0 comments/ 61065 views/ 5 favorites Who is in Control? By: MidnightDream I met Christine on a Thursday. It was near the end of a long day of interviewing people for a job in “premium sales” at my firm. I had already interviewed five candidates from the country’s top universities. Christine was my last interview. HR told me she was very aggressive, which I surmised had got her this far against very stiff competition. Her resume was ok, but just didn’t match up against the others. She was aggressive alright. I actually noticed her walking in to interview with Mary at around 3pm. She was a brunette with flowing hair and a purposeful, long stride. She gave Mary’s assistant a little smirk as she walked by. Mary was the junior person on the team. After Mary, she was going to interview with me and then my boss. I’d only been working there two years myself, but as his right-hand man, I had his confidence. I would decide who got the job. A little before 4pm, my assistant rang to say Christine was waiting. I let her wait before going out to greet her. First thing, I noticed she had deep blue eyes. She was probably 5’11” in heels. She had an elegant and professional look, with a long skirt and jacket. I thanked my assistant; Christine ignored her. We entered the office and I closed the door behind us. That’s where the aggressive Christine came out. First, she pulled her chair up to my desk and seemed to claim half for herself by spreading her notebook across it. I mean, she actually moved my phone to make room for her stuff! I started with a few softball questions. She turned every question into a pitch for why we should hire her, almost ignoring the question I had asked in the first place. Soon she was cutting me off before I could finish my questions. The more she steered the conversation, the more she leaned in, and the more she talked like she already had the job. This quickly grew annoying so I asked a few tougher questions about her lack of experience, bad grades, etc. Suddenly she was on the defensive. Her eyes began searching the walls for answers. I admitted to myself that it felt good, just a little, to zing her like that. While she fumbled around one particularly tough question, my assistant rang in. While she told me the news, I watched Christine gather herself to make her case again. “Well, Christine.” I told her. “It turns out my boss has to leave early today so if you can come back tomorrow he’ll see you then. And we’re at the end of our time as well…” I’d had enough of her. “Oh, uh…” “Thanks for coming in...” I said, knowing there was no way she was getting this job. Could she tell? I wondered. “Bob, would you have a moment to give me some feedback…” Feedback as in ‘do I get the job?’ Who was she kidding? “Christine, first you should finish your interviews and then we’ll be in touch…” “Yes, but…” she stammered a little “You’ll be meeting my boss tomorrow. He’s the big decision-maker, really…” Ok, that wasn’t true but I was just trying to get rid of her. “Bob, I need…” “Christine! I have a lot to do before I leave…” “Yes, but…” her look turned suggestive, “I can meet you after work…” Was she suggesting what I thought she was suggesting? “What for, Christine?” I had to make sure. She paused and then “We could talk in private.” Again with that tone! No wonder she got this far in the interviews, I thought to myself. My rational side said to avoid this person at all costs. But I guess something else took over… “Ok, Christine, meet me at D’Augustine restaurant, two blocks down, at 6pm.” Christine was already at D’Augustine’s when I arrived a little past 6pm. She was still in her blue interview suit. As I walked up, I realized she was in heated discussion with the hostess. She stopped when she saw me approaching. Our frustrated-looking hostess walked us to our booth, dropped menus on our table and walked away without a word. It was a booth in the back. A nice isolated spot in a dark ambiance restaurant. I noticed those long legs again. And as she sat, I noticed a little hint of her ass push out from under her jacket. Our waitress brought us water and we ordered drinks. Christine jumped right to the topic: her employment. She began by offering new answers to the questions she had flubbed back in the office. “Christine, the interview is over. Why…” “Bob, I just want to clarify…” “Look Christine, you’re going to meet my boss tomorrow, so I can offer some advice but that’s it.” She looked frustrated for a moment. “Bob, Mary told me that you’re the real decision-maker! I need to know that you are going to recommend me.” She caught me by surprise with that. I reminded myself I needed to teach Mary to be less forthcoming with such things. “Christine, five other highly qualified candidates want the same assurance.” “But I need to know that you’re going to recommend me. What