A Quiet Day at the Office

The story continues...

The night is sultry. The warm breeze that gently caresses the leaves in the trees is a welcome relief to you. It washes over your naked skin and helps to alleviate the slightly dull, but gradually increasing sharp pang in your knees. In addition... you smile wickedly to yourself... the breeze has another effect. A much more lustful effect. It helps in keeping your bare nipples in a constant state of arousal.

You ponder your current emotional state. A single word immediately comes into your mind. Lust. Webster's Dictionary defines it as... "Having an intense desire or need... a craving... usually an intense or unbridled sexual urge..."

Yes... this is exactly how you feel. It is lust. Pure and simple and complete. You feel totally removed from the mundane sexual constraints of former boring vanilla life. When you arrived at work this morning... you did not think it possible that by the evening you would find yourself in this position... Stripped naked... kneeling... head prostrated before your Master's door... a butt plug firmly lodged in your ass... pussy dripping wet with your essence. Or... that you would truly love it so dearly... that you would come to crave this sweet torture. Yes... it is lust that is sustaining you as you continued to kneel on the ground in front of my door.

"My Master's door," you correct yourself. "My Master's door. My Master's house."

Lust. Yes... lust you grin. This is most assuredly the feeling... the desire... the need... It is this very state of your mind that is keeping your nipples hard and erect.... and your pussy... you correct yourself yet again... "My Master's pussy..." so swollen and so aching and so soaking wet... and your mind distracted from the throbbing, monotonous pain in your knees.

Naturally this state of lasciviousness causes your conscious mind to begin to wander... and you think back to this morning. To your former... ordinary life... as you were getting ready for work. You remember rising from your bed... slipping out of your simple white cotton t-shirt and innocent white cotton panties... and walking into your bathroom. You remember turning on the shower and stepping underneath the warm and inviting spray. You remember reaching for your scented bath soap... mmmmm... rubbing it in your hands... creating a rich and luxurious lather.

You remember running your creamy hands all over your body... you remember the flowery aroma of jasmine and roses filling your senses. You remember caressing your supple breasts with your hands... teasing yourself... just a little... as you roll your fingers around your nipples. Your sensitive nipples starting to become hard... and you play with them for a moment or two before bringing your soapy hands down across your smooth stomach and finally down to your dewy sex... your hands begin to manipulate the delicate creases of your cunt. As your slick fingers slide over your pussy lips and swirl around your now burgeoning clit you remember thinking about... Jonathan!!

"Oh, my God... Jonathan," you very nearly call out his name as you snap out of your reverie. "I completely forgot about Jonathan."

Jonathan. Your mind drifts suddenly to the man you have been seeing for the last couple of weeks.

"Man..." you then quietly repeat to yourself and smile a bemusing smile. "Jonathan is not a man." And although you and he were the same age, you were in many ways so much older than he. "He was really just a boy... a sweet, innocent boy... but not a man. Not like Master... now Master... He is a man. And a man with," you add with a devilishly lustful grin. "A magnificently beautiful and enormous cock... that Master uses with such divine expertise."

Thoughts of Jonathan causes you think back to your last time together with him... about how he gently kissed you. About how tenderly he took you in his arms and caressed you... almost naively... as if it was his first time. But you remembering wanting more... so much more... You remember breaking from his warm embrace and getting on all fours with your ass sticking high in the air. You remember looking back at him and begging him with your eyes... and then words... to fuck you... to fuck you hard... to take you... to use you... to stick his hard cock inside you and just fuck you.

You remember too, the somewhat stunned look on his face at your wanton plea. You remember that Jonathan did get in behind you... albeit rather reluctantly... as if he was actually repulsed by the idea of just ferally mounting you and then just fucking you long and hard and fast. Of slamming his cock deep inside your wet cunt. As if the thought of just using your body for his pleasure was foreign and unnatural... bordering on uncivilized.

