Power Lunch* (a short-story)

The first thing she does every morning, the minute she wakes is to check her email for Master's instructions. She is, after all, his obedient whore.

This morning, Master's email informed her she was to wear her red lace thong panties and matching bra and garter, nude silk hose.

"You are to clear your schedule from 12 to 1pm today, and wait my instruction. Understand, slave?"

"Yes Master," she whispered knowing he couldn't hear her, but would expect to answer accordingly any way.

"You may have coffee, cunt, now don't be late and get going. Your Master loves you and desires you and knows you will always be pleasing."

"Oh, yes, Master," she whispered again, this time reaching down between her legs, clenching her aching cunt. Oh, how she longed to feel the power of her Masters hands on her body, plunging deep into her slickness.

She jumped up from her computer and went about getting ready for work. Her mind was swimming with possibilities. What did her Master have in store for her? She never knew. Sometimes it was a task he required her to do, and sometimes it was even a visit, he never told her so she would be on edge with anticipation all day. He was an amazingly powerful and wise Master and she she loved him with all that she was, eagerly giving him her mind, body heart and soul, and he kept and used her well.

She chose her outfit for the day carefully. Taking out the items she was instructed to wear, then choosing a pinned stripe skirt and jacket to wear over a red silk blouse. She thought her Master would like her choice today. She selected a pair of black low-cut pumps that made her legs look long and sexy. She carefully pinned her hair up and chose a smart looking pair of spectacles that framed her brown eyes beautifully.

She was always the first one at the office, often doing half a days work before anyone arrived, which is probably why she was the top earner for their branch. Her head was buzzing with thoughts that barely could hold her attention with the anticipation of what is to come. The morning hours seemed to drag on, and then she got her first text message at 10:30 am.

"Insert the plug"

She felt the flush of heat rip through her body. Her Master required she keep certain things with her at all time, and the small jeweled anal plug he presented her with the night he collared her was one of them. On the small steal bulb was his initials, and she was to only wear it when he commanded her to. She had other toys, other plugs, but this one was incredibly special and when she wore it she felt his total ownership of her.

Immediately she went to the washroom with her purse, took out her beautiful jewel and did what Master trained her to do. She pulled down her panties, lubed it with the moisture of her lips and tongue and gently inserted into her body that gratefully accepted it. She pulled up her panties and went back to work with her Master's gift deeply embedded in her bottom.

She could barely concentrate on her work as the lovely submissive feelings continued to wash over her again and again. She was filled with a blissful calm one could only achieve when truly owned.

At 11:30, she received another text message.

"Aldo's, 12pm..."

She could barely contain herself when she read the words! She was going to see him! He wanted to meet her at Aldo's for lunch! She suddenly had a thought flash through her mind. It was her assumption that he would be there, he never said he would, and there have been times in the past when he had instructed her to go to a place and he did not meet her. Her stomach started to churn with nervous anticipation. She so badly wanted to see her Master, wanted to taste his flesh and feel the warmth of his body.

Aldo's was about 20 minutes from her office, so she left soon after the text message. No one ever questioned her coming and going at the office since she so often was not only the first to arrive, but the last to leave. The traffic was light and she made it easily to the restaurant. She immediately looked for his car, but didn't see any cars in the lot. She thought for a moment she was at the wrong place, but she knew this restaurant, it was her Master's favorite.

She walked into the restaurant which was dark and was met by a waiter. He greeted her kindly and told her her party was waiting for her in a private room to which he lead her. When he opened the door, she saw her Master immediately. He was standing there so handsome in his suit, his blue eyes were sparkling and his smile warm and inviting. He was happy to see his girl. She never got used to the impact he had on her in the first moment she saw him. He made her weak in the knees and her heart melt. She wanted to run to him and throw her arms around him, but knew he would never allow such a display. The waiter left them alone and she immediately went to him and knelt at his feet. "oh Master, " she whispered and he held out his hand to her which she nuzzled with great affection. He motioned her to rise to her feet, he grabbed her face and kissed her mouth. She drank in his deliciousness and caressed his tongue with hers, drawing him into her deeply. After they embraced a bit more, he stepped back from her to fully look at his slave and she knew it was to inspect her to see if she had properly obeyed him.

He took a seat in a large leather chair and instructed her to undress. She carefully removed her clothes showing him the sexy red underthings he had ordered her to wear. She knew she was to immediately remove her panties in his presence, especially when wearing the plug. She also knew that she was to leave on her garter and hose and heels. He was very pleased at how his slave followed his orders perfectly and how beautiful she looked wearing her jewel.