can I do to…” Her voice began to rise. I didn’t like that. “Christine, I think I’m going to go. This is useless…” and I began to gather my things. Christine panicked. “Wait, Bob..” her voice moderated, “just let me explain…” After a moment of consideration, I stopped gathering my things and settled back in. Right about then, our waitress stopped by with our drinks and to get our order. Christine snapped at her to go away until she called her! I gave our waitress a look as if to say “don’t react, just come back later and everything will be fine.” The waitress acknowledged my message and walked away shaking her head in disgust. “Bob, why don’t we talk about this…” she said, suggestively. I felt her foot brush up against my leg. I grabbed my things again. “Christine, you just made a big mistake…” I was turning to get out of the booth. She really panicked this time. “Wait, Bob, please…” I paused. “Bob, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that. It’s just…” and then she went on to tell me how she wasn’t finding a job, and how she was desperate for this job, her dream job. “Well, Christine, you have a lot of learning to do before you’re ready for a job like this…” I meant it to end the conversation, but she really was desperate. “Please, Bob, tell me what I can do to learn, I’ll do anything…” and then she emphasized again “anything!” While she talked, I settled back into the booth, and I remembered the feeling of her foot brushing my leg, and that tight little ass that had teased me earlier. She looked athletic. I imagined she must work out several times per week. I visualized her jogging or in an aerobics class dripping with sweat… I imagined myself running my hands over her dripping body... I snapped back to attention... “Christine, your problem is interpersonal skills. You antagonize everyone. Do you know that?” “No, what do you mean?” As if she didn’t know… “Christine, I don’t have time to play games…” Again I reached for my things. “Wait, Bob… ok, yes, I do.” “Well, that disqualifies you for this job Christine…” “But I can get better, really I can. Just give me a chance!” My mind raced with ideas of what to say next. Her sweet voice was turning me on. “You need to be willing to fix things when they go wrong, Christine.” She paused. “What do you mean?” “Christine, do you think you treated the hostess with courtesy earlier?” Again, she paused. “No, I didn’t.” She looked down for a moment and then back up. “Let’s fix that. I think you should go apologize to her, Christine.” “What??? You want me to go apologize to her???” I loved her reaction, and I loved being in control! “Christine, in three seconds one of us is getting up from our seats. If it’s me, I’m out the door. Apologize to her NOW! One…” Her mouth dropped open. She started say something, but the count had started… “two…” A look of exasperation came over her and she jumped up from the booth. I turned to watch her walk to the hostess. Beautiful long legs, a little wiggle of her ass just under her jacket as she hurried over. The hostess was not happy to see her again! I watched her say something to the hostess, who then looked at me. I gave a little nod, and then the hostess turned back to Christine and said something. Christine continued talking to her. Christine’s hands waved around apologetically. The hostess finally nodded and said something, and then Christine turned to walk back. I quickly turned back in my booth seat as though I’d seen nothing. As she walked back, I could see every step she took in my mind. I felt a rush of excitement. I realized at that moment that I really loved being in control of sexy Christine. She sat back down. Her face was flush red and she could not look at me. I told her to take her jacket off and relax. She did so with her mind still on her encounter with the hostess. She was wearing a light white blouse. I could see her breasts were tight. I imagined myself jumping across the table and ripping open her blouse and bra… I asked her how it had gone with the hostess. She didn’t answer. I could see how humiliated she felt. I asked again. She answered softly “fine.” We sat in silence for minutes. Our waitress started in our direction, but Christine shot her a look and the waitress turned back. Christine did not think I noticed. “Christine, you just don’t get it!” I said in frustration. She knew she was in trouble. “Wait, I’m sorry…” “Christine, now we need to fix your relationship with our waitress.” She pouted with frustration. “Ok, OK! I’ll go apologize!!” and she turned to get up again. “Wait! You’ll apologize, Christine. But first you need to pay a penalty for what you just did. Maybe that’ll get through to you!” “What do you mean pay a penalty?” She looked worried. I paused, again brainstorming. I was out of control with desire for her inside, but outside I