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Taking Dictation

By: DelishuslySynful



She stepped into the elevator, holding the light summer raincoat tightly closed, and paused to press the button that would take her to the seventh floor where their offices were housed. She'd been planning this day almost from the moment he'd hired her as his personal assistant several months ago. 

It had all began innocently. In fact, the first time she'd sat down to take dictation, he paced back and forth in front of her chair. It had been very hard to concentrate the blank page, with the sound of his voice sliding like a caress across her skin. The longer it took, the more heated her body became. When he finally summed up the ending, she was almost panting with relief. 

He walked around, and again took his seat behind the desk. She took this as a sign that he was finished with her for the time being and stood to leave. But in the process of reaching for the doorknob, she looked back to find him watching her speculatively. From that point on things between them began to slowly change.

Lately, when she took dictation he stood behind her chair, with both hands lightly resting on her shoulders, as if she needed to feel his touch to complete the work as he required. She began to dress differently, her skirts became noticeably shorter. She went shopping for things that would accentuate the slenderness of her legs, and add much needed height to her 5 foot tall frame.

When she woke up this morning, there was an almost sensual warmth to the air. She decided that today, was the day. When she opened the closet, hanging on the door was the outfit that had been bought especially for this one special day. She knew he would appreciate her efforts.

This special outfit consisted of, a hunter green blouse that was sheer enough to see the creamy camisole worn under it. A black leather miniskirt that would be impossible to keep tugged down, even if she tried. And finishing off the ensemble, a pair of gleaming black leather strappy sandals with 5 inch platform soles. 

The outfit would be unveiled when she took off the raincoat once she reached the office this morning. But she wouldn't reveal the special secret that lays unwrapped beneath her skirt and blouse, that he would have to discover all on his own. Wondering at his reaction made her shiver with excitement.

The muted ding as the elevator reached the seventh floor startled her out of the erotic daydreams that filled her head. She was trembling when the doors finally swished open. The corridor that led to their offices seemed twice as long as usual, but she knew that was merely anticipation. It was with a curious sense of relief when the lock clicked open around the key she inserted into it.

She sat down at her desk and went through the daily mail, sorting and prioritizing the letters to be responded to. Checking the clock, she knew he would arrive at any moment. However, when he pushed open the door and greeted her with a somewhat sardonic smile, she wasn't prepared for the flutter of nervousness that settled in the pit of her stomach.

A little while later, the inter-office phone buzzed and she picked up the stack of mail. Taking a deep breath, she grasped the doorknob to his office and knew it was now, or never. He never even looked up when the door opened.

"Cancel my morning appointments, Cynthia, I have too much paperwork that must be completed and in the mail by this afternoon's post." he said without looking up.

"Yes, Mr. Walters." she answered.

"And I need these papers filed immediately." he said, pushing a folder across to the left side of his desk.

"Of course, Sir. There are three letters in today's post that requires an immediate response as well, Mr. Walters. Would you like to read them first?" She asked.

"Yes, let's just go ahead and get them out of the way." he said as he began to quickly read the first page.

She sat down and crossed her legs, creating a resting place for the steno-pad where she could write down his dictation before taking it back to the keyboard to translate into something resembling the English language. His eyes were immediately drawn from the sheet of paper in his hand to the shadow created when her skirt pulled away from her thigh. He was almost positive that what he saw was pale bare skin.

An hour later, she stood up and took the folder of loose papers and began to file them in the cabinets he kept locked and refused to be allowed out of his office. Paying close attention to detail, she did not realize he had turned and was watching her every move. Each time she bent to pull open a different drawer, he shifted to get a better look.

She squatted to rifle through a group of folders and the scarlet soles of her heels caught his eye. Without thinking, his right hand slipped under the edge of his desk and onto his groin. He could feel the hunger growing, just like every other time she sat down in front of him. Hiring this woman might have been the biggest, most dangerous, mistake he'd ever made, but he knew no matter what he'd never regret it.

She stood and turned, just in time to catch the expression on his face. Raw lust, a hunger so strong that it almost sent her to her knees. Moisture began to pool between her legs, she knew it would seep down onto the inside of her thighs if she didn't get out of there soon. Just as she was about to excuse herself, he stood up. The closer he got, the most intense the look became in his eyes. 

She stood frozen in place, unable to move away as he lifted both hands to the sides of the filing cabinet, effectively trapping her against his body. She knew no matter how badly she wanted this to happen, it could be a total disaster.

"Mine." was all he said as his mouth covered hers, forcing her hard against the unforgiving metal behind.

She moaned into the punishing kisses, and lifted both hands to cup his face. Breathing him in, tasting his tongue when it forced it's way into her gasping mouth. She was helplessly lost, and proved it by dragging one knee along the outside of his thigh. 

The moment he felt her respond, his hands shifted. One dropped to her arm, pulling her off balance as he took a step back, the other between her spread thighs. If he'd been more in control of his need, the fact that his fingers slid into wet heat without the resistance of cloth might have caused him to stop. But, it was too late for both of them, and they knew it.

Unconsciously, he lifted the soaked fingers to his mouth and licked her taste off his skin. Somewhere deep inside of him, the beast reared his head and howled. The feeling of possession immediately raged out of control, this was his and only his.

He spun her around and half carried, half dragged her across to the desk. It's mirrored top was littered with papers and folders, which he immediately swept off onto the floor without hesitation. A feral smile crossed his face when she moaned at the sudden action.

Taking a wrist in each hand, he forced her forward, arms spread wide. His hips thrust tightly against the scrap of leather she'd worn as a skirt and he began to rub against her. She could feel the rising bulge against her ass and whimpered in need. His hands slid from her hips, around to the front of her blouse and with a sharp ripping sound, tore it from her body.

She wanted to cry out, to protest the rough treatment, but something inside almost sang with joy at the way it felt to the prospect of being taken this way.

"My blouse." she whispered.

"Fuck the blouse." he hissed against the back of her neck. "And I'm going to fuck you for tempting me this way."

A gasp was the only response she made as he jerked up the hem of her skirt and growled to find her ass bare, as he'd known it would be. 

"Little slut, you came prepared to be my whore today, didn't you?" he growled as his hands pulled her back against his throbbing cock.

"Yes, ohgdd yes." she moaned, pushing back to meet his grinding cock.

He didn't say another word, nothing at all except to unfasten his slacks and let them fall to the floor in a pool of fabric around his ankles. With one hand pressing her down onto the cold glass top of his desk, he grasped his cock in the other, guiding it between her quivering wet thighs.

One hard thrust and he was inside the tightest, wettest, hottest little pussy he'd ever had. It was a struggle not to cum before he'd even begun, but he managed. If this was to happen only once, he wanted it to last a very long time. Just when he thought he had himself under control, she moved. 

And then she moved again, almost as if she was impatient for him to continue. He leaned over her growling low against her ear, and almost lost it again when the walls of her hot little pussy contracted around him. That's when he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that she wanted this as much, if not more, than he did.

Wrapping both arms around her body, cupping a breast in each hand, he began to fuck her. His cock seemed to get harder with every stroke. She began to softly beg for more. Her ass began to rock as she pushed up on the toe of her shoes, fucking him back.

"Gdd, you're such a hot little bitch, fuck me, Cyn, fuck me hard." He hissed against her cheek.

Whimpering, unable to make sense with her words, she wiggled on his cock. Her hands reached up to the front edge of his desk and she pulled herself up until her feet, shoes and all, dangled an inch off the floor. His body followed, humping her like a dog after his bitch.

Suddenly she screamed, shrill cries that seemed to echo off the walls around them. His thrusts slowed, but with tears sliding down her cheeks, she begged him not to stop. That's when he felt the spasms shaking her body. Her slick juices seeping down the length of his cock. Coating his heavy sac, and dripping onto his thighs.

Realizing that she was in the middle of an intense orgasm was the last straw, his body couldn't take any more, and with a howl, his balls sent a flood of cum rocketing into her tight little pussy. Even after her orgasm began to slow, he could feel the softer spasms milking his cock of any remaining seed. His head dropped to the desktop beside hers, their combined breath leaving little fog smudges on the glass.

"Oh fuck, Cyn. You just rocked my world." he panted against her shoulder.

She smiled and made a little sound that agreed with his comment. Her body still rippling around his softening shaft.

"I hope this doesn't mean I'm going to lose my position with your firm." she said

He laughed gruffly and replied, "If anything, it will firm up your 'position' under me."

They both laughed at the double entendre.

He slowly pushed up without allowing his cock to slide out of her cum soaked pussy, watching the swollen lips shift around him. He bit back the groan as his softening shaft began to grow hard again. This would have to be a more than once happening between them. She was too desirable to fuck and forget.

He leaned back without slipping completely from her juicy pussy and lifted one knee, slowly turning her over and placing both knees on his shoulders as he leaned down again. She laid there looking up at him, breathing as if she'd just run a marathon. He watched her plump little nipples sway on the tips of the full firm breasts that heaved as she struggled to catch her breath.

The more they swayed, the more aroused he became, until his open mouth covered one, sucking greedily. She squealed at the sudden suction around the distended nipple. Her back bowed upwards off the glass, with her ass pinned down by his hard thrust. He began to pump slowly, moving from one nipple to the other, and back again. 

He sucked and licked the reddened flesh as if starving, and she provided the banquet he had been craving. He growled as his teeth closed around one and gently shook his head. Her hot walls contracted around his cock, squeezing tightly. The sudden need to cum caused his mind to go blank to everything, except the need to flood her pussy. Raising up, he tugged her ass to the edge of the desk, and grabbed her hips in his hands.

