5 comments/ 148132 views/ 49 favorites The Boss's Pet Ch. 01 By: Sarah28 Chapter 01: Sarah Day1 I'm 26 and married, and Diana is my boss. On Monday I was sitting next to her in her office when she put her hand on my thigh, sliding it up under my skirt. I hadn't had sex with a girl for years, so it was a complete surprise. I didn't know what to do, but without my thinking about it I found that I had opened my legs for her. She gentle caressed the inside of my thigh, she didn't touch my pussy, though I'm sure I would have let her. She kissed me, still with her hand up my skirt, then told me we had better get on with the work. I was in a daze the rest of the day. Day4 After a day or two when nothing else happened I had decided that the whole thing was a spur of the moment thing and that was that. Then she asked me to go for a drink with her that evening. She asked (told) me to wear stockings instead of my usual tights. She took me to a gay club where I felt uncomfortable, especially when she started openly fondling my bottom in front of her mates. When we danced she put her hands on my bottom, under my skirt. I suppose it was Ok because other couples were doing the similar things, but I felt really embarrassed. Afterwards she took me back to her apartment, and asked me to undress for her. Again I was very embarrassed and nearly rushed out of the door, but by then my pussy was ruling my head, so I guess desire made me stay. She was a very good lover, she had me gasping when she buried her face between my legs. When I had had all I thought I could take, she produced a strap-on and fucked me doggy style till I came screaming. Although she came whilst doing this, she wouldn't let me between her legs, and obviously didn't like it when I touched her breasts. Her pleasure seems to be in dominating me and making me wild with desire. While she was using the strap-on she put a wet finger in my ass hole, which made me feel humiliated and abused, but also increased my desire. She told me that next time she would be putting the thing in my ass. I didn't know how to handle that. My husband never does that, in fact nobody ever had. But I don't know how to say no to her, and actually don't know if I want to say no. Day8 A week had gone by, and Diana has ignored me. I was getting desperate. I'm normally fairly conservative in how I dress, but I began going to work in stockings under my shortest skirts, and my usual modest blouses were exchanged for low cut tops. I let her know that I would be staying late to finish the file I was working on. I took the file into her office to ask her about it, then dropped it as I was leaving. I gave her the back view as I bent down to pick it up, keeping my legs straight. She must have been able to see all my bare legs above my stockings, and my pink panties. Before straightening up I turned and smiled at her. She raised an eyebrow, that's all -- but she did work late herself, and when everyone else had left she called me into her office. She locked the door behind me and immediately took me in her arms and kissed me deeply. Within no time she had her hands under my skirt and slid down my panties. I stepped out of them and she picked them up and put them in her purse. Still kissing me she started rubbing my pussy, I was very wet already, but then she put one hand behind me and slid her finger into my ass. Wow, total violation, total humiliation, but I didn't care I didn't want her to stop. She finger fucked my ass, holding my pussy with the other hand, till I came. When I had calmed down she said we'd go to her place and she'd do supper. In the taxi she put her arm round me and started kissing me. I loved it, but realised that the driver was watching us in his mirror and I got very flustered. However I soon forgot him when she slid her hand under my skirt again (remember I had lost my panties). This time she went straight to my pussy. I should have kept my knees together, but no chance, they parted without any decision from me. She had me cumming as we turned into her road, and I was still shaking when I had to get out of the taxi and stand up. She made a pasta and opened a cold white wine. We ate in the kitchen, on stools, and talked about work, Afterwards she suggested we take our drinks through. "Through" of course meant into the bedroom. She closed the door and stood looking at me, raised her eyebrow and half smiled. I knew what she was asking, so I got undressed without a word. I did it slowly folding my clothes carefully, starting with the stockings, then I lifted up my skirt to remove the garter belt, remembering too late that I had lost my panties. Ah well! I took my top off slowly, then undid the bra, lowering it slowly because my breasts are really too saggy. Finally I dropped my skirt, turning my back on her to pick it up, then blushing as I realised what I had shown her. I stood with hands at my sides looking at her looking at me. She didn't say anything but after she had studied me for an age (more blushes from me) she spread her hands, I spread my legs. She must have seen my arousal, because my pussy and inside the tops of my thighs felt soaking wet. It was a relief when she indicated a twirl, so I turned round to give her the back view. I looked round at her and tried to smile. After she had studied me she came up behind me, put her arms round me and her hands onto my breasts. She caressed them quiet hard, and teasing my nipples till they felt huge, kissing me again till I was breathless. She undressed quickly and matter of factly, but kept her bra on. A pity, because her breasts look as if they might be nice to play with, but so far I'd never seen them. Although I was expecting it, I felt myself go pale as she went to the bedside drawer and got the strap-on thing out. I watched her step into it and do the belt up. She stood looking at me, with the thing poking out so aggressively. I stared at it, then realised that I had to do something, or give in to my fears. I walked up to her and kissed her (its usually her kissing me) and put my hand on it, working it up and down. I reached down for the balls, then realised of course there aren't any (felt silly) After working it for a bit, I realised that it was exciting Diana, obviously it was rubbing on her clit. She pushed me down and I dropped to my knees, deepthroating it as much as I could. It was bigger and fatter than my husband, but not that much, I decided. Against the wall she has a big chest of drawers, she looked at it and then at me. With fast beating heart and a feeling of dread, but also anticipation I slowly walked to the chest, and bent over it. I grabbed hold of the back edge of the top and spread my legs. I could just see her in the mirror, and she stood looking at me spread waiting for her for ages, leaving me in despair. Finally she approached me, and started rubbing the thing, first against my soaking pussy, then between the cheeks of my ass. "Where do you want it?" she asked. Panic! Where did I want it? I knew where she wanted to put it, but I didn't want to ask. "Please," I prayed, "Don't make me ask." "Anywhere" I stammered, "Put it anywhere you want." "I asked, Where do you want it? Do you want it in your cunt or your ass?" Very angry, icy cold! "Oh please, in my ass, in my ass," and in a small voice "And please be gentle" She had a bottle of lube amongst her make-up (how much had she planned this?) and she put lots on, then eased the tip into me. It hurt, really hurt. I cried out as she eased it into me deeper and deeper. I felt a sudden urge to shit, and cried against it. Then it was deep inside me and I felt my muscles relax allowing her to move deeply, completely into me. I heard myself groaning. She asked if it felt good, "Yes" I replied between the groans, and it did, it really did! Without conscious thought I found myself moving to meet her thrusts. I felt totally violated, humiliated but hugely and darkly excited. I wanted her inside me totally. I stopped groaning and felt my excitement mounting. She reached in front of me and touched my clit. I felt myself cumming. As I started to cum she began spanking my bottom with her other hand. Hard, each one stung, and echoed loudly round the room. It was the most fantastic orgasm I have ever had!! She pulled out of me gently and I felt my ass close tight. She helped me from the tabletop and led me onto the bed. She lay down beside me and held me tight. I began to cry, I don't know why, I wasn't hurting, just emotionally drained I guess. I slept for a while in her arms feeling tender and loved, before she gently woke me up and told me it was time to go home. I dressed without a word while she called me a cab, leaving without my panties (I didn't like