I guided her out to the car, still sobbing, still clutching my
hand, the pathetic little bitch.
"I'm so sorry, Master," she babbled, "I couldn't
help it, really I couldn't. It turns me on so much to be near you
that when you kissed me it was like a floodgate opening."
"I only kissed you because I felt sorry for you, Lucy. I
wasn't expecting you to make a public exhibition of us both."
Oh no, of course I wasn't, and I hadn't enjoyed every minute of
it, not at all.
"I'm so sorry, Master. You won't fire me will you? Please, I
really want this job."
"I never fire anyone on their first day, Lucy."
She sniffled to an stop with the crying, and said, "Where
are we going, Master?"
"To my home. I think after that performance you'd better
compose yourself before you face your colleagues again. We'll do the
rest of the day's training in privacy at my place."
The truth-drug programme was still on, so her mouth just blurted
out her thoughts "Privacy would be so good, because when I'm
near you, all I can think about is kissing and fucking, and how wet
my cunt is, and after that climax I'm not sure if I can control
myself. I've never come from a kiss before, and even though it was
just a kiss, I came harder than I ever have in my life. As it is, I
can't bear not to touch you, Master, not when we are this
close."
"You won't be having any more unprompted orgasms Lucy, (unprompted?
sure) Company policy dictates that female staff climax on the
command "Come, now" from the boss and keep climaxing until
he says stop, but they can never have an orgasm in his presence if
he doesn't give the command."
"I'm sorry, Master, I won't come unless you tell me to.
Sorry."
Suddenly, she seemed to get a little of herself back and demanded
"What about male staff, Master?" just as if she wasn't the
only female.
I laughed. "Male staff may only climax in my presence if I
provide them with the means to do so, just like the female
staff."
She nodded as if that sounded fair and equitable, clearly totally
unaware that the only 'means to do so' I was likely to provide my
male staff was porn videos - or her.
We pulled into my driveway, and I let her into the house. With
the door still open onto the street I told her "Company policy
dictates that female employees wear only shoes, stockings and
garter-belts inside my home Lucy."
"Yes, Master," she replied, and started to strip, in
full view of the street. I swung the door closed. I looked at her in
wonder as she stood like a whore, naked apart from the high heels
and underwear. She was flawless, everywhere, even her bush was
neatly trimmed. I felt my cock rise at once.
"Do you usually enjoy being naked around strangers,
Lucy?"
"No, Master. I feel a little uncomfortable now, to be
honest, but I know it's the right thing to do, because it's company
policy, and I'm also wondering if it will turn you on," She
lifted her hand and stroked my face, idly, "I want to turn you
on, because I really, really want to fuck you. I can't get the idea
out of my mind, and my cunt is dripping at the thought."
"Why are you stroking my face?"
"Because I need to touch you, Master. I can't help it, I'm
sorry, I really need to have some part of my body in contact with
you."
"In that case, we'd better go through to the living room.
I'll sit on the couch and you can sit on my lap facing me."
"Oh, thank you Master! That would be wonderful!"
As she sat, straddling my body with her gorgeous legs, her pussy
pushed tight against my groin, I put her under again. It was so
easy, and I had so many ideas running through my brain, that I
wanted to get on. I thought of Bill's advice, and wondered if I was
overloading her, but I wanted to reach the potential of the
situation quickly.
I instructed her to be ashamed when she acted like a slut, but
reinforced that when I was around, she couldn't help it, because she
wanted me so badly, that she would beg me to take her whenever she'd
been in my sole presence for half an hour without being fucked. I
told her that even if I let her come, it wouldn't be enough unless I
also came inside her, and that she would do anything I asked
of her to persuade me to take her and that she would love whatever
she was doing to please me, despite her shame.
She nodded eagerly at every instruction. This girl wasn't capable
of being overloaded, I was sure of it.
I told her that if we were on our own, she should tell me
everything she wanted from me, and to do to me, but when we were
with others, she must wait for me to ask her. I decided not to turn
truth-drug off - I thought it might be fun to watch her being
completely honest with everyone.
