She stood on the opposite side of the threshold, looking for the entire world like the conservative businesswoman she was. Her suit was a basic black under which she wore a simple white blouse. However, if one took the time to notice he would see that her coat was cut a little too tight accenting perfectly pert breasts and her skirt was just on the other side of decent. The only thing that suggested that underneath it all lie the heart of a slut were the four-inch high-heeled "fuck-me" shoes she wore.
He smiled approvingly and stepped back.
She hesitated before stepping over the threshold. This wasn't the first time she had come and she knew what was expected of her. Once he closed the door behind her every thing would change.
Max smiled at her hesitation; she was excited, of course, but also a little bit afraid. Her fear and uncertainty fed him. He crowded her a little as she brushed by and made sure to slam the door behind her. Here, in this place, he intimidated her.
He walked around her, heading down the hall toward the back of the house and into the kitchen. Max didn't need to look back to know that she followed him.
She set her coat and purse down on the back of a kitchen chair and stood still, waiting expectantly for him.
"Would you care for something to drink?" He asked.
"Yes, please."
"What can I get you?" He moved to the large, industrial sized refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of white wine, setting it one the counter beside a bottle of red.
"A glass of wine would be nice."
"Red or white?"
"White."
Max handed her a glass of the red. He watched her as she accepted the glass and took a drink. When her tongue darted out to lick the warm wine from her lips he thought he'd cum right then. He offered her his hand and pulled her into the sitting room.
The lights were low, most of the room's illumination coming from the fire. Minimal furniture gave the impression that the room was larger than it really was. There was a large, leather couch pressed up against one wall and a matching armchair across the room.
As they walked in the room's only other occupant stood up to greet them. Max introduced as Steve, a friend and colleague. She smiled and shook his hand. With a wave of his hand Max indicated that she was to take the armchair while he joined Steve on the couch. As they nursed their drinks they talked about work and some of their colleagues before moving on to sports. They did ask her to participate in the conversation; in fact they acted as if she wasn't even there.
She sipped her wine before placing her glass on the table. She was tense; the anticipation she had felt throughout the days was growing into astronomical proportions as she sat watching them. Max was an attractive man in an understated sort of way. When a person looked at him he saw an intelligent man in his early thirties with brown hair and blue eyes. When she looked at him she saw her Master; a man who could and would make her do anything with nothing more than a word. Sometimes as little as a look.
His friend Steve was almost a complete opposite to Max. Where Max was average in height Steve was tall; where Max was slender Steve was built broad across the chest and shoulders. Both men were attractive and it would be a pity if she were forbidden to take part in tonight's activities. On more than one occasion she'd been summoned to Max's house to watch him enjoy the pleasure of another man or woman or both while forbidding her to do anything but watch.
On those nights he sent her home, her cunt dripping wet, with orders that she wasn't to touch herself until he gave his permission. The torture could last for hours or days before she finally got the call. The last time ten hours had passed before he called her at work and instructed her to slide her fingers into her cunt and cum for him.
Already wet and afraid that there would be no release, she whimpered softly.