"I'm gonna cum all over your pussy, pet, and you're gonna wear it the rest of the day. No cleaning it off, no covering it up." he growled as his fucking thrusts began to happen hard and fast.

She whimpered, grabbing his wrists to hold onto, as her body began to convulse with another orgasm. That was all it took to push him over the edge. With a strangled roar, he came. So much cum filled her that it began to spill out around his still pumping cock. A pool of thick, shiny semen dripped onto the floor in long strings as he slowly pulled out of her body.

Grasping his semi-hard shaft, he pumped the last few spurts onto her mound and the inside of both thighs. When he'd said he wanted her to wear his cum, he meant it. Like a wild beast, he was marking his territory. This was his pussy and everyone would know it by his scent smeared across her skin. He eased back and allowed her to slide off the desk. She swayed, laughing weakly, but didn't fall. He swatted her ass and gave a little push toward the door.

"Get back to work, we will continue this later. But remember what I said, no cleaning up." He said.

She nodded and walked carefully across to the door. "Yes, Sir." she whispered as she looked back at him again.

The rest of the day was filled with work as usual, but every time a break came in the action, her mind went back to the desk behind the closed door.

Taking Dictation:  Beautiful Art



It had been a very long week, filled with investor meetings and all of the other little extras that go along with out-of-town visitors. But it was finally Friday evening, and the last investor had left around four o'clock. That gave her just enough time to finish the reports and correlate the copies into stacks to be stapled into booklets. By the time Cynthia printed out the last set of 'minutes', she was ready for a long, hot soak in a steaming bubble bath. But, the final paperwork would require a signature to make it official before she could actually call it a day.

An hour later, as she walked through the door into his office, Mr. Walters signed the last page with a flourish and tossed the ink pen in the trash can beside his desk.

"I have decided to revise our little Saturday games, my dear." he said as he turned to face her.

As tired as she was, a little thrill of excitement shivered along her spine. No matter how exhausting the week was, looking forward to their 'private' time on Saturday made it all worthwhile.

"Come here, pet." her Master said, as he pointed to the spot between his feet.

She couldn't hold back the little grin, or the sparkle that made her eyes light up. "Yes, Master." she murmured softly.

"From now on, you will find an itemized list in your 'in-box'. You are to follow the list exactly as it is written. Every item will have been given a great deal of thought, and each will have a specific purpose. Do you understand?" he said, as he watched her face closely for any hint of reserve or hesitation.

"Yes, Master Mitch. I understand everything you have told me." she responded immediately.

"Good. Now, here is your list for tomorrow. Go home, take a soothing bath and get plenty of rest. You'll need it." he instructed, as he held out a folded sheet of paper.

Cynthia shuddered at the deepening tones of his voice, coupled with the faintly sardonic smile that tilted the corners of his mouth. Both promised she was in for an adventure on her return to the office in the morning.

Once she'd returned to the outer office, and before she began to gather her coat, purse and gloves ... she unfolded the piece of paper. In the familiar bold strokes of his handwriting she read:

 #1. wear only the red corset, black heels, black lace garter belt and fishnet stockings.

 #2. let your hair hang loose and unbound.

 #3. nothing but your coat is allowed to cover the clothing listed under item number one.

Her knees shook at the visual. In essence she would have to ride the subway ... naked.

* * * * * 

As Cynthia stepped onto the subway platform the next morning, she was glad the buttons ran from the collar of her winter coat almost to the bottom hem. There had been fluffy white flakes falling when she'd stepped onto the front stoop of her apartment building this morning. The gusting wind, caused as subway cars shot past, didn't help at all. Her teeth wouldn't stop chattering, and she visibly shivered with even the slightest breeze.

The red satin brocade corset didn't cover much. She could feel the seam at the top edge rubbing against her chilled, rigid nipples. The fishnet stockings might as well have not been there at all, and she knew anyone that looked down at her feet would wonder at her choice on a morning this cold.

Cyn realized her mind should be on Master's reaction, but the cold kept reminding her that she was barely covered up and all it would take was the wrong cross-wind to show everyone around her. As much as she should be embarrassed, a little thrill of excitement amped up the shivers at the thought of one of the men standing beside her catching a glimpse of the pale rose skin surrounding the darker nipples. Or even if her coat did the unthinkable and lifted just a bit too high ... her bare ass, even her smooth mound, might become visible.

When she finally stepped through the automatic doors, Cyn turned and wrapped one hand around the upright pole. A strangled cough drew her attention to an elderly woman sitting on one of the benches along the wall of the subway car. The woman's eyes were trained on her coat. She looked shocked, and Cyn was almost afraid to look down. Slowly she ran one glove-covered hand down the row of buttons. One ... two ... three ... four ... nothing.

With a groan, she looked down to where the front had caught on the pole as she turned. The fabric had bunched up, leaving her legs bare from ankle to the top of each thigh. It was painfully obvious that only a thin pair of fishnet stockings covered her lower body. To make matters worse, as she glanced around, the seated woman wasn't the only person on the car that had noticed. Winks and smirks from several men she hoped never to see again, greeted her furtive attempt to see without seeming to.

When her stop finally came and the door whooshed open, Cyn hurriedly stepped onto the platform and practically ran up the steps to street level. She kept her hand on the overlapped seam to keep the gusts from opening it again. Thankfully the office building's front door was only a half block from the subway stairs. She was able to duck in before anyone, who might have shared the same car, could try to get her attention. She held back the sigh of relief until the gleaming elevator doors closed.

Once she'd unlocked the office door, it took only minutes to hang up her coat ... drop her handbag in the bottom drawer of her desk and kick it closed with the heel of one shoe. She paused just long enough to give her hair a quick brush to smooth down the tangled strands caused by her hurried trip from the subway.

Cyn slipped into Mr. Walters' office, expecting to find him waiting, but to her surprise the office was dark and his chair was empty. Unsure of her next move, Cyn walked over to the chair in front of the massive floor to ceiling windows and sat down. As she sat there, Cynthia reviewed the list her Master had given her at the end of the day. She was dressed exactly as he expected. From the shiny black pumps with the blood red soles, to the long freshly brushed strands of red, she matched his instructions to the letter.

Suddenly the sound of a key in the door caused her to jerk upright. Master Mitch had arrived and the adventure was about to begin. Mr. Walters smiled at her as the door closed. Cyn looked exactly as he'd imagined she would. But then, Cyn never disappointed in any way. She was a dedicated personal assistant, a meticulous secretary and her attention to detail was astonishing.

"Good morning, Master Mitch." she murmured.

"Good morning, baby girl." he responded with a smile. "Did you sleep well last night?"

"Yes, Sir, I took a long soothing soak ... then sipped a cup of camomile tea before I got into bed." She said. "I fell asleep almost as soon as I turned out the light."

"Excellent, pet. You're going to need every moment of it, because I have a long day planned and I've been looking forward to sharing this little adventure with you." He said.

With that Master Mitch placed his briefcase on the desktop and opened the lock. Cyn resisted the urge to peek, and instead clasped her hands together behind her back. She watched Him place the items side-by-side on the desk. First to be removed was a pair of stainless steel handcuffs, lined with suede leather. Beside it he coiled a long steel chain, with oversized alligator clips on each end.

Next he removed a bundle of strands that turned out to be a flogger made of red suede, attached to a handle shaped vaguely like a dildo. Several other items found their way to the glass covered desktop. Most she knew, a few she would surely learn about before the day was over.

"Come kiss Me, pet." Master said.

Cyn slowly walked around the desk, lifted her chin and raised up on the toes of the black pumps. Master smiled and bent his head to take her mouth in a long, punishing kiss. She moaned at the intoxicating taste of dark rich coffee and a hint of mint on his tongue.

The kiss was so intense that she didn't notice the sharp click as one of the cuffs encircled her wrist. She heard the second, but at that point ... it didn't matter. Master's lips moving against hers were too sweet to ignore because of something as unimportant as the feel of metal tightening around her wrists. Slowly Master Mitch pulled back, but he held her in position with his hands around her upper arms.

"It's time, baby girl. Are you ready?" he asked.

"Yes, Master." she answered breathlessly.

Master led her around to the only bare wall of his office. Cyn had often wondered why there were no photographs or paintings hanging on it. She had never really looked closely before and now as she looked up, she understood why. There were three large hooks screwed into the top of the wall. They were placed just a bit further than shoulder width apart and the opening were pointed up, toward the ceiling.

Master positioned her facing the wall and attached one end of the long steel chain to each of the handcuffs. He used a long, narrow rod with a hook on one end to drop the chain over two of the hooks. It stretched her arms over her head and then spread them apart just enough to keep her from moving. She shifted to get more comfortable. When she moved, his hand cupped her right asscheek, squeezing it.

The pressure, and heat of his hand caused a soft moan to slip past her lips. It was as if the faint sound triggered something in Him. His hand lifted and came down with a stinging smack against her bare skin. She didn't even try to hold back the yelp of surprise. A growl of satisfaction sounded behind her, and he switched to the other unprotected cheek.

Three ... quick ... sharp ... spanks!!! She whimpered, and shifted quickly from one foot to the other.

He leaned against her back and whispered into her ear, "Who owns you, pet? Who controls your pleasure, as well as your pain?"

"You do, Master. You own everything about me." She murmured as tears quivered on her eyelashes.

