0 comments/ 18747 views/ 1 favorites The Presentation By: slavecynthia "Come and kneel before me, slave" With quick, graceful motion, I moved across the room and went to my knees, at Master's feet. "I have guests visiting today. Be prepared to serve them, and do not disappoint me." The bell rang and I answered the door, presenting each of His guests to Him, I kept my voice even and my eyes low. As He spoke each of their names, I recognized them. Although I had never met any of them, Master had told me they would be visiting and gave me enough information about each of them that I would be able to serve well. "Cold drinks for my guests, slave" I stood and backed out of the room, never speaking and not turning my back on the room. Once in the kitchen I began my task. The young man in the corner of the couch, Carl... iced coffee, 2 sugars and light. The woman sitting next to him Tina... diet coke, no ice. The man Master was speaking to when I left the room, Stephen... iced coffee, black no sugar. I went through the list in my head and prepared all 6 of His guests their favorite beverage. As always, Master Paul would have hot coffee. Tray in hand, I went to each of the guests and presented the beverage of choice to them. Then I returned the tray to the kitchen and went back to my place by Master's side. I remained quiet, as it was clear that this was some type of business meeting. Occasionally Master asked for something and I brought it to Him... ever so silently. Noontime came and went and it was clear that Master and His guests were getting hungry. Waiting for His signal, I went to the kitchen and brought out a tray of cocktail shrimp and a platter of fresh fruit. When I had finished serving, I was sent me to rest in Master's room. Curling up in the dog bed, I got comfortable and I fell asleep. When I woke up, it was dark and I couldn't move my arms or my legs. I did, however, hear the "swish" should in the air just moments before the singletail lashed across my breasts. The sting was incredible! I heard myself whimper and then arched my back to allow better access to my breasts. "Very nice" it was not Master's voice. "Paul, she presents well, even for discipline" I could hear the pride in His voice as He responded "My slave is a bit of a pain slut, as well as others things. Continue with the singeltail if you like, but I have many more tools that will make her scream, and some that will actually make her purr." The singeltail came down again and again. This Master was very exact in his placement and it wasn't long before every inch of my breasts was on fire. I heard the whip drop on the bed and closed my eyes under the blindfold, and waited. I didn't have to wait long. With precise placement, the evil stick snapped on the inside of my thighs. My breath caught in my throat at the sting of each contact. Then, just as quickly as it began, it stopped and I was once again left alone. Allowing me to rest also allowed me to bask in the warmth that covered my breasts and thighs. I was tingling all over from just the little bit of attention that had been given to me. Deep in my mind, I knew where my content feeling was coming from.... Master Paul was pleased with me! I was not just warm; I could actually feel myself glowing. Not much time passed and the door to the bedroom opened again. My wrists and ankles were released from the chains and I was instructed to crawl to the living room. The blindfold was left in place, but I knew where I was going. Once in the living room, I was led to the center of the rug and ordered to present myself for use. I rose up onto my knees and then dropped my torso to the floor. In this position, my head was way down and my ass lifted high making my as and cunt easy to access. I felt a light touch on my buttocks and immediately knew it was a woman's hand. Without a word she brought her hand down on my buttocks with several well placed swats. I didn't move at all as her spanking became more intense and, once she had warmed me properly, she took out a leather strap and worked on my butt until it was on fire! The leather felt good against my skin, beginning as a soft kiss and slowly intensifying, I could feel the welts begin to form. She switched to your crop! Yes! This slave felt so blessed at such attention being given to the discipline! Working in the same way, she began lightly and intensified.... My butt was bright crimson and burning with pain... the warmth was making me dizzy! I was wet and ready to release at Master's command. "Up on your hands and knees!" I raised up and the crop came down on my shoulders.... "Relax, slave. You have a long day ahead of you" As the crop came down again and again, I felt the chill spread though me.... As the crop came down with mounting aggression, the room grew silent. My tormentor continued her assault on my back, shoulders and buttocks in an increasingly aggressive manner, no one moved, no one spoke, all eyes were centered on the red and purple welts forming on my body. I was beyond the pain. All I could feel was the chill and the lust. Lust for Master Paul, and His continued happiness. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head up and back. Tearing the blindfold from my eyes, He commanded me, "CUM FOR ME! NOW!!!!!!!" I felt my body tighten and gushed! A flood of silky cum rushed from my cunt, soaking the rug beneath me. My thighs were soaked; the area behind and beneath me was soaked. As the crop continued to fall on my body, I continued to ride the waves of lust as Master and His guests sat back and admired the scene. As my orgasm began to subside, she stopped her assault, stepped in front of me, pulled my face to her and commanded me... "give me pleasure, slave. Let me feel the heat of your tongue as you lick my cunt." My greed was surprising, even to me. As my mouth moved to cover her, I was overwhelmed with the need to taste her and my tongue went wild. "Oh, yes. Don't stop slave. Paul, you have trained her well" As she began to grind her hips against my face, someone stepped behind me, fingers parted my lips and a hand was thrust into my cunt. Fingers stretched me wide, and then pushed deeper