The street is dark and he is alone. Handcuffs hurt his wrists… Three hours ago, he was drunk and enjoying his last night of freedom. Now he is sober and the joke of being tied to a lamppost is wearing pretty thin…

He can hear footsteps approaching, but cannot see who it is. Might be the guys he was drinking with earlier? They have had their fun, but now they are returning to untie him. It could even be Alison, his fiancée. The hen night has to finish sometime. The lamppost he is fastened to is on her way home.

But he hopes that it isn’t Jennifer, Alison’s mother. There are already enough reasons
for her to dislike him. He didn’t need any more black marks in her book. But it isn’t any of those people. He catches a glimpse of a black uniform. See a radio fastened to a jacket. It is the police.

He closes his eyes and hopes they don’t see him… “What have we here then?” a voice asks from behind. Sounds like a female officer… He can’t see her though. He wants to explain about the stag night. He I knows that if he tries to explain it will come out wrong. He will be in even deeper trouble…

“Are you going to explain yourself then?” the officer must be able to see that he is naked. But he feels more comfortable being arrested on a public indecency charge by a woman than by a man.

“Didn’t you hear me sir. I asked what you are doing, secured to this lamppost?”

He decides to come clean…

“Officer. I can explain everything…”

“Can you?”

He grimaces… How is he going to get out of this? When the officer moves from behind him, he can see that she is pretty. He also sees her uniform. Thick, black cloth… Serious looking… Commanding respect… Oozing with authority…

The officer stands before him… Hands behind back… Chest thrust out… Shiny buttons on her jacket lock the woman inside, away… All he sees is a law enforcer…

The officer looks him up and down from beneath the peak of her hat. He is almost as scared of the fact that she hasn’t spoken to his face yet, than he is of the prospect of spending a night in a cell.

Alison will kill him if he is not at St. Cuthberts at ten o’clock tomorrow. “Officer. I am getting married tomorrow. This is my stag night. That’s why I’m tied to this lamppost. If you can just find a way to get me free, then I can go home and…”

“Go home. I’m afraid you’re not going home. We’ll have to do this by the book.”

The officer brings a hand around to her side. Holding a truncheon. He winces…

“Yes. I am afraid you’ll have to miss you’re wedding. I think an appointment with the magistrate is more probable than an appointment with the vicar.”

The truncheon is being tapped against her thigh. A taste of what he will be getting if he doesn’t cooperate. This is not looking good…

“Let me see now… A fire crew with some bolt cutters to get the handcuffs off… An ambulance crew in case the firemen slip with bolt cutters… That should be enough… Don’t you think?”

The thought of all those people arriving makes him even more nervous. He can’t take his eyes off the truncheon. The officer sees that he is staring at her. Follows his gaze to the truncheon she wields against her thigh.

“I do hope that you are looking at my truncheon sir. And not my skirt!”

The end of the truncheon is lifted to just below his nose. This is getting a bit too aggressive.

“What’s the matter? You like a girl in uniform do you?”

He does and he says nothing. Fearing reprisal… The truncheon lowers to his cock…

“Excites you does it? The thought of a woman in uniform? You pathetic little maggot… You make me sick!”

He feels the truncheon touch his cock and he is worried…

“You’re just a worm aren’t you? A dirty little worm!”

The truncheon takes the weight of his cock. He is more worried.

“Well come on then worm! What do you think I am wearing under this uniform? That’s what you are thinking about isn’t it? Tell me! Or your wife to be will have to put it in a splint to use it!”

His cock falls away from the truncheon and bounces back in front of his balls. He tries to answer…

“Hmm. Pantyhose?” He says trying to be as vague as possible.

“Pantyhose… Do these look like pantyhose to you?”

The policewoman lifts her skirt to just below the gusset of her panties. Stockings. A suspender belt, which divides and frames the pale flesh of her thighs… No pantyhose… He got the answer wrong… Go straight to jail. Do not pass GO… Do not collect 200… Searching the officer’s expression, he sees nothing, which tells him that he is about to have my cock beaten with the truncheon…

“Look worm! That’s right… Look! A real woman under the uniform… Would you believe it? Legs. And do you know what? Between them, there is a real pussy… Oh yes. Shaven too! And I like to get it fucked once in a while… Not by the likes of you of course… I like real men. Not worms!”

The police officer spits the words at him. Pulls the gusset to one side… Slides the truncheon through… Against her slit… He sees every detail… The truncheon slipping back and forth… Even the juices that make the leather wet and shiny… He can’t believe his eyes!

“Are you getting a good enough look?”

The truncheon slides out looking sticky and is raised into the air… Then it comes down fast. Whistling through the air. It contacts with his left knee and he goes down. The handcuffs clink against the lamppost and they stop him from slumping into the road… He looks up at the police officer in disbelief and he looks like a frightened
animal.

“Hmm. Just where all men should be… At a woman’s feet!”

The police officer steps back slightly as if to kick him and he turns his head to flinch and the heel of the officers’ shoe comes to rest on his shoulder… No kick, no pain, just relief and he looks up… His eye follows the line of the officers’ leg. From the calf, to the knee, to the thigh, to the stocking top, over the creamy flesh, and into the dark cave hooded by the officers bunched up skirt. He strains his eyes for a better look. A plump hairless mound. Dark, shiny lips hang underneath. The dreaded truncheon comes back into view and is buried between the lips… Goes in easily… Oh. My. God… The effect on him is instant. His cock rears between his crouched legs. The tip emerges from its foreskin angry at being woken… But he can see nothing but that truncheons shiny leather as it slips in and out… The thickness spreads dark lips and he can almost smell the juices, which cling… And then he does as the truncheon is thrust against his cheek and dragged over to his lips.

“Open your mouth WORM!” The officer barks at him… The truncheon is forced between his lips and he tastes the saltiness and feels the warmth… His cock cranes away from his thigh and it has never felt so hard… Or so big!

“Is that for me WORM?”

The police officer has seen his excitement… He doesn’t want to think about the consequences of her disapproval… Now that he has seen where the officer likes to stick the truncheon, he is less intimidated but he still doesn’t want to risk its deployment… His leg still aches and the police officer takes the shoe off of his shoulder… Her foot lands beside him and the other foot is brought over his leg and comes to rest on the other side. The material of the police officers’ panties is just an inch from his face and smells so good… Wide hips obscure his view of everything else. All he can see is lace, satin and flesh… The officer is teasing him… Wants to see him lunge for the bait… He knows better and he waits…

“Good boy… The others always try to push their faces into our panties… You are the only one who has resisted and I am impressed! Maybe you aren’t such a worm after
all? You deserve a prize?”

Adjusting the position of her feet, the police officer crouches. The smooth nylon of the stockings glides across his thighs with the descent. Meets the searching tip of his erection with her cunt… He wants to thrust with his hips but he doesn’t because he knows the rules so once again he waits for permission… Commending him on his patience, the officer sinks slowly onto his eager shaft… Slowly downwards… Stopping only when their tangled limbs prevent any further penetration… His thickness spreads the officer open wide and every muscle in his body tells him to thrust… HARD! But it is not his prerogative… He must wait!

The cold buttons of the officers’ jacket are against his face pushing him against the hard lamppost. The buttons are unfastened from the top… One by one… Gradually exposing the cleavage beneath… The jacket falls open and heavy tits fill the officers’ bra. Smooth flesh bursting from the sweeping cups… Seed wells in his cock… Pressure is building and he needs to release it… Shoot it in thick ropes…

He looks into the officers’ eyes and his eyes plead for mercy… For release from the torment… The officer begins… Slowly rises… Away from my invasion… Up… Until the warm night air surrounds his tip… And then down… Quickly… Savagely… Again… And again… Faster! Deeper! Harder! The pace builds and the force is wild… Her tits threaten to bounce free from their cups and a nipple pokes through thin lace brushing his lip. The bra cups struggle to restrain their content and molten semen burns at the base of his cock… Smouldering… Ready to erupt any moment… He warns the officer with a series of desperate gasps… Her mouth opens and bites the air inhaling deeply… The officer stops… Perfectly rigid… Silent lips contract to a pout riding the wave of pleasure and he cannot hold back…

His cock pumps semen out of his balls and into the officer’s cunt filling and expanding her further… Sweet release rips through his tortured manhood then once again, the street is dark and he is alone… Handcuffs still hurt his wrists…

Fifteen minutes ago, he thought a policewoman was about to arrest him but instead, she exploited his vulnerability, used him for sex and then left…

We had been discussing an idea for a video while riding out across the downs to Cousley Wood and the idea sounded rather fun so we shot it as soon as we got back to the house here… We titled it “Gym Bitch” and the formatting has just finished so I have uploaded it straight up into the Premier Video Library together with a whole load of screen captures…

Also, as I promised last week I have just started putting some of my very first photos from my own personal photo collection up into the photo gallery here too and I am sure that you will find them rather interesting… After retrieving them from my husbands office I personally scanned a few of the photos myself up onto the “photo editor” and they were bringing back so many happy memories that I actually ended up scanning them all myself…

Its 10.30pm and I am sitting alone in the conservatory looking out over the large garden and driveway… The lights are off and I am is sitting in an armchair as I place my cell phone back down onto the coffee table… I had been watching a film on the television, grown bored with it and then on a whim I had phoned one of Lady Imogen’s stable hands… He had caught my eye on my last visit to Freshwater and I had asked him for his phone number when he was waiting to take my horse back to the stable after riding out with Mrs Harrington…

A beautifully muscular young twenty year old with powerful arms and the way that his skin tight jodhpurs were stretched across his exquisitely formed bottom was really rather breath taking… So I had decided to phone him so that I could tell him that I was sitting there naked except for my knee-high spike heeled black leather-riding boots… I told him that I wanted to undress before speaking with him… And then I asked him to describe his cock to me as I listened to him squeeze it and stroke it as I described all of the decadent things that I would love to do with him during my next visit… I had felt myself getting wet as I described the things that I wanted to do with him… The way that he gasped as I told him that I was going to feel him… Suck him… And then ride him and I could hear him masturbating as I described my long hard nipples to him over the telephone… I described the way that I like to have my unusually large nipples sucked pulled and bitten and then as I started to describe my clitoris to him I shuddered with excitement as I listened to him gasp and moan as he empted his balls in hard thick jets with my encouragement… He was still panting and gasping as I had told him that I planned to travel down to Freshwater during November and how much I was looking forward to putting him to use then I switched off the phone and put it down before he had a chance to say anything more…

Opening my handbag I took out the small stainless steel vibrator that I keep there for just such occasions and very carefully I switched it on to its highest setting and the vibrator hummed beautifully as I leaned back and parted my lovely long legs wide so that I could tease the tip of my clitoris… I am very aware of the minute movements that are caressing her as I go to work… The sensation is stronger now and I am ready to concentrate fully on my own pleasure… I move the intricate little vibrator down a little and then ease the toy slowly in and out of myself… It glides effortlessly past my wet, pink lips and my hips are swaying up and down… Now my finger moves across my clit with more and more passion as I slide the vibrator out and I move my free hand up over my stomach to find a long hard throbbing nipple, pinching it slightly between my forefinger and thumb… Mmmm… If only that rather delicious young van driver today had realised how excited I had got as I watched him looking down my blouse… Ooohh… I had leaned forwards on purpose so that he had a clear view down my blouse to my half-cup platform bra… So that he could get a full view of my huge brown nipples… And as he stood there looking I had felt a little tingle of electricity run through my body… I knew that he would have to masturbate later as he fantasized about me… And I had shuddered with the realisation that I would have to masturbate myself later as well…

My lips part slightly and a quiet moan escapes… My finger slides over my clit and dives deeply into my wet, tight cavern and my hips rise higher as my breath quickens… I knead my breast with more intensity now and gasp with each stroke of my finger… I push my head back deeper into the back of the arm chair and I quicken my pace, alternating between the intense pleasure of pressure on my clit and my need for penetration… Short, soft breaths escape from between my lips and my legs have begun to shake slightly… The movement of my hips no longer subtle, they raise to meet every thrust of my hand… I begin to cry out encouragement to myself, hitting just the right spot… I have lost all awareness of my surroundings, feeling the orgasm take over every muscle in my body and my breath catches between each gasp for air… The pleasure courses through my body, first through my sex then radiating out through every limb of my body and I press back into the armchair enjoying the euphoria that comes with such an intense orgasm… I lay there, a slight smile touching my lips, feeling my juices running down the inside of my thighs… Still unconsciously tracing my erect nipples with one hand, I raise the other and I suck my finger deeply into my mouth tasting the sweet nectar…

Yesterday afternoon was the first day in ages that I actually got to ride out by myself. Of course I do love to ride out with friends and fellow riders but yesterday I just felt like a hard gallop around the copse and being able to go and do just as I pleased. I must have been out for over two hours because by the time I arrived back at the yard the light was just starting to go and there was a dampness in the air that was making my hunters breath quite visible still breathing quite heavily from the gallop back.

Just as I turned the corner and prepared to dismount so that I could walk my horse to the stable I saw that my husband and three of his “business associates” had walked around from his office at the rear of the house making their way to the car park to leave when they looked over to me and then they seemed to stop dead in their tracks with their eyes transfixed to my body.

It was really quite strange… I had been quite galloping hard so I was still very hot and catching my breath… I was aware of the cool dampness in the air and it felt so good that I had taken off my black riding jacket and placed it across the front of my saddle in front of me so that I could feel the cool air properly. My thin white cotton “show shirt” let the cool air through beautifully and I could feel the sweat cooling on my cleavage as my nipples started to harden as the air cooled them.

Without needing to look down I could feel that the thin show shirt was now wet with sweat and clinging to me and as all of the eyes watching me fixed upon my nipples I could almost read their minds…

My husband… The thrill of seeing me being “watched” so lewdly, so lustfully, so obviously, would be sure to have an instant reaction on him. Already making “little suggestions” about parties and stables hands it was already obvious to me that he has been craving to watch me “enjoy myself” with someone… I still have not made up my mind about that yet!

