奥の細道 (Oku no Hosomichi)

Redolent of Matsuo Basho's haiku narrative of his journey on a "narrow path to the interior" this will be a journey through my innermost ruminations.

Happy Birthday to Me
Posted:Nov 19, 2016 1:34 pm
Last Updated:Oct 11, 2023 10:11 pm
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I don't particularly like celebrating birthdays. I don't consider getting older much of an accomplishment.
However, I do appreciate an ingenious celebration. I appreciate it all the more if I come up with it myself.
In this case, my ingenious celebration was serendipitous. She had four evenings free. I chose the one that was free until the next morning. It happened to fall on the day before my birthday.
I reserved the most luxurious suite in the finest B&B near where she lives, preceded by dinner at the finest French restaurant. (I had planned on making her strip off her panties at the table so I could play with her pussy, but what they called a booth was just a tad too exposed to pull that off (no pun intended). I have seen a lot, but I have never seen a woman cum with such gusto from so many different ways of being fucked so many times by one man in one night, and her submissiveness was beyond belief. I think we managed about three hours of actual sleep. Why some younger man has not made a serious move on her is beyond me, but I am damn glad that hasn't happened.

It's enough to make me look forward to the next eighty years.

I got home about 1 p.m., in plenty of time for tonight's birthday party. Now all I have to do is stay awake. lol

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Happiness
Posted:Aug 1, 2016 4:13 am
Last Updated:Nov 21, 2016 12:18 pm
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That thing you recognize in that instant just before it hits the water.
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Trust and Faithfulness... an Alternate View
Posted:May 20, 2016 9:12 am
Last Updated:Oct 11, 2023 10:14 pm
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I originally posted this as a comment on someone else's blog, but it seemed so much like a credo I thought I would post it here and see what kind of reaction it would generate.

Words like "trust" or "faithful" are problematic for me. People think they can be applied objectively. I don't think so. I think trust is influenced by and depends on circumstances. It is transactional. I think faithfulness is a myth. In the first place it is in conflict with genetic programming. All humans are subject to yielding to temptation. Some devise ways to resist it. Most fail. Some resist it selectively. Most of them succeed. Loyalty is more reliable. Both faithfulness and loyalty are somewhat transactional, but people are inclined to recognize loyalty's transactional nature but not faithfulness's.

Additionally, trust, faithfulness and loyalty, like love and friendship, are subject to the erosive influence of time. Circumstances change over time. Highly emotional states, such as love, do not continue forever unchanged. They may endure, but they change. That change should be taken into account. Judgmental people often are not capable of adjusting to changed circumstances. They think commitments are carved in stone. I prefer flexible people. They're sometimes hard to live with, but they recognize that an important aspect of intelligence is the ability to recognize and adapt to changed circumstances.

In my profession we rely more on self interest. Individuals, groups, nations even, can more safely be trusted if their self interest is involved, assuming they can be relied on to act rationally. Even trust based on self interest, however, must recognize that self interest can change as circumstances change. That's why most treaties, contracts and even laws or constitutions have provisions for amendment or expiration. In the case of a drunk, rational action is problematic, even unlikely. The temptation is too strong and the will is too weak. The addiction impedes rational, self-interested behavior. An egomaniac cannot be trusted to act rationally. They are often unable to distinguish between self interest and ego and expect always to be forgiven or to be able to cover up their unreliability.

"I have sworn on the altar of God eternal hostility to every form of tyranny over the mind of man."

__ Thomas Jefferson
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The Degradation of the Queen
Posted:Jun 27, 2015 9:29 pm
Last Updated:Oct 11, 2023 10:33 pm
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Over the past month I have enjoyed the company of a lovely, delightful submissive woman at my cabin in Virginia. She had never engaged in creating fantasy scenarios, so I decided to introduce her to the practice. I have tried to capture the result in the following poem, which took me about 30 minutes to scribble out, and much less than that to visualize before she came. I tried to keep the rhyme and meter right. Let me know if you have any suggestions for improvements:

Whose cunt that is we cannot say,
Her face, for shame, is turned away,
Cunt-lips fully opened, splayed,
Spread wide... wanton, on parade!

He pulls the leash down through the crack,
Of her sweet asscheeks, down her back,
Then through her legs and up the front,
It carves its path into her cunt.

She writhes and moans and twists her hips,
She pants and whimpers, parts her lips,
The leather pressed against her clit,
She tugs the leash to help it fit.

“The Queen!” they say, “how can it be?”
But it is her, for all to see,
He's brought her here, the public square,
To show she's lost, in deep despair.

Her eyes were open, now closed tight,
But her mind still sees the sight,
Kneeling naked in a crowd,
“She whores for him!" shamed, not proud.

Once the ruler of this land,
Her city conquered, in his hand,
Her body his, and worse the luck,
She's now his , his "cunt" to fuck,

To suck his cock, lick him clean,
Taste his cum, his to demean,
"Use your tongue, let them all see,
What price paid to keep them free."

Forced to show that she's his ,
Let him fuck her ass and more,
Spread her legs, if he desires,
Display herself before her squires,

Undermine their loyalty,
To her claim of Royalty
Show her total subjugation,
To his will, his domination.

He pries the leash out of her slit,
Wet and soaked by her bruised clit
He lifts the strap, strikes her breast,
She cries in pain, quite distressed.

She looks up, exhales, and then,
Holds it to be struck again,
He strikes once more, lets the tip,
Touch her lips... she kisses it.

They all gasp to see their queen,
So harshly used, so demeaned,
But then sneer as if to say,
Better her, then that we pay.

Loyalty is hard to own,
By royalty that's overthrown,
He who holds the whip is king,
Yield to him, or feel its sting.

So each day the queen is brought,
On display, to feel the knot,
Of her new master's massive dick
In her mouth, to suck and lick.

And her people stare and fawn,
On their new king, and his spawn,
While they watch as she is used,
Naked, humbled, fucked, abused.

Will her torture never end?
Or is she to be condemned,
To be his slave until she can,
Never be a Queen again?

The poem does not fully capture the entire sweep of the story, or the way it was re-enacted, but it is largely faithful to it. The setting was mainly on the deck that surrounds my mountain cabin in Virginia on three sides. I call it a cabin, but it is actually three stories tall if you count the sleeping loft and the English basement. With its steep chalet roof, if you use your imagination, it could be a castle. There are photographs a few pages further down. It towers a bit over the small lawn, although the surrounding trees in turn tower over the cabin. The deck looks somewhat like a castle terrace and overlooks a lake which looks somewhat like a castle moat. The whole scene is enshrouded in forest, giving it total privacy. The lawn below is peopled by the queen's imaginary subjects, who watch as she submits to being used, displayed naked, debauched and degraded by the conquering barbarian general in return for his promise not to make her people suffer. The irony is that the general has no intention of making her people suffer. He needs her city, its port and her talented merchants, educated scribes and scholars and its seamen to manage his empire and carry the goods that they produce and his armies and the slaves that his armies capture in order to further expand his empire. Her submission costs him nothing. It provides him with the pleasure of dominating and enjoying her complete submission and degradation, while it costs her everything. It is good to be the king (apologies to Mel Brooks ).

