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Amazon dot cum Ch. 3
by Couture
email: couture_writes@hotmail.com
(FF, MF, domination, chastity)
Please do not read if under 18 years of age or
offended by sexually explicit stories and situations.
(c) 2002 Couture
***********
My night's sleep was fitful at best. I awoke several
times with images of Thandi and of servicing her.
God, what was happening to me? I went to the bathroom
to get ready, doing my best to hide the dark circles
under my eyes and get dressed, complete with my new
earrings. I went to work with butterflies in my
stomach.
I worked at my desk, and tried to catch up on the work
I missed, due to leaving early yesterday. The whole
time I worked, I worried about The Call. The Call,
that's what I referred to it as now. The Call was the
key to my sexual release as well as my subjugation.
At first, I was dreading the call, but by 10:30, I
wanted The Call. Just so I could get it over with and
I could stop worrying about it.
Finally it came. My heart beat faster when I saw her
extension flash on the phone.
"Ma'am?" I answered the phone.
"Report to my office, Pussy-girl," Thandi said.
I blushed with humiliation at how I must look rushing
to her office like a good little brown-noser. I
entered her office, closed and locked the door behind
me, and started to disrobe.
"Wait," she said, spinning her finger in the air.
"Turn around and let me see what you have on."
I spun around, modeling my outfit for her. It was
black turtleneck and a tight black skirt that went
just above my knee. It wasn't something I wore to
work, but it was the only thing that didn't look
completely stupid with the large gold earrings I was
forced to wear.
"Very nice," she said. "That's the sort of stuff a
professional woman with ambition should wear. Do you
understand me?"
It was the sort of stuff a woman who doesn't mind
putting out for a promotion would wear and
evidentially it was the sort of stuff I would be
wearing from now on. "Yes, ma'am," I replied.
She went back to working on the paperwork on her desk.
"Good, hurry up, you know what you have to do," she
said, without looking up. "I've got a report to give
before lunch, but I need to relieve some stress
first."
I hate her for cheapening the act. She acted as if it
what I was doing for her was nothing more than asking
me to fill out a report. She had no idea of the
sacrifice and how hard it was to bear this
humiliation. But, there was nothing I could do about
it, so I stripped, and laid my folded clothes on the
chair. When I moved to her side of the desk, she slid
her chair back and patted the desktop.
"Hop up and spread your legs. I need to inspect your
friend to make sure you haven't tried to sneak one
in."
God, I couldn't believe it. That was the last place I
wanted to be. There would be no way I could hide my
sexual arousal from her, but I did as she asked,
cringing as she smirked at my flushed breasts and
hardened nipples.
She inspected the lock and then rubbed her hand along
my welted thighs. "I bet you're creaming yourself
right now, aren't you Pussy-girl?"
I blushed, nodded my head, all the while avoiding her
gaze.
"Look at me girl. Look at me and answer my question."
I looked into her piercing eyes. "N-no ma'am, I'm not
c-c-creaming myself," I managed to force out, lying to
her face.
She scooted her chair back, grabbed my hair and pulled
me forcefully off the desktop. "Stop fucking around
and get to work you lying slut."
I withered under her harsh gaze. Kneeling down, I
reached underneath her skirt and removed her panties.
Her sex was wet and aroused - the odor of her musk
strong. I pushed back against the flesh on her
stomach, causing her pinkish purple clit to stand at
attention. It looked so powerful - so free, while my
poor little pearl was locked tightly away within its
steel prison.
I lightly brushed my fingertip against her nubbin,
before delving between her nether lips, coating my
finger with her nectar before I began to manipulate it
in earnest.
"Look at me," Thandi commanded, tugging on my earring.
I met her smugly superior stare.
"Every time you lie, you lose a point. Do you get the
point?" She must have read my confused look. "In
other words Pussy-girl, you just lost a point. You
now owe me ten good orgasms before I let you out of
your snug little belt."
"No please," I begged almost crying. I couldn't go
back to the beginning again.
"Get those delicate fingers back to work girl," she
said, then continued as I resumed her masturbation.
"I don't tolerate liars. You don't have anyone to
blame but yourself. Now, tell me the truth. Are you
creaming yourself?"
"Yes, ma'am," I admitted. I plunged a finger into her
pussy and she gasped.