The athletic looking guy in his late thirties… Despite standing next to my husband he was still unable to tear his eyes from my gently swaying breasts and the near perfect view of my now throbbing nipples… His lips curled into a wicked smile as I can see the pictures that he is playing in his mind… This one has already made a rather clumsy pass at me once while at a business party in London. I laughed when he had suggested that we should go on a “secret weekend” together in Brighton…

The younger quiet guy with the confident stare… I had noticed the growing bulge in his trousers a few weeks before while at a meeting with my husband and it is quite obvious that he has an “impressive build”… A couple of times over the last few weeks I have thought about approaching him as soon as I had the chance so that I could explore him properly. I can almost read the lust in his eyes as I ride past him…

Lastly the older bald headed stern little guy in his fifties… I have seen this “creature” on a number of occasions over the last few months. A London estate agent, no more than five feet five inches tall, about a stone overweight from too many business lunches and too many restaurants on business nights away. I have never seen him give so much as even a hint of a smile and his eyes always seem to be undressing all of the ladies in the room… I can imagine that on his numerous business trips away he would be seeking out “professional” ladies to explore his various little “perversions” with while safely out of site from his rather straight-laced wife… I always imagine him seeking out the more expensive rather “specialised” escorts who would allow him to tie them up before he enjoyed himself with them properly… His eyes were on me now as I rode past him… Unblinking and no attempt made at all to hide his gaze from me… I knew that he was going to masturbate as soon as the opportunity arose now… I could almost picture him wanking furiously as I looked down upon him and watched his eyes examine me…

As I dismounted and handed the reins of my hunter to the stable hand I headed straight off to the showers. I knew that I would not be disturbed there and I had the sudden urge to masturbate…

Marcus was a loyal husband. He would never have thought about cheating on his beautiful wife, Victoria, in the same way in fact that she thought that it would be just so impossibly boring to remain loyal to just one man. In fact, he was so devoted to her that he would often find it difficult to concentrate on anything else. He would think of that slender neck, her red hair that was even shorter than his own… This style had always appealed to him, especially when his Beloved had started wearing hers that way. Her model-like figure and bright green eyes were constant diversions as well as her soft, seductive voice…

There was something that he had never mentioned to her, however and that was his interest… His obsession with her feet. Many times he had tried to pleasure her feet by rubbing them with perfumed oil after a long day at the stables. Even though she wore handmade leather riding boots he knew they must be tired. She seemed annoyed with his efforts, uncomfortable with his attention… He was afraid to tell her that he was sexually aroused by the very sight of those wrinkly soles and pink toes that wiggled so playfully each time she took off stockings and shoes. He knew she would shudder at the thought that the aroma of her feet after a day of working was like an erotic perfume to him. He longed to share the desire that engulfed him when she would sit, cross-legged and dangle her high heels while they were sitting in the office, exposing that delicious heel. He noted that on those day that he was allowed to accompany her to the stables, he couldn’t tell her the first thing about the horses or the stable hands when she had wanted to discuss them on the way home…

When the couple would go out, Marcus would delight in glancing at the feet of other women, and fantasizing that they were the feet of his Victoria, and that she would suddenly be daring to the point of wearing the various styles of shoe that he so often saw in public. He pictured her in black riding boots, like the ones he saw on a woman in her 40’s that had sat across from them at a local restaurant. He blushed as the tall blond at the mall noticed his gaze at her stockinged feet in high-heeled sandals. He longed for his attractive wife, sensitive to him in all other ways, to allow him to dress her feet in these various styles, to him so very sexy and then allow him to pleasure them while pleasuring himself by being the worshipper of her feet.

One day as she left for the stables he had a day at home with nothing in particular planned. After he got up and ate breakfast with Victoria, she went off to the stables with a passionate goodbye kiss at the door. He went back to bed and slept in until the sun through the bedroom window woke him as he wondered what (or who…) she was going to experience today…. He wasn’t sure what he would do today as he sat up on the side of the bed. Her rubbed his eyes and looked down on his feet. They were the rough, unattractive feet of a man. He wondered what made the feet of his beloved and indeed all other women so appealing and yet made his own so repulsive to him…

Just then, a monumental thought occurred to him; perhaps he could stimulate himself and satisfy his lust for her feet alone. He was in the mood for lovemaking much more often than she was and had grown accustomed to occasional secret masturbation because he knew how it would annoy her to find that he had been pleasuring himself without her around. She regarded masturbation as a reward to be allowed as and when she decided and would probably demand a full confession and God knows what else if she knew he did it secretly. He thought that it would be fruitless to tell her that he was always thinking of her when he did it, though it was true, because the repulsion would not be lessened. Still, this was a day off and a cupboard full of her shoes awaited his anxious tongue. It was to be a day he would not soon forget…

Clothed only in his silky, red boxers, he wandered into the bedroom dressing room in which there was her immense collection of shoes. They lay before him in various colours and styles, shoes that he had bought for her, but she only wore to the stables or formal evenings out. His favourites were a pair of five inch black patent leather court shoes that shined in even the slightest amount of light. They kept her little feet in a near tiptoe position, causing her already firm, elegant legs to look even more toned and sexy. She had worn them only once when a new stable hand had caught her eye and that was not for a very long period of time. He had guessed that she had had her fun with her prey and then moved on to other distractions… His feet were only slightly larger than hers and for fun; he thought he might try them on. He tried them
on and they were a little snug, but he liked the feel of them on his feet and liked even more the stirring in his boxers that this strange new sensation was causing. Knowing that he had all day to do what he liked, Marcus then grabbed all of the shoes and threw them in a pile on the floor. Gleefully, he pulled down his restrictive boxers; removing them from his ankles and over the high heels he wore and discarded them on the floor. He then lay down on the floor, surrounded by the sensual footwear and inhaled that familiar aroma, magnified by the number of shoes she had only occasionally wore, along with her favourites, a pair of red spike heeled dress shoes. He grasped one of the shoes and raised it to his nostrils. The pungent smell excited him wildly, causing his already stiff member to throb with heated anticipation. He hadn’t even touched it yet! With the blue flat in one hand and still wearing the patent court shoes, he opened her dresser drawer and found her wads of stockings there free for the borrowing. He had always wondered if it felt as sexy to wear the stockings as it felt to see legs and feet in them. He took off the heels and pulled on a silky pair of black nylons, also a present from him which she had never allowed him to see her wear. Putting the heels back on, he felt another new and erotic sensation, more potent than the heels alone. His legs felt covered and bound, yet exposed to the cool breeze entering the bedroom window as well. He was strangely aroused by the sight of his hard cock next to these feminine stockings and knew that he was almost ready to begin those beloved spasmodic spurts without ever touching himself, something never before accomplished. He was just lying down on the bed with a tissue in his hand to catch the flow, when with horror he heard the door open…

“Marcus… I’m home for lunch! I needed to come back for a fresh blouse and I thought I’d surprise you!” she called as she came down the hallway. He was trapped; there was nowhere to hide and no explanation to give other than the obvious. As she entered the bedroom, she first saw the floor cluttered with shoes. Then she glanced up at Marcus on the bed and held her hand over her lips in shock…

“Victoria… I…” He was scanning his brain for something to say…

“Oh dear…” She said, suddenly very calm and with a seductive smile…

“So your little fantasy is to have you driving your long, hard cock into me while wearing my stockings and spike heels?”

She continued, “I have an hour before I need to be back at the stables…” Then she winked. And said, “well! What are you waiting for?”

He was shocked, but excited about this turn of events. She stripped and mounted him, apparently already moist from the vision of her man in hose and heels. She rode his cock and moaned out loudly, encouraging him with breathy terms of endearment, though she did all the work. After countless thrusts and the tip of his cock swelling so large he thought it would burst, they came in waves of orgasmic joy. Then as she climbed off of him she turned so the her delicate little feet gripped his once-again firm organ and began to stroke it up and down, the shaft still moist with their collective juices…

“Do you enjoy this?” she said with a girlish grin. As he grunted an “Oh, yesss!!!” at the pleasure of his beloved’s wondrous toes on his erect cock, he heard her phone one of the other riding instructors at the stables. “Sorry, I won’t be back from lunch… There are some things at home that need my immediate attention…” As his second load of happiness fired onto the toes and soles of his beloved…

I just arrived back here in Sussex first thing this morning after enjoying a rather late night in Holland Park last night but despite my earlier worries it really was a very good party… Apart from having a little fun with an absolutely delicious young guy from Esher with a pantyhose fetish I also bumped into a very good friend and fellow fetishist that I haven’t seen for a couple of years and I have persuaded her to appear on video here shortly…

Anyway, more about that later… I have just uploaded the second half of my brand new “A Fetish For High Heels…” video into the Premier Video Library together with a whole load of screen captures and I have also just added the latest installment of my personal journal to keep you busy as well…

Much against my better judgement I have been persuaded to go to a small party in London later this evening with Mrs. Smith…

Meanwhile, my husband arrived in the UK last week but spent the weekend in Scotland on business and only arrived here in east Sussex yesterday afternoon… I was riding back into the yard with one of the stable hands as his taxi pulled down the driveway and as soon as he had taken his bags and greeted me he went on to suggest that perhaps we should hold a party at the weekend for some of the local riders… It was obviously something that he had been thinking about for a few days and as I looked down at him on horseback I could see from the enthusiasm in his eyes at the possibility of watching me enjoying myself with one of the hand-picked studs that he is sure to suggest that are to be invited was his motive… If I was to agree to his idea that is…

Hmmm… It has been so long since I allowed him the pleasure of watching as I enjoy myself… A few months ago when he rang me from Singapore he let it slip that he wanted to watch me bring myself to orgasm with a dildo… He know that I have a very extensive collection of my own but even offered to provide the dildo for me to use… I suspect that this was because he wanted to select the exact shape, length and girth that he wanted me to use as he watched me… I just laughed at him… But perhaps it would be exciting to see just how much I could tease him… Perhaps a whole weekend of complete decadence… What do you think?

But first I think that I need to ask him what he was doing with my photo collection so I think that I will take my riding crop along to his bedroom so that I can get to the bottom of the matter…

I am sure that everyone has already noticed that the design of my diary has changed a little over the last couple of days… I have had the script updated so that its easier for me to update while I am away and as the last design wouldn’t work with this version I decided that a fresh look would be a good idea…

One of the problems with the old script was that people were submitting comments but I was not able to access them with the Bluetooth connection with my laptop so unfortunately a lot of these were missed… If I missed your comment or if it was accidentally deleted I do apologise and please do submit a comment again… I would love to hear from you and I am happy to answer any questions that you may have…

And now to start off the week I have decided to share some photos with you to keep you busy while I am out for my morning ride…

I have just uploaded the first half of my brand new “A Fetish For High Heels…” video into the Premier Video Library as well as the usual full load of screen captures and I have also just uploaded a whole load more of my “The Lady & The Gloryhole” series into the Photo Gallery as well to complete that photo series… We actually shot video footage to go with the “The Lady & The Gloryhole” and I hope to have this edited, formatted and ready to go up shortly…

Mrs. Harrington and myself have invited two Lady-Sonia.com members along to a “coffee afternoon” at a friends place in Holland Park this afternoon… Several of us are picking up our new latex garments from House of Harlot together with some new “classic” lingerie from Touchable and we plan to have a little fashion show before the “entertainment” arranged by our host is shown in for our afternoon amusement… I am sure that it will be a lot of fun and we may also get the chance to shoot some video footage of the event too…

Friday evening. 6 o’clock. Lady Sonia’s doorbell rang and the new stable hand that her husband Charles had just taken on the day before was waiting on her doorstep…

Wearing faun jodhpurs, leather riding boots and a Dublin riding blouse Lady Sonia was pleased to see that looked rather delicious…

“Ah… So you are the relief groom while my stable foreman is away this week?” she said…

Lady Sonia had been annoyed when Charles announced that he had “borrowed” a twenty one year old stable hand from the wife of one of his business colleagues… Of course he had only dared to interfere in the running of the stable in the hope of pleasing Lady Sonia… In the desperate hope that she would reward his actions by allowing him some form of sexual relief… But that was not even a possibility… But now this rather delicious creature had found his way to her doorstep and Lady Sonia wanted to explore a little further…

As soon as the door swung open the young stable hand gasped… Lady Sonia was even more beautiful than the other stable hands had described…. Standing there before him in a skintight black sweater and a little black pleated skirt. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail, exposing her throat….

Lady Sonia looked him up and down and then announced, “Come in…”

He followed her into the sitting room where a large leather chesterfield sofa dominated the room. The television was on, but the sound was turned down, and a CD player played classical music. Mozart, he thought, although he wasn’t an expert…

Lady Sonia walked over to the table and then rejoined him carrying two champagne glasses and a bottle. He arched an eyebrow at her as she commanded, “Sit.”

He did as he was told. The couch was as comfy as it looked and she looked at him and offered him a glass.

“Bollinger?” she asked with a gleam in her eye.

He held out his glass and she filled it, and then hers. She sat down next to him, and raised her glass. He followed suit, and asked to what were they drinking.

“Possibilities… Let’s drink to you and possibilities…”

The way she said it, he felt himself stir. As he looked at her he thought of taking her to bed and ravishing her. Of caressing her curves with his hands and lips. Of biting her soft flesh. Of filling her with him. Of taking each other over and over until he couldn’t be roused anymore…

She smiled at him as they drank. She wondered if he knew what she was going to require from him. She was going to show him and of that she was certain…

She sat him down on the sofa. And leaned over him. He was sure she was going to kiss him, and he couldn’t wait. Her sweater hugged her ample curves, and when he looked up, he looked right into the valley between her breasts. It was dark and shadowed, and he leaned forward just a bit and inhaled. He could smell the enticing scent of Chanel Number 5, he thought. Her sharp tone stopped him in mid-reverie.

“WHAT are you doing?” she asked in a clipped voice.

He was confused. The night was going so well. The way she had bent over him, he thought she WANTED him to look at her. And he wanted to look at her. Touch her. All over. Especially those magnificent breasts.

“I… I… I’m sorry?” he offered.

“Excuse me?” she asked in a dangerous tone. “Sorry for WHAT?”

“I am sorry for… sorry for…” he struggled to phrase it in just the right way, but it was hard with her standing so close, glaring at him.

“Hmmmm??”

“Sorry for looking at you that way.” he finished miserably. He knew that he had just ruined any chance… There would be no holding her. No touching, no caressing, no lovemaking. Nothing. His face was bleak.

“That’s not good enough,” she told him. “Tell me what you were looking at, HOW you were looking at it, and why you shouldn’t have been.”

