The Executive Lifestyle Experience

Author's note: This is the continuing story about a shy young wife exploring her submissive desires, under coercion at first, then with greater enthusiasm as the story progresses. It is a fantasy, set in a fictional world where there is no risk of STDs, and there is no downside to casual sex with multiple partners... As I said, fantasy. Don't try this at home.

Chapter Eleven: Reporting Progress.

The next morning, Sara received a text, shortly after she arrived for work, from a number she didn't recognize. The text simply said, "Hello". She deleted the text, then logged into the STM secure messaging app. As expected, there was a message:

"We are meeting for Lunch today. Review the on-line menu from the Longview Deli, and reply to this message with what you would like to have for lunch. Drive yourself to the Apartment in Longview, and be there by 11:30. Tell the staff you have an outside meeting and will be gone for several hours."

Having read the message, Sara closed out of the STM messaging app. She went to the on-line menu of the Longview Deli and reviewed her choices. She saw that it was a comprehensive menu, with many sandwich options, salad options, pizza options, and a wide selection of chicken wings. She perused the menu for a bit, before she decided on what she wanted.

Sara logged back into the STM secure messaging app. She noted the original message had auto-deleted, as McCafferty had said it would when he first installed the app on her phone. But that security feature didn't really matter; she was able to reply all the same.

"I received your message and will obey. Please get me a Chef Salad, with House Vinaigrette Dressing.

Sara closed out of the STM messaging app, then started thinking about what the day would bring. She realized she had to once again submit herself to Master Scott's control. Sara felt herself beginning to get nervous and excited as she thought about that. She knew, from past experience, that doing so would likely be a challenge for her. But she also knew that submission to Master Scott's orders usually got her aroused to the point of having multiple soul-shattering orgasms. 'I wonder what will happen today,' she thought.

Sara notified the office staff she had a luncheon with one of her consultants, but expected to be back by early-afternoon. She left work at about 11:15, and drove herself to the Wintergreen Apartments on Wilson Rd, in Longview. She parked her car, then entered the Meadowview Building, using her key. She went to Apartment 305 and knocked on the door, because it didn't feel right to just let herself in.

McCafferty opened the door a few seconds later.

"Hello, Sara," McCafferty greeted her. "You look lovely, as always. How are you this morning?"

"I am doing fine, Mr. McCafferty, and thank you," Sara replied.

"It's a pleasure to see you again," McCafferty smiled. "Please come in."

McCafferty closed the front door behind Sara, then led her to his Den. He sat himself in his desk chair, and directed Sara to have a seat in one of the four guest chairs that ringed a small conference table, located several feet in front of McCafferty's desk.

Sara had never been in the Den, but had seen the room the time she had first met Lisa McCafferty, who had explained to Sara that she was Master Scott's wife and Slave, and that her slave-name was 'Lisette'.

Sara vividly remembered that experience... She had been ordered to let herself into this apartment, where she had never been, and in which she had no idea who, besides Master Scott, might be present. She had been directed to stay in the Living Room, where she was to put on a collar, then strip herself naked... to place obscene pictures of herself in a circle all around her, then to kneel in the center of the circle, to blindfold herself, and to handcuff her hands behind her back...

Having to comply with those orders had been insanely scary, and totally humiliating... But as Sara had waited there, for whatever was going to happen... blindfolded, naked, and helpless... she had become enormously aroused. The intensity of that experience was unforgettable, as had been most of her experiences with Master Scott.

Lisa had subsequently found her like that, naked, bound and blindfolded, with incontrovertible pictorial evidence that Sara was a slut arrayed around her. When Lisa had asked Sara whether she had been fucking Lisa's husband, with photographic proof on display all around her, Sara had wanted to die...

Lisa had subsequently led Sara, without the blindfold, but still naked, cuffed, and on a leash, down the hall. They had stopped at the open door of the Den, long enough for Lisa to confer with her Husband, who was on mute, in an on-going teleconference. At that time, Sara had seen into the Den, but had never actually been inside.

This was evidently where Master Scott conducted most of his business. The room had an unmistakably male décor. The walls held an array of plaques, citing various honors and awards, including several diplomas. It also had a significant number of photographs of Scott McCafferty with various civic leaders. It was an unspoken testament to a powerful and influential man.