I hardly ever attempt poetry. Having tried it, I find I cannot keep myself from repeatedly revising it. It seems never to be good enough. I don't know how poets ever stop re-writing long enough to publish. Probably they can because they're so much better at writing it than I am.

I should mention that I welcome submissive women or potential slaves who think they might enjoy a few days of nudity and sexual domination combined with a parade of varied sexual experiences to join me for a few days, or longer, at my secluded little hideaway. You know how to reach me if you'd like to explore the possibilities. Surprisingly, I'm 40 minutes from Dulles International Airport, and I offer my own personal limo service.

Hope you enjoy the poem. I certainly enjoyed all the fun associated with it.

dreamcatcher
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Ass Fucked
Posted:Jun 27, 2015 5:57 pm
Last Updated:Oct 11, 2023 10:40 pm
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Your wrists are bound together and tied to the flat railing of the deck. Your lovely breasts press down on the railing the nipples visible on either side, cruel clover clamps attached to them, chains extending from them and wrapped around the railing, further holding you in place. Your pussy is pressed hard against the rounded end of the railing, your feet spread, each ankle securely tied so that they cannot move. Your ass sticks up invitingly. As you turn your head you can see the canopy of a dogwood tree in full bloom shielding you from the sun. In the distance the sun gleams from the surface of a lake. You blink your eyes. Suddenly, every nerve tenses. You feel my index finger probe your puckered asshole, pushing its way stubbornly against the instinctive tightening of your sphincter. You relax, wanting to feel it inside you. Another probe, larger, like a steel projectile encased in velvet, presses into your pussy. It slides in easily. You know you are wet and ready for it. You try to press back, to rise up onto your toes, to let the intruder know that it is welcome. It sinks deep inside your eager pussy with a single stroke. You bite your lower lip and choke off a cry as you feel it strike bottom. You know this is only the first step, that the intruder only seeks moisture, a lubricant before it withdraws and forces a passage into the dark, secret channel of your quivering ass.

... This is the first paragraph of what will become the chronicle of your journey into either paradise or purgatory, perhaps both. You will determine if there will be a second and a third with your response. You may even determine what those paragraphs will say if your response is imaginative enough.

dreamcatcher__

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Missing Her
Posted:Feb 28, 2013 9:57 am
Last Updated:Oct 12, 2017 8:32 am
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From time to time I have put up posts on my blog and in the magazine No Way Out Belle de Jour Jenny based on my collaboration with a delightful young woman I met here who is no longer on alt. Her latest response blew me away. Here is my email to her, and her answer:

Hi Jenny,

How's my girl?

Wish I had you with me now in my cabin. Looks like an ice storm is on the way, but temperatures are going to recover quickly tomorrow, and I would love to be sitting in front of the fire and have your sweet little naked body laying across my lap, your round asscheeks over my knee begging to be spanked, your lovely pussy peeking out between them aching to be fondled as you feel your pussy juices begin to flow and spread your legs hoping my fingers will find the delightful little vaginal crevice after each slap.

I can picture you sliding off of my lap and kneeling before me in front of the fire, smiling mischievously as you free my rock-hard cock from my trousers, your tongue sliding across your parted lips, wetting them before you lower them to engulf my cockhead and suck it deep into your soft, wet mouth as your tongue slides around it and makes it throb and thrust as you slice the tip of your tongue into its tiny crevice and draw the first liquid pre-cum from it.

I'd much rather be doing that, than what I'm doing, which is listening to Ben Bernanke talk about sovereign debt.

Miss you. Stay warm and enjoy your woods.

Lots of kisses all over your sweet, lovely, delectable little body.

Jack

Good Morning!

Yes yes yes the perfect way to spend a day at the cabin

maybe make a film or two, mmm licking and swallowing your cock then licking more and more as you fill me over and over yes!

then taking the butt plug the one that looks like a tail, offering it to my lips to take in to wet, before you slide it into my wanting ass, slowly sliding it in, taking the time to spank me as it glides deeper n deeper, taking my wrists tying the satin straps around my wrists, pausing as you stop to lick my nipples know that soon they will be clamped for our pleasure, leading me across the room , stumbling in the tall tall heels, we slow, you smile and your lips come to mine as we slowly enjoy each other, your hands rubbing my ass tugging a bit at my tail, smiling you kiss me again

then lead me to the hook in the corner, there on the ceiling, you lift my tied wrists, slide the satin restraints over the hook, then suddenly the hook begins to rise, you smile as you hold the remote, lifting lifting straining on my toes, hanging before you, smiling you take the egg, your hand rubs my wet pussy, mmmm knowing I want to be fucked!!!!, you slide the egg in, mmmm omg ass n pussy filled and you smile again as you hold the remote

you notice my eyes and say yes, your reward eventually will be my thick throbbing cock, but till then we will concentrate on you and what you can take, then there is a evil laugh

Interview tomorrow at the unemployment place with the tree farm, if the weather breaks work will begin the first Monday in April

so that makes today a crazy day with the buses and such, need to pick up some food stuff and cleaning supplies for the weekend today, just do not know how long tomorrow will take. We meet at 11:30am, last year it took about 2-2.5 hours, paperwork stuff and the lady needs to read a lot of required things about the job and such.

weather here, supposed to be sunny the next 4 days once we get past this dreary Thursday

while I am at wal mart need to pick up a few things including some duct tape, someone has mentioned taking a few drinks play with myself for a bit wear a thong,, clamp my tits then self-tie myself with the tape, she said it made her feel real sexy and like a in a way, before she started she put a toy in her ass and pussy then with her free hand filled her mouth with a big dildo till she was sufficiently tied and with her free hand worked herself into orgasmic orbit!

might be fun?

hope you are having a great day

world baseball classic soon and our tigers plow along through spring

need to send

time is short here in the library

jenny

How can I not love a girl like this? Now I have to think of a reply.
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Polyamorous
Posted:Feb 5, 2013 5:27 am
Last Updated:Nov 23, 2019 1:19 pm
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More than 60 years ago, F. Scott Fitzgerald saw “the ability to hold two opposing ideas in mind at the same time and still retain the ability to function” as the sign of a truly intelligent individual. In America we have come to see loving more than one person at a time as the embodiment of holding two such opposed views. This is, in my view, at least partially an offshoot of the development of democracy, partially a result of the triumph of the female desire for security and the need to protect her nest and her offspring, and partially a failure of Americans to realize that there are various models for male-female relations in the world, and monogamy is only one of them.