to ask for them back). When I got home I was amazed that it was only just past midnight. So much seemed to have happened. I dropped my clothes on the floor and fell into bed. Thank goodness for the alarm clock! Day9 The following Day I was just finishing for the day when she called me in to her office again, We sat side by side on her couch and, very matter of factly, she put her arm round me and kissed me deeply. Of course I spread my legs for her. She didn't take off my panties, just worked round them and onto my wet excited pussy. I remembered with a jolt how it felt when she masturbated me, already I am familiar with her gorgeous touch, very gentle then a squeeze on my clit, Then more insistent. I hoped she was going to go down on me like the first time, but she didn't. I guess that was an introductory offer (new customers only) . I felt her fingers inside me, until she was finger-fucking me and working her thumb on my clit. Meanwhile her other hand worked my breast. Harder now, squeezing it and pinching my nipple. I give myself away when I'm about to come, throaty noises, gasping etc, and as I got near, she stopped. Her fingers stilled in my pussy (though I was very aware of them still in there) her thumb left my clit, and her other hand stilled, just holding my breast. When I calmed, she began again, but again wouldn't let me cum. I don't know how many times she did this, but I was reduced to saying "Please Diana, let me cum, please, please." She teased me for a bit, saying things like "Oh, does my baby wants to cum does she?" and with me begging for it. She consented after what seemed an age, and at last as an orgasm ripped through me, she squeezed my nipple harder and harder till I was crying out for her to stop, and crying out for more, all at the same time. Afterwards she held me gently while I calmed myself, kissing and suckling the nipples she had hurt so much. I didn't know what to do with my panties. I was still wearing them, but the crutch was soaked. She said that it was a pity I was wearing them, they had got in the way, and were now too wet to go home in anyway. She told me not to wear panties to work. With the short skirts I had started wearing it didn't seem a good idea! When I got home I was hoping my breast wasn't bruised! I had a quick look in the bathroom as soon as I got home and was horrified how red it was, all round the nipple, but then I realised it was mostly Diana's lipstick. Day10 I Dressed in a short skirt (but not my shortest!) and briefest black panties. When I got in I make straight for the washroom, took the panties off, then panicked and put them back on again. Later, in Diana's office it was hard to keep crossing my legs and flashing my stocking tops without showing my (illegal?) knickers. It obviously frustrated her, because, as I got up to go she said my name, when I looked at her she gestured, obviously asking me to raise my skirt. I'm sure I went as pale as death. Of course I understood. What could I do? I shook my head, In that moment she looked very angry, lent forward and lifted my skirt. For a fleeting moment I hoped that my stocking tops and the oh so sexy tiny lace panties would melt her, but I should have know better. She half turned me, then, still holding my skirt up with one hand, Delivered a vicious smack to my bare thigh. It was so hard, so loud and so unexpected that I cried out. I felt my eyes water with shock and humiliation. Diana turned her back on me, I fled. Now what?? Straight to the wash room, where I dried my eyes and calmed myself. Then panties off and into my purse. I was puzzled and embarrassed about the dampness on them. There had been nothing sexual, why was I getting wet? Anyway, straight back to her office, knocked on the door. A curt "Yes?" from her. I walked in. She still had a face like thunder. I didn't say anything, but stood in front of her, legs apart and lift up my skirt. She gazed at my damp pussy, smiled, then leant forward and pushed her face into. Her hand followed, round the back seeking out my ass. It was lovely. Licking and sucking my clit and fingering my ass, what more could a girl ask for, and in company time too! She told me not to cum, and I tried and tried, but her probing finger and her busy mouth soon had me shuddering and gasping. Afterwards I went back to my desk in a dream. As I sat down I saw an angry red bruise forming on my thigh, I didn't care. Day15 Since that lovely sex in Diana's office she ignored me for several days. Despite my efforts at flashing my legs (and possibly occasional glimpses of my bare pussy) in her direction she has been purely businesslike the past two days. I was getting more and more desperate. I had thought that, after the last time, and my capitulation over the panties, things might happen more regularly. But what I have learnt about Diana is to never assume anything. When I got home my husband was already home and in the bath. He was going out to football later. I quickly peeled off my clothes and jumped in the bath with him, but we hadn't time for more than a kiss and a cuddle. I had just climbed out myself, and put on loose baggy pants and a sloppy jumper (nothing else) -- ideal for lounging round in, but very unsexy, when I heard him talking on the intercom. I thought it was one of his friends come to pick him up for football., but then I heard a woman's voice at the door. I went through, and there was Diana, dressed as I've never seen her, also in loose baggy pants and a jumper, and clutching her briefcase in front of her. She gave my husband a peck on the cheek and explained that she was sorry to disturb me at home, but the case I had been working on needed to be finalised tonight. I didn't know what she was talking about, there was nothing I could think of that was urgent. She stepped up to me, now with the briefcase down by her side, and gave me a peck on the cheek, and pushed herself against me as she did so. I nearly jumped back in horror and surprise as I felt her cock hard against my stomach -- she was wearing her strap-on!! I don't know if I went pale, or bright red, but I suspect both at the same time, and felt weak at the knees. My husband said he had to dash, and to be sure to offer Diana a drink. She said she'd love a glass of wine, and going to get it allowed me to calm myself and summons up my resources. My thoughts were how unsexy I looked, and I had no makeup on. She looked at me and smiled, raising her eyebrow. "What?" I stammered. She said nothing, but continued to stare at me with the eyebrow raised. I knew of course what she was asking, no, telling me to do, but this was our home, I had never been naked here except for my husband. I shook my head and started to stammer, she just looked at me, and, of course, I gave in. She led me to our dining table and I obediently stretched out across it, legs spread. "Good girl" she said, and began to caress my ass, and down between my legs. I could feel myself getting very wet. She produced a bottle of lubricant and applied it to my ass hole, pushing a greased finger in as far as she could, and stroked between my legs, exciting my clit and getting me even wetter. She began to smack me, short, sharp smacks, pausing a second between each. "What am I doing?" I thought, letting a fully clothed woman spank my bottom, but I found I was lifting my buttocks to receive each smack. "Now arch your back more. Come on, lift your ass up for me." Another series of smacks, this time very hard, so that I cried out with each one. I began to weep, not from the pain, but from shame and humiliation. When the spanking stopped, I looked round behind me to see her undoing her trousers and taking out the thing. She stood behind me, holding me round the hips, pulling me gently towards her, and began to ease it into my ass. It felt enormous inside me, it filled me totally, and violated me completely, and felt fantastic. She fucked me for a long time, getting faster and faster and harder and harder. She told me when to cum by touching and pinching my clit. She pulled out of me gently, turned me round and kissed me, wiped tears from my eyes with her fingers. We sat on the couch and she held me tightly, comforting me, while we finished the wine, me still naked, her still dressed and with the strap-on still poking out of her trousers. She said she had to go. She kissed me long and deeply, and left. I went through to the bedroom and examined my bottom in the mirror. As I feared it was red where she had spanked me. I decided that I didn't mind, in fact felt rather proud of it, especially as my husband would be too tired to notice tonight. Day18 Diana stopped by my desk just long enough to tell me that she was going to the club with friends, would