inside. My cum provided excellent lubrication and the hand slid easily in and out of my cunt. My lust was building and I wanted to taste more of this beautiful woman at my lips. As if reading my mind, she released and covered my face with her sweet nectar. "Paul, that was wonderful! We will have to make arrangements to use her often" she spoke with my Master. He came to me and stroked my hair "You should all take your time with her. My slave has been trained to crave being used. Fuck her mouth and cum on her face and breast; she will lust for more. Fuck her cunt and her ass; and she will beg to be filled again and again. Discipline her, spank her, flog her and whip her. It will bring her subspace and she will float." Master say down in His rocking chair and called to me "Crawl to me, pet. Come and taste your Master" I tightened up my cunt, holding the hand tight inside me, hoping that it would not be removed as I moved. Crawling across the floor, I felt mild disappointment when it was pulled out of me. That disappointment did not last long, nor did the "empty" feeling for, as soon as I reached Master Paul and took Him into the warmth of my mouth, my cunt was filled by an incredibly large cock! I felt as though I was being torn apart as the cock was thrust full length into my wetness! With every thrust, I was pushed forward and Master's cock went deeper into my throat. His hand moved to the top of my head and held me in place. For a moment, I couldn't breath and then I was released and drew back to the head. Taking longer deeper strokes, I could feel Him throb and the feeling set off a series of orgasms that overwhelmed me! My cunt began to spasm around the cock that was relentlessly fucking me! I knew that the flood of my release was soaking Master's guest. He began to swell and throb in my cunt and just as Master began to feed me, His guest began to fill my cunt! As soon as He pulled His cock, another replaced it! And Master Paul spoke to me... "Speak what is on your mind, slave. Tell my guests what you are feeling" I removed my mouth from His cock, licking the last drops of His cum from my lips I began to plead "please, Master.... I want more!" "More of what, slave?" He asked "More of everything, Master. Fill my cunt and my ass! Fuck my mouth and throat! Cover me with cum and whip me until I can take no more! PLEASE!!!" As another of the female guests took her place at my mouth, I felt a plug thrust into my ass, and a hard cock began to fuck my cunt. The feeling was so incredible that I began to cry! One after another, they took me. My cunt, my ass and my mouth were used over and over again. Cum covered my body from head to toe and my orgasms were non-stop. It was hours before they finally allowed me to rest. I was exhausted, dehydrated and yet still craving more! Instructing me to sit in His chair, Master Paul bound me tight with ropes, and then brought me a bottle of water. Standing before me, He encouraged me and cautioned me at the same time "Drink slowly, my slave. If you go to fast you will get sick" I sipped the water, close my eyes and let my thoughts consume me. My buttocks and back ached from the intense whipping that I had received. Every time I moved, I felt the pain from the welts, which were now changing to purple bruises. He spoke again; "before we are finished today, there will be no place on your body that is not used and marked as slave" His words thrilled me. The familiar chill of anticipation went through my body. I finished the water and waited for them to begin again. Master came to me with rope and began to bind my breasts. With each circle of rope the pressure became more intense. My breasts began to swell and turned a deep purple color. Yes, they were bound tight. He lay some tools on the table next to the chair... a heavy "thud" flogger, the braided horse hair flogger, the evil stick and a bamboo cane. In His hand He held the short crop. It was the crop that began the next round of torture and it was my nipples that were to be used. With a quick, light flick of the tip of the crop, my nipples quickly responded. They became erect and the jewelry now became a tool with which you could tease me. Twine was passed through each ring and then tied off to some over head hooks. It was pulled tight enough that my nipples would stretch just a little. Once the twine was secure, your attention went back to my breasts. The crop found it's mark and within no time at all, I was covered with little crop "kisses". The flogger was a bit harder to endure. It was thick, heavy and with each contact to my swollen breasts I felt a "shock" of pain. With my breasts so tightly bound, the flogging was even more intense. I closed my eyes and took some deep breaths and as I opened my eyes, the cane made its mark! I heard the scream before I could stop it! The pain, so intense stayed with me even after the caning was finished. Tears flowed down my cheeks in a flood of emotion. Slowly I opened my eyes and there before me was my Master. Lowering my eyes at once, I sobbed and thanked Him and His guests for honoring me with such beautiful marks. Master brought more water to me and held the bottle as I sipped. His female guests untied my wrists and ankles. Master Paul stroked my tear soaked cheek "You did well, slave. I am very proud to own you." His words made me cry again. My heart ached with love for this man who stood before me. Master helped me stand and walked me to the center of the room; His guests were all around us. "Present yourself slave." I took my proper position and each of them came to me, one at a time. As they each admired the colors inflicted, I kissed each hand and thanked them for visiting Master Paul's home and using His slave. When they had left us, Master put me to bed. "Rest well, slave. Tomorrow, we will have other guests. You will be rested and ready to present yourself" The Presentation * * * * * This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. THIS WORK CONTAINS ADULT MATERIAL, INCLUDING EXPLICIT SEXUALITY. IF SUCH MATERIAL OFFENDS YOU, PLEASE DO NOT READ FURTHER. * * * * * Ashwini really is a very attractive woman, with her bright, wide laugh, her