Finally, before I woke her up, I told her that when she was
alone, her humiliation would become overwhelming, and she would cry
about it for half an hour and have to call someone and confess her
behaviour so they could absolve her before she slept. When she asked
who to call, I told her "Bill Eames" and gave her his
number. He'd get a wonderful surprise tonight, and he deserved it.
Once I brought her out of trance, she started speaking
immediately. "Please Master, fuck me! I need your cock inside
me so bad, I'm aching for you!"
As she spoke, she was rubbing her wet little pussy against me,
and it felt like heaven - but I wasn't going to let her know that.
"Lucy, your cunt is dripping on my trousers."
"I'm sorry, Master, oh PLEASE master, fuck me!."
"Shut up Lucy. If you want to be fucked there are things you
have to do first, and most important is that you don't say another
word until I tell you to. Nod your head if you understand."
She nodded, emphatically.
"Stand up, then kneel on the floor, and undo my trousers.
Take them, and my pants off."
In total silence, she obeyed.
"Now, suck my cock. I expect you to deep-throat, I don't
expect you to stop till I come, and you will, of course, swallow
every last vestige of my semen. When you're done, you can thank me
for letting you blow me, because it is, after all a very high
compliment; but after that I want you to shut up again."
No woman had ever taken me into her mouth more eagerly than Lucy
did that first time, and as I said before, I've tended to date
submissive women, some of whom have been enthusiastic cocksuckers,
but then, I'd never had what was, to all intents an purposes, a
slave who had to please me, to get what they needed.
It's possible that she wasn't practiced or skilful, but the
urgency of her desire to please meant that she used her tongue like
a pro, first flickering, then stroking in long, slow passes from tip
to root. I felt her gag as I started to slide into her throat, but
she overcame the reflex, and my cock was totally enclosed in her
mouth within a minute of her lips first sliding over the head. I
didn't even have to thrust, as the horny little bitch did everything
for me, sliding up and down the length of my rigid shaft with a
smoothly increasing pressure and pace. Her hands cupped and stroked
my balls while her mouth worked me, and I was soon moaning from the
delicious sensations of this sucking-licking-sliding-stroking
worship of my cock. It was worship, too, there's no other word for
it - my pleasure was everything. I put my hands behind my head and
just went with the flow, watching the steady-becoming
speedy-becoming frantic bouncing of her dark head and the swaying of
the perfect round arse that she stuck up in the air while she
serviced me.
Eventually, I felt my balls tighten, and so did she. She slid
swiftly along me to take the whole length in again, sucking hard and
jamming her nose deep into my pubic hair, so that the first gush of
spunk squirted straight down her beautiful throat. The tongue kept
right on stroking as she contracted around my cock with her first
swallow, coaxing my come into her accommodating mouth, in a series
of electrifying spurts. When she was sure that she'd drained me, she
pulled back her head, slowly, letting me slip gently out of her
lips, over her trailing tongue.
"Thank you for your come, Master," she purred, "I
am so glad I could please you," then she looked up at me in
mute appeal her green eyes big and beseeching. I patted her head, so
patronisingly that I know she felt a flash of anger, but immediately
her lust and need took over, and she laid her head in my lap, so
that my flaccid cock lay along her cheek, and she rubbed against it
like a kitten. For one moment I was almost scared of the depth of
passion my manipulations had released. I was looking down, I knew,
at a very intelligent, self assured young woman, with feminist
opinions and a loud mouth, and the fire I'd lit for me in her cunt
had her acting more lasciviously than a twenty year whore. It was a
startling thought.
I laughed then, at myself. This was after all what I had wanted -
her humble, humiliated and desperate for me, and it was hardly a
threat to me.
"Stand up," I told her. She did.
"Do you still want fucking?"
She nodded so hard that her breasts bobbed in time with her head.
"Stay there," I commanded. I walked to the kitchen, pulled
open the fridge and grinned. I could see just the thing. I grabbed
it and took it back to the living room, then turned a dining room
chair so that it was facing my armchair. I sat down in comfort, and
gestured to the hard seat.
