Oct 05
14
Friday 14th of October
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.