"Is your husband suspicious? Has he mentioned
anything about your gifts?"
"He's not suspicious yet." I couldn't believe it
myself. My world had been turned upside down and all
he noticed were the earrings. "The only thing he's
noticed is the earrings."
Her lip quivered. "Did he like them?" she asked
breathlessly, grabbing hold of each of the large hoops
in my ears.
"yes-" I gasped. God I needed to cum.
"Good. Deep inside it means he approves of your new
position." She bit down on her lower lip, and thrust
her pelvis. "Did he eat my other present?" she asked.
My own hips humped in response. He ate it. He ate
her spit. I fed it to him last night. "Yes," I
breathed.
"He belongs to me too. Has he wanted sex?"
" . . . yes."
"I love your earrings," she said, shifting her grip on
my earrings, using them to pull my face just inches
from her sex. I was forced to watch up close as my
fingers probed and caressed her silken wet silken
folds. "Now, tell me what happened."
I told her everything that happened last night. She
came close to cumming twice, but she made me stop
until it passed and then begin again. She said she
wanted to hear the entire story first.
"What went through your mind when he touched your
ass?"
"I was panicked. Scared he would find the belt. More
scared than I had ever been in my life."
"How did it feel giving him a blowjob when you
couldn't get any pleasure?" she asked.
"Jealous and horny. I enjoyed it until he came and
then he was tired, while I was frustrated and couldn't
sleep.
"While you were bobbing for prick," she said. "I bet
you were thinking about me, weren't you?"
God, I wanted-no needed to lie. "Yes," I breathed.
"You're not turning queer on me are you?"
"No." My faced flushed. "I'm a married woman."
"I love the feel of your hot breath on my pussy. Tell
me the rest and keep breathing hard," she said, as she
placed her heels on her desk.
I wanted to scream with my frustration. The sight of
her there, so utterly without inhibition, while I
knelt between her legs submissively giving her
pleasure overwhelmed me. Yes, she was a bitch and I
hated her, but at the same time I lusted for her. I
wanted to rip the belt off and throw her to the floor.
I wanted her to do for me, what she made me do for
her.
But instead, I fucked her pussy with my fingers, while
making sure to breathe on her pussy. Telling her
about what I did in the bathroom. Even telling her
where I put the lipstick tube.
"You are such a slut my pussy girl - an ass whore.
But, don't worry, deep down, all white women are ass
whores." Her hips humped, the seat squeaked. I
worried that someone would hear. "Oh God, faster. Do
it faster."
My fingers sped to a blur.
"Here it cums. Oh fuck - here it cums." She
announced, pressing my face against her crotch while
she bucked uncontrollably.
After she came down from her orgasm, she released my
head and lifted my head back up.
"Last question pussy girl," she said, grinning.
"While I held you between my thighs, did you want to
taste me? Even just a little bit?"
I blushed down to my marrow. Could she read my mind?
I needed desperately to lie to hold on to any shred of
my dignity . . .but I needed to cum even more. "Yes,"
I admitted, tears welling in my eyes.
"But you didn't." She was grinning again. "Why not?"
"Because I hate you," I spat, glaring up at her from
between her thighs.
"Oh, God," she gasped, her hands going to her breasts
and squeezing them forcefully. She propped her legs
back up on her desk. "Quickly, do it again," she
commanded.
I masturbated her again, more forcefully this time.
Going so far as to use three fingers when I fucked
her.
"You wanted to taste me. You're turning queer. My
little queer pussy girl," she gasped. "Tell me queer,
how does it feel to be under the boss's desk earning
your living?"
"I hate it. I hate you." I took out my frustrations
on her pussy.
"But you respect me," she said, taking off the
necklace that contained the key to my chastity.
"Because I have power over you and with this I own
your pussy."
She dangled the key in front of my face taunting me.
"Kiss it. Show me how much you want it."
I kissed the shiny gold key. I even parted my lips,
while she dangled it inside and fucked it in and out
of my mouth.
"Make me cum. Make me cum again my pretty white pussy
girl. That's it. Oh-oh-oh-here it cums. Ugh-ugh-
fuck-fuck-fuck-you make me cum so hard." Her legs
lifted from the desk, and spread as far apart as they
could due to the arms of her chair. So far apart her
ass lifted up from her seat. Her stomach trembled and
her hips bucked. My hands were coated with her sticky
juices.
