The Executive Lifestyle Experience
By TheProfessor7002
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 Twelve: Sara's Gangbang: Part 1; Anticipation.
Three days later, on Friday, Sara received a text, shortly after she arrived for work, from a number she didn't recognize. The text simply said, "Good Morning". She deleted the text, then logged into the STM secure messaging app. Sure enough, there was a message:
"I require your services today. I will pick you up at 11:00 from the Visitor Parking Lot at work. Tell the staff you have a working lunch with one of your consultants and will be gone for several hours. Acknowledge receipt of this message."
Sara replied to the message, acknowledging she had received it, and would comply with her instructions. Then she closed out of the STM messaging app.
Sara had difficulty focusing on her work that morning, because her imagination kept running away from her. What would she be forced to do today? She eventually settled for catching up on some required Computer-Based Training courses that she had thus far avoided. It was a mindless activity, that would not be adversely affected by her inability to focus. Anyway, it gave her a way to pass the morning, despite her elevated state of nervousness.
Shortly prior to 11:00, Sara was standing on the sidewalk adjacent to the Visitor Lot of ATS Engineering.
When McCafferty pulled his black Mercedes into the Visitor Lot, he saw Sara and pulled up to where she stood. She obediently got into the passenger side.
"Good morning, Sara," he greeted her. "You look lovely, as always."
"Thank you, Mister McCafferty," Sara replied. "And good morning to you."
When Sara had strapped in, McCafferty pulled out of the lot and headed over to the expressway, which he entered, heading South, into the city.
"We don't have as much time as I would like," McCafferty explained. "I have an important meeting this afternoon. But I will be gone for a while, and I didn't want you to start feeling neglected," He smirked.
"Gee, thanks," Sara replied, a little sarcastically.
"Careful, little slut," McCafferty growled. He looked at her meaningfully. "This is not a game.
I own you.
You are my slave, and whether you like it or not, you will precisely follow any order I give you. You will show me respect at all times, and do exactly as I tell you, because you have to. There is no mercy from me, no leniency. Is that clear?"
Sara felt an inexplicable thrill at being verbally slapped down. McCafferty was such a powerful, no-nonsense presence that she couldn't help being attracted by his commanding manner. He was handsome, rich and powerful, and more than that, he had become her demanding Master. She very much wanted to please this man. Despite the fact that he was blackmailing her, and had assumed total control over her life, she found herself intensely aroused by his very presence, his aura of command.
She lowered her eyes. "Yes, Sir. I'm sorry, Sir."
"Yes, Master Scott. Say it." McCafferty was insisting on Sara's submission to him.
"Yes, Master Scott." Sara knew what that implied.
They drove into the city, and arrived at the Coventry Building, adjacent to the harbor. McCafferty parked the car in a reserved spot, just outside the Lobby, then led the way in, escorting Sara. He led Sara to the elevators, which they took up to the 41st floor. When the elevator had dinged to a stop and the door opened, McCafferty led Sara into the Security Lobby. As usual, there were 2 uniformed security guards manning the checkpoint, one behind a console desk with an array of computers, the other standing beside an airport-style metal detector.
"Hello, Mr. McCafferty," the guard behind the desk spoke up. "Are you heading up to the penthouse?"
"Yes, Mike," McCafferty replied. "Sara is my guest, and I'll vouch for her."
"Yes, sir," the security guard replied. He looked at his clipboard. "Sara Robinson?"
"Correct," McCafferty replied. "Also, I am expecting 6 others for a 12:15 meeting."
Sara felt her gut squirm with fear at that pronouncement. 'Oh, god,' she thought. 'What does that have to do with me?'
"Yes, sir," Mike replied, once again reviewing his clipboard. "Paul Williams, Daniel Cooper, William Smith, Kyle Hanes, Steve Boden, and Mark Atherton."
"Precisely. Hold them here until I am ready. When they are all here, give me a buzz to get authorization to send them up."
"Very well, Mr. McCafferty," the lead guard replied. "Have a nice day."
McCafferty escorted Sara over to the private elevator leading up to the top floor, the penthouse. After a short, 2-story ascent, the elevator dinged open into a little lobby. McCafferty led Sara out of the elevator, to the door to the penthouse. He extracted a house key and opened the door, then escorted her inside.