It would be foolish to try to build a life with an American woman based on a Chinese or Asian view of male-female relations. The field of prospective candidates for such a relationship is too small. However, that does not mean that this model is superior, only that the level of frustration would be quite high were you to try to practice it in America. In most of the world, however, variations of this practice work quite well.

I contend this is the case because the American practice fails to take into account the very real differences regarding monogamy between males and females. While the female is naturally monogamous, the male in almost every species is polygamous. He is built this way by nature. The biggest, strongest, smartest male of the species is the one who through Darwin's process of natural selection plants his semen in the greatest number of the most desirable females and thereby ensures the strengthening and survival of the species.

What we do in America is ensure that the best genes are diluted by limiting their distribution. We compensate for it by constantly expanding the gene pool through immigration, but that only provides a fresh strain, not a superior one. Is this a great country, or what?

P.S. The Asian nations, to pick the most obvious group likely to compete with America for world leadership, also engage in other practices which we would do well to study. We do endless numbers of things which hamper our development. I only comment on Polyamory here because it fits the focus of this site.
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Belle de Jour 13 is up in the magazine
Posted:Oct 4, 2012 10:41 am
Last Updated:Jul 16, 2013 9:36 pm
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The latest chapter of what some of my female readers have found to be the deliciously humiliating erotic misadventures my kitten, Nicole, has now appeared in the erotic stories section of the alt magazine. You can reach it at this link [group_post 586117] or you can read chapters 11-13 in the 2 posts on my blog Belle de Jour 11 13 now on my blog [post 939675]. I expect to keep this story going for a while, if I can continue to find the time and inspiration. The latter comes from the women I have met here and in neighborhood of my idyllic mountain hideaway in the Blue Ridge mountains of Northern Virginia, near the confluence of the Potomac and Shenandoah Rivers where, with the assistance of one of my kittens (see photo above and the Livin39 is Easy updated 912 and others on this blog page, I have been trying to create a replica of my favorite Japanese garden. My kitten is not always available, however, and she is no longer free to engage in all of the kinds of erotic play I enjoy, so if, after reading my profile in the post at the bottom of this page, you think you would like to take her place , leave me a note in the "private messages" mailbox above Private Messages or send me an email.
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Belle de Jour 11 - 13 now on my blog
Posted:Oct 3, 2012 5:36 am
Last Updated:Dec 20, 2020 8:47 am
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Here are the three most-recent segments of Belle de Jour that I just posted in the erotic stories section of the alt. magazine. Leave me a note and let me know what you think. Enjoy!

Your husband David slides into the cab next to you and tells the driver your address. You place your hand on his thigh and lean in to kiss him. His response is cool.

“What was that all about? he asks.

“Just taking care of business.”

“No, I mean why were you so late getting to the bar after dinner. Your secretary was all over me.”

“She just had a little too much to drink. Besides, I she’s always had a crush on my handsome husband. You’re so adorable.”

David laughs as you move your hand to his lap and give his cock a squeeze through his trousers. You remember Cindy’s threat to make you kneel naked in your own bedroom with your fingers in your pussy while you watch David fucking her. You want to tell David to pull your skirt up and finger fuck you, but you don’t and he doesn’t. Instead you have to be satisfied with leaning your head on his shoulder and cuddling. He takes your hand off of his cock and holds it in his on his lap. You utter a sulky protesting growl and try to free your hand so you can squeeze his cock again, but he holds your hand firmly. You can’t help comparing the way he treats you to the way I do. You know that if you were in the cab with me now, I’d have your panties in my pocket and you on your knees between my legs with my cock in your mouth.

You lean toward his ear and whisper “David, I want your cock in my mouth.”

David pulls back and stares at you like you’ve lost your mind. He glances at the back of the driver’s head and then back at you and raises his eyebrows. “Never mind the driver,” you whisper. “I want to suck your cock now.”

David looks at you like you’re insane. You pull away from him and sit against the door.

All you can think about is how Atwater made you bend over that trashcan in the alley behind the restaurant while Cindy was trying to seduce your husband. You want David to take you and wipe out the memory of the way you let Atwater shove his cock into your ass. Even now you can feel his semen leaking out of your ass and you hope that the tampon you shoved into your anus in the ladies room afterward is soaking it up so it won’t show when you get out of the cab.

In the elevator going up to your apartment, you try again to press yourself up against David and grip his cock as you French kiss him. This time he responds by kissing you back and holding you close, but he doesn’t pull your skirt up and your panties down and grab your ass and pull your mons tight against his cock the way you wish he would. You feel your pussy start to pulse. Atwater fucked your ass brutally, but, though he made you strip and take his cock in your cunt in the subway car, he barely fucked your pussy at all. You desperately want to feel David’s cock in your pussy. You drop to your knees, unzip his fly and pull his cock out. You clamp your lips on his cock and look up impishly into his eyes as you suck him hard. David stares at you for a moment in stunned silence as your lips pull on his cock, then he looks nervously at the panel on the elevator as it ticks off each passing floor.

“Jesus, Nicole, what if somebody gets on the elevator?”

You pull your lips away from David’s cock.

“I guess I’ll just have to suck him off too, won’t I?”

You can’t believe the shocked look on your husband’s face, but you don’t care. After what you have been through tonight, you need his cock badly.

When you get into the apartment, you wish you could undress with David in the bathroom and join him in the shower, but your nipples are visibly raw from the way the rosettes Atwater forced onto them tore them up, and his semen is leaking out of your ass and pussy so profusely now that you’re afraid David will notice, so you wait until he finishes showering.

When you emerge from the shower, David lies on his back sound asleep. You run your hands down his chest and stomach to his crotch. You notice how smooth and unblemished his skin is compared to the way mine is scarred. You wonder why you never asked me about the scars. You feel his arms and thighs. They are well muscled, but not tough and sinewed, like mine. Naked and frustrated, you stare at him for a moment. You wonder what I would do to you if I had you alone now. You remember the degrading slave kiss I taught you and feel your body shiver involuntarily, but instead of revulsion, you feel a profound longing for the deep sense of humiliation you felt then. You place a pillow on the bed next to David’s hip. You touch David’s lovely cock, and exhale slowly. Then you bend down and kiss it, languorously, lovingly. You kneel between his legs and place one of his legs on each of your shoulders and lean forward, forcing his legs against his chest. When his hips rise off the bed, you slide the pillow under them and let his legs fall back into place. His hips are now raised nicely. You smile and kneel between David’s legs and suck on his cock until it begins to stiffen nicely. When his cock is hard, you pull his asscheeks apart and press your face between them. Your tongue touches his beautifully puckered anal star. You feel a frisson of humiliation, and begin to salivate. God, this is sooooo nasty. You lick your lips hungrily and part his anal opening with your thumbs. You smile and press your tongue into its narrow crevice. The soft pink interior glistens as you lick it, but you are still frustrated. You need to feel your tongue go deeper. You push your tongue in as deep as it will go and finally feel some of the deep sense of humiliation that you felt so strongly when I first made you perform this act for me. You move your mouth back to David’s cock and alternate between sucking his knob and tonguing his ass. Still you do not feel satisfied. Finally you know what is wrong. You need the feeling of extreme, unadulterated humiliation that you feel when forced to perform this act in front of one or more other people.

