3 comments/ 41309 views/ 0 favorites In Trouble By: erica_is_a_slut The day was beautiful. I was in heaven. I was in my last three weeks of High School. I had just turned 18. The birds were singing and the sun was shining, and all was as it should be. Then I went home. "Jim, Erica is home." Mom called out loud. Then, to me, she said, "You better get up there." She had that look on her face. That 'You're in a world of trouble.' look. The day was too beautiful for anything major, so I trotted up the stairs. "Daddy?" I called. "I'm in here, Erica." He said. His voice was coming from my room, so I walked in. "What is this, Erica?" He was sitting on my bed holding a zip-lock bag with something in it. I had never seen it before. "I don't know." I said. "Erica?" He said, with that still small voice he used when he was angry. "Honest, Daddy, I have never seen that before in my life." I was telling the truth. He set the bag on the bed and held his hand out to me. I took his hand, and he pulled me in front of him. "Well, sweetie, I have to be sure." He gently pulled me across his lap. "Daddy, I am sure. I have never seen that bag before. It is not mine." "I hear you, darling, but it was in your room, and I love you, so I have to do this." He lifted my skirt and folded it back against my back. I knew there was no point in fighting or arguing. So I cried. He peeled my panties down, and smacked my bottom really hard. One, two, three, four, five times. My behind was in flames, and I'm sure it was red as an apple by now. "Now, Erica, what's in the bag?" He asked. I was sobbing pretty hard, and Daddy waited patiently for me to catch my breath. "Erica, what's in the bag?" "I really don't know, Daddy." I said between sobs. One, two, three, four, five more smacks on my bare bottom. I was sobbing again. "Erica, I'm only going to ask you one more time." He waited for me to quiet down a little. "What's in the bag, dear?" "I already told you, Daddy, I don't know." One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen more, and every one just as hard as the first. "Now, darling, you will stay in your room for the rest of the day, and we will talk about this again tonight." I climbed off his lap, straightening my clothes, and threw myself on my bed. I could hear daddy's footsteps going down the stairs. My seat was hot enough to cook on, but I also felt something else. I had this tingling feeling way down in my tummy. It felt more like it was down between my legs. In some way, I was aroused by what had just happened. I couldn't believe what I was feeling. I was horny. I cleaned up my room. I say that casually, as if my room ever needed cleaning. I am a neat freak. I clean my room every day. This day was different, because I had nothing else to do. I usually spend about 20 to 30 minutes dusting and cleaning, but today I spent three hours. I refolded everything in my drawers, and re arranged my closet, twice. I cleaned all my shoes. I even vacuumed, in spite of the fact I had just done it yesterday. It was dinner time, but no one called me. I waited, hoping they would call, but they didn't. Just when I thought dinner must be over, they called. I quickly went downstairs, and walked into the dinning room. Mom had already cleared the table, and Daddy stood and walked around the table. "So, dear, have you thought about what's in the bag?" I nodded. Mom came back in the room, and she was carrying that rattan cane she had always threatened us with, but had never used. "So, what's in the bag, Erica?" Daddy asked. "I really don't know, Daddy. Please believe me." I was almost begging. "Drop your shorts to the floor and bend over the end of the table, sweetie. I want to believe you. I really do." I dropped my shorts and stepped out of them, then I bent over the end of the table. I honestly believed they were just trying to scare me, which incidentally, was working just great. They had never used the cane in all the years I had been alive, and I didn't really think they would start now. Mom stepped up and handed the cane to Daddy, then she grasped my panties and pulled them down to expose my bottom. "Erica, your Dad and I love you to death, but we are worried about you. Just tell us what it is, and we will help you. We will do whatever it takes, just tell us what it is, and lets stop this before it goes any further." "Mom, I wish to God I could tell you what's in the bag, but I don't know. There is nothing I can do to change that. I'm sorry." Mom stepped back. I knew what that meant. I was still totally unprepared for the intensity of the pain as one, two, three blows landed on my ass, instantly raising welts. I screamed as the third blow struck. I didn't want to; I didn't try to. I couldn't help it. "I don't know." I blurted it out before anyone asked. I was rewarded with three more welts. Mom disappeared from the room. Daddy laid three more welts on my distressed behind before she came back. "Jim. It's the police. Erica, go to your room." I ran, panties still down, leaving my shorts on the dining room floor. I closed my door and buried my face in my pillow and just cried. I must have stayed like that for about an hour. I might even have fallen asleep, but I was awakened by a knock at my bedroom door. I said come in and my Daddy opened the door. "I still don't know what's in the bag." I said. "I know, darling. I know, and I'm sorry. I hope you understand why we did what we did. I love you." He said. "What did the police want? I asked. "They were here about your brother. Apparently, he went to the police station after school today. They came to check out his story." "What story?" I asked. "Well, your brother got home last night and found something in his book bag. I don't know why he didn't tell us about it, but he went to the police station after school and told them what he found. They came to check it out." "What was it?" I asked. "He thought it was a bag of marijuana. He hid it here so he wouldn't get caught with it, and went to the police." "Ha! That's just great. And just where did he hide it?" "He said that he was worried that whoever put it in his bag might break into our house to look for it, so he hid it right here, in your room. That is right where we found it. I'm sorry, sweetie. I have never had reason to doubt you, and I shouldn't have doubted you this time, but I had to be sure. If you were doing drugs, we wouldn't be able to forgive ourselves if we did nothing." "Could you do me a favor, Daddy?" I asked. "Anything, princess." He said. "You haven't told Jason about this, have you?" "No. Why?" "Don't tell him. Please. I'd just assume we all forgot about it. I certainly don't want Jason to know about it." I said. "Alright, I