slightly irregular, but very white teeth, her lovely fair skin and her plump and generous body. I'm entranced by her simple mangalsutra , disappearing under the collar of her tight blouse. I love the smoothness of her back and the way her spine dips sexily inwards, so much like Sunita's and Leela's. Ashwini's breasts are wonderful -- large and ripe and heavy and succulent. We are at her house one warm weekday afternoon. Her husband is at work. We have several hours to ourselves. How we managed to get here is not important; probably something to do with her asking my advice on a new project. We're in the same field, she and I and only marginally competitors. We still help each other out informally. There are fringe benefits to this, for both of us. The work is the last thing on either of our minds. This is not the first time we've done this, but somehow, we still go through the motions. I guess we're both a little awkward about doing what we really want, though, god knows we've got straight to it often enough in the past. Now she sits by me as I walk through my notes and suggestions. I have all this on a CD, of course, and we're at her home PC terminal. I tell her to go through the presentation for herself and get up to stand behind her. I guide her through the screens. Occasionally, I have to lean over her shoulder to tap a key on keyboard; and when I do, my arm is over her shoulder and my face is very close to hers. The first couple of times this happens she shifts away slightly. The third time she does not. On the next, she moves closer ... and I don't miss it. I hesitate, my fingers over the keyboard, arm stretched, bent over the back of the chair, my face close to hers. She looks at me, her face inches from mine, her lips slightly parted, and her breath is warm and sweet on my face. Neither of us can resist longer. Her lips part; her gentle brown eyes are lit by a hungry fire. The minute draws itself out into an eternity; and then our lips meet, and her open mouth is soft and moist under mine and her tongue flips gently between my lips. As we are, my head is suspended over hers. I lower my hand from the keyboard, move the other up and cup her face and neck and slowly move my hands down under the pallu of her sari and over her breasts. Her body arches in the chair. I cup and squeeze her breasts. The hunger grows in her kiss. I realize she isn't wearing a bra: I can feel the sharp stubs of her nipples through the fine material of her blouse. I slip her pallu off her shoulder and flick open two buttons of her blouse. Her cleavage is deep and enticing, and I explore its soft depths with my fingertips. She shudders under me, and I squeeze her tits hard in rising excitement. I want to fuck her tits, her mouth, her cunt, her ass. Minutes later, in her bedroom, Ashwini is sucking my cock. Taking off her sari and petticoat, still wearing only her blouse with several buttons open, her long mangalsutra outside it now, she kneels before me. My shirt is unbuttoned and hangs loose. My trousers are puddled at my feet. I keep myself fit and lean with regular workouts and solid exercise and the results show. She loves the toughness of my body. She moans, caressing her face with my cock, jerking it lovingly in her fist. By now we have abandoned all pretence of chastity. We surrender to our desire, prisoners of our lust. "C'mon ... suck my cock, slut," I growl. I know she gets turned on by rough language and hard handling. Once, after we had spent a long afternoon fucking like demons -- I was especially demanding and brutal that day -- we lay together, snuggling close despite the torpor, our bodies glistening with sex sweat, her breasts hot and heavy against my chest, her fingers curled loosely around my still thick penis. She confessed she prefers being fucked by rough, hard men, who use her for their pleasure. It sates her more than the genteel lovemaking of her husband. Poor sodding cuckold; if only he knew how many men regularly fucked his wife. Though she's discrete in her affairs, they are plentiful and she has no hesitation in fucking even her male servants. I haven't failed to notice that they're exceptionally well-built and good-looking. In bed, they treat her like the neighbourhood whore, but otherwise with infinite deference and respect. It's curious, this mixture of wanton sluttiness and middle-class respectability but, I suspect, not uncommon. I grunt softly, looking down. She's sucking my cock hard now. She really does it very well. My cock fills her face, making her cheeks distend. She pumps my rod in her fist and her head rocks back and forth between my thighs. I think it looks very sexy. It feels wonderful, too: her mouth is warm and moist and her tongue has an electric cunning that stokes the fires in my balls. "Mm ... yeh ... c'mon ... suck it, bitch," I grunt softly as her tongue coils languorously around my bulging cock-head, her teeth scraping delicately along my thick shaft. "That's good ... yeh ... keep sucking, whore ... mm ... yeh ... oh fuck yes ... suck harder! C'mon ... yes! That's it! Ohhhh uhhh yes!" Faster and faster she pumps my cock, her head rocking back and forth, her face distended with the size of my bloated penis. Groaning thickly, she rises and caresses her pretty face with my penis, her eyes half-closed, her mouth open. She pushes my cock down into her cleavage and squeezes her wonderful breasts in a tight, warm, soft sheath over my throbbing erection; her lips are hot on the base of my hard belly. I groan loudly. It feels wonderful. Her hard mangalsutra rasps over my inflamed shaft and I can feel the rigid points of her nipples pressed to my cock. Slowly, she unbuttons her blouse and lifts and squeezes her breasts, dips her head and sucks my cock again. I grin to myself, watching her suck me off, fondling her breasts wantonly. The fires grow and spread in my loins. I want to fuck her now. We move to the bed, and she lies down on her back, her legs spread wide open, her cunt-lips unfurled for my delectation. I know she enjoys having her slit licked, and, for myself, I love tongue-fucking a juicy, wet cunt. I bury my head in her crotch. Ashwini gasps and