Teaching A Colleague

This is the third in a series but has been written so that it can be enjoyed both on its own and as a sequel. Have fun!

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I could feel her eyes on me. It felt as though they hadn't moved for the last two weeks. True to my word, I hadn't even acknowledged her. I glanced up and saw her eyes flicker down quickly, as though she had been caught stealing. I stretched, stiff from a long day at the computer and walked to her desk. Ocean blue eyes wide, she stared up at me.

"Do you have the report?" I enquired. I could see the disappointment in her face, she had hoped for something else.

"Oh yes," she mumbled, "it's right here," she said clicking open the document. I shifted behind her and leaned over, as though to begin reading, and placed a hand lightly on her graceful shoulder. There were other people in the room and I'd have to be careful, but my body mostly blocked us from view. I could feel the pulse in her neck quicken. I trailed my fingers up her throat and traced her jaw line. I let my fingers drift down again putting the slightest pressure on her neck. I tugged at her hair, firmly enough to tip her face up towards me. Her pink lips were parted in surprise. I wanted to kiss her, fill her mouth or crush my pussy to her lips. I let her go and walked away.

"Send it to me," I instructed. She didn't respond for a second, dazed by my touch, then nodded quickly.

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Her presence at my desk was tangible, hovering, not quite brave enough to speak. I continued to ignore her, she would need to learn to be patient if she was going to serve me. I wrote a few more lines of the report and checked my emails. I couldn't resist any longer. I turned to face her and raised a slow, expectant eyebrow.

"Would you like to go to lunch?" She squeaked. I considered for a moment but didn't have enough self control to keep away. I wanted to be near her, feel the thrum of her heartbeat increase as I moved close. I nodded and rose to join her. As we began to leave the office two co-workers jumped up and decided to join us. I could feel the wave of disappointment coming off of her. She was obviously hoping for something a little more ... private.

We stood in the que, idle chatter flitting back and forth in the group. I was watching her fidget. She could feel my gaze on her, her eyes meeting mine before flashing away. Each step she took I could see her round ass shift under her fitted, black pencil skirt. It was mesmerizing. When she faced me I could just make out tight, pert nipples under her sheer pink blouse. I desperately wanted to dip my hand down the front, cup her ample breast, pin her to the counter unable to move as I kissed and bit the almond flesh of her neck.

I satisfied myself by leaning against her, pressing her against the snack bar as I pretend to check out what was on the menu. Her breathing became rapid as she leant into me, letting out a quiet sigh. My fingers itched to touch her, to make her hurt in the most delicious ways. I quickly grabbed a pack of fruit, scared of what my hands might do if they were left unoccupied. We collected the rest of our food and sat, I ensured I was next to her. I could feel the heat from her leg next to mine, jigging up and down, she was nervous. A smile slid across my face and I placed my hand on her leg. It stilled instantly but I left it there, reassuring warmth on her thigh. I began to gently slide my hand along her leg, towards her cunt.

I could feel the pin-prickles of anticipation dancing up her skin. I let my hand slide further, briefly hampered by the hem of her skirt. I could feel the lace of her thong on my finger tips. I brushed lightly along the crease where her thigh met her cunt, soft skin, supple and warm under my touch. I slid one finger under the material, stroking gently along her deep slit.

My fingers met cold, hard metal rather than welcoming folds. My senses jarred, I faltered. My fingers stuttered to a holt. Why would she have metal in her underwear? Then recognition clicked. The chastity belt, I still hadn't taken it off her. The expression of annoyance must have been clear on my face. The colleague across from me asked if I was ok.

"Oh yeah, don't worry," I hurried to find a plausible reason for my irritation, "I just saw someone littering," I finished weakly. He seemed to buy the excuse and the conversation turned to the climate and pollution. I withdrew my fingers from her thong, disappointment rang through my body. The rest of lunch dragged by, my thoughts frequently returning to the caged pussy next to me and my need to release it.

We finally returned to the office but I could no longer concentrate. Time continued its slow and steady march; with each second my productivity dropped even further. I made a decision. I stood from my swivel chair and stretched my arms. I caught her eye, and nodded to the door indicating my wish for her to come with me. Without waiting for a reply I walked from the office. She hesitated a second and then I heard her push her chair back and trot after me.