The desk chair was a functional, yet obviously up-scale, piece of furniture. It was large and imposing, with soft leather upholstery. It had a tall back support, and wide, comfortable-looking arm-rests. Other than that, it was a typical office chair, capable of raising up or down, rocking back, swiveling around, or rolling laterally on an array of 5 substantial casters.

The four guest chairs around the conference table were similar, but quite a bit less imposing. They were typical office chairs, comfortable, but utilitarian.

Once Sara was settled, Master Scott spoke up. "I believe you had an assignment last week, to practice your blow-job skills on Brian."

"Yes, Sir," Sara acknowledged. "On Friday, I complied as ordered, practicing on my husband, instead of the toy."

"Tell me about that."

Sara flushed a little. She wasn't comfortable discussing the private details of her sexual activities, but she had been given a direct order, and she knew she would get herself in trouble by holding back.

"It turned out very well, Master Scott. My husband was pleasantly surprised, and we ended up having a very enjoyable interlude. It was the first time that I have ever given Brian a blow job, and I tried hard to make it as pleasurable as possible for him. I succeeded in deep-throating him, so I suppose Miss Lisette's lessons and my practice with the dildos are paying off. I think Brian enjoyed himself quite a bit... I know I did."

"Did you take it to completion?"

"No, Master Scott. I became too aroused from doing that for Brian, particularly knowing that I was doing it on your orders. I practiced giving him a blow job for at least as long as I normally practice with the toy. I knew I was giving him a great deal of pleasure, and I realized, to my surprise, that I was enjoying doing that for him. But after a while, I found myself in rather desperate need of relief. I finally pushed him back on the bed and mounted him. I rode him, with me on top, which is another thing I had never previously done. We had sex that way, until we reached a mutual orgasm. I hope you are not disappointed in me."

"No, little Slave, I am not disappointed. I did not order you to take it to completion, so your obedience was within your prerogatives. There is nothing wrong with using oral sex as foreplay. But when you are acting under my orders, I want you to remember that the pleasure of the person you are commanded to serve is always your first responsibility. You are to consistently make that the top consideration, and subordinate your own pleasures, likes, and dislikes, to the objective of making sure the one you serve is completely satisfied."

"Yes, Master Scott... I can assure you, Brian was completely satisfied. A bit surprised, no doubt," she grinned. "But completely satisfied."

"You're welcome," McCafferty chuckled.

"Yes, Master Scott... Thank you, Sir."

"Tell me about your training sessions with Lisette," McCafferty commanded. "You've completed, what... two sessions, I believe."

"Yes, Sir."

"Lisette reports that you're making good progress," McCafferty observed. "What do you think?"

"I suppose so," Sara replied, continuing to blush. "We have worked on the mechanics of sucking cock and licking pussy, but the real revelation to me came during the first session, when I realized how turned on I had become from submitting to something that repulsed me."

"You mean, being made to drink urine," McCafferty observed.

"Yes, Master Scott."

"Tell me about it," McCafferty ordered.

"Well, I don't even know how it happened," Sara explained. If you had told me, when I went to see Miss Lisette, that I would have ended up drinking pee, I would have been unimaginably repulsed. But that's what happened, and I got very turned on, extremely aroused, by being forced to do it."

Sara took a second to collect her thoughts, before continuing. McCafferty said nothing, instead just listening, as Sara sorted out her thoughts.

"Miss Lisette asked me why I didn't like the idea of sucking cock. I admitted to her that just the thought of it was disgusting to me... I think I said that the thought of sucking on a penis was repulsive because that's where a man pees from... She explained to me that urine wouldn't hurt me, and that some people incorporate pee play into their sex practices... up to and including making a submissive partner drink it... I couldn't understand how what she was telling me could possibly be true, so she put on some videos from an internet porn site. She showed me several video clips, and I couldn't believe what I was seeing... In the first one, an attractive young couple were playing... He was peeing on her and then in her mouth... She was spitting out most of it, but I could see she was swallowing some, as well. What really struck me, though, was how much both of them seemed to be enjoying it."

Sara paused for a second, lost in thought, then continued.

