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Subject: {ASSM} A simple task (M/f, d/s. cons, exhib)
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This is sort of a continuation of The New Toy. Although this is a story
that can stand on it's own, the characters are the same.
Again, this story is meant for mature audiences, if you aren't 18 or 21,
depending on your jurisdiction, you shouldn't be reading this. If you don't
like stories with a D/s flair to it, please don't read it. This is my own
work. That means no one can post this as their own, repost is without my
permission or use any of the text for any reason, but for your own personal
use in your home.
As always, comments are welcome and can be emailed to me.
A Simple Task
By
Julie
She sat are her desk, watching as her co-workers went about their business.
For the past week she had been in a daze. Life seemed to be passing her by.
No longer was she a participant, her actions no longer affected others and
yet
it didn't bother her.
"First National is on line one"
At first she looked around her office for the speaker of the voice, it was
only when she saw that no one was in there, that she realized the voice was
her secretary coming from the intercom. A manicured nail pressed down on
the talk button.
"Thank you, Jan. Tell them I'll be right with them. Tell David to get me
the file, and to get in here. He caused this problem and I want him in
here to help deal with it." She didn't tell Jan that she really didn't know
what was happening because she had neglected to read the report last night.
She had the best intentions, but somehow, other things happened. She could
hear Jan's disembodied chuckle through her closed door and smiled to
herself. Jan just thought she was being her usual grab 'em by the balls
account exec she was known for. Jan had no idea that the thought of having
orgasms for her husband over a camera which fed into their computers was
taking priority in her life.
Leaning back in her chair, she pressed the speaker phone. "Roy, how are
you?"
"I know, Roy, and David will be with us shortly." A young man slowly
opened the door and practically tiptoed into the office. She waved him in
while she listened to the bank executive go on and on about how ineffective
their software was and how none of his tellers could use it. She was
tempted to tell him that his tellers were too incompetent to use it, but
wisely kept her mouth shut. David sat down as quietly as possible across
from her desk and silently slid the file across to her.
"Roy, I am looking at the file now, and to be honest, I don't know what our
software has to do with some of your problems. So why don't you tell me
specifically what problems you are having and the three of us can come up
with an acceptable solution." Roy and David drowned on and she phased it
all out. Inserting the appropriate mmhmm's and of courses where needed.
She must have come up with a solution because the call ended and everyone
seemed happy. She told David to write up a report and to make sure she had
a copy. She would have to rely upon what he wrote up to figure out what her
decision had been.
It wasn't until Jan popped in to say goodnight, that she realized she had
been staring at the same report for the entire afternoon and still hadn't
made heads or tails out of the numbers. With an audible sigh she shut down
her computer and turned off the lights as she locked up her office. She
knew that she should take the report home with her, but since her husband
had moved to London while his firm swooned its potentially largest client,
she
couldn't and wouldn't lose what little time they had for one another because
of report that could wait for a few days.
Normally she would take her car into work, but after a look at the news that
morning she thought the El would be a better solution. That and she had a
simple task. Before walking out the lobby door, she slipped into the
ladies' restroom and into the handicapped stall in the back corner.
With a deep breath, she slid her panties off and shoved them into her purse.
Because she was in a rush, she reached under her blouse and slipped her bra
off through a sleeve. Not a simple task, but easier then taking her blouse
off.
Her bra followed her panties into the purse, but her hand searched around
until if found what she was looking for. She swallowed hard and took a deep
breath before taking the thin leather collar out. She quickly fastened it
around her neck and locked it into place. She had opened the lock in the
morning, and placed it so it wouldn't close during the day since she left
the
keys back at their condo on the kitchen table. As she stepped out of the
stall, she looked at her self in the mirror, making sure everything was
exactly as she had been told to do.
She literally ran out of the building and up to the El station, barely
stopping to put her fare card in its slot. The door slid closed just as she
settled into a seat. She looked around, since it was after 6:30 most of
the car was empty. Some of the cars have seats facing one another, and
those are more or less long benches, she was sitting on one of the benches.
There were four others on the train with her. Three men and one woman. At
the stop after she got on, the woman left. Now it was only the three men.
Two of whom sat across from her involved in a discussion regarding stocks
and bonds.
She swallowed back her fear and slipped her coat off. Her sheer white
blouse clearly showed her nipples, which were clearly aroused. She slowly
parted her legs and slid her skirt up a bit higher on her thighs. One man
glanced over, and then away, but he looked back, as if he couldn't quite
believe what he was seeing. He saw her collar and smiled. He was blonde,
young, attractive and saw something he wanted to play with. Like any child
who is spoiled, he decided to go play with this toy, regardless if it was
his. His friend didn't notice her, until he stood up and crossed over to
her. With a mischievous smirk, he sat down next to her. Slowly and very
deliberately he dragged his index finger along the leather band.