looked unfazed. “Christine, you have lost the privilege of wearing panties…” I pushed forward an empty appetizer plate. “Let’s see them!” What had got into me??? Christine was in shock. “You want me to take my panties off and put them on that plate???” Her voice began to shake. I nodded. In my mind, all kinds of scenarios played out. What would I do if she said no? If she agreed? If she screamed? “I’m not going to do that, Bob!” I had thought through this scenario. “Ok, Christine. Nice to meet you!” And I reached for my things again. Her eyes began to well up. “Please, no…wait, please!” I felt the rush of control coming back to me. “Christine, you have to the count of ten… One… two… “ At “three!” her hands dove below the table. While she wiggled around down there, her eyes scanned the room desperate for no one to see her undressing. Her breathing accelerated so much that little grunts escaped her mouth. At “eight” she finished wiggling and held her panties below the table. At “nine” she looked down at the plate and then rushed her panties into position. At “ten!” she pulled her hands away. Her eyes furiously scanned the room with fear that someone might see the show. A rush came over me as we sat there, in a public restaurant with Christine’s white panties sitting on a plate between us. I imagined how Christine felt at that moment. A rush of cool air kissing her pussy. The desperate fear that someone would see her in this position. I stared at her panties with muted delight. That’s when something amazing happened. An aroma. The aroma of her panties was drifting up and filling the booth. It was an amazing smell. A scent that recounted her torturous day: a long commute into the city, perspiration from a long and stressful day of interviews, and, best of all, the unmistakable aroma of an excited pussy! It reached us both simultaneously. Still scanning the room, her eyes turned back to mine as she realized what was happening, and then they shot down to her panties. She was mortified! She could not form words at that moment. I breathed it in slowly. My mind raced with what I wanted to do to her pussy. I imagined experiencing the same smell as I spread her legs open and rammed my cock into her cunt. I had to gather myself… “I think you’re starting to learn, Christine! I think this may work out! Let’s see if you are learning. I’m going to call over the waitress now. You have two choices: I can put these panties away for you and you will apologize, or you can explain to her why your panties are on the table. Which do you choose, Christine?” Before she could answer, I motioned to the waitress. “Ten seconds, Christine!” “I’ll apologize! I’ll apologize!” She yelped. I smiled. When our waitress was three tables away, I reached out and took the panties. I was still putting them away in my briefcase when our waitress walked up. Christine regained her composure while I turned to our waitress. “Hi again…” She was a cute girl in her own right. She introduced herself as Jane. “Jane, this is Christine. She has something to say to you before we order. Christine?” Christine was still regaining her composure. After a moment, she fell all over herself apologizing to Jane. Our waitress wasn’t sure what to make of it. Myself, I was out of control at this point. I was feeling a rush unlike anything I’d felt before. I looked at our waitress. “Jane, I can tell you’re not satisfied. Are you?” Jane looked at me and understood she should say no. “Not really. This person was really rude to me.” Christine watched this exchange with growing nervousness. “Let’s see what else Christine can do to fix this. Christine, let’s see your purse!” Christine reluctantly handed it to me. I opened it up. “Ten dollars? That’s all you have, Christine?” I’d forgotten she must be on a tight budget since she was still in school. “Ten isn’t enough, is it Jane?” Jane went along. “No, well, it’s a start I guess.” Jane seemed to be enjoying this more than I would have expected. Again I brainstormed. “I have an idea.” I suggested. “You two are about the same size. How about a fancy bra as a token of apology from Christine?” Christine whispered “what..?” Jane turned and looked condescendingly at Christine. “Yes, I’d like that.” Christine looked at me beggingly, but I gave her a warning look. “Great! Ok, Christine. Let’s see your bra!” Christine searched for a way out of this, calculating whether to walk away and give up on her dream job. She realized she could not. I knew this by now. Christine’s face flushed as she began to fidget around to get the bra removed. Jane and I looked on in amusement. Christine tried to shield her breasts from view as she removed her white bra and handed it to Jane. Jane held onto Christine’s hand an extra second as the hand off occurred. Jane seemed turned on by this! She took over. “Such a