He sank to one knee behind her and closed a steel cuff around both of her ankles. As she watched, he lifted a narrow panel up from the floor and twisted two hooks into position. She groaned when he attached a short piece of chain to each of the ankle cuffs, then to the hooks, pulling her feet further apart. She was completely at his mercy, he could do anything he wanted to her body. Standing spread-eagled, with her breasts pressed against the wall, she shivered. But she was unsure if it was from fear, or more likely, excitement.

His hands slowly traveled up the inside of each leg. The closer to her core they came, the hotter his palms seem to become. When they stopped, and he drew a line along the puffy lips, she moaned. If it hadn't been for the handcuffs holding her upright, she'd have fallen. But that moment of pleasure paled beside the feel of his fingers drumming against the tiny nub of flesh that peeked from below her mound. Moisture flooded her slit and coated his fingers.

"Master's good little slut." Mitch said as he arose from behind her.

Her forehead rested against the wood paneled wall, and all she could do was shudder as the dripping juices began to dampen the floor between her spread legs. Even when he stepped back and reached over to the desktop, she didn't look up to see where he'd gone. Her back arched, and she moaned when his hand smoothed over her ass again.

The slight swishing sound was her only warning before the feathery strands of the flogger covered both cheeks with a stinging pain. It took only a moment for the pain to register, but when it did, she gasped. Like before, the leather strands curled around her shuddering asscheeks three times. The difference was, this time it wasn't quick.

They struck, and slid away slowly. Almost as if soothing behind the pain. Each time the flogger landed on her exposed skin, the need for another grew stronger. Until her body began to bow, thrusting her bottom back in anticipation of the next one. That's when they stopped, and when they stopped, she pushed back even more. Even rising up on tiptoe, as much as the chains would allow.

He watched. He waited. But he didn't wait for long. As her body quivered in need, the handle of the flogger pressed against her clit, intensifying the throb that had been building with each flick of the strands. The feel of pressure against the tiny bundle of nerve endings ignited an explosion that sent her over the edge, screaming, "Master!, Master!, Master!"

Mitch watched his sweet little sub twist and jerk against the wall. The way her body responded had become a pleasure unlike anything he'd ever experienced. While it was true that he'd had several submissives in the past, this one was special. Even when she was apprehensive about the direction he was leading her, she trusted him completely. She never failed to arouse a fierce need in him, and as always, he would have her.

Unzipping the front of his trousers, he cupped her bottom and thrust hard enough to sink into her hot, wet tunnel. He didn't even attempt to hold back the growl of satisfaction as her walls closed around him. Thrusting harder and faster into her cum slickened core, he fucked her shuddering body like an animal claiming his mate. Pinning her against the wall, his pounding thrusts timed with the guttural growls against her ear.

"Mine!" he repeated every time his sac slapped against her vibrating clit.

She was lost, lost in him, lost in being taken, lost in becoming his property. The sound of her shrill cries, begging for more, drove him over the edge. Load after load of thick hot cum spewed from the pulsating tip of his cock, coating her grasping walls with his seed. It mixed with her juices and trickled down the inside of both thighs, marking her with his scent. He leaned against her back, holding her trapped between his body and the smooth paneled wall.

Breathing heavily from having taken her so hard, he hoarsely whispered, "Who owns you, slut?"

It took two attempts before she could force the words past her trembling lips, "Master Mitch owns this slut, Sir."

"Good girl." he said with a satisfied smile, and he looked down at the wet stains left on his slacks by their sex.

Mitch sank to one knee, and released the ankle cuffs that kept her from moving. Then he raised up, took the hooked pole and lifted one end of the chain off the overhead hook. Cyn thought he was preparing to release her, and didn't want it to end.

"Master, please." she begged.

"Please what, pet?" he asked, pausing to look down at her flushed face.

"Please Master, please don't stop, I'll be good!" she whimpered.

Mitch smiled at the look in her eyes. "Yes, baby girl. You will be a good girl for Master, won't you?"

She nodded frantically. "Yes, Sir, i will be Master's good girl. Please don't stop fucking your slut, Sir. Please!"

Mitch laughed at the needy look on his little slut's face. He grabbed the chain that held her hands above her head and used it to turn her whole body around. Her back slapped against the wall, and he reattached the handcuff again. He didn't use the chain that hooked to the ankle cuffs this time. His plans would require her legs be left free of the restraints.

Mitch walked over to the desk, and picked up a short bladed dagger with a wickedly curved tip. Cyn's eyes grew wide as he turned with it held tightly in one hand. Each step closer he came, the more her breathing increased. She was panting wildly by the time the tip of the dagger slid into the shadow of her cleavage.

"Master!" she cried. "Please!"

One single stroke and the satin brocade split from top to bottom, spilling her heavy breasts into view. She was left standing in nothing more than the black lace garter belt, fishnet stockings and the cum splattered pumps.

Mitch growled at the vision before him. "You are beautiful, pet."

His cock instantly sprang to life, hard and throbbing. He hooked both hands behind her knees and lifted, parting them as his hips drove forward. She screamed as his cock found it's home and held her pinned against the wall, unmoving. He leaned back just enough to watch her face. Mitch began to move slowly, his cock sliding smoothly in and out of her slick little hole.

Fucking her was bliss, but watching the emotion that flitted across her face as his cock bottomed out made it even more exciting. She was getting close. He could feel the way her walls tightened around him, squeezing and pulling at him. She was the only woman that had ever made him lose control. Even now, with her arms straining to keep her body upright, he knew she was ready to cover his cock with slick sweet cum.

"No!" the growl came from deep within his chest as his cock backed out until only the head remained between her puffy lips.

Cyn's hips bucked to take more back in, but he refused to allow it. The more she struggled, the more elusive Mitch became. 

"Master! Please!" she whimpered, trying desperately to grind against him.

But no matter how hard she tried, he would not relent. Cyn's body finally shuddered weakly, and went still. The tears leaking from the corners of her eyes were almost more than he could stand, but, as he reminded himself. He was the Master ... she was His submissive.

Mitch began to slowly rock his hips. Nothing but the swollen head moved in and out of her body. Cyn's tear stained cheeks blossomed with color, and she began to moan softly. Her head pressed back against the wooden panels as her gaze locked onto his. Again, and again, he brought her to the point of release. Each time he stopped, just before she fell over the edge.

Her body trembled and twisted in his hands, silently begging for more. She began to push against the wall at her back, as if by doing so she could get what she so desperately needed. Mitch knew she was finally ready. He pulled out of her soaked pussy and let her feet drop to the floor. Confused, she fell back against the wall. Even when he removed the long chain from the overhead hooks, all she did was close her eyes and remain in the same spot.

Mitch smiled, she was ready. He picked Cyn up in his arms, carried her across to the desk and set her down on the edge.

"I am your Master, pet, and you are my submissive. Do you understand?" Mitch murmured against her ear.

"Yes, Master. I understand." she said with a faint catch in her voice.

Cyn watched as he picked up the briefcase and brushed the unused instruments carelessly off into it. Then dropped it onto the floor and kicked it under the desk out of his way. Mitch moved around between her legs, reached out and pushed her backward onto the glass covered desktop. His hands grasped her ankles, spread them wide and pulled her to the edge of the desk. The sight of her slit, glistening wetly, drove him beyond reason.

He wrapped one hand around his straining shaft and slapped it against her mound over, and over. The feel of his cock head whipping her clit forced a shrill scream from her throat. The spasms that had been threatening for so long finally came. Again, and again, she screamed. The stream of clear liquid that pumped out each time a wave washed through her body, dripped onto his shoes. The smell of her orgasm was the final straw. His fingers sunk bruisingly into her hips and pulled her back on his straining, rigid cock.

Like a starved man, he fucked. Cyn's body jerked and twisted on the slick glass desktop. She would have been tossed to the floor except for the grip he had on her waist. He was mindless to anything except the tight little tunnel that squeezed and pulled at his cock. He owned this pussy, and the woman who went with it. Mitch leaned down over her, latching onto one of the swaying rose tipped breasts and sucked as much of it as he could between his lips.

Cyn couldn't stop cumming, as soon as one orgasm slowed, another one began. Her body was no longer hers, of that she was positive. She would never be the same, and knew she didn't want to. Master Mitch owned every part of her, and she would give him anything he wanted. Then, without any warning at all, he came. Howling loudly, his seed flooded her core with great gobs of thick white cream. She could feel her walls squeezing around him, milking his heavy balls. Struggling to drain him dry.




Taking Dictation:  Beautiful Art



After what seemed like hours, Mitch slumped over her quivering body. He struggled to catch his breath as he lifted his head and looked down at her. She lay still on the desk, her eyes wide in stunned silence. Gently he cupped her face between his hands and kissed her. Their lips parted and fit together in a lover's embrace that went on and on, until they had to break apart to take a breath.

"Thank you, baby girl. As always, you give me more than I ask for." he said, brushing his lips back and forth across hers.

"Oh no, Master. I am the lucky one, no one has ever treated me the way you do. Thank you, Master." she said with a sigh.

Mitch smiled and gathered her into his arms. He carried her across to the leather chair she'd been sitting in when he arrived. There they sat, his hand idly teasing her nipples, watching the sun set through the oversized windows. Saturday was over, but Cyn knew there were many more to come, and many more adventures to look forward to under Master Mitch's guiding hands.



Taking Dictation: The Maid



She rode the subway into work as usual this morning. In fact everything seemed "as usual" about today. Everything, that is, except for the "special" pouch held tightly by the strap over her shoulder. It was the only thing out of place, and the only thing that could possibly indicate that today was going to be anything but "usual". The innocuous leather pouch held a very special surprise, one that centered on a subject she'd often fantasized about after watching an old black and white movie on cable several years ago.

