The story of how I built my harem of lawyers. Nine years ago... The collaring of Katherine and the beginning of our lives together.
Even today, looking back to the moment with Katherine presented me with her panties in the corporate board room of her law firm seems surreal. I had just sold my company to a massive database company in the Bay-area and no longer had a 24-7 job. And, suddenly, there was this thin, lithe blonde whom I had not seen since our scene at the Upper Floor almost two years earlier, offering herself to me. It was as if the universe was revealing my path. Of course, I had to take it.
From the moment I took her panties into my hand, I could see a change in Katherine. She was crackling with energy but focused solely on me. She immediately fell into high protocol keeping her eye line away from my eyes but watching me like a hawk. She quickly knelt before me with the backs of her hands resting on top of her thighs in position #1. Katherine had her back to the glass wall separating us from the rest of her office.
"As much as I want to stick my cock down your throat," I told the kneeling blonde, "I'm not quite sure it best for your colleagues to know this side of you. Meet me at my room at Le Meridien at 6 pm. Bring what you need to spend the weekend. We have dinner plans at 8 pm with my team at Spruce dress accordingly. Do not bother bringing any bras or panties. You will be at my disposal for whatever I desire, whenever the mood strikes me. Understood?"
"Yes, Sir," Katherine replied. I extended my hand to help her up and she took it. Keeping her hand in mine, I pulled her into a kiss.
"I've been dreaming about this since the night I met you," I told the panting woman.
I spun her around and swatted her ass as she walked out of the conference room. I took a moment to gather my papers and bag, giving my erection a chance to diminish before heading out of the room. Maybe I was being little paranoid but I thought the Indian-American receptionist gave me a bit of a cheeky smile when she said: "I hope to see you again."
Reminding myself that, despite what just happened, I was not anywhere close to being God's Gift to women, I got myself grounded again and headed to the hotel. I was not staying in the same suite I enjoyed with Diana. Instead, my acquirer booked me in their hospitality suite. It was a two-room suite that was way too big for just one person but had worked out well as a mini-war room for my team and lawyers in the days leading up to the signing.
At six on the nose, there was a knock at my door. I opened it to find Katherine standing in front of me in a knee-length trench coat with her purse, a large suitcase, and a cloth roll-up bag. "Here I am, Sir," announced the blonde.
"Please come in," I said gesturing with my arm. "What goodies did you bring along?" The blonde entered and I closed the door behind her.
"Well, this," she said handing me the cloth bag, "is my gear bag. I figured you probably didn't travel with yours."
It hit me: Katherine was a switch. She was both dominant and submissive. It gave me pause. In my experience, switches could be fun for a scene but they typically did not enjoy the kind of power exchange I look for in relationships. Yet, there she was.
"How did you know my rules of high protocol when we were at your office," I asked.
"I had help from a friend," she replied smiling. "I've been talking to Diana for a while now. Ever since my first encounter with you two, I have been captivated by your dynamic. It was weird for me because I normally top my partners but when I watched you two, I didn't picture myself dominating her, I was in her place. When I finally got up the nerve to do something about it, I became aware that we were vetting you for a possible acquisition. I waited for almost a year for this day."
"Oh really, a year? I was only aware of the interest two months ago," I said in shock.
"Well, let just say that there was a big debate on the M&A team about the impact the election would on your valuation. In the end, our client had his doubts you guys could continue to pull off what you accomplished in 2008 and that cost him $70 million more than if they had moved earlier," Katherine explained.
"Holy shit! Ok, so that explains a lot. What is in the suitcase?"
"You asked me to bring what I needed to spend the weekend. I packed a lot because I thought you'd want some options," she said while smiling.
"What are you wearing right now," I inquired.
"Just this," Katherine replied as she untied the belt of her coat.
she shrugged off the garment to reveal she was completely naked underneath. I realized this was the first time I had ever seen her without clothes on.
"Do you have something to pull your hair back?" The naked blonde nodded and asked me to bring her purse. I handed her the bag and she retrieved a hairband and put her hair into a ponytail. Putting her purse away, I took the opportunity to do a thorough visual examination of the woman kneeling in front of me.
Katherine was tall and thin. She had a flat chest with pink little nipples that just screamed to be pinched. She had a small patch of blonde pubic hair and long pussy lips that made me want to suck them into my mouth. She looked a lot like the blonde Republican who worked in the White House in the TV show West Wing. I was smitten.