can do that. I'll tell your Mom not to mention it. Again, princess, I'm so sorry. I know it hurt a lot. Forgive me?" "It's alright, Daddy. I forgive you. I know you did it because you love me. I just hope you never have to do it again." "Goodnight, sweetie." In Trouble i kneel, meditating, clearing my head, losing the work day, the car trouble, the angst over the lost time in the afternoon. i concentrate on the music, smooth, ethereal, familiar, pulling me right where i want to be, ready to serve, ready to listen, ready to obey... ready, unfortunately, to receive the punishment that i know i have coming to me. i've been dreading this since Saturday and the supreme fuck up. To be true to my dual nature and honest about my feelings, there is definitely a part of me that is thrilled that i will be receiving a comeuppance, and then there's the part of me that can't believe that i chose to do something so blatant and foolish. i clear that from my mind as well, knowing that Master will be dealing with it momentarily, and that judging myself is just as much against the rules as everything else i've fucked up this week, earning the gigantic number of 125 demerits when normally i have no more than 5 or 10. Master is standing in front of me, leaning against the massage table while i go through these internal hoops. Even with my eyes closed, i can feel him there, heat radiating off of him, his scent, comforting and safe even in the trouble that i'm currently facing. i know that no matter how much trouble i'm in, he's not going to hurt me, not really, not more than i want or deserve, and above all, he won't lose his temper, won't go crazy, won't damage my self-esteem or sense of self. Even in trouble, i have nothing 'real' to fear. i kneel up to stretch out my lower back and then kneel back down to wait on his pleasure. He smiles at the sight of me, and i am slightly comforted. "On your best behavior, are you?" he asks me. "i've been trying all week, Master," i say, even as i realize that although i have been trying very hard to concentrate on our relationship this week, i have not been particularly well-behaved. He smiles at me and then motions for me to come toward him. "Put my cock in your mouth," he says. i reach toward him to do as he commands and he stops me. "Beg for it," he whispers. i flush and hide my face on his naked thigh. Begging is not my forte. i don't do it often nor particularly well. i'm never entirely certain what to say or what forms to follow, so i often stumble. In addition, begging has never gotten me anything, at least not before i was a slave, so i haven't much practice. It's not so much that i'm proud, but more that i don't know what to do. i'm frozen with indecision, fumbling through my mind for things to say. "I'm waiting." "i know," i whisper, then take a deep breath and plunge in, just letting the words flow from my mouth without thinking about them. "Please let me suck your cock, Master. i really want it. i want to taste you. Please, Master? Please?" "Keep going," comes the command from on high. "Please, Master, please. i love your cock and i want to feel you in my mouth. Please?" Running out of new things to say, i begin to kiss his upper thighs in obeisance. "Kiss my feet, slut," he orders. i obey, quickly dropping to the floor, happy to have direction, and begin kissing the tops of his feet and toes frantically. "Keep begging," he prompts me. "Please, Master, please let me suck your cock," i continue on in this fashion, not knowing what to add, as i smother his feet with tiny kisses. "Enough," he says, and i return to kneeling and continue begging as i kiss around and near his cock, repeating my pleas to be allowed to have him in my mouth. At last, he grabs the back of my hair and pulls my head away from his thighs. "Open your mouth." i open eagerly and he shoves his cock hard into my mouth. i close my mouth over his cock, licking and sucking on it, moving my head back and forth and side to side to increase his pleasure. i lose myself in the motion, in the feeling. i adore sucking his cock, his pleasure is mine, and i do not keep track of how long my mouth is locked over him. He is made for this, i am made for this. Until he pushes me away. "Stand up," he orders me. i obey, facing the massage table and the wall behind it. i hear him moving behind me, but do not move. "125," he mutters, "what am i going to do about this?" i shudder internally and flush externally. i try not to show him my reaction. Nothing i do at this point is going to help, excuses won't excuse me, begging won't get me out of it. i wait. He straps the manacles onto my wrists and the cuffs onto my ankles. "Lay down on the table," he says harshly. i obey, knowing i'm allowed to lay down only because of the trouble i'm having with my back and joints thanks to my thrice-damned rheumatoid arthritis. He hooks together my legs and binds them to the massage table, effectively preventing my from kicking or blocking with my legs. This is a bad sign. Normally he can count on me to not do that, and i know i'm really in for it if he feels the need to physically prevent me from kicking. "You're in a lot of trouble, young lady," he says to me. "Yes, Master," i respond, shivering. "I know that I said that the reason for the demerits would not matter come QT night, but i think this is a special case considering how you earned that last hundred." Foolishly, i respond, "i remember why i got all of them." "Why don't you tell me why that is, then," he says, moving away from me for the moment. "i got 10 for masturbating without permission. i got 15 for putting myself down. i got 100 for disobeying you when you told me to stop drinking at the party." "Mmm," he says, dropping my slave contract in front of me. My tension mounts. Glancing at it, i see that several rules right away that i don't necessarily obey on a daily basis. "Read number 3." i begin to read, "The slave's mind, heart, body, and time belong solely to the Master," and SMACK, the silver backed hairbrush comes down hard on my ass. i gasp, but keep going. "The Master will determine if others can have use of her body and what use they may put it to," SMACK, again. Over and over, every few words, the silver backed hairbrush comes down, on both cheeks and up and down my thighs. i gasp and cry out as it lands, but continue to read until i reach the end. "Again," he orders. "Please, Master," i whisper. He is unmoved. "Again." And so, again i read it, and again he spanks me over and over, more and more often with the hairbrush until i am gasping with pain as i finish the paragraph. "What does that mean?" he asks me. i draw a blank. i know what it means, but i don't know what