You blink back the tears that form in your eyes. You want to be David’s , not mine, but you can’t. You don’t feel the same thrill, the same debasement, that you feel so powerfully when you kneel for me, either to worship my cock, or to perform whatever degrading act I desire, whether on me or on whomever I designate. Slowly, you begin to realize that somehow you need to make David aware of your new urges, and how all-consuming they have become, or he will lose you, and worse, you will lose him. A plan begins to form in your mind, but you know you will need help to implement it.

As your mouth moves from David’s anus to his cock you feel him begin to awaken.

“Damn. Nicole, what are you doing with your tongue?”

“Shhhhh, baby. Just let me take care of you,” you whisper.

You place your lips around his knob and suck, then move your mouth lower and slide your tongue into his slick anal passage. He moans. You feel his hands on your head, and for a moment you are afraid he is going to push you away, but instead he raises his hips and pushes your head, forcing your tongue deeper into his anal cavity. Your body shivers with excitement and you tongue his ass greedily. Then you move your mouth back to the beautiful, engorged knob of his cock. As you suck your hunger to be taken, to be ravished, becomes overwhelming. You can’t control your emotions any longer. You let David’s cock slip momentarily from your lips long enough to whisper, “Oh God, David, I need this lovely cock inside me – any place you want to put it.”

You grab David’s hips and roll him over on top of you. His cock is directly above your mouth. You open your lips and pull him against your face, hard, and his cock drives all the way into your eager mouth to the opening of your throat. You feel him respond, pumping his hips and fucking your mouth fiercely, taking you like the you have become, and you feel tears begin to pool in your eyes. You blink them away as he fucks your mouth with a frenzy you have never experienced from him before. You can feel yourself beginning to gag. You try to fight your gag reflex. You desperately want air. You really want to feel his cock in your pussy, but if this is the way he wants to take you, this is the way you will let yourself be taken, and you pull his asscheeks hard and urge him to fuck your mouth.

Finally your feel that David is taking you the way you know I would. Even though you ache all over from Atwater’s rough sex you don’t want him to stop. You want to taste his cum as it shoots into your mouth.

To your dismay, you feel David begin to pull his cock out of your mouth. You whimper and try to hold him in place, pleading with him with your moans to keep fucking your mouth, but despite your efforts, his cock slips from your lips. Angry now, you roll David back onto his back and mount his crotch, poising your cunt directly above his still-stiff cock. Holding his penis erect with one hand, you fit it into the opening of your vagina and then drive your body down on it, impaling yourself deeply on its glorious stiffness. You moan and begin to move your hips, grinding your pussy against his crotch and feeling his cock fill your aching pussy.

“Oh, God, David, fuck me!”

You bounce on David’s cock, feeling it penetrate deep inside you. Your fingers rub your tiny clitoris, harder and harder, and suddenly you feel David’s cock begin to throb. In an instant you feel your own answering climax, and you scream.

“Oh yes, David! Yes! Yes! Yes!”

You grab his hands and hold them to your nipples. You feel his fingers squeeze them and you moan as the pain shoots through them from the aftermath of the cruel rosettes that Atwater forced you to wear when he abused your poor tender breasts earlier in the evening in your office. You bite your lip and force yourself to endure the pain that shoots from your nipples to the most remote nerve endings in your body. You collapse onto his torso, pressing your breasts against his chest as your lips eagerly seek his. You are panting and trembling like an exhausted thoroughbred, but even as you feel every fiber of your body and mind suffering from the after-effects of the way Atwater cruelly forced you to submit to him, you want David to fuck you again.

As you lie atop David, your breathing slows, and you feel his chest rise and fall and you realize that he has fallen asleep. You continue to lie on him, feeling his cock wilt inside your pussy, until finally you cannot stay there any longer, and you roll off of him and lie with your back to him as your body shakes with your sobs. You so desperately want David to treat you the way I do, to tell him everything, but you know it’s too soon, too sudden. He’s not ready yet. You have to be sure he is able to accept what you have become.

* * *

The next morning you wake up thinking about the punishment your secretary Cindy has planned for you. You dress carefully, sheathing your long, shapely legs in thigh-high stockings. Your bikini panties match your cream-colored bra, which matches the pencil skirt and jacket. Your blouse is a softer, lighter color that compliments your outfit. The four-inch black stilettos with the wrap-around ankle straps accent the curvature of your back and set off your legs. Your husband is still sleeping when you slip out the door of your apartment. You arrive at your office building at 6 a.m.

“About time, Nicole,” Cindy says when you arrive. “Let’s see what you’re wearing. Open your jacket.”

“Yes Mistress,” you respond, seething with resentment at having to address your insolent secretary in this submissive manner.

You open the jacket of the cream-colored business ensemble you picked out, revealing the matching filigreed blouse and pencil skirt that extends just below the knee. “Well?”

“Take the blouse off. Leave it here.”

You unbutton the blouse, and hand it to Cindy, knowing that it will do you no good to protest.

“The bra too,” Cindy says.

You feel your cheeks grow warm, and know you must be blushing, but you unfasten the cream-colored bra and hand it to her.

“Now take off your skirt. Show me your pussy.”

You remove your skirt, and stand before Cindy in your thigh-high stockings and the lacy bikini panties that match your bra. You slide the panties down and step out of them carefully so they don’t get caught on the fashionable black stilettos with the slender straps that wind around your ankles. Then you spread your feet wide apart and arch your back, thrusting your pelvis forward lasciviously as you know Cindy expects. You pull your labia apart as you have been trained to do by my houseboy, so Cindy can see the soft pink interior of your pussy.

Cindy crooks her finger in your direction. “Come here, slut. You know what I want.”

You feel your cunt suddenly begin to grow moist. You move close to Cindy. You reach out and take her hand and place it on your pussy, carefully sliding her fingers inside your splayed pussy lips and moan softly as she curls her fingers inside your cunt and cradles your mound in her hand. You feel her fingers pull upward, and you rise up onto your toes.

“Nice and wet, aren’t you slut? Already thinking about getting naked for Charlie and sucking his cock?”

“Yes Mistress,” you lie, knowing it is having to obey your secretary that has caused your juices to flow.

Cindy reaches behind her with her free hand and takes a butt plug off of your desk. Your eyes widen as she holds it to your lips. You open your mouth. She pushes it inside. “Suck on it, Nicole. Get it good and wet. You know where it’s going, don’t you?”

