My Own Heaven Ch 08

This story is fiction based loosely on people, places and events mostly from my life. I strongly suggest that you read the previous chapters before you read this one.

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Monday morning was a big day at work. Even though we arrived early, they were already delivering the furniture for the new executive wing of the building where Keith and I would be working. The decorator was there telling the men where to put the furniture and Keith and I went up to see how everything looked. It was amazing how they had converted the empty office space into an impressive office suite in about a week.

I went back down to the reception desk so I could be there when Rhonda, the new receptionist, arrived. She arrived a few minutes early and I went over the phone and messaging system on the computer with her. She had worked with both systems before so it was just a matter of her sorting out who was who and what extensions they were on. She was pleasant, smart and sociable, so I could tell that she would represent the company well and I would hardly be missed at the front desk.

I went back up to the executive office area where they had set up most of the furniture. Keith told them to get our offices set up first; then worry about the conference room and file room. He wanted us to be able to get up and running as quickly as possible. Our phones and computer equipment wouldn't be set up until later in the morning but there was still plenty to do.

Keith was like a field general during a huge battle. I was so proud. He knew exactly what he wanted and how to get it done. He'd obviously put a lot of thought into this and it was coming together just as he'd planned.

I walked through the executive office area to get a feel for the layout of the place while trying to stay out of the way of all the men moving furniture around. There were still two nice sized offices that were empty. There was a kitchen with all the appliances and two nice sized tables and there was a big bathroom with a shower, two sinks and lots of mirrors. It looked like Keith had thought of everything.

Just about the time the men were done moving in furniture, file cabinets, chairs and bookshelves; a new batch of men arrived and started setting up the phone and computer equipment. I was able to start getting the filing set up and start putting away things that Keith had 'filed' on chairs, under desks and in cardboard boxes. He didn't lie to me when he said he wasn't "the most organized guy in the world when it comes to office stuff."

Keith and I went to lunch to let them finish with the wires and assorted things that had to be done to finish setting up the computers and phones. By the time we returned, everything was done and all of the delivery people were gone. We closed the sliding doors separating us from the rest of the building and we were alone in the executive offices.

I went into Keith's office and he came around his desk and wrapped his arms around me and pulled me against him and kissed me. I was really surprised but I melted against him because it felt so good. "What happened to being discrete on the job?" I giggled when he let me go.

"I told you, being locked in the executive offices with me was one of the perks of the job." He laughed. "Besides, no one can get through the sliding doors unless you or I let them in."

"I can see where this can put me in some very interesting and compromising positions." I said with a smile.

"And humiliating, too," he said taking me in his arms again, "That's the plan."

He took me into my office and showed me how, by pressing a key combination on my computer, I could see the sliding doors on my monitor and, by pressing another key combination; I could open the doors to let someone in. "See," he said, "No one can come in unless one of us opens the door for them. We're completely isolated from the rest of the building."

"And how did you explain this extraordinary security?" I teased, "You needed privacy so you could sexually molest your personal assistant?"

"Well, that IS the main reason," he laughed, "But there's also the fact that all the blueprints, plans and technical specifications for everything we make are stored here. That's why no comes in here unless we let them in. And even then, they can't just walk around unescorted."

"How about Phil?" I asked.

"That includes Phil," he said much to my surprise. "Phil knows what we make and what is in development but he's not an engineer and he doesn't need to know how the things work, just what they do. I trust him completely, but this information is the cornerstone of everything I've worked for and everything I hope for the future."

"But I'm not an engineer", I said, "and I don't need to know how things work but I have access to everything you've done. I have access to your hopes for the future."

"Heather," he looked at me suddenly very serious, "You are my future."

My eyes started to fill up and I threw my arms around him and said, "If the furniture wasn't new, I'd rape you right here." And I kissed him hard and deep.

Keith wrapped his arms around me and returned my kiss. I could feel him getting hard against my stomach and he eased himself away from me and said, "As much as I'd love for you to take advantage of me, we do have work to do."