He groaned. This was unbelievable. She was the most maddeningly moody woman he had ever met. And yet…he was still thrilled by her. He still wanted her. He still wanted to touch her. Everywhere.

“Yes…” he started. “Mistress!” she interrupted him.

What?” he asked, confused.

“Yes, Mistress!” she spurred him on.

“Yes, Mistress…” he parroted, “I was looking at your…cleavage…”

“No, you were looking at my BREASTS, weren’t you?”

“Yes, Mistress…” he started over. “I was looking at your breasts. I was thinking that I wanted to bury my head in them. And I shouldn’t have been looking because you didn’t tell me I could. Right?” he asked hopefully, looking at her.

She relented. “Now, you see… That wasn’t so bad… Was it? You just tell me what you want and we’ll see if I can help you…”

She was so excited. He would pleasure her the way she wanted to be pleased. She
wanted him badly… But…it would be HER way, or NO way…

He shook his head. The champagne was whirling through his system, clouding his judgment. Did she just invite him to talk dirty to her? That was what he THOUGHT he heard. He cleared his throat, because it was suddenly dry. She sat next to him. She poured him another glass of champagne. That was it for him, she thought. She didn’t want him drunk…just uninhibited. She held it to his lips… “Drink…you are thirsty, aren’t you? Drink…”

He drank down about half of the glass. And looked at her. God, she was beautiful. And if that was what she wanted, well, he would tell her exactly what he wanted to do to her.

“I want to take off all of your clothes,” he started.

“Oh yes?” she admonished.

He looked at her confusedly. What did she want NOW?

“What do you call me?” she asked sternly.

“Mistress…” he automatically answered. He looked at her face, and her luscious lips parted in a smile. He smiled back, and barely even noticed as she gently pushed him to his knees in front of her.

“Mistress…” he started again, looking intently at her face above him, “Mistress, I want to take your clothes off and touch your whole body.” He paused. “I want to kiss your lips, and your neck, and your ti- I mean, your breasts,” he continued as he watched her smile broaden.

“Really?” she smiled at him. He was coming along beautifully. She knew that he had a submissive streak in him. He was drifting down the path that she wanted him to go down with only the barest nudges from her…

He smiled dreamily back at her. She was glorious. It was going to happen. He knew it. She was going to let him make love to her. It was so right…he hadn’t ever felt this wonderful with a woman before. It just felt like the world was in balance. He would do anything for her. And so he told her. She looked into his crystal clear blue eyes… He had just never realized that deep down he wanted to have someone control him…

She wondered if he realized that was exactly what was happening. Well, he would by morning, she thought. And he would be HERS. She asked him to stand before her, as she remained seated on the sofa. He did, softly swaying with the champagne running through his veins. She took his hand and held it to her cheek. His fingers automatically went to caress her, and she pulled away.

“No… You only touch what I want you to touch… Do you understand?” she told him sternly.

“Yes…”

Her smile disappeared.

“Yes, Mistress…” he tried again, and was rewarded when her smile reappeared and she pulled his hand over her cheeks. She took his index finger and ran it over her lips. She flicked her tongue out, tasting him. Looking at his face while she did so. He stared back at her. Captured by her touch. The softness of her lips was incredible. And she opened her mouth and sucked the finger inside the wet warmth…. sucking and licking at him. He couldn’t help it. He groaned. Her mouth was amazingly hot and wet. He wondered what it would feel like if it were his cock inside that mouth. And he felt that cock grow and harden in his pants.

She glanced down at his crotch and saw the growing bulge. She smiled around his finger, but didn’t stop what she was doing. Just a little more, she thought to herself. Just a little more and he will be yours. He wanted to rip his clothes off, throw her skirt up and pull her panties down. He wanted to grind himself inside of her. Damn it, he wanted to fuck her!

She saw the feeling in his eyes. She pulled his finger out of his mouth and said, “Tell me… Tell me what you want…”

He opened his mouth and started. “Mistress…” he said without prompting, “I want to fuck you. I want to bury my cock inside you and make you cum…”

“Mmmm… Why don’t you take your clothes off and show me what you have for me…” she told him.

He started to strip hurriedly. He drank her in with his eyes as she watched him avidly. Her hands drifted over her breasts, kneading and stroking them through her sweater. He could see her erect nipples even through the knit material of the sweater. His mouth watered. He tore off the rest of his clothes and reached down and grabbed his throbbing cock.

“Please, Mistress, let me suck your ti—breasts,” he begged.

She half-smiled at him, at his eagerness. “You want to suck my breasts?”

“Yes. Yes. I want to lick and suck your breasts… Please…” he moaned.

“Come down here, then…” she told him. And he sat down on the sofa next to her. Her smile disappeared and that cold look of disapproval settled in her eyes. He knew he had erred, and immediately slid to his knees on the floor in front of her. His eyes were directly in line with her nipples and he couldn’t help it, he stared at them. She laughed gently, and slowly pulled her sweater over her head. Exposing the lace bra to his hungry eyes. He could see her dark nipples through the fabric and started to lean towards them, until he faintly heard her disapproving noise. He looked at her face, and knew what she wanted. “Please. Please, Mistress… May I touch your glorious breasts?”

“Yes… But no hands Just your mouth!” she told him. She was so pleased. He was SUCH a quick learner. She knew she was going to experience ecstasy with him tonight. And she would make him come harder than he thought possible, binding him to her forever.

He opened his mouth and centred in on a nipple. He grabbed it through her bra with his teeth and bit lightly. He was pleased with her intake of breath. He rolled it back and forth between his teeth, grasping his hands together behind his back to keep himself from using them to cup and knead that firm breast in his mouth. God, his cock was hard. He couldn’t believe how hot he was. He could smell the Chanel Number 5 even more potently now as he sucked that nipple through the fabric.

She was wet, she knew. She could feel the dampness of her pussy on her thighs. His teeth felt SO good on her nipple. But the other was getting neglected. So she pulled away from him, ignoring his whimper, and pushed the other nipple at his mouth. He latched onto it right away and worried it between his teeth. She let out an involuntary moan. “OOOhhhh… That feels SOOOO good!” she groaned.

He vaguely heard her and couldn’t help himself. He pulled his hands from behind his back and began massaging her breasts through the bra. Immediately she pulled away.

“Oh dear… I am so disappointed in you!” she told him in a downcast voice. He recognized his error, and tried to plead ignorance. “Mistress, I couldn’t help myself… You are just so beautiful and I couldn’t help myself… Please… Please… Let me make it up to you. Please!” he begged.

She looked down at his eyes, and she gloated inwardly. Oh, he is SO delicious. Deliciously submissive and doesn’t even realize it.

“Well…” She told him as she got up off the couch, “Since you begged so nicely, I am going to forgive you this time. BUT…” she added as she saw the smile on his face, “I am not going to take any more chances.” With that she reached into the drawer beside her and pulled out a set of black cuffs. He looked at the cuffs, and he felt his cock pulse. He had never been tied up. He had never really thought about it. But…as she walked over to him and told him to put his hands out to her, he couldn’t deny the thrill of excitement that ran down his spine through his twitching prick as he felt the leather around his wrists. She walked behind him and said, “Hands to the back, please!”

And he automatically brought his hands behind his back and heard the click of a lock as they were fastened together. She looked down at him. He knelt on the carpet, sitting on his heels, and hands behind his back, cock hard and pointing almost straight out. She could see a small glisten at the end. And she smiled at him. He smiled back automatically. She resumed her seat on the sofa and said, “Well, since you handled that so well, I think you should get some reward, don’t you?” He nodded eagerly. Her hands came up to her nipples and pulled on them. She reached behind her and unfastened the lacy bra and pulled it off. He moaned. There they were. Those glorious breasts… The flesh was a creamy white and he could see the veins running under the skin toward the hard nipples. Those nipples. He HAD to get them into his mouth. “Please? Please, Mistress?”

Instead of answering him, she reached out and ran her hand through his hair. She pulled firmly on the curls at the back of his neck and heard him groan. And then she pulled him forward. He automatically opened his mouth and sucked. Her nipple was about as big as the tip of his little finger, he thought as his whole world devolved into these two breasts.

These breasts… He could kiss and lick and suck them forever, he thought. He pulled hard at her nipple, and heard her groan. He wished he could do this for hours.

She let him suck and kiss and nibble at her breasts for a long time. She made sure she switched him from side to side so that each tit got its fair share of attention. He was wonderfully good at it, she thought, as she realized that she was going to leave a huge wet spot on her sofa cushion. Well, he would just have to do something about THAT, she thought, with a smile on her face. She finally pulled him away by the hair. His face was red, and his lips were swollen. His cock was still hard, she noticed.

“My nipples LOVE to be sucked hard!” she told him with a smile on her face. He just looked at the smile on her face and heard her approving tone. He wasn’t paying attention to her words. He just wanted to touch her more. He wanted to lick her. He wanted to taste her. The aroma of the Chanel Number 5 had been overcome by the scent of her pussy. He could smell how aroused she was. It kept his cock hard. He wanted to stay here like this always. Always making her feel good. Always hearing her approval. He pulled at his hands, indicating that he wanted to touch her. She saw, and asked him if he was uncomfortable. “No, Mistress, but I want to touch you… Please… Let me touch you…”

Lady Sonia stopped smiling and rose from the couch again. “I thought you understood… What matters here is what I want… Not what YOU want! Now… Are you uncomfortable?”

He rose to his knees again. “No. No, Mistress. I am not. Please…let me kiss you again.”

She reached into the drawer again. He caught the glint of silver as she pulled something out in her hand. “You know that you have made me feel good by worshiping my breasts and nipples… Every time you excited my nipples, I felt it here…” she said, cupping her pussy through the skirt. “Now it is time for YOU to feel it!”

With that she reached down and pulled on his left nipple. It felt good, and he groaned. The nipple grew hard immediately, and she gave it a sharp pinch. And laughed coldly as she saw his hard cock twitch with that pinch. She felt the other nipple and did the same. Another laugh… “You enjoy them being pinched… Do you?”

“Yes, Mistress… Please…”

“No, that isn’t what I asked… ” She answered. “Do —you—-like—the—pinch?” she asked again, punctuating each word with a pull on one of his nipples.

“Yes. Yes. Yes, Mistress… I do!” he told her, looking down at his hard cock and then back up at her face.

“Good… Honesty is important…” And with that she swiftly attached metal clips to each of his nipples. The sharp pain made him draw a few deep breaths, but he noticed that the throb of each nipple seemed to resonate in his erect penis.

“Oh… Mistress!” he looked at Lady Sonia’s HUGE nipples… Just inches from his face… And still gloriously hard…

She walked the few steps to the couch again, and he turned with her, not wanting to lose sight of her for even an instant. He wasn’t quite sure why, but he felt like he was adrift on an ocean and she was his anchor. She frowned down at the sofa. And he followed her gaze. There upon the cushion was a dark spot. She reached her finger down and touched it. “Hmmm… Wet… I wonder what it could be? Do you have any ideas I wonder?” as she took that same finger and touched him lightly under the nose. He inhaled deeply and knew without a doubt that it was the nectar from her pussy. He didn’t reply, just breathed again. She pulled on the chain connected his nipple clamps. The sharp pain made him look at her. “I asked you a question!”

“I… It… I think it is… You, Mistress..” he stumbled, not knowing what she wanted him to say.

“Hmmmm… Perhaps it is…” she mused. She took her finger and put it under her skirt. When she pulled it out, it was shining with her juices. “Why don’t you compare it for me?” she asked, as she ran the wet finger across his upper lip, dampening it. He inhaled again. God…she smelled so sweet and tangy. He wanted a taste, and he flicked his tongue out to try to lick the wetness off of his face. She smiled again, and watched as his cock twitched yet again. She idly wondered how much he could take before he climaxed without her even touching him.

“Mistress… Please…” he begged. “Please… I want to taste your pussy… Please… Let me eat you…”

“What? You want to lick my sex?” she teased him. “Would you do a good job? Would you make me cum? Would you lick all of my wetness up? Drink me?”

He moaned at the picture she painted. “Yes! Yes, please… Let me lick inside you… Let me suck your clit… Let me make you cum…”

She pulled on the nipple clamps again, enjoying the moans he made. She sat herself on the sofa again, and slowly pulled her skirt up. He could see… She had NO panties on… Just the fully-fashioned stockings… The lace tops were startlingly dark against the whiteness of her thighs. And her pussy. It was NAKED! She was shaved. He could see the red of her slit. He could smell her juices. He swore he could even feel the heat from between her legs…

She reached out again and pulled on his hair. “Come to me NOW! Lick me… Eat me… Suck the cream from me… Make your mistress feel good…”

And with that final word he buried his face into her hot, wet sex… He felt like he had finally found happiness!

It has been a very busy day at the stables so when Red comes through her door she finds him naked, except for his “decorations”, a yellow ribbons tied around the shaft of his flaccid cock and his hairless balls. He is kneeling in the prescribed position, knees wide apart to display his restrained penis, back straight, head up and hands behind his back. Reds new riding crop is held obediently in his mouth…

Red is wearing her office attire, a smart, stylish business suit, black nylons and 5-inch spike heel court shoes. He can’t help but notice her gorgeous lips curl in a smile, see the self-satisfaction, the triumph in her eyes. He had been reporting to the stables for training for over six months, ever since she had caught him at the window watching her as she was getting changed ready to ride out with Lady Sonia and she still enjoys her superiority over him…

Approaching, she ran her amused eyes over him, eager to find faults to punish. She removes the crop from his lips with a soft chuckle…

“Didn’t I specify pink ribbon today?” she asked.

She did no such thing, but he had long learned never to contradict his ex riding instructor.