When she was done undressing she took her place on her knees at his feet and the waiter entered the room with a large tray.

"Lunch is served, my girl."

The waiter removed the silver tops to the trays and she gasped at what was beneath. Two of the largest lobsters she had ever seen and bowls of drawn butter for dredging. Each lobster must have weighed about four pounds and they were mostly served cracked in in the right places so the meat could be easily extracted. She noticed that there were no eating or serving utensils on the tray or on the table and realized lunch would be served only with her beautiful fingertips.

She picked up a white linen napkin and went over to her Master and waited for him to nod, permitting her to proceed. She placed the napkin across his lap and smiled thinking how lucky that napkin was at the moment and how she wished she were draped over her Master's strong powerful thighs. She went to the tray with the lobsters and picked up a claw and gently pulled the meat from the shell. She brought the morsel to the butter and lightly dipped it in coating it well and brought it to her Master's lips. He opened his mouth and she place the meat carefully in as he closed his lips around her fingers. Feeling his lips on her fingertips sent a wave of heat through her body and she felt her cunt clench and drip with want for him. He smiled at the blush that came across her face and breast knowing his girl was becoming intensely aroused, which made his cock strain against his pants. He wondered how much of this lobster would actually be eaten before throwing her on the table and tasting her.. his delicious little whore.

She went back to the tray, and pulled more of the lobster out of it's shell, dredging it again in butter, and holding her other hand underneath to catch any drips. He ate from her fingertips, enjoying the bold way she put her fingers in a little deeper each time and he teased her fingers with his tongue. She took another piece and dredged it in butter, and put it into his mouth, this time her fingers going in a little too deep, he felt her getting brazen. He grabbed her wrist hard, startling her and pulled her onto his lap. Her plug was still deep in her ass and he grinded against it with his knee causing her to screech a bit. He took her hand and forced her fingers into her mouth demanding she too have a taste... then with his other hand he reached down to her needy pussy and plunged his finger deep into her slick cunt. He smiled at her embarrassment at how aroused she was. He knew she was close to cumming and probably had been for a while. Delving deeper and deeper, waiting to hear that guttural moan she makes when trying to stave the impending orgasm, he pulled his fingers out and brought them to her lips making her taste them, putting them deep into her throat. She sucked her Master's fingers clean as he had trained her to do.

He took his slave positioned her on her back on the table pushing the tray to the side in one strong motion. He pulled her legs apart hard exposing her pulsing cunt. He reached over to the tray and pulled the tail meat from the lobster and plunged it into the butter. Then he held it over her cunt and let the hot butter drip on her clit, almost sending her over the edge. He placed the meat on her shaved cunt and bend his head down and began sucking her cunt and the meat at the same time, devouring both mercilessly. He took another piece and did the same. He knew she was about to cum, and drove his fingers deep into her demanding she cum for him, and she did, over and over again spasming on his fingers, releasing her honey for his pleasure. He took his cum-soaked fingers and made her clean them once again with her luscious warm tongue.

He sat back in his chair and unzipped his pants. He needed to feel that warm tongue of hers on his cock. She immediately rose to action, went to the tray pulled some of the lobster, dipped it in butter, and bent down between his knees letting the butter drip down his beautiful cock. She followed the drips with her tongue and he pushed her head down driving his shaft down her throat. She sucked him long and hard and when she felt his cock swelling as it did before he came, she took the lobster meat that was in her hand and held it above his cock so his cum would spray all over it. As he came he covered the luscious meat with his cum, and then he fed it to her. She ate every bit.

She wiped up the butter from her Master, and then from herself with another linen napkin. They sat together and ate the rest of the lobster, feeding the morsels to each other and enjoying each other's company. Their desire sated for the moment, but not for long. Her Master became aroused again, and wanted to take his whore once again. He rose from the table and picked her up and forcefully bent her over the table. Her cunt still slick with butter and cum made it easy for his cock to deeply impale her as he fucked her hard from behind. Driving into her deeper and harder pushing her plug into her with his palm, he filled his slave with Masterful ownership and she jerked her hips in orgasming pleasure. He pulled out of her, grabbing her hard by the nape of the neck and forced her to her knees, driving his cock down her throat as he filled her mouth with his hot cum.

He sat back in his chair, catching his breath as his whore sat at his feet licking her lips, savoring his seed.


the end....

* co-authored with dragonfly-geisha

Sundresses* (a short-story)

Part I

Sundresses...

