Saturday 15th of October
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…
