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Mixing Pleasure with Business

By: Explorer222



Chapter 1

I could have been wrong about Laura Stevens, but I didn't think so. In the first two months I worked with her there were many hints she was sexually frustrated and in the right situation would submit to a strong man. She dressed just a shade on the provocative side and made little comments like "That guy seems like someone you don't say 'no' to."

My name is Jack Norwood, and I was a confirmed bachelor in my early forties. Well, not "confirmed" in the sense that I wanted to live by myself forever, but until I was sure I had found the right woman I was not about to upset a good thing.

Nature gave me a six foot three frame that I work to keep in shape. My dark hair and eyes go along with a somewhat stern countenance that seems to appeal to a certain type of woman, the type that likes to be bossed around in the bedroom. I am good at dominating them physically and emotionally, and usually they come back for more. A supposedly happily married friend of mine used to complain that I got more ass than a toilet seat.

My business is selling high tech products to the military-industrial complex. I am what is known as a "manufacturer's rep", a salesman who represents manufactures who are too small to have their own sales force. During the course of my fifteen years in Washington DC calling on the Pentagon I have developed strong personal relationships with senior officers and staff analysts. Because of this, even large defense contractors seek out my services.

There is a saying among manufacturer's reps that principals come and go, but the customers remain the same. My success rests on keeping my customers happy. This means giving them what they want, both in terms of reliable products and in terms of satisfying their personal desires. Monetary kickbacks and bribes are common at the lower levels, but in the stratosphere where I work, they are much too risky for both me and my customers. Instead I must provide attractive "intangibles" to keep my customers coming back.

Of course offering state-of-the-art, reliable products is important too. I am very selective about the principals that I take on. Manufacturers must sell me before I can sell the military. And this is where Laura came into the picture.

Laura was a very attractive petite brunette in her late twenties. She entered my life as the product manager for a new communications system developed by a small company in California. Laura was a rare creature: a beautiful woman who also had an advanced engineering degree and a first class analytical mind. Her husband, David, was one of the founders of the California company and brought her with him on his first visit to see me in Washington. 

I remember it was early on a Friday afternoon, and we had settled into comfortable chairs in my plush office overlooking the Potomac. There's nothing like a luxurious, over-the-top office to impress clients. A pretty secretary helps too, and I also had one of those.

David was your typical genius nerd, a technical whiz who had absolutely no sales personality. He reminded me of my doctor, who was very competent, but totally lacking in what they call 'bedside manner'. As I looked at Laura's pretty face and terrific figure I wondered why she was with a guy like that. Maybe there was more to his 'bedside manner' than was evident in his conversation.

Without even commenting on the view from my windows, he launched right in. "Mr. Norwood, from what we have heard, you are the perfect person to help us introduce our product to the military," he said. "Laura is here to give you a brief technical presentation and answer your questions. We are hopeful that you will be interested enough to come visit us in California."

I was surprised that Laura would be the one describing the technical aspects of the product. There are very few women on the engineering side of this business, and virtually none as attractive as Laura. In fact just looking at her would have been enough for me to give them an afternoon of my time.

She was probably no more than five foot four, and even in her ultra high heels the top of her head was barely on a level with my chin. The tailored business suit she was wearing highlighted the presence of pert, saucy breasts, and a tight, dome-shaped ass. Her dark hair was piled casually on the top of her head, with little strands hanging down around her eyes and ears. A pair of rimless, fashionable glasses set off her light green eyes. The effect was to remind you of when you first saw the cute Sarah Palin, only this time you knew the woman was ten years younger and ten times as intelligent.

Laura set up her projector and began her PowerPoint presentation, showing the slides on the wall that was shielded from the sun. I was very impressed with their product. It allowed small groups of soldiers to communicate with a command center, in both voice and text, using a device about the size of a digital camera. A display on the device depicted a GPS map of the soldier's position relative to both enemy and friendly forces. Vectors showed the squad leader where he was supposed to go next.

The unit for the command center connected to a display the size of a portable movie screen. Its map showed the positions of all the units on the ground, as well as airborne assets like helicopters, drones, and gunships. The commander could see the big picture and direct his units one by one.

I imagined how this kind of system could have been used during the Normandy invasion. Units that were pinned down on the beaches could have been relieved by directing other units to attack the enemy from the sides. I knew some generals who were specialists in amphibious assaults and who would go for this product in a big way.

In order to test Laura's knowledge of the technical details, I asked her a series of questions about how the system worked, what frequencies and bandwidths were required, the effects of weather, what kind of underwater testing had been done, battery life, etc. She had all the answers.

When I seemed satisfied, her husband spoke up. "Laura participated in the development of this system and is well versed in all its aspects. If you take us on as a client she will be available to come to Washington anytime to make presentations and answer questions."

That sounded really good to me. "I am interested," I said. "If it works for you I could come to California next week to see your operation and meet the other principals." 

"Excellent", he said, and Laura gave me a big smile.

Chapter 2

It took about a month and several trips to California for me to get all the information I needed and sign a contract. I spent many evenings with Laura and her husband, both of whom kept stressing how important my services would be to them. They stated repeatedly that Laura would be available to help me in my sales efforts.

On the day we executed the contract they took me out to dinner. Laura was dressed to kill, as they say, in a scoped necked number that showed a good four inches of steep cleavage. Her husband pointedly ignored my staring at his wife's boobs, but every time I dragged my eyes back to her face I found her smiling at me, her eyes sparkling. At the end of the evening she made a point of telling me that they both realized keeping me motivated should be an important part of their marketing program. I left them wondering whether the guy was offering me his wife in return for a big order.

Their system was not cheap. To outfit a battalion with this equipment would cost the Pentagon fifty million dollars. My sales commission would be twelve percent, and my mouth was watering with thoughts of the money, and of Laura.

Over the next month I arranged for Laura to make a number of presentations at the Pentagon. She was very professional and sexy at the same time. I kept waiting for a signal that she was ready to increase my motivation, but none came. Not that she wasn't friendly. We enjoyed each other's company, and there were times when I caught her looking at me in a strange way. I sensed she was struggling internally with some problem.

The presentations always went well. The combination of the attractiveness of the system and her sex appeal had her all male audiences on the edges of their chairs, and invariably they asked for follow up meetings. However, things were moving much too slowly for Laura and David. 

We were enjoying a drink in my office late in the day after another inconclusive session when Laura opened the door to explore a different tact. I remember we were sitting facing each other on my couch, sipping on some very good whisky. Laura had let her skirt ride up over her knees.

"We don't have enough cash in our company to wait months for these bureaucrats to make up their minds," she said in an exasperated tone. "How can we speed things up?"

"The problem is that there is no senior officer demanding action," I explained. "We have been pitching the system to analysts who are making recommendations that are favorable, but their reports go into a pile to be considered for inclusion in the next budget."

"Isn't there some money in the current budget that we can get?"

"Yes, but it is controlled by a group of generals who use it only in very special circumstances."

"Do you know these guys?"

"Of course. The chairman of the group is a long time friend."

"Well......"

"Everyone is after this guy. My competitors fly him to exotic places for so-called meetings, and throw beautiful young women at him."

"Ah so... And does he like the women?"

"Very much. But he has become jaded. And since everyone provides them, including me on occasion, it does not result in a competitive advantage."

She was quiet for a long moment, twirling the whisky in her glass and staring at the revolving liquid like it contained some magic answer to her unspoken question. At last she looked up and reached out to take my hand.

"Maybe if he had a different kind of woman willing to do different kinds of things. If you know him so well, tell me what would really turn him on."

My mouth dropped open and I almost fell out of my chair. Up to that point Laura had never said anything as overtly sexual. Sure, she had been flirtatious as hell, but had always pulled back when I tried to take things a step further. Now it seemed like she had come to some kind of decision. Her thumb traced a circle on top of my hand, and together with the way she was looking at me, sent a message that she was ready to take our relationship to a new level. Their little company must have had very serious cash flow problems. Either that, or she wanted me as a lover, or both.

We both put down our drinks. I took her other hand and pulled her toward me. She held my eyes and waited. I could have kissed her then, but I decided to answer her question and see where it led.

"As a matter of fact, he does have a particular fantasy," I said softly. "Like many military men he is attracted to accounts of historic conquests, when great armies took over cities and the general had absolute power over the people. The general could have any of the women he wanted, and sometimes he would torment and humiliate them as part of his strategy to terrorize and control the populace. Of course my friend knows he could never do that in today's world, but he wishes he could."

Laura took a deep breath as the implication of what I was saying sunk in. Her eyes were wide open and sparkling. I sensed that I had touched a nerve, and I leaned closer, my eyes locked on hers.

"The general would love to play that kind of scene with a woman like yourself, a woman who is intelligent and accomplished, prominent in the community—just the type the barbarian general would have chosen to demonstrate his power.""

"Ahh....I see......"

I had to find out if I was right about her inclination toward sexual submission. My question was direct. "Do you think you could help the general with his fantasy? It might make a big difference."

Her breath quickened but her eyes never left mine. I could tell that she was excited by my suggestion.

"I was anticipating that I might have to sleep with someone to get this order," she said. "But I did not expect to have to play that kind of role."

"Does it repulse you?"

She took a deep breath. "Frankly, no. I have fantasies about being dominated sexually. My god, I can't believe I just said that!"

Now the cat was out of the box. I scooted closer to her on the couch and put my arm around her shoulders.

"It's about time we had a conversation about sex," I said gently. "You have been teasing me ever since we met. I'm getting tired of it."

"I know. I'm sorry. It's just that I like the attention. I get so little of it at home."

Her eyes teared up as she confessed her frustration. I put both arms around her and pulled her toward me, one hand in her hair to turn her head and press it against my chest. She was sobbing openly.

"Oh, Jack... I'm so confused. Never in a million years would I have thought I would respond the way I just did to such a suggestion. I am supposed to achieve with my mind, not my body. Ohhh...".

I held her and let her cry, sensing that the two sides of her were still in conflict—one wanting to be professional and proper, the other fueled by suppressed hormones. I suspected that she had been toying with her sexual fantasies for a long time, flirting and attracting men but always under tight control. Apparently her husband was not doing anything to relieve the pressure she had been putting on herself.