nice bra. Where did you get it, Christine?” Jane asked her. Christine’s voice was low, and she looked away. “Victoria’s Secret” I pressed on. “Jane, I wonder if Christine is wearing matching panties. Do you?” Christine shot me a look of desperation and anger. “Are you wearing matching panties, Christine?” Jane asked. Christine sat silent. I asked again. Christine’s lips quivered and she looked away as she finally answered. “No.” “Wait. What kind of panties are you wearing, Christine?” I pressed on. She seemed to resign herself to her situation. Her eyes teared up again despite her best effort to avoid it. “I’m not wearing any!” Even Jane had to steady herself after that. I waited a couple of seconds and then proceeded. “Jane, I don’t believe that, and I can tell you don’t believe that. Only a slut would come to this restaurant without panties. Christine, are you sure you’re not wearing panties?” “Yes, I’m sure.” Christine looked at me as if to say ‘there, are you happy?’ I wasn’t. “Christine, stand up and let Jane see for herself that you’re telling the truth.” Christine stood back up, probably expecting a quick pat-down. But Jane looked like she wanted to jump Christine on the spot. She reached down and took hold of the lower edge of Christine’s skirt. Christine flinched uncomfortably. When Jane had exposed Christine’s legs all the way up to the bottom of her ass, Jane began to run her hands up the back of Christine’s legs, under the skirt and over her ass. Christine looked around desperate for no one to notice as Jane exacted revenge. Slowly, she then moved around to her pussy. It was an unforgettable moment. I watched in amazement as Christine’s body reacted to being touched by another woman. Jane finished with a little pat on Christine’s ass. I told her we would skip dinner and were ready for our check. Christine sat back down, stunned at how she’d found herself in such a predicament. I told Christine it was time to go back to the office. Christine seemed to snap out of her state with those words. There was a light at the end of the tunnel! As we went up the elevator to the 29th floor, I finalized my plan for the office. The casual observer could not tell she not wearing panties or a bra. I imagined while walking back to the office she must have felt the cool evening air in places she wasn’t accustomed to. It was quite late in the evening by then. Christine and I walked into an empty office building. “Congratulations, Christine. You’re almost there! One last test to pass!” Christine readied herself for what was ahead. “Here are the rules. Christine, I’m going to ask you questions as we walk to my office. For each question you get wrong, you’ll have to remove an article of clothing. If you make it to the office with some form of clothing still on you, the job is yours.” “But…” “Do you want this job, Christine?” “Yes, Bob!” “Christine, do you really want this job???” “Yes, please, Bob I do!!!” “Then we start!” I began a slow walk. I asked her an impossibly difficult question to start. She got it wrong. She followed directions and removed her jacket. I asked another tough question. Another wrong answer followed. I told her to remove her shoes, hose included. We were one-fifth of the way there and Chistine was wearing only a blouse and skirt! She looked discouraged. I stopped walking at that point. I looked her up and down. Barefoot, tight ass exposed without a jacket to cover up, breasts pushing against her blouse, she was irresistible. I wanted us to fuck right there on the floor! I told her to gather herself and not give up. She seemed to gain strength from the realization that I might be on her side after all. I asked two easy questions and she grew confident again. We were five offices away. I stopped and asked the next question. She concentrated a few seconds and then offered her answer: “Profit margin?” I paused. “Correct!” Three in a row! Four offices away, I asked another question. She looked less certain this time. “Market segmentation?” I broke the news with a single word: “Wrong!” It was time for her blouse to come off. I was dizzy with anticipation! She offered one last bit of defiance by hesitating before I raised an eyebrow. Her hands began shaking as she went to work on unbuttoning the blouse. The top button. The one below. She had beautiful skin. And then her blouse opened in the front. She turned slightly as she removed her blouse and then held it up in front of her to hide her breasts. I told her to hand it to me. She crossed her arms for a moment trying to hide her breasts. She had a tight stomach. Looking at her crossed arms, I told her not to play games. Her arms unlocked and fell to her sides. Her beautiful breasts were tighter than I’d expected. She seemed to accept her vulnerability at that moment. She had no choice but to follow. As we