The night before I had declared my devotion to Angela Harris. She in turn, had supervised my masturbatory dream come true. At work the next day, she acted as any supervisor would, giving no sign of what had transpired the prior evening. Late in the afternoon she called me into her office and brightly announced that we were going out to dinner and that I should be at her place at seven. This relationship, such as it was, was about to progress!
Later, she greeted me at the door wearing a short red cocktail dress with a halter top that showed off her prominent nipples. She was always attractive at work, but dressed like this, she was stunning. I stood speechless, mouth agape. She pushed the door closed, smiled and took a step closer.
"You look happy to see me, Jonboy" Her hand brushed the front of my trousers, which was already forming a tent around my erection. I reached for her. She stepped back.
"Not so fast, big boy." Her tone grew serious. " There's not going to be any wham, bam and thank you ma'am. The closest you'll get is the 'thank you ma'am." Brightening again she twirled around "How do I look? Is it OK I'm not wearing stockings?"
I looked her up and down in wonderment and managed to stammer out that she looked great. Watching me stare at her, Angela narrowed her eyes.
"I know what you're thinking. You're wondering if I'm wearing panties." She smiled. "Well here is your chance to find out. Clasp your hands behind your back. OK, now kneel down."
As I complied she moved to stand just in front of me, her hips just inches from my face.
"Close your eyes now. Keep them shut. Move closer. What do you think, Jonboy?"
Eyes closed, I shuffled over to her body and ducked my head under her skirt. For a moment I risked her wrath and gazed up to the juncture of her legs. There in the half light, shadowed by her skirt, I was alone with a glorious sight . Her soft brown public hairs brushed away from delicate lips, parted just enough to reveal a hint of the labia within. This was the essence of womanhood and I wanted to revel in it. I closed my eyes, fastened my lips to hood of her clit and soul kissed her in near reverence.
After only a moment she said "whoa boy, you've got the enthusiasm, but I can see you need some lessons in muff diving. Rule one is that you start slow. That's all for now. And who said you could start slobering on me, anyway? Stay on your knees and keep you eyes closed."
She took a step back, leaned forward and rubbed my now raging hardon through my pants.
"My o my" she cooed, " This little boy is always stiff. OK, unclasp your hands and lower your pants."
In seconds I had my trousers and underwear down to my knees. I grabbed my cock and managed to pump it a couple times.
"NO" she roared and open handed me upside the head. The blow knocked me from my kneeing position to the floor, curled up, my hand still holding a partially deflated prick.
"You stay right there, jerk off. " She stood over me. She seemed genuinely pissed, yet at the same time I couldn't help but register what an awesome sight she presented; her legs apart, her skirt framing that fabulous pussy.
She took an audibly deep breath and nudged my cock with the pointed tip of her high heel, " Obviously you are getting what you want from this fledgling relationship. Well I intend to get what I want too. I'm not going to give you explanations. All I'll give you are orders and through those orders I'll get what I want and you'll get what you want."
This, emphasized with another, more forceful nudge in the balls.
"Do you understand why I am upset"
I kept my eyes downcast to show respect, but also to avoid having her catch on to how exited I was looking up at her. "Yes, Ms. Harris. I was much too forward in my actions. From now on I'll follow your lead."
Ms. Harris nodded. " Good. I'm not into the whips and chains stuff, but I can see that there must be consequences for when you behave badly. So tonight we'll change plans. But first I'll give you an opportunity for relief. Kneel back up here."
She could see I was still excited, just from looking up at her. She moved back directly in front of me. Looking me in the eye, she brought her index and middle fingers to her mouth and licked them, bringing them away moist with saliva. She then reached down below her skirt and up to her cunt. Her fingers massaged her pussy lips until the lips themselves began to moisten. Slowly she inserted the fingers between the lips and into herself. She brought the fingers out and reached towards my mouth.
"Open," she said.
As I kneeled there, hands at my back, she smeared her essence on my lips and tongue.
"Grab your cock"
As I responded she said " I'll give you five pulls, and five pulls only. " She smiled, "make them count."
I responded with alacrity. I stroked my hard cock slowly and firmly. Once, twice, at three I was close; four, at five I squeezed hard. I was so close, but unlike horseshoes and nukes, close don't get it done. I looked at Ms. Harris and silently pleaded.
"Poor baby, I guess you weren't so horny after all."
"Please...," she cut me off.
"Now be a good boy and let go of that little prick of yours. If you were to shoot now, licking it up would be the very least of your problems."
"Stand up and look what I have for you. Hands behind the back, now, sweetie." Ms. Harris pulled a pair of handcuffs out of a drawer. "OK, turn around." She snapped the cuffs on. She looked at me and giggled.
"I guess we should have pulled up your pants first. Huh?. Oh well. You'll like this."
With a flourish she produced a chrome ball harness and leash and proceeded to snap it on. There was a small lock that she threaded through the latch and clicked on.
"Now I know I said I'm not into bondage stuff and I'm really not, darling. It's well... , it's just that I can't trust you not to jerk off. Be honest, and just nod,.... You jerk off just about every chance you get, don't you? "
I nodded.
