(As dictated to me by Elizabeth who wants the world to know what a good slut she is.)
My hard nipples are crushed into the varnished maple desktop and my wrists are tied to the desk's legs, my feet similarly trussed although spread wide exposing my pussy and asshole. My soiled panties are stuffed in my mouth and the taste of my own pussy mixed with a faint tinge of urine fills my head. I am currently alone in my boss's office and while the door is closed I know it's not locked. Lisa, my boss and lover likes to keep me on edge, never knowing what is to come before she allows me to cum.
It's early, I had just brought Lisa her morning mail and coffee when she ordered me to strip naked for her then positioned me over her desk and secured me. Then she took her coffee and left me here, so she could attend her weekly staff meeting. Each sound is magnified and I keep worrying that someone will come into her office and see me. No that's not really true, I relish the thought of being seen, or other's knowing of my predilection for submissiveness.
My name is Elizabeth but most people call me Liz or Lizzie. I have always been one of the smaller girls and sometime in high school when my breasts stopped growing at an almost B cup size I never stopped looking for more. I think I felt that if I pulled on my nipples or did all those exercises that my tits would grow but needless to say it never happened. I did however acquire a tolerance, if not an acceptance for nipple pain, as my ministrations with those small orbs gave me some tremendous self-imposed orgasms.
Lisa does not know about those lonely dark nights in my room but early on in our relationship she recognized my masochistic tendencies and nurtured them to full bloom. She first knew me as Elizabeth recent college graduate whom she hired to assist her in her architectural company. I soon became "Her Lizzie", and I surrendered myself completely to her. I am hers in every way you can imagine and perhaps in some ways that you have not yet imagined. Her name is tattooed on my upper thigh and she has her initials hanging on the hoops she pierced my nipples with. My hair is short, just about ear length so it does not interfere with Lisa's use of my body in anyway yet just long enough for her to use as a hand hold when she chooses to debase me.
My height, 5'1" and skin tone are the only dimensions of my body that Lisa does not control. She controls my diet and my weight and has mused about implants but I think she likes my tits natural even if they are, as she calls them, little girl tits. She insists that I shave my legs and arm pits and that I keep them smooth at all times, but she refuses to allow me to even trim the bush covering my cunt. Like the hair on my head it provides another way for her to exert her control over me.
The door to the office opens and I do not look, its forbidden and other then the sound of high heels clicking on the marble floor I have no idea who has come for me. Knowing I would break the rules and look at some time a blindfold is quickly secured over my closed eyes and then it begins.
I hear a whoosh in the air a split second before a searing flash of pain slices into my naked ass. I gag on the panties stuffed in my mouth as the whip assails my tender ass again and again. The initial pain is now delicious warmth as each new stroke serves to stir the fire building in my pussy and I feel my juices oozing from my open cunt and know they are puddling on the shiny maple desk.
"My coffee was cold Lizzie!"
The whip strikes me again and again as I realize that it is Lisa and not someone else. My love for her grows knowing she has taken her own precious time to administer my discipline and each stroke from her loving hand is a testament to her love for me. Suddenly the whipping stops and I feel her warm hands caressing my inflamed ass. Her touch is soft and caring and as she kneads my surely reddened ass cheeks my pussy spasms in response to her touch.
I feel her spreading my ass cheeks apart and then I feel the cool hard plastic of her strap on forcing my anus to open. I'm startled by this act. Lisa has never gone this far in the office. Never fucked either of my holes here. I feel my asshole straining to accept her 'cock' and as the added pain courses through me, I feel her in my cunt and in my nipples, everywhere. Her thighs are pressed to mine and her 'cock' is fully imbedded in my ass. Lisa leans over my prone imprisoned body and whispers in my ear.
"Tonight my Lizzie you will serve me completely. This is just a warm up for you. I'm going to fuck your tight ass now and then we will take the day off and shop."
Slowly she began to fuck my asshole and soon I wanted more then she could give me and I tried to push my ass into her as best as I could but my restraints limited me. I wanted to cry because I needed more and Lisa knew this. She wasn't here to give me satisfaction; she was here to let my need grow. I suspected that this entire day would be one of humiliation and frustrated sexual games all leading up to whatever she has planned for the evening.
I heard the plop of my ass as she pulled her cock from me then ripped my panties from my mouth and forced her ass-coated cock down my throat. When she was satisfied that I'd cleaned her cock she pulled out and released me from my bondage.
"You may dress now Lizzie, but lets leave the panties and your little girl bra behind."
"Yes Maam."
I slipped my shift over my naked body and slid into my heels. There was no need to comb my hair or check my make up, just the thin shift and the four-inch heels. My nipples were still hard and poked easily through the flimsy material.
"Put your baby bra and panties on my desk Lizzie."
"Yes, Maam. Thank you Maam."
She left her office door open with my underwear prominently displayed for any who came by. I swallowed the humiliation of her actions and followed my lover to her car. Sitting in the passenger seat I realized that the shift I was wearing was far too short and would not suffice to cover my hairy pussy if I sat or even bent over. As it turned out the length of my shift was not an issue, I barely wore it the rest of the day.
While Lisa drove I pondered how my life had reached this moment. In high school I'd had a few dates, boys who were attracted to a cute girl and seemingly not bothered by her lack of curves especially on my chest. I was always surprised when after a movie or a dance the boys would do their best to seduce me into letting them fuck me but although I often enjoyed the kissing, I never felt the desire for more. I'd let the occasional boy fondle my tits and play with my nipples but always stopped them saying.
"I'm not that kind of girl."
It wasn't until my junior year in college when my new roommate Marie moved in. From the moment that tall willowy blonde with her French accent stepped through the door, burdened with so much luggage, I was in love with her. She was taller then I was and so beautiful. She had all the curves I desired and even though her breasts weren't much bigger then mine, they worked so well with her body that I had a difficult time not staring at her.
A few months after she'd arrived I knew we were friends but I still hoped for more from her. I realized that my statements to my high school dates about not 'being that type of girl' took a new meaning for me. The way my panties soaked every time Marie and I spent time together didn't shock me at all. I wanted her and would do anything to make her my lover.
Marie had her dates, lots of guys wanted her but she never seemed to extend any of her relationships beyond the second or third date. One night after finals we shared a few bottles of cheap red wine and talked. Sitting close to her, inhaling her perfume, enjoying the heady aroma of her I found myself sitting closer and closer to her as we chatted about the past semester. When I stood to fetch another bottle of wine Marie said.