walked, I watched her breasts bounce slightly with each step. I wanted to jump her right there at that moment. But we were still three offices away. I asked another question. “Balanced scorecard?” she answered. Her eyes pleaded for it to be a correct answer. Who Is In Control Now ? My husband and I have been together 14 years and have been in the BDSM lifestyle for the last three years. We have grown closer then we have ever been and now, it seems, it’s time for our next step: Allowing His slave a pet of her own. Surprisingly enough, I found a girl though one of those online dating services. This is the story of what happened. We met at a nice restaurant. The three of us ate and spoke of mundane things at first, the weather and our boring lives to let us all relax a bit. Then, as the restaurant emptied out, we began talking about BDSM and I came to find out the sweet little thing believed herself to be a Dom. My eyes roamed over her 5'2'' frame, her alabaster skin glowing in the dim candle light. Her hair was bright red with blond highlights and she had green eyes that sparkled with yellow flecks. I wondered how such a sweet innocent face could be cruel -- well, crueler then me -- especially with all those freckles. Her name was Katie. She was 24, with a waif of a figure. My thoughts reeled as I listened to her banter about control, not buying it for a moment. What I do hear is a wildcat begging to be tamed. My husband glanced over and saw that look in my eyes, the impish one that he knows all to well. He fought hard not to chuckle as he too listened to Katie. His hand slipped over to run his nails along my fishnet-covered leg, sending a shiver through me. I suggested we head back to the house for a nightcap. We all agreed and we rose from the table. Standing, my hand reached for Katie’s with a smile so warm it could melt an ice cap. I stand 5'6'', with B-cup breasts and a slim waist. Most say my best feature is my well- rounded ass, although I am most proud of my muscular legs and flat tummy. Quite impressive on a woman near 40. Igor, my husband, is 6'4'' with sandy blond hair, a fairly muscular build and a laugh that’s contagious to anyone who’s around him. We paid the bill and piled into the car with Katie between us. The drive home was uneventful with more small talk. We arrived at our home and I moved to the bar and fixed us all drinks. Then I gave Katie a tour of our home. She pretended to be interested until we moved to the dungeon, a hiding wall in the basement of the Victorian home that opens to a room where the walls were made of stone, giving off the appearance of a cave. The floor was made with the same stone and polished to offer a shiny finish. Along the walls were toys in an organized manner, all kinds of paddles, floggers, crops and the like. Against the far wall was a wooden cross, formed in an X, with metal shackles at all four ends. Near it was a table with several sterling silver devices upon it that promise interesting possibilities of torture. Next to it was a ring embedded in the floor, perfect for chaining. A small body pillow lay nearby. I turned to her, seeing that sparkle in her eyes and smile at her. Sipping on the red wine, I walked the few steps to close the gap between us. Igor propped himself on the nearby counter and watched amusingly as my long nail slowly raked over her jaw line. Her gasp echoed in the room, sounding much louder then it actually was. I chuckled softly as my nail trailed down her throat and over her collar bone, ending at the swell of her small perky breasts. Her chest began to heave as her breath quickened. Her moist berry lips parted lightly as she panted. My own excitement grew but I kept it in check, wanting this to go smoothly. Slowly I began to undo her blouse, my dark gray eyes locking with hers, boring into them as if looking into her soul. She began to tremble a bit as her lacy red bra was unsnapped and her firm young breasts bounced out of their confines. Bright pink nipples darkened as they became hard before my eyes, making my mouth water. My nail traced around the areola as I kept her gaze locked with mine. A growl was heard from where Igor stood, bringing a sinful smile to my crimson-painted lips. Rising to a full standing position, my lips pressed into hers, I felt her soft full lips crush against mine as a soft moan came from deep in her throat. My fingers wasted no time undoing her skirt and letting it slide down her shapely legs, pooling around her feet. I grinned wickedly as I find she wasn’t wearing any panties and her mound was shaved smooth. Long nails raked down her taught belly and over her mound. I slid them between her slick puffy lips, continuing with the brutal kiss as she moans with pleasure. I waited until just the right moment when I felt her body writhe and tremble with need before