I walked swiftly to the bathroom with her in tow. "Shut the door," I instructed and she obeyed without hesitation. I looked her up and down slowly. I could feel her arousal falling from her in waves, see her hard nipples beneath her pink shirt. I reach forward and skimmed one with my thumb, making her shiver. I paced around her, inspecting my property. "Pull your skirt up," I instructed. She tugged it up, letting the black fabric rumple at her waist. I could see the chastity belt clearly now, leather straps securing her pussy tightly in a metal cage, stopping me from gaining access.

"What have you learnt?" I asked.

"I," she looked puzzled, "I should wait for your instructions before doing something."

"What else?"

"I shouldn't come to your house uninvited."

"And?"

"If I behave badly I will be punished." She shifted slightly, the memory of her cunt being assaulted by a dildo still fresh in her mind.

"Good. Do you still want me to be your Mistress?"

"Yes, please!" She begged

"And you will do as I say? Only as I say."

"Yes Mistress."

"Will you work hard at your training?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Will you pay attention and remember what I teach you?"

"Yes mistress," Her tone was now pleading.

I conceded with a nod, "but be warned, if you step far out of line again you will be discarded." She let out a little whimper.

"Yes Mistress. I'm sorry Mistress." I gave a short nod and stepped forward pulling a small key from my pocket. I bent to the chastity belt and twisted the key in the lock. There was a satisfying click as it released its hold on her. I pulled it from her, creamy pink mound, and neat dark pubic hair revealed. I observed her pussy, noted the wetness on the lips, her clit poking just between them. She was utterly desperate.

"Spread your legs for me," I ordered she opened her legs a little. I slapped her inner thigh with the palm of my hand making her jump with the short, sharp shock of pain. "Wider," I demanded. She obeyed spreading them as far as she could whilst staying standing. I knelt down next to her, my eyes level with her puffy, neat, little cunt. I began to inspect her for damage over the last two weeks. I could see two pink patches on either side of her mound where the metal from the chastity belt had rested and rubbed at her skin. I touched them lightly and she squirmed away, the feeling too unpleasant. I looked up at her and gave her a hard frown, my eyebrows furrowing deeply.

"Sorry Mistress," she whispered and returned to the position she had been in. I ran my fingers down the folds of her cunt and pulled them aside to expose her engorged clit and deep pink hole. She whimpered as I held them apart and explored her pussy with my fingers, again checking for damage. My thoughts kept slipping to the way I had treated her cunt the last time she had come to my house. I had stretched her further than she could handle, brutally assaulting her. I had loved it. I stood and walked behind her.

"Bend over," she complied, bending at the waist and allowing me an unobstructed view of her puckered asshole and slit. I pulled her lips apart again, checking from this angle. I pushed my fingers into her center, exploring her tunnel as deeply as I could reach. She pulled away slightly, though tried to stop herself. It was still tender from my rough handling.

I stood her up and walked back in front of her. I moved closer to her. I could feel her breath on my skin, her light floral scent in my nose. I tipped my lips to hers, kissing her lightly. I cupped her mound in my right hand, gently caressing it. I slid one finger along her slit, brushing the tip of her clit. She sighed in pleasure. I continued to run my hands over her mound, the pressure moving her lips and stimulating the clit lying beneath. I let my finger tip dip slightly into her warm entrance.

I heard the outer bathroom door open. I pulled my hand from her, grabbed her skirt hem and yanked it down over her naked form. I snatched the chastity belt up and tucked it in a pocket as the inner door opened and a colleague wandered through, unaware of what she had interrupted. I turned and walked from the room leaving her standing, rumpled and shocked at the sudden change of events. My heart was pounding in my chest.

I arrived back at the office before her, long enough for me to sit and observe her walking in. Her eyes were wide and bright, her face flush. As she glanced across the room she caught my eye. Holding her gaze I placed the fingers I'd used to penetrate her in my mouth and sucked off the last of her juices. Her full pink lips parted, she clearly wanted more. I turned away, dismissing her.