About four weeks earlier she and Sir, her supervisor, had started 'working' on Saturday mornings. He called it Casual Saturday, because His mode of dress varied from week to week. She, however, wore whatever He instructed her on Friday night before they left. Saturday morning she came prepared to be transformed into his personal plaything for the entire day. No matter what that might mean.

Last night He handed her the usual printout, and it said ... authentic French Maid. After getting home, she'd googled site after site on the internet. Every site she found had almost the same description ... very short full black skirt with masses of ruffled petticoats underneath. Demi-cup corset, peeking out around the tiny satin bib of a tiny little apron. Black stockings, either the panty kind or lace topped thigh-highs, ending in black stiletto heels.

She thought about checking out the costume shops in her neighborhood, but it was late and most would probably be closed. She went to her closet and found, surprisingly enough ... a white satin pillowcase to make an apron out of, a short black taffeta A-lined skirt, and the petticoats she'd worn under the bridesmaid's gown to her cousin's wedding a couple of years before.

After a little creative cutting and sewing, she spread the various items out across her bed. With the addition of a black satin corset and the last pair of black fishnet thigh-highs without a tear, she had everything needed to put together an almost authentic Maid's costume. Even the new pair of black patent leather pumps with four inch heels fit perfectly with the other bits and pieces. Just before leaving, she's added a brush, ponytail holder and some black satin ribbon for her hair.

That was what she had tucked safely away in the case. That was what she would be dressing in once she got to work this morning. Her mind kept playing over the many roleplay scenarios that she's skimmed while searching for costume ideas. The French Maid and the Businessman had been her favorite. But, there were dozens of roleplay stories on every site she's found. Each one more uninhibited than the last, but every last one had squeezed a reaction out of her.

As she swayed, hanging onto the strap her mind began to replay the kinkiest one, and without realizing it, she moaned softly. A grumble from the left drew her attention to the elderly woman glaring at her over black rimmed reading glasses. A blush heated her cheeks and the deep chuckle just behind her right shoulder caused it to darken even further. Both reactions proved the people crowded against her had heard the sounds and obviously knew where her thoughts were.

Peeking around, she found two men in dark business suits leering at her. When a groan of embarrassment escaped, one man laughed and nudged the other, who promptly winked at her. Thankfully her stop came up only a few minutes later, and neither of the men followed her off the subway car. She gathering what was left of her dignity and escaped up the concrete steps onto the sidewalk at street level.

Even though the office was less than a block away, it seemed to take forever. She walked up to the security desk and signed in, praying the blush had faded from her cheeks. Thankfully the guard on duty did little more than nod and take back the clipboard when she handed it across the counter. It wasn't until the elevator doors finally closed that she took the first deep breath since making her escape from the subway car.

By the time the doors opened again on her floor, she appeared calm and collected. But inside, butterflies were fighting battles in her belly and she felt as if fireworks were exploding in her veins. Excitement was definitely amped up by the nervousness of what might lay in front of her once the outfit in the case was revealed to Sir. Placing the unopened bag on the desk, she stood behind it and waited for Sir to call her in.

"Cynthia, I have dictation that needs your attention." came the deep voice through the intercom.

"yes, Mr. Walters, i'm on my way." she responded.

Picking up the steno pad and a pencil with one hand, she grabbed the strap of the leather pouch in the other and hooked it over one shoulder. Without hesitation she opened the door and went through. Once inside, she twisted the lock on the closed door.

"come here, pet, show Me what you brought in our special pouch today." came the husky sound of His voice.

She swallowed hard and slowly turned around to look at the man who owned her mind as much as He did her body. He wore a black tuxedo, and she noticed a black silk top hat sitting in the middle of His desk. She slowly walked across to the corner of His desk and placed the pouch down. He reached over, unzipped the top and pulled it apart to peer inside.

"good girl, you came exactly as I expected." He sat down and waited while she picked up the pouch.

She carried it across and placed it on a small table in the corner of the room. Several potted plants were strategically placed around the table, giving her a little privacy from the office windows across the room. There was also a delicate looking chair in the French Rococo style sitting beside the table. She removed each item and placed them on the table in order of need, the heels were set on the floor beside one of the table legs. Once the pouch was emptied she sat it on the floor, it slouched emptily against the wall.

"look at Me while you undress slowly, pet." he murmured.

She was careful to look up as her fingers opened each button of the soft white blouse, biting her lip as she saw the lust smoldering in His eyes. Once the front fell open, she shrugged it back off her shoulders. He shifted in the large office chair and crossed His legs, but never let His gaze waver from her body. The intensity made her cheeks blush, and the color drifted slowly down across her shoulders.

Reaching back to unfasten the hooks that held her bra together, she shivered as the tip of His tongue slid wetly across his lips. Turning slowly, presenting her back to him, she opened the two hooks and bent double. The sheer lace cups fell free, dangling by the shoulder straps for a moment before sliding limply down her arms. She watched him through her spread legs, groaning at the smoldering lust building in his eyes.

She hooked a finger in the narrow band that held the French cut panties around her waist. Slowly pulling down the white lace across her ass, baring it inch by inch just the way he liked it. They fell to her ankles as she let go, but before she could step out he shook his head 'no'. She left them, the soft white twisted limply against the black of her low heeled pumps. Curling her hands around her ankles, she watched as he got up out of the chair and walked over.

"such a pretty little ass, who owns this ass, pet?" he growled.

"You own this ass, Sir." Cyn responded softly.

"good girl." as He bent to lick wetly between the cleft of her cheeks.

She moaned softly, and would have sank to her knees if He hadn't pressed the tips of two fingers against her slit, probing gently. He bit her right cheek, leaving a dull red mark and she whimpered as her juices coated His fingers.

"yes, My good girl." as he moved back and returned to the chair. "now, finish."

Shaking, she straightened up and turned. Her nipples hard and aching, she removed both her shoes and the panties.

"continue, dress for Me, pet." He said as His fingers slowly and methodically stroked along the arms of the chair, almost as if He were touching her skin.

Perching on the edge of the ornate chair, she lifted one of the fishnet stockings and slowly slid it up her right leg. The elastic lace held it in place around her thigh. She wanted to look at Him, to see if He approved but couldn't bring herself to. To cover her hesitation, she picked up the second stocking and inched it up over her left, standing to make sure both stockings were the same length on her thighs.

The corset was next in line, so she carefully set it over the full rose tipped mounds. She kept her eyes trained on the floor as each hook caught with a faint click. It was only when the last locked into place that she looked up, using two fingers to tug it straight at her sides. She knew if she looked at Him, she'd blush, but she couldn't help it. The smile of approval on His face made her heart beat faster, He was pleased.

She picked up the very short fluffy slip and stepped into it, working it slowly up along her thighs and over her hips. Tying the narrow black ribbon that pulled the waist together behind her back took only a moment. Then she pulled the folded skirt off the table and shook it gently to release the folds. They smoothed out as she bent to step into it.

It took a little while to pull it up over the petticoat ruffles. Tucking and pulling wasn't easy, but she finally accomplished it with a sigh. The snap at the back of the waistband was easily closed. As was tying on the scrap of an apron that really didn't cover anything.

Bracing one hand against the edge of the table, she half turned to step into the stiletto heels. First one foot, biting her lip as the height of the heel put her slightly off balance until she could get the other one on. She closed her eyes and took a deep calming breath before turning to look at Him. Getting up out of the chair, He walked back across to where she waited. He closely inspected every inch of her body. Twirling a finger in the air, He waited. She spun slowly so that he could see the back of her costume as well.

"well done, My beautiful pet." He whispered.

Capturing her face between His hands, He began with a long gentle kiss. His tongue moving back and forth from one corner of her lips to the other, urging them apart. As she opened to him, He thrust the curled tip of His tongue between her parted lips. She didn't even attempt to hold back the hungry sound as His head slanted, their lips pressed tightly together as He ravaged her mouth.

When He finally released her mouth, she sagged weakly against the small table. He smoothed both hands down her throat, and out along her shoulders. Slowly they slid to the soft pale flesh above the satin of the corset and dipped in to cup the full mounds, forcing the fabric down to bare the hard little nipples.

"Mine." He growled harshly, then began to pinch and tug each one.

Moaning as her knees bent slightly, she held onto the table behind her ass with both hands to keep from sinking to the floor. When He bent to take one between His teeth, she gave a strangled cry. His only response was a growling chuckle against her plump breast. Pushing one hand between her thighs, He probed the wet hole deep in her slit as she spread her legs wider to give Him access.

Wedging one shoe against the inside of each of hers, He began to pump two fingers into her aching cunt. She tried to hold back the whimpered begging, but it didn't take long before she was lost in the sensation of Him enjoying her body. Sucking hard on the distended nipple, He watched the face of His hot little slut. When she looked down at Him with tears sparkling on her lashes, He let go with an audible pop.

"Who owns you, slut?" His whisper deceptively soft.

"You own me, Sir." Cyn moaned.

"Tell Me who owns you, little slut." He hissed.

"my Master owns me, body and soul, Sir." she shuddered with each word.

"good girl." He smiled and stepped back from her, leaving her feeling empty and needy.

"please." she whispered.

"please what, slut?", as He sank into the chair at His desk.

"please use Your needy little slut, Sir." Cyn begged.

"come here, pet." and He smiled.