arches, biting her lower lip, her hands flying to her breasts. Her cunt-juices are already streaming, and their heady taste and musky odour make my head swim. I lap at them, flip her stiff clitoris back and forth under my tongue, whip it gently to and fro. She gasps and moans, her hips writhing under my face, her body jerked back and forth, her breasts jiggling. Her mangalsutra lies askew, looped around one gorged, succulent mound. She twists the chain in her fingers and rasps the hard metal over her quivering nipple, gasping thickly. I draw her hard clitoris between my lips and nibble it tenderly. She cries out sharply. "OHHHHHHH uhhh yes! OH god yes! Do it, Anand ... yes Oh ma uhhhhh ahhhh uhhh yes! OHHHH uhhh yes!" I continue tongue-fucking her mercilessly and her cries get sharper and louder now, and her fingers are twined in my hair, moving my head around between her thighs. Her hips buck and lurch under my face. I sense the imminence of her orgasm and pause in the nick of time. Rising, I move up over her body, between her thighs. She is panting and moaning wantonly and she fondles my penis, pulling it down to her crotch. "Fuck me," she groans. "C'mon Anand ... fuck me!" I kiss her, thrusting my tongue deep into her mouth, squeezing her breasts in my hands. My cock-head is at her cunt-lips. Slowly, I flex my taut, firm buttocks and ease my hips forward. My huge, hot, throbbing erection squeezes into her tight, wet, soft cunt. I grunt thickly as her cunt convulses on my penis. She gasps and, biting her lower lip, arches steeply under me, her mouth wide open. "OHHHHHHHH uhhhh yes!" she cries. "Oh god yes!" I shove my cock deeper into her cunt, and yet deeper, going in and in till I have buried myself to the hilt in her body. Her hips buck up at mine, her loins pressed taut to my crotch. I lift my body on outstretched arms, my hands on her swollen breasts, crushing them under my weight, and begin fucking her slowly and heavily and deeply. I unflex my buttocks, slide my cock out of her, making her gasp; I pause briefly; then, flexing my buttocks, I swing my hips forward and drive my cock into her cunt again. Ashwini's fleshy body arches and bows under mine, her hips rising and falling in an erotic cadence that matches my tempo perfectly. Spasms of pleasure cross her pretty face and her cries are loud and erotically lewd. "Ohhhh uhhh ohhh uhh yes! Oh ma uhhh yes!" she cries. "Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me, Anand! Fuck me!" I keep stroking in and out of the older woman's cunt with a deep, skewering, grinding action, pushing and squeezing my cock as deep into her cunt as I can, savouring its delightful heat and wetness and convulsions. Her hips buck and rock in unison with mine. The heat flares in my loins and I slip my hands off her breasts. She groans, squeezing her breasts herself, kneading them in mounting excitement. I begin moving faster and faster, pumping my hips vigourously up and down, plunging greedily in and out of her body. "Take it! Oh uhhhh yes ... c'mon, Ashwini ... take it ... take my cock, whore ... take it!" I gasp. Faster and faster I go and her body jerks and snaps under my thrusts, her breasts jiggling, her head whipping from side to side, her long mangalsutra dancing on her creamy skin. She begins to orgasm and I arch my head and gasp in joy as her cunt convulses frantically on my penis. I growl in satisfaction and ram my cock hard and deep into her cunt, again and again, slamming it in, drawing out, reaming in. "OH! OHHHHH uhh OHHHH uhh OHHHH!" she cries. "Oh ma! Oh ma uhhh OHHHH!" "C'mon ... take my cock!" I grunt. I shift gears smoothly, moving from deep, snapping thrusts to an undulating motion so that my cock squeezes in and up and out and in and up and out in one seamless action. Ashwini moans and gasps, trying to match my rhythm. Her lovely face is suffused with lust, her eyes half-closed, her mouth half-open, her head turned to one side. Her body jerks and rocks with my thrusts, her breasts jiggling, her mangalsutra slithering between her swollen breasts which she cups and kneads in both hands. I move faster and faster and her cries rise in pitch and volume. Her orgasm nears and grows and grows and then hits her like a thunderclap. She cries out hotly, arching under me, her cunt convulsing frantically on my penis. I keep moving rhythmically in and out of her flesh. Her orgasm peaks and begins to wane and I move faster, taking her for myself now. Faster and faster and harder and deeper and deeper, now rocking and reaming wildly in and out of her cunt till my own orgasm hits. With a shuddering groan, I pull out of her cunt and scooting up her body, shove my cock between her tits. She cranes her head and sucks my cock-head. I explode, moaning in relief as the heat surges from my loins and spurts in hot, thick, creamy jets into her open mouth and spatters her face and neck and breasts, puddles in her deep cleavage. ~~~~~ E N D ~~~~~ Comments are, of course, welcome: mixoscopist@cnbindia.com; mixoscopist@gmail.com This story is copyright Mix O'Scopist, 2001-2005. Please do not republish, repost, transmit or distribute without permission (which will be readily granted, without fee, but only on condition that the authorship is acknowledged and credit lines and copyright notices, including this one, are retained intact). ------------------------------------------- Glossary: mangalsutra : typical necklace, usually of black beads, or black and gold beads, with or without a pendant, worn by married Hindu women. Along with the vermilion mark on the forehead or in the parting of the hair, signifies marital status. A mangalsutra sometimes has a pendant of diamond or gold. The pendant design varies, but most commonly is a pair of small twin inverted cups. sari : traditional Indian garment for women. Six yards of cloth wrapped around the waist, tucked into a petticoat and the trailing edge carried over the shoulder to form the upper body part of the garment. pallu : the trailing edge of the sari . The Presentation Amy leaned back in her office chair, rubbed her eyes and stared at the computer screen. Her brain was exhausted. She was in