We spent the rest of the afternoon sorting things out, filing what needed to be filed, and getting the computers set up with information that we needed to be able to share. His personal schedule was on scraps of paper and the backs of envelopes. I organized it as best I could. I entered it into the computer and I discovered that he was supposed to be going to San Francisco tomorrow for three days. He'd forgotten all about it and hadn't even made airline reservations, hotel reservations or arranged for a rental car.

So, my first job as his personal assistant was to take care of all of his travel plans. I found out his choice of hotels and found one close to where his meetings were; I arranged for a rental car to be waiting for him at the airport and I made first class reservations for the flight to and from San Francisco.

We decided that I should take him to the airport in the morning, and pick him up on Thursday night. He said it was a good thing that I noticed that he was supposed to be in San Francisco because he would have forgotten about the trip. He also said that, in the future, any trip that keeps him away for more than one night, he wants me to travel with him.

"Since you are taking me to the airport in the morning anyway," he said, "Why don't you spend the night at the house? You can help me pack."

"I suppose you want me naked while I pack for you, too." I teased.

"Naked and high heels," he said knowing how that makes me feel; "You know how I love seeing you like that. And, since I'll be distracted looking at you; I'll have to find a way to distract you, too."

'Great,' I thought to myself, 'I wonder what torment he'll think up for me this time.' When am I going to learn not to taunt him? It only gets me in trouble.

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Keith and I left together. With the private entrance and private parking spaces away from where everyone else parked, no one really knew when we came or left or if we were together or not. We stopped on the way to his house grabbed a bite to eat and then went to the house.

We talked about the how the first day went and Keith was sorry that he had to leave after only one day. He said he'll probably be calling me a couple of times a day anyway because he'll need information to use at the meetings and see how things are going; and because he'll miss me.

We were sitting in the living room talking and Keith stood up, took my hands and gently pulled me up and said, "I think you're wearing too many clothes."

He started to remove my blouse and I reached up to help him and he took my hands and put them to my sides, "You're not getting undressed for me," he said, "I'm stripping you." and continued to unbutton my blouse.

I put my hands up again and he bent down and lifted me onto his shoulder like a fireman rescuing someone from a burning building. I squealed and kicked my legs and he swatted my little ass with his big hand. Even through my skirt and panties, I could feel the heat in my ass.

He carried me up to the bedroom and put me down, standing in front of the closet and said, "I want you naked in thirty seconds." And went to the armoire opened the doors and took out the keys to the locked drawers.

I knew that every time he took something out of those drawers, he used it to torment me in some way. He turned to look at me and said, "Twenty seconds!"

I started to frantically take off my blouse; threw it on the floor and started on my skirt. Keith was taking things out of the drawer and I got my skirt off and unhooked my bra when he turned to me and said, "Time's up."

He had the leather wrist cuffs in his hands and he took my wrists and buckled them on. He went to the closet and got the pair of black five inch heels with the little ankle straps and handed them to me. "Put these on and nothing else." He said, and went back to the armoire.

I dropped my bra on the floor and quickly slipped my panties down my legs and off and walked over to the bed. I sat down and took off my shoes and put on the high heels and buckled them on. I stood up and walked shakily, it always takes me a minute to get used to heels this high, to where Keith was at the armoire.

I was able to look into the open drawer and there were all kinds of vibrators, dildos, cuffs, crops and other things I didn't recognize in the drawer. I was looking at each one imagining what it would feel like being in me or being used on me when Keith turned around and said, "You're going to eventually know what each one of those feel like, Heather. And the other drawer has even more interesting things for you to uhm...test."

I think he was trying to scare me but all I could think of is 'How soon can we do it?' He had something in his hand but before I could see what it was, he turned me around and clipped my wrist cuffs together behind my back. Now, he could pretty much do anything he wanted to do to me. Not that I would've stopped him before, but it was exciting knowing I couldn't use my hands to protect my sensitive parts.

