Victoria's Secret

Victoria loved power. Horsepower, lots of money, power lunches, and power shopping. At barely twenty four she had been an integral part of a male dominated society and by far one of the most tenacious women advocates for women's rights and personal freedoms. But she kept a secret. A dirty little secret, one which haunted her dreams yet burned so deep into her soul she wished she could release her from herself. He admired her from afar. He knew about what could happen when u mixed business with pleasure but he was, in essence, a moth to a flame.

He had known of her attraction to him along with the majority of his female staff, but the way she conducted herself in the workplace u would never guess. It's why her promotion to being his personal assistant was one of the most successful advancements for the many females who as soon as they got the promotion due to the close proximity to him caused for their immediate discharge due to inappropriateness in the workplace. She though was all business and the continued close proximity and long nights together putting the upcoming merger together successfully with his brothers corporation was indicative of her responsibilities, yet he couldn't help but want her.

He knew he shouldn't have asked her to join him for a nightcap after work one night, yet he did. Looking at her filled with such vitality she tried to hide and the hypnotic charm she had on him he just couldn't see her being happy in his choice of sexual appetites and continued to admire her subtle beauty from afar. As luck would have it she had dropped her journal one day as she was running late for a luncheon date with some of her feminist friends. He knew it was wrong for him to invade her innermost thoughts but he just couldn't help himself. Page after page of vivid imaginings, unreleased passions, and the steamiest of sexual fantasies, the one that captivated him most was her most forbidden desire, the one he knew he was bound to make into a reality for her.

With the upcoming trip to Manhattan days away, he made a long distance phone call to his brother concerning some last minute preparations. They had arrived in Manhattan in time to settle into their respective rooms and meet up to go over tomorrow's itinerary. Her boss had called for the meeting over dinner in the hotel's dining room and discussed tomorrow's agenda. He had yet to see her with her hair down. It was constantly pulled into a bun. The ache he had to run his fingers thru her blonde hair was growing with every passing hour. He managed a slight reprieve when his brother showed for an after dinner drink. She was strictly business, yet he wondered what kind of a lover she was. He couldn't wait to find out what kind of fiery passions laid beneath that cool exterior.

It was early yet when dinner concluded and she had left for an evening stroll through the impressive Manhattan night that was quickly impending. The brothers set to work. He had been notified when she had arrived back to the hotel courtesy of the hotel concierge at the front desk. Now all he had to do was wait. Either way the night wouldn't be all that dull after all his brother was there, but he figured that she wouldn't pass up the opportunity to possibly fulfill her wildest fantasy especially with him since he dominated two thirds of her diary as is. He had to commend her though for sticking to business and not dabbling in the pleasures of the flesh like so many of those other former personal assistants had. Upon her arrival back to her hotel room she discovered a package addressed to her lay upon her bed. She read the note that accompanied it.

I know your most forbidden desire.

I want to fulfill your fantasy.

Meet me tonight.

10 pm in the Penthouse suite.

~Your Master.

Along with the note was a cardkey. Opening the package she discovered a satin white bra with no cups, a satin white garter belt, white thigh high stockings, and a skimpy white lingerie style dress that gathered at the sides and fell to just above the top of her thigh hiding the garter belt from plain sight. She couldn't believe her eyes. There before her was the outfit she had envisioned wearing in her dirtiest fantasy that seemed destined to be nothing more than a relentless pipe dream, or so she had thought.

She was truly at war with herself. The feminist side of her told her she couldn't accept these gifts and go up to the penthouse to live out her dirtiest secret, but she was tired of being the frump at the office. An ice queen couldn't compete with the attitude she had towards the many men that had tried to coax her out on the town for dinner and a no strings attached sex afterwards. The idea of it all sickened her. Curiosity got the better of her. She couldn't help herself. She tried on the outfit after she took a shower. It fit like a glove on her hourglass frame. Her long legs accentuated by the pair of white pair of white high-heeled pumps that she didn't notice prior to the shower. She did her makeup to look au natural, wore her diamond heart necklace with matching bracelet and earrings. She draped a white gauzy shawl over her shoulders. She decided to allow her hair to fall into long billowing blonde waves that fell down to the middle of her back.

Her cerulean blue eyes glowed with excitement. She no longer looked twenty-four going on forty-two like she always tried to portray. Now she looked like a sexy vixen ready for whatever sexual exploits came her way. She smiled seductively, gathered up the penthouse card key along with her own card key and never looked back. Whoever her Master was he should be thanked properly in person Victoria thought. She found the penthouse suite with no problems. With a stomach full of butterflies and a bit of nerve she swiped the card key, half wishing it was all a cruel joke and the other half hoping it wasn't. The door opened.

Upon entering the gorgeous penthouse suite she was told to come in.

