a fellow manager in our company, informing him that we were just enjoying a rare evening together off the job.

As Cathy and Hattie started up once more, Robert pointed to a booth at the far side of the bar, and said he needed to chat with me. Seeing no better alternative, I wandered over with Robert to see what was on his mind.

"Y'know Scott, ever since I magically staffed this last project out of my ass, my board of directors is expecting me to staff our next one just as cleverly. I know you're up to your ass in alligators on the one you've just started, but do you think you could come up with another team of your finest for one about half the size?" He asked. Looking at his face, I tried to see sarcasm, but it suddenly dawned on me that he was dead serious.

I was quiet for a moment or so, trying to give him the impression that I was seriously trying to find a solution to his problem. Finally, I cleared my throat and told him that I might be able to help him on this one. 

I was quick to inform him that my staff and I had our hands full with his last project, but that I might be able to finagle a crack team under another manager from our company if he could provide me with a request for a proposal from his company. Laughing heartily, he surprised me by pulling a set of folded papers from his inner coat pocket, and pressed them into my hands.

"I had a feeling that you'd be able to come up with something Scott, so I had a provisional set drawn up just in case. My only problem was wondering when you'd return to the bar. Ambushing you at your office didn't seem like the cool thing to do, since I'd just engaged you in one of our biggest projects as a company."

As Robert and I dickered over the details of the new project, I kept looking up at the bar where Hattie and Cathy remained engrossed in chitchat. Every now and then, they'd break out in laughter, sometimes so heavy that I could see tears rolling down their cheeks. Suddenly I began to feel less comfortable about having Cathy meet Hattie. I had no real reason to suspect anything, but they seemed be getting along way too well.

Finally, I saw Cathy get up and wander towards the Ladies Room, so I excused myself from Robert, and stepped up the bar, where yet another Guinness magically appeared before me. "Getting a little nervous, Scotty?" Hattie asked, a smile crossing her face. 

"Naw, not really," I lied. "Just curious as to how you two were getting along, that's all."

Hattie picked up a blank tab sheet and began to scribble a few notes on the back of it. Finishing, she quickly passed it on to me and instructed me to stop by my little specialty store either tonight or tomorrow sometime to pick up the items on the note. 

She leaned her head into mine and said under her breath, "You've got your hands full with this one, Scotty. I like her; I like her a lot, but she's got a powerful lot of stuff bottled up inside her, and you might be in for one bumpy ride when it all comes out."




Seven Days of Service - Day 03



Putting the note in my pocket, I thoughtfully sipped my beer, asking Hattie, "Just what the hell were you guys laughing about anyhow?" Eyeing me carefully, Hattie replied, "Just 'girl talk,' Scotty; girl talk. You know, just like 'guy talk.'" 

Looking at her I could see that I'd gotten all I could from her, at least for tonight, and settled myself in for Cathy's return. Leaning in to me once more, Hattie gave me one last piece of advice. "Those items on the list? Blindfold her before you apply them, and in addition to my earlier advice to take it 'soft and slow?' Soft and gentle this time; less will end up being more with this one." Then, winking at me, she moved on down the bar and topped off a couple of the other customers.

Cathy finally strolled back up to the bar, and since she'd finished her drink and it was getting late, I suggested that we return home to get ready for the workday tomorrow. After the workout in the pool that afternoon, and the drinks this evening, she was in no mood to argue, so we bid Hattie and Robert good night and left for my house.

* * * *

On the way back I tried to pump Cathy for information on what had gone on between her and Hattie while at the bar, but she had dozed off as I asked my questions. For some reason, I was a little put off by this evening, as I'd spent very little time with Cathy, and it seemed to me that my grip on her had loosened somewhat. It seemed that this 'domination gene' that I'd discovered in myself was asserting itself with a vengeance.

I woke her at the house, and invited her in to freshen up before she left for her apartment. I watched her carefully as she gathered her things in the living room, and was a bit surprised when she went about changing back into her dowdies in front of me, with no regard to her nakedness whatsoever. Apparently any concern about her nudity around me had been dissipated through familiarity. As she began to hike up her jeans however, I motioned for her to stop.

Wanting to leave a reminder for her who was the winner in this contest, I walked up to her, put my hands on her shoulders, leaned into her neck, and took her earlobe between my teeth. Nipping her gently until she flinched, I ran my tongue around the delicate shell of her ear itself. I then blew gently into her ear, gauging her reaction. I felt her tremble, and her head began to move into mine.

Moving my hands down from her shoulders, I brushed over her breasts, gently rolling her nipples between my fingers once more. Her moans were becoming addictive to me I discovered; I loved hearing them coming from her throat as I caressed her. Sliding my right hand down over her stomach to that little warning patch of pubic hair, I softly brushed the curly tendrils before inserting my hand between her thighs.

She was soaked in the juices of her own arousal, which in turn began to affect me as well. Shaking myself out of my stupor, I brought my hand up to my face, directly between hers and mine, and inserted my fingers into my mouth, licking them clean while looking her straight in the eye. "Don't let anyone ever tell you that you're not good enough to eat, m'dear." Gesturing for her to continue dressing, I intentionally left her hanging, just on the edge of frustration.

To the best of my knowledge, I was the only outlet other than herself for a sexual climax, at least for now, and the more on edge I could keep her, the more likely it would be that she'd invite me into the final consummation between us. I hoped. Just one 'crap-shoot' after another I thought. If and whenever she did, I had no idea what would happen to us after the terms of the contest were satisfied.

As she was about to leave my house, I gave her a new set of instructions for the following workday. "We have a staff meeting at 11:00 a.m. tomorrow," I reminded her. "During this meeting, I don't want you to say a single thing until we are summing things up. Nothing! Take notes; as many as you feel necessary to get the gist of what's being discussed. Once everyone has had their say, then—and only then—are you to issue your instructions to your crew. Understood?"

A little frown was beginning to form between her eyes as I was talking, but once I finished, she simply nodded her head, and left me to my own thoughts. As I closed the door after her, I began thinking.

My own thoughts . . . Shit! Where the hell were my thoughts anyway? This contest, as ill-conceived as it seemed, had forced two of the company's toughest managers together in a way that was impossible to predict when it started. Two solo souls, making their way through life with no clear goal in mind, being forced together to play a game; one of their own choosing no less. Only pride continued to bind the pieces together into a seamless flow. Damn! We were both just too stubborn for our own good.

Who wins; who loses? Hell if I know. It seems that we were quickly becoming drawn into this game more deeply each day. And trying to separate game from reality was becoming more difficult as each barrier was breached.

(To be continued in Seven Days of Service – Day Four)



Seven Days of Service - Day 04



Seven Days of Service – Day Four

* * * *

Thursday morning, and promptly at 10:00 a.m. my visitor strode through my office door, locked it and marched up to the front of my desk. Only four days into our period of service demanded, service provided, and this had already become a ritual. 

Unknown to her however, I lusted for this moment. The vision of her beautiful body, bared before me in submission, was intoxicating. Her power over me in submission was stronger than any arrogance she ever displayed before me in the past, a fact that I was determined to hide from her.

As she opened her blouse for my inspection and lifted her skirt to display her obedience to my instructions, my cock obediently rose to worship at the altar of her beauty, although she was unable to see it right now, tucked beneath my desk out of sight. 

However, in the guise of humiliating her further, I knew I had to taste her once more. Directing her around my desk to my side, I motioned her to lift her skirt again, exposing her damp sex to me.

As I watched her face, I noted that she no longer shut her eyes or bit her lips at my request. Instead, she was looking directly into my eyes, as though she was now expecting what was about to happen next. Reaching between her thighs, I slowly drew my hand across her vagina, soaking my fingers in her arousal, and reaching back up to my mouth, I slowly licked her essence from my hand. This was becoming a compulsion, an awkward one at that.

I dismissed her, reminding her that our staff meeting was about to take place, hoping that she'd remembered my instructions from the night before. Closing my door at her departure, I sat back into my chair and tried to compose myself. I didn't have enough time to jerk-off before the meeting, so I had to get my shit together so I wouldn't embarrass the lot of us.

As the senior manager, I sat at the head of the conference room table, with Cathy sitting on my right as assistant manager. Our project leads were arranged down the table on each side as they reported to us; hers on her side, mine on my side. 

Her powerhouse was Sonia, a woman as strong and as testy as Cathy. She was now on my project, I suspected, because their infamous spats had finally driven Cathy to dump her into my project to get rid of her. What she hadn't anticipated however, was her own assignment into my project as well.

The other assigned lead from her department was a rather nerdy young man by the name of Arthur—not Art—but Arthur. I was considered gifted in math when I was in college and beyond, but he dwelt in a land of his own making, often bewildering those about him who tried to understand his complex calculations. But those who took the time to decipher his cryptic comments were amply rewarded with amazing insight into the management of their project. He was difficult, but not impossible.

Nervously, I watched carefully as the meeting launched into full swing. Cathy sat by my side as my project managers began discussing the parameters of the list that they'd been presented. They were used to my style and had a free and open brainstorming session as I sat back quietly and observed. 

Cathy's leads simply sat back and watched her, not willing to offer anything of substance to the meeting. Cathy on the other hand, appeared to have listened to my instructions and was paying attention to the comments floating about the table, and taking notes as I'd instructed. 

Once in a while I saw her tense up as if to say something, but a glance from me silenced her, and she jotted down more notes. Every now and then, I saw her scratch out something and add more. I was interpreting that as changing her mind, a good thing in a collective discussion.

As the meeting progressed and her silence continued, her project leads began to become a little braver, offering suggestions of their own to counter or complement those of their peers. They still stole a look at their manager from time to time, as if to expect some sort of retribution for their audacity. Still, Cathy managed to retain her composure.

Finally, everything wound down to a standstill, and the project leads looked to us for comments. Nodding to Cathy, I encouraged her to address her team, and to my relief she began the summary with a compliment to the team for their input, and described a perfectly sensible composite of everyone's suggestions for working the next stage of the project. 

My leads were completely comfortable with the way the meeting had gone, but I noticed that hers were a little suspicious regarding the way things had turned out. Hopefully, they would have an opportunity to get used to this process, as Cathy and I continued her "sensitivity training." Things were moving along rather quickly now.

After the meeting finished, I slipped off for a long lunch hour to pick up the items on the latest list that Hattie had passed to me the night before. These items I was a little less comfortable with, and when I returned to my office, I spent a considerable amount of time on-line looking up information on their purpose and use. 

Finally I was convinced that I might be able to move into this new area of bondage with a fair degree of confidence and resolved to try one of them out that evening. Sending a note to Cathy to prepare another meal for two at my home this evening as usual, I reminded her that all current conditions remained the same.

The day went by fairly quickly and once again I took an opportunity to return home a little early to prepare for the evening ahead. I was still a little concerned about the use of the new items, but resolved to give them a try one at a time, to see what kind of response they'd elicit from Cathy. I was hoping that my edginess wasn't going to show through this evening.

As before, I'd just finished dressing from my shower when the doorbell rang. As if I were about to answer a curtain call, I composed myself and let Cathy in, securely locking the door as she passed into the living room. This time she didn't bother checking whether I was going to continue our venue or not, simply removing her clothing as she headed for the kitchen.

I wandered in after her, and after assuring myself that she was having the same effect on me as she usually did, I returned to the living room to wait until she was done with our meal. It soon occurred to me that I'd be missing some pretty fine cooking when this service period was over, as well as the superb visual treat of her deliciously sensual body moving about my home.

Dinner was called and proved to be yet another excellent presentation. I remarked to Cathy that she'd done a really bang-up job during the entire day, and that it'd been a long, long time since I'd eaten meals as fine as she'd cooked up in my house for us. This was the first time that I'd actually complimented her on her cooking, and I could see that the praise was well received.

I had continued to pointedly examine her physical attributes during the dinner as well, and she had begun to unconsciously pose her body in subtle ways to display herself to her best advantage, while trying to maintain a semblance of aloofness by frowning at me in disapproval.

Instead of giving her instructions this time, I simply got up from the table, excused myself and returned to the living room to see what she would do.

It was a very few minutes later when she sauntered back into the living room with a couple of cold brews in her hand. Stopping in front of me, she offered me one, then just backed off a half step and waited for me to begin our little 'exercise'. 

As I sat there on the couch, things remained pretty much as they had the first couple of nights. Me with my traitorous erection directed at her; her standing before me naked except for a velvet collar around her neck, and each of us with a long neck in our hand. She glanced over at the blindfold and the handcuffs sitting on the end table of the couch, a question in her eyes. In a moment, my dear, I thought.

I missed this view all day today, so I was in no hurry to wander into riskier parts of my plan for tonight. Besides, we both needed a few minutes to finish our beers. While we were doing just that, I asked Cathy how she happened to acquire her marvelous skills in the kitchen, which I assured her were considerable.

A dark cloud came over her face, and she took in a deep breath. I got the feeling that I'd pulled another scab from one of her personal sores, but it was a question that was too late to retract. This gal was proving to be more complex than I'd originally assumed.

"It was another one of my father's backup plans for me in case my current career plans went to hell." she began. "His deal with me was two years of culinary school, fully paid for. If I completed that successfully, he'd foot the bill on my four year degree plan in marketing. He was so sure that I wouldn't make it in marketing that he forced me to pack a 'girlie' parachute before I even started," she continued bitterly. "What he didn't know was that I was one of only four women in a class of 85 students in culinary school."

We both took another pull on our longnecks, looking at each other carefully. "It would appear that he cared for you very much, Cathy, despite his rather old-fashioned, chauvinistic outlook on life. He didn't have to do any of that for you, did he?" The look on her face right now showed a very conflicted woman, and I was thinking carefully about how to change that to the positive.

Finishing up our beers, we were ready for the exercise, or at least I was. I got up, took the blindfold from the table and secured it snugly around her head. Then, picking up the handcuffs, I secured her arms behind her back once more. This time she was a little bit less resistant to my efforts and soon we were both standing still, her blind and secure, and me full of doubt and apprehension.

Checking that she remembered 'the safe' words once again, I leaned into the side of her face and asked, "Do you remember who you belong to during this service period?" 

She nodded her head and whispered, "You." 

"Do you still trust me?" I asked. 

Again, nodding her head she softly replied, "Yes . . . Sir." My next question was a little bit more misleading, although she didn't know it yet.

"You know of course, that I have to taste you once more." I said. I was watching her face very closely as I told her this, and I thought I saw a fleeting smile pass across her lips. At the same time, I noticed that she'd absentmindedly moved her feet apart, probably anticipating my usual method of collecting her vaginal juices.

Instead, I pulled the instrument from my little shopping bag that I intended to test this evening. Looking it over, I admired the craftsmanship of the braided leather strips decorating the eight inch handle, and the cluster of white horse-hair that extended from it for another 12 inches. Both Hattie and my own research had described this instrument as a "warm-up" device for other activities, and that it represented a 'token' instrument of punishment. 

Its claim to sexual fame was its ability, when applied gently, of increasing the sensitivity of the skin wherever it landed, causing a tingling, or itching sensation that can be quite maddening unless relieved. I understood now why Hattie had instructed me to use the blindfold on Cathy before exposing the whisk for use.

Reaching out with my left hand I gently caressed her breasts, noting with pleasure that her nipples immediately hardened into tight little bullets. Squeezing each one in turn, Cathy gave out a most satisfying moan, which told me that she was getting into her 'groove'. Moving downward, I dragged my fingernails lightly across her abdomen, watching her muscles reacting to my touch, rippling and rolling in response.

Finally I stepped back, and began to review our workday with Cathy, much to her surprise. I reflected on her conduct at the meeting this morning and congratulated her on her composure throughout, and her excellent summation at the finish. "What do you think of your staff now?" I asked her.

Surprisingly, I saw a little sneer cross her lips, and she blurted out, "They got lucky this time, that's all."

She was too damn smart for this kind of bullshit I thought. Something else was at work here. I brought the whisk down on her left nipple with a little flick of the wrist. She jumped as though she'd been bitten by a snake, but without realizing what had just happened she just called out, "Scott?" 

"You're all right, Cathy, but I think you've missed the point about the exercise this morning at that meeting. You're the one who got lucky, but you just can't seem to see it." I replied.

"You had the advantage of the collective knowledge of our consulting staff at your disposal during that meeting, and you remained silent so that they could lay it out in front of you, for your analysis. At that point you were risk-free. 

I saw you taking notes during the discussion, and I also saw you making changes to those notes as the discussion wore on. You were doing what you were trained to do; making adjustments, changes, tuning and tweaking the various points of view. You just weren't willing to give credit to your staff or the process once your decision was made."

As I was talking to her, I was brushing the horsehairs across her shoulders, breasts, back and ass. Occasionally, I'd give the end of the whisk a little twitch, and send the hairs into a recess with a pop, such as the insides of her thighs, or the back of her knees. She was taking this teasing rather well, jumping at the more vigorous snaps, but overall, just reacting to the touch of the hairs. I'd even dared swish the hairs up into her pussy a couple of times; gently of course, since she had kept her legs parted a bit.