I come too? Of course I said yes. In the club I was wearing my usual, skirt, stockings, no panties of course, and when we danced Diana had her hands behind me, under my skirt, and the way she was pushing my skirt up, I guess I was showing my bare bottom to her friends, and anyone else looking in that direction.. When we sat down her hand was back up my skirt and onto my pussy. One of the other women, Laurie, asked Diana if she could dance with me. I was horrified, this woman Laurie is really butch, baggy clothes, cropped hair, tattooed arms and rough looking hands. In my youthful encounters with girls, I never went for the butch type, always found them rather frightening, and I still do! Also I was upset that she asked Diana, not me. I'm not Diana's property, am I? Anyway, Diana immediately took her hand off my pussy and said of course. I looked at her in despair, but she just smiled back and told me to go and dance with her friend. Laurie pulled me against her, and I could feel a strapon pushing against me. What to do? I was struggling in her arms, trying to keep away from it, but then thought, if Diana wants me to do this, I'll try to make her jealous. Also, in my heart of hearts, I must admit that strap-ons are an absolute turn on for me. So I pushed up against it, manoeuvring myself so it was against my pussy, and I guess masturbating myself against it as much as dancing. Her hands were all over my bare ass, but I didn't care! And when she kissed me, I kissed her back, opening my mouth for her insistent tongue. I would have had an orgasm right there on the dance floor if we had carried on much longer. Anyway Laurie led me back to the table and pulled me down next to her. I looked at D in despair, but she just smiled. This time it was Laurie's fat fingers on my pussy. There I was, skirt up, knees widely spread, with her hand working on me and with my hand masturbating Laurie's strapon through her trousers. Her insistent fingers, her mouth on mine and the feel of her strapon in my hand, soon finished what the dance started and I came gasping. Even then Laurie wouldn't let me go back to Diana, but kept me with her. She abandoned my wet cunt, and turned her attention to my breasts, which she soon had out and in her hands. I guess having had my orgasm my lust was slated and I was able to fight back. I pushed her away, grabbed my purse, stood up and ran, pulling my top up as best I could, saying I needed the washroom. I ran straight out the door, and found a cab to take me home. The Boss's Pet Ch. 01 Day22 Diana has ignored me since the incident in the club with her friend Laurie. I spent a miserable weekend worrying about her. By the end of yesterday I was getting desperate, and felt so horny. So today I'm dressed entirely to please her, I know I want her so much. Wearing no panties is such a sexy thing. I'm constantly aware of my naked pussy, and think that everyone must realise how I'm dressed, but I dare not put my panties on in case Diana decided to make up.. I worked late (!) and Diana was still in her office (waiting for me?). When everyone else had left I timidly knocked on her door. Taking all my courage I went in and immediately said how sorry I was that I ran out on her. We discussed it and I ended up sitting on her knee. After we had kissed for a bit, and a few tears from me, she told me I would have to be punished for my behaviour at the club. I smiled for the first time, not because I was about to be punished, but because I was accepted again "Over my knee" she said. Holding my skirt up, I stretched out across her knee. I loved the feel of her warm leg and the material of her skirt on my pussy. She started caressing my ass, (not what I was expecting,) then down between my thighs, I spread them without being told to. She soon had me deliciously wet and open for her and I began to feel my orgasm approaching. It was then that she started to spank me -- hard. It went on for ages. I began to weep but still she spanked me. Her hand moved from my bottom to my pussy, it was a real shock when she spanked me there, but fortunately not as hard. It must have turned her on because the spanking became caressing and then finger fucking. This time she let me cum, and it was tremendous! She helped me up and led me to her couch, where we kissed and cuddled some more. It was lovely wrapped in her arms. She said she had to go. I could stay in her office until I had got myself together enough to go home. She made no mention of a date or anything, so as she was leaving I told her that my husband was away this week and would she like to come for a meal tomorrow, She said she'd be delighted. Of course, being alone in her office I had a little snoop round. All her desk drawers were locked except for the top one, and there inside it was a whip, with rubber strands and a dildo shaped handle. Of course I had to give the handle a trial run before I went home. Day23 I've just been in to see Diana (purely business) but as usual as I stood next to her her hand was up my skirt and onto my pussy, just gently feeling. She said how much she was looking forward to this evening, and should she bring anything? As she said this she opened her top drawer, and there it was, that whip. I went bright red, totally giving myself away, and stammered something like "Bring anything you like." "What do you mean Sarah, anything?" Oh, please don't make me ask for it, but she did, and I gave in, as usual. "Please bring the whip Diana". "And?" Oh no, I'm not going to ask for that, please don't make me, but of course she did. "And the strap-on, please Diana." (I'd never actually spoken that word before! ) Before Diana arrived I made up my breasts. Probably too much, they look gorgeous, and sooo tarty! I put my apron and heels on, nothing else. I had time to lay out the hors-d'oevres and the things for the stir-fry (quick and easy) and there she was at the door. Deep breath, smile, open the door. There she was, smiling at me holding her briefcase and a bunch of flowers. A chase peck from her, and I turned round and walked ahead., revealing my bare back view. A cry of surprise and she pulled me to her and kissed me deeply, still clutching briefcase and flowers. She produced a small gift wrapped box in a bag with a flower on it. When I opened it I found nipple clamps. A silver chain with rubbery coated clips on the end that tighten by sliding a ring up them. She said she had to prepare my nipples. She licked and sucked them till they were really hard, then put the clips on at the back of the nipples, almost on the areoae. She said if I wanted more sensation, she would move them to the very tips ("No, that's fine, thank you Diana"). She tightened them gently, but more than I would have! They made me catch my breath, painful enough to make me constantly aware of my breasts. She backed be onto the couch, head straight between my thighs. As I came she pulled the nipple chain. Wow, it really hurt, but I couldn't stop moving against her mouth as I came. When I had calmed down she allowed me to undress her. She was wearing her baggy trousers and we can guess what under them! She again stopped me taking her bra off, but I really loved holding her "cock" and rubbing it. We ate the hors-d'oevres on the couch. She ate off me and I off her (she drank white wine from my navel) I ate off her "cock" but the rubber rather spoilt the taste! I told her her bra was going to get all mushed up from the food, so she relented and took it off!! Her breasts are lovely, not as big as mine but much firmer, with gorgeous perky nipples and huge pink areolae. She let me suckle them!! I couldn't leave them alone. I cooked the stir fry with D standing beside me, her hand on my pussy gently caressing me. She ate one-handed as well! She returned to the couch and her briefcase, and produced the whip. I was frightened but tingly all over. I just stood there as she stroked me with it, then she started to lash my ass. I quickly realised that although it stung a bit, I had nothing to fear from it. After moving up and down my back, and the back of my legs (that hurt more) she moved to my front, and asked me to spread my legs. Now this was getting more serious. She whipped the inside of my thighs, getting alarmingly close to my pussy. This really hurt and I moved my arms to protect myself. She told me crossly to keep my arms by my sides, but after another lash that almost reached my pussy, my arms were back again. She made me put my hands behind my head, this somehow added to my sense of shame and humiliation. She decided she'd done enough to the inside of my thighs and moved up to my stomach. That was OK but then she reached my breasts. Every lash had them jiggling about