It was late afternoon before I was able to talk to her again and the wait had almost killed her. She had kept making small moves as though she were about to come to my desk. My thoughts repeatedly strayed from what I was doing to the image of her pussy on display before me. Each time someone left the office she glanced around in the hope we were alone. But there were too many people. Until suddenly there weren't. It was just the two of us. As soon as the door clicked closed her attention was on me, the presence of it tangible in the air.

I grinned lazily and beckoned her over. She obeyed, heels clicking rapidly as she sought to be near me. She stood in front of me panting, I could see her nipples beneath her shirt again. I stood next to her and lifted my hand to her neck, placing my thumb at the hollow of her collar bone. I slid my hand up until it rested just under her jaw. I moved it to the back of her neck and grasped a fist of hair, pulling her to me. I caught her off balance and she fought to stay standing as I pressed my lips deeply against hers. I grasped her waist with my other hand to keep her from toppling, and let my tongue flick across her soft lips, tempting them open.

I pulled back catching my breath. Her eyes were wild. I pushed her away, shock flashed over her face. I grasped her throat again and whispered into her ear, "See me tonight," then pushed her back towards her desk.

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I prepared the deep, grey sofa I used as an after care area and flipped on the towel warmer I had salvaged from an old barber shop. It would provide me with something to clean my guest. I threw a couple more soft, thick blankets onto the sofa and placed a basket on the table. It contained all I would need to care for her. I could feel the excitement roiling in my stomach.

There was a tentative knock on my door. I smiled to myself, imaging her thinking of the last time she had been here. She stood in the doorway, hesitant. She was wrapped in a deep blue woolen coat. The weather had begun to turn cold. I let her into the hallway and led her to the basement full of tricks and trinkets. I turned to face her.

"Undress," I commanded and she rushed to obey, shedding her jacket, shirt, skirt and underwear quickly. This time she remembered to fold her clothes and place them neatly on the side. I smiled approval at her, she was learning. She stood naked, watching me intently, her pert breasts standing proud. Her milky skin was pricked with cold and arousal. I observed her leisurely. Her long dark hair fell to the small of her back ending a few inches above the cleft of her ass.

"I'm going to teach you a pose, you will remember it and use it when I tell you to," I informed her "but first a wish to inspect you more fully." She nodded quickly, desperate to please. "Climb onto the chair," I instructed, directing her to a black medical chair in the corner of the room. Glistening metal stirrups were attached to the base and straps ran along it. The stirrups were hinged so that if I wished I could spread her legs wide or tuck them up to her chest. She clambered on quickly, wanting to satisfy me, the leather of the chair creaking. I tightened the wrist and arm cuffs firmly around her and clamped the strap around her waist pressing into her flesh. I could see her breathing increase, short, sharp breaths slipping from her lips, the fear rising in her eyes. I placed her legs in the stirrups and strapped them in.

She was unable to move until I moved her. Entirely placed at my will. I ran my hand over her velvet skin, enjoying the feel of it alert to my touch. I dipped the chair back. Her head quickly lowered to the floor, her pussy presented high in the air for me. She squealed in surprise, fear evident at her entire submission to my will.

"Shhhh," I whispered, "you'll be fine." I ran my hands up her body to her breasts and squeezed the dusky nipples. She let out a small gasp and my hand travelled across her chest to the other nipple, squeezing it firmly too. I combed her with my eyes, checking for any damages I had missed before. The shadow of a bruise sat on her ribs the exact size of my thumb. It lay where I had held her, forcing her to submit to my assault. I caressed it lightly and let my eyes travel towards the neat patch of hair between her legs.

I moved down her body and began to reposition the chair so that her legs splayed out in front of me. Her pussy wide and entirely unprotected. I selected a short, black paddle from a rack behind me and ran in up her thigh, bringing it down with a hard thud. She let out a small gasp. I raised the paddle and brought it down on her skin again. She tensed at the stroke but didn't make a sound. I increased the power as a brought the paddle down again. She let out a small squeak of pain. Pink flushed her skin where the paddle hit.

I raised the paddle again, this time I bought it tapping down on her mound. She gasped, her hands balling into fists. I bought the paddle down again, bringing the nerves in her pussy alive. I bought the paddle down on her pussy again, firmer this time. A groan passed her lips and she tried to bring her legs together to protect her pussy. The straps of the chair secured her, biting into her skin and stopping her from shielding herself from the blows. I bought the paddle down on her cunt again, her skin reddening, her skin awake and sensitive.

