Melissa Larson was sitting at her desk reviewing patient files when there was a notification on her cell. The chime cut through the silence as she buried herself in the paperwork. Melissa looked at the message, "Good Morning!" but didn't recognize the number and it appeared to be the first exchange between the two.
She sat the phone down on her desk and picked up the file and leaned back in her executive task chair.
The phone chimed again. Now a little annoyed, she picked it up to mute the chime when she looked at the screen. There on her iPhone was a screen capture of a video. The small icon was too small to make out but it piqued her interest. She hesitated only for a moment before she slid her thumb over the icon and watched the screen fill with an image of herself sprawled across a desk, her face recognizable, as a man plunged his cock in and out.
She quickly turned down the audio so that Lynn, her admin outside the office, would not hear. As she watched the cock pounding away, she was entranced with the sounds and audio over the phone...
"So, what were you saying earlier? Not for sale? You're not for sale. Well, I believe you are slut. I've bought you. Maybe the most expensive pussy I ever bought but I bought you. You're my little whore. My little slut... aren't you?" the voice was saying.
Melissa knew it was a video of Wayne Simpson taking her in his study. That night at the Gala when he made her the deal that set her new life in motion. She would be his willing sex slave for Simpson's $12.5 million grant to her husband's clinic. Blackmail? Business proposition?
Initially, she despised him for it, but as his cock stretched her tight pussy, the rage she felt turned into desire. Not a passion for the man, but rather, she felt pleasure she had not felt in years with David - her husband.
Melissa watched and listened to the video.
"You're my little whore. My little slut... aren't you?" Simpson had growled. "Yes," she grunted as he pounded his large cock into her pussy.
"Yes what... tell me what you are..." he demanded.
"I'm your slut... your whore," she moaned. Melissa remembered the feeling she had at that very moment! She had never felt like that...ever. She had felt a warm rush over her body as her legs shook. She knew the feeling but it was a feeling she created when she played with herself. She couldn't recall ever cumming like that with David but she came hard with Wayne Simpson.
"I'm cumming... you're making me cum..."
"That's right, cum slut. Show me what a fucking slut you can be. Cum! I want you to cum!"
The video ended. Melissa sat stunned. She had no idea that moment had been captured on video. She supposed there was a camera on the bookcase she had been facing. Her thumb slid down to the delete on the screen. She held it there before she sat the phone down and walked over and closed the door to her office.
Once shut, she walked back over, slumped down in her chair and played the video again. After it ended, she looked at the number at the top and then the text. It simply read, "Good Morning!"
"What is it you want?" Melissa typed back.
"Be at my office at 4:30pm," Wayne shot back.
"Can't, I have appointments this afternoon," Melissa responded.
"Cancel them," he directed.
Melissa texted back, "Can't cancel" and waited for a response. Simpson didn't respond. She started to delete the video again, but something prevented it as she found herself watching it again...and again.
"Lynn, my last two appointments... 2:30 and 4:00. Can you move them to later in the week? I'm not feeling well and may go home early."
"Sure, anything I can get for you?" the administrative assistant asked.
"No, something just came over me. I think I'll go home and rest."
But resting was the last thing on her mind. She knew Simpson wasn't calling her to his office to chat. Before Wayne Simpson had taken her in his study, Melissa had only had sex with her husband David and a guy she dated in college. Since that night, she had the encounter at The Studio with the city councilman, Jannette his legal secretary, and a black security guard that worked the building.
Jannette had introduced her not only to the ways of female love but bondage and discipline. That Saturday she realized something she never really knew about herself - she was a true submissive! Melissa was one of the most successful psychologists in her field. A sought-after speaker and a bestselling author but she had discovered a dark side of herself... or rather Jannette had exposed it.
A few minutes later, she walked outside to her administrative assistant. "Were you able to move them?"
"Yes, I have both down for Friday afternoon," she replied. Melissa typically used Friday afternoons to catch up. "You know, you do look a little flushed," Lynn said softly.
"I'm sure it's nothing. I'll see you in the morning," Melissa smiled as she turned to walk out.
Melissa sometimes used her lunch hour to work out down at the gym and today was no exception as she headed to the YMCA where she was a member. She spent a couple of hours working out before she hit the pool to get in her laps. At 39, she still had the body of a twenty-year-old but she worked at it. Outside of her wine, she stayed away from starches, sodas, and sugar.
Later, she stood under the shower head letting the water pelt her soft skin. Images of what she had seen on her phone just hours ago played in her head. Simpson had made her strip in his office and play with herself. It was such a simple act but something she had never even done in front of her husband.