alarmingly, and I couldn't keep still. Only a few lashes had me crying. I was still standing with my legs spread, and when I thought it was all over, she brought the whip straight up between my legs onto my pussy. The shock made me squeal and clutch myself. I don't think she even did it very hard, but it really stung, and shocked me and it was in this state, with me sobbing, that she bent me over the couch and fucked me, first my pussy and then my ass. I was sobbing all the time she fucked me, but I couldn't have bared for her to stop. She pulled the nip chain as I came so hard it pulled right off my nipples. She led me, still sobbing, into the bedroom and got into bed with me, and held me in her arms till I slept. I woke in the night to find her gently masturbating me, and when she realised I was awake, she put her other hand round behind me and a finger into my ass. It was a gentle loving fucking, while I suckled her breast. Afterwards I drifted back to sleep in her arms, with my mouth still against her breast. Day24 When the alarm clock woke me she was gone. I don't know when she left, but she had tidied up the apartment and stacked the dishes. My nipple chain was in its box by the bedside. Before I got dressed I stood and looked at myself in the mirror. I have red marks on my breasts, thighs and bottom. I stood gazing at them, and my hand crept down to my pussy. I was shocked to find how wet I was, just from looking at the red marks, I managed to control myself and get dressed, but I really did want to masturbate standing there. Later in Diana's office she turned me round and raised my skirt and gazed for ages as my bottom. It was still red from the night before, though it was fading. She didn't say much, just that it looked gorgeous, and sent me back to work with a gentle slap on it. She has said that we are going to her club tonight. I didn't know what to say, but she said that she won't let me get involved with Laurie again so I guess it will be all right. She will come and collect me from my apartment. Quickie first? That will be nice! Diana arrived early, I had just make up my breasts and hadn't got dressed, so I thought, what the hell, I'm hoping for a quickie anyway, so I kept her waiting at the door while I put on my nipple chain then opened the door naked. I realised I'd done up the nipple thing too tight, but it was too late to alter that now. Diana was delighted, and we had our quickie, which left me with a red bottom again! In the taxi she began to caress my pussy. I leaned back and spread my legs for her. I don't know if the taxi driver was watching in his mirror, I didn't care. But she is so so good at it, she knows exactly when I'm about to cum, and she slowed right down and wouldn't let me. When I saw we were nearly at the club I was reduced to saying "Please Diana" but she said I would have to wait. As usual we sat down with her friends, Laurie was already there, and moved to sit the other side of me. She soon had her hand on my leg but Diana picked it up and removed it. They glared at each other, but Diana is a tough lady and Laurie backed down. Diana took me onto the dance floor, and soon had her hands under my skirt and onto my bottom, I felt certain that she was raising my skirt and showing Laurie, and everybody else, my bare red ass. I was right, because later, when Diana went to the bar, Laurie leaned over me, hand back on my thigh, she asked me how Diana had made my ass so red. I was so embarrassed and humiliated, I just shook my head, but she persisted, and I told her with her whip. She smiled and said it looked lovely, she'd love to caress it, did I want to dance? I told her no I didn't. She gave me a piece of paper with her phone number on. She said that none of Diana's girlfriends lasted very long, and when Diana had had enough of me, to give her a call. She had her other hand on her 'cock' and was stroking it, I realised I was staring at it, and hastily dragged my eyes away, blushing furiously. We saw Diana returning, so Laurie took her hand off my thigh (it had been creeping up and had just about reached my pussy) and I hurriedly put her note in my purse. Back at her flat Diana did the smile and the raised eyebrow thing and I quickly undressed as sexily as I could. (I still hate the way I respond to her signals, but I was too horny to deal with that issue). I wanted to do it slowly and sexily, but by then I desperately needed to cum and I couldn't get my clothes off quickly enough. After I had stood for inspection, legs apart, pussy and upper thigh glistening, feeling shame and embarrassment, she undressed herself, except for her bra again, and put the thing on. I sat on her knee facing her, and at last we fucked!!! I did reach behind her and remove her bra and she didn't stop me so I had those fantastic breasts to hold, but then she told me to put my arms behind me and hold onto her knees. She began to slap my breasts, making them jiggle about, Needless to say this had me crying out with pain/humiliation/joy and I fucked her even harder. Of course I soon came, and collapsed into her arms, where she held me and kissed and cuddled me with the thing still in my pussy. When I got home and was getting my keys out of my purse I found Laurie's note. I was about to throw it away when something stopped me. I folded it up and put it in a drawer. I am confused about Laurie. I remembered her hand creeping up my leg and how disappointed I felt when Diana came back and she had to stop. With shame I remember how totally I succumbed to her that first time. I'm also confused why I lied and told Laurie that Diana had whipped me. She hadn't actually, just spanked me with her hand, but somehow that seemed feeble when Laurie asked me the question. I can't get Laurie out of my head, she's the type of aggressive lesbian I hate, but I can't forget how much she excites me. Looking back to this evening, it was such a shame the Diana got back just before Laurie's hand reached my pussy. If I didn't want her, why did I open my legs so willingly for her? The Boss's Pet Ch. 02 Chapter 2: Laurie After the episode at the Club with Laurie, Diana and I carried on as before, though I do think she was watching me closely. I would see Laurie regularly at the Club but I was always with Diana and Laurie never got near to me. If she caught my eye she'd lick her lips and mouth kisses at me. She did fascinate me so I was often looking in her direction. Yes, I did smile at her and mouth a kiss back when I thought Diana wasn't looking. I couldn't bring myself to throw Laurie's phone number away. I kept it in my desk at work and would get it out and look at it but never rang her. That is until I fell out with Diana. My husband was home every weekend and I really looked forward to his visits. The weekends were for love and togetherness without any tensions. During the week I never knew where I was with Diana. I had to work hard to keep her attention, dressing provocatively and flashing her whenever I got the chance. She enjoyed dominating me and humiliating me. Although she never really hurt me hard she would often would want to whip me when we went to her flat. First I'd be told to strip then made to stand with my hands behind my head, sometimes for ages, before she'd approach me. The whip wasn't cruel, just stung a bit. That is except when it caught my breasts or, worst, my poor pussy. That had me hopping around and trying desperately not to move my hands from behind my head. If I didn't keep my hands still the blow was repeated. She also liked to embarrass and humiliate me. The weekly trips with her to the women's only club gave her lots of opportunity. If I didn't go along with her she would punish me afterwards, usually by denying me sex, or at least an orgasm. She was really skilled at bringing me to the brink and then stopping. If I tried to bring myself off I would get slapped or spanked. If I had any red marks she would take great pleasure in making me show them off to her friends. I'd tried to avoid Laurie's eyes, I really didn't care about Diana's other friends but hated being humiliated in front of Laurie. If I caught her eye I could see that the marks from my whippings excited her enormously. Life began to change when Lucy joined the office staff. Lucy was a 20ish leggy blonde. A sweet girl who everybody liked from the beginning. Especially Diana! At first Lucy came to work in tight trousers, she looked great in them, but then she took to wearing short skirts instead. She spent a lot of time in Diana's office and when she came out she often looked flushed. I soon realised that I had got a rival and when I asked Diana she admitted it. She pointed out that I spent each weekend in bed with my husband. She