After she was spent, she handed me a box of tissues.
I blotted her pussy dry and slipped her panties back
in place without having to be asked.
She tilted my head up and looked into my eyes, causing
my heart to pound. "That was a good one," she said,
before frowning. "And your face is a mess. We can't
have you leave looking like that. It's not
professional"
She cleaned my face off with tissues, occasionally,
stopping to dab the tissues in her mouth before
resuming her cleaning. Afterwards, she opened her
purse and made my face. When she was done, she held
the mirror to my face. I was stunned. I was
beautiful - I was sexy. I was much too sexy for the
office. I was also naked, kneeling between the legs
of my boss - a woman I hated. I wasn't going to
complain and ask her to do it again.
"Am I finished now?" I asked.
"Yes," she said, sliding her chair back. "You can get
dressed now. Besides, I have some other work for you
to do."
I turned my back to her and dressed. She started
handing me various papers and instructions.
She said, "I'm sending you a few spreadsheets. I want
you to make some pretty charts out of them and set
them up with my comments in a Powerpoint presentation.
Do you think you can handle it?"
I burned in anger. I ordered the servers that housed
all our company's web business. I could damn well do
what she asked -- in my sleep. "Yes, ma'am," I
answered.
"How do the welts on your thighs feel slut?"
I pressed my legs together in response. "Sore," I
replied honestly.
"Your breasts will match if you fuck my presentation
up."
"Yes, ma'am." I took the papers and hurried to the
door. I turned hesitantly. There was something I
needed to ask her.
"Yes?" she said, not looking up from her computer.
I rubbed my thighs together and contracted the muscles
in my pussy. "Did that . . . count?"
"What a slut," she mumbled. "Don't worry, you only
have nine more to go."
I hurried back to my desk, not daring to look at
anyone, lest they see the changes in my appearance. I
immediately began work on what she asked me for. To
my horror, I discovered it was an analysis of doing
our internet marketing in house as opposed to
contracting it out. This was my job - mine and my co-
workers.
I was tempted to mess it up on purpose, but I thought
about the tiny leather belt and my tender breasts. I
knew beyond a shadow of a doubt she would live up to
her promise. I didn't botch the job. I gave it one
hundred percent.
While I was working, I brought my hand to my mouth and
chewed on a knuckle like I usually do. I tasted her.
I immediately went and washed my hands, but it was too
late. The damage had been done. I had tasted her. I
had tasted a woman. Was I a lesbian now? Was I
really turning queer?
I tried to put it out of my mind along with my aching
frustrated sex. I threw myself into my task, working
through lunch. I gave her the final results at three.
The prospects of my employment didn't look good.
"Thanks," she said, giving me a few bills. "Go to the
cafeteria and get us a salad, will you?"
When I returned, she was combing through my paperwork.
"This looks good - real good. I want you at the
meeting when I present this tomorrow. So tonight
you're going to be working late at my house. But,
first we have to go find something suitable for you to
wear."
"Yes, ma'am. Ma'am?" I asked.
"Yes?"
I could feel the tears welling in my eyes. I tried to
blink them away. "Will I still have a job after
this?" My body shook at the thought of enduring all
this for nothing.
"Aww, my poor pussy-pet," she said, getting up from
her chair. "Come here my nimble fingered girl."
I went over to her and she appeared to want to hug me.
I opened my arms for her embrace. Instead she
captured my hand, pulled it down between her legs, and
up her skirt.
"As long as you do like I tell you," she slid my hand
up and down her crotch of her satin panties. I could
feel crease of her sex against my fingers. "You'll
*always* have a job with me."
Yes, but what kind of job? I didn't go to college to
end up as some sort of personal masturbateur.
Later that day, after her meeting was over, Thandi
tapped me on my shoulder. "Let's go," she said.
"Yes, ma'am." I shut down my computer and left with
my black supervisor.
She handed me the keys. I unlocked the door, got in
and popped the other locks as well. She looked back
at me with a very dissatisfied look on her face. I
hurriedly got out and opened the door for her, then
closed it after she was safely in. The urge to slap
the smug look off her face was overwhelming.
I got back in and started the car. "Where to?" I
asked.
"The mall."