I remembered you told me that you liked sundresses, so I chose one I thought cute and alluring. I knew we would be walking around a bit, and heels would not be appropriate, so I chose a pair of white skippy sneakers and stashed the stilettos in my bag for later when we would go to dinner.

With the directions in hand, I got in my car and began to drive. It was a familiar drive, one I've done many times before, but I found myself looking at the directions over and over again as if this was my first time, as if everything in front of me was never known or seen. And I guess in a sense this was true. I was driving to a place I had never been, meeting someone I had known only through Internet chatting and on the telephone, about to embark on a journey I had only dreamed about. Everything would be different in a few hours. No wonder I was checking the directions over and over again, although it was futile as I'm sure Mapquest does not provide step by step instructions for meeting your Master for the first time.

I was thrilled and excited and incredibly nervous, and the anticipation intensified as the mile markers sped by. I wondered if you would like me in person. If you would think I was pretty, or if you would be disappointed? I wondered how you would look in person. All the pieces of you would finally be put together, your face, your voice, your body. All real and in front of me.

I wondered how our D/s dynamic would play out in reality, how my body would respond to your presence. Emotions and inquiries swirling around in my mind as I drove trying not to get lost, luckily I saw the sign in time and made the turn off. The directions from there were fairly easy, and I saw the sign for the park and pulled in. My heart was racing and I wondered if I had the nerve to actually park my car and get out.

I did...

I gathered my light sweater, in-case the evening turned cool, and my bag and proceeded to the gazebo where we said we would meet.

The gazebo overlooked the lily pond and was surrounded by willow trees. It was incredibly charming and I was calmed by the tranquility of this place and the warm breeze that found me. I saw some figures in the gazebo, and I wondered if you were among them, my eyes frantically searching their faces. As the people cleared my vision line, I saw a man leaning over the edge of the railing, perhaps looking at the fish. Was it you?

I felt my body start to quiver (as I am incredibly shy) and I walked up to you and stood a few feet away. I was hoping you would notice me and turn around so I did not have to make the first move. But you did not, although I had a strong feeling you knew it was me standing behind you. I gathered my courage, and cleared my throat in the way us girls will when we want to be noticed. You did not turn around. I should have know it would not have been that easy! I mustered the courage again, and said, "hello?"

Perhaps you heard the nervousness in my voice, and decided to let me off the hook, because you stood up and turned around, smiled warmly and said hello. You reached out your arms and we hugged as close friends would when seeing each other after a long separation. I remember feeling your chest against my head and immediately feeling calmer as there was something so familiar in that moment for me. I sighed, relieved that I had found this special place and found you waiting for me here. You asked me if I found the directions easy to follow, more to alleviate my initial nervousness than to assess my direction following ability.

You held my hand out at arms length to get a better look at this girl and you smiled in approval, realizing I had paid attention to your telling me about your fondness for sundresses. Your eyes scanned my body from head to toe, your eyebrow raised a bit when you saw my skippy sneaks.

I quickly said I had my evening shoes in my bag and thought these shoes more appropriate for walking in the garden. You smiled and showed me the map of the grounds and we headed out of the gazebo to explore a bit.

The grounds were beautiful, and we talked about the art we happened upon, sometimes cocking our heads at the strange and unusual pieces. It wasn't so much about the actual works, although some were quite amazing, but more about the bringing together of both nature's and man made beauty. One did not outshine the other here.

It was a dance, of trees and flowers and stone and steel. Earthly elements fashioned by god and man and brought together in celebration. So much of this place represented the relationship we found ourselves in. Contrasting elements converging into symmetrical perfection. Something to not necessarily be understood or explained, but seen and admired. Enjoyed.

We walked the path and turned and saw a sculpture entitled Facing Couple, by Itzik Benshalom. The stone figures simultaneously evoked something in both of us and your grabbed me and pulled me close to you. I gasped and turned toward you. You kissed me.

First your kiss was soft and inviting, as my mouth opened a little more, it became deeper and harder. It was a kiss that had waited a long time to manifest and my spine flashed with heat, my groin aching with want. So much sexual tension had been building between us that this kiss just about ignited a bonfire of desire.

We kissed for a while, until the footfall of others approaching alerted us to our surroundings. We smiled and continued walking along the path holding hands. I hugged your arm, as if in relief that our first kiss was all we hoped it to be. You looked at me and smiled and kissed the top of my head.

The two of us continued walking the paths admiring the art surrounding us. You pointed out the beautiful foliage around us, realizing I had absolutely no botanical knowledge at all. You knew the names of the flowers and trees and spoke of your plans for your own gardens.