shares me so I must share her. She casually mentioned that that Saturday there was to be a party at the Club, would I go with her or should she ask Lucy? What could I do? I couldn't, just couldn't go off with Diana when Mike was home. I felt wretched and cried in Diana's office, begging her not to ask Lucy but she refused. On Friday I'm usually excited because Mike will be coming home but this Friday I was upset about not going to the party, worse, Diana would be taking Lucy. It got much worse when Mike rang me. His job had gone horribly wrong and he was going to have to stay over and fix it. I rushed into Diana's office but of course I was too late. She had already asked Lucy. I begged her to take me instead, even had tears in her office but she wouldn't change her mind. I think, just to get me out of her office, she told me Laurie would be there and that Laurie kept pestering her asking for my phone number. If I really wanted to go to the party I could ring Laurie. I'm certain she never thought I would do it. She remembered how I had run away crying when Laurie had groped me so openly and so roughly that time at the Club. But Diana didn't really know about my stubborn streak and how wretched I felt about being left out. Nor did she know about the dark fascination Laurie held for me. I didn't want to tell her I already knew Laurie's number so I made her write it down for me. "Don't ring her Sarah, trust me, she won't be good for you. I'm sorry dearest Sarah that this has happened but please don't go with Laurie." But I was so worked up her gentle words couldn't stop me. I grabbed Laurie's number and stormed out of her office. I didn't give myself time to think, just picked up my phone and dialled Laurie's number. As I was waiting for her to answer I looked round, Diana was standing in the door of her office watching me. I turned my back on her as Laurie answered. Laurie was thrilled to hear from me and we arranged to meet at the Club. On the phone I thought Laurie sounded, well, predatory is the closest I can say, it was too late to back out now but I did wonder what I had got myself into. As I hung up the phone I looked back at Diana, she was still watching me. She looked sort of sad. When she saw me looking, she slowly went back into her office, closing the door behind her. I was nervous going into the Club on my own and arrived late. Laurie was watching out for me and rushed over, greeting me with a huge bear hug. Diana and Lucy were there as well, sitting close together, kissing. I could see Diana's hand was up Lucy's skirt, gently caressing her. When they stopped kissing Lucy looked flushed and embarrassed. I'm sure she wanted Diana to stop feeling her up so publically but didn't know how to make her. Laurie of course took all sorts of liberties with me and I went along with it all, hoping to make Diana jealous. When Laurie discovered that I was wearing panties she made me take them off in front of everyone and give them to her. She embarrassed me more by puttingb them to her nose and sniffing them before putting them in her handbag. After the humiliation of the panties any resistance I might have had had faded. Laurie's probing hand finally made me cum in full view of everybody. Diana and Lucy went home but six of us went back to Laurie's flat. At that time I really didn't know much about dommes and subs but the other two couples were into it. Two of the girls wore chokers round their necks and they were the subs. One, Melissa (Missy) was a cheerful pretty girl whose behaviour didn't mark her out as a sub. She laughed and joked with us all. The other girl, a stunning redhead with a fabulous curvy body did. She didn't join in the conversation much, keeping her eyes lowered. Laurie called her the Zombie and her mistress called her "Slut" so I didn't know her real name. Missy's Domme was Miss Amanda. I thought she was joking when she was introduced like that that but no, that's what she I had to call her, though Laurie just calls her Mandy. The Zombie's lover has to be called Lady Christine!! I struggled to say that without giggling. Back at Laurie's flat the three subs (that included me) were told to strip. Missy went first and she did it really well. Slowly, sexily, with confidence and pleasure. She enjoyed showing herself off. The Slut didn't raise her eyes, just took off her clothes as quickly as possible. She had the red hair and very pale skin of real Irish girls. When she took her bra off I saw that her breasts were heavy and gorgeous with large bright red areola that had been coloured with make-up. But what made me gasp was that I could see that her lovely breasts had been freshly whipped. They were covered in a zig-zag of bright red lines. Around the areola was a ring of red/purple bruises, though these didn't look so fresh. Her thighs and ass had red lines too, these marks too looked older. It sounds weird but the many red marks made her look even more naked. She was obviously ashamed of the whip marks and tried to cover her breasts with her hands. A harsh "Hey No" from her mistress had her quickly move them away and stand up straight, legs apart, displaying herself. Her face was bright red with humiliation and shame. To take the unwanted attention from the poor girl I stepped up and took my clothes off. I would have rather just gone home. I tried to undress sexily but Christine laughed when I dropped my skirt and nearly fell over with it tangled round my ankles. Christine said I would have to be shaved but Laurie didn't seem to agree, thank goodness. The three of us had to go down on the Mistresses. I did Christine. I tried to be sexy and tease her with gentle licks first but it wasn't what she wanted. She slapped me hard and said "Get your face in there Whore!" Amanda and Missy left later but the other two stayed the night, the four of us sharing Laurie's huge bed. There was lots of groping and fucking before we went to sleep. Laurie and Christine were busy rubbing their pussies together and I got on top of "The Slut" in the 69 position. We were really getting into it when Christine grabbed me roughly and pulled me off, slapping me hard. "What do you think you are doing you Whore? Don't you know the Slut's not allowed to cum?" Well no, I didn't. I felt desperately sorry for the Slut but she accepted it as the normal and obediently buried her head in my pussy when Christine told her to. Afterwards I pulled her to me and cuddled and kissed her, tasting my cum on her mouth. I found it hard to get to sleep because Christine insisted on working two fingers inside me and leaving them there. Christine and Laurie were asleep when I heard faint noises from the Slut. Her quick breathing and faint gasps told me she was masturbating. I was so pleased that at last she could cum. Next morning both our mistresses were still asleep, having fucked each other again, and the Slut and I were having coffee in the kitchen. I said I didn't want to call her "Slut". What was her name? Shyly she told me it's Anne but please don't call her that in front of Lady Christine. I told Anne that I had heard her last night. She instantly knew what I meant. She went as white as a sheet and dropped to her knees. "Please please Sarah, don't tell Lady Christine, she'll punish me terribly. I'm only ever allowed to masturbate after she has punished me" I promised not to tell, pulled her to her feet and kissed and cuddled her. It seems that nobody ever shows her affection. I asked could we be friends and she seemed pathetically grateful. I asked about her marks, how long did they last? "Not long enough" she said with a resigned smile. As soon as they have faded Mistress whips me again. She says that I must always be marked." She explained that the angry bruises round her breasts were made with clothes pins. Again they were redone as soon as they fade but Anne told me that they lasted longer. "Thank goodness" she said. "Having those on my breasts are the most painful thing ever. I have to be gagged because I can't stop screaming all the time they are on me." We continued kissing which was getting more and more passionate. From kissing her I dropped to my knees and buried my face in her pussy, not coming out until she had had a tremendous orgasms with her fist stuffed in her mouth to keep herself quiet. Now it was her turn to taste herself as we kissed passionately before she in turn knelt down and did me. It was at that moment that Christine came into the kitchen. She glance at us and said she was pleased that I was using the Slut for the only thing she was good at. I just thanked God she hadn't come in earlier when Anne was cumming hard into my face. We had breakfast and shortly afterwards Anne and Christine left, though