"You have to give something back to the group, Cathy, or it starves. We all depend on feedback, even you, even now." I noticed that she'd begun to squirm a bit, as the effects of the horse-hair whisk on her body began to take effect. I could imagine her skin beginning to itch, to prickle, and her being unable to relieve herself by scratching herself or rubbing the feeling out of her skin. 

"We all need the help of someone who can scratch an itch where we can't, and be willing to return the favor. " I continued, "You're good, Cathy, really good, but you could be so much better if you could really develop a team and use them to multiply your own effectiveness at work." As the effect of the whisk began to magnify itself on her sensitive skin, she began to twitch about more and more, trying to find some relief for her dilemma.

"What's the matter Cathy?" I asked her, "Do you need someone to help you scratch an itch?" 

Hunching her shoulders forward she shook herself in a vain attempt to relieve the sensations now overwhelming her tits. She was able to get some relief from the sensations now crawling around behind her knees by rubbing the top of her feet up and down the back of her legs, and I allowed her that. The front of her body however, she couldn't reach with her arms secured behind her back and I knew that the extreme sensitivity of her nipples, and eventually her pussy would prove to be an impossible torment for her.

I asked her again if she needed some assistance, and this time I got a reply. "Please," she begged. "Make this torture go away, I really can't stand it much longer." 

That the whisk was having a sexual effect on her was obvious from the volume of vaginal fluids that were now beginning to trickle down the insides of her thighs. The musky smell of her arousal was building as well, and my own effect from it was getting a little intense. Something had to give, and give quickly.

"If you want me to make this go away, you must allow me to taste you Cathy. You know that." I replied. As ridiculous as this sounded to me, to Cathy's severely agitated mind right now, it seemed to make sense, so she quickly gave me the answer I was hopeful I'd hear. 

"Taste me, then," she cried. "Just make this go away!" 

Setting the horse-hair flogger on the end table, I moved around to the front of her, watching her writhe a bit more before I reached out with both hands and filled each with one of her breasts. Squeezing and massaging them in my hands, I could sense the relief sweeping over her body, and the familiar moaning coming from her throat caused the blood to begin pounding in my temples once more.

To seal my deal, I stopped for a moment and said, "I scratch your itch—you scratch mine, right?" Feeling me pause, Cathy quickly agreed. "Yes, yes, yes—just don't stop!"

I continued to pinch her nipples between my fingers for a few moments, but then I dropped my face to her chest and took her left nipple in my mouth, another first in our contest. I was indeed tasting her now. Perhaps not in the way she expected, but then this whole exercise was filled with the unexpected, for both of us. As I nibbled and sucked my way about her sweet breast, I was rewarded with deep groans of pleasure and relief from my lovely captive.

Captive I thought? We were both captive to this game right now, neither of us winner or loser. I needed this woman right now just to live, as she did me. Right now I was living for the moment, pressing her soft breast as deeply in my mouth as I could, and nipping at her most sensitive nipple. A moment later I was attending to the comfort and relief of her other breast. All the while, Cathy whimpered and cooed in delight.

As I took advantage of her need for relief from the effects of the flogger, I couldn't help but notice that she kept rubbing her thighs together, now seeking relief from the torment between them. If there was ever a chance to tear through yet another barrier between us, now was the time.

Releasing her breasts, I took her by the shoulders and moved her back into the overstuffed chair next to my couch. Once the back of her legs bumped into it, I gently prompted her to sit, and drew her ass to the very edge. Her arms were still secured behind her and her blindfold was still snug on her face, so she didn't anticipate my next move.

Kneeling before her—not in submission—I put my hands between her thighs and urged them outward. Resisting at first, Cathy soon gave in to my persistence and I made a space between her legs wide enough for me to fit myself into. Grasping her calves with my hands, I bent her legs upwards and out, and plunged my face into her hot, very wet cunt. It was all I'd dreamed of, and more.

I felt no resistance from her as I drank directly from her cup of ambrosia, moving my tongue freely along and between the petals of her vagina, tasting it all, and relishing it all. Pushing my tongue as deeply as I could into her pussy, I tasted her core and was absolutely entranced. If she'd had her wits about her right now, she could have claimed my soul. Bound or not, she still managed to move her hips into and around my face, ensuring maximum contact between her sex and my face. 

Her first climax grew from my first contact with her clitoris, gentle but firm. I could feel it moving through her lovely body; first a tremble, then a thundering shudder ran through her hips. She brought her knees together against my head, trapping me between her thighs. I was in no hurry to pull away, so I continued to drink my fill of this woman while firmly in her grip and as the spasms died down, I was determined to extend this moment as long as I could.

Giving her a few moments to catch her breath, I stroked her hips and belly, urging her to relax. There was no telling when this moment would ever present itself again, so while I had her under my power I intended to take all that I could. I tried to convince myself that any incidental pleasure I caused to Cathy was . . . well . . . incidental.




Seven Days of Service - Day 04



She was exhausted, sitting before me on the chair, breathing heavily. I slowly dropped my face back into her pussy, and began to softly pull my tongue up the length of her lips, savoring the fresh offering of her delightful juices. I got a little adventurous and dipped deeper into her crotch, stabbing my tongue into her little asshole. She came alive once I'd done that and began to squirm with renewed energy.

Once more I began to probe into and around her marvelous treasure with my tongue and as I did so, I moved my fingers under her ass cheeks, pulling them apart to give me complete access to all of her treasures. I took my time, sliding my tongue around to reach all the parts of her wonderful body that I'd exposed down here. To check the reaction I'd gotten from her earlier, I gently scraped my thumb across her asshole, and again Cathy bowed her back and raised her hips off the chair, uttering a long, "Oh my god!" 

By now, my own agony of the groin had reached critical proportions, so I wasn't going to delay her climax much longer, no matter how delicious she tasted. Once her ass dropped back onto the chair, I inserted the tip of my thumb into her anus, already well lubricated with her juices and applied a gentle suction to her clitoris with my mouth at the same time.

Her reaction was predictable and quite violent! If I had any doubts about whether there was a wildcat bottled up in this marvelous body, they were quickly dispelled as she thrashed about in abandon, loudly. My remoteness in this subdivision, along with my 8-foot privacy fence undoubtedly saved me from the embarrassment of a visit from the local constable.

She had rolled onto her side, bringing her knees up to her chest, gasping for air. I rose from my feast and began to remove my clothing. My cock, relieved of its confinement, came to immediate attention.

I stood before her, naked and ready for the next test.

Once Cathy had composed herself, I reached over to her and snapped the silver chain into her collar once more. Raising her from the chair, I gently led her to the foot of the couch and pulled her to her knees. I sat back on the couch and straddled her form in front of me.

Tugging on the chain a bit, I reminded Cathy that she still had a duty to perform. I'd scratched her itch, now I expected her to scratch mine. My comment could only mean one thing and I saw the significance of my statement register on her face. She was still bound and blindfolded, so she began to protest that she couldn't do much trussed up the way she was.

I told her that she didn't need her hands or her sight to scratch the itch that I had. Tugging the chain a bit more, I brought her face closer to my cock, now twitching in anticipation. Although she couldn't see, I knew she could feel the heat from my body, but any hesitance at this point might screw my whole plan up. 

I repeated the mantra to her that I'd used before, just to make sure that we were on the same wavelength. "Cathy, do you trust me?" I asked. 

My cock was swaying about two inches from her lips as she answered, "Yes." 

"Who do you belong to right now?" I pressed. 

"You, Sir." She replied. No hesitation this time, I thought.

I smiled at her, even though she couldn't see it and said, "You owe me a scratch, you know."

Just as I was about to move those couple of inches closer to her, she suddenly leaned into my body, bumping directly into my cock, surprising both of us. She brought her face back a bit, and then tentatively moved back in until my cock was against the side of her cheek. Rubbing her face around my cock was a delicious diversion, but I really wanted to get some relief for these balls of mine.

Again, as if reading my mind, she slowly opened her mouth and captured the head of my cock between her lips. Holding me there for a few moments, she began to carefully explore my cockhead with her tongue, causing a great deal of sexual distress on my nervous system.

Clearly, I wasn't going to last the distance. Dammit! So much for the image of a big, powerful Dom!

She had just gotten into the flow of what started to be a most marvelous blow-job, when I began to feel the twist in my nuts that signaled my most imminent explosion. Since this was a first for us, I felt compelled to warn her that she was about to receive a gift from me momentarily.

Expecting her to pull back from my groin, I was again surprised when she suddenly began to perform a "super-suction" on my cock, bearing down on the length until she nearly reached the base of it. Wobbling her head back and forth, she pulled my trigger immediately, and I had little choice but to pump long, agonizing streams of my backup into her throat. I was further surprised that she swallowed it all, not what I'd expected her to do at all.

If she thought that she had ended her little ordeal however, she was wrong. I was so strung up by the time I'd gotten her lips around my cock, that a "quick draw" was not going to satisfy me. I'd taken her into two rather remarkable climaxes and I'd settle for nothing less for me.

I was about to tell her to get me ready for the second round, when she brought her head up from my lap and breathed, "My hands, please let me use my hands." 

There was an implied "this time" in her voice, so I reached behind her and unsnapped the clip holding the handcuffs together, allowing her to bring her hands to the front of her body. Leaning back into the couch once more, I watched to see what she had in mind.

She left her blindfold on, and simply rubbed her wrists for a couple of moments. Then reaching out she soon found my thighs and ran her fingers up until she bumped into my balls. As she cupped my sack in her left hand, her right found my rising cock and gripped it firmly, squeezing it a couple of times to assure herself that it was on its way back up. In fact, the whole process of watching her grope around for my equipment had inspired my cock to enter the game once more.

After stroking my shaft a couple of times, Cathy wet her lips with her tongue, and then leaned into my crotch to take my cock back into her mouth. For someone who had been my deadly adversary less than a week ago, she was working a miracle on my once proud manhood. As her tongue was dancing around my sensitive glans, her right hand massaged the base of my cock, and her left seemed to be absolutely entranced with my balls, stroking them softly, almost—lovingly.

Despite my earlier deposit in her lovely mouth, I found myself building up to another explosive climax. Her touch was driving me wild with desire. She had literally drooled all over my cock, providing lubrication enough to make her efforts to satisfy me smooth and sensual. I could feel her saliva flowing down off the base of my cock to my balls and then into the crack of my ass.

The sight of her beautiful tits moving beneath my cock finally became too much for me to ignore. Reaching down past her head, I took hold of her left breast, once again trapping her very hard nipple between my thumb and forefinger. Dammit, I thought. I loved the feel of her body, and her resulting moan caused butterflies in my stomach. Another side affect to her moaning transmitted directly into my cock as she now added a hum to her repertoire. It definitely wouldn't be long now.

Suddenly the little witch pulled the same trick on me that I'd pulled on her earlier. Using the saliva that had dripped beneath my balls, she suddenly pushed the tip of her finger into my asshole, squeezing my shaft firmly with her other hand, at the same time nibbling gently on the tip of my cock.

Her timing was nearly perfect. I exploded into her mouth, almost before I knew it myself. Milking the last bit of life out of my slowly deflating cock, she pulled her finger from my ass and with a final flick of her tongue on the tip, rolled back onto her heels.

We were both out of breath for a few moments, but I struggled to my feet, put my hands under her armpits and helped her to hers. Reaching to the back of her head, I removed her blindfold and as she was adjusting to the brightness of the room, I bent over her and kissed her softly on the forehead.

"You only have three days left, Cathy." I told her, as I hiked my shorts back up to cover myself. As she looked at me, I thought I caught a faint trace of sadness on her face. "You've done exceptionally well so far, but I think you need to do some more thinking about the relative value of your staff to your own efforts. I want you to consider the possibility of trusting the opinions and observations of your staff. Use them like a reference library if you will, then make your decisions. And Cathy, when they've helped you across the finish line...thank them. They'll thank you in return, trust me."

"Three days, Cathy, then no more lectures from me. You can get dressed now, and I'll see you tomorrow." I reached to her neck and unsnapped the silver chain from her collar.

As she turned to go to the kitchen to retrieve her clothing, I watched her lovely ass moving side to side, and I thought, "Three days left—then what the fuck do I do?"

(To be continued in Seven Days of Service – Day Five)



Seven Days of Service - Day 05



Seven Days of Service – Day Five

* * * *

Friday morning came around slowly, as the time on my office clock seemed to have stood still. After my third cup of coffee, my office door finally swung open, and with relief I noted that it was 10:00 a.m. I watched Cathy turn and lock the office door before walking to the front of my desk. Her collar was prominently displayed, as instructed. As in other mornings this week, she unbuttoned her blouse to expose her naked tits. Then, taking the hem of her skirt in her hands raised it to expose her bare pussy to me. She was about to drop her skirt when a thought seemed to cross her mind. 

Taking a deep breath, she made her way around my desk to take a place just in front of me. She still had her skirt raised and she was within my reach. As I reached over to touch her, she took in another deep breath and moved her feet slightly apart. Her face was red, whether from embarrassment or arousal I couldn't tell, but no matter, I had to taste her once more. She knew what I wanted.

As before, I scratched my fingers through her pubic hair before slipping my fingers across her very wet cunt. As she watched my face intently, I brought my fingers to my mouth and deliberately made a display of cleaning them with my tongue. Once I finished my little show, I told her to button up, but to return to my office at 2:00 p.m. for a discussion on project management.

Watching her leave my office, I wondered if I had enough time left to persuade her to fully enlist her staff resources, rather than compete with them. This wasn't rocket science, I thought, but her obsessive drive to prove something to her father was sure to derail her in the near future. All that beauty—all those brains—God, what a waste!

I was going to take two chances today; big chances. Time was running out for me—for us. My first big chance with Cathy would take place at 2:00 p.m.; my second would take place this evening. I began to dread the end of this week of service, mostly because of the changes that had taken place in me. Is the bondage game the ultimate in pride and macho bullshit, I wondered?

As tough as I tried to appear to her, it was obvious to me that she was becoming too integral a part of my life. What she was giving me, however reluctantly, I needed. Badly! Her responses as she gave into my demands only encouraged me to continue, driving the hook in deeper—into both of us.

The afternoon went by rather quickly as I was caught up in the details of my project. I called Robert and arranged for a status meeting Sunday afternoon at the Harbor Bar. I told him I had some information on his new endeavor that might make him happy, but nothing else. I also spoke to the project leaders in my group and invited them to a Saturday afternoon get together at my house for a little celebratory barbeque.

Before I knew it, 2:00 p.m. was displayed on my office clock, and Cathy came strolling in, closing, but not locking my door. As she approached my desk, I motioned her to the conference table near the windows looking out over the city. Sometimes it's great to be the big kid on the block; an office with a view in this company was a special treat.

"Have you given any further thought about the contributions of your marketing staff since yesterday?" I asked.

She sat across from me, wringing her hands, her eyes on the table. Finally she said, "I'll try Sir, but it's not easy to display weakness in front of these people." Her hand crept up to her collar and rubbed it, almost as one might rub a talisman. "I know they're smart, really smart and it scares me sometimes. When I started in this company a few years ago, I used to let them ramble on, but before long they took over the entire meeting, pushing me around. I couldn't have that. So I decided to keep them under control at all costs."

"You strangled them Cathy," I replied. "You blocked any way they could have given you information that you might've used to make an informed decision. Your authority as manager gives you all the power you need to make the final decision at the end of the meeting. Just set the ground rules at the beginning, and exercise your right at the end, just like we did yesterday."

"Look, I sure don't know everything—sometimes I wonder if I know anything at all. But I keep all my options open for input. Even Hattie, who you met the other night—uneducated in the conventional sense–has so much more "people" knowledge than I do, that I'd almost classify her as a National Treasure. Respect is earned. I've found that the longer I kept my mouth shut, the less folks around me know how fucking stupid I could really be." As I said the last, I smiled.

I could see that she was mulling all this around in her head, but I really had no idea what direction it was going. I could only hope for the best. I really didn't want her to get hurt, and I was really interested to see what she could do once she got past the crazy shit that she was dealing with inside her head. As if the stuff that was thrashing around inside my head wasn't crazy as well.

While she was thinking, I took the envelope that Robert had passed to me the other night and pushed it across the table at Cathy. "Take a look at these specs, Cathy, and tell me what you think about the project. This is a 'freebie' from me, but only if you can convince me that you have some realistic concept of teamwork. It'll land you back into your own department, answerable only to the idiots upstairs, and your client. Bring it and your observations with you when you drop by this evening."

"By the way," I added, "I expect dinner as usual this evening, conditions the same."