The fact that she was revealing herself to me was both flattering and exciting. And her admission of having submission fantasies made my blood boil. This was a woman I could relate to. Before we did anything with the General, I was going to push all her buttons.

Finally she grew quiet, although her body was still trembling. She seemed so small and delicate, and I found myself wanting to comfort and protect her almost as much as I wanted to ravish her. Keeping my arm tight around her, I kissed her hair.

"It's all right, Laura. You are going to tell me all about your life and your feelings. I am older and more experienced, and I will understand. You are a good person; that's the important thing. We all have to find our way through the sexual maize of our natures. Now... no more tears."

"I'm so embarrassed," she sobbed. "You are my business associate. I hardly know you and here I am babbling about my sex life."

"Laura, I want you to listen to me," I said earnestly. "I like you and want to help you, both professionally and personally. You can trust me. Anything we say or do will be just between us. Are you willing to let me be your friend?"

She smiled her eyes still moist. "Just a friend?"

"That depends," I said. "Why don't we start by you telling me how a sexy, accomplished woman like yourself ended up married to a guy like David."

"Oh, it's a long story," she said. "But I do need a friend, and I like what I do know about you. You are forceful and kind at the same time. And you seem to be interested in me. I do feel I can trust you."

"Good. Now let me freshen your drink to make the process easier."

"Oh my. It's already going to my head. I really shouldn't drink any more without eating something."

I did not want to break the mood by going to a restaurant. "I'll call for a pizza," I said. "We're not leaving here until I hear your story, all of it."

She gave me a look that said she was glad to have me make the decisions. I did not even ask her what kind of toppings she preferred, but went right to the phone and speed dialed my favorite place. "Go into my bathroom and fix your face," I said as I waited for the call to go through. "Your crying has ruined that sexy eye make up."

Chapter 3

It was late in the day and getting dark. I turned off all the lights except for the one on my desk and a table lamp in the sitting area. The soft illumination turned my office into a romantic lounge. Through the windows the river gleamed in the fading sunlight like a ribbon of sliver.

When Laura emerged from the bathroom, her eyes were clear, but her face was still flushed. The combination of alcohol and anticipation was evident in her demeanor. She was slightly unsteady as she crossed the room in her high heels to where I was waiting on the couch.

"You are a beautiful woman," I said sincerely

"Thank you kind sir," she replied.

"I like your use of the word 'sir'," I said. "From now on, when we are in private, you are to address me that way. Now sit down."

Her eyes widened, but she said nothing as she sat beside me. It was a critical moment. I had made it clear that when our relationship got personal I was going to be the boss. Things were moving fast, and I wanted to give them a nudge in the right direction. She had given me indications that she wanted to be dominated, but whether she was ready was another question.

When she did not react negatively to my commands, I went a step further. "Look at me," I said. 

She turned her head and stared at me with hot eyes. Her breath came in short intakes. I leaned forward and kissed her lightly on the lips. "Now, start at the beginning," I said. "What made you become an engineer?"

"That was the sweetest kiss," she purred. "I want another.....please....sir.....

I laughed. "You are likely to get many more. But first, answer my question."

She picked up her drink. "My mother was a great beauty, but she was dissatisfied with her life. Men always gave her things, and she never had to use her intelligence or got to feel the sense of accomplishment that can only come from work. When I showed some aptitude for science and math, she insisted that I pursue it. She was a real 'women's libber'.

"I had lots of boyfriends, but they were secondary to my studies. The more I got into the wonders of electronics, the more I liked it. I put my social life on hold to get my degree. Right after I graduated I was hired by David to work in his new company."

"Were you attracted to him?"

"I was attracted to his mind. When you know the basics in a field and you meet someone whose knowledge and thought processes far exceed your own you can't help but be impressed. I was in awe of him. My mother and father thought he was going to be rich and famous, and when he proposed to me I accepted. There was little sexual attraction, but my mother had convinced me that sex only got in the way of what was really important in life."

"How long ago was it when you got married?"

"Four years."

"Are you happy?"

"What do you think? If I were happily married I wouldn't be sitting here asking for more kisses from a charming salesman."

I grinned and put my hand on her thigh. She was wearing a typical business woman power suit, with a pencil skirt, starched blouse, and jacket. In spite of the tightness of the skirt, I was able to push on her knee and open her legs a few inches. It was a symbolic gesture that brought a small gasp from her throat.

"So what are you going to do about this unhappy marriage?" I asked.

"I own 25% of the stock in David's company. Right now it's worth almost nothing. But if we get a big order from the government, it will be worth a lot, and then I can negotiate a good divorce settlement. David and I have discussed it. He knows the marriage was a mistake, and he wants to be rid of me."

That was a relief. I do not like breaking up marriages. "What will you do then?" I asked.

"I'll get another job, but I will be focused on meeting people. I know now that my mother's plan doesn't work for me; I need a man who will make me feel like a woman, not a technocrat. That is priority number one. Then I can pursue a working career."

"Children?"

"Later, yes, maybe."

There was a knock at the door and a voice calling for the person who had ordered the pizza. I got up and sent the delivery man on his way with a big tip. The pizza was hot and smelled delicious. I opened the box on the coffee table.


Mixing Pleasure with Business



"Help yourself," I said, as I worked a slice loose. "There are napkins in that drawer. But you look over-dressed for eating pizza; take off that jacket."

She shrugged off the tailored jacket and laid it over the arm of the couch. Her loose blouse concealed the contours of her breasts, but I knew from other occasions how erotically they jutted out from her body. I couldn't wait to get my hands on them.

For the next few minutes we ate in silence, glad to have the doughy substance settling on the alcohol in our stomachs. We were both thinking about where our conversation and actions were going next. For my part, I was determined to push things as far as I could. The momentum was there, and it might not come again.

"This is really good," Laura said after finishing her second piece. "You knew just what to order."

"Yes," I said. "But you've had enough for now. I want to hear more about your life with David, particularly your sex life."

She did not seem reluctant to return to that subject. "In the beginning he was an ardent lover, very vanilla, but enthusiastic. That lasted about six months. Then he appeared to have had enough, and turned his energies into his work. I still admired him and was caught up in the spirit of making the company a success. That became the focus of both of our lives."

"You've had no other lovers?"

"Not since I was married, and only a couple before that."

"You mentioned that David was very 'vanilla'. What did you mean by that?"

Laura's face got red. "I....," she stammered. "I just meant that he wasn't imaginative."

I was not going to let her get away with that. "What kind of things did you imagine?"

"I saw pictures..." Suddenly she stiffened and sat back. "I'm not comfortable talking about this," she exclaimed.

My response was to start removing my tie. It was an old, out of fashion tie, and I didn't mind ruining it. "I don't care about your comfort level at this point," I said forcefully. "You are refusing to answer my questions, and have already forgotten that you are to call me "sir". Now STAND UP!"

She hesitated, but the firmness of my voice and the hard look in my eyes booked no resistance. I was ready to use my size and strength to force her to comply, and she knew it. Slowly she got her feet under her and rose to stand in front of me.

"Turn around, and put your hands behind your back."

"Please..."

I looped the silk tie around one wrist and knotted it.

"Please what?" I asked as I began binding her other wrist to the first one.

"Please don't hurt me..."

A few more turns and her wrists were tightly secured. I stood and faced her. "You are going to submit to me, now and whenever I want in the future. You will play your role for my friend the General, and for anyone else that I want."

"NO.... that's not me.... let me go..."

I put my fingers under her chin and lifted her head, forcing her to look at m. "It is you, and you know it. You just need to be carried across this mental threshold, and I am the man to do it."

"I don't know... I'm frightened..."

"There's nothing to be scared of. You are merely going to be 'you' for a change."

"What are you going to do to me?"

"I am going to make you give me control of your body and your mind, and your submission will release passions in you that you never knew existed."

"It will be hard for me to give up control."

"That's why I'm going to start with an old fashioned spanking."

"A SPANKING? You can't be serious!"

Grabbing her upper arm I marched her across the room to a straight-backed, armless chair that was perfect for over-the-knees discipline. I had actually thought about that use when I bought the chair, but up until this point I had not had the opportunity of trying it out. 

She struggled and twisted as I positioned her, but with her arms immobilized it was futile. Her small frame was soon draped over my knees, with her cute little ass mounding up under my right hand. Using my left hand I kept pressure on the back of her neck so that her forehead was pressed against the floor. Her lower body was at my disposal.

"YOU CAN'T DO THIS!" she hollered. "I am not some little girl to be spanked! You are supposed to be working for me as my sales agent."

"HA," I said, enjoying the feeling of her firm curves through the fabric of her skirt. "I am working for your benefit. I am going to make you understand things about yourself and life that are going to astound you. A sound spanking is step one. But I can hardly do it properly through all this fabric. Your skirt must come up."

With some difficulty I worked the tight garment up over her hips. Her protesting and writhing around on my lap actually made it easier, and it wasn't long before I had her panty covered ass under my gaze. I was delighted to find that she was not wearing those awful panty hose, but instead had on stockings that gripped her thighs a few inches below the tops of her legs. Miraculously her high heeled shoes were still on her feet, in spite of all the kicking and squirming.

It was a highly erotic sight. The creamy white of her upper thighs contrasted with the black of her bikini panties in a way that stiffened my already hard erection. Her panties were cut in such a way that the soft flesh of her lower buttocks was exposed to my touch. I ran a finger along the crease at the top of her thighs and felt her shudder. It was the first outward sign that she was being turned on.

"Now we can begin," I announced. "These panties can be moved aside like so.... and presto..... the luscious target is revealed."

The way I had stretched her panties bunched the fabric in the crack of her ass and bared one cheek—a near perfect hemisphere of rounded flesh. I began by cupping it, molding and squeezing and sampling the unique texture of fat and muscle that makes up this part of a woman. She was firm and small, just filling my hand. It was the kind of ass that drives me crazy.

Laura remained quiet and still as I examined her. But when my finger slipped down into the lower part of her moist crack I felt a slight wiggle of her hips. The vixen was trying to distract me and lead me toward sex and away from the spanking. It didn't work.