the middle of a major marketing presentation for her boss that was due to tomorrow when her computer screen suddenly went blank. "Shit, shit, shit," cried Amy, "why is this happening now? I need to get this done." Amy looked over the top of her cubicle, but she didn't see a soul. Glancing at her watch, she saw that it was 9:11 p.m. Her co-workers had gone home hours ago. Amy hit the monitor a few times, but nothing happened. The screen was still blank. She remembered that her company had a 24 hour IT Help desk. She prayed some competent geek was working who could help her. She quickly lifted the handset and dialed. Someone answered on the third ring. "Help desk. What is your computer problem?" asked a monotone voice. "Hi, this is Amy Johnson in marketing on the 7th floor. I was working on a very important presentation for my boss, Mr. Sweeney, that is due tomorrow and my screen went totally blank. I think I lost everything! Can someone help me?" pleaded Amy. "Well, Ms. Johnson, we are a little short staffed tonight. Chad was on his way home, but I'll see if he can stop by your cubicle before he goes," replied the Help desk operator curtly. "Thanks so much," said Amy. She hoped that Chad could fix her machine. She stood and stretched her long legs. She had been working on this presentation for weeks. Just this morning, Mr. Sweeney had asked her to look at one more option for the brand. The request had thrown Amy into a tailspin and she had been crunching numbers all day. She remembered she had not eaten anything since breakfast and she was starving. "I must look like a wreck," she thought to herself. She grabbed her purse and took out a hairbrush. She quickly combed her long, reddish brown hair and applied some lipstick to her full lips. She heard footsteps and she stashed her things back in her desk drawer. A tall, broad shouldered man was standing at the opening of her cubicle. He had dark, curly hair and intense green eyes. Smiling at Amy, Chad checked her out from head to toe. When she stood up from her desk to greet him, her short red mini skirt rode up slightly on her hips. Chad noticed her long, athletic legs. "You must be Chad. I'm Amy. Please help. I am in the middle of this important presentation that is due tomorrow. I don't know what happened. The screen just went blank," explained Amy. "Let me take a look at it," said Chad as he approached her computer. The cubicle was tiny and as he walked past her, their bodies brushed against each other. Amy blushed and did not say a thing. Chad sat down in front of the computer and hit a few buttons. Amy heard several clicks, but the screen remained blank. In the reflection of the blank screen, Chad could see Amy's shiny hair and red, lush lips. Her breasts looked full, and firm beneath her silk blouse. He felt himself getting aroused. "Look Amy, your monitor is blown. There is nothing I can do tonight. I am actually off the clock so I will write up a ticket and someone will come by tomorrow to bring you a new monitor," said Chad. "NO!" shouted Amy," you don't understand I have got to get this done or my boss will crucify me. Can't you help me? I will write a great letter to your boss about your going above and beyond the call of duty if you help me tonight." Chad liked her. She was really panicked and he was enjoying it in some way. He liked the fact that a marketing person was not in control for once. "Amy, that's nice but I don't really need another letter for my personnel file," said Chad as he stifled a yawn. "Okay, what do you need? I will pay you cash to stay and fix my monitor," pleaded Amy. "I don't need your money," said Chad. He watched her get more and more frustrated with him. "Fine, what do you need Chad? What can I give you to get you to stay and help me?" asked an exasperated Amy. Chad took two steps towards Amy and took her right hand and placed it on the growing bulge in the front of his pants. Amy did not recoil. It had been a long time since she had felt an erection. "What do you want me to do?" asked Amy matching Chad's stare. "Well Amy, I think you know what I want. I want to fuck your mouth," said Chad in a husky voice. He took her slender hand and rubbed it against the fly of his pants. "Let's be clear. I give you a blow job and you will fix my monitor?" asked Amy. "Yeah, I will fix it tonight," said Chad. He sat down in her office chair and put his hands behind his head in anticipation of what was to come. Amy kneeled on the floor in front of him between his legs She could not believe that she had just agreed to give him a blowjob, but she needed to finish the presentation. She unzipped his pants. She could see the bulge in his white cotton briefs. The sight of his hard cock aroused her. "Wait," ordered Chad, "I want you to be able to reach all of me." He quickly pulled his pants and briefs down to his ankles. Gingerly, Amy took Chad's cock in her hands. She began to stroke the thick shaft with her hands. Chad was rock hard and his face was flushed with excitement. "A deal's a deal, Amy. Suck me," ordered Chad. Amy slowly licked the head of Chad's cock with the tip of her tongue. She alternated between nibbling and licking. Chad moaned softly as her tongue swirled over the head of his cock. She opened her mouth fully and took Chad inside of her. She imagined how carnal she must look sucking off a total stranger. This thought excited her and she began to suck harder and to take Chad deeper into her throat. He moaned with pleasure and placed his hands on the back of Amy's head. He forced her head all the way down his shaft. Amy continued to suck his cock and simultaneously massage his balls. Chad reached down and put his hand between Amy's legs. She was clearly excited and her wetness intensified Chad's lust. Chad pulled his cock out of Amy's mouth. He stood up from her chair and pulled her off of the floor. "What are you doing?" asked Amy. Wordlessly Chad turned Amy to face her desk and then bent her over it. He yanked her panties down and spread her legs. She could feel his still hard cock at the entrance to her pussy. "I am going to fuck your hot cunt now," said Chad as he began to enter her. "Oh my