You nod your head, and circle the butt plug with your tongue, unable to speak with the plug in your mouth.

“Turn around. Bend down and pull your ass open.”

You turn and grasp your asscheeks, spreading them wide, feeling your anal aperture spread open. You gasp as Cindy shoves the plug into your anus. You feel your anus stretch, but the plug won’t fit.

“God damn it, bitch, open your ass! You want me to hammer it in?”

You spread your asscheeks further, and feel the plug stretch the sphincter muscle. A tiny cry escapes your lips as with one last shove Cindy pushes the plug past your protesting anal ring and it settles in your ass. You feel the bulge of the plug filling your anal cavity.

“Oh, God, Cindy. It’s so tight. I won’t be able to walk.”

“Quit whining, slut. Turn around and sit on the edge of your desk. Open your legs. I’m going to re-attach the cylinder and vibrating band to your clit. Oh, and give me your wedding band and your engagement ring,”

“My rings? Why do you want my rings?”

“I’m going to fasten them to your sweet little clit with the band that holds the cylinder to it. It will be a constant reminder that while this band is attached to your clit you belong to your master, Daniel, not to your husband, David. One day I may be able to have your clit hood or your labia pierced and attach your rings to your pussy permanently. I’m sure you can explain to David that it means you want to always keep your rings there to show him that he owns your pussy as well as your heart.”

You shudder at Cindy’s cruel threat. Reluctantly, you remove your rings and hand them to Cindy. You sit carefully in the edge of the desk, but, despite your caution, merely sitting on the desk drives the butt plug deeper into your already tightly stuffed anal cavity. You squirm uncomfortably as Cindy kneels in front of you and pulls your clit hood back and grasps the tiny clitoris between her thumb and forefinger and begins to pull and stretch it.

“Please, Cindy, not so hard . . . “ you moan as your secretary yanks and twists the tender nub.

Cindy looks into your eyes and smiles. “Oh, poor baby. Does it hurt? Let me suck it and make it feel better.”

She fastens her lips onto the stretched clitoris, but instead of sucking it, you feel her teeth. They bite down on the vulnerable quivering clitoral bulb, and she pulls it hard with her teeth.

You scream. “Aaaaggghhhh! Oh God! No!”

Cindy relaxes her jaw and releases your clitoris from her teeth.

“Here, pull your clit out. Stretch it for me and hold it in place so I can fasten this band to it.”

A tear trickles down your cheek. You bite your lip and angrily wipe the tear away with one hand. With the other hand you take the tender, throbbing clitoral button between your finger and thumb and pull it away from your hood.

You wince and cry out as your feel the band tighten around your clit and distend it as Cindy turns the special nut with the unusual tool she used the night before to take it off of you.

“Ow!”

You moan as she gives the tool one last turn, then exhale audibly, your breasts heaving, as she looks up and smiles again.

“Now look at that,” Cindy says, “a ring on either side of your clit. Daniel and David would both be so proud to see you displaying their ownership of your pussy.”

You look down at the two rings and feel a strange sense of completeness, as if you have symbolically resolved the question that has tormented you since I took possession of you: how to reconcile your love for your husband with your surrender to me? Now we both own you.

“They are beautiful there, aren’t they?” you say, and smile despite the agonizing throbbing in your clitoris.

“Well, the cylinder and the rings should stay in place now. Now leave your skirt, blouse and jacket here and hurry down and take care of Charlie’s cock. I’ll keep the blouse here. You won’t need to wear the blouse to get back here. I want you to be conscious of your bare tits under your jacket when you come back up. I told Charlie to come here first and pick up your skirt and jacket and take them down to the mailroom for you. He should be here any minute. Meanwhile, you’d better stop in the ladies room. You’ve streaked your makeup with your tears. If you make that stop, it should give him enough time to come here and pick up your clothes and get to the mailroom by the time you arrive.”

“What? You’re depending on Charlie to bring my clothes to me? Meanwhile I’m supposed to wander around the hallways naked displaying my wedding rings attached to my clit? That’s madness! Charlie is the most undependable man I’ve ever met. Why do you think he works in a mailroom? He’s not capable of doing anything more complicated.”

Cindy just smiles.

“If Charlie’s not there when you arrive, just wait in the hall for him, Nicole. I’m sure you’ll find something to hide behind if he’s late. Remember, you are to suck Charlie’s cock without being seen by his workmates. Crawl under his desk and hide. Nobody will see you there. When he ejaculates in your mouth, don’t swallow it. When the others leave on their mail delivery rounds, he’s going to phone me and I’m going to come down and see how much cum you have in your mouth. Then you’ll get dressed and come back to your office and I’ll check it again. If you’ve swallowed any of it before you get here, I’m sending you back down for another mouthful. You don’t want that do you?”

“N, no, Cin .. er, Mistress. I won’t swallow any of it.”

“See that you don’t. Now get going.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“We’ll go out before lunch and buy you a few new things, so you’ll have something to wear while Mr. Kim is working on your skirt,” she adds with a mischievous smile. You know she intends for you to have side slits all the way to the waist, closable with concealed zippers, added to this skirt just like your other skirt she had altered. At least this time she apparently doesn’t plan to make you sit at your desk naked below the waist while she sends the skirt down to Mr. Kim to be altered.

“Y, yes, Mistress, as you wish.”

You leave your office nearly nude, wearing only your thigh-high stockings and stilettos and a pearl necklace and matching earrings, your bare pussy, breasts and ass fully exposed. You feel your wedding rings rubbing against your labia and tugging at your clitoris as you walk. You pray that you don’t run into anyone in the building at this early hour. You feel yourself trembling at the prospect that awaits you and wondering how you are going to be able to return to your office afterward with your mouth filled with Charlie’s cum without swallowing it. Everyone will be at work by then. You’ll have to take the stairs so you won’t meet anyone you know.

When you arrive at the mailroom you find the door locked. You gasp in alarm. You are going to have to stand in the hall naked and wait for Charlie to arrive. You look around frantically for someplace to hide, a ladies room perhaps, but there is nothing but an apparently empty file cabinet standing against the wall. You step behind it and crouch out of sight and wait.

After about ten minutes, you hear footsteps coming down the hall. Finally that fool Charlie must be here. You peek over the top of the file cabinet and your heart skips a beat. You duck back down, trembling. It isn’t Charlie. It’s someone else. My God! Did he see me? You hear a key turn in the lock and the mailroom door opens and closes. Someone you don’t know is inside, and Charlie isn’t here yet. You hear more footsteps. You peek over the file cabinet once more.

“Charlie!” you cry out. “Where the hell have you been?”

Charlie looks at you sheepishly. “I overslept.”

“You idiot! Somebody’s in there now.”

“Oh shit! Now what?”