"Now Master..." you salaciously grin to yourself. "He would never act that way if I had offer myself to him in such a manner. Master would have indeed mounted me from behind. If..." you ponder for a moment... "If... that was how Master wanted to take me. Yes... oh yes... Master would have forcibly grab hold of my hips and rammed his gloriously thick and tumescent cock in my hot, wet cunt. Master would fuck me long and hard and relentlessly. Yes... Master would just fuck me... if for no other reason than to simply reaffirm his dominance over me. Yes... Master would use me... use me like a toy... use me as He pleased... for his own fervid sexual pleasures. Master would give me what I so desperately wanted and needed."

The thoughts and images of me using you... of my hard cock thrusting in and out of your wet pussy causes your cunt to become even more saturated with your juices. You, of course, welcome your increased arousal as a clear indication that you have made the right decision.

"Yes," you smile. "My dripping wet cunt knows what I want... probably even better than I do. And my cunt wants to serve Master. After all, my cunt belongs to my Master."

But then an unexpected gust of wind causes you to shiver and suddenly wonder... "But for how long? How long will my pussy... and myself for that matter... be allowed to serve Master? How long until Master has his fill of me and I too am dismissed?"

Like Kristen...

You ponder your precarious situation as the soft and pleasant Indian Summer breeze return and continue its gentle shower on your naked skin... your nipples... your wet aching sex. You then think to yourself... someone once wrote that an Indian Summer is like a woman... ripe and hotly passionate... but fickle. One was never sure how long she would stay around or if she would ever be back.

"I wonder if Master is fickle?" you silently muse and at once at brought back to the memories of your discovery by Kristen. "He must be... he dismissed Kristen. But why... was she not pretty enough? No..." you reassure yourself, "She is certainly attractive enough. Then why... what did she do? She must have done something... but what? How did she displease Master? And how will I know if I am making the same mistake she made?"

These questions and countless others flow through your conscious mind to the point that you are very nearly shaking with fear. And to compound matters... almost at once... you start to feel a bit exposed... a bit vulnerable. Although that feeling... that sensation... is not without a certain level of excitement. However that being said... your exposure and even though the house is secluded and tucked away... causes a small amount of malaise courses through your body.

But then... almost at once... almost miraculously... you are actually surprised when you realize that being naked and this exposed doesn't really bother you. That the fear of being discover... of being found out... in fact... if anything... adds to your seemingly never ending excited state. The simple fact that a stranger could happen upon you like this... naked and prostrate before your Master's front door... does bring back with it that now, oh too familiar sensation of your wet cunt to really start to drip and drip and drip...

In fact you can hardly remember a moment today when your pussy was not dripping wet with your juices. You feel that your cunt has been burning hot all day and the sensation has not been diminished with the countless orgasms you have had. If anything your climaxes... as well as the butt plug that is still firmly stuck in your ass... have aided in ratcheting up your sexual bliss.

As you kneel and wait, you review the events of the first day of the rest of your life. Being summon into Master's office... being ordered to strip off your clothes... kneeling before your Master... having the butt plug inserted into your ass. Oh God... the butt plug... that wickedly salacious device you muse as your thoughts of it causes your asshole to quiver around it. Its purpose... you begin think... to aid in your relinquishing control and to serve as a constant reminder that your entire body is no longer yours.

Your memories of the day take you back to your first whipping... to sucking Master's beautifully hard cock... to being fucked senseless to mind blowing orgasm after mind blowing orgasm...

As you wait outside the house on your knees in reflection, the faint scent of lilacs and white gardenias drifts into your senses. You inhale the sweet, fresh fragrance. The sensation causes you to forget for a moment the ever increasing discomfort you feel in your knees. You feel as though you have been waiting for an eternity... but you are sure it has been no more than five or ten minutes.

"Why is Master leaving me out here for so long," you begin to wonder. "Have I done something wrong? Perhaps Master did not hear the door bell. It is after all a very large house."

But then you realize that you have, in fact, done absolutely nothing wrong. That this is just part of the training. And then you remind yourself that you should not be questioning your Master's methods or decisions.

