Julia looked up from my fresh, tongue cleaned crotch, awaiting instruction. I
smiled and extended my hands. She rose, smiling and held them. She was
glowing. “Go shower off now. I’m going to order up some coffee and talk to your
employer,” I said, gesturing to where I knew the hidden camera was. Julia did
a double take, then smiled and reached over for her clothes. “No, no,” I said gently, putting my hand over hers. “Go shower, then come back
and put your clothes back on.” “But…..but I’ll have to walk past the others….naked,” she protested. “Yes, that’s right, you will. And you stink of sex, also.
I was going to let
you go with that, but you questioned me, and you didn’t address me properly,”
I said, chastising her. “I’m sorry, Master,” she said. The thought of walking past her coworkers
obviously made her nervous, prone for humiliation, and excited despite
herself. “Now I’ll have to do something about that. Now bend over and let me see that
big beautiful ass of yours again.” She did as she was told, and was getting excited again. I slipped my left
hand down her stomach and between her legs to cup her wet pussy. I held it
firmly in my hand, ostensibly to control her, but more to excite her so much
she would gladly do what I told her to. I lifted the belt and brought it down
hard accross her ass. The lash wrapped around to hug her plump cheeks. She
jumped and squealed at the discipline, and her breathing became labored. I
smacked again three times, and I could barely hold onto her pussy it was so
wet. I let go and she wimpered.
“Now walk out there and tell your secretary to bring me some coffee. You can
warn her about what I did to you just to let her shake a little. I plan on
fucking her, too. In the meantime I’ll talk to your employer. Tell the
accountant to cut me a check and messenger it to me. Or you can deliver it
later, if you care to. Go ahead now.” Her chest was heaving, shaking her firm breasts. The marks from her latest
whipping were showing pink and red on her gorgeous round ass. She was covered
in perspiration and cum, and she smelled very strongly of sex. She opened the
door and headed out. I put my clothes back on and settled down to take with ‘the employer.’ I looked up at the camera and smiled. “I expect you enjoyed the show.
As much
as I appreciate controlling your very attractive staff, this is also to let
you konw who I am. If you truly want to serve me, I am willing to meet you. I
heard the reasons you were interested in me, but I can’t gurantee you that I
won’t need to be harsher with you. Making a slave submit is a very personal
affair.” I knew speaking to her this way would make her wet. She wanted me because
something in her was afraid to submit herself to the control of a man. The
reason she wanted this situation at all was her need to be controlled. I couldn’t imagine really hurting her, or anyone for that matter. I found no
pleasure in severe pain. But it was the power of the mind that excited me. It
was the threat of pain, punishment and humiliation that allowed a woman to
open up to me as society would never normally permit it. “You have about two minutes before your secretary comes in here,” I said at
the hidden camera. “Go get a cucumber, peel it, disrobe and heat it in your
mouth. Make sure it’s the biggest one you have, and don’t cut it down or thin
it. I want you to fuck yourself with it when I take her. I will expect that
cucumber packed in plastic and shipped to me in dry ice. Don’t think of
disobeying me.” I of course wouldn’t be able to tell if she had used the cucumber or not. But
I knew she would do what I told her. I knew she was trembling now at the
thought of doing it, and at the thought of being like one of her employees,
one of my victims, one of my slaves. The door opened and the accoutant held the door open for the secretary. He
looked around, half expecting to see me naked and insane, brandishing a whip.
Instead I sat clothed, one leg crossed over the other. I smiled and waved.