“Get rid of him. Cindy has forbidden me to get dressed until after I suck your cock. I have to get under your desk naked without being seen. Hurry.”

“Wait here. I’ll send whoever it is into the back room. Then you can slip in.”

“Make it fast. This hallway is going to be crawling with people any minute.”

Charlie disappears into the mailroom carrying a shopping bag which you hope contains your clothes. You hear voices being raised. Then silence, and the door opens and the other man comes out and goes down the hall. You slip in the door as soon as he turns the corner. Charlie stands by his desk grinning at you as you stand there wearing only your pearls, stilettos and thigh-high stockings. He stares at your pussy, then reaches out and fondles the rings.

“Sweet! Cindy really fixed you up good, didn’t she?”

He tugs on the rings and you have to step close to him. He kisses you on the mouth and fondles your pussy. You open your lips and let him slide his tongue in.

You want to push him away and slap him silly, but with his grip on the rings you are helpless. You hear voices and footsteps approaching from outside. He releases his grip on the rings and you quickly drop to your hands and knees and crawl around Charlie’s desk and into the tiny space beneath it and wait for him to sit down in his chair.

For several minutes you cower under the desk as Charlie and his office mates discuss last night’s baseball game and Charlie begins telling them about the he saw giving a guy a blow job and getting fucked in the ass in an alley. You can’t believe it when he mentions that he had his video camera with him and recorded the whole thing. They all tell him they want to see it, and he tells them it’s going to cost them. Then someone else comes into the mailroom and they all suddenly get busy sorting mail and Charlie sits down at his desk and spreads his legs and unzips his fly for you. You reach into his pants and pull Charlie’s cock out and begin to masturbate it. It is already hard and soon it is ready for your mouth. You continue to pull on his cock as you hold it to your lips.

“Use your mouth, Nicole. Suck it!” he says in a stage whisper.

You put your lips around the head of Charlie’s cock and begin to suck as you hear someone walk up to his desk and begin a conversation.

“So you really saw a getting ass fucked, Charlie?’

“Sure did.”

“And you filmed her?”

“Yep.”

“What’d she look like?”

“Beautiful. Shoulder-length brown hair. Body to kill for. Dressed real sharp, like she just came from an office. Took off all her clothes right there in the alley and got on her knees and sucked the dude’s cock.”

You find yourself getting excited as Charlie recounts the details of your encounter with Atwater in the alley behind the restaurant last night. You spread your knees and begin to massage your clit as you suck harder on Charlie’s cock. You can feel Charlie getting excited too. His cock stiffens even more and begins to throb as he continues to describe the way you pulled your asscheeks apart for Atwater and let him push his cock into your anus. Suddenly Charlie’s cock explodes in your mouth, pumping shot after shot of ejaculate into it. At the same time you experience a massive orgasm as you relive your arousal and humiliation at Atwater’s hands. You suck harder and struggle to keep Charlie’s ejaculate from leaking out around his cock as he spurts still more cum into your mouth. All the while your pussy shudders as you feel another powerful orgasm.

Gradually Charlie’s orgasm subsides and finally he pumps the last of his ejaculate into your mouth. Your mouth is almost full to overflowing and you struggle to keep from swallowing.

Charlie’s cock slowly wilts, and you tuck it back into his trousers and zip the fly up. You huddle under the desk, naked, feeling exactly like the cheap Charlie was describing to his office mate. You long to swallow Charlie’s cum, to have him take you in his arms and cuddle you, to make you feel like a woman, and not an object to be used and humiliated. Minutes pass. You can hear the other men bustling to fill their mail carts to begin their deliveries. Your legs begin to get stiff. You feel like they are falling asleep. You become more and more conscious of the quantity of cum that is pooled in your mouth. Again you feel a desperate urge to swallow, but you dare not.

Finally the men say their good byes and begin to leave the office. Charlie picks up the phone. You can hear him talking to Cindy. When he hangs up the phone, Charlie starts to speak to you.

“You know, Nicole, I could have a lot of fun with you.”

You can’t speak with Charlie’s cum in your mouth. All you can manage is a small murmur.

“Mmmmmm?”

“None of these guys have ever seen you. I deliver all the mail to your office when I come up to see Cindy every day about this time.”

“Mmmmmm unnnnhhhh?”

“So if I show them the video I took and tell them that the I video taped in the alley behind the restaurant is coming to my apartment to party with us, and you show up and let them all fuck you, nobody will be the wiser, right? What did Atwater pay you? Three hundred dollars? I could get that much for you easy.”

“Mmmmhhhhh Unnnhhhh!!”

You know that what Charlie is proposing is insane, but with your mouth full of cum that you have been forbidden to either swallow or spit out, you cannot speak. Before you can make any further sounds of protest, Cindy walks into the office. Charlie gets up.

“Come on out, slave,” she says. “Show me how much cum you have in your mouth.”

You crawl out from under Charlie’s desk, kneel before Cindy, tilt your head back and open your mouth.

“Wow!” She says. “You really saved up a load for her, didn’t you, honey?”

“She sucked all I had out of me. I’m totally tapped out.”

“Good thing he pumped all he had into your mouth, slut, or I’d have made you get up on the desk and stick your ass out and let him fuck you. All right, Nicole, get dressed and get upstairs. I think I’ll walk with you, or at least close enough to watch. I want to see you do this.”

You get dressed hurriedly and walk out ahead of Cindy toward the stairs, feeling your nipples stiffen as the inside of your jacket rubs against them. You look down at your cleavage, which the jacket barely manages to cover. You can see the tips of your nipples clearly outlined as they poke out against the fabric of the thin jacket.

“Not so fast, Nicole. You’re taking the elevator. I want to see you standing with the people you know with your mouth full of cum. And don’t try to hide in the back corner of the elevator. I want you standing right in the center, where everyone can see your pretty face.”

You almost choke on the cum in you mouth. You turn and glare at Cindy, but you can’t speak with your mouth full. Instead you turn and walk toward the elevator. Cindy gets on behind you and stands where she can see your face as the elevator stops in the lobby and people begin to get on. The first person you see getting on the elevator is Brad, your partner in handling the MacNamara Enterprises negotiations. He breaks into a broad smile when he sees you.

“Nicole! What brings you in so early this morning?”

You give him a quick hug and a pretend air kiss and hope that the “Mmmmmmm” that you respond with will satisfy him as other arrivals crowd into the elevator.

Brad, oblivious to your mumbled response, stands next to you and begins a rapid-fire conversation.

“What’s the latest from MacNamara? Didn’t I see you with Atwater at the Rive Gauche last night?”

You smile as best you can with your mouth full of Charlie’s cum and raise one eyebrow.

“Mmmmmm!”

“Wait a minute. Are you and Atwater . . . ?”

You scowl at Brad and shake your head. The last thing you need is rumors about you and Atwater. Meanwhile, Cindy begins to shake with barely controlled silent laughter.