not before I had had a chance to give Anne a page out of my diary with my phone number hastily scribbled on it. I said "Phone me." She said she would and quickly stuffed the note into her coat pocket. I said I ought to go too but Laurie asked me to stay. She said that because of the others being there we hadn't had a chance to really get to know each other. Of course the best place to get to know each other is in bed. I went down on Laurie and she used her strap-on in me. Afterwards we lay together, Laurie holding and fondling my breasts while we talked. She asked me if I knew why Missy and the Slut wore chokers round their necks? I had guessed that it was a sign of their submission to their mistress. "Yes Sarah, that's right, they are subs, sex slaves for their mistress. Sarah, I want you to be my sub, are you willing to do that?" I told her I didn't know. I told her I wanted to be her girlfriend. "I don't want a girlfriend Sarah." I asked her what it would mean if I became her sub. "When you are with me you will always obey me. You can set limits but you can't refuse to do anything I ask within those limits." She told me that she would slowly train me to be a full submissive. Nervously I said "I'd like to know if I'll be whipped." "Yes" she said. "From time to time you will be whipped." "Please Laurie, not that. I can't handle that. And I just can't have whip marks on me when Mike comes home." "Sarah. I promise to go very slowly and not hurt you more than you can handle. And you won't go to your husband's bed with marks showing." "Oh why do you want to whip me? I'll do whatever you ask." "Whipping you Sarah will give me great pleasure. And you will learn that it gives you pleasure too. Pain and pleasure are closely linked. You know how hard you cum after Diana has whipped you? Well that's the pain and pleasure link. We will go really slowly but gradually you will associate pain with sex. Soon you will want me to whip you because you won't be able to have an orgasm without having pain as well. Diana knew this. Didn't she spank you when you are coming?" I had never really thought about it but yes, she did, Diana was training me to associate pain with pleasure. Laurie said she would always explain the reason for everything as we went along. I'll always understand why I have to do something or endure something. She talked more about what being her sub would involve. I would wear a choker when we went out together. In fact it would please her if I wear for work. She said that only people in the lifestyle will understand what it means but I realised straight away that Diana would know. Wearing it to work would be telling Diana that I really did belong to Laurie. Later on, if I decide I want to be totally hers she'll give me a leather collar but we'd talk about that later. As her sub I must always call her Mistress Laurie or just Mistress, and I must always use the proper name for all her friends. She said having me as her sub would make her really proud of me and she would want to show me off to her friends. "What do you mean Laurie?" Her hand tightened on my breast and squeezed until I was gasping. "What did you call me?" She said. I suddenly realised what I'd done. "Mistress, I'm sorry. What do you mean Mistress Laurie?" She stopped squeezing me and carried on the conversation as if nothing had happened. I had learnt my first lesson. "I will expect you to display yourself when I tell you to, show them your breasts or pussy or ass, whatever I want them to see." "Just show them?" "No, not just show them. My friends will always be free to play with your breasts and ass but they won't try to touch your pussy unless I give them permission. And from time to time I'll want you to have sex with them. You will have sex with whoever I tell you to." We discussed that at length, and eventually agreed that I'd have sex with anyone Mistress Laurie chose but I could use a safe word if I really didn't want to do it. However she did imply that if I used it to refuse sex to one of her friends I'd be ending our relationship. I asked if there would be men involved and she sort of avoided the question, just said not usually. I asked if any of these would want to hurt me. "Sometimes" she said, "but I'll make sure they know your limits and will respect your safe word." That led onto safe words and we agreed one there and then. She told me that as my Domme (the first time she'd called herself that) she would never eat my pussy but "Don't worry Sarah, you'll get plenty of sex." She would use her strap-on or masturbate me. Mostly she'd tell me to masturbate myself, either with one of her toys or my fingers. I didn't say anything but thought that I certainly wouldn't do that. I had never masturbated in front of another person and knew that I would never want to. She told me that as her sub I must never again wear panties when I'm with her or her friends. And she told me to make up my breasts. My areola are too pale, she wants them redder. She suggests I do it every day to get used to it. All this time she was fondling my breasts and she said she was going to really enjoy hurting those gorgeous titties. She said "Let's start now". She got up and came back with a little box. "There you are Sarah, your first present." It was nipple clamps, on a silver chain. She asked me if I'd ever used nipple clamps and I told her I had worn them for Diana but Diana had only ever put them on really loosely. She said OK then, we'd start gently. She went to work on my nipple with her mouth, sucking and nibbling it which felt fantastic and made the nipple swell, ready for the clamp. She positioned the clip over my nipple and when she released the jaws I felt a shock course through me. It seems to start at my breast then quickly engulf all of me down to my pussy which I felt contract. I was ready for the next one but even so it sent another jolt through me. I told her "Please Mistress, they are too hard, I can't stand it." She said that the pain would ease off in a moment but she did loosen them a bit. She said I had to keep them on for ten minutes and to do this every day. I would have agreed to anything if it meant pleasing her and getting those beastly things off my poor breasts. Indeed after a few moments the red hot pain dulled to a heavy ache but I was soon to discover that the pain came back fully as they were removed and the blood rushed back. Before she would take them off she moved to sit on the end of the bed and told me to do her again. I pushing my face as far as I could into her pussy. I licked and sucked as much as I could. There is nothing like having clamps on my breast to make me into a wild whore who will do anything in the hope of having them removed. She asked me if I'd like to cum before I went home and of course I said yes. She beckoned me back onto the bed, had me lay with my head in her lap while she fondled my breasts and told me to do myself. When she asked if I wanted to cum I'd immediately though of her strap-on or one of her toys. It didn't take long for my resolve not to masturbate in front of her disappeared. I was feeling so emotional and, I admitted to myself, so aroused by the pain in my breasts that I didn't for one moment consider saying no. As my fingers started their dance Laurie talked to me about how she was going to hurt me and share me with her friends. She was going to make me her pain loving slut whore. This last bit has me cumming hard. Afterwards I had to endure the pain of having the clips removed before she told me to get dressed. She gave me my knickers back though warned me not to put them on until at least I was out of her flat. She did tell me to wear them for work. Sometime Diana must have told her that I didn't wear panties to work. Now wearing them would send a clear signal to Diana that I'm off limits. Back at work the next morning I got a call from Anne, the Slut. Could we meet after work? Lady Christine had gone to see her parents and wouldn't be back until Wednesday. We met in a bar and talked. She told me a lot about her life as Christine's sub. I said it upset me that Christine calls her the Slut. The Boss's Pet Ch. 02 "No" she said, "It's right. I am a slut. I can't help it. I think about sex all the time. When she punishes me I don't beg her to stop, only beg her to let me cum. I am a total slut." I said I thought that being denied her orgasms would turn anyone into a slut. She told me not to be sad for her. Most nights she only had to wait for Christine to fall asleep and she was free to do herself. It sounded really sad to me. Anyway, she didn't need to masturbate that night. She spent the nights in my bed and it was a night of gloriously sexy "straight" lesbian sex. Anne worried