Embarrassed he nodded a bow and fled, the door closing behind him. The slim, small secretary stood just inside the room holding a tray with
coffee, cups and saucers, spoons and cream and sugar. She was trembling and
the plates rattled. I forced myself to hold back my laughter. She must have been about 5′ tall, and probably weighed no more than 100
pounds. She was so small. Her body barely curved where a woman’s would. Even
her hair was almost childlike. It was cut to look thin, and while it was down
now it looked like it had been cut to be put in pig tails. When she wasn’t at
work I imagined she must look like an animated character- she was a woman who
looked like a child. I had no delusions that life for women was rarely easy. For one who looked
like a little girl, it must be especially tough. I pictured men either
avoiding her or thinking of her as a child. I would do neither. “Why don’t you put that tray down,” I said softly, looking into her eyes. She put the tray down and hopped backwards, as if afraid I would reach out and
grab her. I pulled the tray close to me. “Pour me a cup of coffee, nothing in it,” I said. She came over to where I was seated and reached in front of me, bending to
reach the tray. I watched her. She set up the cup and started to pour, shaking
a little. “Did Julia tell you what I did to her?” I asked. The secretary nodded furiously, biting her nip in nervousness. “Did you know that I will have you, too?” Of course she could have told me I wouldn’t and leave. I knew she wouldn’t. Her eyes were wide and she shook. Coffee was beginning to splash out of the
pot. I took it from her and set it down. I picked up my cup and sipped. It was
excellent coffee. “I want you to put your hair the way you wear it when you’re not working,” I
said to her. She reached into her pockets and had pig tails in on time. Now
she had that cute, sexy look I had imagined she did. I smiled. “I like it,” I
said. “Come here,” I said, gesturing to her with a finger. She hesitantly came to
me and I moved to whisper in her ear. My deep voice was a little hoarse as a
whisper. “You know I want you. I want you as the beautiful woman I can see
you are. Your employer is watching, and I’m sure she’d like to see me take
you. I think you’d like me to take you, and you’d like to have her watch. But
I’m giving you this chance- if you’re afraid, I’ll let you go now.” She shook from the rumbling of my voice, the feel of my words on her ear. She
gulped hard.
I had no doubt she wanted me, that she was more excited than she
had ever been. Her heart pumped loudly. “If you want to go,” I whispered, “take the tray and leave. Otherswise stand.” I moved away from her ear and looked ahead, leaving her at my peripherary and
I sipped my coffee. In my peripheral vision I saw her stand where she was,
shaking. Without looking at her I spoke. “Take your clothes off.” I could see her chest heave so hard I thought she was going to have a heart
attack. I tried to play it cool and drink my coffee. In moments, she was
fumbling with her shirt. When I turned to look at her her shirt, slacks socks
and shoes were off. She stood looking at me wearing white cotton panties and a
white bra. Her body was not womanly, but still so feminine. Her skin was visibly warm
and soft and smooth. With my eyes locked on hers, she undid her bra and let
it fall. Her a cup breasts stood out like firm, ripe bumps, without hanging.
Her dark nipples stuck straight out from them. There was nothing girlish
about her. A small smile grew on my face and her trembling lessened. She looked into my
eyes intensely. She hooked her thumbs in her panties and drew them down. When
she stood I saw where her slim legs met her body in the gentlest of curves and
a thick patch of black pubic hair. I closed my eyes slowly, opening them again
to see that she recognized how attracted I was to her. “What wou ld you like me to do now, Sir?” she asked, her accent much heavier
than Julias. “Take this coffee from me,” I told her and offered the cup. She took it and
put it on the tray, reaching in front of me, spreading her legs slightly,
moving a breast so close to my face. “Now get on your knees here and open my pants.” She knelt, looked in my eyes and undid my pants. Without further instruction,
she pulled my boxer briefs out and down and held my growing cock in her tiny
hand. I put my hand genlty on her head and brought her close to my thickening cock.
“Go on,” I said, “blow me, my slave.” It sounded like she started hyperventilating. Her wet, plump lips opened as
wide as they could, and like Julia’s hot, wet pussy had, she took me in her.
She could only fit half of my swelling cock head in her mouth, and she
struggled to fit more, sucking and tonguing wildly as she did. Her head
twisted, trying to find the right angle to approach to get more of my manhood,
thicker than her wrist, into her eager mouth. The sensation of only having my cock head sucked was so intense and over
stimulating I only let her serve me on her knees for a few moments. I stood, pulling my belt back out of the loopholes of my pants. “What sort of
slave are you?
You can’t even suck your Master’s cock down your throat?” I
said, now holding the belt in such a way she knew I meant to whip her with it.