The rest of my day went by uneventfully and I soon found myself at home getting myself ready for my visitor. I checked the instruments that I'd already used with Cathy, and made sure that they were on the end table in plain view. The new gadget I left in its bag, awaiting trial this evening. I was a little amazed that Hattie suggested this one, and it gave me a whole new perspective on her and her experience.

Right on schedule, Cathy showed up at my door with the large envelope in her hand, and once I'd let her in, she started for the kitchen, taking her clothing off as she went. This was a sight I'd never get tired of, I thought. Placing the envelope on the kitchen table, she donned her apron and began her culinary routine. There was no pretense of modesty and she even seemed to glow a bit in under my careful scrutiny. 

If all this went away after tonight, I wanted to make sure that I had some wonderful memories to take with me. Her collar had become a part of her now and I watched as she occasionally reached up and touched it, as if she needed some kind of reassurance that it was still there.

When she completed her cooking, I went into the dining room and sat down for the meal. It was absolutely delicious as usual. I complemented her on the dinner and returned to the living room to await her arrival as had become our custom. As I sat there, I couldn't help but consider the fact that after tonight, that we were only two days away from the end of the service period.

Before long she strolled in, two longnecks in one hand, the envelope in the other. As before she offered me one of the brews and took a long pull on hers. She might have thought she might need the extra courage tonight, as she stood in front of me. Glancing to the end table and the items resting there, she again gave me a questioning look. I pointed to the envelope in her hand and motioned for her to place it on the end table with the instruments for tonight's session.

Once done, she reached out and brushed her hand along the horsehair whisk, curiously. Then straightening up, she stood before me once again. Naked and vulnerable, she looked like all my adolescent wet dreams rolled into one. I watched as she slowly took a half step closer to me and moved her feet apart. Not one to decline an invitation like this, I reached my hand to her sex, passing my fingers through her very wet pussy once more.

I could see that this was becoming a ritual, not only for me but for her as well. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath as I touched her, and when I brought my fingers to my mouth to taste her again, she was looking directly into my eyes. She looked—satisfied.

Standing, I reached down to the blindfold and placed it over her eyes

The mantra began, "Cathy, Do you trust me?" 

She softly whispered, "Yes." I reached down and picked the handcuffs from the table, and pulled her arms around to her backside. 

Once I'd secured her arms I continued, "Who do you belong to right now? " 

She lowered her head and said, "You, Sir." 

To help set the mood, I reached out and cupped her breasts in my hands; those lovely, lovely breasts. Tweaking her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers, I was greeted by those moans of hers that never failed to cause a tightening in my groin. 

Leaning my head into her chest, I caught one of her nipples between my teeth, and nipped it until she yelped out in surprise. Always one for balance, I then applied the same attention to her other nipple again until she gave me the expected response. I just loved tasting this woman.

I straightened up, and leaning into the side of her face, I nibbled on her earlobe, breathing into her ear. I could feel her shiver and shake as the warms puffs of my breath beat against her face. Moving back to the front of her face, I playfully nipped her on the nose, then lowered my mouth to within an inch of hers. Leaning in I opened my mouth and took her lower lip between my teeth, gently sucking it into my mouth.

This was as close to an actual kiss that we'd ever come to before, but I wanted this woman to know that all of her belonged to me tonight. Rubbing my tongue across her teeth, I then pushed it into her mouth which I found surprisingly easy. Touch, taste and complete control—it didn't get much better than this I thought.

Backing away, I picked up the horsehair whisk and asked her a work-related question, taking her completely by surprise. "So Cathy, tell me what you've decided about your staff in relation to the project that I passed on to you."

Stunned, she didn't say anything. Apparently she had gotten into that 'groove' that prepared her for a sexual adventure and the sudden change in direction threw her off guard. To get her attention once more, I flicked the whisk across her left nipple, causing her to jump. Before she could respond, I snapped it against her right nipple as well.

Shaking a bit, she blurted out, "I think I can do what you suggested with them, but I want you to sit in on the first meeting with me." Good answer I thought. I needed to get a firmer commitment from her though, before I turned the project over to her.

I lightly flicked the whisk back and forth across her tits for a bit, then I moved it down to her tummy, and further down to the insides of her upper thighs. She squirmed sensuously, at least in my eyes, as she tried to move away from the strokes of the horsehair. Moving around to her rear, I began swishing it across her back and down to her beautiful ass cheeks. Her skin was beginning to take on a rosy hue, and I could tell from her groaning that the itching and prickling was beginning to intensify, causing her some sexual discomfort.

Why sexual? As I watched her body, I couldn't help but notice that the secretions between her thighs had increased exponentially as I moved the whisk across her body, now beginning to run into the creases of her pussy and forming droplets in her pubic hair. The strong musky aroma of her arousal was also reaching out to me, drawing me further into this game of ours.

Finally, I remembered the last little device that I'd picked up for this occasion, and brought it out of its bag. Holding it in front of me, I had to shake my head and wonder what in the world old Hattie was thinking when she suggested the use of this. Examining the tweezer-like ends, I took note of the little rubber pads that covered the tips, and the fairly heavy chain that joined them together. A small sleeve on each end allowed the user to increase or decrease the pressure of the tweezers by sliding them up or down.

Hattie had assured me that the discomfort should be no worse than a pair of clip-on earrings, depending on how tightly the sleeve was affixed. Ok, I only had her word to go on, but it made some sense to me now. 

She'd remarked that she'd considered raising the temperature of the bar a bit once she noticed that Cathy's nipples had made a visible protrusion from her blouse on her visit to the bar, but decided instead that it was a sensitivity issue. This device was a compliment to that sensitivity she said.

As I took hold of her left breast, I felt her let out a sigh of relief because the fondling eased some of the uncomfortable sensations she was experiencing from the visit of the whisk. Taking her nipple in my fingers, I tweaked it once more, teasing a moan from her lips. Then I took the first nipple clamp and placed it on either side of the target. Sliding the sleeve up the length of the device, I tightened it enough to stay attached to her nipple.

Confused for a moment, Cathy finally figured out what I'd done and began moving her torso back and forth to avoid the next step. Slapping her right tit with the whisk, I told her to hold still. She did so, but began breathing in gasps.

To calm her, I leaned in and kissed her gently on the forehead. Then I made sure once again that she remembered the safe words that I'd given her at the beginning of this whole thing. She did, and wasn't ready to say them—yet. As I caressed her right breast, she seemed to settle down a bit.

Without giving her a lot of time to think about what was happening, I suddenly secured the other end of the device to her right nipple, ensuring that it was only tight enough to remain in place. Stepping back, I examined my handiwork. 

Both of her nipples were securely trapped within the pincers of the nipple clamps, and the chain hanging from them pulled her breasts down a bit, probably causing her some additional sexual tension. As she shook her torso to escape the sensation, she only increased the tension on them. Finally she stood still, but the previous effects of the whisk on other parts of her body began to demand her attention.

If I was going to truly possess this woman—entirely—I was going to have to make my move tonight. Saturday and Sunday were too filled with other activities to concentrate on to go in for the "Home Run." I decided to let my new 'instruments' do their job, plus my appeal to her sense of business process.

As I just stood there, trying to get my head around all of this, Cathy suddenly gave me my answer. Almost choking out the words, she asked, "Sir, c-could you taste me—please?" Her squirming told me the desperation in her voice was not fake, that she'd passed that mental barrier that kept her sense of personal control in check. She was begging.

I attached the chain to her collar once more, and instructed her to kneel on my carpet, facing away from me. This she did very quickly, hoping for some immediate release from me. I further instructed her to place her head on the floor and her ass in the air. She did this quickly as well. I dropped behind her and gently separated her thighs, causing her to blatantly expose all of her treasures to me. Dipping my head, I further spread her ass cheeks and began to feast from her open pussy.

Reaching under her to fondle her breasts, I ran into the chain connecting them, swinging gently in response to her body's movements. She was groaning now in earnest, her voice sending urgent messages to my cock, now in full response mode to my sexual adventure. Tugging on it carefully, I was surprised to hear Cathy groan out a breathy, "Oh god, yes." Apparently, old Hattie had read her right, I thought.

Flicking my tongue across her clitoris and moving up to dip it into her little tan asshole, I very nearly completed Cathy's pathway to heaven on the spot—but I finally got smart. I stopped, stood up and removed my clothing. She began to groan again, this time in frustration. Kneeling back down behind her, I gently rubbed my fingers through her sex once more, assuring her that I hadn't abandoned her.

Still kneeling behind her, I softly scratched my fingers over her ass and her inner thighs, helping to relieve some of the stress that she was feeling right now, but I left her cunt alone. I had my target in sight now, and I lined up my cockhead to her inflamed center. The only thing left was her demand for me to enter her body, and I waited.

"Sir, please don't stop." She begged. "I'm yours, you can taste me all you want. Anything! Just don't stop." She continued. I moved a bit closer to her, and allowed my cock to come into contact with her bound hands. 

"Do you remember my little itch, Cathy?" I asked her.

As she frantically examined my cock and balls, she nodded her head, saying, "Yes, yes, but I need relief now. I'm about to go crazy." 

"I know a way that we can both scratch our itch at the same time, and we won't have to wait turns. Kind'a like teamwork; together—understand?" Now Cathy might be a lot of things, but she sure wasn't stupid, and the implication of what I'd just said to her became apparent because of her sudden silence. I could almost 'hear' her evaluating the consequences of completely giving in to me now and I held my breath waiting for her reply.

If there was ever a time for her to use one of her 'safe' words, it was now, but she didn't. This game was full of surprises, I thought.

Finally though, her body made the final decision, as the urgency of her body to get relief from the effects of the horsehair whisk prompted her into saying, "Anything, anything! I belong to you; do whatever you want to me, but make this torment go away!" Not specific enough, I thought. My next question to her should get me the response I needed to put all doubts to rest.

"Tell me, Cathy, exactly what it is that you want me to do." I prompted her. I backed away pulling my fevered cock from her hands. The longer I waited, the more agitated she became, until finally she sputtered out, "Fff. . . Ok, Fuck me then . . .! Just do it hard, and don't stop."

From that moment on, I felt that our relationship had slipped into a new dimension—perhaps much darker. Not wasting any more time I plunged my hungry cock into her cunt, bottoming out against her cervix. There was no turning back now, I knew. 

Hearing her grunt as I reached bottom, I began pounding into her body, over and over in a tremendous release of sexual energy. Her vocalizations turned into expressions of, "Oh, oh, oh, yeah!" in a continuous litany.

Watching her face being driven into my carpet, I decided to release her handcuffs so that she could brace herself against my onslaught. I wasn't without some consideration for her helplessness. She immediately brought her hands around her head to the floor, and used them to help push her ass into my thrusts, matching me stroke for stroke.

It seemed that our competiveness had come full cycle, but now transformed into a contest to bring the other to bay. Her preparation for this session was her downfall, however. The intense sensations caused by the horsehair whisk had screamed for a release and would not be denied. 

Very soon, I felt her tense up, trembling, and prepared myself for her release. She slipped into a deep shudder and I felt her vaginal muscles clamp down on my cock. Bucking back against me, she briefly trapped me between her thighs as she slipped into a rather powerful climax, but I rode her out until she stopped, panting to catch her breath. I was amazed; not at her but at the fact that I hadn't even had time to achieve my own orgasm.





Seven Days of Service - Day 05



My cock was still deeply embedded in her body, firmly encased in her warm vaginal walls, not so patiently waiting for me to take it on another trip.

I heard her say something under her breath, but I couldn't make out what it was. "Cathy, are you all right?" I asked. She might have muttered one of the 'safe' words, and I didn't want to move beyond them if she had.

Louder now, she said, "I'm sorry, Sir. I know I didn't—scratch—your itch."

"You can fix that, though; can't you?" I responded.

"Yes, Sir," she answered. "Please, I belong to you now; take whatever you want from me."

I slowly rolled her over onto her back, spread her legs and bent them back towards her shoulders. There was no resistance this time. Her lovely sex was completely exposed to me now, and I fully intended to claim my prize. She still couldn't see, but there had to be no doubt what was about to happen to her in her mind.

I lined my cock up on her center, and sank it quickly into her cunt, reaching bottom in an instant. She responded with a loud gasp, which only inflamed me further. I quickly resumed the pace that I'd set while fucking her from behind and was gratified to hear her sounds of passion and arousal begin once more. 

Watching the chain connecting her lovely breasts sliding back and forth on her chest as I pushed her body back and forth across the floor, I decided to focus on touching her tits once more.

I slid my hands up her body until I reached the chain. When I bumped into it, I reached underneath it to grasp each tit in my hands, massaging them without disturbing the pincers that held her nipples in captivity.

She increased her moans and grunts as I continued my drive into her body, but suddenly, she reached up with her now free hands, grasped the chain and jerked it from her breasts.

Her sudden intake of air told me that she hadn't anticipated the pain that would accompany that action. Her next exclamation gave me conflicting messages regarding what she'd just done to herself. "Shit—oh my god—yes!" As soon as she uttered that comment, she grabbed my hands and pressed them to her nipples, urging me to fondle them, roughly. I suspected that the blood rushing back into her tender nipples had a lot to do with her reaction. Whatever, I thought—another opportunity—one I wasn't about to pass up.

Her hips were slamming into me now, matching me stroke for stroke and I soon felt that familiar warning in the base of my groin, signaling me that I was about to take this rocket to lift off. I was pleased to discover that Cathy had also begun the now familiar trembling in her body, slowly swelling into the shudder that warned me that she was preparing for takeoff as well. Her hands continued to crush mine into her tits and I simply allowed her to determine the level of punishment she was willing to endure. I was just happy with my hands on her beasts.

Finally I reached my tipping point and began to pull out to spray my discharge over Cathy. Sensing what I was about to do, she shouted out, "NO! In me dammit; I want to feel you in me!" and grabbed the hair on each side of my head, pulling my lips into hers. Grunting into my mouth through her orgasm, she somehow still managed to thrust her tongue deep past my teeth, dueling with my tongue. My climax took place on schedule and I began pumping what felt like buckets of semen deep into her body. 

After we each came down from our mutual highs, we still appeared to be firmly welded to each other—by the hips—by the lips. Cathy was still chewing on my mouth and my semi-hard cock was only reluctantly leaving the warm, wet, seductive confines of her pussy.

We'd passed through several barriers in our relationship this evening, and I still had not heard either of the safe words that I'd given Cathy to stop our game whenever she'd had enough. One thing was certain however, our lives were not going to be the same after tonight.

Exhausted, I removed the blindfold from her eyes and finished removing the soft handcuffs, now uncoupled, from her wrists. I brought her to her feet, pointed her towards my bathroom and instructed her to freshen up, dress up and return to the living room to me.

I pulled my shorts back up, and flopped back onto the couch trying to get my thoughts together. For the moment, I seemed to completely control one of the managers of our company with the most potential to become a superstar within our ranks. 

Hang ups? Yeah, big time, but nothing that couldn't be worked out over time. She'd already come a long way and I wasn't just talking about the sexual challenges that I'd thrown at her. That was simply for my satisfaction, I thought.

Eventually she returned to the living room, and she was once more dressed in her usual sweatshirt and jeans. Standing in front of me, she waited for my instructions.

I told her that we were going to be hosting a barbeque party for project leads here tomorrow and that she was going to be the hostess. Watching the frown cross her face, I quickly informed her that I expected her to be wearing a bikini bathing outfit and if she didn't have one to make sure that she picked one up before arriving at noon. 

I figured that it would be suitable retaliation for her bragging early in the contest that she'd have me hosting a "girl's night in" party, wearing nothing but a "ball-bag."

As she left I reminded her that she only had to tolerate this torment for two more days.

Two more days, I thought to myself, and MY torment begins.

(To be continued in Seven Days of Service – Day Six)



Seven Days of Service - Day 06



Seven Days of Service – Day Six

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The next morning, I left my house to do something I'd never done before; see what time the Harbor Bar actually opened for business. As it turned out, Harbor Hattie and her husband opened the bar around 10 a.m. for the early lunch crowd and while she was surprised to see me at that hour, she was pleased as well. I stopped her from plopping my Guinness in front of me as I entered, but still indicated to her that we needed to talk. Cocking an eye at me, she grinned and motioned for me to wait while she settled in the rest of the customers.

When she returned to hear what I had to say, she assumed that stoic look that I'd become familiar with through the years. When I'd finished, she simply winked at me and told me to bring Cathy around after the afternoon's activities and she'd play it by ear. In the meantime, she mentioned to me almost off-handedly, that the game I was playing was extremely addictive and to be sure that I was prepared to accept the consequences.

Thanking her, I returned home just in time to see Cathy pull into my driveway, dressed a bit better than usual since we were having guests, and she wasn't sure what the rest of the day might bring. The collar was still prominent on her neck as instructed, so I figured she was still conforming to the terms of our deal. My "mind's eye" however, was able to visualize every square inch of her naked body beneath that façade. In recognition of this, my cock had already begun stirring, much to my discomfort.