he's getting at. He smacks me with the brush again and answers for me. "If others can have use of her body and what use they may put it to," he says, "means you too. You may not touch yourself unless I give you permission. Is that clear to you now?" He slams the brush onto my thighs, once, twice, three times. "Yes, Master!" i cry out, the sharp stinging pain overwhelming me. "Good," he states. "This sopping wt pussy is mine, you do not touch it unless I say you can." He slips his hand between my legs and slides his fingers into my pussy, thrusting back and forth until i'm moaning against him. He gets onto the table with me and slides his cock between my thighs thrusting against me and into me and driving my arousal up and up. And then he's gone and my brain is fuzzed by lust, but not for long. A new implement comes crashing down on my ass and up and down my thighs. i squirm and cry out. It's a thin, wide strip of metal and it stings like hell! The lust is driven from my mind, replaced by shock and pain. "How long have we had the rule against you putting yourself down?" he demands, barely slowing the strikes. "Forever, Master" i cry out. "Since we started this relationship, isn't it? And yet still you persist." "i'm sorry! Please, Master! Please!" i'm panting now. "You do not put yourself down. You will respect yourself. You are my prize possession and you will respect that. You will take care of yourself and treat yourself right, and you will not insult or deride yourself," he states, punctuating each statement with a smack of the metal strip. "Yes, Master. Yes!" i squirm and swerve, knowing i can't avoid him, but not able to keep still, the sting in my ass and on my tender thighs growing. i panic as he moves closer and closer to the back of my knees, the tender skin screaming against the stinging smacks. "Please, Master!" He reverses direction, coming back up my thighs toward my ass, a relief and a torment for the already punished skin that he is going back over. He drops the strip and spanks me a few times with his bare hand, easing the sting somewhat. i collapse against the massage table, breathing heavily. "And now, we are at the big one. What would you say that all three of these incidences had in common?" "Disobedience," i whisper in to my arms. "Disobedience. The number one rule on the list and the heart of the problem. All those additional rules on that list that we don't really pay attention to on a daily basis. We ignore them because they all come right down to obedience. 125 demerits. More than you've ever gotten. You've been testing me, and I mean to see that you stop. At this point there will be no more reading from your contract, no more fucking you after I spank you. I'm serious now. You will obey me." i cover my face with my hands. "Please, Master," i whisper. "There is no please left. You will learn this lesson." He grabs my hair and pushes me down onto the massage table, me head turned to the side so that i can breathe. And the hard oak paddle with all the holes crashes onto my ass. i shriek. "Please!" i cry. But he says nothing, just covers my ass with smacks from that horrible paddle. "This is no game. This time you're going to cry, and then you're going to obey, because I won't put up with anything else." Again and again it falls, and i try to to breathe, but the pain is too much, it's too hard. He holds me down against the table by my hair and i don't struggle, i don't fight, but i can't stay there, i can't take it. i can't find my breath "Please, Master, please. One second to breathe, please!" He releases my hair and lets me up a little, and i catch my breath. But then he's holding me down again and spanking over and over and over, and i can't think and i can't see through my hair. i only feel the paddle and his hand in my hair and hear his voice. "I don't care how much you've had to drink or how much you think you can drink. You will stop when I say stop. It doesn't matter who brings what alcohol to you. If I say no, you will not drink it. I can't believe that you continued to drink, flaunting your disobedience and disrespect to a party full of people who heard me tell you to stop. That is unacceptable, and it will never happen again. Do you understand me? Never again!" "Yes, Master," i gasped out raggedly. "Louder." "Yes, Master!" "Louder." "YES, MASTER!" i almost shouted. "How do you think that made me look to everyone, huh?" Oh no. i almost stop feeling what he is doing as that realization washes over me. One of my most sacred goals is to always be respectful in public, to raise him up, to make other people see how wonderful he is, and i had completely and utterly failed. i begin to cry. He doesn't stop, continuing to coat my ass and thighs with smacks from that horrid paddle that will never break, no matter how much i want it to, until he is satisfied. Then he unhooks my legs from the table and each other. i calm down some. "Get on your knees." i obey, getting off of the table with his help. "Get in the corner. Crawl." i do, looking into the corner, ashamed and penitent. He brushes aside my hair from my back and begins to flog me, the flogger striking the same places on my upper back over and over. i begin to sob, whispering "please, Master, please stop" but i don't think he hears me and it probably wouldn't matter if he could. My shoulders shake with my sobs. He does stop and slides my hair back over my back. He lets me sit there for a few moments. "Come here," he orders me. i turn and crawl to where he is. "Down." On my knees, i lower the front of my body down, hiding my face. "Does your back hurt in that position?" "No, Master," i say. "Good." He moves behind me and just starts fucking me. i'm shocked at first, not believing that i could have been that wet after all that, but apparently... He fucks me for a long while and then orders me to rub my clit. i obey and after a few more moments, i say, "i think i'm going to need a vibrator, Master," "No you won't," he says. "Oh," i say, concluding that there will be no orgasm for me tonight. But, he told me to rub myself, so i continue, getting hornier, even though i know that my hand is not going to work tonight. And then he pulls out of me and cums all over my back. A shot of desire ignites me. He orders me to my feet, and then leads me into the bathroom to clean us both up. "Go to bed," he tells me. i obey, still manacled and cuffed, and he joins me there. "Spread your legs." i do and he rubs me, his touch working where mine would not, until i'm gasping. "Please, Master, please let me cum?" He slows his touch. "No. You owe me one, and I always collect on my debts." He stops, gently withdrawing his hand from between my