“I’m sorry, Madame. I thought I was instructed to wear yellow this week…”

An elegant eyebrow arches as she looks down at him, and waits. Inwardly, he groans. She has had a hard day on horseback and fully intended to take it out on him…

“Please punish your stupid slave, Madame, for not paying attention to his orders…”

“Later!” She smiles happily, as she walks around him, to carry out a brief inspection of his work. The instructions she left required him to thoroughly clean the changing rooms and the showers… The contents of the changing room laundry basket filled with dirty jodhpurs, riding blouses, bras and panties was to be washed, dried, ironed and put away in the proper place. He only just managed to complete all items on the list, although no doubt he spent too long lingering over her sexy lingerie. If Red hadn’t already caught him doing so once already and punished him he would have been unable to resist wrapping her soft satin panties around his cock and bringing himself to orgasm several times… Red is well aware of his weaknesses, though, which is one of the main reasons he is allowed to cum only under her direct supervision. The other main reason is the pleasure she takes out of being in total control of his cock and his sex life, and in denying him any sexual relief. She, of course, like all other ladies in her position is under no such constraints…

His is left on his knees while she ensures that he has carried out all of her instructions. I can hear her spike heels striding around the changing rooms looking for evidence of his sloppiness. Returning, he is relieved to see that Red appears satisfied. Pointing with an elegant, manicured finger, she gives him permission to greet her, and he leans forward as his lips deferentially bow to softly kiss her nylon-covered knee. He can’t help wondering if she is wearing pantyhose or stockings… Even down at her knees, Reds expensive perfume fills his senses, and he gazes down at her spike heels, admiring the arch of her feet.

“Get up slave!”

He stands straight, hands still behind his back, and he tries to look ahead. He can’t help but admire her beautiful, aristocratic face, temptingly close but in reality so far out of his reach. Her haughty eyebrows, cruel shiny red lipstick and condescending eyes taunt my impotence. Despite the pain involved, he feels himself trying to grow hard inside his restrainer. He then awaits her pleasure, looking straight ahead as she pulls at his nipple… Doing his best to keep his body still… Red looks down and sees his attempted erection, contained within its leather and steel restrainer. She reminds him of what he already knows that his penis is hers to command, and that it will remain under lock and key until she decides otherwise. She tells him to kneel down on all fours and raise his bottom high for her. He tenses as the air on his exposed buttocks reminds him of her displeasure, and what is to come… She takes the new riding crop and raises it in the air. He can hear her breath rise and fall at the excitement and pleasure that having him submit to her authority brings. As she becomes wet from the experience, he too can feel the pre-cum well up and drop to the wooden floor, and then feel the sweet pain as she brings the crop down on across his bottom cheeks. He vainly hopes that Red is satisfied, but the lesson is far from being over. She pushes his head to the floor so that his bottom is further upturned and brings the crop down five more times. Not for the first time he realises the strength in her long, slim well-practiced arm exceeds expectations.

Red reaches down and caresses his naked bottom; feeling the heat that her punishment has caused with her cool, smooth hands. She moves behind him and reaches under his bottom to grab his balls. The pain has worked its lesson, and his penis has now lost its cockiness, having been put in its place by her punishment.

“You are learning slave!”

Telling him to rise, she looks at his body and he in turn notice the excitement in her eyes. It is then that he knows that he will soon be licking and sucking on his ex-riding instructors clitoris, or perhaps tonguing her perfect bottom, and this time it is his turn to feel the excitement that thought brings. He holds out the chair for her and she sits, crossing her long, elegant legs as she settles down with the “Horse & Hound” as he pours her a glass of wine and then kneels down by her side, head bowed deferentially. Shortly he is told to collect the items she has listed then go to her changing area and wait there. He kneels in the corner for almost 20 minutes before she arrives. Standing before him, looking down at his sissy image, Red begins to remove her business suit. First she unzips her tight skirt, and as it drops to her feet she kicks it towards him. He picks it up respectfully and softly kisses it before hanging it up in her locker.

Reds blouse follows, although this he places in the laundry basket. Eventually she stands before him dressed just in her spike heels, bra and suspender belt with seamed fully-fashioned stockings. His ex-riding instructor keeps these on to tease him further. She lies back on the bench and orders him to pay homage to her beautiful body, which he eagerly, and gratefully, does…

He begins as usual with the toes of her black court shoes, kissing first, then licking the smooth patent leather. He wraps his tongue around her stiletto heels, then raise himself up her legs, worshipping Reds long, nylon clad limbs. He bows his head and continues upwards, avoiding for the moment her beckoning pussy, gradually working his way, via her belly, up to her breasts. As he sucks the nipples through the restraining bra I hear Red moan softly with pleasure…

He tries not to think of their time as riding instructor and student, when he had a real man’s rights, and sometimes free access to her wonderful body. Not just her part time sissy slave…

Suddenly, she rolls over, sensing that his pleasure has increased beyond a slave’s allowance, and indicates that he is to pleasure her anus. He humbly kisses her bottom, finding his way to the pink puckered hole, working his tongue hard and long into her… She lets out a long sigh of pleasure, and he feels pleasure himself, hearing her moans as he worships her bottom, and feels her body shudder in orgasm. He knows that she currently has several lovers at the stables, but they are all strong men - real men. He is sure that he is the only one fortunate enough, willing enough, to worship her sensitive bottom… But he is so wrong…

She turns round again and pushes him back, telling him to place both his hands behind him. He does this, and she uses handcuffs to lock my hands. Red looks so beautiful and sexy… The tensions of her busy day at the stables here have evaporated as her despised ex-student has tongued her faithfully to orgasm. Now bound, she removes his restrainer, making sure that light brushes with her hands tease his cock as she does it. His cock stands tall under her amused eyes. Then, at last, she removes her bra, freeing her succulent breasts to his gaze. He knows that she gets a kick out of teasing him with them - even if his hands were free, she knows he would not dare to touch her breasts without permission. Red revels in showing him what is no longer his.

Trussed helplessly, she rolls him onto his stomach and slaps his bottom for forgetting it is for her pleasure, not his that he is there. Once, twice, his already reddened firm bottom, soft to her touch, feels the stinging pain of her slaps and begins to turn darker red. She feels a drop of cum roll down her thigh from the intense pleasure spanking her ex-student is giving her. Red then tells him to get up, which isn’t easy, and to stand as she sits at the edge of her bench and then to lower himself over her lap.

Just as he thought the punishment had ended, it begins again, this time the most humiliating, a bare-bottomed spanking over my ex-riding instructors lap. She sees the beads of wetness glisten on the end of his cock as he lay over her knees. His hard cock presses forcefully into the tops of Reds nylons, and his eyes draw level with her high heels… Then she brings down her hand on his bottom with a crack. He reels with a mixture of pain and pleasure, and say “Thank you, Madame,” after every stroke, reaching forward to place a tender kiss on her shoe. He knows how much other men desire his Mistress, and he feels very lucky that he is still allowed to get this close to her. He knows that she has many eager lovers, both men and women, who satisfy her feminine yearnings. Many men lust for his Mistress, but how many men would willingly be in the position he now finds himself, ridiculously be-ribboned, lay across her soft but unyielding lap, accepting her right to spank him. He realises that she no longer considers him a man at all, just her sissy slave.

Suddenly she feels his body shudder, and as she knows her ex-students body so well she knows that he is am cumming. Red demands him to stop, since he was not given permission to cum. Her demands are in vain, he has not been allowed to cum for three weeks and nothing now could stop the torrent building up inside him… His disobedient cock spurts its homage over Reds stocking tops and soft thighs…

He is spanked harder, and then told, “Your disobedience will be dealt with!”

She tells him that he is to make her cum several times before she will “reward” his bottom properly with her new riding crop and as he lays on his back across the bed she straddles his face and he opens his lips and begins to pleasure her…

John sat alone in the reception room, flipping disinterestedly through a sports magazine, waiting for his name to be called by the nurse. He took a deep breath and exhaled loudly, looking up from the magazine at the quiet room. It was quiet except for the sound of the air-conditioning system. John thought back about the advertisement he read in the newspaper and if he’d made a mistake in coming here in answer to it. The words of the advert flashed back in his mind:

Earn £500: Male test subjects needed for a study being conducted on masturbation. Interested males contact the office of Lady Sonia.

He was nervous, and decided not to think about it; he was here and that was that. No turning back. He returned to the magazine, putting his nervousness out of his mind.

“John Bates…”

John put down the magazine on the table and looked at the nurse standing in the doorway that led back to the doctor’s examination rooms. She had dark red hair tied in a bun on the back of her head with her nurse’s cap perched on top.

Her white blouse was lose fitting, but her skirt clung to her wide hips and round thighs, and her white stockings disappeared into black patent spike heels. He noticed the redheaded nurse and her shapely form from the moment he walked in and thought if she didn’t make him masturbate, nothing would.

He followed her back into an exam room, watching her firm bottom wiggle in her
tight skirt, imagining her bent over in front of him offering herself for the taking…

“Have a seat on the exam table there, please, and the doctor will be with you shortly…” The nurse said. He sat. She turned and left the room, closing the door behind her. It wasn’t long, surprisingly, before Lady Sonia entered the room, her white coat sweeping around as she closed the door behind her.

“Thank you for coming, Mr. Bates…” She said, taking a pen from her pocket and writing something on the clipboard she held. After a few seconds of writing she looked back at John and asked him to remove all of his clothing. John started un-tucking his shirt from his trousers when Lady Sonia said, “I’ll be right back…” She then swept from the room, closing the door. John continued undressing, pulling his shirt over his head and placing it on the table behind him, then unbuckling his trousers. He untied his shoes, removed them, then his socks. Finally, John hooked his thumbs under the band of his underwear and slid them and his pants down over his bottom.

The material collected at the bend of knees, and he had to pull each leg off one at a time. John felt vulnerable now that he stood in the strange exam room totally naked… He felt the cool air-conditioned air swirl around his naked body, especially cold around his bottom, thighs and penis. The hairs on his arm began to stand as he shivered from the cool air and feeling of vulnerability. He crossed his arms and breathed in deeply trying to control the nervousness, which crept into him under the vulnerability and cold. Just as he decided to put his shirt back on to warm up, Lady Sonia returned.

“Good… You are naked!” Lady Sonia sat down on a little wheeled stool and pulled up near the naked John. “What I am going to do now, John, is take some measurements of your penis and testicles…” She pulled two rubber gloves from a box and snapped them onto her hands, then took a tape measure from a drawer.

“Now, if you just relax and stand with your feet shoulder-width apart,” Lady Sonia directed, “and clasp your hands behind your back…”

John did as directed, clasping his hands behind his back, resting them on the slope of his bottom. In this position, John’s groin was thrust somewhat forward, allowing Lady Sonia to have better access to his penis. Lady Sonia waited until John was in a comfortable position until she started her measurements.

Lady Sonia took John’s limp penis between her forefinger and thumb and raised it, placing the tape measure at the base of the penis and extending it to the tip. “Five inches limp,” she said releasing the penis, then writing it down on the clipboard.

Then she placed the silver tip of the measure at the side of John scrotal sac and let the tape fall to the floor. She looked closely at the measurement then said, “Two and a quarter…” And wrote that down. Then she looped the measure around the back of John’s testicles as if she was measuring the size of his neck. “Good… Eight and a half inches circumference, testicles,” she said, and wrote that down.

“Okay…” Concluded Lady Sonia after the three measurements, “that’s done. Now what I need is a measurement of your erect penis. If you can make it erect for me, I’ll be back in a second to measure it, okay?”

“Okay,” John said. He watched Lady Sonia leave the room then began to play with his penis, trying to make himself erect for measurement. He kneaded his limp penis between his first two fingers and thumb. Slowly it began to fill with blood and become half erect. Then he wrapped his other fingers around the growing shaft and began to masturbate in earnest, making his penis hard. He closed his eyes and stroked slowly, rubbing his fingers up and down his hardening shaft, also squeezing his pelvic muscles to direct more blood into his member. Then he remembered the redhead nurse, and thought about her bending over, her firm bottom cheeks spread apart showing her pink anus and urging him to look at her.

The door opened suddenly and John stopped playing with his now hard erection, and opening his eyes to watch Lady Sonia come back into the room.

“Oh, please don’t stop…” Lady Sonia urged, “I need you to stay as hard as you can be…” She looked at John who continued fingering his erection. “I can see that it’s quite hard already. You must have been thinking about something erotic?”

John didn’t want to say he was thinking about the voluptuous redheaded nurse…

“Okay, let’s see how long your erection is…” Lady Sonia said, sitting back down on her stool, tape measure in hand. She fingered John’s erection to find out how stiff it was and if it was stiff enough for measuring. John felt her fingers move a little on his erection then Lady Sonia placed the silver tip of the tape at the base of the erection and pulled the tape along the tender underside of John’s erection to the tip.

“Eight and a quarter, erection,” Lady Sonia said, writing the measurement on the clipboard. Then she quickly wrapped the tape around the middle of John’s erection to measure the circumference. “Three and a half, erect circumference,” she said, writing.

The measurements must have ended, John thought, because Lady Sonia clicked her pen and put it back into her coat pocket.

“Okay, let your penis go limp, and in a few minutes we’ll take you into another room and do this thing for real,” Lady Sonia said. She left the room and John sat on the exam table, letting his penis go limp, staring at the medical charts on the wall. If there was one thing that killed a good erection, John thought, it was boring medical charts. It didn’t take that long for his penis to soften, but he waited in the room until Lady Sonia returned. About ten minutes passed very slowly before Lady Sonia returned.

“Right, John, leave your clothes here and you will follow me!” They left the exam room and went down a short hall. John was surprised about leaving his clothes in the other room. Walking down the hall naked was strange, and he put his hand protectively over his penis. Lady Sonia opened a door to another exam room and entered with John following. The room was bare except for an exam table in the middle. The white paper covered the black leather of the chair, and two stirrups stuck out from the feet end of the table.

“Sit there and put your legs in the stirrups!” Lady Sonia ordered.

John climbed onto the chair and put his legs in the stirrups, which were closed together so that his legs were slightly open. A pair of braces clamped around his ankles and thighs. After getting comfortable in the chair, Lady Sonia explained that she was going to open the stirrups as far as they could and still have John remain comfortable. She opened them simultaneously, spreading John’s legs and showing everything between them. John could feel her eyes looking at his penis and testicles and Lady Sonia pushed the stirrups open further until they stopped, they were as wide open as they would go.

“Okay… Great!” Lady Sonia sighed, looking down between John’s legs. “First, would you like some lubrication to masturbate with?”

“Yes… I usually use baby oil,” John replied.

Lady Sonia turned to the desk behind her, opened a drawer and took out a small bottle of baby oil. She turned and handed it to John.

