This story is a follow on to "Yes Mistress" written by SplendidSpunk. Please feel free to read that either before or after this one. SplendidSpunk and I are now collaborating on a third volume which will be published under my name.
~ B.C
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I could barely concentrate as I stared at my computer screen. My hands were inching down my heaving chest towards my pussy even though they should not be. It was easy to get caught. Even though my secretary knew that walking in without knocking was prohibited, it's fairly easy for people to break the rules. Like I was doing now. I couldn't help it just thinking about last night with Kevin has me on the edge. I was on the edge of my seat, the edge of my control, the edge of my peak just before I came.
Kevin was my lover, my slave, my master all wrapped in one beautiful package. He stood tall at 6'4 with brown hair and blue eyes. He was handsome in every way possible and oh so desirable. He was the best fuck slut I've ever had and also the best Master. We'd switch roles last night after I'd fucked him roughly with my strap-on. It's my turn now to be the slave, the dirty slut and I was so anxious for the night to come. Crossing my legs, I clinched them tight. Preventing me from slipping a finger inside my pussy but the effect was just the opposite. Pleasure shot straight to my pussy and I clutched the edge of my desk trying to fight off the orgasm that was threatening to roll through me. I knew Kevin wouldn't permit me to masturbate without his permission so I fought it. It's easy to say that he isn't here with me so what the hell, I can disobey him. But he'll easily be able to tell, with Kevin my emotions are laid out on the table. If he knew that I went against his orders, I'd surely face punishment.
Just at that thought I moaned and laid my head on my desk, trying my best to control my raging hormones. I didn't know how much longer I could hold off but I had to. I HAD to. If I wanted to please him, I had to. Groaning, I lifted my head. I took a deep breath and exhaled. My sensitive nipples rubbed against my silk shirt and I moaned. My nights with Kevin always had me like this. He was like a drug and I was suffering from major withdrawal right now. I shifted in my seat and looked at the computer screen. Determined to please my Master, I commenced typing. Though I wanted to give in, I knew that the consequences would be severe so work would have to distract me.
Later that night, I arrived home and prepared for a shower. Stripping in the bathroom, I was so close to stepping in the shower when I heard my phone ring. I ran back into my bedroom and saw it was Kevin. I immediately answered and he issued his directions.
"Come to me now, as you are. Don't keep me waiting." Then he hung up.
My heart raced rapidly. I felt the pulse in my fingertips and toes. I looked down at myself and groaned. I was only wearing my black slip and nothing else. How could I possibly go outside like this? I couldn't. Could I? Then I thought about my time limit. Kevin wasn't exactly keen on lateness and I always had a small window when traveling from my house to his since we didn't live too far apart. I swallowed and looked at myself once again before grabbing my keys with shaky hands. Once out the door, I trotted to my car and got in. Even though it was dark out, my neighbors could be relatively nosey. Driving off, I noticed that my nipples were hard and rubbing against the soft material of my slip. I bit my lip as I felt wetness pool between my legs. Even though I was embarrassed I was very much excited.
The drive to Kevin's house didn't take long. I walked towards his door and let myself in. Kneeling in the foyer, I faced the doorway and waited for my Master to walk through. I must have been there for a long time because my knees were getting sore but soon he walked through the door. I couldn't see the expression on his face since my eyes were downcast, looking at my crossed hands in my lap but I heard his moan of approval and I knew it was at my obedience more than my outfit.
He walked around me without acknowledging my existence. He was gone for a few minutes then he returned and I felt a collar being wrapped around my neck. I knew what this meant. Tonight I would be tied up and pushed to my limits. I shuddered but showed no other signs of excitement. He walked around and stood in front of me. Then his voice cut into the silence.
"Look at me."
I raised my head and looked him straight in his blue eyes like he always wanted me to.
"Are you ready for our night, slut?"
"Yes, Master."
"I put that collar around your neck, do you know why?"
"Yes. It's because I'm a slut and I should be collared to show my obedience and how much of a fuck slut I am."
He smirked and crouched down before me. "Tonight we are going to try something a little different. Do you trust me?"
"Yes Master, always." I couldn't help to be curious about why he'd asked that but I knew that I'd find out when the time was right.
"Good girl. You may stand. Now go to the room, strip and kneel like I've shown you to do."