But your anxiousness does start to betray you and for an instant you very nearly remove your hands from behind your back and reach for the bell. But you do not. You control your actions.

"Master said to ring the bell once and to wait on my knees," you remind yourself. "And is what I will do. I will not disappoint My Master. He knows that I am out here. When Master is ready for me... when he wants me... he will summon me. And then I must be ready to serve Master. Quickly... and without hesitation." Even thought the seductive allure of the decadent possibilities that lie within the house are difficult to resist.

However that does not stop the wave of trepidation and self-doubt that begins to into seep into your mind. Your thoughts again turn back to Kristen... Master's former pleasure slave. She was undoubtedly in this very position. Naked and kneeling outside Master's door. Yet... she failed somehow. She failed to please Master. She was dismissed... yes... she was... you saw the look... the look of longing... of lamentation... that she knew she no longer served Master... no longer suck Master's cock... felt the sublime sensation of deep throating Master's beautiful cock... no longer experienced the pure bliss of being fuck by Master... feeling His cock stretch her wide open.

"Maybe she rang the bell twice," you think. "Yes, that could be it. Yes... this IS a test... part of the training... to see if I can control my emotions. Kristen obviously failed... but I will not."

But as the lustful remembrances of the day continue to filter though... your warm wet cunt being savagely fucking by my cock... your warm wet mouth sucking on my cock and taking it deep down your throat... and then your begging for me to cum in your mouth and then waiting anxiously for permission to shallow it... another unexpected and even stronger gust of wind sends a deeper chill down your spine and you suddenly realize something even more frightening than discovering that Kristen was my former pleasure slave... and that she failed. No... the terrifying truth... the haunting realization... is that she was, in fact, merely one slave in what was surely a long line of former pleasure slaves.

"How many pleasure slaves has Master had?" you begin to speculate. You close your eyes and replay your most recent discipline session at my hand... of being whipped... then paddled. "Master was so... accurate... so precise... so... so... so... perfect. Master struck my ass with such marvelous punctiliousness... with each fluid blow landing identically on top of the previous one. Yes... so perfect... almost... surgical."

So perfect you begin to think that it is highly unlike that Master achieved such skill disciplining just Kristen alone. She had been working at the company only six months prior to yourself. No... you surmise Master must certainly have had other pleasure slaves... many... many others. What happened to them... were they simply dismissed also? Did they fail to please Master too?

"Is that how it was going to be for me?" you ponder as tears start to form in the corners of your eyes. "Is that how I will feel? Sorrow... despair... Yes, most certainly," you admit to yourself. "I will feel all those things and more if Master sends me away... if he dismisses me."

But then as you blink your tears away, you feel a sudden renewal of strength. "No... I will not let this happen... Master will never dismiss me because I will be the best pleasure slave he has ever had. Kristen and the others were nothing... they were clearly not absolutely devoted to Master... Yes, that is it... that is how I will distinguish myself... through my complete and absolute devotion to Master."

And so... when you finally hear the sound you have been longing to hear... the sound of the front door opening... your heart is racing with the simple desire and need to please... with the simple desire and need to serve... with the simple desire and need to obey without question... with out hesitation. You are not fully aware of the fact, but you are fast becoming the ideal pleasure slave.

I see you kneeling before me... I see your breath coming in rapid... shallow bursts. The fragrant aroma of your sex permeates the cool night air.

"And what do we have here?" I ask with feigned innocence.

"A pleasure slave, Master?"

"A pleasure slave?"

"Yes Master... your pleasure slave."

"My pleasure slave... And what brings you here?" I inquire as I lightly grip the riding crop that is in my hand.

"I am here... to continue my training. I am here to serve you Master in any way you see fit. I desire only to please you and to give you pleasure. My body is yours to use in any way you wish. I will obey you without question or hesitation. I wait and long and desire only to be commanded by you."

"Do you make this decision to submit to me... to serve me... to call me Master... to obey me... to be trained be me... all of your own free will?"

"Yes, Master. Of my free will."

"Then remove your shoes and give them to me," I command.