Ushering her quickly into the house, I told her to change into her bikini and report to the kitchen for further instructions.

While she was changing, I recalled the taunts that she'd shot at me in earlier weeks of the contest. Her promise to have me serve as the host to a party of her girlfriends in a "ball-bag" was particularly irritating. What she didn't know right now was exactly who I had invited to our little BBQ. This time I'd taken an opportunity to invite the project leaders from her department as well, since they'd be joining me in working on this contract. If I remembered correctly, that would make it three males and two females in their party if everyone showed up, seven of us in all.

As Cathy returned to the living room I marveled at how well she filled out a bikini. She was almost as sensuous in the bikini as she was in the nude. The outfit that she had on was not overly revealing, but enough of her was exposed to pose a serious challenge to my resolve. I reminded her that she was going to be the appointed hostess for my little get-together and expected that she behave accordingly.

My guests were expected around 1 p.m., so I had plenty of time to prepare for their arrival and to make sure that Cathy knew what her responsibilities were to be during the visit. She was expressing a bit of annoyance that we wouldn't be alone for the afternoon, but I assured her that her service duties to me during the get-together were as hostess; nothing more. I also promised to take her out of the house after the party and treat her to the Harbor Bar again if she behaved herself.

Looking suspiciously at me, she reluctantly wandered back to the kitchen to prepare the snacks that I had ordered the day before. The only consolation she had at this point was that I had allowed her to wear something. I was sure that she'd have objected otherwise and she'd have been within her rights to call "foul."

Finally, my guests began to arrive and I greeted and escorted them into the living room in preparation for the basketball game beginning at 1 p.m. Cathy and I had spread out the snacks on the end tables and coffee table in anticipation for the event, but she remained in the kitchen for now, partly I guessed out of embarrassment. She'd have done the same to me if she'd won, so I had little sympathy for her plight.

All of those invited turned up for the game, much to my surprise. It must have had more to do with the conditions of the "Deal" more than anything else, I thought. Some bit of novelty in their lives I suspected. Nonetheless, they settled into the chairs and couch to get comfortable for the sporting event on TV with drinks and snacks.

Wanting to surprise my guests and give them "visual" proof that I was actually using my contest prize, I turned and shouted towards the kitchen, "Cathy, please bring a cold six-pack out here for our guests." 

I watched as five faces turned to me, a question mark on each of them. After waiting a bit for the refreshments to arrive, I decided to return to the kitchen to see what the delay was.

Just as I was about to reach the doorway, Cathy slowly walked out with six beers balanced on a serving tray. Glaring at me as she passed by, she walked into the living room and stopped abruptly. Walking up to her I saw that her face and upper body had suddenly turned bright red and from the look on her face it wasn't from simple embarrassment. She was furious! Suddenly I could see that this wasn't going to be the cakewalk that I thought it'd be.

I stepped up to her and attached the silver chain to her collar, allowing the end to dangle between her breasts. This time there was no expression of surprise or resistance, as she merely accepted the action, still glaring at one of the project managers that belonged to her department. It was Sonia, I recalled, but I didn't like the chemistry that was taking place right now between them and I used the chain to re-establish some control until I could find out more.

Seeing Cathy standing before them in a bikini, collared, with the chain hanging down from the chrome ring, Sonia began to smile wickedly. Watching her, I was reminded of a cat that had spotted her prey. It didn't take a genius to figure out that there were some bad vibrations coming from them.

Getting up from the couch, Sonia approached Cathy, circling around her like some predatory beast. The effect was a little unsettling and it occurred to me that I apparently wasn't privy to some aspect of her department's politics. 

Finally, stopping behind her, Sonia stretched up and hissed into Cathy's ear, "How does it feel to be else's slave for a change?" As she said that she reached to the bow holding Cathy's bikini top in place and pulled the string, releasing her beautiful breasts for all present to see.

As the bikini top fluttered to the floor Sonia snarled, "A slave doesn't deserve the dignity of clothing." 

Recovering my senses, I jumped forward to restrain Sonia from going any further, but I had to inform her that she'd violated the hospitality of my house. Taking her arm, I escorted her off to the side and reminded her that despite Cathy's position while in my home she'd still be Sonia's boss come Monday. 

I saw a look of shock on Sonia's face as the realization of what she'd done sunk in and expected some sparks in our department when everyone returned to work the following week. Hoping to defuse any future difficulties between the two, I brought her back into the group to see how we could fix this situation.

Returning to the living room, I was surprised to see that Cathy had not replaced the bikini top while I'd gone. Instead, she was still standing where I left her, still holding the tray of drinks, still bare-chested. The rest of the room was staring at her in awe, still shocked at the scene that had taken place just moments ago. The three guys were struggling with "issues of the groin" I noticed and the remaining lady, Barbara, simply sat there shaking her head with a small smile on her lips.

I bent over in front of Cathy, retrieved the bikini top and took the tray of drinks from her hand. I then instructed her to replace the top and turned to serve the cold drinks to our guests. As I did so, I noted that Barbara had begun to laugh. Annoyed, I asked her what was so funny.

"Sonia," she replied. "She's had her sights set on you ever since she found out that you were single. You just never noticed. I think she just figured out that she'd finally seen her competition." 

"Competition?" I asked. "Not hardly." 

Barbara looked at me for a moment, then chuckled and said, "Yeah, right." A quick glance at Sonia however, showed me that there might have been a little truth in what she said.

Looking at the group as Cathy covered herself with the bikini top once more, I asked them how we could "even the score" a bit for Cathy after this little display of humiliation by her subordinate. Everyone fell silent for a couple of minutes, and then surprisingly, Arthur broke out with, "If I were Cathy, I'd settle for a 'tit for a tat.'"

We were all taken by surprise. Arthur was usually the last person to offer a suggestion in group meetings and when he did, most of the folks present didn't understand exactly what he was trying to say. Only if you paid particular attention to where his conversation was directed did you stand a chance of understanding him.

"Tit for tat" I remembered, was an old expression of balance; like an "eye for an eye" going back to the 1500's. He was actually suggesting that Sonia be humiliated in the same manner that she'd embarrassed Cathy. Cathy had caught on about the same time as I did and simply smiled.

"How about it, Barb?" Arthur asked as he glanced over at her. Barbara had been following our little drama with a frown between her brows as she tried to figure out what he'd meant by his comment.

"A tit for a tat, Sonia," I said. "What'll it be?" 

Arthur was smiling as he sank back into his chair. Barbara had finally caught on to what we were talking about and was smiling as well. The other two leads didn't have a clue, but they were interested in what might be about to happen.

Seconds turned into minutes as Sonia pondered what the group had come up with as a solution to her little self-imposed dilemma.

She had choices, more than Cathy had when Sonia decided to pull the ties on her bikini bra. But apparently only one made sense right now. She slowly reached to the bottom of her pullover and slid it over her head, dropping it on the floor next to her. Only a frilly little silk bra covered her breasts. Looking around at the group she saw no sympathy for her, so she shrugged, reached behind her and unsnapped the bra, allowing it to fall to the floor as well. Dropping her hands to her sides, she definitely succeeded in diverting any further attention from the game on TV, as everyone assembled took in the sight of her tits.

Not too shabby, I thought. She was a little taller than Cathy and her body was a bit thicker, but not by much. She must have been a little younger though, as her tits still jutted straight out from her chest, no sag at all. Dark brown areoles and nice thick nipples, now firmly erect in excitement. Her face was registering that excitement right now, as the glow of red spread across her upper body into her cheeks.

Another tough little shit, I thought. Probably not the best mix between Cathy and herself, but one who could probably hold her own in a catfight. Now however, she stood before us naked from the waist up, looking straight at me for instructions. 

Looking over at the other guests, I noted that Arthur was grinning from ear to ear and I suspected that Sonia had just gained an addition to her personal fan club this afternoon. The other two guys were mesmerized by what had just happened and for the moment the game on TV remained completely forgotten. Glancing at Barbara I saw that she had an odd look on her face, but a grin was still on her lips.

Did I ever mention that this game was full of surprises?

Well, just as I was about to tell Sonia to cover up, Barbara suddenly stood up. She declared, "I'm tired of you two bitches getting all the attention." 

She was smiling when she said that so I wasn't too worried about her flying off the handle, but I was somewhat amazed to watch her unbutton her blouse and remove it, dropping it onto her chair. Reaching behind her, she then unsnapped her bra and placed it on her blouse. While all of us were paralyzed in shock, she reached up to her breasts and briefly massaged them with her hands.

Now Barbara and I had worked together for a few years and I'd never seen a wild side to her. She was known to be one of the more mature, conservative members of my leadership crew. Moreover, she was married, as were the two men who hadn't caught on to the double-entendre of Arthur's suggestion.

Checking her out, it was apparent to me—and the other guys present that she certainly stacked up favorably to Cathy and Sonia. She was the oldest of the three, probably around 40 years old, but she'd kept her figure in remarkably good shape. Her breasts were full and lush, larger than either of the other women, but still holding their shape well. Her nipples were large and erect, centered in dark pink tightly wrinkled areoles.

Most curiously, however, was the sight of a small tattoo of an orange-red butterfly, just over her left breast. I realized that Barbara hadn't always been the little conservative lady that she seemed at work.

Fearing things getting out of control now that the ladies had taken a step beyond where I'd intended for the day to go, I instructed both of them to cover themselves back up. Sonia simply put her pullover back on, leaving herself braless, and Barbara, observing this did the same, buttoning on her blouse, but leaving her bra next to her chair. I'm already thinking that the guys would definitely remember this BBQ party for a while, as would the ladies.

Cathy had calmed down now that the other women had exposed themselves in a sympathy strip and with the chain dangling between her tits as a reminder that she was on "best behavior" from this point on, soon became the consummate hostess, anticipating drink and snack requests during the remainder of the game. The guys managed to get into the game on the TV, finally, but I still caught them sneaking quick glances at the women in hopes of a repeat of the earlier exposure of their charms.

The rest of the afternoon proceeded without incident and broke up shortly after the game's completion. Out of the five members of the guest list, the only ones that were single had been Sonia and Arthur. I made a mental note to myself to take that into consideration the next time I hosted a get-together like this. I also made a note to become a little bit more aware of the political composition of the other departments around me. Apparently Cathy's abrasive attitude extended beyond the simple irritations I observed, and the appearance of "wild-cards" in my plans warned me to be much more thoughtful about what I was including in my plans.

The possibility of angry spouses getting involved in any of this was not a comfortable thought. The next time I invited the team members, I'd make sure the spouses were included. Perhaps then, the chance of an embarrassing slipup might be avoided.

Once everyone had left, I instructed Cathy to change back into the clothing that she'd arrived in so I could take her out as I'd promised. I asked her to give me the bikini pieces once she'd finished, assuring her that I'd return them when the night was over.

Aside from the color appearing on her chest and face, I had very little with which to gauge her emotional level while performing her duties for me. Picking up the bikini bottoms from the chair in which she'd tossed them, I happily noted that the crotch was absolutely drenched in her vaginal juices and the aroma had an almost hypnotic effect on my libido. Whatever happened during her "hostess" exercise this afternoon definitely had a most profound effect on her and all I had to do was to determine specifically what it was and exploit it.

Returning to the living room dressed, I wondered if Cathy had actually worn her undergarments this time. As if answering my unasked question, she opened her blouse to reveal her naked breasts, and pulled up her skirt to reveal her naked sex. 

I noticed that I hadn't removed her silver chain from the collar still showing around her neck and decided to remove it for the trip to the Harbor Bar. The collar alone should suffice, I thought, to remind her that she was still under my control. As we were about to leave the house, she looked at me and asked, "Aren't you tired by now of seeing me naked?"

I ignored the question.

Arriving at the Harbor Bar around 6:30 p.m., I escorted Cathy up to the bar where old Hattie stood hunched over the counter chatting with one of her customers quietly. Seeing me coming up she performed her usual little miracle with the mug of Guinness and slid a concoction of some sort in front of Cathy. Just like "Old Home Week", I thought.

"I was wondering if I'd get the chance to see you two again anytime soon," she said. "Cathy had asked me some questions the last time you two were here and I promised I would answer them the next time you folks came in." 

Cathy hadn't mentioned anything to me about that, but now that we were here I guess it was an opportunity for her to chat with Hattie again. As they began to get settled into their little routine of chit-chat, I could see that I was once again the fifth leg on the stool between the three of us.

Just as I was hoping that Robert might have decided to drop in to take me away from all this "blah-blah," I felt a hand drop firmly on my shoulder and as I turned around I saw someone I really didn't want to see right now. I'd only met Barbara's husband a couple of times since she'd been with the firm, but my recollection was that he was big, very big and could have been the poster child for a mean-veteran-biker. I could see that my surprise at Barbara's behavior at my party this afternoon was probably misplaced. At least his tattoos seemed to be spelled correctly.

His strong, chiseled face, ice-blue eyes and long wavy hair—gray for the most part—sweeping back from his temples only accentuated his large muscular build. Hands the size of hams, I thought. They could probably pull me apart with no effort at all. In my moment of truth, I tried really hard to recall his name, just in case I could use it as a magic spell to make all this go away. Roger. Roger was his name.

Looking fearfully at his face, I noticed something encouraging. He was smiling, sheepishly; not in an I'm-going-to-shred-you kind'a way. Now that I was facing him, he put out his hand and shook mine, jerking his head back to a booth where Barbara was sitting, looking at us apprehensively. 

"Could'ja join us for a few, Mr. Bentley?" he asked.

I just couldn't see any reason to refuse and looking at Cathy and Hattie all tied up in their girl talk, I nodded my head and followed him to the booth. Seating myself across from Barbara, I expected Roger to slide in next to her, but he slid in next to me instead, facing her. 

I waited for one of them to start the conversation, simply because I didn't know how much of what happened at my house that afternoon Barbara had shared with her husband. Blocked from the aisle as I was, I sincerely hoped that there wasn't any bad news associated with this visit.

Barbara wasn't exactly giving me the vibes that I was hoping for however. She just sat there with her hands together, staring at her beer. Finally, Roger cleared his throat, and began to speak.

"Mr. Bentley," he began. 

I interjected, "Scott. Please call me Scott, Roger." 

He heaved a sigh of relief and then continued. "I hope that Barbara's behavior this afternoon at your home didn't cause you too much embarrassment. We've been married now about twenty years and I know her really well, sometimes she just does stuff without really thinking about it. Meaning well, but getting herself in trouble, if you know what I mean. I don't want you to get the wrong idea about her, or hold any of this against her."

Apparently, there were few secrets in Barbara's household. I only wished there had been none in mine years ago, but that was then, now was now. I immediately saw where this was leading and I didn't want Roger or Barbara to worry any longer.




Seven Days of Service - Day 06



"Roger," I said. "Before you go any further, let me explain what I think of your wife. First of all, as I explained once to a fellow manager some time ago, when I put together my staff I hired the cream of the crop. There was no compromise. Barbara was one of my first picks as a Project Leader for a number of reasons. Not the least of which was I couldn't find a single former employer that didn't want her back, badly. Second of all, with all due modesty, I'm a helluva Project Manager myself and during our interview she gave me a run for my money I'll never forget on the 'Principles of Process.'"

As I was speaking I was looking at Barbara and saw that although she was still looking down at her drink, her face had taken on a most flattering blush. I'd never given up that much information in front of her before and I suspected that she'd expected this day to be her last, both with me and her husband.

Glancing quickly over at Roger, I thought I saw his eyes begin to tear up, so I continued. Addressing the events of this afternoon, I explained to him my version of what had taken place and expressed my admiration for his wife's behavior during the confrontation between the two other women. 

Hoping that Barbara had given him a reasonably accurate description of what happened, I said, "Because of the stupidity of one of my guests, one of my female managers was humiliated by having her breasts exposed to the remainder of the group."

"This group," I explained, "was composed of Project Leaders, so I gave them the problem of how to neutralize the crap that would result because of this incident, come Monday, when we all got back to work. The solution was worked out and the offending lead was faced with the old 'Eye for an Eye' form of justice." 

I didn't think it would help my explanation much if I actually mentioned the "Tit for Tat" version, but once I had a chance to chat with him a bit later, I think he'd have enjoyed it.

"So Sonia was urged to expose herself, the same way that she'd exposed Cathy; and she did so. Not wanting herself to be the only woman in the group to be left out of the solution and in sympathy with Cathy's embarrassment, Barbara exposed herself as well. Now there had been no holdouts."

Apparently our versions of the incident meshed fairly well, as Roger reached across the table and took Barbara's hands in his. Her hands seemed to disappear into his and as he rubbed the back of them, tears dropped from her eyes onto the table. Looking at him, I noticed that his eyes were filled as well.

