My friend
Charity Kneeling
is having her first anniversary since wading into the submissiveness water she has fantasized about for many years.
She is a co-conspirator writing pal of mine so for her "sub-versary" I've written this story with her as the star.
I hope you enjoy it, and please check out her stories also, she is quite creative.
She is standing, facing the wall she is only a few inches away from, her left hand holding her skirt up high in the back, her panties down, stretched just above her knees, her ass is exposed, her right hand pinching her clit. Her hips are subtly pulsating; her breathing is deep, but silent. Though I pretend not to notice her, my cock is slightly aroused as I type an email to one of my co-workers about the timeline of the project we are working on; Charity is in front of my desk, facing to my left at the open wall space.
While typing, I matter-of-factually admonish her, "I saw those pictures last night you sent to the kink group chat, you like pushing your big luscious tits out like that, don't you? You like the idea that those guys are touching their cocks thinking about you? And some of those other slut-sisters of yours rubbing their clits." I make sure to keep my voice low enough that someone listening at the door can't understand anything I say.
Breathing erratically, making sure to be as quiet as she can while still answering, "Yes, Sir." The pulsing of her hips becomes slightly more extreme.
I stop typing and lean into my desk, "You are a brazen little slut, Charity. You are a brazen little slut who thrusts her big tits and phat ass out as a weapon. You think that gives you power?" she begins to shake her head, "You think you have some authority now because all those horny freaks want to play with you?" I begin to unbuckle my belt.
"No, Sir, you have all the authority, Sir"
"Hmmm," I stand up and begin to walk around my desk, pulling the belt from my pants, I'm already pitching a tent in my khakis, "I hear your words, but I'm not convinced you really mean it."
"I do, Sir, you have all the authority, I have none," she silently whimpers as I approach her left side, "you dominate, Sir. You dominate me. I am submissive and subservient."
As my right hand holds my belt, my left hand slides between her tits and the wall, into her blouse, which I unbuttoned down to her navel earlier. She is not a traditional business woman, per se, but when she comes to the office she is to wear an appropriate business suit.
Ten minutes earlier, she walked into the office with her salad for what looked like a normal lunch to every cube-worker she passed; as soon as she entered my office, I locked the door behind her, sat in my chair, snapped my fingers, and pointed to the floor next to me; she immediately set her food down and knelt beside me. Charity and I have been secret D/s playmates for months. We have our own lives, but enjoy periodic rendezvous like these; In addition we also often see each other online in the same kink "neighborhoods". I made her wait silently for a few minutes while I worked on a few things, then turned to her and reminded her of my authority and her subservience with a few prompting questions ("who do you answer to, sub?" and the like) while I unbuttoned her blouse, unhooked her front-attaching bra, and felt up her tits. I let her suck my thumb for a few seconds (that always helps put her mind where it needs to be) and then instructed her to go face the wall, pull her panties down, lift her skirt, and begin pinching her clit.
With my left hand now kneading her right breast, pinching and twisting her nipple under her clothes, I lean in to her left ear and whisper, "I can tell you need a little reminder of the order of things. Pinch your clit harder!" Her breathing increases, she leans her forehead against the wall. Her hips begin to writhe. "I can tell you need to be put in your place." I release her breast and use my left hand to wrap the belt around my right hand, leaving about an eight inch tongue. "We're going to put your mind right today, Charity, do you understand me?"
"Yes, Sir."
I whip the belt against her ass as I say,"I'm not sure you do! [X]." On contact she lets out a silent, open-mouthed breath as her writhing becomes brazen and obscene. More blood flows to my cock, "I'm not sure [X] you really [X] understand [X] your [X] place [X], sub," I admonish as I place belt spanks over all parts of her bottom.
"Please, I need to come, Sir, please," she begs.
I ignore her pleas, "We are going [X] to make [X] sure [X] you are put in [X] your [X] place [X]!"
"Please, I want to be good, please, please, please, oooh," she desperately moans to me, but then her she holds her breath, her hips thrust forward, her legs tighten, and an almost silent whimper squeaks out. As the orgasm overtakes her she lets go of her skirt and grabs my shoulder for balance. With a conciliatory tone, she whimpers, "Thank you, Sir."
"Did you just come without permission?"
With beseeching chagrin in her voice, "I'm sorry, I tried to be good. I did. I tried to be good, Sir, I couldn't stop..."
I lift her skirt and apply the belt to her already red ass, "Did you [X] just [X] come [X] without permission?!"
"Yes, Sir," she says with shame through short erratic breaths.
I use her left forearm to push her against the wall and order sternly, "Finger fuck yourself [X], right now! [X] Two fingers! Get them in that pussy! [X] Harder [X]!" She aggressively starts to finger herself. "You are a slut [X]! A slut [X] with an out [X] of [X] control [X] pussy! This is why I dominate you, Charity! This is why you [X] need [X] to be [X] reined in [X], commanded [X], lorded over [X]!"