legs. "But, Master..." He just looks at me and I subside. He lets me rest a moment and then starts again. Oh... no... "Master, please, please let me cum? Please?" He smiles at me. "No." And then he stops and lays back on his side of the bed, directing me to curl against him. "Go to sleep," he tells me, smiling at me. i lay there and think about what we did and what he said, my hand rubbing lightly on his chest. "i'm sorry, Master, about the drinking thing. i didn't even think about how it would look to other people. i'm really sorry." He kisses the top of my head. "It's fine now. Your slate is washed clean. All is forgiven." "Thank you, Master," i say. "i just wanted to let you know that i hadn't thought about that aspect and i'm sorry." He hugs me and i fall asleep wrapped against him. In Trouble Again The sounds of the office receded as everyone was headed off for home or various errands. She sat at her desk concentrating at her computer, unaware of the time. Stillness surrounded her as her fingers flew over the keyboard; the tapping of her nails on the keys the only sound in the room. Taking her eyes off the screen she realized she was alone. Looking around she couldn't believe she did it again. All she could think of was her Master being upset that she was late again. She turned back to the report she was working on and clicked her mouse to save it. Watching the screen she thought about how angry Patrick was at her for staying late at her job. A job he felt she didn't even need to have because he wanted her to stay at home. He relented knowing she enjoyed her work. He didn't like the hours though, didn't want to share her with it any longer than necessary. "He will kill me, I have to get home!" she thought in a panic. Sabrina started putting away her work and was shutting her computer off when everything went dark. She felt the blindfold come over her eyes. As she went to turn to around she cried out, "Who are you! What are you doing?" A male voice softly said "Sabrina, you have been told about working late and I have been requested to bring you to your Master." She panicked, starting to rise from her chair; she felt his hands on her arms holding her still. "Please don't make this difficult Sabrina, I am going to cuff you, and then I will take you where your Master has requested. No one is here except the guard and he is busy." Sabrina trembled at the thought of what was to come. Patrick had always said when he has had enough he has had enough. She finally pushed him to his limit. Tears welled up underneath the blindfold as she thought he really has to be angry this time. The man gently brought her hands together and slipped the cuffs on her wrists. "You can't be serious to think you can just come in here and do this do you? Sabrina asked heatedly. The man chuckled, "Sabrina, dear, I already have!" With his hand on her arm he led her out of her office to the elevators. Sabrina remained silent, not knowing what to think of all this. As they stepped into the elevator she felt as if she was stepping into another world. "How can Patrick even do this to me, letting a total stranger come and take me away. He must be so angry," the thoughts were tumbling through her head. The elevator came to the first floor and he led her to the parking structure. Helping her into the back seat of a car she was reaching up to pull the blindfold off. "No", he said sternly, "You cannot remove that, if you continue I will have to resort to other methods, ones I don't think you will like." Her hands dropped back into her lap, the metal of the cuffs clinking together. Sabrina leaned back, resting her head on the soft leather seat. The man started up the car and drove slowly out the parking structure. She tried to follow his turns but soon came to the conclusion he was driving in circles. Most likely to throw her off. Music played softly through unseen speakers and she could hear a window being put down, making her think she was in a limo. The man spoke to her again letting her know they were almost there. "Where are you taking me and how do I know you were sent by my Master?" she asked him. Laughing he replied, "Patrick said you are stubborn, I can see he is right!" Sabrina sat straight as the man slowed the auto to a stop. He opened the door and helped her out. Standing still, she listened to the sounds around her trying to figure out where she was. It was so quiet; she had no clue to where she could have been taken. "I think you will like it here Sabrina, you know Patrick always wants the best for you", he continued, "Becky will assist you in your preparation for your Master." Sabrina frowned, "Just what am I being prepared for?" Sabrina could hear the man chuckle. "Are you going to answer me, or do I have to guess?" she asked him. He said nothing, making her even more nervous. Taking her arm he led her to a door where he rang the bell. The door was opened and a woman greeted them. Sabrina stood still knowing they were watching her. The man touched Sabrina's shoulder and began speaking. "This is Becky and she will take you to your room Sabrina. You will do what she asks for they are your Master's wishes. You will be seeing your Master shortly and he will be expecting you to be prepared as per his instructions." He took a key from the pocket of his jeans and unlocked the cuffs, removing them. Sabrina unconsciously rubbed her wrists as she stood waiting. Becky took her by the hand and took her to prepare her. After walking up a set of stairs Sabrina could hear her open a door, she was led inside and Becky took off her blindfold. The room was quaintly decorated; the thing that caught Sabrina's eye was the bed. A massive four poster with a big fluffy quilt, it reminded her of a grandmother's bed you would just sink into if you laid on it. The hardwood floors were polished to a soft luster and handmade rugs were scattered across the floor. Fresh flowers completed the wonderful room. "I have prepared your bath, the towels and oils your Master wants you to use are on the counter. Please hurry we have not much time," Becky continued speaking as she went to the closet. "He also wants you dressed in the gown I will set out for you." Sabrina watched for a moment as she brought out the silky garment then turned to take her bath. Sabrina's eyes grew wide with delight as she saw the bathroom. It was wonderful with an old-fashioned claw footed bathtub. She dipped her hand in the water, warm and smelling so good she quickly stripped off her suit and got in. Pulling her hair up to the top of her head she slid down in the luxurious scented water. Becky came in and saw her holding her hair up and handed her old-fashioned hair clips. "Thank you Becky, this