Cyn walked slowly across to the desk and stepped between His spread knees. He bunched the slip and skirt in a fist and pulled her closer to His crotch. Bending as He leaned up and took a deep breath, He glanced up and growled.

"My slut has a very wet pussy, does My pussy need to be fucked, pet?"

She began to tremble. "yes, please Sir, please fuck Your needy little slut's pussy."

"No." was all He said.

Then He pushed her back against the edge of the desk. When her ass touched it,He hooked both arms under her knees and lifted her up so that her back was on the desk and her slit was spread open. Lifting her up until her shoulders were the only thing touching the wooden top. She reached back to balance herself, but her fingers clawed at the wood as His mouth clamped over the slick opening to her glistening pussy.

Sucking, His tongue drilled between the hot pink lips surrounding it. Without warning he licked and tongue fucked her glistening pussy until she began to scream her way through an intense orgasm. Her body jerked and shuddered as He slowly lowered her ass back onto the desktop as He sank into the chair again, still holding her trapped as her juices continued to seep onto His tongue. He licked away every drop she had before letting her stand up between His body and the desk again.

"ready your Master, slut." He growled.

She sank to her knees between His spread thighs. Her hands were shaking so badly that it was hard to unfasten His pants. Finally she pulled the sides apart and leaned down to curl her tongue around Him. Sucking gently, she urged His throbbing cock between her lips. Slowly sliding up and down the thickening shaft, she looked up to watch Him watching her suck. The sight of approval in His eyes made her wet all over again. Once His cock was thick and hard, He bunched her hair with a fist and pulled her off the straining beast that she wanted so desperately.

"you're such a good little cock sucker for Master that I should let you finish. But what you want isn't important, is it slut?" He said with a dark smile.

"no Master." Cyn quickly answered.

He spun her around and pushed her down across the edge of the desk. Without any warning at all, He thrust hard. She squealed as He bottomed out in her soaked hole. In fact, He never said a word, or made a sound, as He began to fuck her hard and fast. He jerked her upper body off the desk by the handful of hair He held tightly. Watching her breasts jiggle and sway in the mirror on the opposite wall made Him fuck that much harder.

"beg for your Master's cum, slut." He growled.

Gasping, Cynthia whimpered between each word. "please....Master....please....cum..in.....Your.....sluttttt." ... wailing the last word.

He slammed against her ass so hard that her fingers curled around the opposite edge of the desktop. Dangling, trapped between the desk and His cock as a scalding flood of cum filled her pussy. She wiggled and squirmed. Helplessly pushed to the limit as it spilled out over her throbbing clit, her walls clenched around His cock. The orgasm working to milk more and more cum from His balls.

Bending over her back, he snarled, "MY dirty little cum slut, Mine!"

She couldn't help the smile that turned her lips up at the corners. He pulled things out of her that now one ever had before. She suspected no one else would ever be able to make her feel the level of need that He drove her to. Even the feel of His chest, covered by the shirt and jacket, made her body tighten around the cock still buried in her core. This reminded her that He'd taken her fully clothed, and while He'd been dressed in a full tuxedo.

"Sir?" she whispered.

"yes, pet?" He asked softly, His lips just behind her ear.

"You will stain the tuxedo, Sir." Cyn continued to whisper.

He planted both hands on either side of her hips and pushed off her back, taking the time to pull out of her pussy slowly. Smiling at the rush of their combined juices, He stepped back to watch the glistening trickle wet the insides of her thighs. As He moved over to the chair and table where she'd changed earlier, he left a stinging swat on her left asscheek.

"undress your Master, pet." He said.

She slid off the desktop and turned slowly on the shiny black patent heels. The feel of their cum smearing with each step made her shiver as she crossed to where He stood, waiting. She moved around behind Him, and reached up to assist removing the coat. It slid cleanly off His shoulders, and she smoothed it before draping it over the back of the chair. When she turned around He was facing her, so she loosened the tie before turning up the collar of His shirt to remove it. Folding it carefully, she laid it on the table so that she could continue.

Lifting each wrist in turn, she removed the pearl cufflinks and laid them on the table. Then she reached up to unbutton the front of the tuxedo shirt, moving slowly to prolong the task. His aftershave made it hard to concentrate, but she persisted. Peeling it off His shoulders required her to move around behind Him again. While there, she couldn't help but smooth her hands over the bare skin of his back. It took every ounce of willpower she had not to lick the sun warmed skin as well. Folding the shirt and laying it over the jacket helped distract her enough to get control of herself.

She saw that He was watching her closely as she turned back, so she smiled. He nodded and clasped both hands loosely together behind His back. She sank to her knees and reached up to curl the fingers of both hands in the loosened waistband of the tuxedo pants. Inching it slowly down across His hips as the semi-erect shaft of His cock was revealed, she caught her bottom lip and looked up into His eyes.

"finish your task, pet." was all He said.

Holding the heel of His dress shoe in one hand and the toe in the other, she waited until He removed both before peeling off the black silk socks and tucked them in the shoes. Then she held the waist of His pants until He stepped out before folding them, careful not to cause any unnecessary creases. Standing, she carried both the pants and the shoes to the chair. When she turned around He was waiting, one hand idly stroking the length of the cock she desired more than anything else.

"My cock wants to fuck the mouth of My little cum slut." He said softly.

She dropped to her knees and crawled the few feet to where He stood waiting. When she reached him, she sat back on her knees and reached up to curl the fingers of one hand around the thick shaft. Grasping tightly she opened her mouth and positioned the fat head against the tip of her tongue. Slowly rocking her body forward, it began the slow journey along to the entrance to her throat.

Even when the urge to close her mouth and swallow around it grew strong, she resisted. Rocking back and forth on her knees, she held His gaze when drops of pearly cream began to bead around the tiny little cum slit. The growl came from deep within His chest as the cream spread across her tongue.

"My slut is such a good little cock sucker." He whispered harshly.

Slowly her tongue stretched out past her bottom lip, licking wetly at the throbbing veins that lined the underside of the thick heavy shaft. Twisting His torso, He picked up the scrap of black ribbon and ponytail band. Gathering the mass of hair into a bundle, he secured it with the band, then tightly tied the ribbon over the band.

"much better, I prefer to watch My slut feed from her Master's cock." He said with a lust filled smile.

Encouraged, she doubled her efforts. Closing her lips around the long hard shaft, she began to suck hungrily. He wrapped one hand around the hastily tied bundle of hair and used it to guide her on and off His cock. Regulating the speed and distance of each slide of her hot little mouth.




Taking Dictation: The Maid



"that's My nasty little slut, suck Master's hard cock." as He pulled her closer to the swing of His knotted sac.

She reached out to brace her hands against His thighs, but He jerked her head back so hard that her mouth came off His cock. She whimpered faintly in protest at the loss.

"assume the correct position, pet." He said softly.

Immediately both hands went behind her back, each hand clasping the opposite wrist.

"much better. now open up, slut." as He nodded approvingly.

As soon as her lips parted, He jerked so hard that the swollen tip immediately slid into the soft tissue at the entrance to her throat. She gagged at the pressure, but didn't struggle. He pulled back slightly before easing back in again. This time she was prepared and fought the reflex that would cause the muscles to spasm around the thick knob of muscle. Closing her mouth around Him, she began to press her tongue up against the slowly pumping shaft. The sensation of the raised rim raking back and forth against the ridges along the roof of her mouth made her shudder, and her juices to release. She moaned in need around His cock.

He watched her face, saw the flush of lust color her cheeks and began to fuck her mouth faster. Slowly working the swollen head deeper into her throat with every pass, He growled at the tightness that surrounded Him. Reaching down to cup a hand around her throat, He hissed to feel the stroke of His cock rubbing against the palm of His hand. He began to switch speeds with which He rocked. The erotic pleasure the feel of His cock fucking her throat gave Him was impossible to describe. He almost had to force Himself to back out enough to allow her to take a breath from time to time.

The sound was muffled and faint. In fact, He didn't catch the sound as much as He felt the vibrations. But soon it grew in intensity, surrounding His cock until He thought He might lose control. She hummed, swallowing to tighten the muscles that wrapped around Him. The pressure and intensity grew stronger, until soon His ass was rocking wildly. The snarling growls deep in His throat as cum began to boil in the heavy sac swinging between His thighs.

Suddenly, He thrust deep and stiffened as a roar filled the room around them. Thick salty ropes of cum flooded her throat, seeping past the long hard rod that filled her mouth. Drops of His cum leaked from the corners of her widely spread lips and dripped off her chin. He watched with an indescribable amount of pleasure and pride as His pet swallowed every drop of her Master's cum.

He loosened the grasp He had of her hair enough to allow her to lean back. But instead of pulling away, she immediately began to lick up any cum that remained on His softening cock. Cupping Him gently in her hand, she lifted it to the side and gently sucked His balls to clean away the sticky cum. He leaned breathlessly against the table, spreading His legs wider to give her free access. Crawling between His thighs, she licked every bit of skin she could reach. When she could find no more cum on Him, she crawled back to the desk and knelt there with her head down. He waited until she was in position before following and taking His seat again.

"you have been well behaved today, pet." He said with a pleased smile.

"thank you Sir." she whispered softly.

"come sit on My lap, pet." and He held out both arms, waiting for her to obey.

She rose from the floor and lightly sat down on one thigh. He slid one arm under her knees and pulled her up against His chest before rocking back in the chair. She lifted her arm and wound it around His neck. Then as she leaned up against His shoulder, He gave her a tender kiss.

"I've become very fond of My pet, cynthia." He murmured softly.

