If strong femdom, threesomes, anal, or lesbian sex offends you, now would be a good time to back click. Otherwise, welcome to my fantasy.
Part one:
"Hold all my calls for the next hour please, Marie. I need to catch upon a few things. Oh, and get me a coffee, will you doll, and a sandwich too."
As director of one of the largest merchant banks in town, Wendell Kerr lived under a mantle of constant stress, a slave to his appointment book. His mind raced as he flicked though the papers on his secretary's desk before bundling them up and hustling towards his office. He was still concentrating on the first page as he closed the door behind him.
"Don't say a word, and no one gets hurt," a sultry female voice behind him purred.
Immediately he dropped the papers, but before he had a chance to pick them up or turn around, one leather clad hand covered his mouth, and another slipped around to grip his crotch. The familiar sweet scent of a woman's arousal combined with that of leather filled his nostrils, and his heart began to pound. As the hand dropped away from his mouth, a single word escaped Wendell's lips - "Shondra."
"You spoke," the voice whispered, with a certain smugness. "Now someone gets hurt."
Shondra - how that name excited him - beautiful, intelligent, and all mighty Shondra. The one who consumed his darkest and most private thoughts, and controlled him like no other woman. Rarely did she call to let him know she would be coming, preferring to just turn up. On a number of occasions her visits had been inconvenient, but how could he possibly refuse her? If he did, she may choose not to come again, and he simply couldn't risk that.
They had met several months earlier at a corporate cocktail party. Initially he hadn't noticed her. Certainly she was extremely attractive, but Wendell was accustomed to being in the company of beautiful women. It wasn't until after she had formally introduced herself that he realized - Shondra was unlike any other woman he had ever met.
"Hello Wendell, I'm so pleased to meet you," she gushed, smiling warmly and extending her hand to him, but instead of shaking it, she dropped and let her long fingers slide down between his thighs instead. The incident shocked him, and at the time he had been unsure of what to do. His cock however, had been way ahead of him. His cock had jerked to attention, and remained hard until eventually he had been able to slip out to the bathroom to relieve himself.
In the months that followed, he was to learn just how different Shondra really was. Wendell wasn't a particularly handsome man. He was no in his forties and, as a result of an excessive lifestyle and a stressful career, any good looks he may have had in his youth were now faded. That, however, didn't prevent him from having his share of extremely beautiful women. Money and power, Wendell had discovered, were more often than not incontestable aphrodisiacs.
Now here she was again, in his office. He turned, slumped down onto his knees, and stole a quick glance up at her. "Mistress, this worthless slut offers himself to you for your use and pleasure."
Her dark blue suit and crisp white shirt would have looked quite businesslike if the skirt hadn't been quite so short and tight. Her smooth dark hair was pulled back into a knot at the back of her head. Except for the scarlet red lipstick rather carelessly smudged across her mouth, everything about her was flawless. He stared down at her shoes - the heels were high and spiked and black to match her stockings.
Without word, she walked over to the plush leather chair behind his desk and, with no regard for the expensive piece of furniture, lifted one foot up onto it. Then, using both hands, she stroked the length of her lovely thigh, to raise her skirt up and reveal a small leather crop tucked into the top of her stocking. Her lips curled into a faint smile as she watched his reaction. "Who's been a bad boy then," she asked mockingly, removing the crop and then tapping it on the palm of her hand.
He knew he had done nothing wrong. She knew he had done nothing wrong. This was just a little game they played, a way of her finding an excuse to humiliate and punish him. In the world of business and banking many little power games were played, but none quite like this.
Shondra was a career woman, in the same oranization as Wendell. Like him, she was well qualified and intelligent, only nowhere near as accomplished. He was paid more. He had a much larger office with a better view and more expensive furnishings. Damn it, he even had a better-looking secretary than she did! He would always be more successful - and why? She knew why. It was because Wendell had a cock between his legs. Another woman in her position may have found a different outlet for her frustration, but not Shondra. She had found the perfect solution. To others he may have been a very influential man to be shown respect at all times, but to her he was nothing more than a whimpering little whore she controlled - a toy for her pleasure and amusement. As his mistress, she held him and all his power in her well-manicured hands.
He whispered timidly, "Wendell's been a very bad boy Mistress. Wendell's been touching his cock."
She took a deep breath, as if trying to control her anger then told him, "And what does Mistress do with her little slut when he touches himself without permission?"
"She punishes him, Mistress, to teach him obedience and self-control."
"That's right slut, your cock belongs to Me. It's for my pleasure, not yours - don't you ever fucking well forget it!"
He watched with excited anticipation as she laid her arm across his desk, and then with one swift movement cleared the entire contents onto the floor. A small vase shattered as it landed - and he made a mental note to clean it up before Marie found it. An explanation would, of course, not be necessary, but he still preferred not to leave any 'evidence' behind.
Marie, sweet and innocent little Marie. Fresh out of school, she had started work for him three months earlier. In the past he had often enjoyed fucking his secretaries. He would have certainly loved to fuck this one. On many occasions he had been distracted as she bent over his filing cabinet. Few men wouldn't have noticed those smooth long legs. There were many times, too, when she hadcome into his office and he had been more than grateful for the cover of his desk. It would have surely been embarrassing to them both if she had seen the bulge in his trousers. Or possibly, he thought, she was so innocent she just wouldn't have understood. Yes, that cute little virgin ass of hers sure was tempting, only he just couldn't bring himself to use it.
Upon meeting, his mistress and his secretary had formed a close friendship. Although they were seven years apart in age, they had attended the same university, and also shared an interest in fashion and sport. That, he assumed, was about all they had in common, and it seemed like enough. Their frequent chats, when Shondra came into the office had come into the office, had developed into lunch or coffee together at least a couple of times a week. The two of them together and not just sipping coffee... he fantasized about it constantly.
Wendell knew what was coming next as Shondra tapped the top of his desk with her crop. "Get your ass over here now, slut, so Mistress give you what you deserve."
Already he could feel his cock jerking between his legs as he stood up and began fumbling with his clothing. In the time it took to unbuckle his belt, slip down his pants and shorts, and then lean over his desk, his cock had swollen into a full and throbbing erection. Using his belt, Shondra secured his hands firmly behind his back, then, pushing him down onto his desk, she raised the crop high. "Tell Mistress what her little slut needs."
"Wendell needs to be punished, Mistress. Wendell's been a very bad boy."
She swung her crop down, and it made a whooshing sound before landing heavily on his bare ass. His body jerked, and he cried out as the stinging leather burnt across his tender flesh leaving a hot red welt.
"Why don't you shut the fuck up, slut? You haven't even begun to feel pain yet."
