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Subject: {ASSM} **NEW** Office Games Part 13 (M/f ws BDSM)
Date: Wed,  2 Oct 2002 04:10:03 -0400
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Here is part 13 of Office Games for your reading pleasure.  Again, sorry 
about the wait, but changes in my schedule make writing a bit difficult at 
times.

~Pen~

This is a work of fiction.  If you are under whatever arbitrary age your 
elected officials have decided to choose for viewing adult material, 
understand that you will be breaking the law if you read this.  If you get 
caught,  I don't want to get blamed because your parents can't keep track of 
you.

Please don't try this stuff at home (or anywhere else, for that matter).  
Some of it could be very dangerous.  If you have a hard time telling fantasy 
from reality, please don't read any of my writings and go seek medical help.

If you are a religious fanatic of any flavor and you hate my stuff, please 
note that you shouldn't be here to begin with - no one forced you here.  If 
you are offended by sexual liturature (such as it is) then go visit 
somewhere else.

This story may not be posted on any pay site with out my permission.  It may 
not be archived with out permission from the author and if it's reposted, 
this information must remain with it.  Copyright c 2002 Dark Pen.

~Dark Pen
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Start Office Games 13

	Brad slept surprisingly well.  When he arrived at work, he could see that 
it was going to be a busy day.  Unfortunate, because he had plans tonight 
that would preclude spending timeonline with Donna.  He hoped that she'd be 
on sometime today.  He activated the cameras in her cube and saw her 
standing there talking to a coworker.  Wow!  It was a hot day, but talk 
about a departure of her normal mode of dress!

	While it was true what she was wearing could pass for office attire, it was 
equally true that it was very revealing.  A dark skirt - not short enough to 
earn a reprimand from management, but certainly short enough to show off her 
legs quite nicely, with bare legs underneath.  From this angle he couldn't 
see the front of her, but from the back it appeared that the shirt was form 
fitting and sleeveless.  He wished he could think of some excuse for going 
over there, but they were pretty set on the code they were working on and 
there weren't any last minute things he could talk to her about.  Just going 
over for a chat never even occurred to him.

	His desktop computer pinged indicating new email so he killed the camera 
windows on the laptop and turned to his main computer to read it.  It was a 
fairly complex email and he frowned in concentration as he followed the 
technical information in it.  He noticed in the back of his mind that there 
was someone at the entrance of his cube, but he didn't look up at first, 
just raised a hand in the air indicating that he needed a minute.  When he 
finally looked up he saw it was Donna.  She was leaning against the edge of 
the doorway, long legs crossed with her arms folded underneath her breasts.  
She had a small, amused smile on her face and Brad's heart clenched at the 
sight of her.  He was in deep trouble and didn't even try to swat the 
Gremlin that appeared in his head, pointing it's finger at him and laughing 
so hard that tears were running down it's face.  It was laughing too hard to 
speak so it held up a large sign with the picture of a jester on it.  Yes, 
Brad knew that he was a fool for falling... never mind - he was not, 
absolutely NOT going on with that thought.

	If it never occurred to Brad to go to Donna's cube to B.S., it certainly 
occurred to her to come to him.  They spent several minutes in small talk, 
discussing the gym and her upcoming trip.  It was all completely innocuous, 
but her subtle perfume and how she looked as she leaned against his desk 
while they talked was arousing more then lust.  Fortunately, it wasn't until 
she walked out that Brad started to panic.

	This was bad.  He did not want to fall for this girl.  She was too young 
and they were too different.  He left his cube and went outside.  It was a 
nice day - sun shining, low humidity, and he took a deep breath.  It would 
be fine.  She wasn't coming on to him, and he knew that when they met as 
Edge and need2sub, as they eventually must, she would solve the problem for 
him.  He calmed down and went back inside and lost himself in work for a few 
more hours.

	Finally, near the end of the day, he activated ICQ.  need2sub was on and he 
messaged her.

	need2sub:  Hello Sir.
	Edge:  Hi.  How are you doing today?
	need2sub:  Fine Sir, although i am very horny.
	Edge:  Oh?  I would have thought that last night's orgasm would have taken 
care of that <EG>
	need2sub:  It might have if i almost hadn't gotten caught cleaning off the 
chair.  Just the idea that KC almost caught me licking off my own cunt juice 
from a chair got me going again.
	Edge:  Why?
	need2sub:  <Blushing>  well... it started a fantasy which had me end up 
licking off something else.
	Edge:  <looking innocent>  Oh?  What were you fantasizing about licking 
off?
	need2sub:  <very red now>  You know what, Sir.

	Brad activated the cameras.  Donna had her hand between her legs and it was 
obvious that she was soaked.  Then her legs closed as she removed her hand.


	Edge:  Yes, my little slut, I can guess.  But I want you to tell me.


	need2sub:  i was thinking of licking off her pussy.
	Edge:  So, you're horny now.  If I order you to play with yourself, can you 
do that?  I assume that you're at work.
	need2sub:  i'm at work, but if You want me to, i'll follow Your orders.
	Edge:  I wouldn't want you to get into trouble.
	need2sub:  i'll be very careful.

	Brad's eyes were glued to the video on his laptop.  Then he almost made a 
mistake and told her to reach under her skirt.

	Edge:  OK - what are you wearing?
	need2sub:  i have on a short skirt, panties, a tight, sleeveless top and a 
bra.
	Edge:  Hmm.  Sounds nice.  OK, why don't you start rubbing that hot little 
pussy of yours through your panties.
	need2sub:  Yes Sir.  i am SOOO wet.  <giggling>  Not that that's anything 
new.  Especially around You.

	Brad watched her long fingers slid up and down the obviously wet silk 
covering her pussy.  He shifted around to ease the position of his erection.

	Edge:  I bet you like how that feels.  Imagine if KC had found you...you 
kneeling there, obviously just having had an orgasm, licking your own cream 
off the seat.
	need2sub:  Oh God Sir.  This could be bad - i don't know if i can stay 
quiet while cumming here.
	Edge:  I understand.  But if you don't take this opportunity, you won't get 
an orgasm until after you come back.
	need2sub:  Oooo. You're mean.
	Edge:  She would ask you what you were doing and by my orders, you would 
tell her using graphic language.  She would kneel down, her body fresh and 
warm from her shower, her face close to yours and ask in a whisper what it 
tasted like.  Her face would get close to yours - your face which has traces 
of your pussy juice on it.  You notice her pupils are dilated with lust.  
Hesitantly she moves closer to you and her tongue licks your lips.

	Brad looked at the camera.  Donna's face was flushed with lust, and her 
hand was frantically rubbing her sex through her panties.

	Edge:  If you can do it, put your hand inside your panties now.
	need2sub:  Yes Sir.

	He watched as she spread her legs a little wider, then moved aside the 
strip of silk covering her sex.  Long fingers began to rub her cleft.