"Sit on there, with your legs spread wide, and listen.
Stroke your slit while I talk, but don't put your fingers inside
your cunt or touch your clitoris."
Immediately, she complied. I found myself looking at a pair of
delicate pink lips peeping shyly from between the dark curls of her
bush, and her finger caressed up and down between them, glistening
with the fluid that was sliding out of her and falling in little
drips to the floor.
I leaned forward and held out a cucumber, fourteen inches or so
long and thick as her delicate wrist. "Use that to screw
yourself with," I ordered her. She took it, feeling the chill
on it, and looked at it wide-eyed and scared, but without any hint
of rebellion. As she held it at her opening, I ordered her to
close her eyes while it was inside her, as if she was fucking a
favourite lover, and not to open them again until I told her to.
"Take as much of it in as you can manage," I said,
"and enjoy it. I want to see the pleasure on your face. You can
make sounds, if you want to, but no words."
I watched the lips part and the vegetable start to slide in with
my mouth hanging open. It was even more erotic than I'd imagined,
especially when she whimpered while it filled her, and her tongue
darted across her lips. My cock stirred, despite the servicing it
had just received.
When she had taken in ten inches, she started to fuck it in
earnest, lifting her hips from the chair and beginning to move the
hard, green thing in and out. I picked up the digital camera,
knowing that I would treasure these pictures forever. She began to
moan loudly as her first hesitant, slow sliding gave way to faster
thrusts, which took the cucumber deeper in with each stroke. After
about two minutes she was pumping it desperately, barely keeping
hold of the narrow end and her face was contorted with lust, so
obviously on the edge of climax. I grinned.
"Come now."
The shrill cries she gave echoed around the room, as she orgasmed,
never slowing in her urgent self fucking. She tossed her head from
side to side, the cucumber flashing in-out-in-out harder and deeper
than any prick between her spread thighs and the liberal coating of
her come making it shine in the light. "Stop, Lucy"
She slowed her strokes instantly, until the end of the climax
left her panting, and she slid her vegetable dildo out of her cunt.
"Open you eyes Lucy, and lick all your juices off the
cucumber."
Her eyes flew open and she blushed furiously, but she brought the
cucumber to her lips, looking right into my face over the top of it.
Her tongue curled out to taste her own come, and I knew this was a
first for her, but like everything else she'd done, initial
hesitation and shame was soon replaced by a kind of dirty delight.
I made her lick every trace off, and then whispered into her ear.
My cock was rigid and I couldn't wait any longer to mount her, but
it had to be on my terms.
She stood and pushed the chair away, then knelt on all fours in
front of me, her beautiful breasts hanging down, her legs apart and
her arse towards me.
"Fuck me," she begged in a tone full of longing,
"Oh, Master, please, I beg you, fuck me like the bitch I am.
I'm your bitch in heat, your slut, your whore, and all I want is you
Master. I need your cock in me, fill my cunt with your hardness
master, please. Fuck me!"
This time I obliged, since she'd begged exactly as I told her,
and when I took her breasts into my hands and mounted her from
behind - the best way for bitches after all - she screamed out her
thanks, just as I told her to. She thanked me for every thrust, for
my hands on her tits and for every toothmark I bit deep into
her flesh. When I felt my climax building, I told her to come and
the sheath of her cunt rippled against my cock and finally, as I
filled her cunt with my sperm, she thanked me for that too, as if it
was the best gift anyone had ever given her.
I left her kneeling after I came and walked around in front of
her, while she panted and gasped.
"Company policy dictates that members of staff lick clean
any cock that's come inside them," I crooned, and laughed in
delight as she followed company policy.
The clock on the wall said three.
I helped her to her feet and held her hand as I walked her to the
door. "You've worked very hard today, Lucy," I told her.
"Go home now, and be here, at the house at nine tomorrow. We'll
continue your training then."
The voice that said "Yes Master, thank you" was hoarse
from screaming, but I've never seen a woman look happier than Lucy
did, as she clambered into her clothes and went home.