He reached around me and cupped my breasts gently squeezing them, pinching and flicking my nipples. I leaned back against him and, with my hands cuffed behind my back, I could feel his cock, semi-hard and getting harder, so I rubbed and stroked it through his pants.

He turned me around to face him again and I could see his long hard cock straining against the front of his pants. I knew he would shove that big cock into one of my holes before the night was over. He started teasing my nipples again and I moaned closing my eyes and he said, "I've abused your pussy and your ass and you loved it; that only leaves your beautiful tits left to test."

He had me naked in five inch heels; he knew this made me feel like a slut -- his slut. I was his and being displayed like this humiliated me. But that was his plan. He knew the humiliation got me more excited and made me want to endure whatever he could come up with.

He held up two silver things and said, "These are called clover clamps, Heather; when they clamp onto something, the harder you pull on them the tighter they grip onto whatever they are attached to." He paused letting me look at the clamps, "Would you like to guess where I am going to attach them?"

It suddenly hit me where he was going to put the clamps. I could feel my nipples get hard as I realized that he tied my hands so I couldn't get them off once he put them on. "Please, Keith, my nipples are so sensitive, you know that." I pleaded. "Make me wear the panties with the dildo and you can torture me all you want, you can use the butt plug, too. You can even use a bigger one and stretch my asshole. Turn them both on and make me beg you for mercy."

He held his hand up and I stopped talking. "Those are all excellent ideas and I may use them all and some of my own." He said staring at my naked breasts. "But, I am interested in seeing how you react to having your tits tortured."

He reached out and took my left nipple between his thumb and forefinger and squeezed down and pulled me toward him by my nipple. He let go of my nipple and grabbed hold of my breast and placed the clamp on my left tit.

"OOOooooohhh, Noooo." I cried, "Please no, it hurts. Please Keith, take it off." It really did hurt; it hurt a lot, but it was not as unbearable as I thought it was going to. He grabbed my right breast and applied the other clamp to my right nipple. I screamed again and shook my tits and bent over and tried to shake the clamps loose. I jumped from foot to foot, which only made the five inch heels hurt my feet. I tried to get my hands from behind my back but, of course, the wrist cuffs clipped together held my hands tight.

Out of breath and finally realizing the more I jumped around, the more the clamps hurt my nipples; I stopped struggling. Keith was smiling at me, and from the bulge in the front of his pants, he enjoyed my little dance, and said, "The clamps make your tits look beautiful, Heather, come and look." And he took my arm and led me over to the full length mirror. Each step in the five inch heels made my breasts jiggle making the clamps bounce causing more pain to my captured nipples. I moaned as he moved me in front of the mirror.

In the mirror was a beautiful eighteen year old girl stripped naked and shaved bare. Her long legs were tight because of the erotic five inch heels on her small feet. Above her shaved pussy and flat tummy, her beautiful 34B breasts were perfectly shaped except for the cruel clamps that were pinching her nipples. But most exciting, that beautiful girl was me and seeing her -- my -- beauty and agony made my pussy even wetter.

Keith took two small springs and attached one to each clamp. I looked up at him and asked "What are the little springs for?" The pain in my nipples was easing and was now a dull ache. I was beginning to enjoy the torture Keith was making me endure.

"If you don't do a good job, I am going to attach weights to those springs. Every time you move, the weights on the springs will bounce, pulling on your nipples. And, even when you stop moving, they will bounce on the ends of the springs pulling on your nipples."

I moaned imagining how that would feel and I could feel that tingle running between my wet pussy and my aching tits. Moving around with just the clamps on my nipples was exciting but painful. Having weights pulling on my poor tits would be excruciating, but would be like a fantasy coming true. Being tortured until I gave up a secret, or tormented by mean sisters or girlfriends who were jealous of me, or by a group of guys who just wanted to see how much they could do to me.