I stopped. She whimpered softly. "What’s the matter baby? Hmmm ...want more?" I said with a sarcastic tone. Her eyes lowered, then shot back into mine as she mummers ever so softly, "Mm..m....more." I smiled but, not yet convinced, I began teasing her little pussy, feeling her clit poking out from its hiding place. With a whisper of a touch, I made small circles on the very tip. I watched her inner thighs quiver. The scent of her sweet musky womanhood filled the room. My own pussy was throbbing and beginning to drip. I was determined not to lose control as I brought her close to the brink once more and halted. My voice now more commanding as my hand reached up, grabbing her hair and tilting her head back. "What do you want slut? Tell me, beg for it!" She whimpered a moment longer, then her juicy sweet lips parted as her voice cried out, sounding so helpless and desperate. "Please Mistress. Pah-pah-pleaese, let me cum?" With that I let out a sadistic laugh. "No pet, not quite yet. You will earn your cums." Looking over to my husband, I noted the bulge in his pants. I crooked a finger to ask him over. As he stood there beside us, I pulled her hair down, forcing her to her knees. He winked and me and licked his lips as I ordered her to undo his pants. She did so quickly. This pleased me to see such a well-behaved pet and I pondered keeping her as his cock popped out. I could see the large purple head throbbing. I pushed her head forward until the head of his cock was pressed against her mouth. "Suck bitch. Make Master cum and then perhaps I will allow you to." She wasted no time sucking his throbbing cock into her hot wet mouth. A growl escaped his lips, a sign that she was doing a good job. I stepped back and unzipped the back of my dress, letting it fall down my tanned flesh. My husband smiled at me as I stand before them in a corset, garter and fishnets, along with six-inch stiletto heels - and, of course, no panties. Moving forward once more, I placed my hips against the back of her head, thrusting forward to force her mouth to take his cock down her tight throat. Master reached forward, pinching and twisting my nipples. I, in turn, reach down and do the same to hers with one hand. The other reached around and fondled his balls. I could feel them tighten in my hand, causing me to purr wantonly. I assumed his cock was beginning to twitch as her sucking became more urgent, her nails digging into his thighs as my hips and his sandwiched her head between us. His eyes closed as he grunted, holding her head tight against him as his hips lunge into her. My hand softly gripped her throat as I felt her swallowing Master’s cum. I know first-hand how wonderful it tastes. "Does my pet like sucking cock? Doesn't it taste yummy?" I said with a chuckle. She moaned and murmured the affirmative around his shrinking shaft as she continues sucking until every last drop is in her mouth. Spinning her lithe form around, my hips thrust forward. No more instruction were needed. Her mouth devoured my slick wet snatch. Having just shaved that evening before we went out, it was as smooth as a baby’s ass and her hot tongue felt wonderful. Her fingers parted the outer lips and she made long slow strokes from the back to the front. Master moved behind me, allowing me to lean against him. He brutally pinched and twisted my rock-hard nipples. Her fingers dug into my firm ass as she feasted on my pussy juice. Crimson lips parted as I began to pant, inner thighs already quivering as my large pink clit throbs. She took my clit into her mouth and sucked madly, her head bobbing ever so slightly, as if sucking a tiny cock. This was too much to bear -- I screamed out as my cunt exploded onto her mouth, sending wave after wave of sweet nectar down her throat. She continued licking and sucking my twat until the last shudder coursed over my frame. She looked up to me, her eyes half lidded and glazed over. "May I come now Mistress?" She said in the sweetest voice imaginable. I nod softly and point to the cross. "Go stand with your back to the cross and we will see what we can do to settle the ache between your legs." As she rose, her bottom lip stuck out so very cutely. I guess she thought it would be easier, but we couldn’t have that now, could we? I moved behind her and fastened her ankles and wrists into the shackles, assuring they are locked properly, then go to the toys on the wall. Master smiled, pleased with tonight’s events so far, surely wanting to see my pet cum for me. He found a seat nearby for the ongoing show. First, I picked up a pair of clover-leaf clamps and sucked her nipples to their full hardness. I placed them on and tightened them up and gave them a tug, making sure they are on securely. Then I picked up a wicker basket containing clothes pins and knelt down between her legs. Soft