Then, as we continued down the path, we were both a little startled to come across a sculpture of a lady laying on the ground. We were used to seeing large steel and stone objects that often represented elemental explosions. This subtle figure on the ground was in great contrast. The piece was called, Mirage, by Katrina Tatarovich. Aptly named because at first, the brain assumed the figure was that of a real woman.

You turned to me and said, "Now why do you think she's lying there that way?"

"Because she is exhausted from being thoroughly used by her Master all afternoon," I said, shocked by my words.

I realized I was projecting my own desire on to the art, and hoped you would not realize this to my embarrassment.

You didn't say anything, then pulled me close to you again, putting your mouth to my ear, "Take off your panties. Now, girl. Hand them to me."

I was breathless and started to remove them before looking around me to see if anyone was coming. I caught myself and realized the power you had over me in that moment was so strong I forgot where I was. I looked around and no one was approaching, so I quickly lifted the skirt of my sundress and shimmied out of my panties. I took them in my hand and held them out to you. You walked up to me, as I held out my panties to you and said, "You present to your Master on your knees, girl."

I gave a quick look around and dropped to my knees, feeling the gravel digging in, and held out my hands with my head bowed to you. You walked up to my hand and took my panties and placed them in your pocket. I stayed on my knees waiting for permission to rise, as you said, "Up, girl. Let's continue our stroll."

By now I was intensely sexually charged and dripping wet. I felt my juices flowing down my inner thighs and I was hoping you didn't notice my walking a little funny to accommodate my swollen bits. But you did.

"What's the matter, girl? You're walking a little funny."

I started blushing uncontrollably and couldn't find the words to tell you.

"I have something to make you um.. feel better. Come here."

You led me to a little corner on the pathway and stood in front of me. You took the hem of my sundress and roughly pulled it up, exposing my cunt to any and all who walked by. Then you reached into your pocket and took out a length of rope of yellow and purple, 3/8" poly braid. Before I realized what you were doing, you began weaving the rope between my legs and around my hips fastening the rope in such a way it rubbed the sides of my cunt and clit with every movement.

When you were pleased with your work you gave it a final tug to ensure its snugness and pulled down my dress. I had been gasping and breathing heavily while you worked on me on the verge of collapsing into orgasms at your fingertips.

"Feel better now?" You said, as if you had done a simple task to ease a minor discomfort.

I could barely eek out the words, "Yes, Sir.

"Good. Let's continue."

With every step the rope rubbed my clit and cunt lips and I could barely bring one foot in front of the other. I was now clinging to your arm for balance and support. You took pleasure in my struggling knowing with every movement I was swallowed by pleasure and pain. I was finding it very difficult to listen to your explanation of the art we were seeing as my desires were ignited and I wanted to indulge them.

Down the path we walked some more, rounding a bend we came to a more secluded piece of work, by Paul Muick, called the Two Figure Composition.

Something about the way the figure on the top was leaning back, as if to receive something, struck me deeply.

I turned to you and looked into your eyes, trying to find the proper way to ask. Tempering my wanton desire, I asked, "Please Sir, may i.. " and I looked toward the ground indicating how I wanted to kneel before you and take your stiff cock into my warm wet mouth. I wanted to feel the hard shaft of your cock in my mouth and down my throat as your rope burned my clit.

You stepped back from me and stood in the shadow of the art, unzipping your zipper. I dropped to my knees and leaned back as the figure did waiting to receive. I eagerly took your cock into my mouth, swirling the tip with my tongue, tasting you for the first time, savoring every sensation. Deeper and deeper your shaft explored my mouth and throat and my lips and tongue moved about in perfect rhythm.

I felt you swell as if about to cum and you pulled out of my mouth leaving it agape. You told me to lean back as the sculpture. As I did as you spewed your hot seed in my mouth and around my neck adorning me with a pearl necklace in the warm sunshine. I felt my own orgasm at the edge and you saw my face begin to contort in ecstasy. I looked at you with pleading eyes for permission to cum with you.

"Cum girl!!" You said, and the rope pushed and pulled again as my hips jerked and bucked.

I arched my back with my hands behind me as I covered your rope in my honey. As the orgasm ebbed, I licked my lips and savored your essence as you zipped up and held out your hand for me to rise. I thanked you for my new adornment and for the orgasm, and we finished our tour of the garden.

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Part II

As the sun began to sink in the sky, we made our way back to the main section of the park to prepare to have dinner. We would be dining in the exquisite European style restaurant, and I began to realize how hungry I was. I hadn't eaten before I left, as nerves would not allow. Food was the furthest thing from my mind during our afternoon stroll.