SLAP SLAP SLAP

Three sharp swats with the tips of my fingers bounced the flesh on my lap and brought a howl from my helpless victim.

"OOOHHH.... That Stings!!..."

"Good. Then another three on top will sting more." 

As I applied the trio of hard blows Laura started squirming frantically to get away. I had to abandon my hold on her neck and grab her bound wrists to keep her in position on my lap. All that wriggling around on top of my erection was inflaming my lust, and of its own accord my hand went up between her thighs to test her readiness. The crotch of her panties was soaked.

"Well, what have we here?" I chided. "Could it be that a little spanking has you turned on?"

"Ohhh my god..... I never......"

"Tsk, tsk. Let's do the other side and see what results."

More bunching of her panties into the valley between the hills brought her other cheek into play. I gave it five or six quick spanks, and then began raining blows alternately on each mound.

SPLAT... SPLAT..... SPLAT.....

"Ohhhh..... no more..... please stop..... what do you want?"

My hand returned to the juncture between her thighs, and this time slipped under the edge of her panties and onto her dripping pussy. "I want you to give yourself to me, totally and completely."

"OH GOD.... your fingers....."

"Open your legs!"

She had been endeavoring to keep her feet together to preserve some modesty in spite of her humiliating position over my knees, but on my command her thighs scissored open like they had a mind of their own. My hand was awash in her fluids as she humped my fingers.

"You are one hot bitch," I said. "I am really going to enjoy pleasuring you. But it's too soon for you to cum yet. I haven't even begun on your tits. Now stand up."

I rolled her off of my lap and onto the floor. She landed with her skirt still up to her waist and her lovely stocking-clad legs askew like a couple of umbrellas poking out of a canister.

"What are you going to do to me now?" she whined as she worked to get her feet under her.

"Whatever I want. Now come closer. I'm glad you kept your high heels on. You look good enough to eat. Closer... I have to get rid of that skirt before it gets all mussed up."

In my seated position I opened my legs so that she could shuffle forward and stand between them. Her breasts were at the same level as my face, and I was tempted to take a bite through her blouse. I loved the meek way she presented her body to me, thrusting it forward with her hands tightly bound behind her. There was no doubt she was getting off on being dominated.

I ran my hands up the outside of her legs from her ankles to her hips, then back to cup her ass and torment it with my fingernails. She moaned and twisted, but did not try to get away. Her skirt was held at her waist by a couple of snaps and a short zipper, all of which opened easily when I finally found them. It was then just a matter of pealing the sleeve of her skirt down over her ass and legs.

"Step out of it," I ordered, my hand in the waist band of her panties.

"OHhhh.....", she sighed and kicked the fallen skirt out of the way.

"Ummm.... nice.....," I said admiringly. "Should I take off your panties too?"

"OHHHH... NOoo.. Yesss...... I mean, whatever you want sir....."

"Good answer. But first the blouse. Lots of little buttons. There goes one... there's two... a couple more....."

I waited until all the buttons were loose before throwing open the folds and revealing her upper body. Her tits were bigger than I had imagined, and super firm. The loose-fitting bra seemed to serve no purpose other than to cover the hard points of her nipples. The center clasp made it easy to pull it out of the way and down her arms with her blouse.

"Jesus Christ," I exclaimed as I sat back and took in the scene. "You have a husband who doesn't take advantage of that? I have never seen such perky, big nippled tits in my life."

"You like?" she smiled. 

My answer was to pull her toward me and clamp my mouth on her left boob. The already engorged nipple seemed to grow in my mouth. I tongued it, sucked it, and nibbled around the edges, a process which elicited loud, erotic moans. 

"Oh Jack.... that's so goooodd.... ahhhhhhhh.... ummmmm...

I raised my head and looked up into her half-closed eyes. Her hips were moving in and out as if they were trying to draw my cock out of my pants. With the tips of my fingers I slowly explored the surfaces of her saucy tits, feeling and probing to find the spots that made her breath quicken. When I closed my fingers and thumbs around both nipples and pulled she bit her lip and threw her head back like a woman possessed.

"Ahhhhhh....," she purred. "You are going to make me cum without even taking off my pants."

"Not so fast," I sneered. "You have not yet been thoroughly introduced to the pains and pleasures of true submission."

Getting to my feet I held onto one nipple and trailed her with me as I crossed the room to my desk. In the top drawer was a flexible plastic ruler, sixteen inches long, and the perfect tool for the precise spanking of sensitive areas. I retrieved the ruler and held it under her chin.

"NOO.... DON'T WHIP ME WITH THAT!"

"Me thinks the lady dost protest too much," I laughed. "But no matter. I will do as I wish anyway. Now lean your head back and push your chest out."

I reinforced my command by grabbing her hair in my left hand and yanking back and down. She twisted and squirmed, making her breasts swing in an attempt to turn them into moving targets. But I surprised her by turning the ruler sideways and sliding it down over her stomach and under her panties. The narrow edge of the plastic nestled into the well lubed slit of her pussy.

"AAGRRRRR...." she groaned and froze in place. I rewarded her compliance by slowly sawing the smooth slat back and forth, knowing it was agitating her clit on every stroke.

"Time for the panties to come down," I whispered in her ear.

"Yes....... I mean NO..... Oh shit, I don't know what I mean."

"No swearing. I like my sex toys to be prime and proper. Now hold still." 

I pushed the ruler further down into the crotch of her panties and at the same time lifted the waist band over her ass. The lacy fabric flowed over her hips and dropped halfway down her thighs. I went down on my knees to drag them the rest of the way, and lifted her feet out one at a time. From there the wet undergarment went into my pocket. Before I could rise the vixen turned and placed her pussy right in front of my face. The aroma of sex nearly overwhelmed me.

I put my mouth close and blew warm air at her. "What do you want?" I asked innocently.

Her tone was almost frantic. "I want you to lick me! I want it real bad!"

I shook my head. "When are you going to learn," I said. "The right answer is always for me to do what I want. Now this naughty solicitor must be punished." 

The flat side of the ruler slapped against her pussy just hard enough to get her attention. "Spread your legs and stay where you are, and I'll go easy," I promised.

"OOOHhhhhhh...."

Her legs opened and I tapped her pussy a good ten times, each blow a little stronger than the last. She began to wail and dance on her feet, but kept her position so that I had complete access to spank her where and when I wanted.

"That's good," I said finally, putting the tormenting stick on the floor. "You are learning to trust me. I will never hurt you more than is good for you. Now I will kiss away those little hurts." 

I extended my tongue and licked long, slow swaths up her pussy, from as far as I could reach down between her thighs to almost her belly button. After four or five of these, I curled my tongue and began to probe her, first at her opening, and then in the area of her clit. From the noises she was making I knew she would cum if I continued.

Rising to my feet, I pulled her head back by her hair and looked down into her smoldering hot eyes. "The next time I see you I don't want to find anything down there but flesh. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir," she breathed. "I always wanted to prepare myself that way, but was afraid my husband would think I was a slut."

"You will have no more such worries. I will tell you what to do, and I will never think of you as a slut. Now, are you ready to have your tits whipped?"

"OH GOD.... I don't know how to answer that. I'm afraid, but I know I don't have any choice, and on one level I crave it. I'm glad I don't have to decide."

"So what is the correct answer?"

"Whatever you want, sir. I trust you not to hurt me.... too much."

"Right," I said, picking up the ruler. "Now lean your head back and keep it out of the way."

I stood to the side where I could apply the flat edge directly on either or both tits, or if I chose, I could bring the ruler up from below and punish the tender undersides. The plastic was flexible enough that I could pull the end back and let it snap against its target. My first application was a series of light taps angled slightly upward to jiggle her boobs into motion.

"Shiiiiitttt...." She hissed her anticipation through clenched teeth. My flicks of the ruler had been too light to cause any pain, but she knew how vulnerable she was. By waiting and emphasizing her helplessness I was keeping her on an erotic edge. It would take only a little real pain to force her complete surrender. My cock was straining to be encased in what I knew would be a tight, hot pussy.

"Now a little sting on this pert nipple... SNAP. And then the other one....SNAP.

"OHHHH...."

"And a few to make them dance... SWAT SWAT SWAT

"AHHHHH....... Oh god...... I'm so tender......."

I left her reddening tits for a moment and back handed the ruler across her ass. It was a hard blow in an unexpected place, and had the desire effect.

"AAWWWWW... please Jack.... I'll do whatever you want....."

"Of course you will. But I have to make sure."

For her final torment I seized her right breast with the fingers of my left hand, squeezing it until the flesh around the areola and nipple protruded in a tightened knot, set off and sensitized, defenseless against the bite of the ruler.

tap tap TAP tap tap TAP

A stucco of light hits stung her and set her nerves on fire. Whimpering like an abandoned puppy she danced around on those ridiculous heels. I inserted a leg between hers to help control her and was surprised when she began humping my knee. The combination of sex and pain had taken her into a new place.

"FUCK ME, JACK..... PLEASE FUCK ME NOW!"

I was so excited by her that my body was shaking. Throwing the ruler against the wall I hastily unbuckled my belt and dropped my pants and shorts. "YES," she cried. "THAT'S what I WANT. Put it in me, NOW!"

"Put your legs around my waist," I panted as I lifted her with my hands under her ass. The straight backed chair was only a few feet away, and I shuffled toward it with her clinging to me and grinding her pussy on the underside of my cock. I dropped onto the chair. "You want it so bad; you do the work," I said.

With her feet planted on the floor she wiggled and jiggled, but try as she might, with her hands tied behind her she could not maneuver the head of my cock into position. I let her struggle with this for a minute, enjoying the sensations and the expressions on her face, and then I used my hand to help her.

"AHHHHHHH.... .oooooOOOOO." Our joint moans filled the room with the sounds of exquisite passion. She was indeed tight, but so lubed that I easily went in all the way. She twisted and bucked and writhed like she had never felt anything like this before. I took a tit in each hand and guided her as she rode me like she was trotting on a horse.