	Edge:  Since you're no doubt typing at a disadvantage, I'll assume that 
you'd let KC lick your juices off your lips.
	need2sub:  yes
	Edge:  She would comment that you taste very sexy and lick you again.  She 
asks if your Master will let you have sex with someone else.  You lean back 
surprised, even though she was just licking your face.  You can see that she 
is quite aroused, her towel has slipped and exposed her breasts.  Her 
nipples are very hard, no doubt due to a combination of cooler air and her 
arousal.
	need2sub:  ohSir  im so close
	Edge:  You are shaking.  You have been told that you may not accept sex 
from KC, but you may service her if she asks you to.  You begin to explain 
this to her.

	Brad looked at the video and saw that Donna's eye's were slitted with 
pleasure. She was off in her own world. Thus he was looking at the right 
place at the right time when he saw someone appear at the entrance of 
Donna's cube.  There was absolutely nothing he could do to warn her.  
Amazingly, she did notice and quickly slid her chair closer to her desk.  It 
was obviously difficult for her to switch gears, but she slowly pulled her 
hand out of her crotch as she spoke to the Erin - one of the other 
programmers.  She typed as she did.

	need2sub:  person here.
	Edge:  I'll wait.

	Brad did wait until he saw Erin leave the cube.  Donna's hand went right 
back to her uncovered sex.

	need2sub:  clear.
	Edge:  Hmmm.  Well, I think that we should pick this up another time, yes?  
I wouldn't want you to get caught.

	He knew this would be torture for Donna.

	need2sub:  Sir, You are so cruel!
	Edge:  Yes dear.  Now clean your hand and return to work.
	need2sub:  Yes Sir.  You are VERY cruel.  Perhaps You'll be online to
night?
	Edge:  Unfortunately not, I have
plans that will keep me out pretty late and I have to work tomorrow.
	need2sub:  i understand.  i have to leave tomorrow.  <looking at you 
hopefully>  Do you have any orders for me for tonight?
	Edge:  Actually, until you asked, no.  But since you asked, I think that it 
would be good for you to spend some time masturbating tonight.  Of course, 
you shouldn't cum.
	need2sub:  Sir!  That will drive me crazy!
	Edge:  I understand.  Make sure that you're naked around the house too.  
Who knows?  Maybe KC will take pity on you.  Because that's the only way 
you'll be allowed to cum tonight.  If KC gives you an orgasm.  Since we both 
highly doubt that will happen, I guess you'll be a little frustrated until 
you get back.  Of course, there is always the possibility that you'll offer 
up something in exchange for an orgasm.  If you think of something, let me 
know.
	need2sub:  What sort of something?
	Edge:  Use your imagination.  I know that you have a good one.  Anyway, I 
have to go and I'll look forward to hearing from you tomorrow.

	They signed off and Brad could tell that Donna was a very aroused and 
frustrated young lady.  He was pretty aroused himself, but he figured it was 
worse for her.  If she followed his rules, she wouldn't be able to orgasm 
until she returned - or found something to exchange for it.  He had no idea 
what she'd come up with, if anything.

	Brad bumped into Donna on his way out for the day.  They spoke only 
briefly, thankfully for his sanity, and she said that she'd see him next 
week.  At one point she had to move aside to let a coworker pass by and he 
could smell her perfume again.  Only now it was mixed with the no longer 
subtle scent of her arousal and it made it difficult to concentrate.  They 
left the building and he watched her walk to her car, admiring her long legs 
in that short skirt and watching her long, dark hair shine in the sun.

	Wednesday was mostly a blur as Brad tried to lose himself in work.  He was 
mostly successful, but when he checked his personal email before going home, 
there was a message from Donna.

	Hello Sir,
	  i made it home with no problem.  Well, with out many problems anyway.  In 
case You're wondering, i was  a VERY frustrated subbie last night.  i 
masturbated as You ordered but didn't cum and spending the evening naked was 
hard for me.  Especially since KC was looking so sexy and only wearing a 
friggen thong around the house.   i was leaking all over the place and 
finally gave up and went into the bedroom.  You really know how to make me 
nuts.
	  i came up with an idea for a way to 'pay' for an orgasm.  Please consider 
this picture as part of my down payment.

	  Yours
	   need2sub

	Brad opened the attached picture and blinked in surprise.  He didn't know 
where it was taken, or even how she'd managed it, but it was a picture of 
Donna in her car - with her mask on - and nothing else.  She had the door 
open and the picture was taken from outside the car.  In the background he 
could see that she was in a very public place - it looked like a rest stop.  
There was even a random person in the picture, although from where they 
were, there was no way that they could have seen her.

	He sat back and smiled.  This was one kinky and imaginative girl!  Not to 
mention pretty gutsy.  He couldn't wait to hear how she'd pulled this off.  
Most likely with a tripod and a timer.  Still. he was quite impressed.  Not 
impressed enough to give her an orgasm.  Yet.

	His thoughts on the drive home were quite distracting.  He really had no 
idea where her parents lived, but had assumed that it was at least a few 
hours away from here.

	Brad booted up his computer when he got home and brought up the email that 
she'd sent so that he could reply to it.

	need2sub,
	  Well now, your picture was a very nice down payment on your upcuming 
orgasm.  It was a bright spot in a rather boring day and I enjoyed it a lot. 
  I'm sure that you can send a few more my way that
will completely pay for an
orgasm, and I'm looking forward to seeing them!  By the way, what time each 
day did you decide to masturbate?

	Edge.

	Brad smiled as he sent that off.  He wondered what new heights Donna would 
go do for an orgasm.  Brad sat back and decided that dinner out would be 
good and left.  When he returned several hours later, he checked his email 
and was surprised to find another email with an attached picture.

	Sir,
    Here is another picture for Your enjoyment.  i decided on a 9 am time to 
follow Your instructions.  This first picture was taken at about 9:10.  no 
doubt that was why i had the courage to actually take the picture.  The 
parking lot was quite crowded!  In this picture, there weren't many people 
in the lot - but the store was crowded and i was terrified of being seen.  i 
think that made me a lot more horny for some reason.  i'll be sending more 
to You and i hope that i will earn that orgasm soon!   Thankfully, my folks 
were NOT home when i arrived.  i certainly needed a shower to get rid of 
the... evidence.. from the drive up.  i'll be sending more pictures as i 
can.  i have some ideas that i hope You will
approve of.  Also, i will try to ICQ You after i get up.  i'll understand if 
You are not online since You will be at work.

	Yours,
   	need2sub

	He'd been hoping that she'd send more pictures, but didn't know what she 
would have in store if she did.  He was quite surprised when he opened the 
attachment.

	This pic was taken in what looked like the parking lot at a Dennies like 
place.  Donna was on the hood of her car facing away from the windshield, 
legs spread wide and top pulled up completely exposing her breasts.  One 
hand was between her legs spreading her lips wide and he could see fluid 
arching up into the air.  He didn't know what was behind the camera, but the 
cars parked on either side of her car testified to the fact that she'd be 
easily seen if someone decided to get into their car and pull out. Behind 
her was the side of the actual restaurant.  He noted that she had put the 
mask on for the picture as well.