“I saw the two of you talking near the restrooms. I went over to say hello, but I guess you disappeared into the ladies’. I thought he’d be in the gents’, but he wasn’t. Then I saw him duck out the back door. Guess he was going out to have a smoke. I thought I saw you go out there too, but I couldn’t be sure. Why would you want to go outside to talk to Atwater, unless you and he are . . . ?”

You glare at Brad, shrug your shoulders and roll your eyes. At that moment the elevator reaches your floor. The door opens and you try to smile at Brad without parting your lips as you step away from him. You feel a little dribble of cum ooze from the corner of your mouth and you raise your hand to your nose to cover it and pretend to stifle a sneeze. You are alarmed to feel a trickle of Charlie’s cum slide down your throat.

You breeze through the glass doors of your outer office, nodding to the receptionist and other office workers who are settling at their desks to begin their workdays. Cindy follows you into your private office and closes the door behind her.

“On your knees, Nicole,” she says peremptorily. “Open your mouth and let me see how much cum you have there.”

You sink to your knees on the carpet and open your mouth for Cindy’s inspection.

“Hmmmmm, tilt your head back further, slave.”

You move your head back and feel the cum in your mouth block your throat. You breathe through your nose.

“All right, swallow.”

You swallow Charlie’s cum.

“You managed to keep most of Charlie’s cum in your mouth, Nicole, but not all of it " Cindy says, grinning wickedly. “The volume was the same, but it was thinner. Obviously diluted with your saliva, so I’m afraid there will be more punishment for you. Call your husband and tell him you won’t be home until late this evening. You and I are going out clubbing tonight.”

Your secretary and surrogate mistress, Cindy, holds two slender silver chains, about a foot in length, with clasps at one end and heavy lead fishing weights at the other. You stare at them in disbelief.

“Raise your skirt, Nicole. Show me your pussy.”

You raise your skirt, glancing nervously at the closed door to your private office. You don’t know if Cindy locked it when she brought you in or not. You suspect it is not locked as you stand, your cream-colored tube-skirt bunched at your waist, your naked crotch exposed as she kneels and you feel her fingers as they fasten the clasps to your wedding rings that she earlier affixed to your throbbing clitoris with the narrow stainless steel band that now encircles it so tightly. You feel the heavy weights pull and distend your tiny stretched clitoris as you stand before her. Then, unexpectedly, the weight is gone. You glance down and see that she is holding the weights in her hand at the level of your naval.

“Don’t move,” she says, and she drops the weights.

The shock of the weights dropping from Cindy’s fingers and bouncing at the end of the silver chains sends an almost-electric current through your pussy. You feel your knees buckle with the sudden wrenching weight and pain and cry out involuntarily.

“Ooooohhhhhhh!”

“Keep your skirt up,” Cindy snaps peevishly, “and walk for me, Nicole, over to the door and back. I want to see the weights sway. Swing your hips when you walk.”

You begin to walk unsteadily on the stilettos that are, with the thigh-high stockings, your only clothing below your waist, exaggerating the movement of your asscheeks to make your hips swing provocatively and feel the weights bounce against the insides of your legs, agonizingly stimulating your clitoris as you move.

“Spin around, Nicole!”

You spin when you reach the door. The weights fly away from your pussy and slap the front of your thigh with excruciating force. You moan and reach down to stop them from moving.

“Don’t you dare! Let them bounce, Nicole. I want you to feel those rings yanking on your clit every time you move and be reminded that the rings your husband David gave you on your wedding day signify now that your pussy belongs to your master, Daniel. Now walk back to me, and make those weights sway.”

You walk back to Cindy, biting your lip as you feel the weights sway and pull at your clitoris. Cindy smiles maliciously.

“Very nice, Nicole. I think we’ll walk from here to the shops this afternoon when we go out to buy you something suitable to wear when we go clubbing this evening. You can lower your skirt and get to work now. I’ll keep your panties and bra in my desk drawer for you. You won’t need them today.”

“Yes . . . mistress,” you stammer, remembering your training. “Thank you . . . so . . . much.”

The first part of the morning goes by in a flurry of business phone calls. The phone is still at the far corner of your desk, where Cindy has commanded you to keep it, so you have to stretch to reach it. Each time you pick it up you have to rise from your chair and feel the weights pull on your clitoris. Midway through the morning, Cindy walks into your office and says, “I forgot to mention that you have to be at a budget meeting in two minutes. You’re almost late already, Nicole, but I don’t want you to take the elevator. Run up the stairs. I want you to feel the weights bounce with every step.”

You suppress a groan. The meeting room is at least three flights up. Cindy follows you out of your office and up the stairs, smiling maliciously as you run up. “Don’t stop, Nicole. You’re late. The meeting may have started without you. Run all the way to the meeting room.”

With each step you feel the heavy lead weights sway and thump into each other, each collision tugging hard at your tender clitoris and sending repeated discomforting yet thrilling sensations into the nerve endings in your pussy. By the time you reach the meeting your cunt is throbbing intensely. You are so sexually aroused you can barely gather your thoughts. You sink gratefully into your chair, trying not to disturb the weights further. You close your eyes momentarily and try to catch your breath. When you open them you are stunned to see me sitting almost directly across from you in one of the chairs that line the walls behind those at the table. I smile. You force a controlled smile back. You struggle to figure out what I am doing in this meeting. Slowly you realize, as you see Cindy slip into the chair next to me, that she must have arranged it, and that she knew about the meeting all the time and only told you about it at the last minute deliberately so you would be late and she could make you run with the lead weights attached to your clit. The chairs along the walls are for outside consultants and other minor attendees. Nobody would take it amiss if they didn’t recognize someone sitting where I am sitting, but you know that my presence can only mean another sexual ordeal for you, and you feel your legs trembling with a combination of trepidation and a perverse sense of excited anticipation. This will certainly mean you will be subjected to more carefully disguised but inevitably exceedingly degrading sexual humiliation . . . but in an office meeting? In front of so many of your office colleagues? You wonder what I can possibly be thinking.

As the meeting progresses, you begin to relax a little, until out of the blue, Mr. Walsh, the Chief Financial Officer, says “Nicole, I’m hearing some disturbing rumors from my contacts at CGE about their negotiations with MacNamara Enterprises. Just this morning I heard that they almost have a deal sewn up. I thought you were on top of this. What’s going on?

You feel your breath catch. You swallow and start to speak when you glance at me. At the same time you see to your horror that I am holding the remote control that activates the tiny band attached to your clitoris. The band commences to vibrate intensely, and you feel your pussy begin to pulse. You squirm in your chair. You try to hold your legs together to suppress the impulses in your cunt, but to your alarm that only intensifies them. You spread your thighs apart, but they are confined by your tube skirt, and cannot separate sufficiently to reduce the sensations that you feel. You grip the edge of the table and feel the first intense orgasm rip through your body like a tidal wave.