"Welcome Victoria, so glad you could join us this evening!" her boss' voice said loud and clear. Startled she looked towards where his voice had emanated from to find him in a black smoking jacket walking towards her. God he looked gorgeous his long wavy whiskey colored hair that fell just past his broad shoulders. He was 6'4" in height with well-defined muscles and a tapered waist. He looked almost menacing standing before her. His brother now had joined them. It was now apparent that they were a mirror image of each other, identical twins. She could feel both sets of steel gray eyes staring at her

."How did u know, sir?" She stammered out softly.

"Let's just say a little birdie told me that it was your heart's desire to have a Master, slave!" He said matter-of-factly.

"Yes sir that is a particular fantasy of mine, sir." She said a little shyly.

"But my ultimate is to have a threesome, me with two men, one being my master and whoever my master wishes to have join us." She added quickly.

"Well, slave, we'll see if your worthy of my attentions, slut!" He said coming closer to her. The thought sent shivers down her spine. This is what she had craved for so long, power in its purest form along with the truest form of femininity possible. Tonight's events would prove her allegiance to her new master. Just the very thought of it made her wet. The thought of being owned by him wearing his shackle around her ankle would be an honor.

He directed her to take off her dress. She proudly discarded the confining garment standing before her master and his brother. His brother told her to spread her legs within seconds she felt his hands rubbing her crotch while her master began kissing her neck and squeezing her tits. She felt her wetness start to flow. His brother had brought the jack rabbit out and started easing it into her slick hole wet with her own juices as he watched her expressions on her face. He thrust it in and out of her as she began moaning in pleasure. She was ordered to take off their smoking jackets, which revealed the rest of their hardened bodies. Their 10-inch cocks were already hard. The only difference between the two seemed to be the tattoo that was on their sides. It was that of a tiger, my master's was on his left and his brother's was on the right. When they stood next to each other as they were now, it revealed a two-headed tiger.

She was directed to a wooden chaise lounge where she was laid crossways. She began licking her master's cock up and down, running her tongue around the head as she took him into her mouth and began greedily sucking. She varied her depths and her speed with each tasting. As she continued her enjoyment of her master's hardness, his brother began twisting and thrusting the vibrator into her soaked slit as the vibrations intensified. She let loose a wanton cry as she felt her skin radiated warmth which began deep in her loins engulfing her with need. Her body tensed and shook, her breathing hitched as she struggled to catch her breath as she continued to go down on her master. His grunts and thrusts told her that he was nearing his own climax. His brother removed the jackrabbit as her master came into her mouth. They quickly exchanged spots. This time her master commanded her onto her back.

He lifted her legs allowing them to rest against his chest, he eased into her warm wet slit. He grabbed her hips raising her just a bit more so when he thrust in and out of her he would hit her G-spot with every thrust. He slammed into her hard and fast making her moan as she was being face fucked. She was commanded to deep throat her master's brothers cock and to play with his nut sack as he roughly squeezed her breasts and pinched her nipples. She was then told to suck his balls into her hot mouth and then was allowed to continue with the blowjob. She knew he was close to climaxing cause his dick grew a bit thicker and his thrusts quickened. Seconds later she had a mouthful of his salty load spurting down her tonsils.

She swallowed every bit and licked the head clean. Her moans came out in gasped breaths as her master pounded into her. He commanded her to pleasure herself while he continued to thrust into her. He knew the way she writhed beneath him that she was close to coming again. He fucked her wet pussy faster and faster. Her orgasm made her body twitch from the spasms that overtook her body as he himself climaxed shooting his load deep into her fiery depths.

She had barely recovered from her orgasm when she was commanded to stand. She did so without question. They had set up a Symbian on the chaise lounge. While she stood she was fitted with nipple and clit clips. Pain shot through her. She had never experienced anything like this sweet torture her master subjected her to. The claws of the clamps cut into her tender skin. Then she was commanded to get on the lounger and told to bow. As she complied the claws tugged painfully into her. From there she was cuffed and tied to the chaise. They had centered the Symbian behind her.

While she was knelt in a bow on the chaise lounge her master and his brother took turns slapping her ass causing her to get excited and beg for more even as the clamps began to feel almost enjoyable. The slightest movement caused the clamps to pinch harder. She could feel the slick cool wetness of a anal lubricant being applied by a finger as it carefully rimmed the outer edge of her tight opening. Then she felt the hardness of a vibrator being slowly inserted into her ass. Her muscles tensed and she cried out as she felt its continuing pressure. Her master commanded her to relax as the invasion continued. With tears in her eyes she tried to relax telling herself that it would feel good.

Everything else she had taken part in tonight so far was very enjoyable. She felt the slight pressure then she felt the pop as the vibrator finally entered. He eased it in a bit farther till he was confident her sphincter muscles were not going to push it out. He began slowly thrusting it in and out rhythmically until without her realizing that she was starting to moan from the sensations running through her body. He gave her another dose of pleasure by inserting the Symbian into her wet folds. Turning it on, adjusted the frequency of the vibrations, the thrust speed then he turned on the vibrator that they had inserted into her tight ass, and calmly walked away.