	Brad loved the fact that she got off on public exibition.  He did hope that 
she wouldn't get arrested at some point though. He'd have to make sure that 
he was online tomorrow morning at work.

	The next morning, on the drive in, Brad was surprised to find that he was 
looking forward to work today.  Even if he couldn't see her, at least he 
would get to message with her today.  It never occurred to him to wonder why 
it meant that much to have some actual live contact with Donna.  It occurred 
to the gremlin though, and it hid in the shadows and snickered at his 
obliviousness until he batted it out of annoyance.

	Even though he didn't figure that she'd be awake, he activated ICQ.  One 
never knew, after all.  She wasn't on though and Brad tried to concentrate 
on work to get her out of his head.  It mostly worked until about 9am when 
he realized that, on his orders, no matter where she was, right about now 
she'd be masturbating.  That was a nice thought.  He imagined her slim, long 
legs spread as she eagerly played with her wet sex, her moans as she got her 
self close to orgasm, knowing that she was not allowed to cum.  No doubt 
about it.  Unless she came up with some very interesting pictures, she'd be 
one very frustrated girl!

	He smiled as he went back to work.  It was almost quarter to ten when the 
ICQ pinged to get his attention.

	need2sub:  Good morning Sir
	Edge:  Good morning.  How are you today?
	need2sub:  INSANELY HORNY.  Sir.
	Edge:  LOL.  I see.  Well, I'm very sorry about that.  Don't know what to 
tell you though.
	need2sub:  <blinking big, soft blue eyes at you>  You could give Your slave 
permission to cum.  i'm sitting here naked, wet and ready.
	Edge:  So I take it that you masturbated as ordered?
	need2sub:  Yes Sir.  That's a very frustrating thing that You've ordered me 
to do!
	Edge:  That's sort of the point though, isn't it?
	need2sub: <sigh>  i guess it is.  i was
wondering Sir, if it would be OK for us to firm up a time to meet?  i hope 
that doesn't seem too forward, but i do have a reason for asking.

	Brad's heart was suddenly going a mile a minute.  He knew that they were 
going to meet soon, but 'soon' was a very nebulous concept when there was no 
real date attached.  He tried to think of a way to put it off.

	Edge:  Oh? And that reason would be?
	need2sub:  Ummm.. it's sort of a secret.
	Edge:  I see.  OK.  Well, when did you have in mind to meet?
	need2sub:  Would this Sunday night be OK?

	Brads heart pounded even harder.  They had already decided on a place to 
meet, but Brad had purposely not pushed for a time.  It was a difficult line 
to walk.  He didn't want to seem like he was putting her off...

	Edge:  Sure.  That sounds like a plan.   Would eight  be good?  Or would 
you prefer to have dinner first.

	There, thought Brad.  I handled that pretty well.   The gremlin didn't 
agree.  It was laughing hysterically and pointing to a picture of Brad that 
was sitting under a very small, Wile E. Coyote type umbrella as a large rock 
with Sunday's date was falling toward it.  After the rock crushed the 
umbrella, the gremlin Meeped and took off.  Brad was really not amused.

	need2sub:  No Sir.  8 is fine.
	Edge:  Great.  BTW, you did remember that you owe me a fantasy, right?
	need2sub:  Yes Sir!  i'm almost finished with it.  You said that i had 
until Friday, right?
	Edge:  yup.
	need2sub:  i just need to add a few finishing touches.
	Edge:  Sounds good to me.  I'm looking forward to reading it.
	need2sub:<Blushing very red>  i hope that You won't be offended Sir.  It's 
very explicit.
	Edge:  Oooo - now I'm looking forward to it even more!
	need2sub: <Still Blushing>As You say Sir.  Um, unfortunately, i have to go. 
  Mom's gonna be home soon, and i shouldn't be sitting here smelling and 
looking like i want to have sex.  Mother would have something to say about 
that, i'm sure!
	Edge:  I can understand that.  I'll be looking forward to your email.

	They signed off.  For the last part of the conversation, Brad had managed 
to forget about Sunday, but now it all came crashing down on him.  He 
realized that this normally wouldn't mean that much to him.  It would just 
be a first date if Donna really had been a stranger that he was meeting for 
the first time.  But she wasn't and this could really complicate his life. 
He leaned back and sighed just as a co-worker walked into his cube.  
Somehow, Brad managed to immerse himself in work for the rest of the day.

	When he got home, he checked his email hoping that Donna had sent him 
something.  He was disappointed though.  Out of frustration he went into his 
workshop and started working on some toys that he'd wanted to make for a 
while.   As he started laying the design for the first one, he realized that 
he was guesstimating Donna's proportions and customizing it for her.  He 
laughed as he realized it, thinking that perhaps he was being just a little 
bit on the optimistic side.  Still, he continued to work for a few hours, 
then decided on a quick bite to eat and then perhaps some web surfing.

	By the time he was ready to go to bed, he decided to check his email one 
last time.  There was a message from Donna waiting which he opened.

	Sir,
  	  i hope You like these pictures.  They were a lot of fun to take.

	Yours,
	need2sub

	Brad opened the first picture.  It was pretty innocuous and he was puzzled 
for a second as to why Donna would send him a picture of her and another 
woman.  Then he really started looking at the picture.

	Yes, it was of Donna and a friend of hers.  The woman was a little shorter 
then Donna.  She had larger breasts, a nose piercing (through her septum no 
less!) and short, spiky, red hair.  Her top was very revealing and he could 
see a black bra underneath.  She was quite pretty, but hardly the type of 
person that he would picture Donna being friends with.

	He examined Donna and saw that she too was wearing a top that was pretty 
easy to see through.  But she had no bra underneath to hide her breasts and 
her large, erect nipples were quite visible.  Since that was the sort of 
thing he was looking for, he almost missed the most significant thing about 
the picture: Donna wore no mask!

	He sat back in his chair for a second.  Surely, the missing mask was no 
oversight.  Then he realized that since they were going to meet anyway on 
Sunday, perhaps she figured that there was no point in wearing it anymore.

	The next picture just showed Donna.  She was wearing a very, very short 
skirt, thigh highs with tops could be seen due to the shortness of the 
skirt,  and the  high heels she had so recently bought.  There were lot's of 
people in the background, and  it looked like it was just getting dark.  It 
was a nice picture, and, considering what she was wearing, he was surprised 
that she managed to look so innocent.  Which somehow only served to make her 
look more sexy.  A second look at this picture made Brad's cock get even 
harder.  If one looked closely enough, one could see the bottom of a chain 
hanging from under her skirt.

	The next picture was of Donna sitting at the edge of a fountain.  Her head 
was turned to one side, but her body faced the camera.  She had one foot up 
on the ledge and seemed completely unaware that her charms were fully on 
display.  It was now clear that the chain glimpsed before was attached to 
clamps that had been applied  to her inner pussy lips.