"Yes, Master," you say and instantly reach back and take off your heels. Then with your head still bowed before me, you present them to me. I take them from you and say, "You must be free from any clothes before entering My domain for training purposes. Do you understand?

"Yes, Master."

"Excellent. On all fours then." You obey and bring your hands forward and place them on the ground just outside the door. "Now, crawl to the center of the foyer and stop."

Although it causes you some pain to crawl on your knees... you conceal it beautifully and I watch you glide past me with the sleek gracefulness of panther and come to a stop in the middle of foyer. I place your heels down on the floor just inside the door.

I close the front door. The sound and the completeness of the action causes you to tremble slightly.

"No turning back now," you think. But then again you ponder, "Do I really want to go back... go back to my former life. No," you silently admit to yourself. "I never want to go back. That life... that person... that I was before... no longer exists. I belong to Master now. I am His pleasure slave... His cum slut... His Pet." And then you add reluctantly as your eyes moisten again, "For... for as long as Master will have me."

I turn and face you. I confess that you look so unbelievably incredible. But then I admit, you always do. For some reason you become even more desirable to me when you are naked and vulnerable. Like when you were bent over my desk this evening prior to your first discipline session. It took every ounce of my own self-control to stop myself from slamming my cock into you then and I can feel that same need and desire rising inside me now.

"Rule number one, Pet," I state clearly. "You are not allowed to cum useless given permission. If you do, you will be punished. Do you understand?"

"Yes Master, I understand."

I come up behind you. "Worship," I order. And in a flash you spread your knees as far apart as you can, place your hands behind your back, grasping your left wrist with your right hand and then, keeping your back straight, bend over at the waist and place your forehead to the hardwood floor.

I look down at you... your dripping wet sex on displayed for my eyes to see. I feel my cock began to swell. As I stand there gazing down at you, I must reluctantly confess something to myself... That although I have been training pleasure slaves for many years now... you are the first one that has truly affected me... that has touched me to the point that all I want to do is postponed any training sessions and take you right here and now. To give in... to my own carnal and lustful desires. Rip off my clothes and just take you from behind. Thrust my now pulsating hard cock deep inside your warm flowing cunt and fuck you with a passion bordering on an animalistic frenzy.

But I cannot... I must train you... there must be a certain protocol. And so I begin to circle you in hopes that my movements with help to quell the desire in my heart.

As I move around you, I trace the end the riding drop over your body. I see your body tremble slightly at its touch. I administer a couple of light smacks to your up turned ass and remind you to keep still. The contact of the leather on your flesh produces a soft moan from you. I smack your ass again... a bit harder this time and order you to remain silent. I then place to tip of the crop on your ass and run the whip around your ass and then bring it in and begin to rub it up and down on your very wet cunt. Your own body and desire betray you and although to try very hard, you cannot silence the moans that escape your lips as the tip of the crop grazes over the soft and delicate folds of your pussy and your swollen clit.

Then, as before in my office with the leather strap, I begin to light slap at your sex. Your groans become more intensified as the leather tip of the crop repeatedly comes in contact with your clit. You try... but you are unable to control your body... and soon you are rotating your hips and moaning loudly. As so with your forehead still touching the floor... your body starts to quiver... as you feel the faint sensation of an orgasm building inside you. You know that as your orgasm continues to escalates you will find it more difficult to hold this position and fear that you will not be able to. You feel that at any moment you will slip out of it... that in your now heighten state of sexual arousal... your arms will fall to your sides and you will rise up as your body begins to spasm.

"Silence Pet... and do not move," I order as I continue to slap at your cunt even though I know that you will not be able to control yourself.

"I must hold this position... I must not make a sound... I cannot fail. Master is testing me again and must perform better than the others... better than Kristen."

I replace the leather tip of the riding crop with the palm of my hand. I begin to slowly caress your sex. Once again, you cannot control yourself as you sigh and moan loudly as my fingers slide in and around and between the tender folds of your saturated cunt. It seems as if your efforts are futile... and you almost want to weep at your failure.