God! That feels so good," cried Amy, "yes, please fuck my cunt." She lifted her bottom up so Chad would have easy access. Holding tightly onto her hips, Chad forcefully thrust himself into Amy. He continued to thrust until he felt her shudder and orgasm. He held her tightly as he exploded inside of her. Chad let Amy finish spasming before he pulled out of her. He helped her to her feet. "Are you okay," Chad asked. Amy nodded her head. "My monitor," said Amy as she pointed to her computer. "Yeah, right. A deal's a deal," said Chad. He reached behind the computer and reconnected the cord that went to the monitor. The screen blinked and Amy's presentation popped up. "That's all it needed?" cried Amy, "the stupid cord was out?" "A deal's a deal, Amy. I fixed it and I think I helped you in the process," said Chad grinning. With that he left and Amy sat down to finish her presentation. The Presentation She closed her eyes and rubbed her temples. This headache was just getting worse. The entire afternoon she has spent in the boardroom with stuffy, uptight men in suit and ties listening to them argue over the presentation. It had to be ready for the meeting tomorrow. It had to be done right, and she would have to do it herself. She spoke quietly, "This is the offer we will give them." She grabbed a marker and flipped over the poster board, sketching out a rough draft. The three men just stared, mouths agape. Pushing the board across the table, she stood to leave. "Finish this before you leave. I will see you all in the morning. Early." As she walked the hall to her office, she reached down to remove her shoes. She loved dressing the part of important businesswoman, but these Manolo Blahnik heels hurt her feet. Closing her office door behind her, she tossed her shoes in the corner and opened her blouse. She headed into the bathroom, removing her clothes as she walked. She studied herself in the mirror as she adjusted the temperature of the water in the shower. Hair up and looking frazzled, and she had dark circles under her eyes. But her breasts were firm and perky, her skin smooth and pale. She turned to view her rear; it was still tight and lifted, even though she had neglected exercise since taking the promotion. She ran her hands over her large hips and shapely thighs; it had been so long since feeling the touch of a man. She had no time for dating, she was always at work. Pulling the pins from her hair, she stepped into the steamy shower. She needed to wash away the stress of this last week. She didn't know if her presentation tomorrow would be accepted, but someone had to make the tough decisions. If it didn't work out, maybe she would move down to Florida to spend time with her sister. As she washed her hair, she dreamed of a white sand beach, an umbrella drink in hand. She was so far in dreamland; she didn't hear the door to her office open. Jay entered her office and immediately saw her clothes on the floor leading to the bathroom. Hesitating just a moment, he walked quietly to the bathroom door and peeked inside. He could see her in the shower, through the steam. He bit back a groan. Watching her sensuously moving behind the glass door, she was so damn sexy. He stood watching her wash herself. Mesmerized and growing harder by the moment. His hand went to his bulge and started to rub. He was glued to the spot, time stood still. Suddenly the water stopped and she stepped out. He was like a deer caught in the headlights. He quickly turned to head for the office door, but his feet got tangled in her skirt that was on the floor. He fell sideways, hitting his head on the doorjamb. He woke slowly. His head was pounding, and he felt like he was in a deep, dark cave. Opening his eyes, he tried to focus. Everything was a blur. He raised his hand to his forehead. Or rather, he tried to, his arm wouldn't move. His vision was coming back, that was at least something. But why couldn't he move his arms or legs? "Welcome back, Jay. You took quite a tumble." He could see a pair of pale legs. Very shapely and sexy, curving upward to reveal her, naked and stunning. She smiled down at him. "You have been caught Jay, you naughty, naughty boy. And now you will be taught a lesson. I will remind who is the boss here." She knew it sounded cliché, but when she found him unconscious, an overwhelming desire to have and possess him had come over her. She didn't know exactly what she was doing, but she was going to have her way with him. After stripping his clothes off, and tying his hands with his tie and his ankles with his belt, she had waited for him to awaken. Growing moist with the thoughts of using his beautiful cock to fulfill her needs. She knelt beside him. His eyes widened as he took in the site of her small breasts near his face. "Would you like to touch them?" she whispered. He gasped, his mouth wetting at the thought. She leaned over him and slowly lowered first one, and then the other to his eager lips and tongue. He suckled and nibbled on each breast as it was offered. She let out small moans each time his teeth grazed her hardened nubs. He could feel his penis growing and hardening by the minute. After her nipples had been thoroughly lavished, she leaned back on her heels to smile down on him. "That was very good. I think your mouth may just be what I need." She trailed her fingers down his chest, tickling down to his belly button. His cock surged upward, and he moaned loudly. "Tsk, tsk... no you don't, big boy," she laughed. "You haven't earned that yet." She climbed up onto his chest, straddling him and leaned back. He could see her moist treasure. Her pussy was neatly trimmed and so tempting. He moaned again. "Oh, would you like a taste?" she asked, dipping her fingers down to part the glistening lips. She swirled her finger around, and brought it back out, moist with her juices. She showed him her finger, brought it to his face, but as his tongue darted out, she quickly changed direction, bringing it to her own mouth and licking it clean. He stared at her mouth, her finger just inside, licking it clean while she smiled down on him. He again tried to move his arms and legs, it was no use, he