“Now, what I’m going to do is sit right here between your legs so that I can watch you and how your body reacts to your masturbating. What I want you to do is try to forget that I’m here watching you and masturbate as you normally would. The only way this experiment is going to work is that you masturbate normally because it is important that I record the correct reaction to your breathing, the muscles around your penis and between your legs, how your testicles react, and how stiff your penis gets.

“If there are no other questions?” Lady Sonia said sitting, “you can begin masturbating!” Lady Sonia sat back in her chair and stared at John’s wide-open legs and limp penis.

John leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes and exhaled slowly. He began to breath normally and he pictured the redheaded nurse bent over a desk with her skirt over her hips exposing her round bottom then he opened his eyes and opened the bottle of oil and squirted some onto his hand. He saw Lady Sonia staring at him then he began to massage the oil onto his limp cock.

He closed his eyes again and leaned back and redheaded nurse returned to his mind’s fantasy. As his fingers played with his hardening oily cock there were flashes of the redheaded nurse, but the majority of the time his mind was now concentrating upon Lady Sonia as she watched him.

John felt his oily cock get hard in his hand and he gripped it, sliding in up and down in his hand. The skin tightened as blood filled him. He could feel the individual veins start to stand out has his cock hardened, and he thumbed the head, feeling the ridge where it connect to the engorged shaft. He twisted his hand around the oily hard-on, hearing the slopping oil between his fingers and cock. John could hear Lady Sonia shifting carefully on her chair and then he thought that he could hear her let out a quiet gasp… John started to realise how exciting it was to be watched as he stroked his cock.

John could feel Lady Sonia’s eyes glaring at his hard erect penis sticking straight up into the air. And he grunted enjoying the sensation that rubbing his hot hard cock brought, sharing with Lady Sonia the act of self-enjoyment. John’s hand slipped up and down the shaft, letting the warmth envelop his hand, wrist and upper arm, feeling the heat of his erection spread. John could hear the tick of Lady Sonia’s ballpoint pen on the clipboard and the scratching as she wrote. The redhead nurse was just a part of Johns fantasy — but Lady Sonia was real, watching, taking notes, enjoying the display of the male in front of her, stroking his eight-inch hard penis.

Opening his eyes, John looked down at his hand caressing his cock, the light of the florescent lights glimmering off of the oil. He looked at the Lady Sonia, intently studying John, and he could see the excitement in her eyes…

John let go of his erection and rested, breathing heavily from the sexual tension that masturbating created. The erect penis throbbed in the air, pulsing with the excitement of being manipulated to sexual arousal. John squirted a little more baby oil on his hand then placed it back on his cock, working it around the entire shaft. He closed his eyes again and as he was about getting to the point of release. John gripped his oily cock and jerked on it, hearing the oil slurp between his fingers. He could feel the orgasm begin to build in his lower stomach and it churned through his groin, began to build, it seemed, in his balls, then it surged through his shaft then he could feel the hot cum shoot through the hole at the top of his cock. The warm cum fell across his stomach and oozed down his fingers as he continued his slippery hold on his hard erection. His whole naked body shuddered as the orgasm washed over him, tightening his muscles in his legs and stomach. His breathing was heavy as the orgasm began to slowly subside; his body relaxing after the shuddering sensation ebbed.

The masturbation test subject opened his eyes and watched Lady Sonia as she continued writing on her clipboard, quickly looking up between the John’s open legs at his erection and testicles. John now lightly fingered his cock; running the thumb, fore and middle fingers along the oily, sperm-covered shaft then to his surprise Lady Sonia put the clipboard and pen down on the floor and then opened her white coat exposing herself to him… He gasped as he saw that she was wearing black fully fashioned seamed stockings and a black lace suspender belt and nothing else at all except for her spike heels and white coat and then he started to feel his erection twitch once more as she ran the tip on her index finger around her throbbing clitoris making it clear to him that she was now going to fully satisfy her own excitement as he watched closely…

I have just added “A Young Lady, Panties, Masturbation, Orgasm…” featuring Felicity into the Premier Video Library together with a whole load of screen captures and I have also just added the latest installment of personal journal… This video has also been encoded in “High-Definition” Windows Media format and to be able to download and play this version you will need a good broadband connection and a fairly new computer with a good video card… Of course I have also included the normal version as well so that everyone can enjoy the video but as “High-Definition” is going to be the future I thought it would be quite interesting to give it a go…

6:30pm – It’s already dark outside. The stable changing room shades are drawn back, and the stable hand crouches opposite the window, field glasses in hand, waiting. Lady Sonia returned from her ride a little while ago but had spent some time speaking to the stable foreman before he let her horse away. He knew that any minute the light would flicker on, casting a bright light across the large changing room. The room, which for the first time he I can at last see in. Maybe she was tired after her ride, or maybe it was done on purpose, but in the evening last night when she drew the blinds a six-inch gap near the bottom was left exposed. And so, there he was…

When the lights clicked on, he was ready, his binoculars quickly drawn up to his eyes…

Time seemed to creep by so very slowly as he waited… Then finally, the moment arrives… A pair of legs passing by the gap, a fleeting glimpse of her soft white skin stretching up to the “V” between her legs, covered in black lace panties, just the faintest trace of the bulge of her pubis. And then Lady Sonia had passed from sight. He realizes that he had been holding his breath and he exhales deeply, gasping in a fresh puff of air. His cock is hard, standing straight up in the air as he leans back against the wall behind the fence looking down at his open jodhpurs. He idly strokes the length of his cock a few times before standing and walking quickly back to the small “staff” changing room at the rear of the tack-room then as soon as he had drawn the shades closed he headed straight for the shower.

The shower was warm, relaxing, cleansing. He stood under the hot spray and felt the nerves on every inch of his skin come alive. The water running down his body, dripping off of his face, off his arms, off his cock. He I lathered up his hands, turning his back to the cleansing spray, and slowly massaged his cock. He stroked along the length of it, feeling its hardness and shape growing under his palms. He tickled the tips of his fingers across the tip, drawing a soft moan from himself. Finally, when he was ready, he gripped it with his soapy hands, slowly stroking it as he remembered Lady Sonia’s long legs, remembered the shape of the panties as they clung to her body. He thought about what it would feel like to peel the skin tight black lace panties down her lovely long legs and drive his hard cock into her, the warmth and wetness of her sex wrapped around him like a tight velvet sheath. And his orgasm grips him… He turns again so the water washed away the residue of his lust.

9:45am – The next morning Mrs Stokes from the village arrived to ride out with Lady Sonia… And as always she was wearing a short mini skirt, barely long enough to cover her crotch. If it was warmer, she might not have worn pantyhose as she did today… As it was, while she was sitting in the office waiting for Lady Sonia he managed to drop his pen and take his time retrieving it, getting a nice long look up her thighs as she crossed and uncrossed her legs. Oh, those legs. How he wanted to slide up under the table and part them, press his mouth down on the crotch of her pantyhose until his teeth could grip the fabric, rip them open. Press his lips against her mound, parting the neatly trimmed pubic hairs with his tongue until he could run it over her own sweet lips below. Inhale her scent even as he drew forth from that lovely pussy her sweet arousal.

He imagined how her husband, a recently Royal Air Force officer would have liked that. Probably would have arranged to have him fired…

11:25 – He started making plans for lunch. He had been in early this morning making sure to leave plenty of time to enjoy himself today. Now that he had a half-hour to spare, he was taking in the view in front of the office. Lady Sonia’s secretary Elizabeth in her usual low cut dress, high hem… Just sitting there, typing on her laptop… She is sideways to him as he looks through the large windowed doors and she has to turn towards him to stand up. The modern glass topped table is nothing more than a top with legs on one end and attached to the desk at the other, which gives him a straight view up that revealing little dress of hers. Waiting… waiting… Yes, she turns, flashing a smile at him as she rises and heads into the main building… Black panties, so tight that outline of her sex is clearly visible. He can feel his cock getting hard again, just reliving the image in his mind. He decided to take lunch early today.

1:30 – Lunch. He loved the mall in Tunbridge Wells at lunchtime. Especially in the summer when he had a choice of short skirts to follow up and down the escalators. Now that the autumn had arrived and on a warm day like today, he figured one or two women as brave as Elizabeth might afford him a glimpse of something warm and round. So he headed for the food court on the third level. He ate, pretending to read the newspaper while examining the room for potential views. Nothing appeared, and he began to grow despondent, thinking the drive over was perhaps wasted and he had been too optimistic. Just as he finished his coffee, she walked past. An hourglass figure, with her long black hair pulled back and held place by a single large grip. A tight black blouse with just the hint of a bra line holding up her ample chest. But, it was the skirt that drew the breath from his lungs. A black pleated business skirt, which fell down to mid-thigh and moved with every single step she took.

Of course he followed her. She headed immediately for the escalator and he was a dozen or so feet behind her, his eyes unable to peel free from the delightful sway of her full hips and lovely rear. He knew that he would have a good look as she rode up the steps ahead of him, but his luck was even better than expected, for she walked slowly up as she rode, each lift of a leg moving the skirt and exposing more than he ever could have expected on a day like this. There was no need to even look down at her reflection on the metal bars running along side the escalator from top to bottom, a simple glance up was all revealing. No panties? At first he thought there were no panties but as she reached the top, and strode off the escalator, he realized she was wearing a tiny black thong, barely enough to cover anything at all and certainly not enough to cover her crotch, for her lips stuck out on other side of the thin material.

Oh god, he was hard by then… He reached the top, and followed along slowly at a distance, not knowing if he would be graced with another view. When she entered the bookshop he I followed, chasing her form towards the first row of bookracks. She stopped in the section marked biographies, and he worked his way into the aisle across from it, the one with all the local authors and travel information. He stole glances in her direction as he picked up something that he still had no idea what it was about. She squatted down to reach for something on the bottom shelf, and for just a moment, as her knees faced in his direction, her legs were parted enough for him to glimpse the black thong covering her sex. Then, she stood, and he counted himself fortunate enough for a whole month of viewing, heading out from the mall and heading back to the stables.

6:36 pm – He is standing against the wall behind the fence again in the darkened yard… Lady Sonia arrived back a little earlier giving him a flashing glimpse of her jodhpur clad thighs and black leather riding boots as she rode back into the yard… As the new stable hand led her horse into the stable Lady Sonia hurried to the changing room but tonight she pulled the shades all the way down.

As he walked back to the staff changing room he couldn’t get his mind off of the dark haired woman in the pleated skirt. He could see her hips swaying every time he closed his eyes, and he imagined those succulent breasts, bouncing under a tight blouse. His cock is sore from the masturbating he had done today, yet still he is naked, the long length of his shaft held between his fingers, his hand moving of its own will up and down, lifting the skin loosely over the head before sliding the sheath back down tightly towards his balls. Cum stains the carpet by the window, still drying, and he feels a fresh load growing as he reaches for the baby oil to lessen the friction and discomfort. It’s going to be a very long weekend…

Saturday, September 24th.

9:45pm – There are guests staying at the house for the weekend and so he decided to take a walk around the grounds… He pulls the binoculars from their case, and starts to scan the windows. Shades drawn… Shades drawn… Open shades but no lights on… Shades drawn… Shades open and a light… Focusing on that room for a moment a young male walks across the floor. He walks to the door and opens it, allowing the admittance of a very lovely, older woman. Before the door has even shut all the way they are in each other’s arms, lips meeting in a passionate kiss. He reaches behind her and places the chain across the door, his other arm still wrapped around her waist as they kiss. Finally, they break their embrace, he taking her hand and guiding her deeper into the room and I see that it is Lady Sonia’s friend Red. He had heard her telling her husband on her cell phone that she was spending the night in London… And now he saw that she had other things on her mind… She is smiling and her dark red hair falls in natural curls down below mid-shoulder. The young male sits on the bed, his lips moving as he talks to her, his wish being that he could hear as well as see them. She stands very close to him, his knees just brushing against her legs, and she begins to undress. Slowly she releases each button of her white blouse, revealing the support of a lacy green bra beneath, the gentle roundness of her tummy, all pale skin and smooth curves, finally pulling the material out from her dark coloured knee length skirt and easing it off her shoulders.

He is nodding at her while looking down at her waist, and her fingers reach to the side of her skirt, finding the zipper and slowly tugging it down. She bends at the waist, her firm bra confined breasts dangling just in front of his lips. I wonder how he can resist such a tempting target, but he waits patiently as she slips the skirt all the way off and steps free from it. Her panties are tiny, a lacy material of a green colour that matches her bra. The young male is rubbing his cock through his trousers, even as the watcher was with his free hand, at the sight of her barely covered body.

Red now reaches behind her back, unclipping her bra, easing it slowly off, her hands wrapping around to the front to hold the material in place over her swaying breasts. She turns, dropping the bra on the floor beside the rest of the clothing, looking back over her shoulders with a provocative smile at him as she covers up with her hands, then turns around. The hands slowly slide free, her fingers closing to pinch her nipples for a moment, making them hard as her breasts are finally revealed. Beautifully firm breasts, with large aureoles, the tips of her nipples visibly erect. She turns again, fingers sliding down her waist, gripping the edge of her panties, the material peeling down her legs, just the crotch staying in place, until it too breaks free of her body and her bottom is exposed to him, though the watcher can only see the sides of her hips and thighs. She turns with the panties in her hand, and holds them up to the young guys face. He takes them, eyes closing as he inhales deeply of her scent. Then he throws them aside and opens his eyes to admire Reds beauty. They switch places, and while he begins to undress the voyeur lowers his binoculars to unzip his trousers and reach inside then as he lifts the binoculars again, holding them with one hand as he slowly strokes his cock with the other.

The young guy is naked now, standing right up to the bed, his much larger than average sized cock hard as she leans forward with her hands, taking it between both of them and licking the tip of it with her tongue. The voyeur could now see why Red had taken the opportunity for a little extra marital pleasure… Her hair cascades around her face, hiding the view slightly, but he can see her head bobbing back and forth on his shaft, and he strokes himself in time to her display. It doesn’t take him long, nor does the voyeur think that he would last with that beauty’s mouth on him. Red pulls back her head, still stroking him and he can see the jets of white from the huge cock shooting out to stain her face and fall on her breasts, her left hand releasing him while her right hand continues stroking, to rub it into her soft flesh, lift her fingers to her mouth and lick them clean.