"Before we get started, let's set some rules for this weekend. You are mine for the next 48 hours. You will follow the low, medium, and high protocol rules as you learned from Diana and receive punishment for any that you do not follow. Your orgasm is mine. You will not cum without my permission and you will thank me for each one you have. We stand by the yellow and red safewords. Any questions there," I asked.
"No," Katherine promptly replied, fidgeting in anticipation.
"Good," I responded. "What are your limits this weekend?"
"Just a few: hard limits are anal sex blood play, watersports, scat, and breath play. You can leave marks but not on my neck, arms, or below my knees. Other than that, I'll let you know as they come up. I haven't bottomed in a while, Sir," the naked blonde informed me.
"I can work with that," I proclaimed, then I waked up to the kneeling woman and unzipped my fly pulling out my stiff cock. "Let's seal this agreement with what I wanted to do to you at your office."
I grabbed her head by the beginning of her ponytail and brought her head in line with my cock. Katherine smiled broadly then started to lick my cock from stem to tip getting it wet with her spit. When she was done, she opened her mouth wide in took my hard dick halfway, stopping there working the head between her tongue and the back her throat. She moaned and made delicious glugging noises and she worked me like that for a few minutes.
To prevent myself from cumming too soon I pulled out of her mouth and held her head tightly in place as a slapped her cheeks with my engorged meat. "Sir, you have a great cock to suck on," She moaned. "Use my mouth, Daddy," she encouraged.
I didn't need to be told twice. Grabbing her head, I guided her mouth back to my dick and started to control the depth of her head bobs. I decided to see just how much Katherine could take so I pushed my cock into her wet mouth stopping only when her nose was pushed firmly into my pelvis. I held my cock deep in her throat for a second and then pulled it out of her mouth.
"Are you a deep throat slut, little girl?" I asked the smiling girl in front of me.
"Yes, Daddy," she said smiling. "You can fuck my face if you want!"
Taking her ponytail in one hand, I stuck my cock down her throat again. I was consciously not letting my cock stay too long in her throat since that can be considered a form of breath play. Instead, I timed my thrust to ensure she didn't choke or gasp for air. Her mouth was incredible and I knew it was only a matter of time before I was going to lose it.
"Look at me but don't take your mouth off my cock," I instructed, "I want you to play with your pussy while I fuck your face." Katherine immediately complied and soon I was hearing the wet squishes of her fingers deep in her pussy. I continued to thrust my dick in and out of her mouth, enjoying the sensations of her moans in on my cock.
After a couple of minutes, I can feel her start shake. Like most of my play partners, this was Katherine's first test of the rules: would she remember to ask for permission to orgasm? The answer came when she tried to talk with her mouth still full of my cock.
"Are you asking if you can cum, little girl," I asked. She nodded. "For remembering the rule the very first time, you can cum as many times as you want until I cum," I said.
Within 20 seconds of my pronouncement, she was announcing her orgasm without letting my cock fall out of her mouth. She twitched for a few minutes and then gave me a muffled "Thank you!" Less then a minute later she started to cum again, going off every 30 seconds or so. By her 6th "Thank you" I was about to pop. The vibrations from her moans and the wet friction from her mouth and throat were about to push me over the edge.
"Oh shit, little girl," I said, "I am going to cum so hard." Then I exploded in one of the best orgasms I had enjoyed in the last two years. I pulled back so that I could watch my last spurts fall into her open mouth. "Swallow," I ordered the blonde. She obeyed, struggling a little with the volume in her mouth. It was obvious that she took great pride in her dick sucking but wasn't the cum slut that Diana was. I filed that detail away in my mind for later.
I pulled Katherine up and guided her to the bed where we both snuggled in for a nice cuddle session. "That was amazing," I told the blonde tucked into my chest. "I think we are going to have a very good time this weekend! Is there anything, in particular, you want to try during your subby weekend," I asked.
"Tomorrow, there is a kink loft party in SoMa being thrown by some folks I know. I'd like to go," she said then laughed. "Nobody here has ever seen me bottom!"
"Ok, sounds like a plan. How would you feel about me leading you around the party on a leash," I responded.
"Right now, it sounds super hot," was the blonde's reply.
After some more cuddling, we got ready for the night. Katherine had five evening outfits for me to select from almost scandalous to practically church wear. For tonight's dinner, I opted for something in the middle. A long-sleeved blue dress with a plunging neckline and lace inlay that kept it from revealing too much skin for a business function. Beneath the dress, my date had nothing on besides a garter-belt and black stockings. It was obvious she had consulted with Diana on those.
