Susan sat at her desk with a mixture of anticipation and resentment. It was Friday evening, and Susan had already locked the office doors. All of the other office employees left for the weekend. Susan was employed during the week by her mistress as her mistress' legal assistant. She looked forward to Friday evenings as the start of her weekend with her mistress. She served her mistress every day in anticipation of her reward or punishment on Friday evening.
She was good all week, and only had five strokes of the crop waiting for her this evening. She overslept one morning, and did not have time to have her mistress' coffee and bagel ready when her mistress arrived for work. Her heart sank the moment she saw her mistress in her office. She had hoped that she would still have time to serve her mistress, but her mistress was early that morning.
Susan waited at her desk as her mistress talked with a new client. Susan felt a sense of resentment that her mistress would schedule such a late appointment on a Friday afternoon. Her client was an attractive blonde in her early thirties. She wore a semi conservative dark miniskirt, button up short sleeve top, and heels. Susan guessed that she worked as a real estate agent based on the documents her mistress had her prepare for the meeting.
"Susan, do you have the documents ready?" Ms. Stanton called from her office.
"Yes, Ms. Stanton. I'll bring them right in." Susan said as she started for her mistress' office.
"Susan, this is Ms. Jones" Ms. Stanton said as Susan entered.
"Pleased to meet you, Ms. Jones" Susan said with a slight bow.
"Pleased to meet you too, Susan" Ms. Jones said standing as she spoke. "I see that Val did well in hiring such a dedicated employee. It's already after 6:00 PM and you have not left work yet. Thank you for staying late to finish my papers. I needed them by Monday morning, and Val was kind enough to agree to stay late helping me finish them".
"It's after 5:00 PM. Susan isn't staying late because of her work ethic. She's staying late because she is my slave girl. She has been waiting all week for Friday evening so that she can drop all of the formality and serve me as she truly desires". Susan felt her heart skip a beat, and her face burn brightly. Ms. Stanton spoke as if it were completely common and ordinary to have a slave girl.
"What do you mean she's your slave girl?" Ms. Jones asked with surprised look.
"I mean exactly what I said. Susan is my legal secretary during the week, and my slave girl every weekend. I caught her writing an erotic novel at work describing her fantasy life with me. I decided to teach her a lesson, and I found that I enjoyed being a domme. I decided to accept Susan as my permanent slave girl. You can see for yourself".
Susan could not believe what she was hearing. She instinctively placed her hands behind her back as she stood before both women. She felt as if her heart would literally beat right out of her chest. She could not believe that her mistress would tell anyone about their relationship especially a client.
Susan was a very conservative woman. It took someone as dominant as Ms. Stanton for her to feel comfortable expressing her sexuality. It was actually Ms. Stanton's control that allowed her to give in to her desires. She did not have to act, she only had to obey. She did not have to think, she only had to experience. Under Ms. Stanton's control, Susan felt completely free to experience her inner most fantasies.
"I think it's time for you to undress, Susan. You have five strokes of the crop coming for being late to work yesterday".
"Yes, Ms. Stanton" Susan said. Susan barely heard her own words. She felt as if the room was spinning. Her hands trembled. She wondered if she would be able to even unbutton her blouse. How could she possibly be expected to undress in front of a complete stranger let alone receive her punishment? She could see Ms. Jones watching her every movement with an almost hypnotic stare.
"It's after 5:00 PM. I am no longer your employer. I am your mistress, Susan, and you are to address me as such".
"Yes mistress" Susan responded...the words comforting and calming her. She was Ms. Stanton's slave girl, and as such, she had no right to question her mistress' authority.
"Susan, look at me". Ms. Stanton spoke with her accustomed sense of authority. It was this authority that always sent Susan's heart thumping. Susan felt herself beginning to calm as her mistress took control. She began to drift into a submissive buzz.
Ms. Stanton calmly walked toward Susan...her heels clicking on the tiled floor. Susan instinctively placed her hands behind her head and parted her legs shoulder width as her mistress approached...her mistress' long dark hair falling around her shoulders and her dark penetrating eyes piercing Susan's soul.
"That's my good girl" Ms Stanton said in a calming voice. Susan focused her thoughts on her mistress' tight black skirt and white button up blouse as she approached. Susan could see her toned muscles as she walked. Her walk always reminded Susan of a cat stalking it's prey...she was always in control.
"Now undress for me". Ms. Stanton's words were calming. Susan no longer thought about Ms. Jones. She only thought about how much she wanted to please her mistress. She needed to please her mistress. Her every thought was centered on her mistress.
"That's my good girl" Ms. Stanton said as Susan started to unbutton her top. Her fingers shook as they moved. She could feel the coolness of the air as she unfastened each button...the cool office air touching her newly exposed skin.