"Ya'know, Roger," I said. "She didn't embarrass me at all—just surprised me. No disrespect intended, but she's got more balls than most anyone in my crew, and the incident just made me that much happier that I had her in my crew—and on my side."

"And just for the record; I can't take back what I saw this afternoon, but I can tell you this; your woman is a hottie and you are one lucky son-of-a-bitch! Not only because of what I saw, but because she told you everything that happened this afternoon. Not many husbands are that lucky."

Just about then, Cathy showed up at the booth and told me that Hattie wanted a word with me, and she wanted to talk to Barbara a bit before she left. I was more than willing to allow Roger to be subjected to some girl talk for a change. A just punishment for doubting his wife, I thought.

Roger got up to let me out, grabbed my hand in his, and slapped me hard enough on my back to break a couple of bones, and told me I was a "class act." If he only knew what I'd been doing to Cathy these past few days, he might not have thought so kindly of me.

As I wandered up to the bar to talk to Hattie, she said, "Remember those little accessories that I told you to pick up the other day?" she asked. I nodded. "Well, I think that I guessed just right for this gal, Scottie. She's going to be a real handful for you. That's for sure." Looking at the puzzled look on my face, Hattie sighed, then said, "Pleasure first; brought up short of climax—then a surprise—think about it, Scottie. Remember what 'coitus interruptus' meant to a young man? It means the same to a woman on the receiving end, maybe even worse because the purpose is different. Trust me, Scottie."

"I suggest that you give her a souvenir to remember this week by, something that will remind her of what she went through. Now don't get all nostalgic on me yet, you still have one day left and I understand that you'll both be back tomorrow afternoon. With your permission, I'll order something appropriate this evening from a specialty shop that I know tonight and have the Captain pick it up tomorrow when he comes to work. You can pay me for it when you come in."

Being reminded that our service week was about up was not exactly what I wanted to hear right now, but I agreed with Hattie and told her to go ahead with the purchase. I already had my gift, as long as I had my memory, but I just wasn't ready to give up this game so soon.

Cathy had bidden Barbara and her husband goodbye as they had other things to do this evening, and returned to the bar to sit with Hattie and me. It was still pretty early and I wanted to return home to continue to explore our "sensitivity training" and time was running out.

Sensing the tension between us, Hattie scooted both of us out of the bar, telling us to take care until tomorrow when we'd return.

* * * *

Stepping back into my house, I closed the door and locked it. Turning to Cathy, who was simply standing in the middle of the room, I said, "No." She wrinkled her brow in confusion, so I explained to her, "You asked me a question this afternoon before we left the house. The answer is no, I don't get tired of seeing you naked. Now, you know the rules." 

As she began to remove her clothing, she requested a trip to the bathroom to freshen up and I nodded, taking the time to wander to my own master bathroom to clean up. I changed into my khaki shorts and went into the kitchen to fetch a couple of brews.

Returning to the living room, I looked over to the end table next to my couch to ensure that all my instruments were still displayed in full sight. All were in their place, and when Cathy strolled back into the room I passed her one of the beers and directed her attention to the group.

"Is there anything on that table that you absolutely don't want me to use again?" I asked as I sat back down on the couch. 

I saw that her hands were shaking a little bit as she accepted the longneck from me and gazed at the items on the end table. Taking a long pull on the beer, she slowly walked over to the table and softly—almost reverently—ran her fingertips over the instruments of her torment. She stood there for a short while in thought, slowly drinking the rest of her beer, then putting the empty bottle on the table she turned and approached me once more.

Standing between my legs, naked except for the ever present collar, she shook her head and softly stated, "No, Sir." 

Then as if to accentuate her answer she put her hands behind her back and moved her feet apart, exposing her deliciously damp pussy to me. The faint scent of her perfume, coupled with the aroma of her arousal combined to snare me completely into our daily ritual.

I reached out to the treasure between her thighs, gently scratching through her pubic hair. Once I began to hear her moans, I slipped my fingers into her very wet lips and took my time collecting my special treat. While I did this, she kept her eyes closed and I watched as the lovely blush began to spread from her breasts up to her cheeks.

Once I pulled my hand away, she opened her eyes, watching me carefully as I cleaned my fingers with my tongue. She kept her hands behind her back, but I noticed that she began to tremble a bit, as she watched me perform my daily ritual. 

Pushing her back a bit, I got up and retrieved the blindfold from the table. Moving around to the back of her, I placed it over her eyes once more. Doing the same with the handcuffs, I secured her arms behind her back. There was no resistance this time.

Leaning into the side of her face, I began the mantra, "Do you remember your 'safe' words?" She nodded. I then asked, "Do you remember who you belong to during this service period?" 

She nodded her head and whispered, "You, Sir." 

"Do you still trust me?" I asked. 

Again, nodding her head she softly replied, "Yes, Sir." 

I added a fuzzy question to the mix. "Is there any part of you that you will not share with me?" 

I waited patiently for her to mull that around in her head, until she finally whispered, "No, Sir."

My cock seemed to have a mind of its own right now, pressing out painfully against the front of my shorts, and I was in complete sympathy with its plight, anxious to begin the exercise for the night.

I picked up the horsehair whisk and before I utilized it, leaned into her chest and took her left nipple between my teeth, gently nipping it until she groaned a little louder. Sucking as much of her breast as I could into my mouth, I tasted her skin, wanting this to last as long as possible. She began squirming to ease the intensity of my attack, so I quickly switched to her other breast, performing the same service on it.

Temporarily giving her some respite, I stood and told her that I was very proud of her behavior today. I commended her on her composure during the barbeque after Sonia had ripped her bikini top off and compared it to what she should be doing during the operation of her department. 

"Cool under fire," I told her. "There's nothing like it for keeping dissenters at bay and learning what's really going on in their minds."

Suddenly, as she seemed to relax a bit, I softly snapped the whisk down on her left breast, causing her to gasp in surprise. As she jerked back away from me, I reached out and snapped it lightly on her right breast. 

"You're mine now, Cathy," I said. "I can do what I want with you. Understand?" 

She whimpered a bit, then said "Yes, Sir." 

I figured that now would be a good time to spring my little surprise on her. "You are not going to be punished tonight, Cathy," I told her. "Tonight I'm going to give you whatever you want. Do you understand?" Puzzled, she simply shook her head in the negative. "Look," I continued. "You've done a wonderful job of service and obedience today. I've almost gotten the impression that you're willing to take some of my advice on the management of your crew and I'm fairly happy about that. Tonight is your little reward, just let me know how you want it to progress."

Her confusion continued and I tried to find some way of explaining to her that she had control of this night, without me directing her activities or submitting to my little tortures. The more I tried to explain however, the more panic I saw on her face. "Look, Cathy. Think of this as a 'night off' for good behavior."

I couldn't see her eyes, but I watched as she shook her head back and forth. Finally, her shoulders began shaking and it suddenly became clear to me that she was crying. "What have you done to me, Sir?" she choked out. "Can't you see I don't need a night off? This IS my night off! This is all I can think about on my night off! Sir, I belong to you now. Please, do whatever you want with me."

Sobbing now, she just stood there in front of me, naked and unhappy. Stepping closer to her, I reached out and took hold of her tits, rubbing them in my hands, tweaking her nipples. Whispering, "Shh..." into her ear, I kissed her gently on the forehead once again. 

She began to settle down now, moaning that familiar sound of arousal into my face. Moving my face to her chest, I took her left nipple into my mouth, nipping at it with my teeth until she squealed, then moving to the right one and giving it the same attention. Getting her back into her 'groove' seemed to be the best way to get her through what she was going through now.

What just happened, I wondered? I just gave her an opportunity to take a break from her nightly torment and she seemed to panic.

This was just a game, dammit. It seems that she was taking it to way too seriously. As I thought that, I felt a heavy hand on my gut, as if I'd just uttered a blasphemy! Wasn't I taking it way too seriously as well? Wasn't I the one who was having difficulty imagining my life after tomorrow night?

By now Cathy had settled back down and I decided to take a slightly different tack with her this evening, to see if I could finally challenge her commitment to this game. If I could get her to hit the wall tonight, I might be able to ease her out of this bondage trap by the end of the service period. I was less confident that I could do the same for me. Four years since any kind of a female relationship set me up perfectly for my current predicament.

As I was pondering all this and my options, I was stroking Cathy's breasts and the front of her thighs with the horsehair whisk, snapping them against her skin from time to time to remind her of the consequences of her choice this evening. 

Her skin was taking on a wonderful pick blush in response to my flogging and the sensuous moans coming from her throat were creating a control problem in my shorts. Must be the frequency of her voice, I thought. Whenever she started, my cock automatically rose to attention and demanded instant and intense satisfaction.

I walked around her now, using the flogger to awaken the skin on the back of her body as well. She would feel the full impact of our little toys this evening and I had yet one last surprise ordeal to expose her to.

Nearing the end table, I picked up the nipple clamps and returned to my lovely servant. Allowing the effects of the horsehair whisk to take its toll on her body for just a few more seconds, I reached out once again and took her left tit in my hand. Grateful for the pause in her torment and the relief in my touch, Cathy leaned into my grasp, giving me as much pressure against her breast as I gave her. Suddenly, I quickly applied the pincer to her nipple, securing it a bit more firmly than before.

Finally, she was feeling a little pain and her brow was wrinkling a bit in concern. I reached to her other breast and after massaging it a little to get her to settle down, I applied the other pincer to her nipple. A bit harder than before as well, noting that she had sucked in her breath at the extra pressure.

To make sure that I could take her to the next level, I asked her once more, "Cathy, do you still trust me?" 

Breathing heavily now, she took a few moments and answered, "Yes, Sir." 

"I'm going to take you to the final test of that statement tonight. Do you understand?" I asked. 

"Y-yes, Sir," she replied. 

I didn't think so, but I continued. I knew that if we were to escape this little trap that we'd stepped into, I would have to do something that would snap her out of her fantasy world and get us both on the track of 'normal' come Monday morning. Pushing her threshold of comfort beyond what she was willing to accept seemed to be the most expedient way of breaking her out of this seemingly endless cycle of submissiveness.

There was only one day left after this night and getting things back to normal—whatever that was—might be getting a little tricky. There was only one thing left for me to impose upon her, without getting too weird or painful, but it would have to be performed gently. I barely had an idea of where her limit of submissiveness was and I could still get into some trouble if I got too aggressive with her. She had already surprised me by taking everything that I'd thrown at her so far and as a result, I found myself more and more deeply in need of completely possessing this marvelous creature.

Reaching out to gently tug on the chain between her breasts, I was again greeted by a groan of pleasure from her lips. Once again, my cock responded to her voice by firmly pressing out against the front of my shorts. I had already begun to ache for the loss of her that I was going to experience when this was over. I was determined to make this night an all-out effort to absorb as much of this woman as I could.

As her shoulders began to twitch, I understood that the effects of the flogger were beginning to overwhelm her senses and my intervention was going to be requested. I decided to wait until that moment before starting my exploration of her body. At the moment, she was only able to reach the middle of her back down to her ass cheeks with her hands to gain any relief at all and I'd already pretty much worked the flogger over most of her exposed skin.

I noticed that her lips had begun to tremble and leaned into her ear to ask, "Cathy, what do you want?"

"I need you to touch me, Sir...to taste me," she whispered harshly. "Please!" She had already recognized my passion for tasting her essence and was appealing to the one thing she knew I couldn't resist, the taste of her lovely body. So who was in control of whom, I thought?

Since her shoulders were twitching already, I moved to her backside and brought my body against hers, bringing my erection against her bound hands and moving my own hands around her arms to embrace the base of her tits. Pulling her body against mine, I massaged her breasts under the clamps and began kissing her neck and ears. There would be few untouched parts of her body this evening—this was just the beginning.

I was very conscious of her hands eagerly exploring my cock and balls through my shorts. It seemed that her hands were as hungry for contact as my cock was for receiving it. Nibbling on her ears, I ran my tongue around the rim of her auricle, dipping it into the ear until I felt her jerk in response. I then nipped her earlobe until she responded once more, only to move to the other side of her face. There would be little mercy tonight for my little captive.

Continuing my way down the back of her body, I licked and nipped at every exposed part of her I could reach until I reached the middle of her back. I was now blocked by her bound hands, which had been forced to relinquish my groin by my travel down her body.

I instructed her to kneel away from me and to spread her knees on the rug. Of course, this was to expose her marvelous sex to my hunger. This she did quickly, to get relief from her growing torment, I thought. For me, it was an invitation to a feast and I wasted no time in pushing my tongue deep into her cunt, forcing a loud grunt out of her mouth.

She backed into my attack and I used that movement to slide my tongue into every fold of her pussy that I could find, wrapping my lips around hers, sucking her juices into my mouth. Her relief was no more vital to her as mine was to me, but I had to maintain my pressure on her if I was to keep this from getting out of control. Spearing my tongue into her little asshole, I hung on to her hips as she bucked into my face, savoring every contact with her body that I could. God, I'd miss this! I was already in mourning, I thought.

Her orgasm took me a little bit by surprise, but I knew the symptoms by now. The trembling in her abdomen, then the deep, shuddering throbs throughout her hips, but my place in all this I knew by heart as well. I kept my face firmly embedded in her cunt, continuing to press my tongue into and around her pussy, flicking it over her clitoris in little butterfly touches. She exploded in a thunderous climax, surprising even me with its intensity. As she shuddered through her orgasm I reminded myself that we still had "business" to attend to this night.

I had feelings for her that I had to admit, deep feelings, that would probably effect how this whole scenario played out. The fact of the matter was—I needed her. This game had already pulled too many of my strings to let loose now.




Seven Days of Service - Day 06



"Cathy," I said. "I'm going to pleasure myself with your body tonight. Do you understand?"

Still kneeling before me, she nodded her head and quietly whispered, "Yes, Sir."

"Do you have anything you wish me to do, or not to do during that time?" I asked. 

I thought perhaps this might be a way to slip in that little reward for her obedience over the past week. This time, I got a different response, as she actually took some time to think about what I'd offered her.

Finally she gave me an answer and it wasn't exactly what I'd expected. "Please, Sir," she began, "Just for tonight, if it's all right with you, I want my hands free and I want the blindfold off." 

There was no request for me to lose the flogger, or the nipple clamps—two items I'd thought would bother her the most.

Considering her response for a moment, I decided that her request was more than reasonable, after all I had been ready to give her the entire night free of torment. I arose, erection straining the front of my shorts and brought her to her feet.

Reaching up to the back of her head, I removed the blindfold. As she stood blinking at the room lights, I released her from her handcuffs. Turning her to face me, I brushed my hands across her tits almost on instinct, causing the clamps to tug on her nipples a bit more. Her groaning response had a most predictable effect on my cock, causing it to jerk even harder to attention. Certainly flattering to Cathy, I'll admit.

As she was clearing her vision I leaned into her face and took her lower lip between my teeth, nibbling on it until she began to respond. I felt her tongue pressing into my mouth and I accepted it with relish. Aside from her climax last night, when she attacked my mouth with hers to ensure my deposit into her womb, we hadn't had a real kiss. Now, I wanted to claim her beforehand, giving her notice that I wasn't going to hold back.

She made no move to remove the nipple clamps and once I'd removed the cuffs from her wrists, she immediately put her arms behind her once more, acknowledging my control over her. The difference now was the fact that now I could clearly see the emotions playing through Cathy in her eyes. I saw resignation, uncertainty, arousal, a bit of fear, and respect. If she was as perceptive as me, she could probably see the same in my eyes, I thought. God, she was beautiful!

But as entranced as I was at the moment, I shook it off and simply said, "Cathy, I'm going to fuck you now."

I figured that the shock of a direct approach would spark her resistance to what we were presently sinking into; the fuzzy, uncertain world of bondage. "Do you understand?" I pressed.

After a couple of moments she replied softly, "Yes, Sir." 

Her hands were free now and there was no blindfold. She could now clearly see my frustrated erection pushing out angrily against my shorts. This would be no impotent threat. It was real.

I reached up and snapped the chain into her collar once more and did something that I'd not done since this week of service began. I led her into my bedroom and removed my shorts, standing before her naked, as naked as she stood before me. Gesturing towards the bed, I instructed her get onto it, lie on her back, and spread her legs for my pleasure. She did so, without protest, and soon I was able to warm her up by partaking of my favorite exercise with her—licking her juices into my mouth by running my tongue through, into and around her pussy.

Rising from her cunt, I moved up to her face and immediately allowed her to taste herself from my lips. Placing my body across hers, I sucked her lips into mine at the same time I pressed the head of my cock against her lovely pussy lips. As she responded to my oral attention, I pushed into her cunt until I reached bottom, holding myself there until I felt her begin to respond to my invasion.

As I felt my cock securely buried in her cunt, I whispered into her ear, "Who do you belong to right now?"

Without a pause she replied, "You, Sir." 

