It had been a
long hard day. Calls poured in all morning and the paperwork had piled up twice as fast.
Thankfully it was now over. I sighed and put the last of the documents away. I sat back at
my desk and leaned back in the chair.
Trigg stood on my right. I smiled up at him and he beamed. He bowed slightly and remained
standing. I looked at him and got an idea. He had done well in his service to me. Today,
his only duties were to fetch and file papers. After that he only had to stand at my side.
I cleared my desk and decided to give him a treat. I motioned for him to come closer to
me. He obeyed eagerly.
Delicately, I unbuttoned his shirt. The white crisp cotton yielded at my touch. This day
he wore no undershirt. I was glad that he didn’t. I pulled out the shirt from his
jeans and opened it. His bare nipples hardened at my lightest touch. Trigg’s dark
eyes lit up when I took the button to his faded jeans in my hands.
Swiftly, I unfastened his pants. I could tell that his cock was growing. I looked up to
him with a smug look. He looked away embarrassed. I giggled and eased my hands inside of
his jeans. His tight ass flexed as I touched it. I gently pulled his jeans down to his
knees.
I let my face fall against his torso. I took a deep breath of his body. He still smelled
of desire, sandalwood and electricity. I wondered at the aroma. No matter how hard I
scrubbed his body or bathed him in oils, his own scent prevailed. I took a finger and ran
it across the band of his white briefs. Trigg shivered. I smiled. I hesitantly licked his
navel and he shuddered. I loved doing that to him. I rubbed my face against the crotch of
Trigg’s briefs. His cock stiffened in response. I looked up to him and smiled. His
face was a mask of wonderment. His open mouth emitted short gasps. Trigg licked his red
lips rapidly. His dark locks fell forward into his eyes as he looked down on me. I was
glad that I had chosen him over all the other applicants.
With a playful growl, I took the band of his underwear in my teeth and pulled them down.
His now freed cock sprang to attention. As I tugged his briefs down his legs, I heard
Trigg moan a little. I looked up at his smiling face. Then something strange happened. I
heard another near silent gasp. My eyes quickly search around the room. Nothing seemed
amiss.
I turned back to Trigg and nuzzled his balls with my face. Trigg let his head fall back
and wailed. Once again, I heard a near silent moan echo my slave’s. I let my ears
work for me then. I looked Trigg right in the eyes and slowly took his now hard cock in my
mouth. When my lips reached the base of his long prick, Trigg could barely contain his low
cry. I heard the near silent echo again. It came from the intercom on the telephone. Only
one person came to my mind, Celia, my secretary. I took Trigg’s free hand and placed
it on his cock. I stood and whispered in his ear, “Loudly now. It would seem that we
have an audience. Keep going until I get back.” I pinched his nipples and kissed him
lightly. True to his training, Trigg did as I told him. He put on quite a show. Resounding
cries and wails came from his lips. I made a mental note to request a repeat performance.
I smiled as I tiptoed to the door. I looked back to Trigg for a moment. He placed his
other hand on the desk and leaned over the telephone. I imagined the Celia could hear the
wet sounds of him jacking off. I sighed and marveled at my good find in him. Yet, there
was another problem the needed my attention. In silence, I opened the door. There was
Celia at her desk. Her long red hair lay unbound today. She sat with one heeled petite
foot on her desk. Her white blouse was open. Her tiny breasts boasted of little pink
nipples. She had lifted her tiny black skirt to reveal her naked thighs and her red haired
cunt. She let her head fall back in her chair and closed her hazel eyes. She didn’t
even notice that I was there.
One delicate hand covered her mouth but sighs still escaped. The person kneeling between
her parted petite legs upset me. It was Miguel. His tongue delved into Celia’s pink
folds as if it belonged there. Celia’s free hand lay buried in his dark curly hair. I
knew that he was unruly. Now he had gone too far.