is wonderful!" Sabrina told her with a smile. "Please hurry Sabrina you will be able to enjoy this later I am sure," Becky urged her quietly. Sighing Sabrina hurried and washed with the warm water and stood up to be wrapped in the towel held by Becky. The towel was warm and felt good as she was dried off. Led back into the bedroom Becky handed her a white silky gown. As Sabrina opened her mouth Becky informed her, "That is all your Master wants you to be wearing Sabrina." She took the gown and slid it over her head; the feel of silk cool on her warm skin made her nipples harden immediately. Shivering she reached up to take the clips from her hair when Becky stopped her. "I will fix it Sabrina, I have orders." Becky sat her down at the dressing table and began to brush her long hair pulling it up and tight she put it in a ponytail. She turned and picked up a white soft blindfold and placed it across Sabrina's eyes. Sabrina sighed, "Becky do you have to do this so soon?" "Yes, it was instructed to me from your Master, I must obey," she replied. Slippers were placed on her feet and Becky tugged on her hand once more to follow her. A few minutes later Sabrina was led into a room and told to stand where she was for a moment. She could hear chains being unwound from above her as she stood silently trembling. Listening to Becky move about the room her thoughts turned back to her Master. "Patrick really must be angry, he has never done anything like this," she thought. She was lost in her thinking when she felt Becky's hand touch her shoulder. "Please stand over here and remove your gown, " Becky said, "I will be placing you into a swing and binding you to it, soon your Master will be here." Soon she was suspended above the floor swaying slightly, her arms lifted and wrists places in restraints. She could feel Becky lifting her left ankle and drawing it higher to be placed in the leather bonds attached to the chains. Sabrina was mortified as Becky took her other ankle and exposed her nakedness. Feeling the cool air against her skin she shivered. "Becky when will he be here?" Sabrina whispered. "Soon, Sabrina, soon," she answered. The lighting of a match was all that could be heard be in the room. Becky lit all the candles requested and turned the lights off. "I am leaving now Sabrina, I wish you well," she called out as she closed the door behind her. Wiggling trying to feel how she was suspended, Sabrina began to panic. The fearful thoughts began again, what if Patrick didn't arrange this, what if I was kidnapped by strangers?" she said out loud. She could feel herself tense against the leather bonds holding her in the swing. At least the leather padding is soft on my back she thought, wondering what was next. "Sabrina, Sabrina, you, my little one has displeased me!" Patrick said as he entered the room. Sabrina sighed in relief to hear his voice. She could feel his fingers graze her nipples, then pinching them harder he said, "What am I to do with you, my little bunny?" Sabrina remained quiet; knowing it would not do to speak. "But I have my ideas, and we will now begin," he continued. He walked over and picked up a white candle form the low table. He leaned down and softly brushed his lips across Sabrina's. She trembled as he touched her face. Taking the candle, he was pleased to see the wax pooling in the center. He touched the tip of his finger to it and felt the heat of the wax, it was just right he thought. He lifted the candles up over Sabrina's left breast and slowly let the wax pour across her nipple. She flinched at the heat of the wax, the vanilla scent floating up to her. Realizing it was wax she relaxed a bit in the swing. As the wax ran down her breast Patrick did the same thing to the right breast. She jumped again setting the swing swaying, Patrick moved and reached for ice. The heat against her skin was deliciously sensual she thought, feeling the dampness between her opened legs. Patrick lifted his hand up over her breasts and let the icy water from the ice drip down her warm skin. She once again jumped, biting her bottom lip at the iciness of the water; she tried pulling back when he touched the ice to the side of her breast. Rubbing the ice against the fullness of her breast she moaned, he whispered, "Fire and ice just like me and you darling!" Patrick repeatedly poured the wax over her velvety skin, her stomach and thighs, following with the ice. Reaching up he touched her face and again teasingly kissed her. Sabrina moaned as his lips kissed her neck. He slowly cleaned the wax from her tender skin and dried the wetness of the ice. Pushing the swing into motion he reached for a flogger from the table. "Sabrina, you again have been late at work, you work too hard, you take yourself from me and I do not like it!" he said sternly. Raising his arm he brought the soft lambskin cat across her thigh. Sabrina could feel the soft sting as she was swaying, and again he brought it down on her other thigh. He worked his way up to the juncture of her legs; dropping his hand he reached and felt the wetness of her. Parting her lips with his fingers he inserted a finger into her moist opening. She moved against his hand, feeling the pressure against her clit as he rubbed it with his thumb. She pulled against the leather bonds on her wrists making the swing sway harder. He leaned against her and whispered, "You cannot cum until I say so!" She moaned softly as he worked her pussy, fingering her and rubbing her clit, bringing her to the edge. He leaned down and flicked the nub with his tongue, tasting her sweetness he sighed. Kneeling, he stopped the swings motion and parted the petals of her womanhood and thrust his tongue into her. She cried out as he licked up and fastened his lips on her clit and sucked. Sabrina was going to cum, he knew she was close. He broke away from her sweet tasting pussy and set the swing into motion once again. Picking the flogger from the floor he resumed his soft smacks on her thighs, occasionally letting the cat fall unto her pussy. Sabrina was struggling to hold back the passion that was boiling inside her lower body. Patrick watched the emotions on her face as he removed the blindfold. Kissing her forehead her eyes and her mouth, he asked if she was OK. "Yes Master!", she whimpered, "please Master, I am so sorry for being late." Patrick smiled softly, knowing his anger was well over long ago and kissed her deeply, his tongue teasing hers, his teeth biting her bottom lip he continued ravaging her mouth. Moaning, Sabrina tried moving again setting the swing to swaying. Patrick stood and Sabrina saw the room for the first time, a dungeon like setting with so many candles