This was Sara's second trip to the Penthouse, and she was just as impressed with the expensive elegance as she had been the first time he had taken her there. She vividly remembered her first experience, six weeks ago... How Master Scott had made her strip in front of the window... how he had made her stand naked for inspection... how he had cuffed her hands together behind her back... then collared her... how he had photographed her that way, shaming her with more blackmail material... how he had chained her down over the back of the couch, with her legs spread wide, held in place by chains to her collar and ankles... how he had punished her twice, whipping her ass five times for each infraction... how he then simply raped her, callously taking her as she was bent over and helpless, all the while asserting that, as her Master, it was his right do so... how he had cum inside her, flooding her defenseless pussy with his semen, then pulled out and moved around to force her to suck him clean... how he further shamed her by taking more pictures, capturing the visible evidence of her rape... his sperm leaking lewdly from her swollen and gaping vagina... And somehow through it all, she had 3 glorious orgasms, despite the violation she had felt.
Once inside, McCafferty escorted Sara into the Great Room, which was the main living area, then turned to face her.
"Sara... you will address me as 'Master Scott' while you are here today. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Master Scott."
"Good girl. But before we go any further, you are to remove your clothes... I want you utterly naked."
Sara's eyes went to the undraped floor-to-ceiling window. She remembered being rebuked the last time she was here, when she had objected to undressing in front of that window. McCafferty had assured her that no one could see in from the outside at this time of day, and the rational part of her mind knew that was true. But still, the window was an undraped massive pane of glass, behind which the entire inner harbor was visible. She could see hundreds of people walking around, forty-three floors below her. The psychological effect was not unlike being ordered to strip in a public mall... Beyond that, she knew others were coming, that they would be here at 12:15, which was just under an hour away.
'Oh god,' she thought, trying desperately to steel her nerves.
"Yes, Master Scott," Sara breathed, feeling the wetness building between her legs, as she once again submitted to the will of her Master. Blushing, Sara removed her clothing as ordered, stripping off her shoes, socks, shirt, pants, bra, and panties. She placed her clothes in a neat little pile, then moved to the center of the room, directly in front of the window that made her so uncomfortable, and stood for inspection, her feet spread to shoulder width, her hands clasped behind her back, her head level and her eyes down. It was, she knew, the position he would expect of her.
As always when Master Scott commanded her to strip, Sara felt an overwhelming feeling of self-consciousness. She was acutely aware of being naked and on display as she stood there, in silence, waiting for her master's next command. Today, that feeling was made so much more acute by the knowledge that others were coming.
McCafferty was standing there, completely clothed in his suit. He had watched Sara strip herself naked, then move into position in front of the window.
'God, she is delicious,' he thought to himself. He collected her discarded clothing and took it down the hall. He was back, a few moments later, without it.
"You can have your clothing back when it's time to go," he told Sara.
Sara, for her part, was trying hard to avoid hyperventilating. She was mortally embarrassed, and scared half out of her mind. Nevertheless, she was determined to obey.
McCafferty now stood quietly in front of Sara, thinking, and observing her naked body with interest. He was impressed with her obvious attempts to please him. He knew how much being naked in front of the window frightened her, yet she had deliberately placed herself as she knew he would want. He also knew she had heard the exchange with the security guard, that she knew the others were coming... She would be scared to death, yet he could see the conscious struggle to submit to his will... to do as he commanded.
McCafferty said nothing for the longest time, leaving Sara to deal with the erotic and embarrassing feelings he was forcing her to experience. He slowly walked around her, inspecting Sara's nudity from every angle. The way her hands were clasped behind her back accentuated her lovely breasts. Her nipples were turgidly erect, an obvious indication of her arousal at being made to stand naked for inspection. With her legs spread to the width of her shoulders, her obviously aroused pussy was fully exposed. The neatly trimmed triangle of pubic hair drew his eye to the pouting lips just below.
McCafferty inspected Sara carefully as he walked around her, considering, taking in every detail of her embarrassed, resolute, and obviously aroused reaction to being forced to stand naked and on display. His eyes roamed over her body for a long time. It was time to push her a bit, he finally decided.
Sara stood obediently on display, squirming in reaction to her total exposure. She was intensely embarrassed to be in her current situation, yet she realized that her pussy was beginning to swell with arousal... she could feel it, and feared that he could see it, or smell it. She felt overwhelmingly naked, that incredible sense of violation that she remembered from her last visit here. He was able to do that by simply issuing orders, not even touching her.
McCafferty walked over to a desk on the far side of the room and retrieved a black-leather slave collar and four black-leather wrist and ankle cuffs. As Sara watched nervously, he returned, holding the collar where she could easily read the large stainless-steel letters affixed to the front of the collar: "S-L-U-T".
Sara whimpered when she saw it. 'Oh, god,' she thought to herself. 'A plain leather collar is bad enough... wearing one is so humiliating... an unmistakable proclamation that I am nothing more than a slave... But the inscription, boldly declaring me to be a slut... that's simply awful... and there are others coming to see me like this.'
Sara was mortified beyond comprehension. She fought to blink back the tears that were beginning to well up in her eyes.