The stable hand can feel his own cum rises through the shaft of his cock, his balls contracting up against his body as he heaves forth his lust onto the ground in front of him… white semen glistening on the ground as he takes a small sample from the tip into his hand to lift it to his mouth to lick it, tasting the saltiness of his own cum, wishing that her mouth was sampling him instead. The view has changed, and they have slid up onto the bed, and almost entirely out of sight at this point. Through the binoculars he can see up to their knees, enough to know she is on her back, and he lying next to her. He is frustrated by this turn of events, wishing to see more of this luscious woman at work so he carefully walks over to the parameter bushes in the hope that he will see more at a different angle just in time to watch the young stud climb up between her wide open legs and eases his huge member into her as she closes her eyes and gasps with pleasure as he starts to ride her furiously hard…

He had been waiting in the sitting room for thirty minutes and when the door finally opened he gasped in shock as Rowena swept in, dressed in a short black dress and pantyhose with shiny black patent spike heels. Her mane of Red hair was swept back and was hanging on her bare shoulders while her gold earrings twinkled in the light. She was beautiful and she ignored him…

She pressed the speed-dial on her cell phone and then lifted it to her ear:

“Everything organised for tomorrow night?”

She nodded, “Yes… I want to make sure they’re all there…”

She continued, “Good… Thank you…”

Then she pressed a button on her phone and held it in her hand while she examined him…

She smiled as she looked him up and down coldly, “Loved the video with you fucking the shoe… I might put that on the Internet… Have you learnt your lesson I wonder?”

“Yes… I have learned my lesson…”

Rowena burst into laughter and clapped her hands, her legs the centre of his attention as she uncrossed and re-crossed them. When she finally stopped laughing, she stared at him coldly. “I despise you… You cheated me after all I have done for you!”

Rowena toyed with her cell phone and he flinched.

“But, you know what really made me angry? I could have got over those little flings of yours… But not this!”

She stood and walked to the desk where she retrieved a small book from her purse. “I found this in the apartment, the start of your pathetic little black book…”

He blinked in fear as she sat down and crossed those long legs in sheer black nylon. Rowena gestured angrily at his with the book. “This made very interesting reading… The names of all seven of your little ‘arrangements’… And,” she sneered, “It appears that you have your very own little rating system… I tried to figure it out… I found one girl in this book, Rachel; I think her name was with just one star… And Julie with five stars and all the rest somewhere in between… Including your me!”

She slammed the book down… “You gave me one and a half stars, you despicable little worm! And I am the one that had to put up with your pathetic little cock!”

Rowena sat back, arms folded and glared at him. “So… I’m not finished with you just yet… I always get the last word in business and I will in this… This is personal!”

She reached into her purse and he watched in horror as her finger pushed the controller. “Agh!” He cried out in pain, trying to ride it out. Finally, it stopped…

She poured herself a cup of coffee and returned to the sofa. “Mmmm, this coffee is good. I guess you haven’t had a cup for a while now,” she laughed, “You haven’t had anything for a while…” Rowena uncrossed her legs and left them slightly apart so that he could stare into the dark void of her skirt.

“Come here!” Rowena said, smiling down at him as he crawled to her feet, trying to stare up her skirt.

“Look!” she said, sliding her skirt up. She was wearing pantyhose that were designed to look like stockings with the crotch bare. Rowena’s pussy was completely exposed, her puffy lips framed by the red pubic hairs.

“You haven’t fucked for a while, have you?” she laughed.

“No, Mistress,” he whispered, hypnotised by her glistening pussy. “I think it will be a long time before you get to put that pathetic little cock in any pussy. Maybe never. Show me your tongue!” He pushed out his tongue out for her inspection. “You never used to go down on me… That’s changed, I believe?”

“Yes Mistress,” he pleaded. “Can I lick your beautiful pussy?”

“My slave… Lick me slave… Lick your mistress!” she ordered, a dreamy look on her beautiful face. He crouched between her legs and commenced his now familiar task as she moaned softly above him. The nylon of her pantyhose grazed his ears; her juices covered his face as he used his tongue to give her intense pleasure.

The sight, smell and sensual sounds of her pussy made his cock unbearably hard and he desperately wanted to cum. Over the past days, the wristbands and the gold ring around his balls had trained him to keep his hands away from his cock. Now, he considered exchanging the pain for just a few seconds of feeling his hand around his straining cock. He kept licking slowly as she lay back, legs wantonly splayed and sensual and satisfied smile on her face as she watched him stroke her labia with his tongue.

“Mmmm… Not bad…” she said. “I think that you’ll get some food after all!” Pushing him away as she stood, Rowena adjusted her skirt and sat down at her desk. Ignoring him, she worked on some papers until she looked up with a pleased look on her face.

“Follow me!” she snapped and he crawled after her into her bedroom. My eyes bulged as she slowly stripped her clothes off and, naked, walked into the bathroom. The shower ran and he heard Rowena singing softly as he stared down at his hard bald cock. Was she going to let him fuck her? He couldn’t remember what slipping his cock into a wet pussy felt like… She emerged, naked, towelling her hair and he watched those magnificent breasts jiggle with the movement. “Hard slave?” she taunted, grinning. “Yes Mistress,” he groaned. “Your slave is hard…”

“My slave is going to stay hard!” she said and started pulling some lingerie out of the drawer as he watched helplessly, cock throbbing as she snapped a red lace bra around her breasts… A red lace suspender belt was next and she sat on the bed to slide black stockings up her legs. In the other room, he could hear the clink of cutlery and crockery. “Sounds like the dinner table is ready!” she smiled. Rowena smoothed the stockings, gave him a cold look and walked back into the bathroom.

When she returned, her make up was completed, hair styled and she looked beautiful as she sat on the edge of the bed, legs apart. Staring at her pussy, he pleaded with his eyes for relief but she laughed and held out a pair of scissors. “Trim my pussy hair, slave… I have to look nice for my new lover!” she added slyly and he gasped in shock. “Don’t cut me!” she warned “or I will have your balls cut off!”

Nervously, his cock throbbing, he trimmed her beautiful pussy. He used to boast that he got a lot of pussy but now, he got even more, he just doesn’t get to fuck them… Her intimate perfume wafted around him as he bent close to trim the Rowena hairs around her puffy pussy lips.

“Stare at it, slave!” she whispered. “You used to be able to get me when you wanted but you were a fool. You took me for a fool and you made a big mistake!”

He was sweating when he was finished, his cock jerking with his pulse as he prayed for relief. Perhaps he could just rub his cock against her stockings, he thought desperately but Rowena suddenly stood up. He watched as she stepped into a red dress and pull it up, her hands adjusting the side zipper. Rowena twirled around. “I think he will like it…”

She smiled sensuously. “And he will get a big surprise when he puts his hand up my dress, won’t he, slave…”

She laughed at the miserable look on his face, gathered up her purse and turned to the door. “We’re having a cosy dinner right in the next room… You wait here slave… You’re in for quite a night!” With that she left him and his twitching cock alone in the bedroom. She had left the controller on the bed head so that he could not stand so he waited on his knees, wondering what humiliation she had planned for him now…

Hours passed and he heard tinkling of glasses, constant mumble of conversation and, sometimes, laughter with Rowena’s throaty laugh and a deep rumble from her companion. Music. And he imagined her dancing with some man, his hand wandering up that short Rowena dress to her cunt and his cock throbbed…

The door opened and Rowena walked in, hand in hand with a young black man, and picked up the controller. “Here he is,” she said… “My little slave… Watch!” She flicked the controller and he writhed in pain on the floor, trying to ride out the waves of pain… With a click, the pain subsided and, his balls aching, he scrambled to his knees again.

“Very effective…” the young man said. He was dressed in fawn slacks and a white, open neck shirt. “Yes,” Rowena said… “Very!” And she leaned into his arms and kissed him. He watched his hand move up her skirt and she parted her legs to give him entry while her hand stroked a huge bulge in his trousers…

His cock was hard and he was thoroughly humiliated, demoted to a non-human in her presence. Rowena undid his shirt and slipped it off, his muscular black chest revealed while he kicked his shoes off. She moved near the bed and, slipped her dress off over her head as he looked approvingly at her. “Beautiful,” he rumbled in that deep voice…

“Slave…” she said, smiling at me. “This is James. James is your master and can use the controller as well. You wouldn’t like that, would you?” “No Mistress,” He said hurriedly. “Slave wouldn’t like that.” his face blushed scarlet.

“Can I have the controller?” James asked, and he flinched as Rowena passed it to him.

“Do I have to use this?” he asked.

“No Master, ” he pleaded.

“Undo my trousers,” he said and the slave hurriedly unbuckled his belt, unzipped his fly and the trousers fell away. As he stepped out of them, the slave stared at the bulge in his white underwear and Rowena laughed coldly.

“And those as well!” he said and the slave pulled the underwear down and his huge cock uncurled and hung in front of his eyes.

“Slave!” Rowena called and he turned to look her as she unclipped her bra, her large breasts swinging free. “It’s much bigger than yours, isn’t it?” He flushed and, involuntarily looked down at his cock. It was smaller and thinner than the monster that hung in front of his face… “Yes, Mistress…” he whispered. “What?” she snapped. “Yes Mistress. Master’s cock is bigger than slaves…” Humiliation swept over him as they both laughed.

“Come here, darling…” the slave started to turn until he realised that she was talking to James and the idea of it, the two of them, hit him like a sledge-hammer in the stomach. He felt sick…

They sat side by side on the bed and Rowena beckoned the slave to kneel in front of them as they kissed deeply, tongues seeking each other’s and as they kissed he stared at the sight in front of his eyes. James’s huge hard cock and Rowena’s swollen pussy, glistening with desire amongst the trimmed red pussy hair. His cock ached…

Rowena smiled coldly down at him, spreading her legs. “Lick me, slave… Get me wet for James!” Obediently, he leaned forward and licked and kissed her pussy. She was all ready wet and my now expert tongue made her juices run down her thighs… Pushing him away, she leaned down and sucked James’s massive cock into her red lips, her blue eyes staring at her slave as he watched in horror. Rowena raised her head and the massive black cock popped out of her mouth with an obscene noise while she held it in her hand.

“Don’t you wish that this was yours, slave?” she said, her eyes heavy lidded in lust. There was no need to answer, his small cock was moving wildly as if it had a mind of its own…

Rowena laid back on the bed, her long red hair cascading down the pillow as James positioned himself between her long stocking covered legs. Her slave was filled with swirling emotions as he watched him start to ease that massive cock into her wet cunt… Jealousy, rage, hopelessness, all coursed through him as Rowena turned her head on the pillow and smiled at him…

“At last…” she whispered… “A REAL cock!”

“Arggg…” James moaned said as he slid deep inside her.

“Compared to that!” she gasped, gesturing at her slave and he hung my head.

“Look at us, slave!” she hissed and he knew that he was not going to be able to avoid this obscene spectacle…

James pushed in and out of her, finding a long slow rhythm as Rowena, her legs wrapped around him, began to moan. After a few moments, she hung her arms around him, pulled him close as she moan louder. “God,” she cried, “this is wonderful! It’s been so long. Fuck me! Fuck me!” Tears trickled down her slaves face as she screamed in ecstasy and finally climaxed with a high shrill moan…

“Oh…” she smiled up at James. “You really are rather good…. Are you close yet?” she asked and he shook his head, smiling at her. Rowena pushed him back so that he slipped out, his stiff wet cock waving obscenely as she knelt on all fours. “Fuck me from behind…” she whispered and James positioned himself behind her. “Get closer, slave!” she taunted. “I want you to be able to see all of this!”

Moving closer to the bed, the slave watched as the huge cock slipped into her glistening pussy, her thighs wet with her juices and their sweat as he sawed in an out. Rowena moved her bottom and sultrily smiled at her slave as, open-mouthed; he watched her being fucked by this young black man.

“Ohhhh…” he groaned then he arced his back and quivered as he spurted his seed deep inside her, collapsing on her back and holding her close as he finished…

They lay in silence, holding each other while her slave knelt, head bowed, at the bedside. The huge cock slipped out, wet with her juices and his cum, and lay like a fat tired snake across his groin. James stretched. “Is that enough for you today?”

“Yes… It’s a long drive back into town… Take care…”

She then clicked her fingers to dismiss the stud then Rowena smiled at him coldly… She stretched like a tigress, her large breasts moving and his eyes were drawn to
the wet thatch between her legs.

“Come on, slave… Lick me!” she said softly, staring at him the stunned, he leaned forward and tentatively began to lick her pussy and she moaned with satisfaction.

“You make a far better slave than you ever were as a husband!” she said coarsely and her juices started to flow.

I have just uploaded the final part of my brand new “High Heel Bitch in Pantyhose” video into the Premier Video Library together with the usual full load of screen captures and I have also just uploaded a whole load of pics into the “The Lady & The Gloryhole” series that was shot just last Friday here into the Photo Gallery…

I had stayed up in Holland Park on Thursday night with friends and then as arranged a few days earlier I met up with a couple of Lady-Sonia.com members for coffee at Starbucks in Hampstead with Mrs. Smith and I ended up inviting them both to travel down with us to East Sussex to watch the video and photo shoot that I had planned for later that afternoon… I have to say that I was enjoying the shoot very much so it ended up going on a little longer than it was expected and then we travelled back up to London for dinner at the Tamarind in Mayfair and it was a really great day…

The next morning, she half convinced herself that she had dreamed the day before. Surely her boss wouldn’t go to all the trouble of inspecting? Her cheeks burned from the embarrassment of disrobing in front of those knowing eyes. She had felt that Red could see into her very soul, knowing all her wants and desires. With proud resentment, she shoved herself into nylons. She would wear a skirt and deliver coffee on her knees, a shaved pussy wasn’t too bad, but suspenders and stockings and no underwear were too much.

She left for work and was 5 minutes late. 7:05. Red was in her office. Sarah hoped she hadn’t noticed the time, and quickly made some coffee, tapping her toes impatiently, as she waited for it to brew. Finally, it was done and Sarah hastened to Reds office, shutting the door and locking it, and going to her knees. It was most humiliating to crawl over to her boss, who, by now, was watching her closely. She reached for the cup, and continued to gaze at Sarah. Sarah almost rose, but thought better of it, since she had been late. Red looked angry already, and she didn’t want to anger her further.

“I will have to punish you for being late. Now, up and remove your clothing.”