"thank you, Sir." she responded, "i'm very fond of my Sir."

He smiled and held her close. They still had a few more hours before it would be time for the day to end. He planned to enjoy every second of it, just as they always did on 'Casual Saturday'. But then, there was always next 'Casual Saturday' to look forward to, wasn't there?



Taking Dictation: Weekend Surprise



"Surprise Me" was all she saw when the Friday print-out icon appeared on the screen of the outer office monitor. After laying awake most of the night, Cynthia finally had an idea, but it would require getting up an hour earlier and getting to the office before He did.

When she stepped out of the elevator wearing a light-weight wool coat buttoned from hem to neckline the janitorial staff paused in surprise and gave her a long - slow - once-over. Cynthia pretended not to notice and shut the office door without uttering a word. The three women simply shrugged and returned to their cleaning.

Once inside, Cynthia quickly put away her things and slipped into His darkened office. It took her a few moments to unbutton the front of the coat. The task of folding the material was accomplished considerably faster before placing it in the bottom drawer of the filing cabinet. She checked the small digital clock on His desk, and hurried to slip out of the black sweater and black/white hounds tooth skirt set. Not surprisingly, she wore nothing but a sheer black lace teddy and stockings underneath the outfit.

It shouldn't be much longer, she thought. Glancing down, Cynthia decided to leave on the lace patterned thigh-hi stockings. They almost matched the sheer lace of the teddy she'd found at Victoria's Secret. She did a slow turn in front of the mirror on the wall across from His desk. The crimson heels really popped against the black, and both highlighted the creamy paleness of her complexion. Cyn tucked the sweater and skirt in the same drawer with her coat, and closed it with a little nudge of one stiletto tipped heel.

The sound of a key being inserted into the door lock sent her scurrying around His desk. She dropped to her knees, and backed up until her bare bottom was pressed against the wooden panel that blocked the front of the desk. The door opened to the sound of His voice humming softly. Cyn bit her bottom lip to hold back a nervous giggle.

The surprise would be ruined if He found her under the desk this early in the game. Her plan was simple, unzip Master's pants after he sat down and settle in for a morning of sucking. The plan was without a single flaw, or so she thought. 

Then just as the chair began to roll back in preparation of his sitting down, there was a quick knock on the door. Mr. Walters paused, then pushed the chair back under the desk. Cynthia heard the door open and what sounded like gruffly whispered greetings, then a pause before she saw two pairs of highly polished shoes step out into the hall and the door closed again.

Perplexed, she placed both hands on the carpeted floor and started to crawl out from under the desk. But the sound of the doorknob turning stopped her and she quickly pressed back against the desk front again as close as she could get. When the chair finally rolled out from under the desk, Cynthia's shoulders sagged with relief. Unsure whether or not she should put her plan into action, Cynthia licked her lips and waited.

She could hear the pushbutton tones of a number being dialed on Mr. Walters' office phone. When he began to speak, she realized he was ordering a light lunch for two to be delivered at 11:30 sharp. She smiled at his thoughtfulness. When she heard him request champagne, whipped creme and fresh strawberries it was all she could do not to moan with remembered pleasure of the Saturday a few weeks earlier.

Master had positioned her on the desktop, and used her body as a serving dish. Pouring the fizzy champagne over her breasts and belly, then licking it off. He'd pushed a whole berry into her hole ... point first ... then eating until nothing was left but the sticky juice. When the last berry was gone, he'd licked until she had cum screaming, and he growled that the taste of her juices were sweeter than the freshest strawberries.

The memory of that day sent chills from her fingers to her toes, and left her wet, shaking in need. With that need riding her hard, she reached up and wiggled a finger under the tip of the zipper tab . Then she finally closed two fingers on it and began slowly working it down. She'd expected him to react to her touch, and was a bit surprised that he didn't. So she kept tugging until her fingers reached the bottom and were able to wiggle themselves past the zipper opening.

In fact, Master merely spread his knees, and scooted down a bit more in the chair. This gave her room to lean up and ease his semi-hard cock through the opening she'd created. Resting her chin on the bunched fabric at his crotch, she opened her mouth and guided the flared head between her lips. Sucking lightly caused it to harden, she curled one hand around the base and began to slowly stroke until the first drop of precum formed on the tip.

Moaning at the salty flavor, she closed her eyes and latched on and began to work her lips up and down the long hard shaft. So intent on getting what she wanted, Cynthia merely followed as he began to slowly ease the chair back away from the desk. She opened her eyes as he stood, her mouth noisily sucking on the head. When he tangled one hand in her thick mane and began to rock against her, she whimpered around him.

Growling, he looked across the folder and paper littered desk top and said, "See what a good little cocksucker she is, Reggie?"

Stunned, she turned her head and precum trailed across one cheek. Sitting in a chair on the opposite side of the desk was a man she'd never seen before. As she watched in shock, he stood up and walked around the end of Mr. Walters' desk. Confused, she pushed back against her Master's legs as if trying to hide.

"Open the front of his pants, pet, touch his cock. I want to watch you." She heard from overhead.

Hesitantly she reached out a trembling hand and unhooked the fastening at the waistband of his slacks. They immediately fell open, and she knew he'd unzipped them while he sat watched her suck on the cock rubbing in slow circles against her cheek. Curling her fingers around the top of his boxers, she pulled down the elastic waistband and the heavy shaft of his cock sprang free. It was an inch or two shorter than her Master's, but thicker around in girth.

Master's hand tightened in her hair as he guided her mouth towards the dark red mushroom shaped tip. "Lick it, pet. Show me how it looks when you taste me."

A muffled groan escaped as her lips parted and the unknown man thrust his hips forward, filling her mouth with thick hard cock.

"Oh fuck! Her mouth is so hot and wet around me!" the man growled. He held perfectly still, it was as if he were savoring the feel of her tongue cradling his shaft. After a few moments, he finally spoke. "Will you allow me to use her?"

Her Master nodded, "I will allow you to use any part of her, except her ass. That belongs to me, it was virgin until I took it and it will remain virgin to everyone except me. And most importantly, my property is valuable and must be treated with the utmost care."

"You have My word that she will not be abused in any manner. Such beauty should never be permanently marred, or scarred." was the rather obtuse answer the man gave.

Unable to believe what she was hearing, Cynthia saw them shake hands just above her head, as if closing a deal ... with her as part of the contract.

"My pet, Mr. Khan and I have been business associates for many years. You will submit to Him as if to Me. Do you understand?", her Master said gravely.

"Yes Sir.", she answered softly with the faint hint of fear woven through her words.

"Very good, pet. Now, you will address him as Master Khan when you are required to respond to a command. Is that clear?" Mr. Walters waited for her response.

Nodding slowly, her voice almost a whisper when she finally answered. "Yes Sir."

"Stand up, little one. Take off the teddy, but leave on the stockings ... and the heels are a very nice touch." Master Khan said as He eased back slowly, withdrawing His cock from her mouth.

"yes, Master Khan." Cynthia said, as she arose from her knees. Reaching back, she carefully slid the straps off her shoulders, then slowly shimmied out of the sheer fabric and laid it in a tangled heap on the desk.

"Good girl." Her Master murmured before he walked around the desk, sat down in a chair beside the drapery covered window and crossed his legs.

Beckoning her closer, Master Khan took her hand and led her around to the other side of the desk as well. A briefcase sat on the floor beside the chair where he'd been watching. He picked it up and laid it on the desktop. The sharp click made her jump when he released the twin locks. Curiosity made her lean a little to the side, so that she could peek at what was inside the case. Her eyes widened in shock, and she quickly glanced back at her Master. He merely smiled reassuringly.

Inside the opened briefcase were a couple sets of shiny new handcuffs, some coiled lengths of red and white nylon rope, several different sized vibrators, and a black flogger made of suede. Any one of which would have made her wet and ready, if her Master had been the one whose hand held it. She looked up at the man she did not know, but whom she would be serving for her Master's pleasure. Fear hovered on the fringes of her mind and she trembled.

He turned with a set of 'cuffs in one hand and held out the other. She hesitantly took His hand and a faint sound escaped her lips when the cold steel locked around her wrist. He led her over to the conference table where she knew re-position able O-rings were attached to all four corners, and in the middle along each side. Locked into any two would put her in an even more subservient position. Obviously he's been here and done this before, she thought. The look on Mr. Walters face confirmed her suspicions, as he continued to watch in silence.

Locking the other wristlet through the O-ring, he moved to the other side of her body and locked the second set of cuffs around her wrist, turning her, so that the swell of her asscheeks pressed against the table before he locked the wristlet into it's corresponding 'ring. By this time, she was placed in such a position that both arms were extended out to each side. The handcuffs would keep her relatively immobile, yet upright. Tugging carefully to test the strength of her trap only confirmed that she was completely at the mercy of this man, this Master Khan.

"Nice positioning, Reggie, very nice indeed." Mr.Walters murmured approvingly.

His words only reinforced her feeling of helplessness as Master Khan placed both hands on the table, one on either side of her. This forced her to lean back slightly, as he was quite a bit taller. When she tried to lean away, He followed. The smile on his face seemed to grow darker as he peered down at her.

"He won't rescue you, little one. As you can see, he has given you to Me for the day, and I am allowed to take pleasure in your submission." Master Khan whispered softly. "And I give you My promise that I will take great pleasure in using your delectable little body in many different ways."

Cynthia didn't even attempt to hold back the whimper. As he straightened, his hands cupped her breasts ... squeezing slowly. She gasped as the pressure increased, along with her heart rate. The tighter he squeezed, the faster her gasps became ... until she finally cried out. When she did, His grasp slowly relaxed.