"The second video was similar, but it was an attractive lesbian couple. The women took turns peeing in each other's mouth, then kissing. I was impressed by the fact that it was obviously an intensely intimate experience, and how much both women seemed to be enjoying it."

Sara paused again, collecting her thoughts. McCafferty made no comment, giving Sara time to process her feelings.

"But it was the third video that really got to me... A very attractive young woman was being treated as a slave... She had a slave collar around her neck, and her hands were bound behind her with leather cuffs. She was kneeling in a shower stall... Her master held her by a leash attached to her collar. He was standing in front of her, his penis exposed."

Sara squirmed in her seat, her breathing beginning to accelerate. McCafferty observed her carefully, making no comment as he watched her remembering her experience.

"I could see that she knew what was about to happen, and didn't want any part of it. Her disgust was obvious... But I could also see she was turned on. Her master ordered her to open her mouth, then he pissed into it. She was revolted. At first, she refused to swallow, but he insisted she do it. He slapped her face and ordered her to swallow, which she eventually did. Then he made her seal her lips around his cock and drink his piss as he urinated directly into her mouth... He kept stopping and making her swallow the mouthful of piss he had given her. As soon as she did, he would do it again. He did it over and over, pissing into her mouth until it was full, and then making her swallow it."

Sara looked over at McCafferty, catching his eye.

"It was the most disgusting thing I've ever seen, but I couldn't stop watching. I kept imagining what it would be like to be her, to be helplessly restrained and ordered to do something so vile... to have no choice but to obey... and the weird thing was... I was getting really turned on by that girl's humiliating predicament."

Sara lowered her eyes, squirming a bit under McCafferty's scrutiny.

"Miss Lisette was watching me, and she realized how turned on I was. She paused the video and ordered me to strip, then restrained me exactly like the woman in the video... My hands cuffed behind my back... A black leather collar around my neck, a leash attached to the collar... She took me into the bathroom and made me kneel in the shower."

Sara was blushing as she continued her story, but she was also getting rather obviously aroused.

"Miss Lisette told me that I was the woman in the video... and, in my mind, I think I was... Then she ordered me drink her piss, just like the man in the video had done to his slave, only not as much... She stopped after she had made me swallow a mouthful... I think she just wanted me to experience what it was like."

"And what was it like?" McCafferty prompted.

"I don't think I can describe it, Master Scott," Sara answered. "It was a bunch of different feelings, all at once. It was nasty, but as Miss Lisette had told me, I knew it wasn't going to hurt me. It was just incredibly distasteful, disgusting... I had to consciously fight to avoid getting sick. It was the most humiliating and degrading thing I had ever done. But I had done as I was commanded... I had submitted willingly to what I was ordered to do, even though it disgusted me, and I was proud of that. More than that, humiliation makes me hot, and the whole scene had me boiling with arousal. I was so turned on... and that was the last thing I would have expected."

"Yes, quite the dichotomy," McCafferty observed. "I wouldn't have thought you ready to experience pee-play, but I trust Lisette's judgement. The conflict that you experienced is pretty typical of a true submissive. I don't often engage in pee-play, but I've seen it used as a test of submission, which was basically what was going on between you and Lisette. I have also seen it used as a punishment. No doubt, Lisette would not have commanded you to do it, if she had not noticed that you were very aroused from watching the slave in the video submit. She must have known how you were likely to react."

"Well, it certainly surprised me," Sara confessed. "Miss Lisette pointed out that, after swallowing a whole mouthful of piss, I wasn't going to ever again worry about getting a stray drop while giving a blow job."

"I suppose that is true," McCafferty considered. "In that case, she has done you a service."

"I suppose so, Master Scott," Sara acknowledged. "I am no longer repulsed by the thought of giving a blowjob. She shyly glanced up at McCafferty. "I can't say I have fully conquered my disgust at the thought of swallowing cum, but I am working on it."

"Give it time," McCafferty chuckled. "You are obviously learning." He said nothing for a moment, considering, before he continued. "I also believe that Lisette gave you a recurring homework assignment?"