Raising myself up on my arms, I felt her now free hands sliding down her belly to reach the base of my cock, exploring the instrument that had pierced her sex, somewhat curiously. My cock twitched in response and I began a slow, leisurely stroke in and out of her pussy, changing my angle from time to time to maximize the contact between myself and the walls of her cunt.

Her hips began a slow rolling motion to compliment mine and I saw clearly that our physical goals were the same, although our ultimate "game" goals were probably different. We were now working in tandem—together—each of us trying to use the other to achieve the maximum pleasure out of our union. Cathy didn't realize it yet, but she was learning yet another lesson in teamwork—one that I was determined to develop in her in the short time that we had left in this challenge.

Without the blindfold, I could now look directly into her eyes as I drove my cock deeply into her body. They were just a bit glazed over in lust, but she had them focused firmly on my face. As for myself, I took my time and while her need was prompting her to speed up the thrusts, I intentionally forced our rhythm into a gentler, stronger, more engaging motion. Like a fine wine I, thought—to be savored—not squandered simply because of thirst. While I was waxing philosophical, I couldn't help thinking that any speedup of our present lovemaking, at any rate, would certainly cause me to bring this to an unwelcome early finish.

Finally releasing my cock, she raised her hands to cover the nipple clamps now and I expected her to remove them as she'd done the night before. I was a bit surprised when she simply pressed her hands into her chest, squeezing her imprisoned tits. As she did so, she arched her chest into me, moaning loudly in passion. The chain connecting her tits slid upward to rest under her chin and I began to feel the warning flutter of her climax moving across her abdomen.

As if on cue, my nuts began the twisting sensation that signaled my own imminent release. As before, I warned Cathy that I was about to explode and wasn't too surprised this time when she brought both her arms and legs around to bind me to her. As her flutter turned into a powerful series of spasms, I drove my cock into her one final time and blissfully allowed my body to fill hers with my cum.

Taking my weight off hers with my elbows, I watched her face as she slowly began to catch her breath once more. Her eyes were closed now, her lips swollen with arousal and her face glowed with the flush of sexual satisfaction. This woman could make any lover look good, I thought. As I reflected on that last thought, I suddenly felt a sharp pang of jealousy. Even though this period of service was over at the end of tomorrow, I couldn't bear the thought of this wonderful creature being in the romantic company of anyone but me. Man, I was getting really fucked up!

As my cock began to recede from her lovely pussy, I rolled off her and bent over to kiss her on the forehead. She opened her eyes and smiled at me, moving her hand down to her cunt and dipping two fingers into herself, scooping up a dollop of sperm and her juices. Bringing her fingers to her lips, she made a display of cleaning her fingers with her tongue. I can't begin to tell you what kind of an erotic effect that little scene had on me.

Instructing her to remain where she was, I jumped up and hurried to the bathroom to steam up a couple of hand towels to clean ourselves with. I also picked up a little necessary item for the last and most risky torment for her for the week. This would undoubtedly be the episode that tests her determination to see the contest to its end. "Slow and easy," Hattie had said, although she probably hadn't thought of this trial when she said it.

Returning to the bedroom, I used the hot towel to clean my juices from her pussy and thighs. She'd obviously used her fingers to clean more of our combined liquids from herself, as there didn't seem to be a lot left to clean by the time I got there. I'm sure the warm, wet towel felt good to her nonetheless. I'd already cleaned most of our evidence from my cock and balls while I was in the bathroom, so we were prepared for the next act. 

Putting everything down, I moved up to stand next to where her head lay on my pillow. My cock was semi-erect and dangling just about eight inches from her face. Looking down at her, I noticed that her gaze had not moved from my re-awakening equipment, but she would soon be engaged in a tough decision—to continue—or not to continue our little game.

Taking control once again, I instructed her get on her hands and knees in the middle of the bed. Still a bit exhausted from out last tryst, she slowly obeyed, exposing her delicious treasures to me once more.

As she remained obediently in this position, I asked her, "Cathy, what am I doing with your body tonight?" 

I moved onto the bed beside her as I waited for her reply. She was taking a few moments to think about what answer I expected to my question, so I took advantage of that delay to lay on my back, and shift her into a 69 position—her looking down at my cock—me looking up at her delightful pussy.

Finally she recalled my earlier comment to her and answered, "Pleasuring yourself, Sir."

"That's correct, Cathy, and do you recall your answer when I asked you if there was any part of you that you'd not be willing to share with me?" I continued.

"Yes, Sir," she replied. 

"And your answer was . . .?" I pressed. 

"All of me belongs to you right now, Sir. To do with as you wish." She answered. Not the exact words, but certainly what I needed for the next ordeal.

"Cathy, I need your mouth for my pleasure right now," I told her. 

Given the position that we were in there could only be one response. She dropped her face into my groin and captured my cock in her lovely mouth. Using her now freed hand, she grasped my cock at the base once more and slowly stroked up and down in cadence with her mouth and tongue. On occasion, she'd drop her hand onto my balls, rolling them around gently to complete her sexual massage.

I'd just had an orgasm a few minutes before, so I felt that could hold off a bit longer this time, but not leaving anything to chance, I began my assault immediately. Raising my face into her pussy, I began to pleasure myself once more with her, drawing my tongue through and into her cunt, tapping her clitoris on occasion, just to keep her awake. While I was doing that and enjoying her attention to my own recovering equipment, I pulled the cap off the tube of surgical lubricant I'd brought with me and squeezed a large glob of it into my fingers.

The moment of truth, I thought. I knew from our previous encounters that her ass was a serious erogenous zone—only now I had to see how far that extended into this particular situation. If I could conquer this last bulwark to her personal defenses, I'd consider my conquest complete. The only danger that I could foresee was the addictive nature of what I'd been doing. Hattie had tried to warn me during one of my visits to her bar, but only now was the realization dawning on me that I was treading into dangerous ground.

Reaching up to her sensuous ass, I parted her ass cheeks with my fingers and pulled my lubricated finger through the valley containing her little asshole. As I did this she jerked briefly, causing the chain connecting her nipples to drag across my lower abdomen. As that happened, I knew she could feel a jerk from my cock in her mouth, but then she returned her attention to my pleasure. I was sure that she hadn't yet figured out that her sweet little ass was the next target for my arrow of lust.

Continuing to pay attention to her cunt with my tongue, I slowly, gently began to caress her asshole with my thoroughly lubricated fingers, occasionally dipping the tip of a finger through the sphincter to cause her to get used to the invasion. I didn't want to actually hurt her, but I did want her to realize that there were no "safe havens" in our relationship right now.

As she was concentrating on giving me pleasure, I focused on preparing her ass for my assault within the next few minutes. I made sure that my fingers contained more than enough lubrication to prevent any abrasive pain to her, but I had to be patient in stretching her rectum to accept an object as large as my cock. Not that I was that large, but anything larger than what she was accustomed to having pass through there would be bothersome to her.

Focusing on those erogenous zones that I'd already discovered on her body, I teased and stroked and fondled her points of pleasure, getting her fired up to the point that she'd not pay too much attention to what I was doing behind her. 

Finally I managed to press my entire forefinger into her ass and wriggled it about gently without getting too much of a negative reaction from her. Of course, I still worked quite diligently on her pussy, making sure that my thirst was satisfied and her sexual engine was running full speed.

My next step was to insert two fingers into her rectum, slowly, gently until I had them embedded in her body as far as I could go. The only problem I encountered was Cathy's increased interest in pressing her cunt into my face and the electric twitches of her hips, which complicated my attempts to keep myself pressed into her crotch. She was beginning to see what she was about to endure, but her emotional motor was running so fast that she couldn't slow down enough to set up a defense.

As I began pressing the third finger into her ass with my other two, she began protesting a bit; sputtering out, "No! Please, no. I've never...not there!" 

I continued pressing my fingers into her rectum, twisting them from time to time, reminding her that I was in charge, at least until I heard one of the two 'safe' words that would break this whole exercise up. Those words never came.

She had completely stopped paying attention to my pleasure now and was trying only to evade the persistent pressure of my fingers into her asshole. Caught between the demands of the service requirements and her own personal dignity, she was slowly allowing the "Deal" to control what happened next.

Finally, I stopped. Moving myself out from under her, I told Cathy to roll over on her back and open her legs once more. Once she had done that, I positioned myself between her legs and aimed my cock back into her cunt. Pushing into her body again, I made sure that she knew that I was still here—still in control. But I was determined to get this show on the road quickly, because the thought of this contest ending what I was enjoying now, was beginning to depress the hell out of me.

After a few slow strokes to gather my thoughts, I leaned back and took a long look at what I was about to do. Cathy's eyes were closed, which made my decision a bit easier. I smeared a good glob of lubricant on my cock and aligned myself with her asshole.

Leaning in slowly, I pressed my cockhead against her anus and pressed. She squirmed sharply and I saw her eyes snap open in panic. Once again she began begging that I don't. I grabbed her calves in my hands and pressed her legs back towards her shoulders, giving me an angle that should make my entry into her body less stressful to her and me.

It didn't matter now. I had to push on to the conclusion of this game, no matter what the outcome. Until I heard the two words that I'd given her end all of this, I was determined to press her to her limits.

She lay before me—splayed—her pussy lips engorged and full of her arousal. Her asshole was also exposed and the head of my cock was just entering her sphincter. As I passed the first guard of her ass, she clinched her muscles and caught my cock in mid-stroke. 

Reaching up to her chest, I loosened the bands holding the nipple clamps onto her tits and removed them. As the blood rushed back into her nipples, she lost her focus on what I was doing in her ass. She quickly grasped her tits with her hands, massaging the feeling back into them, while I pressed the rest of my cock deep into her bowels.

She responded by letting out a long, loud groan, but she didn't let loose of her breasts—continuing to try to massage the strong sensations out of them.

Lovely creature, I thought, but I've finally got you now. Or, she had me, but did it really matter?

I stopped moving at this point, allowing her to set the pace for the remainder of the exercise. She was incredibly tight down there and I was beginning to feel the effects of constriction on my cock. I'd apparently conquered her last stronghold, but if I didn't get some relief action soon, I'd have to retreat to get some blood flow back into my groin.

Once she'd gotten some relief from her tortured breasts, she glanced down to see that what she'd felt was true—I was firmly embedded in her ass. By now she'd loosened up enough to take the edge off the pain of penetration, but she tentatively squeezed her ass muscles against my cock, causing me to twitch it involuntarily. 

I watched her eyes close as she seemed to examine the sensations coming from her anus right now, but she didn't panic or try to move away. Calm and cool under fire, I thought. She was catching on quickly.

Opening her eyes to look into mine, she slowly began to move her hips away from mine, allowing my cock to withdraw from her ass—nearly to the end. Then, flinching slightly, she pressed her hips back into me, taking my cock back into her body—gingerly. Once again she performed the movement and I began to get the feeling that we were about to expand upon the destruction of our newest barrier.

Placing her legs on my shoulders, I began to match her strokes with mine–deep into her body. We began slowly, but soon we were picking up the pace. She could do little but rub her tits or reach down to caress her cunt or examine my intrusion into her body.

I gave her the first instructions for this exercise now, "Cathy, I want you to tend to my pussy while I tend to the rest of your body." 

I was giving her permission to do whatever she felt necessary to bring herself to a climax while I pounded into her asshole. I also wanted to remind her that her cunt still belonged to me right now, along with the rest of her body. It was MY pussy!

As I reached for her tits, her hands slid down her tummy to her cunt, which was eagerly awaiting some attention. I had the perfect seat in the house for what was going on right now. As I was sliding my cock back and forth in her ass, I had access to her marvelous breasts and her hands were teaching me how best to satisfy her cunt–if I were ever allowed to pleasure myself with her there once again.

All too soon, this episode finished, simply because of the novelty of it. My emotions around her were always at fever pitch it seemed and just as I was beginning to get into the flow of our lovemaking, I began to sense the flutter in her stomach once more. I knew the signs well now and the signs switched on the ignition of my own internal combustion machine.

We came pretty much at the same time, me pouring what remained in my balls into her bowels and her bucking into me with a passion that defied the humiliation that I'd just exposed her to. I just hugged her now, tightly, until she finally settled into a relatively steady breathing pattern.

My cock had finally relaxed enough to pop out of her rectum and I used the towel that we'd used earlier to clean her off to some extent. Getting out of the bed, I leaned over and kissed her once more on the forehead and told her to wait until I returned. I went to the bathroom and began to prepare a nice hot shower for her. Once the temperature was just right, I returned to my bedroom and led her back to the shower, assisting her into it. Then, I hung a couple of large towels on the hanger and joined her.




Seven Days of Service - Day 06



She was exhausted. I could see it in her face. I began to lather her body up with soap, but she resisted, insisting that it was her duty to clean me instead. Her head was still in this stupid game, I thought, but my insistence won through. I took my pleasure once more in exploring her body, although this time it was to clean the evidence of our lovemaking from her body.

Lovemaking? Not just fucking? I know the difference and unless I was reading her wrong—which I admit was very likely—there was some love involved in all of this service. Anyway, she'd endured the best that I could throw at her and hadn't backed out of the deal–yet.

I finally allowed her to clean me off as well and as expected, I ended up with another fucking boner! Shit! What the hell was the matter with me around this broad?

Dried off, I escorted her back to the kitchen area where she'd stowed her clothing and was about to let her dress and return home. Turning back to face me, she started sobbing once more and I began to become a little alarmed that I might have finally blown it tonight with her. I couldn't think of anything else to do but put my arms around her and hold on tight.

She grabbed my arms tightly and pushed her face into my chest, choking deep sobs onto me. I held on to her, stroking her head and patting her back, telling her that everything was all right. I doubted that given her reaction to all this, but I had to say something.

Before I could say anything to calm her, Cathy blurted out, "Sir, it's late, and I'm tired. Please, can I stay with you tonight?"

Not what I expected, but how do you respond to a question like that from a naked, sexy woman into whom you've already planted seed in every orifice? Leading her back into my bedroom, I watched as she pulled back the bedding on the side of the bed that she assumed was left empty; making herself at home.

I'd expected to discuss what had happened today between us, but as I returned from the bathroom to get into bed, I noticed that Cathy had already slipped off to sleep. I pulled back the covers to slip in with her, but for a moment or two, I had to marvel at the sight of her, curled into a fetal position peacefully sleeping; the sleep of the just, as the old saying goes.

I doubted whether I could do the same, but I climbed in and tried to disregard the distraction that lay just inches away from me. 

Sleep came to me slowly that night.

(To be continued in Seven Days of Service – Day Seven)



Seven Days of Service - Day 07



I awoke to the subtle smell of sex, and a hint of the soft perfume that Cathy had worn wafting around me. Then I remembered our adventures of yesterday, and acknowledged my satisfaction by sprouting a very intense erection. As I reached down to relieve some of this sexual pressure, two things happened. 

Suddenly, in addition to the soft scent of Cathy about me, I could smell something else; the combined smells of coffee and bacon—quite strong-now surrounding me. The second thing was that I suddenly remembered that Cathy had not left for her apartment last night—she'd stayed here with me. 

I quickly glanced to the other side of my bed, but it was empty. Just then, I heard the sound of bare feet padding their way towards my bedroom. I looked at the doorway in anticipation and shortly I saw Cathy plodding inside with a tray containing what appeared to be a wonderful breakfast spread. 

Despite the wonderful smells coming from that tray, I knew what I wanted—no, needed—right now. 

As she stopped at the head of the bed, she placed the tray on the bed stand and straightened in front of me, hands behind her back, and her feet apart. She was completely naked, except for the collar around her neck and her eyes were watching my face, very intently. I thought I saw a little uncertainty, but it might just have been a reflection of mine. 

I rolled over and sat up on the side of the bed. Reaching out to her pussy once more, I again scratched my way through her pubes, listening to her begin to moan. Using this moment to get a little further into her head, I asked, "Cathy, before me, when was the last time you actually had sex with anyone? I expect the truth from you at all times during your service period-just tell me when, spare me the details." 

I had to find out why she'd only offered token resistance to my intrusions on her body these past few days. I'd endured a couple of years of venomous sniping and verbal attacks from her, which she led me to believe was calculated to bring me to bay, which now didn't make sense. 

Even though I'd won the marketing contest, she'd had numerous opportunities to screw up my little bondage scenario, but aside from token gestures, she hadn't. I sure as hell knew I wasn't as clever about my little scheme as I'd needed to be to actually pull it off. As I looked at her now, I could see her trying to think of an answer that wouldn't expose her too much. To distract her, I continued to fondle her sex, working my fingers through her vaginal lips, collecting more of her wonderful juices. 

Finally, she shook her head and began, "About a year before I joined the company, I ran into my old boyfriend from HR, and we . . . uhm . . . had a farewell . . . tryst." She had a wonderfully red face as she finished that brief explanation. Following up she continued, "It only reminded me why we'd broken up." 