mews like a kitten in heat came from my pet as one by one the pins were placed on her outer pussy lips. Six on each side but seeing as 13 is my favorite number, I just had to place another one on. And yes, you guessed it, right on her clit! She cried out and tried to close her legs, causing a snicker to spill out of my lips. Standing once more, I moved back to the wall and retrieved a small flogger. I returned to her as I spoke."No cumming until I tell you to, understand, Katie?" "Yes Mistress "She replied in a weak, shaky voice. I began using a figure-eight pattern with the flogger, making sure I hit each breast in turn, striking right on the clamped nipples every other turn. She writhed and moaned, pulling against her bonds .Her hips bucked forward, seeking comfort from the needing ache of her clamped pussy. The flogger moved down, making a few strokes to her flat tummy, then further down to her thighs, leaving a beautiful trail of pink in its wake. I could see her juices flowing to her upper inner thigh as I take aim and hit her pussy with the flogger, sending the clothes pins into a violent wave. She shuddered and cried out. "Please Mistress ...pretty please, may I cum?" "No pet not quite yet… Hold it for me." My voice now soft and raspy as I watched this budding beauty come alive in her submission. Her true sexual nature was opening before my very eyes. The flogger made its way back up her form as my other hand reached down and removed the pin on her clit. I rubbed the blood back into it with my middle finger. The flogging stopped as I stepped in closer, locking my gaze with hers. I watched as her eyes fill with tears. My finger softly circled the tip of her clit. Her whole body was violently trembling, the need apparent in her eyes as she pleads once more. “Please Mistress ...pahhhhhlease may I cum? I will do anything ... just anything please let me cum!” I chuckled softly, thinking now she was ready. A soft nod of my head as my finger began moving faster and harder. I felt the clothes pins thrashing about, pulling on her pussy lips to make room for my hand. Then, thrusting two fingers into her soaking cunt, a thumb on her clit, I barked the order to her. "Yes my slut ... cum for your Mistress. Cum hard, I want all of it! Don't you dare hold back!" Immediately, her back arched and she screamed as goose bumps covered her supple flesh. Her hips bucked against my hand. My fingers felt her inner walls clenching tightly, then spasming hard against them as her sweet cum poured over them. I continued to fondle and manipulate her sweet pussy until the last hot wave coursed though her lithe body. I smiled and removed my fingers, the look of pleasure on this young girl’s face a true work of art. That’s the look that makes my heart ache with passion. Bringing my fingers to her trembling lips, I painted them with her cum, then make her lick the rest clean. Behind me, Master approached. I moved out of his way as he raped her lips with his own, devouring the taste of her lips and cunt. I knelt down and removed the pins from her pussy lips. Her body thrashed beneath his as each one was plucked off. Once they were all removed, I sucked on the red angry lips, noting her clit once more emerged, begging to be licked. It got its wish as I stroke Masters cock from between their bodies. I got an idea and unshackled her ankles, deciding my pet could use a proper fucking. I took her legs and wrapped them around Master’s waist, using his cock to tease her clit further. I looked up to see them still kissing passionately, Master pulling on the nipple clamps. Slowly, I guided his cock toward her aching pussy, letting it stand right at her entrance. I slipped out from between them just long enough to grab two things off the wall. First a medium-size butt plug, then a cock gag, and, of course, some lube. I applied the lube generously to the plug and began working it up her tight asshole. I watched with amazement as her tight sphincter stretched around the tapered tip. Next, the wide base was forced up her tight hole. With a pop, it seated around the neck, which locks it into place. Right on schedule, Master’s cock plunged into her wet hot cunt. The kiss broke as her head began thrashing back and forth, beads of sweat forming on her forehead as Master’s cock began pumping slowly in and out of her. I stood once more, offering her a brief kiss before the gag was slipped between her lips and over her tongue. I then secured it behind her pretty little head. Now it was my turn to step back and watch. Lying on my back, well within Master’s view, my legs parted as I toyed with my pussy, watching them as Master begins raping her pussy. He drew out slowly out, then slammed forward, each time pulling on her nipple clamps. Her legs wrapped around him force her pussy onto his shaft, meeting his every