lit, giving the room a golden glow. She watched her Master remove his soft leather pants revealing the hardness of his thick cock. He went to the end of the swing and stood between her legs. Smiling he reached down and took his cock and rubbed the head against her opening then across her clit. Teasing her, knowing how on edge she was, he inserted his cock so just the head filled her at first. Sabrina tried squirming to get more and he pushed the swing away. "Master, " she sobbed. Smiling as she swung back to him, he put his hands on her thighs and started to slide his cock into her pussy. She was so wet and hot; he rubbed her clit as he pushed more of his hardness in her. She cried out feeling the thickness filling her up, unable to cum, she moaned. He pushed the swing away again teasing her. Sabrina was going to beg, beg him to fuck her, give her release, she was ready to beg for anything to cum when he put his hands on her legs again and slammed his cock into her pussy. She cried out as he moved the swing back and forth, his cock moving in and out. He could feel her juices running down his balls as he fucked her hard like she enjoyed. "Master, please may I cum please Sir," she begged. "Yes, my bunny, you may, please, I want to feel you cum with me deep inside your wet pussy." He brought her close and impaled her on his cock and he reached down and rubbed her clit. He could feel her lovely muscles tighten around his rod as she climaxed moaning loudly. They both felt her juices hot, wet on his cock, smiling he began the swing in a gentle movement as he slid his cock in and out of her. Giving into the heat and passion he made her cum again and finally felt his balls tighten as he was ready to explode inside her. Pushing it deep inside her one last time he cried out her name and filled her up as she came with him. Their skin glistened in the candlelight as the heat of their body and their passion came together. Standing with his cock buried in her pussy, he reached up and touched her face. "I do understand the love of your job, but I do not like sharing you!" Leaning down he kissed her gently, nipping her lip; he removed the leather cuffs on her wrists. Smiling he released her ankles and with his cock still inside picked her up. Sabrina wrapped her legs around him and he carried her to a chair. He sat down carefully, kissing her; he brought up warm towels and cleaned them both. Stroking her hair, he kissed her. Sabrina snuggled into his lap and whispered, "I love you Master." They spent the night in the dungeon, playing with the swing, and all the toys, and never again was Sabrina late coming home from work. In Trouble with the Boss It's been six months since I started at Andrews Consulting. I couldn't have dreamed of a better opportunity, everyone here has been amazing, both my co-workers and our clients. Succeeding here could really set me up for really big opportunities in the future, but even with all the support I've got I can't seem to stop fucking things up. It's not because I'm slacking off, I'm busting my ass but at the same time I'm pretty overwhelmed. So far I've been able to cover missing some meetings but the heat just got turned up. What a way to start a Monday. I slowly walk back to my desk after a rough meeting with JDK. They were the first client I was managing on my own so it was all on me to deliver the bad news that their latest site update was going to get delayed by a month because we left a feature out, because I fucked up and forgot to get the requirements to the developers. When I finally sit down I'm exhausted and shaking like a leaf, then I see the meeting invite... FUCK! --- From: Paul Andrews Subject: JDK delays Time: 5:00-5:30PM Tuesday May 28, 2015 Aubrey, we need to talk about the latest mishap with JDK. I'm running out of options here and we need to get to the bottom of this. -P --- The next two days are a nightmare, although we make some really great progress with JDK, and even gain a week back, I'm pretty much a useless bundle of nerves. By 4:00 on Tuesday the minutes feel like hours and I was tempted to pack up my desk before I meet with Paul. As 5:00 comes I hope for the best and head to his office. --- "You wanted to see me Paul?" "Aubrey, come in, sit down." "Paul, listen. I'm sorry. I know I've been..." He waves his hand for me to stop. "We're making a lot of progress and faster than we ever expected..." "Aubrey. Stop." And with that you could hear a pin drop. "Aubrey, listen, we took a big chance on you... I took a big chance on you. I thought you could cut it and even with all the support we've put in place you've dropped ball after ball. Now like I said, I'm running out of options and I'm running out of them quick." I tear up. "Paul please... I can't..." "Aubrey" he stops me, "You're down to you last strike here now go home, get it together, and we'll talk more tomorrow." With that he turns his attention back to his laptop and I silently let myself out. --- Well I didn't get fired but I can't have much time left. When I get back to my desk there is a little black box on it. Its curious, but at this point I just need to be anywhere but here so I throw it in my bag and head home. After a hot bath and a few glasses of wine I turn my attention back to the little black box. "Fucking asshole." I'm overcome with a mix of emotions. I'm both pissed and completely shocked. Inside are a pair of panties, a note, and 3 photos. The panties are pale pink cheekys with black lace trim and an open heart in the back held together with black laces. The note reads... "Aubrey, this is your last chance at a big opportunity. Tomorrow you will wear these along with a short black skirt and black heels. You'll see me at 5PM sharp for an inspection and I expect the panties to be soaking wet. Remember this is your last chance." And the photos, fuck, the photos. They are some I took for, or with, my ex-boyfriend. The first is of me naked in a dressing room, my panties around my knees, the second I took while using my vibrator, and the third is me sucking his cock. How did he get his hands on these? "Fuck him! This is illegal and I can't do it. I'll own his ass for this and I won't do it." Trying to calm down, I check some emails and watch some TV before heading to bed ready to go in and own his ass tomorrow but through all of that I can't shake this nagging feeling. With the economy and crushing student loans do I really have any other options? When I get ready for work the next morning I swallow my pride as I follow the instructions in the note. --- Unlike the day before Wednesday goes by in a blur and all of the sudden its 4:30. The office is practically empty and I find myself in the server