"Oh, one thing before you go," Cassie said.
Tony stopped at the door and waited.
"Can you put the word out to the front? I have a friend coming in."
"Sure. No worries. I can do that."
He closed the door behind him and Cassie smiled to herself. It wasn't the sight of her in the white latex dress that had the huge man rattled, nor was it the fact that it barely covered her crotch. No, he had seen the stool she was sitting on. Cassie leaned forwards, pressing her waxed pussy against the quilted black leather seat. She enjoyed the way that the latex enfolded her body, lifting and shaping her. Looking down at her front, she noticed the two prominent peaks of her nipples pressing through the slick white surface, showing that she had clearly dispensed with underwear.
Reaching down, she traced the contours of the stool beneath her legs, running her hand over the hard, black surface sculpted in the shape of a kneeling woman. She hesitated over the shiny black orbs of the figure's breasts before plucking at the nipples. Unlike the rest of the stool's surface, this area was soft and yielding. She caught the nipple between thumb and finger, squeezing hard. Cassie was rewarded with the sensation of a soft, wet extrusion snaking out from between the folds of the leather seat and burying itself inside her. Cassie sighed with delight.
"Good," Cassie cooed, shifting her position slightly to allow the hungry tongue to explore more deeply inside her.
"A very wise woman told me something once," Cassie continued. "It doesn't matter how smart you are, or how witty or how good looking. When you've been turned into furniture, there comes a point that you just start thinking like furniture. All you're doing is waiting to be used."
In response, the tongue began to lap against her slit, the tip seeking out Cassie's clitoris, playing with the white gold ring threaded through Cassie's swollen nub. Cassie squirmed, enjoying the way the tongue began to toy with her piercing. In response, she began to grind her crotch against the leather, letting the white latex dress ride up over her bottom. She took her time, confident that she wouldn't be disturbed: Tony would see to that. She had all the time she wanted to extract pleasure from the eager tongue that emerged from the stool.
Cassie felt the tip burrow into her vagina again and she quivered in response. The tongue was still eager, even though Cassie had been enjoying its ministrations since before Tony had interrupted. She had already been balancing on the edge of orgasm, pulling herself up to avoid climaxing, and then pressing herself back down again, ready to be brought back to the edge.
Cassie tapped the screen of her phone, adjusting a control, and the tongue started to writhe inside her.
"I can make this as easy or as hard as I like," Cassie laughed, enjoying the desperate motions of the soft, warm protrusion buried in her crotch. The tongue was lapping at her lips now, darting up to thrust its moist pink tip against her clit.
"Are you going to be a good girl for me?" Cassie teased, "Are you going to do a good job?"
In answer, the tongue began to brush forcefully against Cassie's clit. Cassie closed her eyes, concentrating on the shivers of pleasure coursing through her body. She spread her legs wide to press fully down onto the leather. The tongue responded by licking along the length of her slit and worming its way back inside her.
"If you give me what I want, I promise I'll let you cum. All you have to do is show me how much you want it."
Cassie felt the tremors of her approaching orgasm. She concentrated on the tongue, on what it was doing to her. She opened her eyes and stroked the phone screen with a finger. Buried inside her helpless victim, the vibrator was now at maximum.
"Don't cum. You'll be punished if you cum before you finish me."
Silently, Cassie bit her lip, her fingers tracing over the slick white surface of her dress, grasping her own nipples and tweaking. She was so tender now that the touch of her fingers sent bolts of pleasure directly into her clitoris. The soft, wet appendage emerged from inside her and thrust itself against her clit ring. It was enough: Cassie tumbled over the edge into orgasm.
She contracted powerfully, feeling herself shudder around the feverish tongue. She brought her knees together involuntarily, naked from the waist down, her hands seizing the edge of the desk momentarily to steady herself, but the tongue didn't relent. Cassie felt herself cresting again, her hands now cupping her own breasts, luxuriating in the feel of herself beneath the shiny white surface. The tongue was tiring and Cassie rode it for a few moments longer before pulling up and getting off the seat.