was tightly tied. As a matter of fact, his hands were starting to feel numb; they were tied beneath his back. He arched his back, trying to buck her off. She just raised up a bit, and inched forward, moving her pussy towards his chin. She reached down and grabbed his hair, raising his head up. "Lick, boy." His tongue darted out and she ground herself into his eager mouth. He dipped his tongue into her wet folds and tasted her sweet cream. She arched her back and pulled on his hair, letting his lips and tongue pleasure her. When his lips clamped around her hard clit, she let out a moan. Her body tensed up, then she was cumming hard against his mouth. He tried to lap up all her juices, his face was soaked with her cum. As her orgasm subsided, she released his hair and swung her leg so she was again sitting next to him. She smiled and ran her fingers down his cheeks, to his collarbones and down to his nipples, giving each one a twist. His cock twitched again. It was harder than he had ever seen it, oozing precum from the tip to wet his belly. "It looks like he's ready for me now," she said, climbing on top of him again, this time straddling his straining cock. She took it in her hands and rubbed the tip against the lips of her sex. Looking him in the eye, she growled, "You will not cum without permission. Do you understand?" He bit his lip and nodded. She slowly lowered herself down on his eager dick. When she was all the way seated, she ground herself on his pelvis, rocking back and forth. Her small breasts swayed and the nipples were so hard. He bent his knees to get enough traction to rock up into her. She put her hands on his chest and started to lift her hips, up until his cock almost came out, then slam back down again. Over and over, he could feel the walls of her pussy squeezing his cock. Trying to milk his cum from him. He willed his orgasm away. She slammed down and rose up, moving quickly now, her breathing ragged and her hands clawing at his chest. Her back arched, she stopped breathing and rocked back and forth. He could feel her contractions around his raging cock. He could feel his balls tightening; he knew that in another moment he wouldn't be able to hold out anymore. She stopped rocking. She slowly rose up and removed herself from his cock. Sitting again next to him, she lowered her head until it rested on his belly. "Thank you," she whispered. She took the head of his cock in her mouth, and gently cleaned it. "Thank you," she said again. She rose up and walked into her bathroom, he could hear the shower start. He lay there, his hands and arms numb, and his erection slowly went away. When the shower stopped, he looked towards the bathroom, waiting for her. She finally came out, dressed in jeans and a button up blouse. She smiled at Jay. "Would you like to cum?" she asked. "Yes, please. Could you untie me first though?" he begged. "Of course I will untie you. But you will do what I want, when I want. Do you understand?" "Yes, yes. I will do whatever you want," he stammered. "Good boy. I think you will do nicely," she said. "There is a sex store a few blocks from here, we need to do some shopping. First, we will get you a cage; you will only get an erection when I say so. Of course, for your training, we also need to get a plug, and I think a nice strap on will be good for starters. Let's get you untied and dressed so we can get started." She walked over to Jay in her bare feet, knelt by his knees and unbuckled the belt around his ankles. Grabbing his hips, she rolled him onto his side and untied the tie that bound his wrists. He lay back, massaging his arms and looked at his boss Dawne. She really was a beautiful woman, with long blonde hair, and a body that would make a dead man hard. His cock twitched, and started to come back to life. He was lying naked on the floor with a beautiful woman kneeling next to him. She had told him she was going to put him in a cage, he wasn't sure what he thought about that. He wondered if she was normally this way with her men. Jay had been working with Dawne for 5 years; they had been equals until she was promoted this last year. He knew she was smart, a go-getter, but she hadn't exuded any real authority until she became the boss. He had never met any of the men she had dated, and honestly didn't know if she had dated any at all. Rumor around the office was that she was a lesbian. Dawne rose up and threw Jay his clothes. "Get dressed, I'll call the car service." She was nervous. She couldn't believe that she had done that. She had teased and denied him, using him for her own pleasure. She had never been that demanding in her sexual life. She hadn't known she had it in her. She walked to her desk, and pulled her cell phone out of her purse. She had her back turned to him, completely ignoring him. Now was his chance. Quietly, he approached her, and when she put her phone down, he grabbed her by the neck, gripping tightly. He growled into her ear, "We will not be buying a chastity cage tonight, Dawne." She gasped and tried to turn. He held her in place, grabbing her wrists together and pulling them behind her. He pushed her body over her desk, knocking the lamp off and onto the floor. Leaning over her, he roughly bit her ear. She pulled her arms, and arched her back, trying to get him off her. He had such a firm grip on her neck, it was difficult to breath; his other hand binding her wrists tightly behind her back. "I am not going to be your little fuck toy Dawne," he said. "In fact, I don't think that is what you want at all. I think that you want to be fucked good and hard, by someone who knows how to do it. You want to be told what to do. You want to be a good little slut. You tied me up, you teased the hell out of me, and now you are going to be punished." Quickly, he removed his hand from her throat and took the loose tie from his neck to bind her wrists. He pushed her back onto the desk. She hadn't said anything to him, but her breathing was harsh and rough. He hesitated for a moment. If he were wrong, he would lose his job. But his instincts told him that he was right. Reaching around her, he unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, yanking them and her panties down to her knees. She was sufficiently bound, as he had been earlier. He pressed his hard cock against her soft ass, leaning down to kiss the back of her neck. "Are you ready for your punishment?" She didn't say anything, looking at him with wide eyes, a bit of a panic in her face. "I won't do anything you don't want me to Dawne. I won't force myself on you. I'm not a rapist. You have to tell me what you want." He once again pressed his cock between the valley of her ass, moving it up and down, grinding into her. She raised up on tip toes to get a better angle, hoping to feel his cock against her pussy. He backed away. Leaving her laying across her desk, her pants gathered around her knees. She didn't move. "Tell me what you want Dawne. Tell me what you need," Jay said. "I want you, Jay," she whispered. "I need your hard cock." "And do you need to be punished for teasing me earlier, Dawne?" "Yes. Yes, I need to be punished. I have been a bad girl. I'm so sorry," Dawne whimpered. He reached between her legs, running his fingers along her flower. "You are so wet, are you ready for your punishment?" "Yes, Sir. I am ready," she said. He pulled his hand back and smacked her ass on the right cheek with the palm of his hand. She jumped and cried out. He quickly smacked her left ass cheek, pushing on her tied wrists to keep her down on the desk. Back and forth, he gave a dozen swats. She was panting, her pale ass red. He touched between her legs, and the wetness was overwhelming; she was dripping. "Mmmm, I think you enjoyed that didn't you?" he asked. "I don't think you want to be in charge all of the time, do you? You need to be told what to do sometimes, to have someone else make the decisions." His fingers continued to tease her wet pussy. She squirmed and whimpered. With his other hand he started to stroke his now rigid cock. The precum was oozing down his shaft, flowing copiously from the tip. "So, Dawne, it looks like we have a predicament here. You teased me. You tied me up and didn't let me cum. I am not a boy toy. I will not be caged and trained. Now, it seems to me that you enjoyed that punishment. Am I correct?" She nodded. "You need to tell me what you want. Should I leave now?" he asked. "No. No, please don't leave. Please fuck me," she said quietly. "What was that? I didn't quite hear that. What do you want?" he asked again. "I want your hard cock. I want you to fuck me. I need it. Please," she said. He slid up to stand between her legs, rubbing his dick up and down her dripping slit. She wriggled back against him, pushing up onto her toes. He grabbed her wrists with one hand, her hip with the other, and thrust himself slowly deep into her moist tunnel. He was ready to explode, but wanted to take his time and take his pleasure from her. Fully seated, he just stopped and enjoyed the feeling of her hot wetness enveloping him. She whimpered again, trying to buck back onto his cock, trying to make him lose control and take her hard and fast. He pushed her down onto the desk by her bound wrists, and swatted her ass. "Don't move," he growled. "This is my turn, and I will savor every moment as I choose." He slowly pulled his cock out of her pussy. All the way out. Feeling it pulse and wrap around him, trying to hold him inside. Then pressed it back to her opening, slowly popping his defined head into the entrance of her tunnel. Then he slowly, slid his cock back inside, to fill her deep. He could feel her pussy gripping him. His balls were tight and pressed up against her. Again, he slowly pulled all the way out, then pushed all the way back inside. Again and again, until he was almost in a trance. Pushing down on her wrists. Slowly sliding out, then slowly popping back inside. Balls deep. Feeling her wriggle, her pussy clenching. Her wetness dripping. Watching his cock disappear each time inside her. His balls tightening, he felt his orgasm approaching. He pulled his cock all the way out again, and released her hands from his grasp. His wet, hard cock jutting straight out he stepped back, breathing heavily. She looked back at him, her eyes questioning. He shrugged his shoulders. "I'm not a Dom any more than you are. I don't want to force you to take my cock." Dawne leaned to the side, to get purchase so she could stand. She looked him in the eyes. Then she dropped to her knees in front of him. She opened her mouth, offering it for his cock. He gently took her by the head. "Are you sure?" She licked her lips and moved her head forward to take his cock into her mouth. Her tongue sneaking out to lick the tip, then swirling it over and around his cock. Looking up into his eyes, she sucked hard on the tip of his cock. Then closing her eyes, and losing herself in the moment, she sucked it down as far as she could. It was covered in her juices, and the combination of tastes had her in ecstasy. He grabbed her hair, and guided his cock deeper into her mouth. Her hands were behind her; she could not control the depth, but opened up further to take more of his cock in her mouth. She used her tongue, pushing against his cock, stroking him with her tongue and lips. Faster and faster he thrust, she moaned around his cock, making it thrum. All the way to the back of her throat she took it, until he gasped and started to shoot his cum deep inside her mouth. Swallowing, and continuing to suck his cock, she smiled up at him. She leaned forward and back, stroking his cock over and over with her mouth until he pulled her away. He fell to his knees next to her, caressing her head against his chest. At that moment, she felt so warm and happy. Protected in his arms. She felt cared for. "Would you like to come back to my place? Spend the night with me," he said. She nodded, tears in her eyes. She would worry about work tomorrow. She didn't know what this office affair would mean for her. She didn't know if after tomorrow's presentation if she would even still have a job. At this moment, she didn't care. Dawne felt that she would always feel safe in Jay's arms. They could work out who would be in charge in bed; besides, it was fun taking turns.