	The next picture showed her with a surprised look on her face as she looked 
down between her widely spread legs at the clamps attached, quite painfully 
no doubt, to her sex.

	The following picture was a close up of her aroused pussy with one of her 
fingers scooping up a glob of her lubricant.

	It was the final picture that really got to him.   It was taken close 
enough that he could see that beneath her see-through shirt, she had applied 
the nipple nooses and her thick nubs were obviously swollen.  But it was the 
incredibly aroused look on her face coupled with the fact that she had slid 
her juice soaked finger into her mouth to suck on.

	It took Brad very little time to relieve himself, all the while wishing 
that she was here instead of wherever she was.  When he finished and 
composed himself a bit he started to think about the pictures with a bit 
less lust on the brain, and came up with several questions.  So he opened up 
his email.

	need2sub,
	  Very nice pictures.  I feel sure that that elusive orgasm is almost in 
your grasp.  In the mean time, I was wondering who your friend is and if she 
took, as I suspect she did, some of the later pictures in the group you 
sent.

	Also, I'm sure that you'll have that fantasy I asked for by Friday night... 
right?  After all, it would be such a shame for the orgasm you are so close 
to earning to be lost because you weren't able to comply with my request.

	I hope you are enjoying yourself, and I'll look forward to hearing from you 
soon.

	Edge

	Friday was surprisingly busy.  Normally things were pretty quite on a 
Friday, but this day, it was non stop chaos and by the time that Brad left 
he was just a bit frazzled.  He'd barely had the time to each lunch, never 
mind check email and on the drive home he was thinking about having a nice, 
quiet weekend.  That, of course, reminded him that he was meeting Donna for 
the 'first' time this Sunday.  So much for a calm weekend.

	He opened up his email when he got home to look for Donna's email.  There 
was one waiting and he eagerly opened it.


	Sir,
	  Here is the fantasy that You told me to write.  i tried to make it as 
real as i could, but having never experienced anal sex before, i can only 
guess at how i'd feel.  i know that i have a Master doing it in the story, 
but remember, i mentioned when we first started talking that i'd only let my 
Master have me in that way.  Anyway, i hope You are well
and enjoying the pictures i've sent
You.  i know i enjoyed taking them!

	You asked who was helping me take the pictures.  She is an old friend of 
mine.  It's funny, *she* used to be the conservative one of us!  At least as 
conservative as we ever were.  Not anymore.  i'm sure that You'll enjoy the 
pictures that we plan on taking tonight.  i'll email them when i get home, 
and i hope that if they please You, You'll let me know if i may have my 
orgasm Sat. morning.  i'm really going nuts!

				                  ***

	Master woke me early this morning, His tongue sliding over my sex.  Then, 
once i was fullyawake he switched to using His fingers, stroking me almost 
to orgasm while slowly empting His bladder into my mouth.  It always makes 
me feel so submissive when He does this to me.  i was shaking with the need 
to cum by the time He finished.  i'd done well - i'd spilled nothing and 
hoped to be rewarded with an orgasm.  It was not to be.  He got out of bed 
and told me
to start the shower.  i did so and wondered if i would be allowed to join 
Him.  i soon found i wasn't.  After He finished showering, He leaned close 
to my kneeling form and whispered that tonight would be the night.  i looked 
up at Him, my heart suddenly pounding.  He grinned and told me to clean 
myself thoroughly - inside and out.  That confirmed what He had in mind.

	We had talked about it often, especially since now i am His committed 
slave.  i'd always wanted to experience anal sex, but had permitted none of 
my previous partners that kind of access - not even with a finger or tongue. 
  i'd vowed to myself that only my Master would be allowed to take me there 
for the first time.  We'd spoken about it enough that i knew what was 
expected of me.  He left the bathroom and i began to prepare myself.  i 
evacuated my bowels, then gave myself an enema.  The enema had been His idea 
- He is a bit more fastidious then i.  After that, i brushed my teeth and 
showered, ensuring that i was shaved exactly as Master liked.

	i had no idea when He was going to take me - it could be as i stepped out 
of the bathroom, or at any time today.  That lack of knowledge reinforced 
that i was His to use when ever He wanted and it started my juices flowing.  
Again.  Not good, considering how wet i get and the fact that i was 
forbidden clothes in the house.  Knowing Master would be able to see how 
aroused i was, was somewhat humiliating - it was obvious proof that the idea 
of getting my ass fucked for the first time really turned me on.

	He had made breakfast for us both and since we were in 'play space', i 
knelt at the side of His chair while He fed me a light breakfast of fruit 
and toast.  As always, when we played for an extended time, i never knew 
when i would be fed.  Or how.  Afterwards, i cleaned the kitchen, Master 
often kissing me and sliding His fingers inside me and pinching my nipples.  
i was soaked and if He didn't have me suck his fingers clean, He would wipe 
them off on my belly or breasts.  i smelled like sex.

	He left before i finished and i found Him in the living room where He
motioned for me to kneel over the padded foot rest.  There, for what seemed 
for ever, He alternated between whipping my ass with a belt, and slowly 
finger fucking me until i was begging Him to let me cum.  His response was 
to tie me in a strict hog tie (with no crotch rope, no doubt because He knew 
i could cum that way).  He added a nice hair tie, which pulled my head very 
far back, and a bit gag.  Then He left me there with a small remote in one 
hand that i could push if i started to cramp.  It would activate a loud bell 
that could be heard anywhere in the house.  He sat down in the computer room 
and started using the computer, letting me lay there in frustration.  i love 
to be tightly bound for a long time - it really pushes me into subspace.

	Again, i have no idea how long i was left there.  my shoulders started to 
hurt a bit and my breasts and belly were stinging from the carpet.  i 
couldn't easily swallow and drool was escaping from my mouth - adding to
my humiliation and arousal.  Master
says He loves the way i look when i can't swallow - it makes Him think of 
what my face would look like after i've been eating pussy.  Finally Master 
returned and untied me, slowly releasing my limbs and gently rubbing them.  
Then He bent me over that fucking stool again and spent another interminable 
amount of time whipping my ass and teasing my sex.  i was almost incoherent 
when He stopped this time, tears in my eyes as i begged to cum.  Again i was 
denied and He tied me on my back - more as a way of keeping me from 
masturbating then anything else, i think, and went into the kitchen.  He 
came back with a light lunch - which i got none of and some water, which He 
gave me plenty of.  While He often keeps me from eating, He *never* keeps me 
from water.  Dehydration is not fun and we both know it.

	Again He gently stroked my soaked pussy, then started in on my breasts with 
the belt.  i love to have my breasts whipped.  my long, hard nipples enjoyed 
His attentions and He kept it up until my skin was quite red - but there 
were no welts.  i could feel my pussy contracting, begging for something to 
fill it.  Again, it was not to be.