I was determined to hold out to make it good for her. If I could give her a mind shattering orgasm it would probably addict her to this kind of sex, the kind that I really got off on. To have a woman of her caliber under my sexual control would be a dream come true. I met each bounce with an upward thrust of my hips, and used my voice to insert sex into her head as well into her pussy.

"Take it Laura.... draw it deep into you.... squeeze it.... it owns you now... whenever it gets hard it will be seeking your pussy.... sliding in and out of you.... in..... and out.... and in...

"MY GOD JACK......." Her eyes rolled back in her head, and her body began to vibrate.

"You are mine... you will do as I tell you... now you are to let go.... NOW!

"YES YES"

I twisted her tits and bucked into her in short, powerful strokes. "All the way Laura.... all the way..."

"I'M CUMMMMINNNNGGGG.....", she cried "OHHHH... FUCK... OH FUCK... AHHHHHHHH....."

Her spasms undid me and I let go with her. I wrapped my arms around her delicate body and held her tight, thrusting as hard as I could to fill her. She shuddered and sought my mouth with hers, tonguing me as she drew every ounce of pleasure from my cock. It seemed to go on and on, but finally her muscles relaxed and she laid her head on my chest.

"So good," she purred. "So very, very good. I've never had it like that. Do you think you could do me again in a little while?"

What a question? No woman had ever met me on that sexual plane before, and I wanted to do her six ways from Sunday. Now that the damn had burst, there was no telling what might be possible with this incredible woman. Brains, beauty, and lust were an unbeatable combination. When I got my breath back I told her how I felt.

"Laura, that was amazing. You are fantastic. I'm so glad I took a chance and pushed you in this direction. We are going to be so good together."




Mixing Pleasure with Business



She looked up at me and grinned. "Keep pushing me. The things you just did to me and the way you did them got me more excited than I thought was possible. And I loved seeing how turned on you were. My god you were hard. This is new territory for me, but I am ready to explore all of it. I'm yours to command.

Chapter 4

Afterwards I untied her hands and let her get partially dressed. The blouse and bra had to stay off; I enjoyed looking at her pert tits too much. But I let her put on her skirt, sans panties. The high heels had never come off, and I saw no reason to let them. She said she was thirsty, so I got us both some water. After all we had to replace all those depleted bodily fluids.

"Take a seat in that chair in front of my desk," I said. "I want to look at you while I sit back in my executive chair and contemplate our future."

"Yes sir," she said gaily. "I would like to know about that future."

God, she looked good sitting there, her hands folded primly in her lap, and her naked tits thrust out with their pointy tips angled up toward the ceiling. It was such a contrast to the normal view I had when sitting at my desk meeting with a principal or customer. I wanted to burn that image into my brain to be able to go back to it during dull meetings in the future.

She must have been reading my mind, because out of the blue she said, "Do you like my tits?"

"You know I do," I replied with a grin. "I think I'll have you sit there like that all day, every day."

"You don't think they're too small? I envy girls with the big balloons that men go for."

"More than a handful is wasted, as they say," I said. "Besides, those big balloons get very deflated looking later on. Yours are plenty big enough for me, and the centers are to die for."

"I'm glad. David was always commenting on women with bigger breasts." She gave me a big smile and shimmied her chest. 

"David's an ass. I want you to call him and tell him that you're not coming back to California until you have the order, and that in the meantime you'll be staying with me."

"You want me to move in with you?"

"I insist on it. We have to plan our moves on the General, and I have to toughen you up for what he is going to do to you."

She frowned. "Now you're scaring me again."

"Don't worry. I will be present at all times to make sure things don't get out of hand. You're going to like it."

"Okay, as long as you protect me. I have to admit that the spankings were a real turn on.... and that wicked ruler... I'm still tingling."

"Good. Now I'm going to dial David and put him on speaker phone. You tell him you're with me and we have a plan to get the order. Don't mention the General. Say you're going to be living with me until it happens, and let him know that we'll be sleeping in the same bed. I don't want any angry husband making trouble."

That made her eyebrows go up. "No problem. He thinks we're doing it already."

David's number was on speed dial, and he answered within seconds.

"Hello."

I motioned to Laura to start. "Hi. It's me. I'm in Jack's office, and we're planning a campaign to get the order."

"I thought that's what you've been doing for the past two months," he said testily.

She grinned at me. "This time's a little different. I'm moving in with Jack, and he's going to show me some moves that will make me and our product irresistible."

There was a pause. "Oh I see," he said. "Well, it's about time."

I held up my hand to tell Laura to be quiet. "Hello David. This is Jack. You have a very beautiful wife. She's been great with the presentations, but she has more to offer. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

"Yea, I understand. She should go ahead. Our relationship is pretty well over anyway."

"That's good," I said. "Because she's sitting here in front of me naked to the waist, and she has no panties on under her skirt."

A gasp emanated from the speaker. "Oh," he said in a small voice.

"Her breasts are lovely, and her nipples are hard. What do you think I should do with her?"

"Anything you want," he spouted. "Just get me that order." CLICK. The phone went dead.

Laura shrugged. "What did I tell you? He doesn't care. Even if he did I could never go back after the things you made me feel."

"Well, we got that out of the way. It was important for our relationship to be sure he gave us his blessing, so to speak."

"Ah, some blessing. Most men would have been devastated by the way you taunted him, but he's oblivious to everything except his precious business."

I could see she was peeved. No woman likes to be discounted like that.

"Come sit on my lap," I said. "Now that he has given you to me, I want to see what I've got."

She grinned and sashayed around my desk, swinging her hips just enough to make sure I took in her ass as well as her tits. I slid my chair back to make room.

"Are you going to spank me again?" she crooned as she slid onto my lap, one arm around my neck.

"That depends," I said. "Are you going to be good?" My question was punctuated by patting a rapidly hardening nipple with my index finger.

"Yes sir, I'll be good. Or if you want me to be bad, I'll be bad. But please go easy on my sore tits."

Her tits might have been sore, but I saw heat grow in her eyes as my fingers danced around the tip. I continued until the bud reached what I thought was its maximum extension, and then I clamped on it with my thumb and forefinger. A little tug and she cried out, burying her head against my shoulder.

"Jesus, Jack... You don't know what that does to me."

"I have a pretty good idea," I said. "You are one of those women whose tits and pussy are hot wired together. I'll bet your pussy is gushing right now."

She kissed my ear and dabbed it with her tongue. "Why don't you check and find out?" she whispered.

Without her panties there was no problem in slipping my hand under her skirt and right on to the wet moss that awaited me. In the process I had to let go of her nipple, but I managed quickly to capture her other tit with my left hand. God, I loved the sight and feel of those perky boobs. While my fingers played around in the slick folds of her pussy, I lowered my head so I could feed the soft nipple on the neglected breast into my mouth.

"Ohhhh.... goodddd..." She whimpered and squirmed under the combined actions of my hand and my mouth. I wasn't ready to fuck her again yet, but I was pleased that I had made her primed and ready. When she began to pant and her hips started to buck, I pulled my hand out and leaned back to look at her.

Her face was flushed. She gazed at me longingly, and finally when her breathing slowed she murmured, "You've got my number. I've been wanting you to do me again since two minutes after the last time. Now you've worked me up and left me hanging."

I laughed. "It's good for you. It's called delayed gratification. It heightens the effect later."

She pouted and twisted her ass on my lap. "Two can play at this game," she chided. "Are you really going to take me home with you tonight?"

"Definitely,"

"But my clothes are all at the hotel."

"You won't need clothes. You can get them tomorrow."

"Are you sure you don't already have a girl friend living with you? I can't imagine you sleeping alone."

Smiling, I tweaked her nose. "I think I would know it if a girl were living with me."

"But you had one, right?"

"Not for the past five years. It's been a series of one or two night stands."

"Is that what I'm going to be?"

The question had been asked in a light hearted way, but I felt she deserved a serious answer. I was immensely attracted to this woman and wanted there to be total honesty between us. She had been frank with me; it was my turn.

"We are off to a really good start," I said. "I think I know you pretty well from all the time we have spent together. We've had great conversations, and for the most part our feelings and attitudes dovetail pretty well. I respect you, delight in your sense of humor, and love looking at you. Until tonight I did not know whether your sexual passions and proclivities were a match for mine, but now I do. From my standpoint, I want a lot more than a one or two night stand."

"Wow. I wasn't really asking for all that, but I am thrilled. I could say all the same things about how I feel about you. And as for the sex.... well you have seen what you do to me. It's like you have led me to the ocean for the first time and held my hand while I dipped my toe in. I want to go in all the way, and I want you there to pick me up when a wave comes that I can't handle."

I was moved. "That's a beautiful analogy. It's a big ocean with lots to experience. There may be some waves that take me by surprise too, and you can help me regain my footing."

She laughed. "We should definitely go to the beach and act out this allegory."

"You on the beach in a bikini—that I would like."

Sitting up she wiggled her tits. "You are seeing more now than you would with me in a bikini."

"Yea, and it's making it hard for me think straight."

Her eyes narrowed. "I want you to be hard. Can I kneel down on the floor and check?

"Later baby. Let's close up this office so I can take you to your new home."

Chapter 5

I live on my small farm out in the Maryland countryside, about forty five minutes from Washington. Getting out of the city and relaxing in the solitude of nature is how I reward myself for my hard work—well, one of the ways. My caretaker lives in his own cabin on the property and looks after my dog, Rufus, and my two horses.

The house is not big, only two bedrooms and two baths, but it is well furnished and very comfortable. A cathedral ceiling with exposed horizontal beams pervades the entire structure. In the living room a big stone fireplace is set into wood paneled walls that are adorned with expensive paintings. My taste in art is eclectic: I like realism, impressionism, portraiture, and some modern abstract stuff. Also I am fond of well done, small sculptures, especially of the female figure, and there are a number of pieces on shelves and tables. I was anxious to show my place to Laura.

On the drive to the country Laura wanted to talk about the General, and how we were going to get him to push the bureaucrats to buy her product. She affirmed again that she was willing to play the role of the captured princess in order to get his support.

"It's tricky," I said. "He's a very smart guy, and he's not going to put himself in a situation where he might get caught influencing military procurement in return for sexual favors.

