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?"