I knew how to deal with Celia. Miguel presented a bigger problem. Silently I went back
into my office. I decided to let them enjoy this moment while they could. Trigg was my
immediate focus. The others could wait. Trigg had worked himself into quite a state. He
stood nearly hunched over the phone on the desk. His eyes shut tight as the sweat dripped
down his face onto his chest. His legs tried to part further but the jeans restricted his
movement. His hands gripped his thick shaft and stroked it hard.
I marveled at the way he pleasured himself. I adored the way he looked standing there. His
opened clothes and sweaty body made a fire in my sex. His nipples were now flushed and
red. His chest was slick and heaving. The lights in the office made the sweat of his body
shine. His groans never stopped. Yes, indeed, I knew I had chosen correctly. I walked over
to him and stood behind him. I reached around his shaking body. I joined a hand with his
on his now engorged cock. I pinched a hard nipple with my other hand. I gently bit his
shoulder and pulled his body against mine. Without missing a stroke, Trigg melted in to my
embrace. “That’s it, my dear,” I whispered.
Trigg moaned and reached his free hand around to my thigh. He grabbed it and held on to
me. He leaned back hard into my body. I looked down to see that he now stood on his toes.
His body began to convulse in my grip. It was hard to hold him steady as he bucked in my
strong embrace. I released his nipple and encircled his cock with my hands. Now, with his
other hand free, Trigg reached around to my other thigh and clutched it.
His hips unerringly guided his cock in my hands. He slowed his thrusts to catch his
breath. I took the opportunity to get a better hold on his slick prick. Trigg shook his
head from side to side as I worked my hands on his sex. “Hold still, dear,” I
whispered into his ear, “Let me please you this time.” Trigg’s whole body
trembled. I turned his body around and pushed him to my desk. I didn’t have to tell
him to sit on the desk. Almost reverently, Trigg leaned back on the desk. I pulled his
jeans from his body. I just happened to notice that he wore his boots this time. I looked
up to him and smiled. I was glad the he remembered.
I pulled his brief to his knees and stopped. I bunched the moist cotton material in my
hands. I pulled the material up forcing his legs to fold. Now with his knees to his chest,
I took the crotch of the briefs and pushed it in Trigg’s mouth. Without protest,
Trigg bit down on the cotton. Fear flashed in his eyes for a second before he shut them.
He was mine now. Slowly, I licked his tiny hole. I debated on whether to spank him for the
hell of it. I decided against it. I knew how to handle a slave that was too good. I made a
few more metal notes. Trigg would soon realize that he would always receive a delicious
punishment for something. I got excited at the idea and dug my tongue in to his hole.
Trigg moaned through his makeshift gag. I looked up to him. He had raised his arms and put
his hands behind his head. His head jerked a little. I decide to grant him his release
then.
I lifted my tongue to his balls. I blew cool air on the wetness I made there. I saw
goosebumps rise on the insides of his thighs. I wondered then how he would react if I
shaved his hairy scrotum and bathed them in baby oil. I put the thoughts away vowing to
act on them another time. I began to lick his sex. I started at the base. His cock was
dark red and filled. It began to waver under its own power. Trigg moaned loudly. He tried
to look at what I was doing. However, the position I had him in was too restricting. I
relented then. I had to save my energy for Celia. I took the cotton from his mouth and
eased the briefs from his legs.
Without prompting, Trigg sat up and spread his knees wide. His exposed sex stood tall and
throbbing. I pulled my chair under me and watched it for a minute. I grinned and Trigg
blushed scarlet. I moved the chair closer to him and placed my lips near the tip of his
pulsating cock.
“Gently, my dear,” I prompted him. I placed my mouth around the head of his
prick. I could feel the ridges on his dick with my tongue and lips. Almost hesitantly,
Trigg began to inch his hips up. Within moments, he found a thrusting rhythm. Only the
head of his cock passed my lips. My tongue lazily caressed Trigg’s oozing slit that
penetrated my mouth. Trigg moved to hold to his cock but I pushed his hands away. This
pleasure was mine. Trigg took his time driving just the head of his dick between my lips.
