Exhausted yet still dizzy from the encounter, Karen made her way back to her room. She hadn't had butterflies like these since secondary school. The possibilities and excitement of a man unlike any she had met in the intervening years sang in her head and tickled in her belly. Sternly telling herself to snap out of it, she took a quick shower, hastily prepared her make-up, donned a business suit, and completed the preparation for the morning meeting with an affluent client in the pharmaceutical business. Her company had written the programs used by Micropharm to build chemical templates and calculate the processes required for manufacturing into a commercial drug. Similar to all the others she had lined up for the week, today's visit was customer satisfaction work, putting a face to her business to receive praise or deflect dissatisfaction.
Cheryl took the call from Karen requesting an updated project timeline to pass to the Micropharm executive, smiling when she heard the note of tiredness and irritability in her tone.
"Late night? I hope I didn't book you into another doozy of a hotel?"
"Oh no, the hotel's fine. I just didn't sleep too well, maybe because I had a few too many last night."
Cheryl silently congratulated herself, and also Bella because the most likely explanation for her boss's hangover was that her friend was as good as her word. Soon Karen would face the worst career damning pictures and recordings she could imagine and the stuck-up bitch would get her dessert.
Cheryl and Bella had been friends for years, long before Bella started working at the fetish venue, before being a Domme was even a hobby. Cheryl had tried to show interest in her friends new lifestyle, but couldn't connect with people in the pictures, although interested in the stories of the men and women whose downfalls were orchestrated for the hotels direct benefit, either to increase its minimum wage workforce or for a sum of money from an interested party.
Cheryl wanted the best possible service for Karen but there was no money involved, because her friend was happy to offer her services free of charge after reviewing Karen's glamor model quality photographs for the dossier write-up.
"Not a problem, I'll have the reports sent over immediately" and couldn't resist adding "I hope you did nothing you might regret last night."
"Yes, well I am sure I didn't. Thanks Cheryl"
'Cheeky little cow,' Karen thought as she hung up the phone. 'I really have to find a reason to get rid of her, or just give her to a department manager. I wonder if she would still be a sarcastic little tart after a year of chauvinism under the sales team.'
Memories of the previous night's escapes entered her mind unbidden during the meeting. The experience with Stephen had awoken a primal sexual force within her she hadn't felt before. Perhaps some of the more selfish male partners of her past had elicited something similar, especially the ones who had used and carelessly discarded her. While sitting in the meeting room awaiting her slot with John Hanson, Micropharms technology director, she did something out of character. She got out her phone and sent Stephen a text, and as she did so she realized with a sense of embarrassment that she was chasing and not being chased.
Karen: "Did I leave you hanging this morning?"
A minute later her phone chimed.
Stephen: "Very much so, I don't know why I let you leave."
Karen grinned and thought for a moment, considering whether to risk embarrassment by allowing the tone to lower any further. 'Sod it' she thought.
Karen: "What would you have done to stop me? Chain me to the bed?"
She cringed at her phone and waited anxiously for a response, wondering if she had already taken it too far.
The phone chimed.
Stephen: "You would have liked that wouldn't you."
Still grinning like the Cheshire, but now the tell-tale tingle of starting to get turned on.
Karen: "Maybe :P.."
Stephen: "What are you doing right now?"
Karen: "Waiting for a meeting, you?"
Stephen: "I want you to do something for me."
Karen frowned at her phone.
Karen: "What can I possibly do for you, that I didn't do last night?"
Immediately, as if he had sent the message without waiting for a response the phone chimed back.
Stephen: "Go to the bathroom and remove your panties, put them in your bag."
Karen stared at the phone. 'OK, this is new...' she thought, instinctively a little annoyed by the pervert, but with a moment's introspection noted the idea aroused her further. 'Why the hell not? Let's see where this leads.'
Sitting in the meeting, she tried her hardest to focus on her customer and the lucrative contract he had entrusted to StoneWare, the lack of attention manifesting in the frustating repetition of "Can you repeat that?" after her gaze wandered into nothingness. For the most part, her business mind ran on autopilot, answering difficult questions and providing placations to concerns with undeniable confidence, but underneath she was frustrated, and couldn't help focusing between her legs on the lack of material covering her pussy which she knew to be wet and feared staining the material of her skirt as she crossed her legs tightly. She would Recross them each time her composure slipped and an unnerving cool breeze licked across her nether lips. On making eye contact with her peers around the boardroom the insidious thought would creep bank into Karen's mind unbid that they could smell her arousal, in turn leading to more blushing, and the undisputable understanding her counterpart could see her arousal induced blush would join the first thought and together further stoke the fire of titillating humiliation. By the time it was over the spiral of anxiety had reduced her mind to turmoil. When the meeting finally adjourned, Karen hastily made her smiles and handshakes before a self-conscious beeline for the door with short gait and quick strides and damp thighs that slid over one another.