“You can’t be serious, every morning?” She tried to stall. Red put the coffee down. She retrieved, from under her desk, what looked like a riding crop. Sarah swallowed hard. She knew she was in trouble. She smiled sweetly, as she began undoing buttons. Maybe she would go easy on her. Her clothing dropped to the floor, and her hopes with them, when she saw the scowl on Red’s face as she took in her nylons.

“My, you are a testy one. What reason do you have for not having completed my simple instructions?” She had approached her and rubbed the crop over Sarah’s mound. She immediately felt warm, as the crop teased her clit. “Ummmm. None. I just don’t feel like wearing stockings and suspenders, and was hoping I could compromise?” The crop snaked between Sarah’s legs and Red grabbed the other end and pulled up. The crop plunged into Sarah’s cunt, and she tried to struggle free, but the crop remained buried. “Ow. O.K. I’m sorry. I won’t let it happen again-Ow-” Sarah began to push at Red’s hands, trying to push the crop out. Red was relentless, and kept pressure on the crop between her legs, pulling her up. Sarah was on tiptoe, trying to wrestle the crop from her boss, before Red let the crop go.

“You are correct.” She hissed. “It won’t happen again.” The crop smacked her bottom. Sarah yelped. “Now get out of those horrid things.” Sarah did so without hesitation. “At least your pussy is shaved.” She said as she went to her desk drawer and got a pair of scissors. Sarah was wide-eyed with interest as she watched her nylons being cut in two. She was shocked at the speed with which Red crossed the floor and grabbed her hands and tied them tightly in front of her. “What-what are you doing-” was all she could get out as her underwear were stuffed into her mouth and secured with part of the other half of nylon. Red dragged her across the room to a soft chair, pushed her face down and secured her hands to the front chair legs with the ends of her very expensive nylons. Sarah was shaking with fear as she felt ropes attach her ankles, and her legs spread to be tied to the chair. She muffled into her gag, but knew it was hopeless. It was humiliating to be in this position, exposed. She could feel herself become wet in her submission.

Nothing happened for a while. This unnerved her. Then she felt fingers push into her cunt. “My you are wet.” Sarah grunted as Red’s fingers found her G-spot, teasing it. She nodded rigorously, and tried to move her hips. Red laughed. The crop hit her squarely on her bottom. Hard. Sarah squealed, and threw her head into the air. She thought she might pee as the next hits stung her again and again. At the tenth one, she was ready to cry. Her bottom was on fire. Red removed the gag and cruelly lifted her head by the hair. “Do you understand who is in charge here?”

“Yes. Yes. Yes.” Sarah babbled.

“Good. You will count the next with me. Ready?” Smack. “One” Sarah called out. That one didn’t hurt as much. Her bottom must be numb. Smack. “Two.” But by the time she got to ten, she was in tears. She was horrified when her boss came around to face her. Red pulled up her skirt, exposing her own shaved pussy. Sarah could smell her sex. Red wore no underwear, and seemed in her own world. “Lick me, bitch.” Red ordered, in a whispery voice, which Sarah thought was beautiful. She snaked out her tongue. Red buried Sarah’s face in her snatch. Sarah begged to suck and lick, wanting desperately to please this woman, knowing now what her true role was. She wanted to make this woman cum again and again. It wasn’t long before Red was cumming. Sarah struggled to keep up with her. Her jaws and tongue began to tire. finally, Red was satiated, and collapsed onto the nearby sofa. Minutes passed. It must be close to 8:00 by now. Sarah should be at her own desk, but she was afraid to say anything. She waited, somewhat enjoying her helplessness at being splayed over the chair like that.

When Red recovered, she walked across the room and sipped her now luke warm coffee. 7:45, not bad. And Sarah looked delicious. Her bottom was red and beginning to bruise. She had done a wonderful job giving her pleasure. She would make a good slave indeed. Red crossed the room to the helpless victim.

Approaching her, Red rubbed her bottom cheeks. They were very warm. She traced a finger down Sarah’s bottom crack, and slid it over her wetness, to rest on her clit.

Sarah responded immediately. Red teased her clit until Sarah was moaning with desire and need. She decided at the last minute not to let her cum. It would be too easy for her. Sarah still had a lot of learning to do. Red teased her again, just getting her to the point of orgasm, but not quite. Sarah began to beg for release.

“Please let me cum.”

“Your needs don’t concern me, pussy licker. You have been naughty. I will tell you when you may cum. It is so nice to see you struggle. Your bottom will be sore, and every time you sit down, you will be reminded of your need for complete dominance.” Red continued to work Sarah’s clit, bringing her close, but not over the edge. Slaves served better when they needed release. A Mistress could get a slave to do almost anything just to be allowed to cum. It was the ultimate control. Sarah seemed to enjoy it. “Your orgasms are mine to control. If you cum without permission, you will be punished.”

“I-I-I under—stand.” The poor slut gasped. “Please–I–only want to–please you–” Red delighted in her control. Sarah was a natural. “You have a gorgeous body, slave. Check your e-mail tonight.” She began to untie Sarah, noting with pleasure the girl’s obvious disappointment at not being allowed to cum. She helped Sarah to a standing position. Before letting her dress, she tied one half of the nylon tightly around Sarah’s waist. She knotted the other half, sliding it up tightly into her cunt, with one knot wedged well into her slit, and the other at her bottom hole. The ends were then looped around the waist and tied tight. “This is the rest of your punishment. I expect to find it in place at all times today. If it isn’t, I will make it tighter.” She watched Sarah’s face wince as she pulled up the slack of the “chastity belt” and tightened it further.

“Now, get dressed and get out of my office.”

Sarah did as ordered. Every time she moved the nylon bit into her. Walking as naturally as she could, she left her boss’s office. She smiled at a few people, and stiffly made her way to her desk, wincing as she sat down. How would she ever be able to endure this knotted pain; the knots were extremely uncomfortable. How was she going to use the restroom? She fired up her computer, pulled her desk drawer open, and gasped. There, bunched up were her nylons and panties from yesterday.

There was a note, which said. “I know you came yesterday, so I have decided that you need to keep these in this drawer as a reminder of your servitude.” Sarah gulped, shoved them to the back of the drawer, and began her workday. It wasn’t long before she was squirming with discomfort. The knotted nylons burrowed into her pussy and bottom. She would be very sore by the end of the day. She kept her coffee and water drinking to a minimum, but by 10:00, her bladder was burning. With slightly trembling hands, she dialled her boss.

“Red, how may I help you?”

“Hey, it’s Sarah. I need to . . .” At a loss for words, she let her sentence trail off.”

“Is this my pussy licker?”

Sarah cringed. “Yes.”

“Who is this?”

Casting a glance around the office, Sarah lowered her voice. “Yes this is your pussy licker. I need to use the bathroom.”

“I see. Than go, but do not remove or loosen anything.”

“Thank you.”

Walking was extremely difficult with the knots digging into her, and her bladder burning with fullness. In the safety of the stall, Sarah was able to just barely pull the nylon away, so she could pee. She was beginning to truly enjoy this dominance Red had over her. Although she wanted to finger herself to orgasm, she knew it would be a bad idea. Red would find out as she did yesterday, and the punishment from that was bad enough. Accepting her fate, Sarah returned to her desk to finish her workday. At the end of the day, Red called her into her office. Sarah casually smiled a good-bye to some of the last people leaving, and went to her boss’s office.

She immediately went to her knees when she saw that no one else was there, and waited at the door. Red approached her, circled her, locked the door, and pulled her hair so that she was forced to crawl along with her. “Up here.” Red motioned toward her coffee table.

“Now, strip for me. Strip slowly.”

As Sarah obliged, she began to do a slow silent dance, delighting in the pull and pinch of the nylon riding deep inside her. The constant pressure had eventually turned into hot desire; her only need was to bring the woman pleasure. When all that was left, was the nylon “chastity belt,” Red slid a knife between fabric and skin and slit the nylon. Sarah gasped. “Now, masturbate, and stop when I tell you to.”

Sarah’s fingers were in a rush to reach her clit. She began to work herself and was soon ready to cum.

“Stop.” Sarah groaned.

“Oh please, I’ve waited soo loong.”

“Continue.”

She did, again and again. Sarah began to sweat. “Please, I’ll do anything, anything you say, and anything you want. I’m your slave, please let me give you pleasure.”

Red smiled. She had Sarah right where she wanted her. This would be a fun 30 days. She took her digital and began taking pictures.

“You may cum.” And she watched in fascination as Sarah almost collapsed from her orgasm. She ordered Sarah to keep going, even though the one orgasm satisfied her. She wanted to see how many she could get out of Sarah. She came again and then again, and ordered keep going when she paused to catch her breath.

“Please let me stop.”

“First you beg to cum, and then you beg to stop. I’m in charge. Keep going.” Sarah obeyed, losing track of how many orgasms she had.

“You may stop, slave.” Sarah gasped for breath, sweaty and still needy. “Approach me on your knees and beg to serve me.”

Sarah crawled nicely along the floor, stopping when she reached her. “Please may I lick your cunt? I want to please you.”

“You may.” Red Pushed Sarah’s hands behind her back and secured them in place.

She could feel Sarah shiver. “Now, go ahead, let’s see what that mouth and tongue can do.” She smiled as Sarah struggled to pull up her skirt with her teeth. To encourage her to move faster, Red swung the crop against her bottom. Sarah yelped and finally reached her boss’s sweet smelling pussy. As Red leaned back to enjoy Sarah’s mouth, the phone rang and was ignored. That gave Red an idea. Her orgasm approached as she thought out tomorrow’s scene. She would have Sarah properly serve her. Then she would see how well the slut would do on the phone while she teased her clit. Red came as she imagined Sarah bent over the desk, legs spread, and weighted clamps on her nipples. These she would pull and twist and add more weights to, and tease the poor girl’s clit while forcing her pussy licker to talk on the phone. Red had some close friends who would enjoy a sex heated phone call. Delicious. She came again, imagining many scenes with her office pussy licker.

As for Sarah, when she finally made it home to check her e-mail, she felt a strange dread as she pulled up the e-mail addressed to The Office Pussy Licker. Red, is seems, had taken the pleasure of assigning her a new e-mail, pussylicker, and she should check that every night. Sarah logged onto her new e-mail, and began to shake.

There she found that her Mistress had submitted the 4 stories from the disk to several story sites. Sarah would now be known as pussy licker on Internet story sites. Her Mistress had also attached the digital pictures of her office pussy licker, describing the submission in detail. Sarah sighed. The pictures appeared to have just been sent to her, but there was a warning that the pictures would be sent to anyone if her Mistress was ever displeased with her. She also was instructed to respond nightly to every response sent to her and cc Red There was quite a few already.

Sarah’s servitude truly began that night, as she began to answer her e-mail…

Sarah rushed into the office on Monday morning. Her heart pounding as she raced up the flights of stairs, her breathing ragged as she tried to walk calmly down the hallway to her desk. She noticed her boss’s door was opened. She was in earlier that usual. Sarah reached her desk. Her heart skipped a beat when she found that the disk she had mistakenly left there on Friday was not there. Staring at her desk as if to make the disk appear, she was unaware that her boss, Red, had approached her.

“You’re in a little early my dear.” The cool words made Sarah spin around. Her eyes widened as she saw the disk lying in her boss’s hand. Her mouth became dry as Red motioned her into her office. She knew she was going to get fired. She had only been on the job for a few months, and had not developed any kind of relationship. Sarah had been foolish to bring the disk to work, but she had wanted to get the story done for her boyfriend, and thought it would be safe to bring it back and forth on disk. It was only when she was searching for it on Saturday that she realized she had misplaced it… It contained bondage story fantasies…

Red shut and locked the door, and pushed Sarah to the middle of the room. She smiled wickedly as she saw Sarah’s distress. She inserted the disk into her computer, actually humming as she did so. She wasn’t going to bring that stuff up on the screen, right there, when she knew Sarah was already embarrassed? As the first story appeared, Sarah blurted out “I’m sorry, I’ll pack my things and be on my way…”

“Actually, it is very good writing… Your fantasies are very real… Have you lived any of them out?”

“No…” She answered.

Red smiled. “I think you answered that too quickly. I believe you are experienced with some bondage.” She rounded her desk and approached Sarah, who was trying to edge to the door. Something made her not rush out. Red came right up to her, circling her, eyeing her up and down, the cool green eyes unnerved her. “And to think, you put on such a ‘holier than thou’ attitude. Are you a submissive?” The question sprung on her so quickly that Sarah was taken off guard.

“Yes — I mean no…” She finished weakly. “May I please just leave?” This humiliation was horrible. Red smiled again. Sarah could see that her boss enjoyed this.

“There is no need for you to leave… I have a proposition for you…”

Thunder raged in Sarah’s ears. She tried to clear her head. Red picked up a wooden ruler. Sarah caught her breath at the round form of her buttocks bending over the desk. Her skirt rode up, and up, and up. She had very shapely legs; firm legs, trim, small ankles, a nicely rounded bottom, trim waist.” If you agree to be my personal servant for a month, I will let this matter go.” The ruler tapped the palm of Red’s hand, as if it had a mind of its own. She circled Sarah again, her skirt rustling, her small breasts rising in rapid movements. Sarah could see erect nipples through the silk fabric. What kind of bra does she wear? Panties? Nylons? No. She shook her head to clear it. “You will be at my beck and call for the entire time… You will wear only skirts… I won’t tolerate any pantyhose… You must wear suspenders and stockings, no underwear, no bra, have your pussy shaved bare, or be punished.”

She smacked her hand. Hard. Sarah jumped, as if she herself had been hit, and began to speak.

“Quiet! This is not blackmail. I think you will enjoy it. You must be seeking something like this yourself or you wouldn’t still be standing here!” A long, slender forefinger reached under Sarah’s chin, pushing her head back. “I’ll bet you are wet.” The words were velvet.

“Yes…” Sarah answered softly. This unexpected turn of events stunned her into silence. She felt betrayed by the wetness and warm tingling between her legs. She was not a lesbian, so why was she aroused at feeling helpless?

“If, after one month, you are unhappy, you will be free to go, with a good reference from me. I’ll put it in writing, if you wish. I’ll give you 5 minutes to think about it, but you must decide before you leave this office.”