"So how do we do it?" she wanted to know.

"He trusts me," I said. "But he will not want anyone else to know who he is, or be able to make a connection between the procurement and his extracurricular activities. I will tell him that I have a new girl friend who likes to play kinky games, and ask him to help me. Then after he is hooked, I will ask him to do me a favor and take a look at this new product I am representing. He will understand that there is a quid pro quo, but as long as he doesn't know about the connection between you and the product he will feel safe. And of course, he will be disguised so that you could not identify him."

She reached over and put her hand on my crotch. "I'm excited to do this," she declared enthusiastically. "I always wanted to be an actress who plays hot scenes. Oh my, I feel a lot of movement here.."

I squirmed in my seat, keeping my eyes on the road.

Her mouth was suddenly up against my ear. "Do you like me taking initiative like this?" she purred. "Or am I supposed to wait for your commands?"

My hands gripped the steering wheel. "I like it. I definitely like it. And a part of me is obviously ecstatic."

Her fingernail scratched on my linen trousers and ran up and down the underside of my stretched out cock. I sucked in my breath and began looking for a place to pull off the road.

"Oh no," she laughed and withdrew her hand. "I just wanted to pay you back a little for what you did to me."

I gave her an exaggerated scowl. "You are going to be punished for that when we get to the house."

"Ummm....," she mused, not seeming at all concerned. "Getting back to the General, what exactly do you have in mind?"

"When I tell him about my kinky girl friend, he will want to know more about her. I will describe you as a very proper and accomplished lady, probably a lawyer, who needs to be treated roughly and likes role play. This will excite him, and he will ask to see pictures. I will show him flattering shots of you in your business attire."

"He won't want to see me in a bikini?"

"No. Like I said, he gets offers to provide him with sexy call girls all the time. You are going to be different. Of course I will drop hints about the fantastic body under the conservative clothes."

"OK. Then what?"

"I will invite him to spend the weekend at my farm. I'll describe the scenario where he is to play the warlord, and I will be his lieutenant. We will have appropriate scary costumes, and he will be disguised with a wig and dark glasses. I will assure him that you will be waiting, tied up in the barn, a prisoner taken by me on our last raid, and needing to be made an example of to cower the people in the village."

Even in the darkness in the car I could see the gleam in her eyes. Her hand returned to my crotch. "You said I was going to be a princess," she said with a fake frown.

"Oh yes, I forgot," I replied. "Your hand has reminded me. You are the daughter of the chief of the village, and therefore a princess, and an important hostage.

"That's better," she said, squeezing me before pulling her hand back. "The General will have to treat a princess with respect."

"Ha, that's not what he will be thinking. I will give him a few days to get worked up before I schedule the weekend. During that period I will call him and ask him to earmark some funds for your product. He will see the connection between the favor I am requesting and the upcoming weekend, and will agree."

"Do I get my order before the weekend?"

"Absolutely. He will understand that he has to deliver first. He knows that I will keep my end of the bargain."

"What if he sees me at the Pentagon talking to his people?"

"You are not going back to that group in the Pentagon. You have already given them all the information they need. It will be up to me to negotiate the contract."

"What am I going to be doing all this time?"

"You are going to be playing loving wife at my farm, cooking me good food and providing sex every morning and every night. We may even rehearse some of the scenes that will be played later with the General."

"Ummm.... I would like to be prepared."

"There will still be surprises. The General has been dreaming about a situation like this for a long time."

"What kind of animals do you have on this farm, that is, aside from Jack Norwood?

I looked over at her and smiled. For some reason I liked being referred to as an animal. "Only a dog and a couple of horses."

"Horses! That's great. I love horses. Can I ride them?"

"Sure. Have you done much riding?"

"As a teenager I rode a lot. A friend had a horse farm and we used to go bareback riding across the fields."

"Bareback? Wasn't that hard on your little tushes?"

"That's what we liked—that hard back bone and all that power under you. We both got off on it. When my mom found out we were going without saddles she was horrified. She knew exactly what was going on. I got a stern lecture that I could be damaging myself for life."

"You were a randy young thing, weren't you?"

"Still am, you lucky man. It's just that it all got suppressed in the name of women's rights and career."

"Stick with me and you can have career and fun at the same time. I could use a bright, attractive technically savvy partner."

"Are you offering me a job? If I were working for you I think what you did to me in your office would be considered extreme sexual harassment. I could sue the pants off you."

"You don't have to sue me to get my pants off. Anyway, that's why I said 'partner', and not 'assistant'. I would not want to give you any legal leverage. But we'll have to talk about this more later. Here's the turn off for the farm."

Chapter 6

My gravel driveway was a good half mile long and lined with old growth trees and shrubs. In the winter it was sometimes impassable for days until I could get my neighbor to come with his plow. But it was summer, and my Mercedes glided through the greenery, its lights illuminating the deep woods as the road curved.

"Here we are," I said as I pulled into the parking area. Automatic timers had turned on the porch lights and a few lamps inside.

"It's marvelous!" Laura exclaimed. "So rustic and private... a romantic hideaway in the forest."

"It looks rustic on the outside, but inside there's every convenience and comfort. Come... I'll show you."

I got out and went around to open the door for her. My sports coup is low to the ground, and a woman in a tight skirt cannot help but show a lot of leg getting out. Since Laura's panties were in my pocket, I paid close attention to how far up her skirt went. She grinned at me and made no effort at modesty.

"Looking for something?" she teased.

"Nothing I can't find when I want it. Give me your hand." I pulled her to her feet and held her hand as we walked to the house. Her eyes scanned the darkness that enveloped the clearing.

"Where is the caretaker?" she asked.

"His cabin is behind the house, down near the barn. It's at least a quarter mile away. We have complete privacy here."

She gripped my hand. "So no one will hear my screams?"

"That's right," I said as I opened the door and flipped on the lights.

"Oh my," she exclaimed. "It's gorgeous! All those paintings! I'm going to love playing housewife here.

"Let me show you around. See the big fireplace? In the winter I always have a roaring fire. You can sit or lie on that big leather couch and enjoy the crackling and the smells from the burning hardwood."

"I can imagine," she said. "I like the dark leather. It is a nice contrast with the colors in the oriental rug."

"Yea, that rug cost me a fortune. Over here is the kitchen, and down this hall is the master bedroom suite. The guest bedroom is on the other side."

"I want to see the bedroom of the master," she said coyly.

"Right this way my dear. The master is right behind you."

She swished her hips and looked over her shoulder at me as she proceeded down the short passageway. Her high heels clicked on the hardwood floor, a sound that always evoked sexual images in my horny brain.

My bedroom was not large, but looked bigger because one wall was virtually all glass, with French doors leading out to an awning-covered brick patio. A lantern light outside illuminated the hanging flowers and cushioned chairs, making it appear very inviting. I walked over and opened the doors to let in the sweet country air.

Laura seemed transfixed by the scene. Her eyes roamed the room, taking in the king sized bed, the antique dresser, the stuffed chair with its ottoman, the large mirrors on the walls flanking the bed, and the paintings that adorned every bit of available wall space. The bed itself was covered with a colorful country quilt, and had a high wrought iron headboard, criss-crossed with scrolls and bars. Big pillows in reds and blues were stacked against the headboard and softened the metallic impression.

"It's charming," she finally said.

"The sun shines on the patio in the morning," I offered. "I like to go out in my night clothes and enjoy coffee there, listening to the birds. Tomorrow morning I'll show you. I'll bring you coffee."

She looked at me fondly. "That's sweet. So you're not always the hard task master disciplining your woman and bending her to your will."




Mixing Pleasure with Business



"Not always," I said smiling. "Let me show you the bathroom."

"I hope it is as special as the bedroom," she commented as she followed me.

The bathroom was roomy, with dual sinks, a walk-in shower, and the toilet and bidet set in a corner behind a partition. The walls and floor were covered with expensive Mexican tiles. "The most special thing is the shower stall," I explained. "It contains a window opening to the outside, and there are two shower heads, so you can get water on your front and back at the same time."

"Or two people could be showering at the same time," she said flirtatiously.

"That too," I agreed.

I turned to leave, but Laura hesitated. "Could I please have some time alone in this wonderful room? I feel disheveled and would like to put myself back together. Perhaps I could use your comb and brush."

"Of course," I said. "While you're at it, you should put on your nightgown, since we will be turning in soon."

"Nightgown? What nightgown?"

"I am going to bring you one of my extra large T shirts. It should fit you nicely. Take off everything else."

She sucked in her breath. "Yes sir," she said.

I left her there and closed the bathroom door. From my bureau I retrieved a large, white T shirt that contained a picture of a fluffy kitten and the words: 'Wild Animal Trainer'. (It's impossible to find T shirts without some stupid writing on them.) I hung the shirt on the bathroom door knob and went back to the living room.

It didn't take her long to reappear. I had just poured a couple of glasses of cold white wine and selected a play list of soft jazz on my music system when she emerged from the hallway. She looked so cute it took my breath away.

The T shirt hung loosely on her body, almost to her knees. Her legs and feet were bare, telling me that she had obeyed my instructions and wore nothing under the shirt. Further confirmation of her nakedness was given by the points of her nipples dimpling the cotton fabric like it was a dish towel draped over two hooks..

Her luxurious dark hair had been released from its bun and, brushed to a silken sheen, lay across her shoulders. She had dispensed with her glasses, and there was a hint of lust in her lovely green eyes as she stood there, obviously posing for my benefit. Without her high heels she seemed so small, so fragile. I wanted to pick her up and cuddle her.

"Is this what you want?" she asked innocently.

"Come here!" I growled.

She literally ran across the room and threw her arms around my neck. We kissed furiously, like starving refugees, not able to get enough of each other. On her tip toes with her soft body pressed up against mine I felt every bump and curve. My hands ended up under her ass. I lifted her, and her legs snaked around my hips until she could lock her ankles together.

Still kissing me and licking my lips she mumbled her need. "Fuck me Jack... please don't make me wait any longer.. I want you again.. like in the office... oh god.... that was so fantastic.... please Jack...."