"Yes, Master Scott," Sara replied. "Miss Lisette instructed me to practice with the dildo she gave me... I am to practice, every day, until I can easily take the entire length into my throat. I was doing pretty well with the original dildo, which was about 6 inches in length. Yesterday, Miss Lisette switched that one out with an 8" dildo, which is definitely more challenging."

"I understand Lisette took you through a rather intense little fantasy, to get you turned on to the point where you would be able to swallow the larger dildo," McCafferty commented. "Tell me about that."

"It was so real!" Sara exclaimed. "I still have no idea how she did it. Miss Lisette would only tell me that everything that happened was an illusion, that she and I were alone in this apartment the entire time, that she had used sensory deprivation, and the power of suggestion, to create a very realistic experience for me. But it was so very real... I still can't reconcile my own experience with what she has told me... I mean... logically, it must be true. We were the only ones here... But that is not what I experienced. She absolutely had me convinced that I was naked and bound, in front of a crowd of onlookers."

"Interesting," McCafferty observed. "Of course, sensory deprivation can greatly enhance the power of suggestion. Lisette knows this. But it seems to have been particularly effective in your case. Lisette told me that you had actually convinced yourself that 'Master Michael' and 'Master Steven' were real, despite knowing, in advance, that it was all just a fantasy roleplay experience."

"That is correct, Master Scott," Sara confirmed. "I can't tell you how real it seemed. I was sure Miss Lisette was letting Master Michael rape me. It was

that

real. I tried to ask about it, but she just shut me down, demanding my submission. I think that made it even more real in my mind... Even now, I can't quite believe that it wasn't real. I mean, Miss Lisette explained that it was just an illusion, and I have to accept that. But, oh my god, to believe that, I have to ignore what I know I experienced! How can I do that?"

"Yes, quite the Mind-Fuck," McCafferty mused. "Tell me, how much do you want to know how she did it?"

"Very much so, Master Scott," Sara replied. "Not being able to figure it out is driving me to distraction."

"Twenty lashes," McCafferty pronounced.

"Excuse me, Master Scott?" Sara asked uncertainly.

"Twenty lashes," McCafferty repeated. "I will show you how she did it, and in exchange, you are to be punished... twenty lashes with the flogger."

"I'm not sure I want to know that badly, Master Scott," Sara demurred.

"You don't get to make that decision, Slave," McCafferty replied. "This is not a negotiation. I have made the decision. You will obey."

"But, that's not fair!," Sara protested. "I haven't done anything wrong!"

He looked at her meaningfully. "That hardly matters. You are my slave... I

own

you. Whether you like it or not, I decide what is to be done with you. I am within my rights to punish you, whether for the argument you have just given me, or even simply because it amuses me to do so. You will do exactly as I tell you. You will submit to whatever I decide, because you have no choice. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Master Scott." Sara felt a surge of submissive arousal as she thought of the power this man wielded over her.

"Good. Now, as I have already described, it will cost you a toll, in the form of twenty lashes, to have me divulge Lisette's secrets," Master Scott explained. "If Lisette had wanted you to know how she did it, she would have undoubtedly explained her methods in detail. She didn't, saying only that it was an illusion, implicitly forcing you to trust her."

McCafferty paused, allowing Sara to consider what he was saying.

"You do trust her, at least to a reasonable extent. But not being able to conceive how she did it is a nagging doubt in your mind. You want to believe her. You want to have confidence that the only people in this apartment yesterday, were you and Lisette. But that is not what you experienced. So, you keep wondering if there is something Lisette isn't telling you... if she has somehow obscured the fact that 'Master Michael' and 'Master Steven' were real people, actors recruited by Lisette to rape you, to enforce your submission."

"I suppose that's true," Sara allowed. "I do want to trust Miss Lisette, and I mostly do, but I can't see how we could have been the only ones here. That makes it feel like she is deceiving me somehow, though I can't imagine how."

"For that reason," McCafferty explained, "I am over-ruling Lisette. As her master, it is my right to do so, my right to decide. In my judgement, the possible ill effect of having you continue to wonder whether you can really trust her, is too great a risk. When I show you how she did it, you will know, unequivocally, that she has not been deceiving you, that she is worthy of trust. That nagging doubt will be eliminated. That's why I am going to do it."