Four years, I thought. Shit! That was about the same length of time I'd had since my last real piece of ass. Boy, weren't we a pair, I thought. 

"Why the long dry spell, Cathy?" I asked. "You are an absolutely beautiful woman. A little change in attitude and you could have had the pick of the corporate 'litter', actually, the pick of any litter." 

I stopped running my fingers through her sex and absent-mindedly brought my hand to my mouth, cleaning her savory juices from my fingers with my tongue. Glancing up, I saw her staring at me, lips trembling and an odd look in her eyes. 

"Well?" I pressed. 

I watched her face as tears began running down her cheeks. Very complex girl indeed, I decided. 

I stood, leaned over her and kissed her forehead once more, and shame on me, I gave in to my baser instincts. Reaching up to her chest, I began to massage her tits deeply with my hands and it seemed to have a calming effect on her. With the exception of my cock, it had a calming effect on me as well, I noted. 

She began, "My father had found out about my relationship with him and accused me of whoring myself to get ahead in this business." She continued sobbing, but added, "I never wanted him to ever believe that I'd do that, ever!" 

I thought about that for a few moments, and then asked her, "Why now...why me?" 

Collecting herself, she replied, almost logically, "'A deal is a deal,' and my father taught me the importance of honoring a business deal. Without that commitment, my word wouldn't be worth anything in the business world. My word has to be my bond." 

She was now intently watching the movement of my hands on her breasts as I took her nipples between my thumb and forefingers and pinched them very lightly. Her explanation had been cut off by the deep moans now coming from her throat, moans that got louder as I increased the pressure of my fingers on her nipples. 

Catch-22, I thought. Her father had inadvertently set her up for this whole thing, unintentionally. She couldn't engage in any kind of serious social activity without being accused of whoring herself for her career, and she couldn't renege on any business deal that she'd committed to without getting flack as someone who couldn't keep her word. I was simply reaping the benefits of her conflict. 

I know I should have felt badly about taking advantage of this situation, but I didn't. However, I was saddened to realize that it was her commitment to the Deal that was keeping her under my control. Seeing that, I became more determined than ever to extract as much pleasure out of this relationship as I could before it ended this evening. 

The breakfast could wait for now as my cock had hardened to an incredibly hard, angry staff, demanding relief. That and the sense that what I now had was going to disappear at night's end made me decide to take a radical course of action. 

Letting go of her breasts, I instructed her to return to the living room and bring back the instruments that I'd been using throughout the week for her torment. I sat on the bedside once more, my cock poking a hole in the space before me. In a couple of minutes she returned and placed the items on the bed next to me. Once she'd done that, she stepped back once more, put her arms behind her and spread her legs before me. 

She had my attention, that's for sure. Looking down at the tools next to me, I told her, "Cathy, pick one of those items for me to use on you. 'None' is not one of the options." 

As she shivered briefly, I saw many things flashing through her eyes, probably one of them whether she should allow me to continue with this torture. She looked at the collection for a few moments and, predictably, she pointed to the one that involved no real sensory stress and allowed her to see what I was up to. 

Picking up the handcuffs, I got up and moved around to her back, and firmly secured her arms behind her. This would certainly be a test of her sense of judgment, I thought. Evading one form of torment by selecting another only exposes the chooser to a different type of torment. 

"Tell me now, which item do you choose for me to use on you next?" I asked her. Looking about her, she now realized that I had her cornered in an escalating trap of sexual torment. I could see thoughts rushing through her eyes again as she sought to figure a way out of her dilemma. As she was thinking, I snapped the silver chain into her collar, establishing my authority over her again. 

I had applied those instruments incrementally, in an order that I'd found would produce the maximum affect on her senses. Now she was able to control the sequence of her torment, but was she able to make the choices best able to bring her the most pleasure? 

Pulling the chain downwards, I brought her to her knees in front of me. My cock was still stabbing an imaginary adversary in mid-air in front of her face and since the blindfold wasn't around her face, she couldn't help but notice my arousal. As a matter of fact, it seemed that she couldn't take her eyes off it at all. 

She had been quiet for a little while, obviously trying to figure a way out of her dilemma, so I said to her, "I have an itch that needs attending to Cathy, while you are making up your mind." Whether she thought she could distract me from her torment or not, she moved in closer to my lap and looked up at me for further direction. 

Glancing back and forth between my cock and my face, she finally lowered her head and placed her lips on the tender, fiery head, and kissed it gently. Involuntarily it twitched against her face and she opened her lips very slowly, taking just the tip of my cock into her mouth. This was fucking maddening, I thought, but I waited to see where she was going with her 'service' efforts right now. 

As her lovely lips surrounded more and more of my cock, I could feel her tongue exploring the shaft tenderly, almost lovingly. The soft suction and the wet warmth of her mouth began to cause my balls to ache with arousal. Every now and then she'd take her mouth off my cock altogether, allowing the cool air in the room to heighten the sensual contrast of her oral warmth on it. She'd then move lower to apply her oral massage to my balls, pulling little folds of my skin into her mouth, sucking on them and moving on. 

Watching her eyes as she ministered to my cock was probably a mistake I thought, as the tightening in my groin began to increase. I really wanted this to last as long as possible and it looked like she was rushing me to the finish. She was studying every inch of my cock and balls with her beautiful eyes and for just a moment, it appeared that she was treating my groin as a shrine of sorts. 

I know, weird thoughts, but it was the impression I was getting as she worked over my cock and balls. Maybe the fact that she continuously rubbed her face against my groin between the sucking efforts, while groaning over and over had something to do with that feeling, but my appreciation for her efforts was about to become evident. 

Just as I was about to reach out to pull her head off my cock, still worrying that she might not appreciate another surprise deposit in her mouth, she began that little head bobble that had ambushed me the first time she sucked me off and pushed her face into my pubic hair, choking a bit on the way. Sucking even harder, she took everything that I had and probably a bit more into her mouth. 

This time however, she pulled back, looked up at my face and opened her mouth. As I was trying to catch my breath, looking into her face, I saw that she'd kept my discharge in her mouth—sitting on her tongue—and once she'd noticed that I saw it, she closed her mouth and swallowed. Dropping her head back onto my lap, she took my now reawakening cock into her mouth, cleaned the last few drops off the head, and then laid her head on my lap. 

I couldn't tell you right then if I had the energy to take this to the next level or not, but her finish on my cock had set me up for the recovery I needed to continue. This woman was bringing out things that I never knew I was capable of and I didn't know if I could ever put this genie back into the bottle! 

All I could do for a few minutes was to gently caress the side of her face as she softly nuzzled it into my crotch. I was already captivated by my pet, and I had a hard time separating her pleasure from mine. 

Finally, I raised her face up to mine and asked her if she'd made up her mind on the next object for my use. Her eyes were still a bit glazed over, but she was wired now. I could tell by the swollen lips and the red blush that started at her tits and rose into her cheeks. I was almost ready to rock and roll again, too. 

She whispered quietly, "The whip, Sir." 

I could see that she'd figured out the logical distribution of the instruments that I'd used on her, so far. I reached across the bed to the flogger and picked it up, hefting the weight of it in my hand. Her eyes followed me closely and suddenly I could smell the musky aroma of her arousal drifting up from between her thighs. 

"You belong to me, Cathy," I told her. "All of you. You know that, don't you?" I watched her face as a couple of tears ran down her cheeks. 

Blinking at me a couple of times, she replied softly, "Yes Sir." No hesitation, no resistance. 

"Stand up, my pet," I told her. 

She did as I'd told her, parting her legs in front of me, by reflex I supposed. And by reflex I reacted. Before I knew it, my hand was already running through her vaginal lips, automatically collecting the nectar that helped to keep my head on straight. Her pussy was absolutely soaked, her eyes closed, lips still swollen, and the red blush still evident across her chest and into her face. 

I couldn't remember any other time in my life where I was more drawn to a woman—an enemy at that—but I could probably attribute that feeling to four years of living in an emotional cave. The personal tidbits that I'd managed to tease out of Cathy during this whole service period seemed to indicate that she was reacting the way she was because of her own emotional interpretation of her father's expectation of her. 

As I snapped the flogger across her left nipple, she snapped her eyes open with a yelp of surprise. She could watch me torture her now, and her level of anticipation was going to take her to another plateau as I snapped it across her right nipple. Flinching with each blow, she alternately watched my face, and the end of the flogger as it skipped across her skin. I wasn't doing this for her punishment any more—it was for her ultimate pleasure, and mine. 

Again, I worked the flogger across all of the exposed skin on her body that I could reach under her neck, and by the time I finished, a subtle red glow seemed to emanate from her entire body. I had snapped the flogger into her open pussy a few times, just to get the blood pumping to the surface. Whenever her cries got a little too intense, I moved in to chew on her lips with my mouth, shooting my tongue as far as I could towards the back of her throat. 

She gave as much as she got, I'll give her that. Surprising me, she didn't pull away from my harsh treatment of her body, but instead pressed against me. Sucking my tongue whenever I invaded her mouth, she groaned into mine, causing an instant reaction in my cock. 

I stopped—casting my gaze over the effect that I'd had on her—and feeling the heat coming off her tormented skin. She was reacting to the horse hair as I knew she would, twitching and rubbing those parts of her body together that she could reach, trying to appease the itching and prickly sensations that would soon consume her. It wouldn't be long now, I thought, when I'd hear her say those words that would nudge me further down to the dark side of this game. 

Obviously she didn't need the blindfold, because her eyes were clenched tightly closed and I could see a slight sheen of sweat beginning to appear on her face, even as she was trembling. Either she was trying to extend the extreme sensations running through her sensory system right now, or she was trying to defy the torment that I'd inflicted on her. It didn't really matter which, I knew she would give in to the demands of her body sooner, rather than later. 

My own body was beginning to reach a point of demanding more relief for myself, so I instructed Cathy to kneel on the bed. Assisting her, I took the liberty of massaging her tits a bit, since I knew she was feeling the supersensitive effects of the flogger by now. Once she was in place, kneeling upright, I picked up the nipple clamps and brought them up in front of her face. 

"Are you ready for these, Cathy?" I asked her. 

After a moment's hesitation, she answered, "Yes, Sir." 

As she closed her eyes once more, I fondled her left breast then applied the clamp to her nipple, just a bit tighter than before. She sucked in her breath quickly and frowned, but allowed herself to relax soon afterwards. I repeated the same to her right breast, receiving the same response. The chain between her breasts swung slowly, drawing her nipples down slightly. 

Without the blindfold, she could see clearly the effect she was having on me, but the terms of the contest still allowed me to be in charge of the conditions of service. The breakfast was completely forgotten by now and the challenge to complete our "exercise" and survive it, was in full swing. Despite the opposite roles we were filling, we were still competing with each other to bring our adversary to bay. 

My goal was to bring her to a more professional level of attitude—hers to simply get to the end of the service period with her dignity intact. Or so we both thought. What neither of us realized was that the game was taking on a life of its own. 

I joined her on the bed now and lay back against the headboard next to her kneeling figure, looking into her face. This would be something a little bit different from what we'd done before and I wanted to make sure that I was able to take full advantage of the terms of our service agreement right now. My cock was more than ready for this challenge and I reached over and pulled her over onto myself, her knees straddling my hips. 

Looking into her face, I told her that I now wanted her to fuck me—but I wanted her to do it while looking directly into my eyes, without the aid of her hands. It couldn't get much more personal than this, I thought. 

She still hadn't had an opportunity to rub the intense sensations out of her screaming skin, so she didn't take too long to comply. Shifting her hips trying to find my cock, she brushed the head of it a few times, until I reached between our legs and aimed it into her body. Once she felt the pressure, Cathy captured the tip of it with her pussy, and looking directly into my eyes, slowly lowered herself onto it until she bottomed out at her cervix. 

Still keeping her eyes glued to mine, she began to move her hips in a slow, rotating motion, causing my cock to touch not only the bottom of her pussy, but rub tightly against the sides of her sheath as well. The sight of her breasts, captured with the nipple clamps, swaying in front of my eyes compelled me to touch the objects of my desire, even as an adjunct to her already aroused condition. 

Reaching up, I grasped her breasts by the base in my hands and began to massage them under the chain connecting them. I loved to feel her breasts I realized, an addiction that was almost as compelling as tasting her body. A mental image of the La Brea Tar Pits slipped into my mind as I continued to fondle her. Me, the predator, taking full advantage of Cathy's 'helpless' situation, then being sucked into a hedonistic trap from which neither of us could return. 

Sliding my hands around to her back, I pulled her into my chest, allowing her head to fall onto my shoulder. I knew that the rest of her body was crying for relief as well as those areas I'd already touched, so I massaged her arms and rubbed the parts of her back that I could reach. As I did so, her moaning increased, and the effect that it had on my cock caused me to pull her torso harder onto my groin. 

As she nuzzled into my neck, I lowered my hands onto her ass cheeks, massaging them as she moved around on my cock. Slipping my hand into the crack of her ass, I found her little anus and using some of our combined juices, slipped my finger deep into her body. She shuddered and almost as though electrified, clamped her cunt tightly around my cock, and her rectum around my finger. 

I could feel my moving cock through the tissue separating her ass from her vagina and I can't tell you the intensity of the sexual rush that ran through my body just then. Reaching up with my other hand, I pulled her head off my shoulder and brought her lips to mine, chewing on them with my mouth, then spearing my tongue into the back of her throat. She responded in kind, and we battled over control of our kiss—a battle in which there could be no loser. 




Seven Days of Service - Day 07



Removing my finger from her ass, I received a growl against my lips from my pet, which I interpreted as either relief or arousal, but it had a familiar effect on my cock. Breaking the kiss, I gently pushed her back away from my chest a bit, tugged on the chain that imprisoned her nipples, and watched as her eyes closed in what could only be described as arousal to the extreme. She had never stopped groaning; nor did she ever stop moving onto my cock. 

I watched as my cock slowly split her pussy lips, pushing them into her when she dropped onto my cock, and pulling them apart as she rose up. I continued to watch for a few strokes then looked up into Cathy's face once more. She too was staring at that point where we were joined, and she'd apparently forgotten my instructions about looking into my eyes as she fucked me. 

Raising my hand, I brought it down sharply on her ass, shocking her into looking back into my face. Once our eyes locked, I smacked her again on her ass, hard. Jerking her body down onto my cock sharply, I began to sense the flutter of her orgasm working its way across her abdomen and hips in that now familiar sign that she was preparing to join me on another erotic rendezvous. 

I was nearing the edge of my own limits of sensual endurance, so I decided to perform the finishing touch to our little tryst—I reached up and removed the nipple clips from her breasts. As expected, she reacted to the sudden restoration of blood flow to her nipples with a very loud squeal of relief, and her abdomen began the jerking that warned me to prepare for her impending explosion. 

As I began my own approach to the summit, I grasped a breast in each hand and squeezed firmly—massaging her throughout our journey to sexual bliss. I'd never reached this level of pleasure with anyone before in my entire life and I emptied myself into her body in deep throbbing spasms, matching hers, grinding onto my groin in steady jerks. 

The blush of completion gradually seeped into our bodies—nearly at the same time—and I pulled her into my body tightly. Her face was damp with the sweat of sexual exertion and she rested her head on my shoulder, face turned into my neck. She licked the side of my neck softly, taking little nips of my skin as she groaned in relief. 

I didn't want to let her go at that moment, reminding myself that this evening would be the end of our delicious game. Finally we broke apart, equally shaken by the intense pleasures that we'd just shared. Reaching behind her as she sat on my lap, I unsnapped the cuffs, allowing her to bring her hands around to the front of her body. 

Sliding them up my chest she reached behind my neck and pulled me closer. I felt her shoulders begin to shake and soon realized that she'd begun crying, her tears running down my chest. I rubbed one hand up and down her back and with the other I smoothed her hair. 

"It's all right Cathy," I whispered in her ear. "It'll be over this evening." I was finally feeling some guilt for putting her through all this, but I suspected my humiliation at her hands would probably have been as bad, if not worse. 

My cock had finally slipped from her body, so I helped her off my waist and moved both of us to stand by the side of the bed. Reaching down for a couple of the towels I'd left on the stand the night before, just for this purpose, I helped her clean the evidence of our recent joust from her body and mine, and reached up to remove her collar. 

Suddenly she became re-energized and blocked my access to the collar, a frightened look in her eyes. 

"Cathy, don't worry about our deal," I told her. "The deal's on until the stroke of midnight tonight, but I need to take the collar off temporarily for our trip to the pool." 

She just stood in front of me with a completely confused look on her face, breathing heavily. As I reached for the collar this time, she allowed me to remove it, but kept her eyes on it as I placed it on the nightstand. Then, smiling at her, I said, "Ten laps in the pool—loser buys the drinks at the Harbor Bar tonight." 

