Being the youngest lawyer at B&R was something I was never prepared for. I was to start as Browning's personal assistant until she felt I was good enough to take the BAR and not get anything wrong. I was almost done with school but she reassured me I didn't need a degree and just working under her would teach me everything I needed to know in and out of the courtroom. Once I was licensed, and had some experience apprenticing under her, I could do anything I wanted to in the world of law.
Browning was her usual commanding self when we interacted in the office, we both struggled to keep our hands off each other but managed to do so with how much work there was to be done with all the paperwork of changing the company name and reestablishing which clients this new brand actually wanted to work with. I spent a lot of time reviewing client information and suggesting which ones we should keep on or not. Sometimes she even let me be the one to call the clients we were keeping and break the good news.
Shawna seemed less graceful with the workload but also seemed more grateful about it. They both had been working a long time to get to this point. Browning and I were more worried about finding time to exert ourselves elsewise than the handlings of the company. Her creative and sexual ways of tutoring and quizzing me with BAR questions was the best teaching method I ever had. She tried to pretend that the sexual distraction would make good practice for a real emotional case pressure when I was finally in a courtroom.
It had been about two months since I started my position. Outside of tutoring, I didn't get much one on one time with Browning. I was getting all pent up and I could tell she was too. I kept my apartment for now although Browning had suggested I move in with her, I didn't want to lose all of my independence so quickly. It was the day before my BAR, I was slightly distracted and Browning was so busy, even as her secretary I didn't see her much. Half-way through the day she strolled out of her office.
"You're off the rest of the day and the next two days, get your stuff and go now before I change my mind," she was smiling but I didn't like getting shafted out of work.
"Are you sure, I'm ready for tomorrow, I can-" she cut me off.
"Go, now, trust your mistress," She was smiling at the jolt of tension I knew her saying Mistress gave me. I smiled but wasn't sure what I would do when I got home.
I breezed over the last practice exam I had in less than an hour and sat staring at my window for a while. I tried to call and text Browning but she didn't answer. It unnerved me but I knew personally how busy she could get. I wished for some relief before the test tomorrow but I guess that wasn't in the cards. I was still nervous even though I had been jumping through more hoops than necessary to get a good grade. It was just the moment that was going to be the precipice of everything I had worked for through the last four years.
I didn't hear back from Browning before I fell asleep, but I awoke to some flowers delicately arranged on my nightstand with a card leaning against the vase.
"Knock it out of the park kitten, I'll have plenty to reward you with later, xoxo," I smiled fully now, I knew to trust her. She probably didn't want to exhaust me the night before the test knowing very well that when we did finally have time again, it was going to be exhausting for the both of us.
The questions were a breeze, I was a little hung up on the writing sections, but Browning had been giving me test essays for weeks.
"And, Time," the proctor announced throughout mixed crowd responses from groans to sighs of relief. I smiled and left the building feeling great. Although I wouldn't know my score for a few months, I had a good feeling about it. I went home and wanted to celebrate, since I still hadn't heard from Browning, I was going to go to the club on my own then. This called for a drink or seven.
I got home, showered, tried to touch myself but couldn't quite manage to orgasm. Now I was even more sexually frustrated than before. I got out of the shower, put on some dark eye liner and blue eyeshadow while I picked out what dress to wear. I found the one I wanted, It had a deep low cut back, a v-like front that left little to the imagination about the size and shape of my breasts, and came more than half way up my thighs. I of course went without panties or bra. I grabbed my phone and saw I finally had a message.
"See you soon," from Browning with a smiley emoji. We didn't make plans, how did she know where I was going to be? I shrugged off the thought and put on my moderate black heels that wrapped around my toes and sat snug on my ankles.
When I got to the club, everyone greeted me with smiles, from regulars to other employees. I sat at the bar and ordered a scotch, why the hell not. I was celebrating wasn't I? I spun in my stool and admired the establishment that was the key to taking down P&L. I couldn't believe how much time and effort and bullshit Browning and Shawna must have gone through for this to be perfect. I finished my scotch and was trying to order another when the bartender sat a glass of wine down in front of me and said, "On the house," with a wink. I knew then Browning was here somewhere, probably watching me. The thought made me slick as I crossed and uncrossed my legs trying to ease the heat from pooling too far.
Since I had the weekend off, I didn't know what kind of shows we were scheduled to have when the curtain pulled back and the lights came on. I turned my full attention after scanning the room for Browning without finding her. I knew why once she strolled out on stage with a microphone.
"Thank you ladies and gentleman for being here tonight. It is a special occasion, very special indeed. Tonight is a celebration for one of our own employees here." My heart stopped. What did she have planned? Did she know I loved being fucked and taken on stage. God I hoped so. I wouldn't last five seconds once her hands were on me though, that wouldn't make for great entertainment.