thrust with equal passion and want. I pinched and twisted my clit until it was red, swollen and sore, watching Master fuck my pet. Over and over He slammed deep into her as my own body writhed on the floor, slipping two fingers into my dripping cunt. It was Masters voice I heard next, and, to tell you the truth, I didn't know or care at the moment to whom he was speaking at that moment. His voice, deep and growling viciously, barked, "Cum slut, cum NOW!" Katie and I both exploded at the same time. Our animalistic sounds sent Master into a frenzy and he too came with a vengeance. I, writhing on the floor, her on the cross and Master falling against my red-haired beauty, we all fell still, enjoying the precious aftermath of our labor. It was he who took her down from the cross and removes the clamps, sucking the blood back into her nipples before laying her beside me. He then announced he was going upstairs to prepare for bed and instructed us both to rest a little bit, then join him with some food. We replied in unison like twins. "Yes, Master, thank you Master." We giggled together as we hugged and kissed softly. Who is in Control? “Correct!” She formed a little fist and shook it in triumph. Her tits jumped around in sympathy. Two offices away, I asked another question. “Constituencies?” I looked down as if evaluating her answer. I could hear her whispering “Please! Please! Please!” And then I gave her the news: “Correct!” One office away and I posed the final question. She hemmed and hawed before giving her final answer: “Currency translation?” I looked her up and down. Tight body and topless, she still maintained a certain elegance. Christine’s dream job rode on this answer. Her lips began to quiver again, and her eyes welled in excitement and fear. “Christine, I’m sorry but that was incorrect.” Tears began to roll down her cheeks. “Wait, Bob, please give me another chance…” she pleaded. “Have you forgotten the rules? The skirt!” “Bob, please…” “First the skirt!” I demanded. I figured Christine had two choices at that moment: she could gather her things and leave, or she could follow the rules of the game and hope I might give her another chance. Christine reached down and undid her skirt. It fell to the floor, and she stepped out. My eyes locked on her beautiful pussy, expertly shaved. Christine lunged for my hand. I let her catch it. She tried one more time to change my mind. “We could be a team! Please, Bob, please, I’ll do anything!” I pulled my hand away and began to circle her slowly, taking in her amazing body. Christine kept pleading for a chance. I stopped in front of her and ordered her to be silent. “Anything.” She had said it several times during the evening. The word danced in my head. My eyes locked on hers. “Get on your knees!” She gulped at the order. There was no doubt left. I was in total control She complied. “Put your finger in your pussy!” Her hand made its way to her pussy, her eyes never unlocking from mine. She inched her knees apart slightly. Her hand reached her pussy and then, slowly, her finger disappeared inside her. She was gorgeous in that pose. I reached out with my hand. “Show me!” She pulled her finger out and offered it to me. It was wet with her sex. I turned and began to walk to my office with her finger in my hand. She followed along, still on her knees. I closed the door to my office. Christine stayed kneeling as I removed my jacket and shirt. She studied me as I removed my pants and boxers. I turned to her and her eyes jumped back up to mine. I walked to her and she moved her lips to my erect cock. She wrapped her lips around me and then looked up at me before pushing down. She pushed so deep that I felt her nose push into my pubic hair. Her tongue lavished attention on my shaft while she slowly pulled back out. And then her pace began to quicken. In and out, in and out, occasionally looking up at me for approval. Her intensity increased. She reached behind me and grabbed my ass. My abs tightened with each blow. She began to rub all over my ass and legs with her hands and then moved up to my stomach. She seemed to lose herself in the moment. One hand worked its way back to my ass. The other left my body and began to move toward her pussy. She looked up for approval when her hand reached its target. Her eyes were locked on mine. Her lips were wrapped around my cock. She was masturbating herself below. Her breasts were bouncing slightly with each shake. It was too powerful an image. She went down on me one more time before I exploded into Christine. She kept blowing. A moment later, Christine climaxed. Her eyes closed tight and her toes curled up behind her. Her hand dug into my ass and she let out moans muffled by my cock in her mouth. Christine started work two weeks later. Neither of us has mentioned that night since.