The Executive Lifestyle Experience Ch 12

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.

McCafferty then fitted the collar around Sara's slender neck and buckled it into place.

"You will need this for your duties today. It suits you, don't you think?" He callously taunted her. "I know that's not really who you think you are, but it's who you are today... Because I command it."

"O please, Master Scott," Sara whimpered. "I am trying to obey you... Why must you humiliate me so?"

"I think a little humiliation is good for you," McCafferty responded. "I have told you before... I am not going to go easy on you. If you can't learn to lay down your inhibitions and simply submit to my will, I am afraid you are in for a very rough ride."

"Yes, Master Scott," Sara whimpered, beginning to lose it. "As you wish... Oh, God... Please have mercy!"

Then she was sobbing softly, crying in response to the overwhelming humiliation she was feeling. Tears streamed down her cheeks.

McCafferty, for his part, made no move to comfort Sara. He just let her cry it out, giving her several minutes to release her rampaging emotions with a good cry. He knew it would be cathartic for her to do so. Meanwhile, he continued to buckle the cuffs around Sara's wrists and ankles, while Sara stood obediently, overwhelmed by her emotions, but still trying to be obedient.

Once McCafferty had buckled the black leather slave cuffs on Sara's wrists and ankles, he clipped Sara's wrists together behind her back with a carabiner link that he passed through the "D" ring on each wrist cuff.

With her hands now cuffed behind her, Sara was helpless. She was fully on display, her nakedness accentuated by having her hands secured behind her back. She could do nothing to hide. In accordance with her prior instruction, she kept her legs spread to the width of her shoulders, feeling horribly exposed as she did so.

Sara felt overwhelmingly vulnerable, standing like that... naked, her legs spread, her hands cuffed behind her. Her face was burning, with tears leaking down her cheeks as she thought about how she would appear to anyone looking at her.

McCafferty allowed Sara's crying to run its course. When her tears had largely dissipated, he dried Sara's eyes with some tissue.

"I know you're upset," McCafferty told her. "But there can be no submission, if it's too easy... Whether you believe me or not... whether you know it or not... submission is what you crave. And so, I shall enforce it. Your obedience today must be immediate, without question, and always to the best of your ability. Anything less will get you punished. Do you understand?"

Sara had barely gotten her tears under control, but she made sure to answer. "Yes, Master Scott."

"Good. Now, one more thing... We need to preserve this moment for posterity."

To Sara's dismay, McCafferty walked over to a desk and pulled out an SLR digital camera. The humiliation was once again too much... Her eyes again welled up with tears, and she broke her silence.

"Please, have mercy," she sobbed.

McCafferty gave her a hard, calculating look.

"Silence, Slave," McCafferty growled. "Do not speak unless spoken to."

Sara gave a humiliated little whimper. Her face was burning red, and tears were leaking down her cheeks, but she otherwise held her silence and her position.

McCafferty began taking pictures of Sara, to her utter mortification, as she stood there like that. He walked around her, photographing Sara's naked body from every angle. Sara's eyes were on the floor, but she heard every shutter click as he took the pictures.

"Ok, now look up," McCafferty commanded when he was once again standing directly in front of Sara. "Eyes on me."

Blushing furiously, Sara obediently looked up, making eye contact with the lens. McCafferty continued to click away, capturing the tears now trickling down Sara's cheeks.

"Obedience, Sara," McCafferty commented. "That's what this is about."

Sara was utterly humiliated, but she couldn't hide the fact that her body was flushed and aroused. Her nipples were hard, standing straight out from her breasts, which were thrust forward by the way her arms were bound.

McCafferty put the camera down and walked over to stand behind her. He reached down and grasped her bare ass, gently stroking his naked slave. Then he moved around to her front and dipped his finger into the flowing wetness seeping from Sara's vagina.

"Have you ever wondered why being treated this way makes you so aroused?" McCafferty mused.

"I don't know, Master Scott," Sara replied, a bit uncertainly. "I can't help it."

"Obedience makes you hot," McCafferty commented. "Even when you don't think you can't stand it."

Sara was utterly humiliated, but she couldn't hide the fact that her body was flushed and aroused. Her nipples were hard, her breathing was ragged, and her pussy was flowered open, leaking sex-lube at a steady rate.

McCafferty reached down and stroked his fingers between her spread legs, dipping into her wetness. He penetrated her vagina with first one, then two fingers, making Sara moan deep in her throat as he did so. He chuckled.

"My, my... You

are

a hot one... You secretly

love

this, don't you?"

Sara didn't answer; her eyes had gone down in shame... But it was true. She was very aroused. Her breathing was ragged, and she could feel her pussy drooling onto McCafferty's fingers.

"I asked you a question, slave."

"Please, Master Scott... I admit... I am very turned on... but I don't think I like being shamed this way... it's too intense... I feel horribly naked and exposed... and I am extremely embarrassed."

"You need to be pushed," McCafferty insisted. "You need to not have a say in what you are ordered to do... or what is done to you... and you are in luck... because I am here to provide that for you."

He turned and walked back over to the desk, leaving Sara standing as she was. He opened one of the desk drawers and retrieved a blue-velvet pouch, then returned to where Sara stood.

"This will make it a bit easier for you, I do believe," McCafferty commented as he opened the pouch and extracted a remote-controlled egg-shaped vibrator. He set the empty pouch on a table, off to the side. "Hold still now."

He held the vibrator in his right hand. He moved the vibrator down to Sara's crotch and pressed it against her pussy, slowly rotating it to thoroughly coat it with the sex lube that was oozing steadily from Sara's slit. When he was satisfied that it was sufficiently wet, he pressed on the egg, pushing it into her vagina.

Sara gave a little gasp as the egg was forced into her, but a moment later, it was fully seated, with only the thin antenna wire protruding.

McCafferty held his wet fingers up to Sara's mouth. "Clean them."

Sara obediently opened her mouth, allowing McCafferty to slide his fingers across her tongue. She tasted the essence of her arousal as she obediently sucked his fingers clean.

McCafferty withdrew his fingers, then reached up with his left hand and seized a handful of Sara's lustrous hair. Using it as a handle, he turned her face to him. He pulled her hair hard enough to make her gasp. When she did, he kissed her forcefully, claiming her mouth with his own. He pushed his tongue into Sara's gasping mouth, entwining it with hers. Sara surrendered to the kiss, swooning into him, kissing him back, acknowledging McCafferty as her Master.

McCafferty finally broke the kiss. "You're a very beautiful woman, Sara. You're also my slave... My fuck-toy... My whore... My slut... You will do as I demand."

"Yes, Master Scott," Sara breathed. "I am yours... I am scared to death... but I am your slave... you own me."

"You should be scared, little slave," McCafferty observed. "In about 45 minutes, I am going to have 6 visitors, and you will still be naked. Who knows what they will do to you, hmmm?"

Sara gasped at his pronouncement, despite already knowing what would likely happen. Hearing him say it just made her predicament that much more real.

"Oh, please, Master Scott... don't make me do this. I'll die of embarrassment."

McCafferty abruptly slapped Sara across the cheek. It wasn't really that hard, but it stung, and it made Sara gasp to be treated so dominantly. He slapped her again, still holding her hair in his fist, tipping her head back and holding it immobile.