This is my first submission to Literotica. Like Angela I have much to learn. I look forward to your feedback.
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Angela's heart jumped every time the phone rang. It had been over three weeks since she had heard from Devin. He had never neglected her this long before.
His voice was dry and business like, "My flight arrives 9:57 pm tomorrow. I will be in New York for four days. I expect you to be available. I trust you will present yourself appropriately."
Her whole body responded to the sound of his voice, her heart racing, heat flooding her loins. Her voice vibrated with need, "Yes sir." He rarely used her name, he forbid her to use his. He never allowed that level of familiarity.
When he hung up she nearly orgasmed. It had been so long.
He had given her almost 24 hours to prepare herself, longer than usual. She did not have a lot to do tonight but she did give herself a thorough enema, thinking to herself; one tonight, one tomorrow afternoon, I will be squeaky clean. He expected her to be available to him in all ways and he was a fastidious lover.
She had great difficulty going to sleep that night, her cunt aching and empty. She lay with her hands trapped between her knees, almost in tears. The next day she worked only in the morning and made arrangements to take the next week off from work. He may only be here for 4 days but she usually needed a couple of days to recover from his visits. Once she was back at her apartment she lay out her outfit and went to clean herself.
Her second enema made her feel more empty than ever.
She spent over an hour in the bath. She shaved herself, taking care that not a single hair remained. The sensation of the razor scraping over her sensitive skin jangled on her nerves. She was overwhelmingly tempted to touch herself, it would only take a second, but she fought the urge. He disapproved, calling masturbation self indulgent. Her legs were easy after that. She washed her hair and put in a deep conditioner and let it soak in. After her bath she spent 10 minutes rubbing rose scented lotion into her skin.
Her hair was always a challenge, thick wavy dark brown. Soft and slippery it was always betraying her. No matter how hard she worked to keep it pulled back into the conservative bun he demanded she wear in public, it seemed a soft tendril would escape to fall in a ringlet by her face or down her neck. It took almost 30 minutes before she was satisfied that it was perfectly smooth, with a complex sculptured knot pinned at the back of her neck.
Dressing was a ritual, first she pulled on the long silk stockings fastening the garter snaps. She buttoned the white silk blouse to the top button. It fit perfectly, her dark pink nipples showing through the sheer fabric. Her charcoal business suit fit her like a glove. The skirt hugged her round ass and long thighs, ending in the tiniest saucy flair just below her knees. The jacket accentuated her narrow waist and was a support to her breasts. She strung a narrow black mans tie around her neck and tied it in a simple knot. Her tie tack was the only color in her whole outfit. A single star ruby, a gift from Devin, he had said it was the the exact size and color of her clitoris.
As she left to go to the airport she stopped and looked herself over in the full length mirror. Her hands trembled as she smoothed her already perfect hair one last time. She wore no makeup and her face looked abnormally pale. Right before she left she slipped her feet into a pair of impossibly high spike heels. They hurt fierce to walk in, every step a foreshadowing of the pain she had been anticipating for weeks.
She arrived at the airport 20 minutes early. She parked and waited for him to call her cell once his plane was on the runway. His plane was on time and she pulled up exactly as he walked out.
When she caught sight of his broad shoulders, she forgot to breath. He was dressed in a dark suit. His dark hair turning silver at the sides. Her heart hammering in her chest she pulled up beside him. She adjusted the drivers seat to fit him perfectly, popped the trunk, and got out to meet him. He did not smile, his dark eyes appraised her carefully. He nodded curtly and stepping forward he took her hand he pulled her toward him and formally kissed her on the cheek. He placed his carry on in the trunk. Taking her arm and opening the passenger door he helped her into the car. When he released her arm an orgasm rocked through her.
At first he did not speak as they drove towards his apartment. She started to ask him how his flight had been but he responded curtly. "You will not speak unless I ask you a direct question." She almost responded but stopped herself, that had not been a question.
"Have you been doing your exercises?" When they had last parted he had given her an assignment to do a series of daily stretching and flexibility exercises. He had also been critical of her "soft pussy" and had told her to do 'kagel' exercises twice daily. These entailed of her clenching and relaxing her pelvic muscles to strengthen them.
"Yes sir."
"We will see if you have been diligent. Tell me of your other assignment." He had told her he to avoid orgasms during her wait for his next visit to her. He had also told her to keep count of her orgasms and their sources.
Her face colored, "Sir, I have had 6 orgasms. Two while I was washing myself, two while doing my kagel exercises, one in a dream, and one tonight when you touched my arm."
He snorted in derision, "Washing yourself. Exercising. You have no discipline." He did not speak again as they drove. She sat quietly, trembling in delicious anticipation of their arrival to his home. She could tell he was in a dark mood. She knew he expected perfection and accepted no excuses.
His apartment was a penthouse on the top of a tall building looking over central park. She had spent many days of agony and ecstasy there. As they rose up in the elevator she forced herself to breath, her stomach fluttering, her face flushing with excitement.
He unlocked the door and standing back he let her walk first into the dark apartment. As soon as she heard the door close his hands were on her, roughly slamming her face first against the wall. He leaned hard against her trapping her, his knee spreading her legs apart. He roughly ran his hand up between her legs, jamming his fingers up into her. She let out an excited warbling cry of excitement.
His voice in her ear sounded furious. "You want fucking orgasms? You fucking whore, pussy addict. Your fucking cunt rules your emotions." He held her pinned there for what seemed an eternity. She came and came, groaning, as he finger fucked her over and over. When he finally let her go she sagged to the floor. He knelt over her chest and stuck his fingers in her mouth. "Clean off this cunt juice." She slowly thoroughly licked and sucked each of his fingers clean.
He stood, "Get up." and walked into the front room. She followed trying to have good posture and be meek at the same time. He sat and looked up at her his eyes stormy with anger. "Kneel and listen." She dropped to her knees. "Our relationship has reached a turning point, it must progress or end."
She looked up in alarm "Oh sir, no."
"Silence." His voice cracked through her like a whiplash.
She gulped and tears began to leak down her face. Oh god please don't let him leave me. She lowered her eyes to his feet.
"I find you pleasing in many ways. You are exceedingly attractive. You are very motivated and inventive sexually. You are willing to accept my authority over you. But I find your constant state of sexual excitement is a distraction to your perfect obedience."
"This next four days I propose some very rigorous lessons. If you learn well I will have an offer for you. I need you to agree to put yourself into my hands completely. No leaving until the fourth day. If you agree you may say "yes sir."