She looked down at the stool, watching the way the pink appendage writhed now, questing for the taste of Cassie's pussy. Cassie reached over to the phone and turned the control all the way down.
"Only two orgasms," Cassie murmured, "Not good enough."
She poked the tongue with a finger, pressing it down.
"That's right, back in your hole. No more pussy for you."
Cassie pressed the tongue back down deep into the leather upholstery. She felt lips lock around her fingertip, sucking powerfully.
"Oh dear, have I left you desperate? Never mind, there's always next time. Shush now, time to turn back into furniture."
Cassie withdrew her finger and took a tissue from a box on the desk. She mopped up the puddle of her own juices on the leather padding and dropped the tissue into the waste basket. Pulling down her dress to cover her bottom again, Cassie stepped into a pair of high heels that she'd placed beside the stool and then checked how she looked in the full-length mirror.
Looking back at her was a woman in her late thirties, dyed blonde hair cut in an expensive style, her hard-body figure shown off by the tight white latex dress she wore. Cassie admired her toned legs and the way her rear was shaped into a delectable pillow by the shiny material. Not bad for a mother of two, she admitted to herself. Her eyes shone with something more that the afterglow of the incredible orgasm from the captive she had imprisoned within the stool. She was a woman who finally, absolutely, was where she wanted to be.
Still, an element of her past was about to catch up with her. What would Aidan think of her new life? Cassie appraised her reflection again and strutted into the extensive boudoir just off from the main office. It still felt strange, raiding another woman's clothing, but Syn was in no position to argue: she would be staying inside the stool until Cassie decided to release her.
Cassie selected a longer dress and slipped it on over the latex. She liked the way it made her look, still relishing the sensation of the slick material secretly hugging her body beneath. On her way out she examined her phone for a moment. Smiling, she turned the vibrator up a notch.
"Time for me to do the rounds," she announced, "Don't go anywhere until I get back. If you need anything, just squeeze. I'll be watching the app."
At the door, Cassie paused. The office was still and quiet. The elaborately-sculpted stool was still now, belying the woman trapped inside at Cassie's mercy. She stepped into the corridor and closed the door behind her, leaving her victim to simmer in her own juices until Cassie returned.
Downstairs, she met Tony at the back door. The supplier was moving boxes of wine from the truck outside into the storage area behind the bar. Cassie smiled to herself, taking her phone out of her pocket. If Syn was struggling to cope, the thin blue line on the screen didn't betray her. The graph was still showing the spikes from Syn's aroused state earlier, but that was now trailing off the screen. If she was in need of assistance, she would use her vaginal muscles to create a pattern. It was the only mode of communication Cassie had left her tortured victim with: reducing her to a sequence of spikes on her phone screen. She watched the previous activity scroll away. Syn had been so close to climax that time; if the vibrator hadn't learned her patterns and slowed itself down, she would have had an explosive orgasm. I love technology, Cassie thought, it takes the drudgery out of things.
She signed off the manifest, leaving Armal to unpack. She liked the young barman's attitude; he was excellent with the customers and now that she'd given him authorisation to select the wines, he'd proved himself to be somewhat of a sommelier. Cassie smiled at him. It was one of a number of changes she'd brought about at the Lost and Found since she had become more involved with its operation.
Yes, Syn had been more than happy when Cassie had shown an interest in helping her run the club. The cruel, indifferent domme had turned out to be unexpectedly open to new ideas. Cassie suspected that she had welcomed another pair of hands to take charge, relieving Syn from the sole burden.
Privately, also, Cassie had found her to be unexpectedly tender and considerate. Their lives had meshed together easily, Syn living in her penthouse apartment and Cassie in her house in the suburbs. When her boys were with Damian, she often spent the rest of the week with Syn. It was convenient for her office in the city, but there was more to it than that; it was amazing to have Syn to wake up next to. After all those years of sleeping with her husband, Cassie hadn't expected to have transitioned so naturally to sleeping with a woman. But it wasn't all women, it was only Syn; there was something about it that just felt right.