I went to the ladies room to freshen up and to change my shoes. You permitted me to wash off the remains of the day, and to remove the rope from my body, although I was quite sad to do so. I was not allowed to wear panties, however, for the remainder of our time together.

I washed, and freshened my makeup. I had gotten some color on my cheeks from the sunshine, although I wondered if i wasn't glowing from our time together thus far. I brushed my long dark hair and twisted in up with a clip to add a little sophistication to my look and put my sweater around my shoulders, and changed out of my skippy sneakers into my stilettos.

You smiled as I emerged from the bathroom, looking quite refreshed yourself. I knew you approved. I remember how wonderful it was to see that look of approval in your eyes, and how it brought me to such a peaceful place.

You kissed my cheek and I took your arm leading me to the restaurant along the pond. The evening weather was turning out to be as pleasant as the weather we enjoyed all afternoon. As we walked along the pathway, we could see the fish jump here and there. It was their dinner time too, a fact not so pleasant for the bugs flying so close to the water's surface.

My stomach growled and you chuckled as I blushed at my body's betrayal.

"I guess I'm hungry," I said, and you told me about what kind of food the restaurant served, and asked me what I thought I'd like to eat.

"Salmon. I love Salmon, it's my favorite over everything, except lobster, of course."

When we entered the restaurant, a few people were waiting to be seated ahead of us. It gave us time to look around and soak in the ambiance. It was warm and inviting and when the maitre'd approached us, you went up to him and said something into his ear which I could not hear. He brought us back to a remote corner and sat us away from the rest of the guests. I realized you had probably requested this and the host was eager to comply.

The wine steward came over and you ordered us a bottle of wine. We settled into our places soaking in the peace and beauty around us. When he returned with the wine and glasses, he presented the bottle to you for approval and poured you a taste. You nodded and he poured me a glass. He then filled yours. I went to lift the glass to my lips and I saw your eyebrow raise and stopped immediately. There was something about my drinking the wine you didn't seem to approve of.

"You know, pleasure is earned, girl," you said very seriously.

"Yes, Master, I understand."

"Then, what will you do to earn that drink of wine?"

I was not sure what I would do in the restaurant that would please you, so I looked down at my sundress and undid the first two buttons giving you a better view of my generous cleavage and lacy black bra.

You seemed to approve and motioned me the same way you had motioned the wine steward, and I took a sip. It was cool and delicious running down my throat. I immediately felt my arms and chest begin to tingle and a warmth move over me.

We ordered our dinner, and continued drinking and again my stomach began to growl, being somewhat tormented by the wine. When the waiter finally put our food in front of us, I did all I could not to dive into my dish. As if you could read the thoughts going through my head, you quickly reminded me, that pleasure is earned, and directed me to give you my eating utensil. I handed you my silver and searched your face for a clue as to what you wanted me to do. I looked down again at my sundress, realizing if I unbuttoned it anymore I would be just about naked. You shrugged at my realization as you too had realized the same.

You looked down at your plate and made an hmmm.. sound and began to eat, telling me how perfectly cooked your food was. My mouth watered. I took another sip of wine and looked around the restaurant assessing who was around. I then slipped under the table so quickly, you weren't sure I didn't disappear into thin air. Soon you realized where I was as you felt me nestled between your legs under the table. I rested my head on your lap.

You took a piece of your steak between your fingers and brought it to my lips. I opened my mouth and accepted the food, and you whispered, "such a good girl." This was exactly what you wanted me to do. You fed me some baby carrots and string beans from your fingers. I made sure to lick them clean with my tongue, which was beginning to arouse you. I felt the pressure in your groin intensify and I wanted to feel your cock in my mouth once again. You fed me some more and then looked down at me, patting me lightly and told me to return to my seat. I did so with ease and grace and surprisingly no one in the restaurant saw me do so.

As I sat back in my chair, you handed me my fork and told me I could eat after I did one thing for you. You told me to not leave my seat, but to spread my legs wide and take two fingers and place them deep in my cunt while I ate. I did as I was told, spreading my legs wide so my dress would lift, then took the two fingers of my right hand, and dipped them into my dripping wet, needy cunt. I picked up my fork with my left hand and began to eat.

You watched me struggle with my need to eat and my desire to cum. As you ate, you would tell me every so often to fuck myself harder. I complied. I was soon glistening with a light sheen of sweat. When the waiter would come to ask if everything was okay, you spoke for us both assuring him everything was fine. I did all I could to hold myself together.