Sarah stood, feeling as though she were swallowed up in one of her own fantasies. How hard would it be, to be a servant for a month? Surely she could handle that. It might even be kind of fun. She continued to stand awkwardly in the middle of Red’s office. Red began to busy herself with some work, began to print something, jotted down notes. Sarah watched wordlessly, and Red began to print out her stories, then copy the disk, and then send them in an e-mail attachment somewhere. How old was she? The way her red hair was pulled back made her appear older. She must be in her late 30’s. Was she married? Sarah didn’t know. She seemed reasonable enough, even seemed as though she had some kind of experience in this bondage area. Sarah was deep in thought and arousal.

“Time’s up! Well?” She arched her eyebrow and tapped her desk with the ruler. “Well?” She asked again, continuing to tap with the ruler. Sarah was frozen by the movement, but managed a weak “Yes…”

Red sighed, stood, approached her, and tapped the ruler in the palm of her hand. She wore little makeup, and smelled heavenly. Sarah could see her palm beginning to turn red. “Yes, what?” She snapped. “Y-y-es, I’ll be your servant for a month.” She answered with more confidence than she felt. She had no idea what she was getting into. She could sense the office beginning to come to life outside the closed door.
It was a world away.

“Very well. Sign this. It’s our contract for 30 days. Remove your coat. Remove your clothes. We may as well get started right now.”

Remove her clothes… Hit home as she signed her name. “Remove my clothes?” She asked incredulously. “Now? Are you nuts–?” The ruler silenced her as Sarah felt it across her bottom. “Yes. You are mine to do with as I please for the next 30 days.” Sarah felt a shiver creep up her spine as the full impact of what she had agreed to began to sink in. She swallowed hard. Her cheeks began to burn with shame.

“I’m waiting.” Crack!! The ruler hit her again. Sarah fumbled with her clothing until she was down to her nylons, underwear and bra. She paused. “Keep going. The longer this takes, the more questions will be aroused by those people arriving for work.” She felt tears beginning to form and she slid off her nylons. Her breathing was barely audible as she unhooked her bra. Her shoulders slouched as she lowered her underwear.

Red caught her breath as Sarah stood cowering before her. She must be a “C” Cup, and her nipples were already hard. She enjoyed watching her squirm, the arms not sure where to go, or what to cover up. Approaching Sarah, she circled around her, tracing a line here and there on the white skin, which had goose bumps, as Sarah shivered, and tried to cover those delicious tits. Sarah jumped as her boss began to pull her arms behind her. A sharp smack with the ruler settled her down.

Red ignored her distress as she forced her arms back. “This is the way you should stand before me, hands joined in back. Now, every morning you will be here at 7.00 a.m., and bring me my morning coffee when I arrive. You will shut my office door and lock it. On your knees, you will bring me my coffee. When you have permission to, you will remove your clothing,” Red began to circle Sarah, pushing the ruler between her legs to separate them, letting the smooth cool metal edge slide gently up
her slit. Sarah let out a moan. “You will present yourself to me.” Her hands pushed Sarah’s shoulders back. “You will hold your hands behind your back during morning inspection. Your pussy will be shaved clean. If this is not done, or you fail to wear the appropriate undergarments, you will be punished. If you don’t have stockings and suspenders, then buy them.” Sarah began to shiver as she began to feel trapped. Trapped by her own desire, and shamed by that desire. She wanted this. Her breathing became laboured as her boss tweaked each nipple. “These tender nipples,” she whispered into Sarah’s ear, “will become used to a variety of clamps.” She pulled hard at each nipple.

“Ooh… Ahh…” Was the only responses Sarah could make. She was enslaved. Maybe she was a lesbian. How would she explain that to her boyfriend? She had known him, too, only for a short while. Would he understand if he found out? To read it in story was one thing, but to experience it?

From the pile of wrinkled clothing, Red picked up the nylons and underwear. Throwing them in the direction of the door, she instructed, “You may toss these into your rubbish bin, and you had better do it, because I will check. Now get on your knees. Cup your tits, pinch your nipples, and offer them to me. Stick out your tongue. You have made me very excited. I need to see what your tongue is capable of.” Sarah was a beauty. Short brown hair, round but not heavy figure. Her bone structure was fascinatingly large, with broad shoulders tapering to a trim waist and then to lush hips. Good muscle tone, very little fat. She relished the girl’s submission, as the girl followed orders. Red went to her desk, lifted her skirt, and sat in her chair. “Crawl to me, you little slut!”

Keeping the humiliating position, Sarah began crawling to her Mistress, her tongue out, and breasts cupped. She began to tweak her own nipples. She was keenly aware of the tingling and wetness between her legs. She had never licked a woman before.

When she reached Red, she was instructed to use her teeth to pull her underwear down. To hurry Sarah along, Red would swat her bottom with the ruler. By the time Reds panties were around her ankles, Sarah’s bottom was turning red. “Well done, my office pet. Now lick me!”

Sarah obeyed. Red tasted wonderful, she had to admit. Although keeping her balance was somewhat difficult, she never thought to remove her hands from her breasts. Sarah actually began massaging her tits, and squeezing her nipples. Red would send the ruler crashing down on her bottom, which only seemed to make her more excited.

Sarah wanted desperately to masturbate. “Spread your knees apart. That’s it. Now arch your back. You are a good pussy licker. Perhaps that should be your name? Yes, the office pussy licker. Oooh, yes, that’s the spot, stick your tongue in my pussy!”

Sarah could feel her Mistress’s pussy begin to pulse around her tongue. She nibbled, and sucked for all she was worth. Her bottom felt on fire from the ruler swats, and she moaned a little when the next blows were particularly hard. Could people in the office hear what was going on behind the door? Sarah was surprised that this thought turned her on even more. Within an hour, Sarah felt as though she had become a slut. Red came with a torrent of juices. Sarah lapped as much up as she could. Her face was moist from the mixture of saliva and cunt juice. When Red was satisfied, she pushed her office pussy licker away, and said, “Not bad pussy licker… Now get dressed, and get your bottom back to work, and bring me my coffee.”

Sarah was completely humiliated at being treated like this. Her hands were shaking as she pulled on her wrinkled skirt and blouse. Man she needed to cum but was afraid to ask. Grabbing her nylons and panties, Sarah rushed to the office door. She hesitantly opened it, saw more office people than she liked. She took a deep breath, and made her way the short distance to her cubicle. Shakily she sank into her office chair, and threw her nylons and panties into the trash, which she moved under her desk, and immediately covered up with a pile of papers. God, she needed an orgasm. She was so wet. Her phone rang. She picked it up, and cleared her throat, “Sarah speaking.”

“My office pussy licker has forgotten something…”

The coffee. “Yes, Red I’ll bring it right away.” Sarah ignored the curious stare of her office co-worker, who definitely noticed Sarah’s lack of under clothing, not to mention her wrinkled skirt and blouse. There’s definitely something going on there, Sue thought. Perhaps they are lesbians. No, judging by the flustered way Sarah was acting, rushing to the coffee pot, and disappearing into the boss’s office, there was more to it. The curious Sue went over to Sarah’s desk, pulled out the trashcan. Nylons and panties, this will make for wonderful office gossip.

The day dragged. Delivering coffee to her Mistress had been harder than she had anticipated. Crawling on her knees, trying not to spill any coffee, was degrading enough, but worse, yet Red had ordered, “Now, my pussy licker, crawl to the centre of the room, pull your skirt up to you waist, put your forehead on the floor, spread your knees wide, and spread your pussy lips for me.” Horrified, Sarah did as ordered, desperately wanting to finger her clit.

“Your pussy is very wet.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good, stay like that for a minute or two.” Sarah felt frozen in time. She could hear her boss moving around the office. “Okay, now finger you clit.” Sarah did so without hesitation. Red took digital pictures of the office pussy licker. When Sarah seemed close to orgasm, Red made her stop. Red smiled at the groan of frustration coming from her new toy. “Please, Mistress, I need to cum so badly. Please let me. Please let me.” God, it was degrading. She was talking to the carpet; her forehead and knees were getting sore from the rough carpeting. “No, I think you haven’t learned your true status, yet. Now crawl to the door, and get out of here.” Sarah followed instructions.

She straightened her skirt, and calmed herself as best she could. Walking to her desk, she knew her forehead and knees had carpet marks on them. Sue, her co-worker gave her an odd disturbing smile, as Sarah sat down. Ignoring her, Sarah threw herself into her work to keep her mind off things. One of the gals at lunch, noticing that Sarah had no nylons offered to buy her a new pair of nylons, and gave her a very puzzled look when Sarah declined. After lunch, Sarah could stand the frustration between her thighs no longer. She spent longer than usual in the bathroom stall, fingering herself to orgasm several times. When it was time to leave, Red was nowhere to be seen.

Sarah left quickly, and went to the nearest mall to pick up garter and hose, and sexy
undergarments.

She called her boyfriend, who was not available, and Sarah had to satisfy her lust alone. Trying on and buying the sexy clothing made her horny all over again. She took a long bath, and was just getting dried off when her phone rang. Thinking it was Roger she grabbed the phone. She could use a good fuck.

“Hello.”

“Is this the office pussy licker?” Sarah cringed as she recognized her boss.

“Yes Mistress.”

“I want your e-mail address.”

“Why?”

“Listen pussy licker, would you rather I leave detailed, embarrassing messages on your answering machine? I want to send you something.”

Sarah hung up the phone. This was a nightmare. She was horny again. She went to her room, pulled out her trusty vibrator, and plunged it into her soaking cunt, and came many times before she was somewhat satiated, dreaming of a cock, or tongue, or anything…Forgetting that she should check her e-mail, she felt into a lust induced sleep.

It was later the next day that Rowena rode out with Lady Sonia and then when they returned they showered and changed before driving through to the saddlers in Tunbridge Wells…

Marcus kept himself busy in the yard all afternoon and when the Range Rover pulled into the driveway he was still at the back of the stable building and Rowena had to walk around to the paddock to find him…

In a rather haughty voice Rowena announced, “I’m really rather tired… Philip will drop me back home and you can take my car…”

“Um… Ok… Where is Lady Sonia?”

Rowena said, “She took the bags into the house with her driver… Anyway… I will see you later…” She then turned quickly and he watched her walk away… Philip nodded to him with a rather annoying little smile that seemed to put his nerves on edge and he wondered what was going on…

Thirty minutes later Marcus was finished and as he left and went to the car park to find Rowena’s car he was just taking the keys from his pocket when he heard someone walk up behind him…

“Well, well… Its my personal masturbation slave!” Lady Sonia walked up to the car smiling coldly at him…

“Where is Rowena, masturbation slave? Did she leave with Philip?”

“Please…” He said. “Please… Don’t call me that…”

“Why not? That is what you do!” She laughed coldly…

As his face started to turn red he stole a glance at her legs… Seeing the black fully-fashioned seamed nylons he almost gasped as he remembered the day before in her kitchen…

Lady Sonia saw where his eyes were looking and carefully adjusted her skirt then ordered; “Walk me back to the house masturbation slave!”

As she turned and walked away he almost ran after her.

She opened the front door and slipped inside. He hesitantly stood on the steps, “Well, good night…” He whispered into the darkness.

“Get in here NOW!” She snapped from the dark hallway and, looking around, he slipped inside the house…

“Where are you?” He called softly in the darkness.

“Here!” She answered and he followed her voice up the starts and then down the hallway into her bedroom, which was dimly lit by a soft bedside lamp. Lady Sonia was seated on the bed, her skirt hiked up around her thighs showing her stocking tops and suspender belt.

He stood there stunned until her voice brought him back. “Get your clothes off NOW!” Lady Sonia ordered.

“But…” He started to protest…

“Listen, masturbation slave…” She hissed. “If you don’t do EXACTLY what I say I am going to tell Rowena that you asked to look at my legs while you masturbated and you KNOW that I will have no hesitation at all in doing that!”

“But… Lady Sonia…” He whined, knowing that if Rowena challenged him with that suggestion, his face would tell her the truth. He was captured…

“Last time… Get them off!”

He stripped his clothes off and stood naked before her, his cock all ready hard which brought a cold smile to her face. “Get over here!” She commanded and he stood in front of her. “Kneel there!” Lady Sonia said, pointing at the floor immediately in front of her and he did, his face now level with her panty covered sacred sex… Cock twitching, he licked his lips as he stared at the black lace covering her vulva…

“I am quite wet… I was teasing a rather delicious young man at the saddlers this afternoon with your wife… You had your relief yesterday and now I want mine… Hands behind your back and NO touching with your hands!”

Hypnotised, he watched as her fingers pulled the panties to one side to show her sacred sex with its puffy excited lips… “Get your mouth to work!”

“But…” He stuttered.

“Shut up and lick here!” He put my tongue next to her red painted fingernail and started to lick. Following her breathless directions, he immersed himself in the task and her juices until she pressed his face against her entrance, moaning in delight, shuddering in her orgasm.

His hard cock was jutting from his belly when she pushed him back, and adjusted her panties. “Ok…” Lady Sonia said in a matter of fact manner, still catching her breath… “You can look at my panties and masturbate!”

He wanted to cum badly now… Her black lace panties and suspender belt holding the sheer black nylon of her stockings up teased him… Then gripping his cock, he started masturbating as took her lipstick from the bedside cabinet and then smiling down at him coldly, “Let me know when you are close!” She said.

It didn’t take long… “Ohh… I’m close!” He croaked.

“Stop!” Lady Sonia ordered and he froze, his hand holding his trembling cock. “Ask me to let you cum!”

“Please can I cum?” He asked, desperate.

“Mistress…” She corrected…

“Please Mistress… Can I cum” Face flushing, he felt humiliated but, driven by his need to orgasm, he didn’t care.

“Cum!” She said, laughing now and twisting the lipstick so that the deep red bullet eased its way out of the gold tube…

Frantically, he masturbated his pulsing cock and shot his seed onto her floor while she laughed and checked her lipstick…. “Clean it up NOW!” Lady Sonia said, walking into the en suite bathroom. “Clean it up and get out… I am bored with you now and I am going to bed!”

I have just added part three of my brand new “High Heel Bitch in Pantyhose” video into the Premier Video Library and I have also just added the latest instalment of my Personal Journal as well and to make sure that you are kept busy Elizabeth has just added another six amateur videos from Katrina’s own personal collection into the Fetish-Office.com “Housewife & Girlfriends” video library…