Fifteen minutes later the soft moans of pleasure were floating from her lips. They had come back into the same room and watched her. She was enjoying it so much now that she had begun to whimper out her sentiments as tears filled her eyes. She had come more so far tonight than any man had ever made her cum in the past. She was in ecstasy. Her body quaked in its bonds. They stopped the Symbian and carefully removed the vibrator. They untied her and brought her to the bathroom. It was the biggest bathroom she had ever seen in her life. Once in the enlarged shower with the customizable spray jets everywhere, her master removed the handcuffs. As he adjusted the water temperature she had been helped out of her bra, garter belt, stockings, and high heeled pumps.

As the warm water sluiced over their bodies she was once more commanded to bend over and give her master a blowjob while his brother adjusted the powerful spray jet closest to her on the adjustable sprayer. He aimed it for the soft pink folds of flesh at the juncture between her legs. He changed the pulsation to hard spray then centered himself directly behind her. He spread her legs a bit more then spread her supple ass cheeks and slowly eased himself in. She relaxed easier this time and she felt the familiar pop once more and a slight pain from him being bigger than the vibrator but the more she relaxed the more enjoyable it became. While she sucked her masters hard cocked and deep throated him occasionally while her pussy was pummeled by the warm spray of the shower jet.

If it wasn't for her master's brother holding onto her hips as he thrust in and out of her ass she would have been on her knees from the intensity of the orgasms that racked through her body from the warm water, but oh my god! Did it feel so good! She felt her master start to help facilitate his release as he began to thrust into her mouth as she continued to alternate her speed, depth, and stroke her tongue took upon his hardened shaft up and down, in and out. Her master thrust one final time as she felt his hot load shoot into the back of her throat as she quickly swallowed every spurt he emptied into her mouth, hungry for the taste of his seed.

He finally pulled out of her moist mouth. With the orgasms racking her body with every pulse her master's brother began to quicken his thrusts into her ass her screams of passion resonated throughout the bathroom as she felt his load burst into the tight recess of her ass. It felt as if she couldn't possibly hold anymore cum when he finally pulled out of her. Her master and his brother quickly showered and removed the nipple and clit clips. She was given the freedom to take a relaxing shower for a bit before the next round. She was glad for the reprieve as she adjusted the showerheads and changed it to a drenching rain. It felt great having hot water sluice over her body. So far reality surpassed her fantasy. She finally shut off the shower and towel dried off. She stepped back into the bedroom suite.

She was commanded to come over and stand in front of her master. She stood before him, her skin glowing against the light of the fireplace. This was her rite of passage. She respectfully lowered her eyes before her master. She felt the coldness of steel as the ankle shackle enclosed around her slender bones and felt the weight of the chain that attached her firmly to the penthouse floor. The shackle that was placed upon her was a symbol of her will to do her master's bidding.

He commanded her to lay upon the king sized bed that centered the room. Her master turned her to face him, as he stared into her dark, lust filled, cerulean blue eyes. His scorching touch and the sizzle that was left upon her delicate skin as he kissed his way up and down her front while his brother did the same to her backside.

Just the thought of double penetration at the skilled hands of her master and his identical twin brought a contented smile to her lips as a deep blush crept across her face and an aching throb that pulsed deep from her loins. She felt like one of those Renaissance models sprawled out upon a velvet settee, her nude body exposed for the entire world to see as she lay between these two powerful men. The mirrored ceiling above them only enhanced the romanticism of the evening. Her master's brother penetrated her first, allowing her to once more relax. This time she had no reservations of his thickness.

As she looked into her master's eyes she felt his hardness penetrating her slit. The feeling of having both men inside her beginning to thrust deeply into her in perfect unison, the rhythm felt so intense, almost euphoric. She had never experienced anything like it before. She watched the mirror above her appreciating the view. The tattoos on their sides, symbolic in the way they both gratified a female in their sexual prowess of the female body. They had her in orgasm over and over again while they took their fill of her body.

It felt wonderful having these two men inside of her. Their thrusts got harder and faster, she felt them both grow thicker as the pushed her into a full blown orgasm that left her gasping for air, her body quivering, as they exploded into her with an unrelenting fury. Her body filled with their potent seed, she creamed herself in ecstasy of the pleasures they had inflicted upon her. Her now totally satiated body was exhausted as she fell into a deep satisfying sleep next to the warm fireplace on the floor lying at her new master's feet.

She had never imagined sex so satisfying, to be owned so freeing, and so completely satiated by her new master. The shackle around her ankle was a testament to last night's sexual exploits. Victoria's secret of her dirty uninhibited desires of carnal pleasures of a slave submitting to a master were finally fulfilled.