I stood on wobbly legs and thanked him before walking up the stairs to the room. It was a guest bedroom that was turned into Dom/sub bedroom months ago. Chains hung from the ceiling and floor in the middle of the room and a bench was off to the far right. I walked toward it and slid out of the slip, mindful of the need that was calling for me to appease it. Climbing onto the padded bench, I kneeled facing away from the door; face down with my ass in the air. The cool air caressed my hot pussy and I fought back a moan, not wanting my Master to know that I was enjoying this.
A while later, I felt a hand on my lower back and I almost moaned from the contact. But when I felt a finger thrust into my soaking pussy, I cried out into the bench. I didn't move, I couldn't, not without permission. He pulled his finger out and replaced it with two, then three. Another finger came down and flicked my clit. I groaned but held still. Mindful of the hand caressing my back and the fingers playing with my pussy I wondered how all of it was possible but at the same time I didn't care. My cunt was finally being pleasured after such a long day of being on edge.
The hand traveled up my back and around to my breast and tweaked my nipples. At the same time, the fingers in my pussy began to move faster and faster. I felt my body begin to tremble as the pent up orgasm began to roll through me. Then suddenly, the hands disappeared and I felt such a sense of longing and emptiness that I whimpered desperately. I was so close. I could feel it but I knew that my Master would take care of me.
"Look at me." He ordered once again.
I raised my head and saw him smiling down at me. Happiness spread through me but it was quickly replaced by nervousness as I sensed someone standing behind me. I began to turn my head but Master grabbed my hair and turned me back around.
"Did I tell you that you can move, slut?"
"No, Master." I whispered.
"Where should your eyes be?"
"On yours, Master."
When I looked back into his eyes, I could see the anger and lust within them. I shook with excitement when he roughly let my hair go, straightening it back out again.
"You're such a good slut, don't disappoint me. Lay on the bench in 'ready' position."
With that, I carried out his orders. I laid on my back horizontally across the bench. My legs were spread wide, hips on the edge, arms spread to the sides and my head hanging over the edge. Just then, I saw a man standing at the foot of the bench. His grey eyes seemed to bore into me, taking in every detail of my desire deprived body. He was an inch or so shorter than Kevin but he had the same build. He was very handsome, in a rugged way with shoulder length black hair. I saw the handcuffs in his hands and I knew that he was here for more than watching. My heart rate sped up again as I realized that he was the one who finger fucked me. My nipples hardened even more at that thought and he grinned at my reaction. He took the fingers that were in my pussy and brought them to his lips. His tongue flicked out and he moaned when he tasted my juices. I whimpered at the sight, wishing he was between my legs licking my pussy instead. He smiled and winked. He knew I wanted him even though I was trying to ignore it.
"Slut, this is Ron. He's a beginning Dom and he wants to learn more about D/s, so we are going to help him. You may greet him."
"Hello, Ron. I'm fuck slut. I'm here to serve."
Ron's face brightened up with a beautiful smile. Master walked next to him and nodded. They both commenced cuffing me to the bench, connecting the leather cuffs to chains attached to the bench. I laid still.
Once they were done, they stood back and admired their handy work. Ron spoke up.
"Beautiful."
"She is isn't she?" Master responded.
I didn't say anything. I just watched these two gorgeous men watching me and I slipped further into submissive mode. I could feel my juices slipping from my pussy down to the bench. Master followed the track of liquid and he smiled.
"You're enjoying this, aren't you slut?"
"Yes, Master. Very much so."
"Good. There's more, much more."
I shuddered and gritted my teeth, not wanting to make a sound. Master rounded the bench again and he lifted my head and wrapped a silk scarf around me. My other senses were at an all time high now. I could smell the essence of my pussy in the air. I could hear my ragged breathing. I could feel someone moving around the bench hovering over me before they sucked my nipple into their mouth. I arched my back and moaned as they sucked and bit my nipple to full erection.
Then suddenly, pain so sharp engulfed my breast and I cried out, pulling on the handcuffs. At the same time another mouth came down and sucked on my clit while a mouth came down on my other nipple. They pulled it deep into their mouth and nibbled on it sending pleasure bursting throughout my body. I gasped and writhed as much as I could, wishing that my ankles weren't cuffed to the bench. Then suddenly pain shot through me again from my clit and my right nipple. The pleasure and pain was a bit too much and I felt so close to cumming.