	He left me there for at least another half hour, (i know because He watched 
a half hour show on TV) then informed me we were going out.  He let me up, 
and we went upstairs to get ready to go out.  i saw that it was now mid 
afternoon.  We dressed very casually, him in shorts, a tee-shirt, and 
sneakers
and me in a very short wrap around skirt, a loose midriff tank top and very 
high heeled sandals.  Master often likes me to dress in revealing clothing - 
especially since i'm only allowed to shave from the waist down.  He knows 
that it embarrasses me when people look at me and i do attract attention.  
Fortunately, the skirt was dark, so the inevitable wet spot that i was going 
to make would not be too noticeable.  Of course, my scent was another matter 
and anyone standing near me would have no problem telling how aroused i was, 
especially since Master had been cleaning his hands on my breasts and 
stomach after sliding them around my cunt.  i mentioned that i had to pee, 
but was not allowed to use the bathroom.  No surprise there.  The final 
touch was the dark red choker that served as my collar while i was in 
public.

	We went out to the car - i had no idea where we were going, and got in.  As 
soon as we did, i was told to remove my top.  The windows are tinted, but it 
was broad daylight and anyone looking in could see me if they tried.  i was 
also told to pull my skirt up around my waist and spread my legs.  Knowing 
how much i lubricate, Master had me sitting on a towel.  He handed me a set 
of nipple clamps and told me to put them on.  This set was one of the 
stronger sets and they pinched a lot when they went on.  The fire burned 
down to my belly and my sex, inching my arousal up just a bit.  The bouncing 
movement of the car didn't help.

	We drove to one of the local movie theaters and Master told me we were 
going to see a matinee.  It was a movie that i was only mildly interested 
in, but one that Master wanted to see.  He removed the clamps and i gasped 
from the sudden burning in my nipples.

	i was still leaking from the ride over.  i knew that people had seen my 
naked breasts and my tightly clamped nipples on the drive over.  It excited 
me a lot.  As had the occasional probing of my Master's fingers sliding over 
my slick pussy.  The car smelled like sex.

	Master had me put on my top before getting out of the car as getting 
arrested wasn't part of the day's plans and asked if i had to pee.  i nodded 
yes and He grinned and told me to go ahead.  i looked around and saw that if 
i squatted, there was only a small chance of being seen.  There weren't a 
lot of people in the lot, but an alert person would see what i was doing.  
Master knows how to excite me.  The thrill of getting caught always sets me 
on fire, especially doing something like this.  i pulled up my skirt, 
squatted and held my sex open with my fingers.  It was a relief to empty my
bladder and sexy to be doing it at
my Master's command in a public place.  He bent and whispered that i was 
such a sexy slut, which made me moan.

	We walked into the theatre and when the air conditioning hit my nipples 
they hardened and were easy to see through the shirt.  And they were seen, 
because i saw many people's heads turn.  Certainly the guy who sold us our 
tickets noticed.  Master made me wait directly outside the men's room while 
He went it.  As i waited i noticed a very hot blond girl.  She couldn't have 
been more than 16 and when she caught me looking at her she sort of eyed me 
up and down, then sniffed and tossed her head.  That pissed me off and when 
Master came out, i told him what happened.  He looked over at her, and she 
at us, sniffing again and turning her nose up at us.  Master looked at me, 
then laughed.

	i was puzzled and He leaned over and whispered into my ear that she had a 
nice body, but there was no way she'd be able to use hers as well as i used 
mine.  She looked too much like a stuck up little girl trying to be a grown 
up.  As i thought about what my day had already been like, i realized that 
he was right and we were both chuckling as we walked into the theater.  i 
think she noticed and was a bit miffed.

	Unsurprisingly, i don't remember much of the movie.  As soon as the 
previews started Master handed me a set of nipple nooses to put on.  i 
looked around and saw that most people were not paying me any attention and 
started to put my hand under my shirt.  Master stopped me and nodded His 
head over to another row.  The blond we'd seen earlier was looking at us.  
Master whispered that i should give her something to look at.  i blushed, 
but lifted my shirt and pulled one nipple erect and slid the loop over it.  
The girl couldn't look away as i repeated the action.  i ached with desire 
as i pulled down my shirt.  Master spent the entire movie fingering me and 
pulling on the nipple chain.  When His hands got too wet, He had me suck 
them clean.  i don't think the blond saw much of the movie either.

	As the credits were rolling, Master had me remove the nooses, giving our 
little voyeur yet another show.  We stood up and left.  Master drove us to a 
restaurant.  Not a real up scale one, but not a diner.  i was topless for 
the drive, of course, and starting to wonder how much more of this i could 
take.  We had a wonderful early dinner, not that i was allowed much to eat.  
Only a salad, some water and a bit of wine, but i was too excited and 
aroused to eat anyway.  We left and when we got into the car, Master had me 
strip completely - shoes and everything.  i was having a hard time keeping 
my hands off my body, so Master had me reach behind me and hold onto the 
head rest.  Instead of going home, He decided to drive around in the dusk.  
With my window down.

	When we arrived home, i was in a total state.  Master made me get out of 
the car and walk naked into the house.  It was dark so i don't think that 
anyone saw me.

	As soon as we were inside, Master grabbed me and pushed me against the 
wall, pinning me as He bent down to kiss me.  i was breathless as He
broke the kiss.  Master told me to go kneel in the living room and 
disappeared.  When He returned, He had a real collar and some toys with Him. 
  He removed my 'public' collar and placed the heavy leather training collar 
around my neck.  Then He tied my arms, hands and breasts using a clever 
placement of ropes.  My hands and arms were bound with my hands between my 
shoulder blades.  It's a pretty strict position, but i've been trained to be 
very flexible.  The way the ropes were tied made my small breasts bulge, and 
any shifting of my hands or arms tightened the breast ropes.  I could feel 
my breasts and nipples swelling and they were already very sensitive from 
all the play today.  Master clipped a leash to my collar and pulled me to my 
feet.  We went into the kitchen where i knelt as He got himself something to 
drink.  He fed me some water as well and asked me if i was hot.  Since His 
fingers
were in my soaked cunt at the time,
it wasn't as if He couldn't tell, but He likes to hear how much His 
treatment of me makes me feel as much as i like to tell Him.

	i admitted that i was very hot, and awaiting His pleasure.  He smiled and 
told me to wait for Him in the bedroom.  i went in and knelt at the base of 
the bed.  He came in and knelt between my legs.  i jumped as He slid an ice 
cube inside of me.  He's done that before, saying that He hopes it will help 
me cool down while knowing full well that the sensation drives me wild.  
Then, as the water slowly dripped out of me, He positioned me on the bed 
face down.  He tied me on my knees with my legs spread wide.  A tight 
leather strap around my belly was attached to the bed and kept me from 
moving around too much.  We both knew my first time was going to hurt - 
Master's cock is quite large.