What could be more flattering and exciting for a man to hear words like that? It was absolute validation of my virility and skills as a lover, and my cock was rock hard. I wanted to carry her back to my big bed and dive into her, but I knew that what had made it so good for both of us the last time was the build up to her surrender. In the future I would take her normally, but not now. It had to be special.

"Have you forgotten that you were a bad girl?" I whispered in her ear at the same time I was lathering it with my tongue. "Remember teasing my prick in the car? Remember denying me when I wanted to stop the car so you could continue?'

"Ohhh goddd... yes I remember..... am I going to be punished?... right now?"

"Yes, right now! Let go and stand on the floor."

She did as she was told and stood meekly, her hands at her sides. I opened a drawer in a side table and extracted a thin leather strap, six feet long with a loop and group of buckles on one end. "Give me your right wrist," I ordered.

The strap was a BDSM toy that I had found on the internet. The noose on the buckle end was designed to go over a wrist or ankle and quickly attach itself. The other end of the long belt could then be secured to whatever was handy, in this case the horizontal beam that was right over her head. I tossed the strap over the beam, and pulled on the end until her wrist was raised to the level of her ear. It was a simple matter to cinch the binding into one of the buckles and secure her arm in that position.

I pulled another strap out of the drawer. "Now your other hand."

In a moment it was done. She was immobilized, but not uncomfortably so. Her arms were held up and away from her body, and being covered only with the thin cotton shirt, she was totally vulnerable. All I had to do was lift the shirt to expose her from her toes to her neck, front and back.

Her eyes were wide and a trifle fearful. She really did not know me all that well, and she was at my mercy in a remote country house. I stood back and folded my arms across my chest, letting my eyes move up and down her body, savoring the moment.

"Jack?....", she asked plaintively. "Oh Jack, I feel so helpless... please don't hurt me....".

I said nothing, but walked to the side of the room and opened a closet door. Inside, mounted on pegs on the walls, was my collection of toys—crops, whips, paddles, clamps, dildos, vibrators—everything that had struck my fancy on the internet. I turned on the light and stood back so she could see.

"Oh shiittt!" she cried. "What have I gotten myself into?"

I selected one of the crops and approached her. "You said you trusted me. Now we are going to find out. You must let yourself go, even more than you did before. The crop will help you clear your mind of all those old hang ups and open yourself to me. I will know when you are ready."

"Oh goddd... yes..... I want it......"

SMACK ... The crop landed hard on her shirt-covered ass.

"OWHHH..."

SMACK... SMACK... This time I had lifted the shirt and slapped her bare ass.

"Jesus...." She was dancing from one foot to the other.

SMACK... SMACK... I laid a few on the backs of her thighs, then let the crop roam around under her shirt to the front of her body, ending up on her lower stomach, just above her pussy

"NOT THERE.... PLEASE NOT THERE....", she pleaded.

My response was to lift the shirt, exposing her from the chest down. "Spread you legs," I commanded.

"Jack, that crop stings something awful.. the ruler was bad enough,.... don't do me there.. please...."

"Open your legs or you'll be sorry," I said.

Slowly her ankles began to rotate, scooting her feet outward. She closed her eyes and gritted her teeth. I ran the crop up the inside of her thigh until the leather flap was caressing her pussy. Then I pulled it back like I was about to strike a blow.

She winced and waited, her eyes tightly closed. Silently I dropped to one knee and placed my face within inches of her pussy. The moist odor of her arousal wafted to my nose. My tongue came out.

Her muscles were taut as she awaited the slap of the crop on her most tender area. Instead she felt the long, slow lick of my tongue. Immediately the tension went out of her body and a loud wail sounded from deep within her.

"WWWaaaaaaa..."

I grabbed her ass and ground my fingernails into the soft recently agitated flesh as I pulled her pussy against my mouth. For a full two minutes I licked and sucked and nibbled and probed until she was wide open and humping my face. Moans and gasps came from her throat, letting me know that she was very close to losing it. As I had anticipated, the contrast between what she had expected and what she was getting had unhinged her. My careful staging with the suspension from the beam and the revelation of the BDSM closet had achieved their purpose

I kept at her until she reached the edge, and then I went to work exclusively on her clit. Her body shook with the force of her orgasm and her legs turned to jelly, leaving her suspended from the beam by the straps on her wrists. I watched her twist and twitch as her climax peaked and then started building again. She needed more than my mouth.

There was no way I could delay fucking her any longer. I stood and dropped my pants and shorts. Through eyes that were narrow slits she focused on my stiff cock. "Please Jack... give it to me.... I need to be filled...."

Reaching down and seizing her ankles I backed up, pulling her with me until the lower part of her suspended body was parallel with the floor. "Put your legs around my waist and hold on," I said.

Eagerly she complied. My cock thrust straight ahead into her, and with a shove of my hips I buried myself to the hilt. Her thighs hugged me and at the same time her feet curled against my ass pulling me toward her. I jerked her T shirt up to her throat so I could get my eyes and hands on those luscious tits and add to both our pleasures.

Her weightless state made it easy for me to maintain contact and focus completely on the sensation of the warm wetness clenching me. It went on and on, until finally I felt the tell tale tingle in my toes, and then the ecstatic charge rippled through my body as I spurted into her. She was right with me and fairly screamed her satisfaction.

Chapter 7

We slept late the next morning. I awoke before she did, feeling very loving toward her, and with my usual early morning boner. For a while I lay there thinking about what had happened and whether I was comfortable with the way things were going. Every time I glanced at her peacefully sleeping beside me my hard on got stronger. That settled the question of chemistry; I lusted after this woman like no other I could remember.

But we were talking about a long term relationship here. Her husband had essentially turned her over to me, and she gave every indication of wanting to stay. Was I ready for that? What the hell, I thought, time will tell. We have to get through the deal with the General, and then we'll see. If my plan worked, she would have a lot of money and I could ease her out of my life if I wanted. 

In the meantime, however, I might as well take advantage of this hotie's propensity to obey and please me. It was time she gave me that blow job she had been promising. I loved sex in the morning.

She was lying on her stomach, covered with a sheet, her head turned toward me. The birds were chirping, and I wondered if she was pretending to be asleep. I took the edge of the sheet and drew it slowly down and off. Her T shirt nightgown had of course ridden up to her waist, and her lovely bare ass appeared. Once again I admired its small rounded shape, and the way it stood out from her waist and thighs. Someday soon I was going to have to prove my dominance by probing that delicious fruit.

One eye opened; then the other one. She smiled. "I feel a sudden draft," she said softly. "Am I about to be spanked again?"

"Maybe," I answered, running my hand up and down the smooth mounds. "It depends on how good a blow job you give me before breakfast."

She didn't miss a beat. "In that case I will work really hard at it. Can I please see what I have to work with?"

"Of course, my dear. You will find me ready every morning at about this time." I lay back and let her take the lead. She sat up and pulled the sheet down. My erection was straining against the fabric of the jockey shorts I had put on sometime during the night.

"It looks like there is something there," she said grinning. "Let's see if I can grow it without even touching." She took hold of the bunched T shirt at her waist and drew the garment up and over her head. Those wonderful, perky tits bounced free right in front of my face."

"Not fair," I laughed. "You'll make me cum without doing any work."

"I know you like them," she said with a wiggle. "I've watched your eyes. They're just big enough to squeeze you like a hot dog in a bun, but that's for later. For now you can just look at them while I make you happy."

She started by stimulating me through my shorts, first with her fingernails like she had done in the car, and then with her teeth. God, it felt good! I kept my hands at my sides on the bed, waiting to see what she would do. She worked my shaft up and down with her teeth and fingers, soaking my shorts with her saliva and my pre-cum. Then she started on my balls, licking and scratching.

"Jesus Christ woman," I moaned. "You are going to explode me before you ever uncover me and get me in your mouth."

"No I'm not," she said, and pulled down on the elastic band to let the head pop out. Even then she didn't gobble me up, but instead took my glans between a thumb and forefinger and gently rubbed it, milking out a big dollop of white cream--which she promptly licked and sucked into her mouth.

I was beside myself. Ninety percent of the women I had been with had left everything to me and never showed this kind of imagination. It felt so incredible I thought I would float away.

"Now let's take a look at the whole enchilada," she announced as she pulled my shorts completely down. "Lift your hips big boy; I want these completely out of the way."

Happy to oblige I helped her get my Jockey's down and off. She ran her fingertips lightly over the surface of my bare cock, testing the firmness, but careful not to provide too much stimulation. "Nice," she said in a satisfied tone. "No wonder it felt so good up in my pussy."

That kind of talk caused my already super hard dick to jump as my brain sent the signal to pump more blood. She giggled and leaned forward until her face was inches from mine. I felt her hard nipples against my chest. She kissed me lightly and then issued her next instruction. "Now spread your legs so I can get at your perineum with my hot tongue."

Down she went again, and this time her lower body hung over the end of the bed as she positioned her head up between my widely spread thighs. Gentle fingers lifted my scrotum out of the way so she could get her tongue under and on the hyper sensitive path between my balls and ass. For a girl who claimed not to have had much sex in her life she sure knew her stuff.

She teased me mercilessly for at least a minute before trailing her tongue back up over the underside of my cock and onto the head. This time she took the circumcised dome completely in her mouth. Her steamy eyes looked up at my face as she sucked lightly, wiping her tongue back and forth.

"AAAAHHHHHH....." I stiffened and raised my hips. I could not take much more.

She sensed the turning point and took my whole length in her mouth, moving up and down on it frantically, as if it were a Popsicle about to melt. I gripped her hair and went off like a rocket into her mouth.

"Swallow it all," I bellowed, trying to reassert my control over the situation. She sucked and swallowed until my cock grew tender and I had to pull her head away. Bouncing up on her knees she licked her lips and looked at me with what could only be described as the proverbial 'shit eating grin'. "How was that master," she asked.

Chapter 8

After that I figured she deserved the coffee on the patio that I had promised her. The sun was up, and warmed on our naked bodies as we sat and sipped on the java that had been waiting in the automatic percolator in the kitchen. Like a good host, I also provided toasted English muffins and butter.

"Yum," said Laura, biting into a muffin and looking at me seductively.