“You know what’s coming now, don’t you?” She nodded, her clear, wet almond eyes shining and her pigtails shaking. She
bent over the table, pressing her breasts against the cool table, spread her
legs to brace herself, and stuck her round little rump up for her beating. My
cock was as hard as a rock. My left hand gripped her hip tightly, and I looked at her firm, thin legs,
her thick bush of pussy hair hanging between her legs. Her round ass cheeks
met in a cleavage that hid her indubiously vice tight sphincter, and my cock
oozed cum at the thought of seeing it. I dragged the belt along her back, up the backs of her legs. She trembled and
whimpered. Then I smacked her ass with the belt, the noise startling and loud.
Her hands reached back to cover her ass. “Put those hands between your legs, on your pussy, where I can see them,” I
told her. I would whip her until she couldn’t contain masturbating from my
control of her. She put her hands between her legs, placing them there loosely. “For that you’ll get twenty slaps on the ass with my belt. I want you to count
them off. Any mistakes and you get two more.” I saw her grip her pussy in
nervousness. I smacked her round little ass again and again, never in the same spot twice.
Each time I held her tightly with one hand, controling her, heating her to the
core. And I spoke to her. “How does that feel, you slut? Do you like to have a thick dicked man whip
your beautiful round ass?” Her fingers dug into her pussy, bracing against
the harsh words and snapping blows of my belt. Half done with her discipline she was howling at each smack of the belt. Her
ass was red and hot. “How do you expect to satisfy me if you’re full, wet lips can’t spread wide
enough to make me cum in your mouth?” Smack! Her fingers were kneading her
pussy, slipping in and out, glistening. “Is that hairy pussy of yours going to spread open when I slide into it?”
Smack! Smack! Smack! Three fingers slid in and out of her soaked cunt, the
other hand milking her swollen clit. She was screaming now, her ass and crotch
on fire. “Or am I going to have to push my oozing cock head between this round ass
cheeks and fill your tight ass with my cock?” She howled now, making herself
cum. I smacked her ass continously, losing count. She cried and shook, her ass
red and her cunt throbbing and glistening. I put the belt around her waist and fastened tight enough to hold her arms in
place. I held onto the belt at her back and guided my cock toward her pussy
and her hands. “Get me lubricated with your cum. Then I want you to finger fuck that pussy
until I tell you to stop. I’m going to fill your ass.” A gutteral moan came from her, her legs swayed and her hips bucked. She
stroked my cock with her cum soaked hands and rubbed me up between her
excited pussy lips. I took each of her round little ass cheeks in my hands
and spread them. Her tight rear hole was there, between the hot reddened
cheeks of her plump little ass.
I laid my cock between those cheeks and rubbed my fat, swollen cock head
against her. Her asshole tightened and loosened in response to the wet
contact. Her moaning hadn’t stopped. I held my cock with one hand, the belt
with the other, and pushed in. Her asshole stretched wide, her screaming
grew. Finally the purple head of my excited cock popped past her cum
lubricated sphincter. Her scream was like that of someone going up and then
down on a rollercoaster. Expectation, and then uncontrollable sensation. Her fingers worked furiously, fingering her fur covered pussy. Her ass,
gorgeously stretched around my thick cock, bucked back at me. She screamed and
cried, shook her pig tails, and came so hard she could barely see. Her whole body rocked against me, rubbing her small, firm breasts against the
cool conference table. I held onto the belt with both hands, looking at where
my cock spread and filled her ass, and rode her, like a Master rides a prized
animal. “Oh….yes….,” I moaned over her gutteral moans and screams, “Oh you are
such a perfect whore,” I said sweetly to her. Her screams rose to blood
curdling levels. Her ass threatened to snap my ass fucking piston in half.
The door threw open and the accountant, a bell boy and a naked, but clean
Julia looked like they thought I was killing this secretary. “Oh…..fuck…..yes,” I said, ignoring them. “Oh….your…..ass. Oh I’m
going to cum in you my whore!” My cock throbbed, somehow, stretching her
asshole even more. I slammed deap in her, rubbing my pubic hair against her
sensitized, beaten ass. She screamed hard, her eyes bulging, her rock hard nipples almost chiseling
the table. Her pussy spasmed again and again as my erupting cock shot my cum
deep into her. After the last spurt I tenderly undid the belt and plopped my cock from her
ass. With out prompting, with Julia, the bell boy and the accountant looking
on, she knelt, and sucked my hard worked cock clean, all the while dripping
her cum and mine onto the carpet.