	After i was more or less immobile, Master decided it was time to tease me 
more.  After not being allowed to cum all day, it didn't take me long to
beg to cum.  i knew that He wasn't planning on letting me cum until i lost 
the last of my virginities, but it didn't stop me from begging anyway.  
Especially when He decided to slide is cock into my sex.  i love being 
forcefully fucked and Master was really slamming into me.  He pulled out far 
too soon and i could feel my lower muscles clenching uselessly in an effort 
to keep Him inside me.

	i was panting and still begging for an orgasm when He whispered in my ear 
that He planning to use my cunt juice as lubricant.  i moaned as i felt
Him scooping up some of my copious juice on His cock and spreading it over 
my anus.  i jumped, for the first time realizing how sensitive it was to the 
touch.  He thoroughly coated me, then began to push inside.

	It took quite a while to get Him inside me.  As i said, He is large, and i 
had never been penetrated there before.  The pain was intense, that's for 
sure, but i like pain and i was deep in subspace.  Besides, the satisfaction 
i felt as i swallowed His cock with my nether hole for the first time was 
immense.  Even after i had relaxed enough to take Him, it was still painful, 
and i was grateful that His pace was slow.

	As much as it hurt, it was still very pleasurable and i found myself 
wondering if, in the future, i'd be able to cum this way.  But then His pace 
picked up and his fingers found my clit.  i started begging to cum almost 
immediatly.  He told me that i would have to wait until He started to cum.  
It wasn't long before He finally gave me permission then started whispering 
filthy things in my ear.  He whispered what a slut i was to get off on being 
tied up and used in such a position.  He told me how good the tightness of 
my ass felt as his cock slid in and out and reminded me that i *would* be 
performing the acts i'd begged for as part of my fantasy.  As i felt his 
thrusts get harder, i started to cum, His own orgasm starting almost at the 
same time.  my orgasm was incredibly intense and He was still inside me when 
i came down.  He pulled out and i lay there and panted, feeling His cum 
start to ooze out of my distended asshole.  As i had requested, He 
approached my face, roughly grabbing my hair, and i opened my mouth to clean 
Him.  i knew that i was in for more punishment because i orgamsed with out 
permission while i did it.  It was worth it.

	                        ****
	There it is Sir.  i hope You enjoyed reading it as much as i enjoyed
writing it.  This isn't just a fantasy for me - i would happily do any of 
what i described for my Master.

	Have a good night Sir.

	need2sub

	Brad read through her fantasy twice, even pulling up some of the old 
pictures and looking at them as he read it.  He held back as long as he 
could and came very hard at the end of the story.  He went and cleaned 
himself up hoping and praying that his meeting with Donna went well.

	Looking around the house, Brad decided that he absolutely could not stay 
in.  He needed to get out for a while and get himself together.
While he was out, he remembered
that Donna was going to be sending more pictures tonight.  Considering that 
she had a tendency to escalate things as she went along, he started to get 
really curious about what she was going to be sending.

	He got home just after eleven and rushed to check his email. He was 
surprised to find nothing.  He decided that he'd wait a while to see if 
anything came through but by midnight nothing had and he decided to go to 
bed.   His dreams echoed with the visions that her fantasy had produced.

	He got up feeling mostly rested at around 8 am.  After taking care of some 
morning necessities he booted up the computer and logged on.  As usual, 
there were over 30 spam messages to delete but there was one message from 
need2sub, with attachments, that he eagerly opened.

	Sir,
	  i hope that You received my email from last night and that my fantasy 
didn't turn You off.   i also hope that You enjoy these pictures as they are 
the last set i'll be able to send.  Tonight i have to go out with the folks 
for dinner and we're spending most of the day together today.  Tomorrow i'm 
leaving for home and, providing You are still interested, our meeting.

	i would have sent these last night, but my friend and i were out until 
after one, then i had to put them on the computer and pick the ones i wanted 
to send.

	i hope that You enjoy these.  i'll check my email before 9am, in case there 
is the chance that i've earned my orgasm, i can take advantage of it at 
nine.  All this sexual frustration is making me nuts - and even more horny 
to know that You are controlling my pleasure - and when i may have that 
pleasure.

	BTW, is there anything special that You will want me to wear for Sunday?  i 
am Yours to command.

	need2sub

	Brad smiled.  He decided to take a quick glance at the pictures, then shoot 
off an email to tell her to enjoy her orgasm.  Even if the pics she had sent 
were completely vanilla, she had more than earned her orgasm.

	The pictures were anything but vanilla and it took no time at all for him 
to get hard.  But he knew that it would take time to thoroughly look at the 
pictures and he didn't want Donna to suffer any more.  Well... not unless he 
could cause it more directly.  So he sent off a quick message.

	need2sub,
	  Congratulations.  You have earned your orgasm.  You may have one this 
morning during your normal 'session'.  However, I expect that you will pick 
a time later today when you will masturbate again at which time the normal 
rules will apply - meaning you may not cum.  Also, I'd like you to 
masturbate twice tomorrow as well.  You may not cum then either.
	For tomorrow night, feel free to wear what ever you'd like.  As long as you 
think it will please me.

	Have a fun day,
	Edge.

	He send that off and started to view the latest pictures she'd sent more 
closely.  The first one showed Donna and her friend standing in front of 
some club.  They were both dressed to the hilt in skimpy, eye catching 
clothes.  Brad once more wondered about what sort of relationship she had 
with her friend.

	The next picture was taken inside of the club.  They had gotten a table and 
Donna's back was to the crowd.  Her legs were spread and it was easy to see 
her panties underneath her dress.

	The next picture really made him smile, since it was essentially the same 
picture, but this time her panties were dangling from one hand.  There was a 
startled look on a woman's face who was standing behind her who had 
apparently realized what was in Donna's hand.

	In the next picture, she was pushing her panties into her pussy.  They were 
almost in and her other hand was spreading her nether lips.

	Brad was absolutely amazed that she was doing this in a public club.  Of 
course, it was unlikely that she would be seen, if she were positioned 
right.  But it was still taking some serious chances.  Well, if she had no 
problem performing those acts in a normal night club, perhaps she would have 
no problem with public play in *his*
kind of club.

	The next picture, however, was the
real shocker of the group.  She had scooted forward to the edge of her chair 
and held a wide rimmed glass between her legs.  All Brad could think, as she 
emptied herself into the glass, was that she had excellent aim.

	The next picture showed a close-up of her face as she sipped from the salt 
(or sugar) frosted rim of the glass.

	Brad was absolutely amazed at the sheer boldness of the girl.  There was so 
much tied up in these pictures that it made his head spin.  The fact that 
she had entrusted them to him, how incredibly kinky Donna was and how much 
of a risk she was taking doing this in a public place.  Not to mention how 
close a friend the other woman had to be to take the pictures in the first 
place.

	Apparently, the woman was quite a close friend.  The final picture showed 
them kissing and it wasn't a friendly little peck on the cheek either.  The 
picture was quite erotic and had definitely attracted the attention of a few 
people who were in the background.  Now who the hell had taken *that* 
picture?

	Brad remembered that Donna had said that she'd never done more than kiss 
another woman.  He wondered if this was the one she had been talking about.