The frown on her face disappeared in a flash and she bolted out the bedroom door before I could gather my thoughts. Apparently this game hadn't dampened her competitive spirit a whole lot. 

By the time I reached my patio, I heard the sound of her diving into the pool, and the subsequent splashing that told me that she was already into her first lap. Leaping in behind her, I began my own strong crawling strokes, striving to catch up. For the first couple of laps, I passed her going the other way, catching just a glimpse of her breast as her arm rose out of the water, before plunging it in again to pull herself forward. She didn't seem to be holding back a bit, I noted. 

By the eighth lap, it became apparent that although I was slowly closing the gap on her, she would win unless I went into a sprint. Pulling all my remaining energy together—which wasn't much after our bedroom acrobatics—I let out a loud grunt and began to pull with all my might. 

I thought that I'd heard an echo of my grunt when I plowed in and glancing up I saw that Cathy had gone into her own sprint just after mine. All I could glimpse between strokes were the cheeks of her beautiful ass alternately clenching and relaxing as she torpedoed through the water. A fatal distraction, I discovered. As I reached the end of the pool on the last lap, Cathy was already backing into the side of the pool, her legs apart, with her hands behind her back. 

Although I didn't see any sign of a smile or smirk on her face when I stood up in front of her, I knew it was there, just beneath the skin. We simply stood there for a few moments, naked, breathing hard into each other's face. I leaned over and kissed her once more on the forehead, telling her that it was time to get out and get dried off. 

Once dried off, I asked her to retrieve the breakfast that she'd prepared for me and do what she could to recover it for our meal. While she wandered off to do that, I returned to the bedroom and dressed once more in a t-shirt and shorts. 

Returning to the living room, I retrieved the project package that Cathy had brought yesterday and sat down at the table to examine the contents. She had made copious notes regarding the various aspects of the project details and had created a loose outline of how she and her crew might facilitate the management of the work. Curiously enough, she'd also created a table consisting of names of her project leaders and space beneath to accommodate any comments or input they might provide to the process. A week ago, she wouldn't have given them the opportunity of contributing ideas or suggestions to the work at hand. I was encouraged. 

As she walked back into the dining room, she laid out the recovered breakfast for us and stood before me, her hands at her neck. A strange posture I thought, but then I realized that I had left her collar in the bedroom. Getting up from the table I went to the bedroom and retrieved the collar. Returning to the dining room, I again attached the collar around her neck, assuring her that I'd give her the opportunity to complete the terms of service for the contest. 

We finished the meal and then directed our attention to the project details that she'd be discussing with Robert later that afternoon and with her project team tomorrow. She was sharp, very sharp, and the fact that I'd noted her including her project leadership in her potential assessment of the work process made me a bit more confident that she'd learned something this past week. 

It was nearing noon by the time we'd finished hashing out more details and time that we thought about getting ready for the meeting later that afternoon. Cathy informed me that she'd not brought suitable clothes over yesterday, thinking that she'd be returning to her own apartment last night. Instead, of course, she'd remained with me, so she'd have to return to pick up something to wear for the meeting. 

Not knowing how long her meeting with Robert would be, and in hopes of taking her out later on to celebrate her survival of the contest's service period, I suggested that I follow her back to her apartment, where she could get dressed for the occasion, and then take her in my car to the bar. She agreed. I returned to my bedroom and dressed. 

Once at her apartment, she invited me in and gave me a quick tour of her little world. It was neat, very neat, but in a confined way, as if she didn't want to make herself too comfortable off the job. Why she picked such a Spartan setup was beyond me, but I suspect it had something to do with her beloved father. Oh well. 

I mentioned that the apartment seemed a bit cramped for her and she replied, "I know. My lease is up in a few weeks, and I'm looking for something a bit bigger." I just nodded my head and continued my observation of the surroundings. 

As she was changing clothes in her bedroom, I looked around the living area a bit. Decorations were sparse, but tasteful. Wandering over to the credenza set up against the wall leading into the kitchen, I noticed several picture frames containing what had to be typical representatives of her family tree. Looking closer, I saw her as a young girl, flanked by a couple who had to be her mother and father. Her mother was a lovely, gentle looking woman gazing down at her only child, a cheerful, sparkling teenager. The father looked as she had described, a stern rigid individual, who faced the camera with a bit of a scowl. 

The rest of the pictures revealed a variety of faces that faintly resembled hers in one way or another, and spanned the age range between infant to doddering. Then, in the back towards the right side of the credenza, I saw a picture that seemed rather familiar. The picture itself appeared to be carefully trimmed, and contained the likenesses of two people. 

I remembered when the photograph had been taken—just about two years ago—after the awards ceremony for our division. Cathy and I had been awarded recognition for high sales for the quarter, just before the economy went to hell. The picture clearly showed a smiling Cathy with her award in her hands, and standing behind her, me with my award in one hand, my other on her shoulder. 

There were others in the original picture, as the photographer had 'scrunched' everyone together to get us all in one shot. I ended up behind Cathy, holding onto her shoulder for support. Apparently, everyone else had been trimmed out of the picture now, except me, who was probably too close to her to remove. Curious, I thought. 

The sound of someone clearing their throat came from behind me, and as I turned around to look, I caught my breath. She was absolutely gorgeous! 

She was wearing a black pencil skirt that ended at her knees, and a scarlet, button down the front blouse, exposing just enough of her cleavage to draw attention, but not enough to be considered improper. The black velvet collar, supporting the chrome ring, provided a wonderful contrast to the whole outfit. Looking further down, I noted that she'd changed into a pair of black sling-back heels, probably three inches or so, bringing her face up closer to mine. I'd definitely have no problem wearing this woman on my arm tonight. 

As I drove us towards the bar, I filled her in on some personal information regarding Robert, mentioning that he was still single, and that he had a penchant for beautiful women. I also repeated that he was still single, which should give her an idea of his social reliability. I wasn't quite sure why I was mentioning all this to her, given her known resistance to customer fraternization, but I could feel myself getting a bit nervous visualizing Cathy with an eligible bachelor, in any capacity. 

Glancing over at her while I was saying all this, I noticed that she was frowning at me, as though I were insulting her sense of propriety. Seeing that, I quickly changed the subject to the project at hand reminding her that she shouldn't hesitate in asking Robert the hard questions regarding the project process and goals. The more information she could extract from him this afternoon, the more complete and trouble-free her proposal would be for his committee. 

Finally, we arrived at the Harbor Bar and as we entered, all eyes seemed to swing towards Cathy, and I suddenly felt proud that she was my companion for the rest of the day. Stepping up to the bar where Hattie stood polishing glasses, our drinks were already waiting for us, as usual. 

Hattie immediately complimented Cathy on her appearance by letting out a long, low whistle. Then turning to me, she winked and mentioned that Robert had already arrived and was waiting for us in one of the far booths. After hugging Cathy briefly in greeting, Hattie escorted us to the booth containing the anxious Robert. 

I re-introduced Cathy to Robert and quickly explained to him that she was being reassigned from my project to his, and that she was prepared to go over all the details of his new project with him this afternoon. Then, excusing myself, I returned to the bar and Hattie. I wanted this to be hers, completely hers, without any interference from myself. 

Hattie soon disappeared into the back for a few moments and then returned with two cases in her hand. One was rectangular, roughly the dimensions of a very flat book. The other appeared to be the size of a ring case. Sliding the larger one in front of me, she urged me to open it. As I did so, I saw a beautiful necklace, composed of sparkling flat silver links, connected by a stud. Hanging from the stud were seven silver chain links, ending in a large silver ring. 

As I admired the elegance of the piece, Hattie explained to me the significance of the different parts of the necklace. The necklace itself represented the collar of the submissive, the seven chain links represented the seven days of the service week, and the large ring was a reminder that the wearer belonged to another. I'll have to admit that I was impressed with her choice of a memento for the event. 

"This one you owe me for, Scotty, but this one," she continued, "is on the Captain." 

As she slid the small case in front of me, she flipped the lid back, displaying a simple gold band, a bit wider than those that I'd normally associate with wedding or engagement bands. Not too unusual, except from it dangled a small silver ring, which she quickly informed me, was platinum. 

I must have had an expression of puzzlement on my face, because Hattie began to explain. "This ring is called the 'Ring of O,' Scottie, and is worn in place of the collar in situations where the collar might be a bit controversial. Not everyone understands or approves of the lifestyle you know." 

Thinking about what she'd just explained to me, it began to make a sort of sense now. There seemed to be so much about the game I was playing that I didn't know. I was just beginning to wonder however, how Hattie seemed to know so much about the game in which Cathy and I were now involved. Besides, our lives would be reset to zero tonight, when the game ends. 

Hattie must have seen the faraway look in my eyes, because she reached over, patted me on the shoulder, and said, "Yogi Berra once said, 'It ain't over till it's over,' Scottie. The Captain says to hang on to the ring—you'll know when to give it to her. In the meantime, I think that a presentation of the necklace this evening would be appropriate, whenever her business is completed." I looked down at the bar and noticed two empty glasses in front of me and a full one waiting for my attention. Time was flying, that was certain. 

I had kept a watch on the couple in the booth from the corner of my eye, noting every movement, nuance, chuckle, and gesture. For some reason or another I was taking a much more serious interest in this woman than I should and my protective instincts were on a razor's edge. Why? 

Hattie continued. "Scottie, what did you have for a social life before this contest?" Seeing no response from me she went on, "What did Cathy have before this contest?" I shook my head, trying to concentrate on what was going on in the booth and what Hattie was asking me at the same time. Finally I answered her, "Nothing, I guess." 

Slapping her hand on the bar, Hattie exclaimed, "That's right! This contest managed to get both of you back into the groove! Scottie, you've been given a reprieve on life. Whatever else happens to you two from this point on, you've both had an opportunity to experience life once again." 

I'd turned my attention fully on Hattie once I heard her hand slap down on the bar. Suddenly, I began to understand what she was talking about. She was right of course, both Cathy and I had nothing before the conditions of this contest and whether she'd have won or me, the results quite likely would have come out with similar results. It brought me to thinking about Wade in an entirely different way, the little shit. 

Looking at Hattie, I just had to ask the question that had been floating around in my head for the last few days. "Hattie, just how do you know so much about the little game that we've been playing this past week?" 

Looking me in the eye, she said, "I read a lot, Scottie. I read a lot. And I'm a big girl, in case you hadn't noticed." Reaching her left hand over to me, she slowly turned it over, palm up. "Ya'know, Scottie, for a really sharp guy, you don't really pay much attention to details, eh?" Looking down at her hand I noticed that the worn gold band on her ring finger was a bit more. There was a small platinum ring attached to her wedding ring, well worn and loose. 

She gave me a few moments to put things together, but since I was already in sensory overload, she said, "Forty seven years, Scottie." 

"The Captain?" I asked. She just nodded her head and smiled. 

Things were running through my head way too fast right now, but Hattie reached over and grabbed the hair on the side of my head and shook me gently. "Scottie," she said. "Think about it. Your marriage to Ashley went to hell because of her family's old money and there was no way for you to control her. Cathy's life went to hell because of her father's absolute control over her future. You've both found a way to re-enter the world of the living, you in control, her out of control." 

"Hattie," I said. "It all ends tonight. I don't know what I'm going to do when this is all over." 

Patting the side of my head she said, "Scottie, if she goes away after tonight, you haven't really lost anything. It just means that you never really had her to lose. I will share with you however, that anytime that we had a chance to talk by ourselves, she turned into an interrogator—peppering me with questions about you, your past, your life, your likes-dislikes and everything in between. I think you might be in for a surprise." 

I was only half paying attention to what she was saying, most of the time trying to pick up on what was happening back in the booth containing Robert and Cathy. It was apparent that they'd concluded the business portion of the meeting, because the paperwork had already been exchanged and set to the side. Robert now had his hand on Cathy's wrist and he was joking with her in a more familiar way. I saw her glance towards the bar from time to time, obviously checking up on me and Hattie, and for some reason, that bothered me. 

Finally, I got up, excused myself, and left for the bathroom. Once there, I splashed a little water on my face and tried to pull myself together. I had to remind myself that after tonight, I had no hold or claim on Cathy, and what she did with her life from this point on, was her business and hers alone. 

Damn! I felt so alone once more and I only had myself to blame. However, I felt it necessary to join the twosome about now, to see what had been decided as far as the project was concerned. I argued in my own mind that since the resources for the work would most likely be taken from my project, I had a right to know what decisions had already been agreed to. 




Seven Days of Service - Day 07



Slipping up quietly towards the booth, I suddenly stopped, wondering what it was I expected to discover going on between the two. It was then that I heard the words that would cause me even more confusion during this week of service. 

Robert had just finished saying something to Cathy and I watched her remove his hand from hers, and lean back into the booth. Looking over at him she said, "I'm flattered by the invitation, Mr. Swanson, but I have to tell you that I belong to Mr. Bentley." Robert said something more to Cathy, something I was unable to hear, and she responded, "I don't think that you understand Mr. Swanson—I belong completely to Mr. Bentley." As she said that, I saw her absent-mindedly raise her hand to brush her fingertips against the collar. 

My heart skipped a beat or two, but it was countered by the knowledge that tonight would be the end of any power I had over her, according to the terms of the 'service' agreement. Nonetheless, I stepped into their view, and sat down next to Cathy. 

"Meeting go well?" I asked. 

I saw Cathy take in a deep breath, as though she were relieved that I'd finally showed up, and Robert fell back against the booth, nodding his head. A few minutes of conversation confirmed that all details had been related to Cathy and that a solid tentative plan had been formed for the completion of her proposal for his project. 

Cathy excused herself to the ladies room and Robert and I had a few minutes to discuss the professional background of Cathy's credentials. After I'd assured him that she was very much an equal to me in project management, he switched the subject a bit and asked me if she were attached or available. 

"For what?" I asked. 

"You know, for dating or such." He replied. 

Looking him straight in the eye, I said, "Robert, Cathy belongs to me, period." As I finished saying that, I looked up and saw Cathy standing beside us, having returned from her trip down the hall. I also saw a faint smile on her lips as she reminded me of my promise to take her out after her meeting with Robert. 

Robert rose, thanked both of us for the support for his projects and undaunted, picked up Cathy's hand and kissed the back of it, bidding us a good night. As he left, Cathy turned to look at me as I looked at her. Suddenly, we both broke out into laughter! The dark mood was broken and I was grateful for it. 

As we moved back to the bar, Hattie informed Cathy that I had a present to offer her for her endurance of the past week of service. Surprised, Cathy turned to face me with a question on her face. 

I felt her eyes on me as I opened the case for the necklace. Turning, I reached for the clasp holding her collar onto her neck and as I'd expected, she tried to stop me from removing it. Looking directly into her eyes, I reached once more for the clasp on her collar, and this time she allowed me to release the clasp, although she frowned disapprovingly while I did it. 

Setting down the velvet collar, I picked up the silver necklace and held it in front of her face. Explaining the significance of the various features to her, I then attached it around her neck, and leaned in to kiss her on the forehead. Looking over her shoulder, I saw the Captain in the doorway to the back of the bar, smiling his approval. 

As tears ran down her face, Cathy brought her right hand up to the side of my face and trembling slightly, ran her fingertips softly down my cheek to my chin. Positioning her fingers under my chin she raised her face to mine and briefly kissed my lips. 

Taking our leave for the rest of the evening, we left the Harbor Bar to continue our last evening together at AJ's, the city's finest, at which I'd made reservations and the home of the area's only 4-star chef. The only concern I had was the musical theme of this establishment, which was anything from ballroom to contemporary. 

I needn't have worried however, as the food, atmosphere and the dancing turned out to be nearly perfect. My ex had insisted that I learn to dance to fit in with her snobbish crowd, and until tonight, I never really enjoyed it. Cathy turned out to be an exceptionally energetic and talented dancer, and we, as the old saying goes, "Danced the night away." 

Finally though, it was time to call it a night and reluctantly we made our way back to Cathy's apartment. It was just past midnight, and the limit of the time of service had officially expired. Reaching her doorway, I stopped and turned her around to face me. 

"Cathy," I started. "I have to tell you that I've admired the way you've held up under the conditions I've imposed on you during this week of service. I really thought I could get you to give up early and get us back to focusing on our work. I hope you don't hold any of this against me going forward and I hope we can continue to work together after this week." 

As I leaned in to kiss her, her eyes began to tear, and she suddenly broke loose from me, opened her door and quickly slipped inside, locking it behind her. I stood there for a few moments, surprised at her sudden reaction to my good night gesture. Dammit, I thought, now that really went well. 

Returning to my house, I began to feel the beginnings of my own personal torment. Cathy's scent permeating throughout the rooms, along with the more obvious evidence of her visits-the instruments I'd used for her torment-still lined up on the bed stand where we'd left them at noon, all conspired to taunt me over my sudden loss. This upcoming week was not going to be one of my best. 

(Conclusion to follow)