*****************
Later, at the mall.
"Please," I begged, struggling against Thandi.
"Shhh. . . do you want someone to hear?"
"But she'll be back at any minute."
"You let me worry about that. The only thing you need
to worry about is looking in the mirror. And you
better keep those hands down unless you want some
pretty pink stripes on your milky white breasts."
I stared at the mirror, watching in horror, as Thandi
reached from behind me, cupped my bare breasts, lifted
them, and let the fall down. Then her dark fingers
sought out my pink nipples, tweaking them, and tugging
them roughly. It was painful to my cold, contracted,
tight nubs, but it also sent shivers of pleasure down
my spine.
"Why are you doing this to me?" I closed my eyes and
bit my lip to keep from crying out in pleasure.
"You need to be fitted for a bra and I want you in
your natural slutty state."
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
"Keep those hand down," Thandi whispered, before
facing me toward the door, and then opening it wide.
The young girl's eyes widened in surprise at seeing me
in such a state, and then moved up to my eyes in a
cool professional stare.
I wish I could be as cool. Instead, I blushed in
humiliation, dying to cover myself, especially
considering I was on display to everyone in the store,
several of whom were men.
The young girl closed the door. "Eager to get
started, huh?"she asked.
"Yes," I muttered. I wondered if she was making a
joke at the eagerness of my nipples or the fact that I
had already taken off my shirt and bra.
"How about lifting your arms for me?" she said,
circling me with the measuring tape.
I lifted them up so she could put the tape under them,
and went to lower them, but Thandi caught my elbows.
"No." She brought my elbows and together behind my
head. "Now grab the opposite elbow with each hand."
I did as she bid. The girl looked more and more
uncomfortable in our presence. "How's that?" Thandi
asked her.
"It's okay . . . I guess, but really I think they are
supposed to be down, but nevermind." she said. She
quickly took several measurements. I bit down on my
lip to keep from embarrassing myself in front of her.
"You're a 34C," she said.
"Great," Thandi said. Then she moved her arms around
me and grabbed each of my breasts from underneath -
lifting them and pushing them together. "What I'm
looking for is this effect. Something to give her
some lift. Take away a few years of gravity if you
know what I mean."
She emphasized the 'you know what I mean' part by
bouncing my breasts up and down, causing them to
jiggle and quiver.
The sales girl smirked. She hid her mouth behind her
hand to stifle her giggles. I wanted to crawl under a
rock, but the only thing I had to hide behind was my
blush.
The girl left, opened the door wide, making sure those
that missed the matinee had a chance at the evening
show. A few seconds later I heard several girls
laughing out loud. Thandi pinched and tugged at my
nipples without compassion. She humped her pelvis
against my ass. "Are you wet? I bet you are, aren't
you slut? A slut like you probably gets off on
showing off her body. Tell me, have these young girls
made you wet?"
"Yes," I admitted. I dared not lie and risk losing a
point.
"Do you want her to see how I've got your slutty
little pussy under my control?"
"God no!"
"Then get those nimble fingers into my panties. Go
on, reach behind you. That's my girl."
She was already soaked. I worked her pussy while she
teased my breast. We - I mean I was in constant
danger of being exposed. Thandi's body was hid behind
mine.
"Mmmm-I love your soft fingers," she whispered in my
ear. "Look in the mirror, my soft girl. Tell me what
you see."
I looked in the mirror. Watched my hand working
underneath her skirt. Watched Miss Moore tug and pull
on my hard nipples. Watched as she held my body tight
and pushed her hips against my arse. She could just
as well have been fucking me, and judging from the
expression on my face, the flush on my cheeks and
breasts, and my hardened nipples, I was desperate to
be fucked - by anyone.
"A-a turned on woman," I admitted.
"Look again," she said. "I see a horny little pussy
pet. What do you see?"
"Oh God," I groaned. "A horny- a horny little pussy
pet. Please Miss Moore, please take the belt off.
I'll do anything."
She continued tugging at my nipples, further
elongating them. "I know you will," she said. "And
what I want you to do is show this girl how pretty,
how long, how erect your nipples are."
"Oh, please don't," I gasped, but made no move to stop
her and she continued her manipulations. A few
minutes later there was a knock on the door.