me a bit when she told me that Laurie had told Christine that she was grooming me to pimp me around the Clubs. That's why Christine calls me "Whore." I didn't take it seriously but promised Anne I'd be careful. I met up with Laurie two or three times a week. If we were going out, to the Club or a restaurant, I had to dress really sluttishly and in the Club often had to offer my tits or ass to one of her friends to play with. Sometimes she made me go to the Ladies room with one of her friends. Once inside a stall she was free to do what she liked with me. It usually meant a lot of groping before I had to go down on her. I did all this because it meant so much so have Laurie pleased with me. If I came back from servicing a woman in the ladies and she told Laurie I had been good it meant so much. In practical terms it probably meant that later I'd get the strap-on instead of having to do it myself. One night in the Club she had me go with a horrid fat woman who frankly, smelt. For a moment I thought about refusing but of course I went. She kept me for ages, squeezing and hurting my breasts and sticking her horrible fat fingers in me everywhere. At least afterwards she told Laurie that I was good, then spoilt it by saying she'd want me again next time. The routine whenever I arrived at Laurie's flat was that I had to go straight into the bedroom and undress. I was then to walk through into the lounge and kneel on the floor, knees apart, eyes lowered until she told me what to do. If we watched TV then I sat on the floor by her feet. One night I'll never forget she kept me kneeling in the submissive position. She told me that she was really pleased with me and wanted to whip me hard. Did I consent? I had told her that Mike wouldn't make it home that weekend, so she had realised that she was free to mark me. I begged and pleaded but eventually I said yes. She tied my hands to a hook in the ceiling with my arms high above my head. She attached a spreader bar to my ankles so my legs were wide apart, this really frightened me. Spreading my legs made the rope holding my arms tighter and I had to struggle to keep my feet flat on the ground. Standing on tiptoe eased the pull on my arms but I couldn't keep that up for long. Laurie produced a gag with a ball that went into my mouth. I tried to refuse it but she said I couldn't scream because of her neighbours. I promised I wouldn't scream but she said I would. She fetched what she called a bull whip from the bedroom, which she showed me. It was huge and black, made of hard leather. It was in a different league to the small rubber whip she usually used. She started across my back, I was determined not to scream but when the end of the whip curled round and caught my breast I screamed and screamed into the gag. Laurie told me to pant and my pants intermingled with the screams. There was a breathing hole through the ball of the gag and as I panted this made a weird whistling noise, adding to my humiliation. The whip moved down to my ass then round onto my stomach. My exhausted screams became sobs and pleas for her to stop. When she moved up onto my breasts, although I was exhausted and broken I started screaming fully into the gag again. I was grateful for the gag, screaming somehow let it all out, I just couldn't have kept silent. Finally she positioned it between my legs. I was terrified and screamed "No No, Please No" into the gag. If I could have thought of the safe word I probably would have used it but I was beyond rational thought and terrified. She brought the whip up hard into my pussy. I screaming even more if that was possible and dancing about to try to get away from the pain. When I managed to still myself she positioned the whip a second time I was hysterical, dancing around again to try to get away from it. She delivered three blows directly onto my poor pussy then, while I was still hanging there from the ropes, totally defeated and exhausted, she fucked me with a huge vibrator until I came, still screaming. It was an incredible orgasm, Afterwards I didn't know if I'd been pleasured or tortured. She untied me then had to half carry me into the bedroom. As we passed her bedroom mirror I saw myself in it. My face was streaked with mascara that had run in great streams down my face. My breasts and stomach looked red and angry and my pussy was red and swollen. I felt utterly drained. She carried me in her arms to her bed and we lay down together. I was still half gasping and half screaming into the gag. She asked me if I could stop screaming so she could take it off. I calmed myself enough to nod and it was lovely to have that horrible thing out of my mouth. I slept for a while and when I woke up I was still in her arms and she was kissing me. She gently kissed all down my sore body. My breasts were really sore but I didn't want her to stop sucking them, ever. When she got down between my legs my sore pussy jolted each time she touched it but I was amazed to find that, although it really hurt when she licked me I was immediately incredibly aroused, Yes, she licked my pussy. She had said she'd never do that. It felt like heaven and I didn't want her to stop, ever. She worked slowly, teasing me with her tongue. She soon had me gasping and I kept saying "Please." I don't really know why but I guess it was to say I wanted her so much. When I eventually got home I slept for 12 solid hours, only just waking in time for work. As I got dressed I caught sight of the marks on my thighs, stomach and breasts. I stared at them in fascination. My hand slipped between my legs and I was amazed how wet my pussy had become, just from looking at the marks from Laurie's whip. I tried to control myself. I hadn't got time to masturbate, I'd be late for work. And anyway I didn't want to admit to myself how much the marks excited me. But my body had other ideas and I just couldn't take my hand away until I had made myself cum. Now I was really late but fortunately Diana was out at a meeting when I got in and I had the office to myself. I couldn't concentrate on my work. I kept thinking about last night and still couldn't believe how much that whip had excited me. I had slipped my hand under my skirt and was caressing myself again when Laurie rang me. She asked how I was feeling, "Good" "What are you doing now." "Thinking about you and wanking." She laughed. "No, really, what are you doing?" "Thinking about what you did to me and rubbing my pussy under my skirt." "Did you like what I did to you?" "Yesss." "Did you like the whip?" "No, I hated the whip." Pause. "But..." "But what Sarah?" "But I loved how it made me feel and I loved the sex afterwards." "Yes, Sarah. Sex and pain, they go together. You can't get away from it. It's good that your husband won't be home to see your marks but I think that soon you will want to involve him too. Once he knows there will be nothing to hide and nothing to hold you back." I said nothing. "Sarah, if I was there now would you let me whip you again?" "Oh please Laurie, don't ask me that. I'm still so sore." She repeated the question until, in a small voice I said "Yes." She said she had left something for me at the reception desk. Go and get it and then ring her back. I rushed down to reception and retrieved a long envelope. Inside was a black silk choker collar. I put it on and rang Laurie back. "Thank you, it's lovely." "Are you wearing it?" "Yes." "You know when Diana sees it she'll know you belong to me." Hesitant "Yes." "Will you leave it on,?" "Yes Mistress." We couldn't say any more because at that moment Diana and a couple of the other girls walked in. Diana was making for her office but stopped when she saw what I was wearing. She didn't say anything but stared at me with a sad look on her face before walking off. I now had to be more careful at work. I no longer had a "special relationship" with my boss. Lucy took that role for a while but one morning she wasn't there and Diana casually told us that she had left and moved to another job. After that Diana was on her own whenever I saw her at the Club. My affair with Laurie continued although that horrid bull whip was kept in the cupboard for a while. At the same time I was occasionally seeing Anne. Mostly we met for lunch but once or twice we'd both be able to get away for the afternoon then we went to my place. We'd start off by sharing my large bath then move onto my bed. I'd have to steal myself to not flinch at the latest marks on her body. Because her breasts were always bruised I'd try to be gentle with them but she told me it's OK, even if they are sore she wanted me to have them, to squeeze them, suck them and fondle them. On one occasion I noticed that her nipples seemed