Stephen was sitting at his desk in the staff office of the hotel organizing the coming gentlemens club event in the private function suite. Currently decked out in a burlesque theme, the implements of discipline and restraint glossed over and barely seen among the lavish red and gold drapes, feathers and rugs. The cages, x-frames, sawhorses, kneeling benches and padded restraint tables had all been carefully blended into the periphery with private seating booths, and chesterfield sofas, but the lighting such that eyes would be drawn to the king size corner beds.
Melissa stood at his side facing him in a short black skirt and blouse uniform making notes on a pad and offering the occasional suggestion. The skirt had ridden up her thighs due to their uncomfortably vulnerable spread. They were chained at the ankles above her 4 inch heels and held three feet apart by silver manacles attached to the floor. Although very capable, and quite brilliant at times, Melissa was having to work twice as hard thanks to Stephen's playful distractions. While deciding the food, the entertainment, and invites for the regular guests who had yet to book tables, Stephen would occasionally raise a wand vibrator whenever she started to formulate an idea.
"You could serve the whoreSS..." Her voice pitched up as Stephen touched the powerful vibrator to her dripping sex.
"Yes?" Stephen
"on a.." The sentence broke replaced by an unstoppable low guttural drawn "..urg.." of pleasure.
Stephen withdrew the wand.
"On a? Come on dear I haven't got all day."
Melissa marshaled her thoughts and refocused, she hadn't been allowed to cum for a week now on Stephens whim. She glowered at him, but refrained from complaint, breathed deep and started again.
"You could serve the hors d'oeuvres on.. ah..". The "ah" froze in her throat and rolled from her lips wetly followed by a squeak of "please may I.." Stephen yanked the wand away.
"No. Bad. No coming." He scolded as if addressing a dog begging for scraps. Taking great delight in her pained features and glazed eyes. "Now spit it out, you were describing the serving arrangements for the starters."
"On a slave Sir." Mellissa finally finished
"Great idea, and as you had the idea its only fair that you get to be the lucky slave."
Stephen stroked the folds of her dripping pussy with the vibrator then tapped her clit to the beat of his words "Don't. You. Think?".
Melissa had nothing coherent to say about it so he went on.
"If you are this wet now then by the party you will make the perfect natural and healthy dip, maybe we can add a little seasoning too"
The humiliation of being the starters table for the evening was lost, overridden by disappointment that she probably wouldn't get to release her pent up needs for another two days when the party was scheduled. Another two days of deprivation from satisfaction, forty-eight more hours of frustration, or countless, endless seconds of lusty thoughts purposefully fueled by the physical and verbal abuses of the cruel sadists she had once adventurously entrusted herself to.
"What other staff do we have and who is going to be our stage acts? Said Stephen, bringing Melissa back out of her pitiful introspection.
"I don't know, Mistress Bella should have got it over to us days ago." Melissa replied, still dazed.
Stephen swore, stood up and stormed past his charge, evidently to find out what was keeping his slave mistress from her duties.
Melissa tried to catch his eye as he passed, but failed and looked down forlornly to her bunched up skirt baring all and for all to see, above long spread legs chained to the floor by ankles perched upon tilted delicate feet in shiny black heels. Popping the writing pad under an arm and gripping each side of the skirt between finger and thumb she hopelessly attempted to pull the hem down to protect the last shreds of modesty she had managed to cling to, to be interrupted by the pause of thunderous receding footsteps. Melissa froze, still gripping the hem nervously as the footsteps returned to come to a halt behind her. Her wrists were grabbed from behind and pulled together to be gripped tight by two strong hands, and a warm breathy whisper gently flowed into her ear.
"Almost forgot, can't have you succumbing to temptation now can we?"
Melissa heard a click as the outer bracelets clicked together like a magicians ring trick. The writing pad carelessly popped from the clutch of her armpit to be wedged in between her teeth.
"And don't lose that." Stephen added as he strode off again.
A defeated single syllable "K." was the best response Mellisa could manage around the would-be gag. She dropped her head again, then thought better of it, tilting her head back slightly as if standing proud with her arms behind her and legs spread. A moment later she bared her teeth around the pad and forced her tongue to the floor of her mouth. She knew the expression was wholly ridiculous, but also knew the consequences of dissolving the notes in her own drool would be far worse.
While walking towards Bellas apartment, Stephen wondered if Karen had gone through with his instruction and so pulled out his phone to check up on her.
"How did the meeting go? Did your employer find out what a wanton little slut you are?" He sent
"rude!"