I stood between her legs again and pushed the folds of her cunt apart with my fingers. I reached behind me again, this time retrieving a speculum. I applied lube to the metal and placed it at her entrance. She gasped as the cold materiel pressed against her skin. Pink swollen lips spread, forced to welcome its intrusion. She realised what I had a second later and tried to pull her legs closed. Desperate to hide herself from my inspection.

"Please, no mistress," she begged. I stared coldly at her.

"I want to inspect you, every part of you," I informed her, "You are mine and I will look at what I want."

I began pushing the speculum into her core. She struggled in earnest now, adamantly attempting to close her legs, to stop the most vulnerable elements of her from being seen. The straps dug into her skin stopping her from drawing her legs together. I grasped the paddle and bought it down on her inner thigh hard. She bucked her body from the chair and let out a sob, but stopped struggling. I finally had the speculum in place and began to open it inside her slowly, stretching her. When it was as wide as it could go I stood back and admired her. I could see her hands shaking in fear. I moved to her head, leaving her exposed, and began to stroke her hair.

"Shhhh sweet," I murmured, "it'll be alright, but if you are going to belong to me I must know every part of you." She began to calm and I continued to stroke her hair. I lent and kissed her lips lightly then moved back to her cunt. Standing in front of her I could see deep into her tunnel, her cervix quivering at the end. I pressed my fingers into her and stroked it. Her whole body shuddered. I let my fingers circle it and felt the shudder run through her. I pressed my fingers to her cervix, stretching her, she moaned in pain.

I reached behind me again and retrieved four metal balls, each the size of a golf ball. Each was covered in short sharp spikes and when turned on would deliver random, intense electric pulses. I placed the first at the edge of the speculum, turned it on and let it roll down the metal, thudding into her cervix. She gasped as it slid inside her, the spikes biting into her delicate flesh. I pressed the next two into her, each time they thumped inside her she winced. The spikes of the first ball bit into her cervix with the increased weight. Finally I placed the last on the speculum and pressed it into her. There wasn't much room for the ball and I had to press firmly to ensure it stayed in her cunt.

She squirmed under the pressure, already uncomfortable. I slid the speculum from her leaving the balls in place and watched as her folds closed around them. She gasped as the balls filled her, her tunnel no longer protected from the spikes. I smiled to myself, this was only the beginning. I could tell when then first ball released an electrical shock. Her hands clenched as her pussy spasmed, the pain increasing as her tunnel involuntarily clenched around the spikes. She let out a squeal.

"Keep them in you," I ordered. She shivered then yelped as another ball released a shock, her pussy punishing itself. She tried to shift, to make the pain bearable but the movement caused the spikes to bite into her flesh further. She gasped again as a shock ran through her and bucked on the table, the straps holding her in place. Her pussy was still exposed to me, I placed my hand on her mound and began to circle her button as another shock ran through her. I could feel her clit becoming aroused as I continued to massage it. She let out a long moan as another shock ran through her.

"Hushh," I whispered, "you're doing well."

I walked to the edge of the chair and began undoing the straps. She barely noticed, her entire attention was on the agony in her pussy. Her body writhed on the table, legs clenched together as I undid the last straps. Her hands went to her pussy, seeking her clit, trying to pleasure herself to stop the pain. A short, sharp slap of the paddle rang across her skin and she stopped trying to touch herself. Stopped trying to relieve the agony at her core.

"Stand up," I instructed. She staggered to her feet, knees buckling at each spasm of pain running through her cunt.

"I'm going to teach you how to pose when I want to display you," I informed her. She nodded, trying to keep her attention on me. Her breathing was rapid and wild. "Crouch down, balance on your toes," I instructed "and place your hands on your knees. Spread your legs wide," she hastened to obey, wincing as the spikes pressed into her cunt. "Keep your back straight and don't fall," I instructed. She nodded and attempted to keep the pose. The next wave of pain caused her to fall to all fours. Her ass presented in the air. She growled as her pussy throbbed with agony.