Her eyes closed. She thought that this would be a simple task. Just get
off in front of a commuter and get home. This wasn't what she bargained
for. If her husband wasn't in England she would have jumped up and moved to
another car, but something kicked in her mind. She was determined to please
him. And he had told her that she should finish her task no matter what
happens. Part of her wanted to believe that he had set this up, but she
couldn't figure out how he could have gotten the timing right with all the
different trains.
The blonde man lowered his hand and started to unbutton her blouse. "I want
you to show my friend here, just what you were showing me, and I want him to
understand just what that leather around your neck means." He whispered
into her ear, and by the time he had finished her blouse was open and pulled
back, exposing her breasts.
He reached down and pulled up her skirt, until it acted more as a belt then
as a skirt. "I want you to show my friend here what you were showing me."
She swallowed back her fear and pulled her legs apart, just slightly. The
man chuckled into her ear, "No, dear, more. Show him just what you showed
me."
The blonde's friend was staring at her now. His jaw dropped as he saw a not
unattractive women sitting before him half-dressed. "Put your feet up on
the seat like a good girl." She didn't know why she obeyed him, maybe it
was the way he whispered his commands into her ear, maybe it was that she
hadn't been touched by another man since her husband had left. Somehow she
was able to justify her behavior because she was following her husbands
orders. "Show some people who you really are, and if they know how to
respond to you, then by all means do just as you are told." As her thoughts
progressed he had slid one arm around her shoulders. She was still thinking
as his hands reached down and he pinched her nipples hard. "I told you to
do something....slut," he hissed into her ear, stressing the last word with
a twist of his fingers.
Immediately her feet were flat on the seat with her knees pointing out. She
displayed her shaven pussy to the friend and new that it was obvious to him
how much she was aroused. The stranger chuckled softly in her ear while
still keeping hold of her nipples. "Good, girl. Now reach down with your
right hand and rub your clit with one finger."
She stared at his friend, watching him watching her, as she lowered her
hand. She wanted to close her eyes, but a voice inside of her insisted
that she keep them open. And so as she lightly ran the pad of her finger
across her now very hard and aroused clit, she watched the man across from
her get excited.
The stranger laughed softly in her ear. "Good Girl." With his fingers
still on her nipples, he pulled at them gently but firmly. On her own, she
pushed her knees back further. Her head fell back against the man's arm and
she groaned softly. She slid first one finger, then a second into her pussy
and started a slow methodical stroking. Her other finger continued its
assault on her clit. The insides of her thighs began to tremble just
slightly. Her stomach convulsed as she pumped her fingers deeper and
harder. Now she ground the palm of her hand into her clit as opposed to
just one finger. Her legs shook. The man pinched harder, pulling her
breasts out until they were stretched taut.
She was there, her orgasm was just starting. The slow pressure began deep
inside of her, its strength growing with each action to her nipples, pussy
and clit.
His cruel voice, whispered in her ear. "Not yet, little girl. Not yet."
She turned to him, looking at him pleadingly, yet not trusting herself to
speak. "What is it you want?" He wasn't going to let her get away with it.
She looked away not wanting to see his face as she spoke. Although his
hands had not stopped in their task, hers had. She didn't think she could
last. "Please."
"Please what?"
Her voice was soft, almost inaudible. "Please may I cum?"
He looked across to his friend. "What do you think, Doug? Should we let
her?"
Doug's eyes never left the sight of her open, wet pussy. "Sure, Bob." His
head nodded vigorously.
"Go ahead, little girl." Her fingers resumed their actions, his fingers
grew stronger and more aggressive. Her head fell back, her mouth opened,
and yet she managed to stifle the moans and screams that would have happened
if she were at home. Her body shook, her leg muscles flexed and then she
collapsed against the stranger next to her.
It was he who buttoned her blouse back up and rearranged her skirt. He sat
with her, supporting her until it was her stop. He lifted her briefcase and
led her to the platform and down to the street. She looked down at her
feet, not daring to look up at him. Her condo was just a block away, yet he
walked with her to the front door. Just in front of the atrium, he
straightened her up a bit more and bent down to kiss her cheek.
"Tell your husband that you did well." It was then that she looked up at
him. She studied his face for a moment and then smiled. Of course. He was
in a few of her husband's photo's but she had never met him. She blushed at
not realizing it before. He laughed softly. "Don't worry, my friend and I
won't say a word, but I can't vouch for that other man."
Damn, she had forgotten about him. She didn't know if he had gotten off
before or if he had seen her entire performance. Her ears instantly turned
red and she stammered a goodbye before running into the building and to the
elevator.
Immediately she stripped and went to the computer. It was a habit now.
That and signing on to ICQ, and turning on the camera. Immediately there
was a message.
<How was your day, dear?>
She smiled and began to type in the message.
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