After toying with me like this for a while you asked me if I wanted to cum. I breathlessly said... "yes, Master." ...you told I would in good time. When you knew I was on the verge, fingers soaked, you told me to remove them and to lick them clean for you. I pulled them out of my aching pussy, almost sighing in anguish, and raised them to my lips. I did as you instructed. When my fingers were clean of my creamy juice, you instructed me to finish my dinner and wine.

We opted to skip desert, eager to feel the cool evening air, and decided to walk a bit after dinner. We knew our time was coming to an end. It was a perfect day. A perfect evening, and it felt as if it had just begun. We walked around the restaurant to a little bridge, and sat on the steps talking some more.

Being so close to each other ignited the flame within me and you held me close and looked deep into my eyes. You asked me for your rope and I took it out of my handbag. It had been soaked with my cum from the afternoon, but had dried making the rope fibers crusted and stiff. You took it and smelled my scent as a sick grin crossed your face. You then took the rope and tied it across my face, forcing it in my mouth as a gag.

I felt my body reacting intensely to your aggression. My cunt began to flow once more. You picked me up and roughly pulled my head back arching me hard as you popped the buttons of my sundress open and exposed my breasts. Pulling off my lacy bra you kneaded and squeezed my tits, twisting my nipples between your fingers, harder and harder until I squealed beneath my cum soaked gag.

Your hands ripped open my dress and it fell to the ground. I was naked before you. Your fingers finding my hot cunt diving deeper and deeper inside me, something you had wanted to do all afternoon. Your hands probing and exploring my holes. The holes that you were about to own with your cock, over and over again. You turned me around bending me over the railing of the bridge as your fingers sunk deeper and deeper into my cunt and into my ass. You felt my body completely open to you like the blooms that surrounded us and you plunged your cock deep into me as my muffled scream released into the night.

Fucking me harder and harder against the railing deeper and deeper owning my cunt, then moving to my ass and giving it the attention it begged for. So tight and hot and receptive to all your pounding and fucking... deeper and deeper. As you were about to explode you take the rope at the base of my neck and pull it back hard so I am fully arched and you cum deep inside my ass, filling me with your hot cum. You continue unabated thrusting and thrusting, driving my orgasm over the edge. Riding me until the waves pass, and exhaustion sets in.

You pull your cock from my ass and remove my gag, demanding I clean you. I drop to my knees and obey my Master. Like the wanton whore that I am, I lick and clean off our fuck from your cock. You wrap your hands in my hair and tell me what a dirty little whore I am, how I am your dirty little whore.

As the intensity of the moment wanes, and the peace resumes, you lift me to my feet and help me dress. You know that as I drive home I will do so with my ass filled with your cum. You know I am yours. You walk me to my car, and kiss me goodbye, making sure I have the proper directions to get home, making sure my sundress is properly buttoned, thinking to yourself... ah, how I love...

Sundresses...

* co-authored with dragonfly-geisha

Session #1 * (a short-story)

When I heard the bell ring I instinctively looked at my watch, it was exactly 7pm. I was hoping you would be a few minutes late so I would have a chance to collect my thoughts and prepare. I had been running about 15 minutes late with my previous appointment. My heart leapt as I went to open the door. I remembered our conversation on the phone and how I felt stirred by the sound of your voice. There was something about your demeanor and your self-assurance that put me on edge and excited me. I straightened out my black knit pencil skirt and white silk blouse and checked my hair in the mirror before opening the door. I wanted to look perfect for you, something I had never done before with other clients.

I opened the door, and there you were standing so tall and strong, your blue eyes meeting my brown eyes immediately as if you had been watching me through the door. You were dressed casually yet professionally, white starched shirt, and sports coat, slacks and loafers. I could see the muscles of your chest protruding through your shirt a bit which I thought quite sexy. You were very handsome and had a calm sense about you. You immediately put out your hand for me to shake and I was fearful that my hand might be trembling a bit as I placed it in yours and exchanged pleasantries.

I invited you in and offered you a seat in one of two winged back chairs. You kindly accepted and we began talking about things. I asked you questions about your work and your life, and you answered them and always followed with a question of your own you had for me. Soon I realized that you were now conducting this interview and I had no desire to reestablish my position, I let go and I felt calm and safe in your presence and highly charged.

As we talked, I felt my body reacting to you in strange ways. A heat started to spread across my flesh and in between my legs, and an energetic tension was building in my muscles. I found myself crossing and uncrossing my legs a great deal, and shifting in my seat. I tried to control my movement as I did not want to appear to be squirming, but there was something about you that was effecting my body. I found the tip of my pencil between my lips more than once in an attempt to relieve the pressure building within me.