room with the lights off watching porn on my phone. My hand finds its way in between my legs, caressing my lips through the pale pink satin. My clit tingles as the girl on screen gets fucked by two guys and I pull them to the side and slip a finger in between my dripping wet lips. I rub my clit and slowly finger myself to a timid and nervous orgasm then rub my panties against my wet hole. With that I sneak out unnoticed and take the long walk to Paul's office. --- "You wanted to see me Paul?" "Aubrey, please come in." I go to take a seat and he speaks up. "Oh no Aubrey, no sitting this time..." as he pats his desk, "now please come around here and bend over." "Paul. Please." "Now." he demands. I walk around his desk and bend over laying across it. "Well, black heels and a black skirt you're off to a very good start Aubrey." I bite my lip and fight the urge to scream at him as he caresses the backs of my legs and slides the skirt up over my ass. "Now to the important part." And I feel his fingers in between my legs. "Aubrey, Aubrey, Aubrey. I'm impressed. I didn't think you had it in you but you've managed to get your little cunt deliciously wet. I don't know what you did in the server room but it worked." He rubs me through them and I feel myself start to tingle as he pulls them down and rubs my clit. He plays with my little patch of pubic hair and starts to finger me; swirling one finger in my dampening pussy then adding a second. As I fight back an orgasm he abruptly pulls his fingers out and slips my skirt back down, then he instructs me to step out of my panties. Standing there I'm terrified as he folds my panties up and slips them in his bag. When he turns his attention back to me he says... "You were very good today Aubrey." Then silence. "Now have a good night..." and he nods toward the door. I can't get out of the office fast enough as I take the walk of shame back to my desk, my juices slowly creeping down my thighs. --- I need to go home but need a drink even more so I immediately head to the bar across from the office. I was hoping to decompress on my own but run into Jen from work and one drink turns into four and a late dinner. I finally make my way home and am greeted by a familiar black box waiting at my front door. Sitting on the sofa I open it and am greeted by a second pair of panties, another note, and three more pictures. The panties are a lacy royal blue thong with a wide lace waist. The photos are more from college. The first is of me and my roommate topless at the beach. The second is kind of blurry, but it is of me laid back while my ex is fucking me. The third was taken with me on my knees, still holding his cock, with cum all over my tits. The note reads... "Aubrey, I was quite pleased with your progress today, you're definitely making the most of your last chance. The expectations for tomorrow will be the same as today; you are to wear the blue thong with a dress that matches it. I expect to see you in my office at 5PM for your inspection and I expect the panties to be soaking wet. PS. As cute as your little bush is, I expect you to come in tomorrow with your pussy shaved completely bald." --- The next morning I wake up a little earlier than I expected, Paul may be an asshole, but if I'm being honest yesterday did feel good. I pick out a blue and white striped t-shirt dress and then hop in the shower. Shaving myself bare feels better than I expected, naughty and so sexy. So much so that I couldn't not start to caress my silky smooth pussy; the hot water running down my body as I tease my clit and push my fingers inside my aching hole. With one hand teasing my nipples I finger myself to a knee shaking orgasm. After that I slip into my new blue undies and head to work. If I thought Wednesday went by fast that was nothing compared to Thursday. Being stuck in meetings all day makes it tough to get anything done. After running around all day I finally make it back to my desk and try to do a little catch up and thats when I get the alert that my meeting with Paul is in five minutes. Fuck! I may be making good progress on the project but I don't need a set back with Paul and whatever his kinks are. Unsettled and out of options 5:00 comes and I head to Paul's office and hope for the best. --- "Paul?" "Aubrey, please come in and shut the door behind you." I shut the door and just stand there not knowing what to do next. "Well Aubrey, you look fantastic today dear. Now if you wouldn't mind coming around and bending over for me." Nervously I walk around his desk and bend over in the same spot I was in yesterday and feel that tingle in between my legs as he slides my dress up over my ass. "Well these look amazing on you." He says as he runs his fingers around the blue waist band and then down my ass on his way to my pussy. His hands feel amazing. "But Aubrey, have you forgotten all of your instructions?" "Paul. No. It's just today was really busy, and..." Then out of nowhere I feel the hard sting of his hand on my ass. Smack! "Your instructions were simple Aubrey." Smack! "You seemed to follow directions so well yesterday." Smack! "Mmmmmmmmmmm" I moan. "But. But P. Paul, I had to. I had to work on..." Smack! "Mmmmmmmmmmm..." "The expectation is these would be wet Aubrey." He says as he teases my pussy through my panties. "I thought you were getting better at following instructions." "I'm sorry. Mmmmmmmmmm. Paul..." "Did you follow your other instructions Aubrey?" "Mmmmmm, yes. Yes I did." "Then turn around and show me." With that I stand up and turn around. I reach under my dress and slip the thong down and let it slide to the floor, then pull up my dress. He pushes me back against his desk and responds "Mmmmmm, Aubrey, your pussy looks magnificent." as he teases my smooth mound and begins to rub my clit. "How does it feel to be shaved completely bald?" "Mmmmmmmmm. It. It feels goood Paul." then he slips a finger inside me. "Mmmmmmmmm. It feels naughty being so bear." With that he pushes me back further and I sit on his desk. In one swift movement he spreads my legs and leans in to start licking me. "Mmmmmmmmmmm, fuck" I respond as I feel his warm, wet tongue running up and down my smooth lips. I feel the blood rushing in between my legs as he begins to attack my clit with his tongue, swirling it around in tight little circles. His tongue exploring the silky folds of my aching pussy. I hold his head and moan louder as his tongue pushes inside me. This is the tongue fucking I've needed for so long, Paul deep in my wanton pussy licking up the juices as they flow out of me. Electricity flows over my skin as he takes his attention back to my clit and slips a finger back inside me and "Mmmmmmm, fuck. Fuck me Paul" is all I can muster as an intense orgasm washes over me. "Mmmm, you dirty girl." he responds as he sits back up, his fingers still gently teasing my lips. "You want more?" "Mmmmm hmmmmmmm" I respond as I bite my lip. "Well Aubrey, as tasty as your little bald cunt has been, I have a dinner I'm already running late to. I'm sure you understand." I pout. Hoping that will change his mind. "Oh Aubrey, pouting won't work here" he responds. "Now if you'll see yourself out I need to wrap up here before I head to dinner. I'll see you again tomorrow at five." I yelp as he smacks my ass one more time as I head to the door and I give him one last peek at my ass before heading out. As I walk away I hear, under his breath, "Little slut". When I get back to my desk there is another familiar black box. At this point I'm tired of playing Paul's fucking games but I grab it and my bag and head for my car. In a moment of defiance I throw the box in the parking garage's trash and head home. --- As I get ready for work Friday morning I can't help but wonder what was in the latest box, but like I said I'm tired of playing games and I slip into a red and blue striped trapeze dress and head to work. I've got shit to do today and I'm getting it done despite all the meetings and Paul's numerous emails which I've simply replied "I'll see you at 5." After a long day and numerous request to cut out for an early start to the weekend the clock hits five and I head to Paul's office. I walk in and shut the door behind me and before he can barely get out "I thought we had an agreement Aubrey." I slip the dress over my head exposing my naked body. My nipples stiffen as I walk toward him and all he can whisper is "Fuck me" to which I reply "Oh Paul, I intend to." I climb into his lap and feel his lips wrap around my nipple as his hands cup my ass. I moan as my nipple hardens in his mouth as his fingers run down to tease my open wet pussy. His fingers feel so amazing as they rub my aching clit and I begin to slowly grind as he slips them inside me. It feels amazing as his fingers exploring the inside of my needy hole, slipping and and out, then rubbing my g-spot. "Ohhhhhhhh, fuck." I cry out. "Yes, mmmmmmmm, touch. Touch me right there." Massaging it only makes me want him more. Then I let out a gasp as he slips his finger out and and runs it up beginning to rub my tight ass. It feels so wonderfully naughty to let him touch and tease my virgin ass, overcome with desire I let him continue until I can't take it anymore and I slide down onto my knees. Paul's thick, hard cock springs out of his pants as I slide them off of him. Stroking his swollen shaft I lick up the beads of glistening precum one by one. I tease and lick his swollen cock, kissing it up and down from its head to his balls. "Good girl" he responds "Lick up every last drop" "Mmmmmmmmmm" is all I can respond with. Finally he takes a handful of my long blonde hair he forces and pulls my head back. "Are you ready for a mouthful?" He asks. "Mmmmmmmm, yes sir." And with that he forces my mouth onto his cock, my lips wrap tightly around it and Paul makes me take every inch of his thick member. "Such a good little cock sucker" "Mmmmmmmm." Then he pulls my head back and asks "Are you enjoying yourself Aubrey?" "Mmmmmmm, yes I am Paul." "And do you want more?" Licking the head of his cock I reply "Mmm, yes. Please Paul. Please give me, give me more." "Not yet" he replies as he forces his cock back in my mouth. My pussy drips and i reach down to tease it as Paul forces me to suck his hard cock. My moans muffled with a mouthful of cock as he forcefully fucks my face. He finally pulls my head back and I gasp for breath. "Such a good girl." Then he pulls me up and lays me back on his desk his tongue attacking my soaking wet cunt. Wasting no time he spreads my lips and his tongue swirls around my clit over and over and over again. I run my hands up my body, teasing and pulling on my nipples as his tongue continues to work my hot little fuck button then he spreads my lips wide and his tongue enters me. My body spasming as I soak his face with an intense orgasm. He stands up and I spread my legs wide hungrily anticipating him filling me with his thick cock. He stands there caressing and teasing my silky bald pussy as i gently grind my hips. "Is this what you want?" "Ohhhh yes. P, p, p, pllllllease. Yes." He teases my wet lips with the head of his cock. "Such a sexy cock starved slut. Now tell me what you need Aubrey." "Mmmmmmm Paul. Stop. Stop teasing and fuck me." With that he pushes his cock deep inside my needy hole, filling and stretching me. Holding my hips he pumps his hard cock in and out of me and I run my hand down to tease my throbbing clit. My pussy grips him tight as he jackhammers away at my tight fuck tunnel and I feel a second intense orgasm building from deep inside me. Suddenly he pulls out and says "roll over." "Yes sir" is all I can muster as I follow his command. I spread my legs wide and grab my feet as his thick cock slips back in. He massages my ass and I feel that familiar sting as he spanks me. "Mmmmmmmmm" I reply. "Such a bad girl" he says as he smacks my ass again. "Mmmmmmmm, yes. Soooo. So bad" I reply again as he continues to fuck me hard and deep. "Ahhhhhhhhh, ohhhhh FUCK!" I moan as I feel his thumb begin to tease my ass. I want to resist but at this point i'm fully committed to anything that keeps him fucking me. I drip as his finger teases my tight ass and his cock fills my pussy. Finally "Ooooooh FUCK!" I cry out as I feel his finger enter my ass. My ass squeezes his finger tight and I cry out completely shocked by my reaction to him using both my holes. His thick cock pulsating in my dripping pussy and his finger furiously going in and out of my ass feels amazing. I've never been interested in anal but the feeling of Paul double penetrating me quickly changes my mind. "Mmmmmmm, more" I cry out. "Oh, fuck. You dirty girl." He replies as he slips a second finger in my ass. With that an earth shattering orgasm washes over me, every muscle in my body tightening as my pussy floods his cock and my ass grips his fingers tight. Paul continues to fuck me hard and deep then pulls his cock out of my loose used hole and erupts hot ribbons of cum all over my ass. He squeezes my hips and gives me one last spank before collapsing back in his chair. I sit up and feel the cum puddle between my ass and his desk. He rubs my legs and says "I guess we'll need to keep you around after all Aubrey." "You fucking better" I reply as slip back into my dress and head for the door. Walking out I turn back around and say "See you Monday Paul. Five o'clock as usual?"