Ms. Stanton reached for Susan. Her hands sliding under Susan's top pealing it away from her skin and letting it fall to the floor. Susan could see only her mistress now. She could feel her familiar dark eyes burning her newly exposed skin.
"Now your bra" Ms. Stanton said as Susan reached behind herself to unsnapped the elastic strap. It fell exposing Susan's breasts and hard nipples. Susan could feel the hardness of her nipples as she stood before her mistress.
Ms. Stanton's warm soft hands touched Susan's breasts. Susan could feel the warmth of her mistress' body against her bare skin as her mistress moved closer...kissing Susan's quivering lips. Her kiss was warm and sensuous as she took both of Susan's nipples between thumb and fore finger gently squeezing as she pulled Susan toward her.
Susan's breathing was short and shallow. She quivered under her mistress' touch and long sensuous kiss. Time began to melt away.
"Now your skirt" Ms. Stanton whispered in Susan's ear...her fingers sensuously rolling and squeezing Susan's nipples. Their bodies touched. Susan could feel the softness of the silk fabric of her mistress' blouse against her bare skin as she pulled her skirt down over her hips letting it fall to the floor.
"That's my good girl" Ms. Stanton whispered as she once again kissed Susan on the lips. "You obey so well. I will have to reward you after you complete your punishment.
Susan felt her stomach churn in anticipation. She no longer had a will of her own. She belonged to her mistress completely and without reservation.
"I hope you obeyed my instructions this morning" Ms. Stanton seductively said as her fingers slid under the elastic waistband of Susan' lace panties. Susan was always careful to obey her mistress' instruction. She had shaved herself completely bare as she took her hot bath before work. She wore Ms. Stanton's gold ring through the hood of her clit. It was the symbol that she belonged completely and wholly to her mistress. She could think of nothing more intimate and submissive than that of giving her mistress control of her sexuality. She no longer even had the right to orgasm without permission.
Susan's orgasms were a privilege to be granted for her mistress' pleasure and amusement, and Ms. Stanton made sure that Susan did not forget this fact. She had Susan bring herself to the very edge of her release three times each day during the week, but under no circumstance was Susan to orgasm. It made Susan feel deliciously submissive all week as she waited for Friday evening, when she would begin her weekend with her mistress. This also focused Susan's thoughts on her mistress' instructions during the week.
Susan stepped out of her panties as they fell to the floor, and once again placed her hands behind her head and parted her legs shoulder width. Ms. Stanton smiled her wicked smile as she looked at Susan so seductively exposed to anything she may desire. Susan felt the warm soft hand of her mistress slide across her stomach and up along the insides of her thighs and over her bare sex making sure that Susan had followed her instructions.
It thrilled Ms. Stanton to see Susan standing before...the gold ring glittering between her legs. She still could not believe how totally Susan desired to submit to her nor how much Susan's submission thrilled her to her very core. She tried to remain calm and focused as she touched her slave girl's soft inner thighs and bare pussy. Susan had indeed followed her every instruction. She could even smell the scented oils that made Susan's skin sensuously soft to her touch.
Ms. Stanton could feel the heat of Susan's bare sex and wondered if her own pussy was any less hot. She longed to press her body to Susan's and passionately kiss her, but that would come later. She had to remain calm and not rush or it would spoil her plans...plans that were not easy to arrange. She had to be careful. It would be easy for everything to be spoiled.
"Are you ready for your punishment, Susan?" Ms. Stanton said taking hold of Susan's gold ring and gently pulling...letting Susan feel her control. Ms. Stanton felt as if her own heart was in her throat as she spoke.
"Yes Mistress" Susan squealed as she felt her mistress' tug.
"Then place your hands on my desk, and present your bare bottom" Ms. Stanton said looking up and remembering her friend, Lisa. It was through careful conversations that she was able to determine that Lisa was also a submissive, and a perfect partner to fulfill one of Susan's deepest fantasies...one that Susan often wrote about in her stories.
"Yes Mistress" Susan said assuming the position as Ms. Stanton retrieved her crop from a plastic ski tube that she kept in her closet. Ms. Stanton often wondered what she would say if anyone ever found out it was not her skis that she kept in the plastic tube.
Susan could hear the crop and other whips slide out of the tube. For the first time since Susan undressed, she remembered Ms. Stanton's client, Ms. Jones. She looked over toward the table as she bent over with bare bottom exposed waiting for the sting of crop. No longer did the presence of her mistress' client distract her nor did she wonder why Ms. Jones would continue to watch as her attorney punished her secretary.
It seemed completely natural to serve her mistress in the presence of others. She could see the excitement in Ms. Jones' eyes. It was in the presence of others that Susan could find an even deeper level of submission. She no longer had to hide her relationship with Ms. Stanton. It excited her to serve her mistress while her mistress' client watched. It seemed completely natural to serve Ms. Stanton, and she wanted everyone to know her love for her mistress.