Your blue eyes never faltered, and I had a hard time meeting and holding your gaze. I would pretend to write notes on my pad, but would just write incoherent words, I was trying to hold myself together as a battle inside me began to ensue. I didn't understand it, I am usually so controlled and in charge and couldn't figure out what it was about you that was completely overwhelming me. I found it hard to think.

As my initial interviewing period was winding down, and as I held on to the little composure I could muster, I asked you if you had any questions for me.

You did not hesitate as if you were anticipating this very moment.

"What if i started telling you what I was really thinking and that I knew what you were thinking and wanting from your squirming? What would you do?"

I stopped breathing for a moment and could barely get my mouth to move. Had I been that transparent? What was I conveying to you by my actions? Had my mind betrayed me? Before I could think about how to respond, I responded.

"I would probably rise from my chair and find a reason to walk around a bit, to release some of the sexual tension in my body."

I couldn't believe the words I had said. That is exactly what I was feeling, what was building so intensely in my body. Sexual tension. And before I could even admit this to myself, I was admitting it to you.

"Knowing I'd watch every movement? Every step, every little twitch."

Oh, how your stare was intoxicating, and I realized that I felt alive when you watched me, that I loved the way you scrutinized my every movement. I was feeling myself unravel. My thoughts and feelings coming forth for you without inhibition. I didn't understand what was happening.

"I would start to flush hot and my body would yearn to open, like a bloom." I was no longer myself.

"And would you continue to toy with your pencil in your mouth?"

"I think the pencil would be long gone by now..... i don't think i could hold anything at this point..."

"Would you turn your back to me hoping i would approach you from behind?"

"I would for a moment or two, turn my back to you to catch my breath or to regain some sort of composure and....yes.. I would hope I would feel you come up to me from behind."

"And if I stayed seated, but instructed you to let down your hair would you?"

"Yes.. I would..."

"And if I instructed you to turn around to face me to unbutton your blouse?"

"Yes.... I would."


I was shocked by your questions and more shocked by my answers and I stood up and walked around the room. I felt your eyes watching my every movement, weighing my every action. I longed to feel your hands on my neck, and hips and body taking over, fully taking over.

You stayed seated.

"Let down your hair for me, now."

I felt myself freeze a moment as my hands, as if completely under your control, went to my head and undid the clasp in my hair. My long brown tresses fell onto my shoulders.

"Turn around and face me."

I turned.

"Unbutton your blouse."

I felt the battle inside me waging, I knew I was crossing a line, but I complied. I had to. I was no longer the professional woman I was an hour ago. I was becoming your...girl.. your..toy... your... slave...

You rose from your chair and approached me, and I sucked in my breath. I saw you reach into your jacket pocket and you took out a pair of scissors. I froze with fear, not sure of what you intended to do with them and in a swift movement that I could barely comprehend, you cut my bra off, and my breasts were immediately exposed. I sighed and threw my head back arching my back to release some of the tension that was building in my breasts that were longing to be touched and felt.

You took my shirt and re-buttoned it so the silk fabric rubbed against my hard nipples. I moaned with wanton lust hoping you would touch them and taunt them, hoping to feel that sweet luxurious pain. But you do not like to rush things, and wanted that feeling to linger, you had other things in mind.

You told me to sit on my desk facing you, and I did, finding it hard to part my legs in my skirt. I wanted so much to open them wider and wished I had worn something more forgiving. You saw my legs straining against the fabric and took the scissors from your pocket and cut a six inch slit to allow me a little room, yet not too much, as the fabric continued to bind.. I still tried to force my legs open and we both heard the little tearing sounds of the fabric ripping. I so badly wanted to spread my knees for you.. to completely open up.

You reached up my thigh and pulled my right stocking down to my ankle. I bit my lip to help me focus when I felt your hand touch me. Your manicured nails scraped down my inner thigh leaving slight abrasions. I whimpered a bit yet maintained my position, not daring to move. And as you tore off the rest of my skirt to its waistline, freeing my pressing legs, I was relieved. I was also a bit embarrassed about you seeing how incredibly wet and wanton I was.

You then dragged both the armchairs in the office over to the desk and had me spread my legs placing one foot on each of them. My heels dug into the upholstery and I was fully exposed to you. I was twisting inside as you took in my scent, wanting so much to offer you all of me and feeling so exposed. I was fighting the urge to close my legs, yet I wanted more and more. I was hoping you found me pleasing and I realized that things were no longer under my control, that my own body and mind were betraying me as if no longer mine.