“I . . . I don’t think . . . things are that . . . far along . . . with CGE and MacNamara . . . Mr. Walsh.” You stammer. “I had a long talk with Clarence Atwater last night over dinner,” you continue remembering vividly your lurid encounter with Atwater, as he made you bend over a trash can in that alley behind the restaurant and pull your anus open so he could fuck your ass. That of a bitch. He’s fucking me in the ass with GCE this morning just like he fucked me in the ass last night.

Walsh turns to Brad, your partner in the negotiations with Atwater. “What about it, Brad? How do you think things are going with Atwater?”

“Atwater’s slippery, and corrupt,” Brad says, glancing at you as you watch me twist the dial on the remote and feel another orgasm coarse through your pussy. “I think he’ll fuck us over if he can. I hear that he really wants to do a deal with GCE because he wants something personally from us that we haven’t been willing to offer him, but I haven’t been able to find out what he’s looking for.”

You rise unsteadily to your feet as another pulse throbs in your clitoris. You feel the weights bounce at the end of their chains, and your clit stretches and your pussy pulses and your abdominal muscles clench. You stifle a moan. Your cunt convulses again in a third powerful orgasm and you feel a tiny trickle of pussy juice begin to run down your inner thigh toward the top of your thigh-high stockings. “I’ll get together with Atwater right away,” you say, and you see me smile as you glance in my direction. “I think I can bring him around.”

“See me in my office after the meeting, Nicole. You too, Brad,” Walsh responds. “We need to get this nailed down. We’re not going to make our numbers without the MacNamara contract.”

“Yes, Sir,” you respond, glaring at Cindy but lowering your gaze submissively and resuming your seat when your eyes meet mine.

The meeting goes on interminably. Every once in a while you feel another impulse from the band on your clitoris. Each time it increases in intensity until you can’t resist any longer, and another massive orgasm rocks your body. You dig into your purse and find several tissues. You laboriously pull up the hem of your skirt without being noticed, and struggle to press the tissues awkwardly into your vaginal crevice to blot up the unending flow of your orgasmic juices, but you fear that your skirt is already soaked through, so intense have your orgasms been.

When the meeting finally ends, you attempt to make a dash for the ladies room, but as you are about to make your exit you hear “Nicole! My office! Now!”

“Yes, Mr. Walsh,” you stammer, feeling your face grow warm.

You follow Walsh and Brad into Walsh’s office.

“All right, Brad, what’s this all about? What does Atwater really want?”

“Atwater’s a notorious pussy hound,” Brad says nonchalantly, glancing meaningfully at you.

“Well, Nicole?” Walsh says, looking sternly at you.

“I can handle him,” you blurt out.

“This is serious, Nicci,” Walsh says. “You’ve always delivered for us before. You’ve the best we’ve got, but if you don’t deliver this time, we could be I big trouble. We’ve got an awful lot riding on this deal. The downstream benefits could be immense, and we’ve lost two contracts in the last three months to GCE. You’ve got to pull this off, whatever it takes. I don’t care if you have to suck his cock in the middle of rush hour traffic. We need this contract.”

You gasp at the crudeness of Walsh’s remark, but remembering Atwater’s fingers probing your pussy at dinner last night, your mouth on his cock after you slid under the table and knelt between his knees while the waiter was serving the other guests, your surrender to him in the alley behind the restaurant afterward, you find yourself unable to say anything except, “Yes Sir.” If sucking his cock would have done it, we’d have the fucking contract by now. I’ll have to become Atwater’s goddamn sex slave, and old man MacNamara’s too.

You return to your office and find me sitting the chair behind your desk. You press the lock and close the door, lower your eyes, and without a word unbutton and remove your jacket and blouse, then unfasten your skirt and step out of it. Naked now except for your shoes and stockings, you kneel and crawl to me. Still on your hands and knees between my legs, you unzip my fly, remove my cock from my trousers and kiss it. I caress your head as your lips envelop my cockhead.

“Good girl.”

You feel your cunt begin to pulse and gratefully nuzzle my crotch, licking my cock like a would lick its master’s hand.

“What did Walsh say?” I ask.

“He says we need the MacNamara contract, or we could go under. He wants me to suck Atwater’s cock if I have to. If he only knew . . . what I have already done so far.”

“We’ll get Atwater, and MacNamara, too. CGE can’t deliver what Atwater and MacNamara really want, and I have enough on Atwater to make sure he delivers MacNamara.’

“They really want me, don’t they?” you say, with a quiver in your voice. “They want me to be their sex slave.”

“And they’re going to get you, baby, all trussed up in a big bow on a silver platter, to do everything they want with, aren’t they?”

“Yes, Master,” you respond relluctantly, “if that’s what you wish.”

“It is what I wish,” I say.

Without speaking, you wrap your luscious lips around the knob of my cock and begin to suck intensely, pulling on it like a calf sucking on an udder until you feel the first stirrings of my orgasm. You suck greedily, then begin to swallow with great satisfaction as my cock pumps the contents of my balls into your eager mouth. You swallow, luxuriating in the taste of my cum, and when my cock ceases to pump you begin to lick it, carefully cleaning it and swallowing every precious drop of my ejaculate.


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Belle de Jour 12
Posted:Oct 1, 2012 9:06 am
Last Updated:Oct 4, 2012 10:43 am
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I now have posted Belle de Jour 12 posted in the erotic stories section of the alt. magazine. You can read it by clicking on this link [group_post 585978]. I'll post parts 11 and 12 in my blog later. I'm a little busy right now. This segment is one I've been looking forward to getting up for some time. Finally, Nicole is going to have to accept her punishment from her secretary and mistress, Cindy and make her way from her office to the basement mail room, suck Cindy's boy friend Charlie's cock, and then return with Charlie's cum in her mouth. But Cindy is going to add a further humiliation to Nicole's punishment. You'll have to read the chapter, however, to find out what that is.

I'm thinking about having Nicole make a presentation to the top executives and key figures in her company later in the day. If this takes place, her secretary, Cindy, who is also one of my slaves, but, as you may recall from the past few episodes, is also acting on my behalf as Nicole's controller and mistress while she's at the office or handling office business, will arrange for me to sit in inconspicuously. I'll have the remote that controls the magic band that is attached to Nicole's clit, and she will no doubt have great difficulty controlling her reactions as her clit spasms and creates waves of intense orgasms that course through her body. I may also bring her nemesis, Mr. Clarence Atwater, to her office and compel her once again to submit to him in return for his willingness to influence Corporate kingpin Albert MacNamara himself to negotiate favorable terms in the contract she desperately wants to conclude with the giant MacNamara Enterprises conglomerate to cement her reputation as a rising star in her profession.

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