"Very good, little one.", as he bent to gently kiss the deep red finger marks left on the firm globes that still rested in his open palms. The light brush of his lips, combined with the stinging ache, teased a moan from her open lips. "You have trained her well, my friend."

Master Khan sank to one knee and wrapped his hands around her stocking covered ankles. Very slowly he guided the red heels forward until her elbows and forearms, resting on the table, were all that kept her from falling to the floor. Cynthia groaned at the awkward position, but made no attempt to stand back up. Not even when he began to slide her left foot further away from the right. He continued to separate them until her knees were a little more than a shoulder width apart. Then he sat back and looked up at her flushed cheeks.

"She is the image of beauty ... unlike anything I have ever beheld." Master Khan said, as he turned to look at her Master. "I have no doubt of your answer, but I must ask ... Would you consider giving her to me, Mitch?"

Cynthia held her breath, the flush paling slightly as she waited for His answer. "My friend, you do not own anything as valuable as this woman is to me. Therefore, I must decline the compliment of your offer."

Master Khan nodded with a faint smile. "It is as I expected, but you will not think less of me for offering. She is a prize that any man would wish to possess."

He slid both hands up the inside of her spread legs, pausing to lightly strum his fingertips across the backs of both knees. The teasing movements caused her thigh muscles to twitch, and she shivered hard as her hands clinched into twin fists. Watching, Her Master chuckled softly at the familiar reaction.

Grasping her knees firmly in his hands, Master Khan spread them wider and pushed his face between her thighs. Taking an audible deep breath as he pushed up, grinding the bridge of his nose against her mound. Cynthia cried out as the scalding tip of his tongue snaked out and wiggled it's way through her tight-lipped slit, twisting and stabbing at the tender flesh.

Shifting onto both knees between the red heels, Master Khan reached between her legs and cupped her ass. He forced her against his mouth, while keeping her off balance enough to accentuate how helpless she was to resist his command. The staccato thrust of his tongue against the opening to her vagina began to stir the desired results. Moisture slowly formed, drops leaking onto his tongue as it pushed and pulled between her rapidly swelling lips.

"Master, please!", she gasped suddenly as her body tightened.

Master Khan pulled back and growled up at her, "Do not cum, little one. not even a drop. I have not given you permission to cum. DO.....NOT......CUM!!" He snarled softly.

"Ohgdd, please Master Khan, please let me cum!!!" she begged between sobs.

His only response was to pinch her clit between his right thumb and forefinger. Her body jerked at the stinging ache, and her hands curled around the lip of the table edge to keep from falling.

Gasping, she began to beg, "Please Master Khan, I'll be Your good girl. Please let Your good girl cum, it hurts so much. Please Master Khan, let Your good girl cum for You." as the tears began to slowly slip down her cheeks.

Peeling her pussy lips apart with his thumbs, he leaned in and hissed against her clit. "Cum, little one, cum for Master Khan." As the last syllable crawled across her damp skin, his lips locked around her vaginal opening and he began to suck. The combination of his words and the pressure sent her rocketing over the edge. Screaming wildly as her body jerked and thrashed against his mouth, her sweet juices spilled in a rush across his tongue.

He continued to suck and lap at her soaked slit until her body sagged weakly against his mouth. Slowly his hands moved away from her pussy. One cupped her ass, the other moved up to twist and pull at her nipples. Each sent a shiver throughout her already trembling body. Mr.Walters smiled as he watched his deliciously erotic little sub pant and shake as Reggie continued to torment her quivering body. She whimpered and begged brokenly, but he had only begun to enjoy the sweetness of her tight little pussy.

Biting his way down the inside of her left thigh, Master Khan worked the red shoes further away from the table. Every inch put her more off-balance. He could hear the strain in each breath she took. He smiled at the deliciousness of the soft sounds as her chest heaved, causing the faintly bruised globes to sway.

Once she was positioned perfectly, Master Khan stood and half turned to look at her Master. "I'm going to fuck your sweet little sub, Mitch. I'm going to take her deliciously wet pussy and spill my seed into it."

Cynthia cried out, "Please, Master! Please don't make me do this!"

Her eyes sought out those of Mr. Walters, but he merely nodded and said, "Give him your best, pet. You are Mine and Mine alone. There is nothing he can, or will, do that could change that. You are Mine."

Without a word, or any sort of warning, Master Khan stood suddenly and stepped into the spread vee of her thighs. His cock was hard and ready, and as his hands grasped her hips in a bruising grip ... it thrust full force into her opening. Startled, she could do nothing more than scream at the almost brutal spearing of her tender flesh. With a series of guttural grunts, he pounded her body until she felt a hot gush of fluid spew from the head of his cock, flooding her bruised walls. Holding still, he panted against the column of her throat as his cum leaked out around the shaft still embedded in her throbbing hole.

"Now, little one. I will take you as one with your beauty should be used.", he whispered against the lobe of her ear.

Stepping back, his cock slid wetly from her body ... allowing the rest of his cum to dribble down the insides of both thighs. Wrapping his hands around her waist, he lifted her up until she was leaning against the edge of the table on shaky legs. Tears of shame gathered in her green eyes as she looked up and found Mr.Walters watching her closely. He arose from the chair and walked across to where she stood, as the tears slowly rolled down across her flushed cheeks.

Mr.Walters gently kissed away each tear. "You are perfection, pet. Following my wishes is the greatest compliment you could give to your Master. Never forget that."

Swallowing her sobs, she did not struggle when Master Khan released the handcuffs and turned her to face the conference table. She didn't fight when he re-locked her wrists, placing her in the exact opposite position she'd been in earlier. She continued to submit when he stepped up behind her and used the toe of his boot to separate her feet once more.

She closed her eyes and bit her lip to hold back the shuddering sobs that threatened to escape when she felt his hand against her back, pushing her forward against the chilly table top. Her hair spilled forward, hiding the flushed and tear stained cheeks from the two dominants behind her. Two more well places nudges and her legs were spread lewdly apart.

"Remember Reggie, her ass belongs to Me, and only Me." Mr. Walters said as he walked slowly around the conference table to take up the position in front of his pet's face. "Look at Me, pet, I wish to see your lovely face when you cum again."

Shivering in anticipation, she looked up at His face. "Yes, Master.", she breathed softly.

No matter how she tried to relax, when the fabric of Master Khan's slacks brushed across the skin of her legs ... her body tightened painfully. She was prepared for the burning pain of the first hard thrust into her vagina, she was even ready for the sharp sting of his hand against her asscheeks. What she was not ready for, was the gentle stroke of fingers across her nipples when Master Khan leaned against her back and reached around to cup the full mounds.

Murmuring against the back of her neck, "Such a sweet little submissive. You have given me a great deal of pleasure today. Your Master has much to be proud of in you, little one." as his lips nuzzled the soft skin just below her hairline. "Because you've pleased both your Master and Myself, I'm going to make you cum many times, little one."

She felt his cock push between her spread legs and began to stiffen against the pain to come. "Shhhh, relax little submissive, I promise I will not hurt you again. Relax for your Master."

Mr. Walters' finger slid under her chin, lifting it so that her gaze locked onto His and He smiled gently. Her lips trembled, but she slowly began to relax. As her body loosened up, Master Khan's cock began to rock slowly along her cum slick pussy lips. He didn't attempt to enter her vagina, he merely rubbed a little slower each time.




Taking Dictation: Weekend Surprise



his hands released her breasts and drifted down to her hips. Once there he held her in a firm grasp, leaning over to guide her down against the table top. Just before her nipples would have touched, Mr. Walters' hands cradled the firm mounds. Cynthia moaned at the feel of his heated palms against her hardening nipples.

"Oh Master!", she groaned.

One of Master Khan's hands shifted from her hip to the hood protecting the little nub of flesh. The flicking was light at first, but soon became a steady strumming of fingers against clit that caused a tightening of her vaginal walls. Before she even realized what was happening, she began to rock against the fingers teasing her clit. In the process of rocking back, she encountered the hot groin pressed against her asscheeks. With a groan, she began to grind against it and the hard shaft that pressed upwards, soon it had parted her damp folds and lay sandwiched between the swollen lips.

She felt, more than heard, the growled words, "Fuck her, Reggie. Fuck her tight little pussy. Make her scream with pleasure so that I can watch."

Whimpering, she wiggled against the long thick cock rubbing back and forth through her slit. When Master Khan pulled his fingers away from her clit, she begged him not to stop. She was lost, her need was greater than her fear. His fingers curled into the flesh of her thighs, lifting her slightly as he leaned in. With a muffled curse, his cock head found her slick hole and slid in completely. He began to fuck. Slow measured movements, in.....and out, in.....and out.

She moaned and closed her eyes, "Open your eyes, pet. Let Me see the lust in your eyes.", her Master growled. When she forced her eyes open, He was barely inches from her panting lips. "Master's good girl." he hissed.

Her cries were soft, but He knew she was close. It wouldn't take much more for her body to release, and he wanted ... no ... needed to see it from this angle. This sensual little redhead was his most perfect creation. His!! Shifting until His lips were close enough to breath in the sweet sounds, he whispered. "Cum."

And she did.

Her body arched back until her head pressed against Master Khan's shoulder. Her pussy walls closed in a strangle-hold around his steadily pumping cock, causing him to grunt and thrust faster. The spasms that washed through her writhing body released a wave of juices that spilled out around the cock jerking wildly in and out of her grasping, squeezing hole.