	Brad spend the rest of the day in a contemplative mood.  He thought a lot 
about Donna, what she'd done, the pictures she'd sent him and tried to 
imagine them meeting and her reaction to knowing that she'd been sending all 
that stuff to a co-worker.  And not one of the young, hip co-workers either. 
  The thought was depressing.  Would she be upset? embarrassed?  Angry and 
thinking that he had deceived her by not telling her who he was?

	By noon Brad was  pacing around the house.  That was when he remembered the 
cameras at the office.  He jumped up and got into his car hoping that there 
wouldn't be anyone there.

	There wasn't and Brad spent a lot of time removing the cameras and covering 
his tracks.  After all, if Donna was pissed that he was who he was and 
managed to stumbled onto the things life would become very unpleasant.   He 
didn't want to think about what that would do to his career.

	By later that day, Brad was an absolute wreck.  He finally decided to call 
some of his friends and see if they were interested in going out.  Going to 
the BDSM club tonight was not an option.  He couldn't concentrate on 
anything and if he did manage to get into a scene with someone, it wouldn't 
be fair to her.  Or safe since he wasn't really concentrating well.

	Saturday night he didn't sleep well at all.  He'd driven past the club 
where they were going to meet and it had done little for his piece of mind.  
Lot's of the young and beautiful crowd hung around the place.  It was 
somewhere that Brad really didn't fit in and meeting Donna there was going 
to be very unsettling.

	Sunday morning found him staring at the ceiling while greeting the dawn.  
He decided that a vigorous workout would be just the thing, grabbed a light 
breakfast and headed to the gym.  At the end of his workout, he saw KC doing 
an aerobics class.  Looking in the large window made him think that it 
really should be called erotics class as it was a veritable sea of sweat 
slicked, lithe female bodies.  Naturally, only someone with a dirty, sex 
obsessed mind would think of it that way.  Brad grinned ruefully to himself 
knowing how well he fit into that category.

	The workout had managed to keep him from thinking about the meeting this 
evening, but after his shower it all came back.  What was going to happen 
when she discovered Edge was him, a co-worker instead of a young studly guy? 
  Would she just leave him right then and there?

	Finally, it was time to go.  Brad did his best to look calm and confident 
in the mirror, standing there in black jeans and a blue silk shirt.  
Fortunately, he looked much more calm then he actually was and the drive to 
the club, where he was arriving a half hour before the appointed time, was 
done in almost a daze.   Somewhere along the way, he decided that what ever 
was going to
happen was going to happen and the best way to meet it was to be in Dom
Mode.  After all, it was the Dom in him, Edge, that Donna wanted and 
responded to.  He never walked into a BDSM club, and certainly never did a 
scene, without being in the correct frame of mind.  This, he decided, would 
be no different.  He wasn't meeting Donna as Brad the programmer, he was 
meeting her as Edge, or at least the mind who had created and directed or 
inspired many of the wild fantasies that need2sub had carried out and, 
apparently, craved.

	He smiled at the cute redhead teener that took his cover charge and headed 
to a table in one of the darker corners where he could observe the room, but 
it would be difficult to see him and settled down to wait.

	The waitress who came to take his order was very friendly and spent some 
time talking rather then just taking his order.  It was only after she'd 
left the second time, after delivering his Guinness, that he realized that 
he'd treated her as he would have any sub that might have been serving in a 
BDSM club.  Oops.

	It wasn't that he'd been overly commanding, that wasn't his style.  There 
was just the easy assumption that she would do whatever he asked - no matter 
what that was.  No overtly sexual innuendoes either.  That wasn't Brad's 
style unless the sub in question was his or had been given to him to play 
with.  Doubtless she had not even noticed his attitude.  It obviously hadn't 
offended, her since she'd stayed around to chat until getting pulled away by 
another waitress.

	It occurred to Brad that Donna had never seen a picture of him, and 
wondered what would happen when she saw him.  Naturally there was no way she 
would realize that he was, indeed, Edge.  There was something else in the 
back of his mind, bothering him, but he was too distracted by actually 
watching for Donna to really bring it to the front and examine it. The place 
was beginning to get crowded.

	Suddenly he tensed.  Holy shit what was KC doing here? The woman walked 
right passed him, dressed to impress and didn't give him a second look.   
Brad sat back and continued to nurse his beer.  The crowd got thicker and 
Brad almost missed when Donna walked in.

	His eyes narrowed as he looked at his co-worker/online slave.  Like KC, she 
was also dressed in a very sexy manner.  She was wearing the heels, of 
course, but was not dressed in a super short skirt or anything.  No, she'd 
gone for a skirt that came to just above her knees and a skin tight black 
top.  Her long hair was brushed to a beautiful shine and hung simply down 
her back.  It wasn't how she was dressed that caught his attention though.  
It was the guy she was with.  Brad didn't recognize him, but he recognized 
the type.  Tall, lean and very good looking and he was walking with his arm 
around Donna's shoulders.  Brad was not amused.

	He continued to watch as they went up to the bar and slid into a couple of 
very recently vacated spots.  They were obviously talking and Brad could 
see, now that Donna was sitting down that her skirt wasn't as conservative 
as he'd thought.  It was slit almost up to her waist and he could see that 
if she was wearing underwear, it could only be a thong.  Very nice.  He 
noticed that the view didn't escape her male companion either.  Brad 
wondered what he should do since he was very reluctant to approach her while 
she was with this guy.

	KC appeared on the scene and the guy was introduced.  Brad sighed and got 
to his feet thinking that he'd use the restroom before figuring out how to 
present himself to Donna.  He got somewhat distracted by people jostling 
him, and when he started toward the bathroom, he saw that Donna and her 
friends were between him and his destination.  Not only that, but they were 
heading right for him, Donna having apparently spotted him.  She waved 
cheerily.  Uh Oh.

	Well it was too late to back out now as they were obviously heading toward 
him.

	Introductions were made.  Donna introduced Brad as her co-worker and gave 
him KC and Dave's names.  Naturally there was no way for Brad to introduce 
himself as anything other than Brad.  Donna suggested that they get a table 
together and Brad agreed - what else could he do - but excused himself to go 
to the bathroom.  Donna was at the table by herself when he returned.

	He sat down, trying to think of what to tell her now that they were alone.  
She looked at him and gave him a wide grin.

	"So, what do I call you?  Brad, Edge or just Sir?"  she asked.

	Brad just blinked. "Excuse me?"

	"What would you prefer I call you?"

	Brad was confused, all thoughts of how to introduce himself as Edge 
crashing around him in confusion.  He said nothing for a moment and Donna 
just waited, a small smile on her face.  There was no point whatsoever in 
denying what she'd said.  He was there to meet her, but what the hell was 
going on?  How could she have possibly known...

	That's when it hit him.  He should have at least been suspicious when she'd 
never even requested a picture of him!  She'd never asked for any personal 
information, beyond those first conversations when she'd asked a few 
questions about what he looked like.  How could he have been so bind!