"You look really good naked in the morning light," I said sincerely.

"I shouldn't let you see me like this. You'll get tired of it."

"Maybe, but not for twenty or thirty years."

"Ha. A woman has to maintain some mystery to keep her man interested. I'm going to put on my so-called nightgown."

I let her do it, because she was right. It was more exciting seeing her in that skimpy shirt than seeing her naked. Sex is strange. So much of the spice is in the anticipation. When she came back partially covered by the shirt, I felt my heart rate increase.

"You'd better put on some shorts," she said. "Naked men are not very attractive unless they are in full bloom coming after yours truly."

She was right about that too. I always thought naked men were gross—all that ugly equipment between their legs. I got up and put on my running shorts.

"That's better," she said. "Now when are we going to go after the General?"

"I'll call him today," I said. "I should be able to set up a luncheon for this week."

"You said you were going to show him pictures of me."

"Right. I need you to put on your power business suit so I can take pictures of the proper lady who likes it rough."

"My business suit is a wreck. I need to go to the hotel and get my clothes."

"Of course. Let's do it, right after you suck me off again."

Her answer to that was to get up and flip me the bird as she went back into the house to get dressed. "In your dreams," she joked.

This woman was not going to be easy. I could have over powered her and gotten what I wanted, but I was fairly well satisfied at that point and decided to let it go. Her behavior would give me an excuse to discipline her later. Besides, I liked her spunk. Dominating a woman who just rolls over is no fun.

I followed her into the house and headed to the guest bathroom to take a shower, leaving her the privacy of the master bedroom and bath. When I finished and went to my room to get my clothes, she was already dressed and sipping on another cup of coffee. Well, she was almost dressed; I had hidden her panties in a drawer in my bedroom.

. She tugged playfully on the towel wrapped around my waist.. "I looked for my panties but couldn't find them," she said. "It's only fair that you go without underwear too." 

I held on to my towel and reached for her. "Life is not fair," I growled. "Come here so I can check you out."

She bounded away and ran into the yard. "Have to catch me first!"

My towel was slipping off, and as much as I would have liked to catch her and run my hands over the bare flesh under her skirt, I didn't like the idea of running naked through the woods after a fully clothed woman. Besides I had to get to my office to be ready for some important phone calls. There would be plenty of time to play games later. I sighed and went to finish getting dressed.

Half an hour later we were on the road heading to the hotel. There is nothing like the beauty of the Maryland country side in early summer. After all the spring rains the fields and trees gleamed a brilliant green in the intense sunlight. Laura was impressed.

"We don't get this kind of scenery in California," she said. "It makes you want to get on a horse and canter over the fields."

I nodded. "That's why I have the horses. It's great riding country."

"I'm going to need to buy some clothes. There's no riding outfit in my suitcase. I was expecting to be here only a couple of days."

"Good idea," I said. "You will need some ultra sexy lingerie too. I'm keeping those old panties as a souvenir of our first encounter."

"You're sure you want me to buy panties? I feel so wicked without them, and whenever you look at me you will know how easy it would be to get your hand on bare me."

She had a point there. I had already thought about the fact that she wasn't wearing panties four or five times in the ten minutes we had been in the car. But I also enjoyed seeing her in sexy underwear and then removing it. I decided to reserve the right to decide on a case by case basis.

"In the future I will tell you when and when not to wear panties," I said with as much authority as I could muster.

That idea apparently appealed to her. "Yes sir," she said.

"I want you to buy a variety of clothes. There are several good stores within walking distance of the hotel. I will drop you off and come back for you at noon."




Mixing Pleasure with Business



"Sounds good," she said.'

I reached for my wallet. "Here, take my credit card. Buy whatever you want."

Indignantly she pushed my hand away. "I don't need or want your card, Jack.. I can provide for myself. I'm not staying with you for presents or money."

"Okay, okay," I responded quickly. "Just trying to be helpful."

She smiled. "I know. I appreciate that. I didn't mean to snap at you. It's just that I'm super sensitive to the idea of the helpless female."

It was my turn to smile. "However, there are circumstances where you like being helpless."

"You noticed that, uh. Strange isn't it? But then life is full of contradictions." She put her hand on my thigh. "Do you think you can deal with it?"

"Actually I'm glad you're the way you are. It will be a constant challenge to subdue you."

"You've done pretty well so far," she said, moving her fingernail in a slow circle on my leg. I squirmed and tried to position my growing hard on under her finger. But she took her hand away and shook it in my face as she scolded me. "No, no Jack. Now don't get naughty while driving."

"You are really asking for it," I snarled, "teasing me like that. You're lucky I have to get to work."

"Tantalizing you is my job," she snickered. "I want you to be thinking about me while you're working. For sure I'm going to be thinking about you and wondering what you're going to do to me next."

"My god, you are so hot. I have really fallen into the honey pit. Whoops, I almost missed the turn off for your hotel. See what you do to me?"

"My pleasure sir. Just drop me off in front. I'll meet you in the hotel restaurant at twelve."

I pulled the car up under the overhand at the hotel entrance. An elderly doorman was quick to open the car door for Laura. She rolled her eyes at me and hitched up her skirt in preparation for climbing out. Another two inches and her bare pussy would have been exposed to the doorman.

"Laura!" I gasped.

She laughed and swung her legs out of the car. Before I could say anything more, she was gone.

Chapter 9

The first thing I did when I got to my office was to pick up the phone and call the General.

"Well hello Jack," he boomed. "I haven't heard from you in a while."

"Press of business Sam," I responded. "You have no idea how time consuming it is to keep our military outfitted with the finest equipment."

"I'm sure," he chortled. "So what can I not do for you today?"

"Sam, when you hear the reason I've called you, you will be falling all over that big schlong of yours to do me favors. Are you in a place we can talk privately?"

"No problem there," he said. "Nobody comes to work in this area until noon. You're lucky you caught me. Now what's this about my schlong?"

Already I had his mind was going in the right direction. "You're not going to believe this Sam, but I've got a new girl friend who gets off on just the kind of thing you and I have fantasized about—the idea of a sexy woman being taken prisoner by a victorious warlord who abuses her as an example to cower the populace."

He was silent for a moment, and I could almost feel his heart racing through the phone. From numerous evenings in bars with this guy I knew what rocked his boat. But of course he had to challenge me first.

"No shit? She's probably some ugly ho who's boosting your ego to get you to buy her things." 

This was the way we related to each other—lots of bravado and posturing that we both accepted as being phony, but fun. It was typical male bonding behavior, especially among military types. There had been times, however, when Sam and I had bared our souls to each other. I trusted him, and he felt the same way about me.

"First of all Sam, I would not be calling you up to brag about having found the woman of our mutual dreams if it weren't true. And secondly, believe me, she is as far from ugly as you are from being an Army Chief of Staff."

He laughed. "Okay, you've got my interest, and the attention of a part of my anatomy that has not been exercised in a long time."

"I thought the Washington sales types like me kept you well supplied with young poontang." 

"They try," he sighed. "But I'm getting more particular in my old age. I'm tired of all those perfect bodies with no imagination and empty brains. They don't really turn me on, and then they make me feel inadequate. Does this new girl friend of yours have anything upstairs? In her head I mean."

"That's the best part," I said enthusiastically. "She's a smart, successful business woman, with a master's degree in engineering." I had forgotten that I was going to advertise Laura as a lawyer, but this was better. Sam could challenge her on some technical issues and be impressed. 

He kept up the banter. "And she gets her rocks off by being bossed around and forced to submit by a wimp like you? Why are you telling me these things--to highlight the unfairness of it all?"

"I tell you there is such a contrast between who she is professionally and who she is when I become hard nosed and bring out the whip, it's unbelievable. It takes your breath away."

There was a long pause. For once he did not have a snappy comeback. "So," he said finally, "you are pretending to be a general and giving this hottie what she wants. I ask again, why are you getting me so worked up so early in the morning?"

"She needs the real thing. I can dominate her, but I want to set up a scene where you are my chief and force me to share her with you. Then the two of us punish her and make her do degrading things that the townspeople will hear about. It will be a very realistic play, with no audience except the three characters. Interested?"

He said nothing for a full ten seconds. "I don't know Jack. It's an exciting fantasy, but risky. I have a lot at stake here."

"We'll set it up so she doesn't know who you are. You'll come to my place in the country for a weekend of relaxation and horseback riding. It will appear a lot more innocent than the junkets to the Bahamas and Vegas that you guys go on."

"Yea, but you're talking about doing things that smack of non-consent. This girl could make a heap of trouble."

"I'll get her on a video ahead of time saying this is what she wants."

"Maybe you'll get me on a video too, and then you'd have me by the balls."

"Sam, you know I'd never do that to you. We've been friends a long time. It wouldn't work anyway. I would be guilty of bribery and extortion."

More silence. I could tell I was wearing him down. "What does this girl friend of yours look like?" he asked.

"Have lunch with me tomorrow and I'll show you pictures," I said. "You can decide then. No pressure." It was obvious that he wanted to do this; it was just a matter of letting him rationalize it.

"Okay Jack," he said. "I'll look at your pictures. But you'd better not sandbag me with photos of a sexy and elegant lady and then deliver a common ho. This only works for me if she plays the part of a true lady being used by the victorious warrior."

"I know Sam."

"Where do we meet tomorrow?

"Luigi's in Georgetown. Twelve noon."

"I'll be there. And one other thing Jack."

"What's that?"

"If this works out, I know you're going to want me to do you a favor. Why don't you just tell me now what it is."

"You're a wise man Sam."

"Wise enough to know you don't get something for nothing."

"Okay. I have been trying to get the Army to outfit a battalion with this new communication system to try it out. Your guys like the idea, but have no money in the budget. It's a great product, but if the company that makes it doesn't get a sale soon, they'll be gone. I know you have that special fund...."

"Bring me the details tomorrow along with the pictures."

"Thanks, Sam. See you tomorrow."

Chapter 10

I made my other calls and finished up in time to get back to Laura's hotel by 11:30. My talk with the General had gone well, and I was anxious to tell her about it. Not knowing her room number, I went to the house phone.