"As you all know, we take safety very seriously here at the club," I swear you could have heard a pin drop in the crowd. "While I wished the one to be doing the honors tonight, for what I have in store, I need an expert, someone who will ensure no harm comes to my pet." I almost dropped my glass of wine when she said pet, I knew without a doubt she was talking about me now.
"Please welcome co-owner and co-founder to the stage Shawna," she gestured for the guest amidst applause. "I'm going to go get the final piece now." Browning handed over the mic to Shawna who began talking about the safety practices of Shibari and how the club was going to start setting up workshops and classes for those who wanted to learn the proper points of pressure and I stopped listening as Browning descended the stage and made a line straight for me. I stopped breathing. She stood in front of me and licked her lips.
"My pet," she stroked my cheek with one finger then held out her hand, "Come, I have a present to give you." I took her hand and tried to hide the shaking of my excitement. She led me on stage as Shawna's words were drowned out in the humming of my chest and the eagerness of the crowd. A strange apparatus was pushed over the stage from many ropes above. It hovered looking more like monkey bars with extra ropes hanging down more than anything else I had ever seen.
Shawna gestured for me to come over to her, "Although we've never had our chance together, I still know how incredibly sexy you are, but you belong to Browning, this is a treat for the both of us." She chuckled as she lifted my arms above my head and kissed me. She tied them loosely and then ripped my dress off my body in a harsh display of fabrics breaking. I gasped but knew I was more turned on than anything. I looked to Browning who was hovering nearby the sight of want written all over her face. I knew I blushed from her assessment more than from my nude body on display.
It took Shawna what felt like forever to wrap ropes all over my body in crazy patterns and knots and twists. I couldn't really focus on anything except the feeling of the ropes and the look on Browning's face.
"Ready love?" Shawna asked as I met her eyes and shook my head quickly. She chuckled and clicked her fingers. I was instantly lifted off the ground and put in a forty five degree angle displayed for all the crowd. The ropes around my thighs pulled tight and pulled my lips apart slightly with my weight. My legs were pulled wide and held bent at the knees. My arms were tied to my sides, but the closer to my wrists the rope was, the further behind me they were pulled. It made sure my boobs were pushed out from my chest. The ones I didn't expect to notice as much were the ones around the bottom of my rib cage, mostly supporting my weight, but they felt like the arms of a lover who was about to show me what love meant.
Shawna walked around me taking in her work and licking her lips. She rubbed my clit a few times, the evident wetness shining in the lights on stage. I gasped and threw my head back. I was glad she had put me in a position that didn't constrict my neck or head, but it also wasn't painful when I threw my head back. I squirmed as she rubbed around my mound and then lightly slapped each nipple, getting them wet with my own desire. I almost came right then.
"We will still be having an auction tonight so everyone get excited. This auction will be a bit different though," Browning was talking now as Shawna kept lightly stroking me and lightly slapping me everywhere there wasn't a rope, my nipples, my lips, my pussy, my clit, my ass cheeks, the inside of my thighs. I was squirming for release. "Everyone will submit a number, the person who gets the number correct or is the closest, will get a whole weekend with Shawna." The crowd erupted as she stuck a finger in my pussy then wet my asshole with my juices. I was sweating now with anticipation and struggling to keep my composure.
"The number to guess, is how many times can I make our showstopper cum in the next ten minutes?" The crowd went wild as people started putting their numbers out. "Please take the next minute to arrange your guess with a staff member wearing red walking about the audience." Shawna slapped my pussy and I gasped as my movement gave a slight swing to my whole body. I couldn't see the crown but I could feel them. Shawna then stuck her wet fingers in my mouth and worked them in and out as I eagerly sucked on them trying to find any kind of release. "Shawna will you do the honors?" Browning held the mic to her as she smiled devilishly.
"Alright setting a timer for ten minutes," Shawna was just as excited as I was.
"Remember your safe work ok? You might need it," Browning was trying to hold her excitement back but I knew she was thrilled. "GO!" from Shawna's mouth and Browning didn't hesitate.
She immediately pinched one nipple, latched onto the other with her mouth, and sent three fingers into my pussy. I screamed as my body started to sway from her pressure. Her thumb met my clit and I convulsed, shaking all the ropes attached to me.
"ONE!" I heard from Shawna. In those first seconds I had already one, but really I think I won.
Browning got excited now and didn't let up from her position, she kept slamming my pussy with her fingers and mashing my clit. It couldn't have been more than a few more second before I squirted all over the floor. The crowd erupted.