larger and swollen. She told me that Christine was turning her into a milk cow. She had a milking machine put on to them every evening for about an hour. Christine said that she'd soon start producing milk. Anne told me that Christine's idea was that she would be milked either by hand or with the milking machine. Christine told her that she would have to behave otherwise she wouldn't get milked and that would be sore and painful. Worse, she'd have to go to work with damp stops appearing on her blouse. I promised I'd always be there to milk her but she explained that she couldn't let me do that. If Christine expected her breasts to be full of milk then they had better be! I was content with my Mistress, my girlfriend and of course my lovely husband most weekends. I was uncomfortable around Diana. Now that Lucy had gone I could have had her to myself again and I couldn't stop thinking how much nicer a lover she was than Laurie could ever be. I felt sure she'd never lend me to her friends the way Laurie now did regularly. These were the thoughts that were going through my mind, sitting at my desk when Mike rang me. I went cold when he told me he won't be home the following weekend. Never for one moment did I consider not telling Laurie although my mind immediately filled with thoughts of her bull whip. I was trembling when I rang her. She could tell there was something wrong from my voice but I could hear obvious delight in hers when I gave her the news and she told me to come and see her that night. I was trembling by the time I rang her doorbell. I undressed without a word and allowed her to tie me up to the ceiling hook. She made me wait with my legs wide apart and my arms tied tight above my head. She stood holding the whip and listened while I pleaded with her not to whip me. I said I'd do anything. Anything. When she put down the whip my I gasped in relief but it was only so that she could attach the gag. Before gagging me she kissed me long and hard, gently fondling my breasts. Then she gagged me and went to work with her bull whip. It was worse than the last time. I can't remember how I got home afterwards. I think she must have taken me home and put me to bed. I woke up late and couldn't stop crying, not just from the pain though that was really bad, I was just so emotionally drained. I didn't make it into work that morning but managed to pull myself together enough to go in after lunch. I felt awful and obviously looked awful. Diana saw me come in and came straight over. She took my arm and led me into her office. "Show me." I stood there mute and did nothing while she unbuttoned my blouse. All round my chest was red but when she reached behind and took my bra off she gasped. I had seen my breasts in the mirror and knew how awful they looked. They were a solid mass of red and purple rawness. "Oh my darling Sarah, why do you let her do it?" I said I didn't know, I hadn't known how to stop her and didn't know if I wanted to. "And why do you let her whore you? You are worth more than a £50 fuck in the toilet." "What are you talking about Diana? Mistress Laurie doesn't whore me." Diana sighed. "You mean you don't know? What about all those women you go to the Ladies room with? Everyone in the Club knows they can have you for £50." "No, it's not true. Laurie wouldn't do that." But of course I realised it was true. Anne had warned me, I suppose I had begun to wonder that Laurie had so many friends she wanted to lend me to but I had chosen to ignore it, I so much wanted to please her. Anyway, Diana sent me back home, told me to go to bed and she'd come round after work. Sometime during the afternoon Laurie rang. She'd been told I wasn't at work and was worried about me. I got really mad at her on the phone, "How could you? You have used me as your whore. Wasn't it enough that I was your slut? You didn't have to whore me as well." I raved at her for several minutes over the phone. She didn't really know what to say. She didn't try to deny any of it but tried to justify it saying the money was for us. She reminded me that she mostly paid when we went out but what really upset me was when she told me she had spent over £100 of that money on the bull whip that has so ravished my body. I told her I was never going to see her again, I couldn't say anymore, I was crying too much. Later Diana came round and needless to say she stayed all night. Next day I was still mad at Laurie and went round to her flat when I knew she'd be at work to return her keys and collect my things. I had kept some of my sluttish clothes there so Mike didn't find them. Once I had collected up my clothes I opened her toy cupboard. There was that leather whip. Just picking it up sent shudders through me but I couldn't resist running it through my hands and caressing it. I absolutely couldn't stop myself, I lay down on Laurie's bed and masturbating with it. I hated it so much, and loved it even more. I decided that since it was bought with my money I was going to keep it. The truth was that I couldn't leave without it. I didn't know what I was going to do with it but I needed to have it so much. So far I haven't told Diana about it but I've come close and maybe I'll bring it to her sometime. Meanwhile, when I'm alone at night I only have to pick it up and hold it and the memories of what it did to me come flooding back. I almost never use my favourite vibrator any more. It's that whip that I use on my pussy. Already it's stained with my juices. Masturbating with it, allowing it to fuck me is giving in to it again. It raped me that night in Laurie's hand and now it fucks me night after night in my own bed. I sometimes wear a choker and when I do it's for Diana. We have talked about her collaring me. I haven't yet said yes but I know it's going to happen soon. It seems that the choker is more generally recognised than I expected. I get lots of knowing looks and smiles from both women and men when I wear it. I expected to feel ashamed and humiliated but in fact I'm pleased and proud when someone obviously recognises what it means. It says that I have got a Mistress who loves me and cares for me. At work Diana surprised me by telling me I was getting a new desk. My old desk was a bit battered but I was happy with it. When the new one arrived I realised why. My old desk had a solid front but the new one is open. It is positioned so that Diana can see under it from her office. She told me how much she enjoys the view and that whenever she is in her office with the blind open I am to sit with my knees apart. Of course I don't wear panties to work again and it's only from Diana's office that anyone can see under my desk. Once or twice when the other girls aren't there she has rung me and told me to masturbate myself. And sometimes when I think she might be watching I do it anyway. I sometimes meet Anne, mostly just for lunch, though we do have sex when Christine is away. Diana know about Anne but doesn't see her as a threat. Secretly I think Diana feels sorry for Anne, Being Lady Christine's sub is far from easy, but at least she isn't pimped around. There is one other development. Recently in bed with my husband, as we lay cuddling after we had satisfied each other every way we know how, he asked me about Diana. Mike has always known that until I met him I was a lesbian. I'd never been with a man, so he's aware that I do have feelings for women. "Your boss, Diana, is she a dyke?" he asked tentatively "Yes, she's a dyke." "When I'm away, does she fuck you?" OMG. There is nothing like coming straight to the point. I hesitated a moment but I didn't want to lie to this man, I love him too much and he deserves to know about me. "Yes Mike, when you're away sometimes she fucks me. Do you mind?" For answer he gently put my hand onto his cock. Although he had cum at least twice already he was rock hard, bigger than ever. In the end I told him everything about Diana. He had first began to suspect that evening when he was going out to football and Diana had come round to our flat, allegedly to ask me about work. He guessed there was something going on by the surprised and embarrassed look on my face and by bulge in Diana's trousers. He suspected she was wearing a strap-on. No, he doesn't mind. Now I tell him everything we do and telling him excites him and we have wonderful sex. He knew nothing about Dommes and subs but now understands that I'm Diana's sub. He is keen for me to be collared by Diana and wants to know whenever she spanks me. I was amazed when he told me that he's always wanted to spank me himself but didn't know how to ask. So now, at the weekends, he my husband, my lover and also my Master. During the week I'm still "The Boss's Pet."