He walked me back over to the bed and, again, my jiggling breasts caused the clamps to bounce and pinch my poor nipples. "Here's what you are going to do. I am going to unclip the cuffs on your wrists and you will not touch the clamps or your breasts. You will pack my suitcase for my trip and, if you do a good job, I'll remove the clamps.

Keith went to his closet and pulled out his suitcase and put it on the bed. He walked over to me and said, "I am going to unclip your wrist cuffs. DO NOT touch your breasts or the nipple clamps. If you do, you'll be one sorry little sub."

He walked behind me and rubbed my little ass cheeks and then patted them a few times causing me to jump a little but that was enough to renew the pain in my tortured nipples. He unclipped the wrist cuffs from each other and it was an effort to keep my hands away from my stinging nipples.

"Now," he said, "I want you to help me pack." He walked to his closet, which was across the room from the bed. I walked to Keith at his closet and understood the deviousness of his plan. Walking in the five inch heels hurt my feet but also caused my ass to jiggle, much to his delight, and my clamped tits to bounce, much to my distress.

When I got to him, he put his hand under my chin and raised my face to his and there was a look of concern in his eyes. "Too much?" he asked softly. "Feel my pussy." I replied spreading my aching feet. He slid his fingers across the pouting hairless lips between my legs and we both gasped; Keith, because I was so wet; and me because of the sparks that flew between my suffering tits and hot wet pussy.

He smiled that smile at me and even though I was naked, I felt warm all over. He handed me a few pairs of socks and told me to put them in his suitcase. I turned and made the painful walk from his closet to the bed and put the socks in the suitcase and looked back at him. He was watching my ass and holding a few pairs of boxer shorts, waiting for me to come and get them.

He was going to give me a few items at a time and watch me make the tantalizing walk back and forth as many times as he could. As I walked towards him trying to keeps my tits from bouncing I realized that he could watch my breasts, with clamps on my nipples shake and bounce, causing me twinges of pain. As I walked back to the bed, he could watch my cute little ass jiggle, much to his pleasure.

He must have decided that I was not suffering enough because when I walked up to him, he took my hand and walked me to the armoire, reached in and took out a butt plug. It wasn't the same butt plug he had me wear yesterday; this one was a little longer and a little wider.

"Since we, well you, put so much effort into stretching your asshole yesterday," he said with a grin, "We should take advantage of this opportunity to continue your training." He motioned for me to turn around, and I did. I loved that he was going to torture more than one part of my naked body. I was truly his slut and the more he did to me the more eager I was to please him...and myself.

I bent over and even spread my ass cheeks for him; my breasts hanging down caused new agony for my clamped nipples. Keith placed the greased butt plug at my puckered asshole and pushed and it started to slide in. He pushed slowly but firmly and I groaned, then gasped, then squealed as my little asshole stretched wider than ever before and finally closed over the slightly narrower part of the plug near the base.

I stood up, ass full and nipples burning and turned to Keith. "Five inches and you took it very well." He said smiling. "Now let's finish packing." He walked back to his closet and took out a few more items and turned to me waiting for me to take them.

I walked over to him, my body on overload from the stimulation to my nipples, my ass, and my feet and legs. Despite the pain and humiliation, the masochist in me took over and, as I took the clothes from him I taunted him saying, "I suppose this butt plug has the same 'features' as the one you had up my poor little ass last night." I took the clothes from him; turned and made sure he got a good look at the base of the plug between my cute ass cheeks as I starting walking to the bed.

"Why, yes, it does." Keith said and, at the same instant, the plug up my stretched little asshole began vibrating wildly.

I dropped the clothes on the bed and bent over to support my self on the bed. The big plug in my ass was vibrating so hard that it was making the clamps on my nipples vibrate. It was incredible having so many different parts of my body being stimulated at the same time. I grabbed onto the bedspread with both hands so hard that my knuckles turned white. I thought, 'He'll turn it off any second' but the vibrations went on and on.