It took every ounce of restraint Master Khan had at his disposal to keep from releasing his cum in this little sub's cunt, but then ... he wasn't finished with her. He'd been promised pleasure, and he intended to get as much as her Master was willing to let him have.

Mitch took his time walking around the end of the conference table. Watching them had given him a painful erection, and the time had come for his pet to soothe it in the proper manner. He pulled out a straight backed chair and sat down.

"Turn her towards me, Reggie." he said quietly, as his hands reached for hers.

Shifting his body around, still embedded between her shuddering cunt walls, was one of the hardest things Reggie had ever done. Between the difficulty he was having in holding back the mighty load of cum, and her jerky movements ... the friction had trapped him right on the very edge. He felt like every breath was going to tip him over, whether he was ready or not.

Mitch clasped her hands in his larger grasp and slowly pulled her closer, with Reggie following. Mitch couldn't help but smile at the strained look around his fellow dominant's mouth. He knew exactly how difficult it was to hold back with this one, she was tight and knew just how to milk a man until he felt as if his balls were going to implode.

"Take Me in your mouth, pet. Take your Master's load nice and slow." He said.

Mitch watched as her pink full lips parted and then closed around the bulb shaped head of his cock. The feel of her hot, wet mouth made him want to grab her by the hair and fuck until she swallowed every last drop of his thick salty cum. But, he also wanted it to last, he loved watching her lips slid up and down the length of his rigid shaft. Half the pleasure he got was from the feel of her tongue rubbing along the throbbing vein that wandered down the underside of his cock, and she knew exactly how he liked it.

Reggie stood as still as he could, for as long as he could. He knew that any movement might set him off and he really wasn't positive that watching her service her Master wouldn't accomplish the same purpose. This was going to be tricky, but he wanted to wait until Mitch fed her his cum before he flooded this delectable little cunt that he was rapidly falling in lust with.

Mitch threaded one hand in her thick red mane, and slowly clasped it into a ponytail to use in guiding her in the manner he needed. The other hand, he curled around her throat, feeling her swallow as saliva began to pool and choke her. The feel of her throat muscles working against the palm of his hand increased his need to fuck her.

"Take it, pet. Take Master's cock deep into your throat. I want to feel when I fuck you." he growled softly as he bent over, forcing her head down.

Cynthia nodded slowly, and tilted her head ... increasing the angle, and opening up the back of her throat to receive Master's cock. As the swollen head pushed down, it embedded itself in the soft tissue. He groaned loudly and the hand gripping her hair, tightened. He pushed down, forcing more of his cock into her mouth. She closed her eyes and concentrated on holding back the gag reflex as he'd taught her. 

Master's cock began to slide in deeper ... so deep that her nose pressed against the downy hair around the base of his cock. The feel of his cock spreading the ridged rings of muscle in her throat, gave Mitch exactly what he wanted, he slowly stood up and pushed the chair back with one foot.

Rocking his hips back and forth, he looked over at Reggie. "Such a good little cocksucker, Reggie. She's the best I've ever trained." And began to move faster, with a dark gleam in his eyes.

That was all it took for Reggie. He didn't even try to hold back, but instead began to thrust hard and fast into the tight pussy wrapped around his cock. They found a corresponding rhythm that trapped her sweet little body between them. She couldn't have moved away, even if she'd wanted to. Being taken this way, even with the misgivings she'd had in the beginning, made her body scream silently for more.

Suddenly with a howling cry, Reggie's fingers tightened on Cyn's thighs with a bruising grasp and cum rocketed out of his balls so hard that his body bowed. Driving the head of his cock up against the tiny opening of her cervix, where it stayed as cum flooded her vagina when it spilled from the pulsating end of his cock. He gasped, cussing when her walls began to spasm around him, tightening almost painfully.

Mitch wanted to laugh with pride at the sight of his brother dominant being so completely drained, but he was having problems of his own. His pet's throat had taken him past the point of control and just as suddenly as Reggie's had, his balls released their load in an almost painful explosion. His mouth closed in a tight grimace as thick load, after thick load, poured down Cyn's throat. He only relented when she began to choke. Pulling back until the rim of his cock head caught against the inside of her lips, cum still pumping over her tongue.

He slowly inched back until the heel of his shoe found the leg of the chair, and he sank into it ... with Cynthia's mouth still nursing the tender tip of his cock. "Gently pet, gently." he whispered.

When he looked up at Reggie, they both laughed. "Damn, my friend, you were right. She's amazingly trusting. I wouldn't mind doing this again some time." he grinned, "But you'll have to give me a few days to recuperate."

Gently Reggie eased his spent cock from between Cynthia's cum soaked pussy lips and dropped into a chair with an exhausted sigh.

"Come here, pet." Mitch held out his arms and Cynthia crawled up onto his lap, resting her head against his shoulder.

"You are one lucky man, Mitch. Anytime you decide to release her, I'll be more than happy to take her off your hands." Reggie said, with a smile of appreciation on his face.

"That wouldn't be in the foreseeable future, Reggie. So don't hold your breath." and they laughed again.

The sound of a muffled knock at the outer office doors caused all three to look up.

"That will be the treat I ordered just before you arrived, Reggie. Be a pal and go get it, would you?" Mitch added with a grin. "And you might want to pull up your pants, I'd hate to scare off my favorite lunch-time delivery boy."

Reggie adjusted his slacks and went into the other room. Mitch gently kissed Cyn on the forehead, His arms holding onto her tightly.

"Did you have fun today, pet?" he whispered into her ear.

Cyn nodded with a tired smile. "Yes Master, I had a very good time. Are You pleased with me?"

"More than you could ever understand, baby girl. More than you could possibly understand." and gently kissed her lips, still swollen from servicing her Master's cock.

Moments later, Reggie came back in carrying a brown bag and a tall insulated bag ... holding a perfectly chilled bottle of champagne.

"Are these treats for us, or for her, to enjoy, Mitch?" Reggie laughed as he lifted the container of whipped creme from the bag.

"I think we could all benefit from a little treat now and then, my friend." Mitch grinned as he stood, letting Cyn's swaying body slide down his frame.

Tearing the top from the creme tub, Mitch scooped two fingers in and lifted the mound of sweet goodness. "It all depends on where you choose to taste it from." as he smeared the whipped cream around her right nipple and immediately followed it with his tongue. Cynthia leaned toward the hot probing, which Mitch used to his advantage, sucking insistently on her hard little nipple. With a growl, Reggie scooped a handful of the fluffy white treat and smeared it across her mound. Then dropped to his knees and began to lick it off again.

Then between them, they lifted her writhing body and laid it across the conference table. With one on each side of the table, she was a mass of heat and need. Lips and fingers ... tongues and hands, spreading and stretching her body any way they chose. It didn't take long for her to cum screaming over and over.

Mitch nodded towards the unopened bottle and Reggie immediately grabbed it. It took less than an instant to have the top off and the foam spilling out over her breasts, down across her belly to fill the shallow indention of her bellybutton. They took turns licking the sweet champagne off her skin, keeping her in a state of arousal such as she'd never experienced before. Tears filled her eyes, running down across her cheeks as she continued to cum until her body was too weak to move.

Finally Reggie stepped back and Mitch scooped her up in his arms. He carried her across to the leather couch in front of the floor to ceiling windows. Gently laying her on the cushions, he parted her legs and moved between them. Groaning as he slid into the dark wet heat of her tight pussy, he began to rock slowly.

Reggie moved into the shadows to watch, his hand wrapped around the raging hard shaft of his cock. He pumped as he watched his fellow dominant make love to his submissive, imagining it was him instead of Mitch. Slowly Cynthia's legs moved, wrapping around her Master's back. Her moans whipped Reggie's need to a fever point and his hand moved in time with the bucking of Mitch's hips.

Soon her cries grew loud and shrill, Reggie could tell she was almost ready to cum. The more desperate her sounds became, the close he got to release. Suddenly his hand tightened and thick steams of milky white cum shot from the tip of his cock, with her screams vibrating off the walls and raking down his back. Mitch shouted and his body froze, Reggie could almost feel the way her pussy was milking his balls dry.

Mitch finally slumped over her limp body, struggling to catch his breath. He glanced, panting, across to where Reggie had sunk into a chair ... unable to stay on his feet. Carefully he climbed off Cyn's unconscious body and walked into the small washroom. 

A few moments later, Mitch returned with a warm, damp cloth in one hand. He gently cleaned the cum from between Cynthia's lewdly spread legs. Wiping the inside of her thighs free of any drops that had escaped when he'd slid out.

"Thank you, Master." she whispered, her voice husky from the ragged screams.

"You are welcome, baby girl." Mitch said as he gently kissed her lips. "You were a very good girl today for Master and his brother dominant. I'm very proud of you."

Reggie stood up and zipped his slacks. Shaking his head, he held out one hand, which Mitch clasped. "You are one lucky man, my friend. I thank you for allowing me to participate with you and your pet today. I can't remember when I've enjoyed myself quite this much."

Cynthia began to struggle upright into a sitting position, but Mitch gently pushed her back down again. "Rest, baby girl, you've earned it.", so she sank back down against the leather cushions.

Mitch walked him to the door, and partially closed it behind them as they stood talking quietly in the otherwise empty hallway. When he finally came back in, Mitch picked up the bowl of strawberries as he passed the conference table. He carried them across to the couch, where he sat down and pulled Cynthia onto his lap. They shared the plump red berries, laughing and talking softly, until every last one was gone.

It had been another amazing Saturday.