"Please connect me to the room of Laura Stevens," I said.

"One moment," replied a soft voice.

Bzzzz.... bzzzz.... I felt like a teenager calling a girl for a date. My heart was beating fast. I was surprised at myself, but it felt good.

Laura answered on the third ring. She knew it was probably me, and she purred a "yes" in a way intended to bring me to a quick boil.

"What are you doing, you lovely creature?"

"I'm trying on my new clothes. Right now I am naked except for some very brief panties and some very high heels."

"What's your room number? I'm on my way."

She giggled. "No way Jose. Check out time is at twelve. I just have time to get dressed and packed. You're going to have to tighten your belt and wait until we get back to your place... or at least in the car."

I did not want to wait five minutes, let alone for a few hours. Her sexy insinuations were making me so hard it was almost painful. I couldn't let her get away with this. "There's always a grace period on check out. I'm coming up. What's the room number?"

"I'm not giving it to you," she said sweetly. "I like keeping you on edge. Anyway, I'm hungry. I'll meet you in the hotel coffee shop in ten minutes."

"Laura....". But it was too late; she had hung up. I was dumbfounded. I thought I had established that she was to submit to my wishes, and here she was clearly defying me, howbeit in a way intended to egg me on. This woman was going to be a challenge.

By the time she walked into the coffee shop I had cooled down enough to appreciate the game she was playing. Holding out on me gave me the excuse to punish her for real, which would pour gasoline on an already raging fire. 

"You're not angry with me, are you?" she asked as she slid into the booth. She was wearing a light weight, scooped neck sundress, and looked absolutely gorgeous. I had never seen her in anything but conservative business suits.

I smiled. "No, I'm not angry. Anger is never going to be involved in our little duet."

"It's comforting to hear that," she said. "I wouldn't want to be hung from the ceiling with my body totally exposed to whatever you fancied if you were truly angry."

I shook my head. She had a way of putting things that stirred the blood. The waitress appeared before I could come up with a suitable response. "What can I get you two lovely people?" she asked.

That kind of personal greeting got my attention. The waitress was a buxom woman in her forties, fairly attractive, and with a gleam in her eyes. A nametag on her uniform read 'Faye'.

"Thank you Faye," I said. "I will have a cheeseburger and fries, but my friend here has been naughty and can only have soup. Bring her a bowl of your soup of the day."

Laura went along by giving an exaggerated pout. Faye looked back and forth between us, trying to assess whether I was really dominating Laura to the point where I determined what she could eat. I sensed a keen interest on the part of this middle aged waitress, and I decided to push it.

"Is there a problem, Faye? You think my friend here should be able to order for herself? You don't know how naughty she's been. She spoke to me on the phone from her room and told me she was naked except for her panties and high heels, but wouldn't give me her room number. Don't you agree that a woman should be punished for teasing a man like that?"

"Uhhh.. ahhh...", Faye blushed and shifted from foot to foot, her pencil frozen in place on her order pad. I could see her large breasts heave as she sucked in a big gulp of air. My frank talk was having an effect on her. Laura noticed it too and encouraged me by rubbing her foot on my leg under the table.

"Come closer, Faye," I said. "I don't want other people to hear what I'm saying to you."

As if in a trance Faye took a step closer, with the result that the edge of our table was touching her hip. I placed my hand on the table so that my index finger was pointing at her, and then I slid my hand slowly toward the edge. Her eyes followed my hand until my fingertip made contact with her pelvis. She didn't move.

I put some impatience in my voice. "You haven't answered my question, Faye."

"Yes sir," she whispered. "I agree that a woman should be punished for doing that."

"Do you think making her eat soup for lunch is sufficient?"

Faye looked at me with hot eyes. "No sir," she breathed.

"I don't either," I said. "I think she should be caned, don't you?"

The reference to caning broke the spell and Faye stepped back. "Yes, well, okay.... yes... you wanted a cheeseburger and soup... soup today is cream of broccoli. Is that okay sir?" 

I gave her a knowing smile. "Yes, that will be fine. And two glasses of ice tea."

"Yes sir," she said as she finished writing down our order. "Anything else?"

"Yes Faye. When you bring our meal include a card with your phone number."

"Oh sir, I couldn't do that.."

"Yes you can. And you will."

Faye shuddered and turned to walk away. Laura spoke to her back. "It will be all right Faye," she said. "You'll see." Faye kept walking.

Laura giggled and took my hand. "Are you always on the make with vulnerable women? That poor waitress is probably running into the ladies room to get herself off."

"Do you think we'll get her phone number?" I asked.

"You had a ten percent chance until I reassured her. Now I'd rate it fifty-fifty."

"You and your probabilities," I said. "Always the engineer. What do you suggest we do if she gives us her number?"

"Call her of course, and set up a meeting. It might be fun to see another woman put through her paces by you." 

"You would be required to help me."

"You are sooo bad, corrupting me in all these ways."

"Well? Could you handle it?"

She dropped my hand and sat back, her eyes sparkling. "Not a problem. It would be another new experience for me, but I'm so, how can I say it, radicalized at this point I'm up for anything." 

"Good. Now let me tell you about my talk with the General."

"You reached him already?"

"I did, and he is sniffing around the bait. Tomorrow we are having lunch and I am supposed to show him pictures of you and give him the details on the communications system he needs to purchase."

Laura's face lit up. "That's wonderful, Jack! You really work fast. I'm impressed."

"It's not a done deal yet. He has to be turned on by the pictures, and he has to be assured that no one will ever know about our little party."

"How will you do that?"

"I will promise him that you will never know his name, which is true, and I will help him disguise himself so you could never identify him. Also there will have to be some evidence that what we do is consensual."

She pouched her lips. "I don't think you trust me..."

I laughed. "Men have been brought down by women before. My friend did not get to be a General by being careless. The hardest part of pulling this off will be to make him feel safe while he is enjoying himself."

Chapter 11

A while later Faye returned with our meals. She kept her head down and said nothing as she carefully placed the dishes in front of us. Laura and I looked at each other expectantly, waiting to see whether a phone number would be forthcoming. Finally the blushing waitress reached into her pocket for the tell tale card. Very deliberately she placed it face down on the table next to my cheeseburger.

I grabbed her wrist. "Good girl, Faye," I said. "I assume your number is on the other side of the card?"

"Yes sir," she mumbled, still avoiding my eyes.

Letting go of her wrist I sat back and spoke to Laura. "It appears that we have ourselves a playmate."

"Yes indeed," Laura said. "Faye darling, when do you get off work?"

Faye sucked in her breath. "My shift ends at three."

Laura looked at me and I nodded. "Excellent," she said. "Here's what you're going to do. My room number in the hotel is six ten. At exactly three fifteen you will knock on my door."

I raised my eyebrows. "Laura, I thought you had checked out!"

"Silly man. I was just giving you a hard time. Actually I kept the room just in case we wanted to use it this afternoon. It's a good thing I did."

"I'll be there," Faye said and walked away.

"Well," I said. "Life certainly has gotten more interesting in the last few days. What do you make of our new friend?"

"She's a bored, unfulfilled woman who probably hasn't been laid in a long time--at a point in her life when her sexual needs are peaking. The idea of being ordered around and disciplined by a strong man turns her on."

"I saw the way she looked at you. I think she may be a tad bi-sexual."

"It's possible. I'm pretty irresistible. A girl in college was after me big time."

"That's a story I want to hear. But today I have to take some pictures of you to show the General tomorrow. If we're going to play with Faye starting at three, we should get to work. Let's go to your room."

"Can I have one of your french-fries, please sir? I'm going to need more energy than I'm getting from this soup."

Again I laughed at how she could switch subjects on a dime and keep me off balance. "Sure," I said. "Help yourself."

She picked up a fry and winked at me as she teased it with her tongue before sucking it in and slowly nibbling up its length.

"Good god woman! You are hard on my heart!"

"I don't want to lose you to a waitress with big tits."

"They are good sized," I said, leading her on. "I can't wait to put some meat into those buns. Too bad yours are so small."

Laura smirked. "I didn't notice you complaining before."

"True. It's the buds that count. We'll see how Faye's stand up. What do you think we should do to them?"

Laura grinned. "The way she reacted to your spanking comment, I'd say a little pain is in order. Too bad we don't have your closet full of toys with us."

"We'll have to improvise," I said. "I noticed an office supply store down the street. One thing I've always wanted to do is try out those little paper binder clips on sassy nipples."

"Ouch! Those things have strong springs."

"I'll attach them through her clothes, at least at first. Then we'll see. Another thing we can get at the office store is one of those telescoping metal pointers. It will make a whippy cane. And of course I always have my leather belt."

"Don't forget a ruler. That worked really well on me. Better buy some heavy tape too," Laura said. "You don't want to ruin another necktie securing her wrists."

"You are developing into a great assistant," I said.

"I thought I was going to be a partner!" she cried.

"Oh right. I forgot. Let's go. We have only a couple of hours before our date with Miss Faye. Go to your room and put on your conservative business clothes for the first pictures. I'll do the shopping and then join you."

I paid the bill and watched Laura swish her hips in the sundress as she headed for the elevators. The butterflies in my stomach were telling me how excited I was by her. I had been gradually revealing my fantasies and escalating my demands, and she had stayed right with me, even encouraging me. The combination of sex and business was an incendiary mixture.

The office supply store had just what I wanted. The tiny paper binders would grip tightly, but not overly so. The metal pointer swished in the air like a fiber glass fishing rod. I found a ruler just like the one in my desk. And rather than have to deal with sticky, messy tape, I found some nylon luggage straps that would do nicely.

As a last item, I bought one of those pincer-like tools for removing staples. It had sharp claws and would hurt so good if I clamped it on tender places and applied just the right amount of pressure. I would have to be careful not to overdo it. 

Leaving the store, I walked to my car and retrieved my fancy camera. It was the latest in miniature digital technology, capable of taking hundreds of high resolution photos as well as recording up to ten hours of video and audio movies. I intended to use it to make both videos and stills of Laura to show Sam, and to make a video record of our session with Faye. If Faye were ever to accuse us of forcing her, I would have proof of her consent.