	He laughed softly shaking his head and said, "How long have you known?"

	Donna leaned forward with an even bigger smile on her face.  "I knew who 
you were when I contacted you."

	"How could you have possibly known?"

	"Well, I was in your cube one day looking for some of our source code.  I 
didn't want to run back to my computer and thought I'd just print it from 
yours.  I didn't realize at the time that the laptop was yours rather then 
the companie's and when I was searching through the directories, I saw the 
one for your web page.  I love hardcore writing, so it immediately caught my 
attention. Since it was obviously the web page source, it became obvious 
that you were the one writing it. "

	"But," broke in Brad, "that stuff is always hidden on the hard drive.  How 
could you have found it?"

	"It wasn't hidden when I found it.  I noted the name that you were using, 
hunted down the page online and started reading."  Her eyes lowered.  "Those 
were some very hot nights!"

"Son-uv-a-bitch," said Brad as he sat back in his chair.  She'd known all 
along!  Now that he thought about it, there had been a few times that he 
hadn't activated the protection on the hard drive.

	"I hope that you aren't angry with me, Sir," she said with a worried look 
on her face.

	"No... not at all.  Just a bit shocked is all.  I've spent the last day 
trying to figure out how to tell you it was me and here you knew all along!"

	There was a bit of an awkward silence.  Donna looked very worried.

	"I..I know that you've known who I am.  I sent you pictures,"  she said 
turning very red," and I was also worried that you would be upset that you'd 
started a relationship with a co-worker.  When did you figure out who I 
was?"

	There was no way he was going to tell her about the cameras!  He had to 
think fast.

	"I was pretty sure after our presentation.  I wasn't completely sure, but 
then I followed you the day you did those errands.  Plus some of your 
actions on previous days as need2sub meshed very well with what I'd observed 
you doing during the day."  he gave her a wicked grin.

	Donna put her hand over her mouth and gasped.  "You were there?  You saw 
all that??"

	"Not all, but most.  I couldn't follow you everywhere with out being seen.  
But I was there when the bikers propositioned you."

	"God, I was scared to death."

	"You handled yourself well.  If things had gone badly... Well, I had a cell 
phone."

	Conversation started to come easier after that.  They laughed about the 
situation they were in.  Brad asked her how her trip had been and they 
talked a bit about that.  He was very curious who her friend had been.

	"Oh, yeah.  That's Erin.  We've known each other since we were kids.  She 
knew all about us because I've been emailing her and talking on the phone."  
Donna smiled, "And she thought *she* was the adventurous one!"

	Again there was silence between them, less strained this time.  Donna 
leaned toward him as she spoke.

	"You did a good job of hiding your interest," she said.  "I knew you were 
interested in me from the online conversations, but you never tipped your 
hand at work.  That first time I flashed you," she colored slightly as she 
smiled, "I thought that you hadn't even seen it!  It almost made me doubt 
that you were Edge.  Of course, our later conversations showed that you were 
noticing me"

	"Oh yes.  I was noticing you all right." Brad felt something inside him 
easing, the huge tension he'd felt about coming here melting away as they 
talked with each other.  Then a thought occurred to him.  "By the way, you 
remember all those times you referred to me as gay?"

	Donna gulped, "Um yes Sir.  I'm sorry Sir."

	He chuckled, "Oh that's OK.  I don't consider it an insult.  But it's 
occurred to me that, now that we have officially met, perhaps I could be 
afforded the opportunity to prove to you just how not gay I am."

	Donna smiled and said, "I'm sure Sir, that that could be arraigned."

	Brad leaned forward with a serious look on his face.  "Tell me Donna.  Was 
all this just an experiment for you?  Just an exploration?  Or are you 
really interested in trying out a BDSM lifestyle?  And if so, do you really 
want someone as extreme as you now know I can be to introduce you to being a 
sex slave?"

	Brad could have put the question in a more indirect manner.  But he chose 
to pose it this way on purpose, to graphically spell out what he thought was 
going on.  There was a great deal of sexual frustration building in him and 
he wanted to know if Donna was really serious about giving this a go or if 
now that the online talks were over she wanted to call it quits.  Was it him 
she was interested in or some fantasy online Master?

	"Your writing drew me in.  The online conversations that we had hooked me 
and then I started to get to know you as a person.  Once I started learning 
who you were, it was you that I was interested in.  You as a person, you as 
a Master."  She moved her chair closer to him and he could smell a hint of 
her arousal.  The points of her nipples could clearly be seen through her 
top.  "I really do want to learn to be a sex slave - your sex slave"

	Their faces were very close now.  He could feel her breath on his face and 
their lips moved even closer.  She closed her eyes as his lips lightly 
brushed hers and he pulled back.  Their lips met again, this time her mouth 
opening to eagerly accept his tongue.  It was a very slow, passionate kiss.  
When they pulled back Donna seemed slightly breathless.

	"By the way Sir, aren't I still owed an orgasm 'any way I want it?'", she 
asked with a playful smile on her face.

	"Yup.  When would you like to collect?"

	She leaned in close again and whispered, "We could always call in sick 
tomorrow."

	Brad closed his eyes for a second, and saw in his mind's eye, the gremlin.  
It was sitting in a spot light, on a tall wooden stool. It had a dunce hat 
on it's head, it's arms were crossed and it had a comical scowl on it's 
face.  Brad smiled as he opened his eyes and took Donna's hand.

	"Do you really want to wait until tomorrow?" He asked.

	She smiled and replied, "You know, I think I left my over night bag in the 
car."

End of Office Games.

Author's Afterword

	Well, that's it.  Office Games is finished.  That doesn't mean that the 
story of Brad and Donna is over.  But I can tell you that I've learned 
several valuable lessons from writing this.  Number 1 is not to start 
posting until the story has been fully written!

	This story was never meant to be this long.  Hell, it was just supposed to 
be a quick and dirty (very, very dirty) story.  However, I didn't count on 
Brad and Donna getting control of the keyboard and moving the story in 
directions that I had not envisioned.  Still and all, many people enjoyed it 
and that makes me very happy.

	It's been fun writing it, though, and I thank all the people who sent me 
suggestions.  I did use some of them and it was a blast working them into 
the story.  All of the emails that I was sent regarding the story were very 
much appreciated, and I hope that I didn't miss replying to any of them.

	Don't know when I'll post another story.  It might be a while.  Because of 
various and sundry things, I'm reduced nowadays to doing most of my writing 
on a friggin' Palm Pilot.  Could be worse, but it does make things a little 
more difficult.

	Anyway, if you liked this, I do have more stories budding in my brain and 
hopefully many of them will see the light of day.  Or at least the news 
groups.  I will try and format this for the web so that I can put it, and 
part 12 up on my site.

	~Pen~







~Pen~
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/DarkPen/www
"But if I go cold/ I won't get sold/ I'll get
put in the back /On the discount rack/
Like another can of beans..."  B. Joel


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