"Come in," Monique said, letting go of my nipples. I
hurriedly removed my hand from her panties, and wiped
away the stickiness on the back of my skirt.
There were two girls now. "Wow," said the newer girl,
staring at my nipples. I looked down in horror and
realized that not only were they now erect, but they
were decorated with reddened tell-tell pinch marks.
"Go on Pet, raise your arms, so they can dress you.
Quickly. You are holding up progress."
There was nothing I could do, but meekly lift my arms
up and lock my hands around the opposite elbows.
The first girl looked hesitant, but the newer girl
smiled and took a small bra from her. "This is a nice
half-bra. It provides a lot of lift."
She talked to Thandi, treating me as if I weren't
there. Worse, she took her time fitting me, adjusting
my breast this way and that until she was satisfied.
"How's that?"
"Perfect," said Thandi. "I'll take two of them.
Black and red. What do you have there?"
"That's a corset. You mentioned taking a few years
off. This will sure do it," the new girl said. "Can
I help put it on her?"
"Sure," Thandi said.
The little bitch did a good job of it. I thought she
was going to crush my ribs putting the restrictive
garment on me. By the time she was finished, I could
barely breathe.
"It looks good on your slave," the young girl said.
A slave? I was a professional woman. Sure I was in a
bind, but it was none of her business anyway. "I have
you know, I'm a married woman," I chided the little
bitch.
Thandi put her arms around me, hugging me intimately,
before cupping my breasts. I tried to pull her hands
away, but I couldn't. "That's right, my pretty little
Pet is a married woman, so don't you girls get the
wrong idea about us. We have a perfectly respectable
business relationship, don't we Pet?"
"Exactly," I said. I would have to have a talk with
her about calling me Pet later.
The girls grinned a knowing grin. The little bitches
didn't believe us!
"Thank you for your help girls, I think we will take
everything you've shown us. Pet, say thank you Miss."
"Thank you Miss," I said, just wanting to get dressed
and out of there.
I used to enjoy shopping, but this was the worst
shopping trip of my life. Everywhere we went, I ended
up buying clothes that were much too risqu,.
Sometimes Miss Moore looked around and make sure no
one was watching, then placed my hand underneath her
skirt. "Hurry, no one is looking. Give me a rub,
Pussy-princess," she said.
I was sure we weren't caught, but it seemed like
everyone who helped us, ended up with the impression
that Thandi and I were lovers. Which was totally
untrue.
To make matters worse, I bought everything myself,
from the heels, to the short skirts and thin blouses.
I pretty much maxed out my card.
"Think of it as an investment," Thandi said.
The only thing Thandi paid for was the trip to the
beauty shop. She picked out the hairstyle. She said
it was more professional, but it looked like it was
more suited to a runway model than someone who managed
computers. I would have been really pissed off about
the hair, but little did I know, Thandi could do much
worse.
"Is this the place that did your nails?" Thandi asked.
"Yes."
"Excuse me Miss, I need to talk with you about these
nails," Thandi said.
Thank God, maybe she would get them taken off as they
were much to long for a professional woman.
"Yes?" the oriental girl replied.
"They are very good, but there is a slight problem
with them."
"I sorry. What problem?"
Thandi grabbed my hand and lifted it up. She lifted
up my index and middle fingers. "These two nails are
getting in the way."
People were turning to look. I blushed in
humiliation.
"Only two nail?"
"Yes, only two nails. The rest are fine. Can you
just shorten these two and make sure there are no
sharp edges on them. I would hate to be cut."
The girl's eyes widened in response, so did everyone
else who heard. The girl went back and said something
in Chinese. They became very animated, speaking in
Chinese and pointing at me - tittering among
themselves. I wanted to crawl under a rock.
She came back to the desk smiling. "Okay, we fix."
Thank God, I didn't have to wait long. She took me
back and had someone make the necessary adjustments.
When she was finished, Thandi rubbed her fingers over
my nails, testing them. "Yes, that will be fine.
Thank you so much."
I had never been so humiliated in all my life. I
shuddered at what all the white women that populated
the nail salon must have thought of me. Thinking that
I was the lover to this young black woman. I wanted
to scream out that I had a husband and I loved him
very much. Tell them that I only put up with this
treatment and . . .provided additional services to my
boss to keep from getting fired. We truly needed my
income.
To be continued. . .
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