You sensed this complete acquiescence and stood up taking your hands and placing them firmly behind my neck. You pulled me toward your lips, kissing me softly. I looked into your eyes as our lips touched then closed them as I dissolved into you.

You told me to unbutton your shirt, and I obeyed. I had been wanting to for a while, and was waiting for the opportunity. I ran my hands over your chest and down to your stomach, feeling your heat in my hands. I wanted to press my naked flesh against you.

"Spread your legs wider, slut. "

I sat back and obeyed, as you pushed your fingers into my dripping wet cunt, and I was grateful you did. You pulled out your fingers and brought them to your lips to taste, then grabbed me by the back of my head and placed a hard deep kiss on my mouth so I could taste myself too.

Then you ripped my blouse wide open and I heard the buttons ricocheting here and there.. I quickly envisioned myself on the floor later crawling around to find them, not to repair the blouse, but to keep as tokens of this moment. I know I will often keep them in my pocket or purse and finger them remembering the intensity of your kiss, of my tongue deep in your mouth, of your teeth holding my tongue still as a whimper escapes.

I feel myself pull back a bit as your bite reminds me that I am not in charge, although my lust fights to take over. You release my tongue I whisper "please...please..." although I'm not sure what I'm begging for. You grab my hair firmly at the nape of my neck and pull back a few inches to look at my face completely and demand I open my eyes.

"What is it that you want, slut?"

My mind betrays me as the words spill out.

"To.. taste... you, Sir.. to taste your cock..."

I hear the words as if they've come from the lips of another, and I realize that any trace of the girl I was prior to this session is long gone. You smile at this realization as you see it spread over my face, and decide to grant my request, my plea.

Your hand is still grasping my hair at the nape of my neck and you do not release me as you position yourself on the chair my pumps are digging into. My body follows and I am on my knees between your legs, feeling your grip and smelling the musk of your scent. I want more.

You unzip your trousers, slowly, watching me bite and lick my lips in anticipation. You hold out your cock for me and instruct me to lick the tip, which I do lovingly. I taste the first drops of precum and look up into your eyes. Your own desire presses and you take my head and guide it over your shaft plunging deep into my warm wet mouth and into my throat. You guide me up and down, showing me the rhythm which you find most pleasurable and when you are sure I understand, you release my neck and hair and sit back as I suck and stroke your cock.

I love it's warmth and hardness and I feel my own juices begin to flow down my thighs. I spread my legs wider as I suck deeper and deeper. You let me indulge for a while and then you stop me by the nape of my neck and push yourself deep into my throat gagging me. You smile at what a slut I am.

You pull me off of you and stand up, forcing me to stand with you and you turn me around and bend me over the desk. You push up my skirt and see the soaking wet lace panties clinging to my cunt. You take the scissors and cut them off so you can see my ass and glistening cunt and the flowing juices. You knock my foot with your own indicating you want me to spread wider

"Wider still, cunt." I obey.

Your hand is still gripping my hair forcing me to arch my back and expose my breasts. My hands are flat on the desk pushing myself up to ease your grasp. I feel your fingers stroking my cunt and I cry out. How badly I need them to plunge deep inside of me, stroking and teasing as the moisture increases.

"Is this what you want slut?"

"Oh.. yes.. yes.. Sir...."

You know that I am completely owned in this moment. I am your slut and your whore.

You let go of my hair and grasp my hips and impale me on your cock. I gasp and almost cum with your first thrust. You ride me hard and put your hands on my ass, occasionally slapping it and admiring the redness that rushes to the surface... Perhaps you are assessing it for further exploration, a territory you plan to conquer. Fucking and slapping, pulling me back by my hair, telling me in my ear how you knew I was such a slut, and wanted your cock deep inside my cunt all along... telling me how there is not a thought in my mind you do not see, that you do not own. You tell me that you want me to feel me cum on your cock and demand I do so.

"NOW GIRL!"

I cum, and cum hard. You control my body as it spasms with pleasure, pounding me harder and harder with each stroke. You feel your own orgasm rising, and pull out of my cunt. You turn me around and force me to my knees. I know what you want and open my wanton mouth as you plunge deep into my throat again. I can taste myself on your shaft as I feel you swell. I know you are going to cum. You do. Hot spurts into my mouth and on my face. I smile as I revel in your essence...

You lift me from my knees, and hold me for a while, not saying anything. Just enjoying the peaceful calm after such an intensely sexual storm.

And then you book another appointment...



*co-authored with dragonfly