I closed my eyes. I only knew Trigg’s cock that pleaded with my lips for entrance.
The smell of Trigg’s sweaty body aroused me nearly to the point of frustration. My
ears heard Celia’s stifled gasps from the intercom mixed with Trigg’s grunts and
moans. The little bitch would pay for this.
Trigg grew silent then. He took a deep breath and whispered, “My lady.” He
leaned back arching his body across the desk and pulling his dick just out of my mouth. I
grabbed the shaft of his cock with my left hand and squeezed it. Quickly, I sucked the
middle finger of my right hand and deftly slid it in Trigg’s tight dark hole.
His cock shivered once and gave up its nectar in long streams. Trigg’s screams tore
from his throat. I watched fascinated as the sticky stuff jetted up into the air and
landed on Trigg’s exposed face, neck and chest. His tight hole gripped my finger and
refused to let go as Trigg’s orgasm rolled through him. I felt my breathing grow
labored and my desire flame. Now I was ready to deal with Celia. Gradually, I removed my
finger from Trigg’s tight ass with a little regret. I wanted to test him further but
it would have to wait. Celia needed to be dealt with as well as Miguel. Slowly, I rubbed
my lips over Trigg’s oozing cock. I lifted my head and raised an eyebrow. Trigg sat
up and parted his lips. Within seconds, his tongue licked his own juices from my mouth. I
kissed him hard and pulled him off the desk.
“Go on,” I said in a low voice, “Get cleaned up and go back to the house.
Wait for me there.” Trigg murmured a breathless ‘Yes, My Lady,’ and picked
up his clothes. As he walked away to the bathroom in the office, I swatted his naked ass
hard. He yelped and trotted out of the room as fast as he could. I looked to the
telephone. I had not heard much noise while I saw to Trigg. I made my decision.
“Celia,” I said in a loud voice. “Celia, send him away. Wait until I send
for you.” I heard the ‘click’ on the intercom and heard shuffling outside.
The feral grin on my face nearly frightened Trigg as he emerged from the bathroom. I
motioned for him to stay a moment. I went to the bathroom and washed my hands. I rummaged
in the little closet and muttered to myself. What I searched for was there.
I took off my skirt and donned the harness. I gestured for Trigg to help me fasten the
straps. His eyes grew wide at the sight of the long dildo the jutted from the leather. He
reached out to touch it. Yet before he fully hefted the shaft of it, Trigg pulled back his
hand embarrassed. His dark eyes looked away as he bit his lip.
I smiled at him. “Not this time, my dear,” I whispered. I walked him to the door
of the office and instructed him to wait on the other side a minute before he sent Celia
inside. I kissed him hard and slipped cab fare into his jeans. Dark eyes smiling, Trigg
left the room. I stood on the side of the doorframe and readied myself. I slowed my
breathing and became silent. Celia would pay dearly. The office door creaked. Celia
entered the room slowly. She didn’t know what hit her. I slammed the door behind her.
I grabbed a fistful of her hair and twisted her arm behind her back. I pushed her to my
desk and bent her over it hard. She went down with a shrill scream. Her face fell in small
puddle of sweat and come that Trigg left behind. She whimpered loudly but I ignored her.
“How long?” I asked her in a low deadly voice. “How long have you been
listening?” “S-since,” she faltered as the tears began to well in her
throat, “Since I started.” I looked down on her with amusement. Celia had been
in my service for over two years. She reddened at her admission. This really didn’t
upset me at all. Actually, I didn’t mind that she had listened. I knew that Celia was
curious. I was glad that she found a way to find out about what really went on in my
office in the afternoons. What truly upset me was the presence of my new slave between her
lithe legs. “And Miguel?” I grated. “How long have you two been-“
“Never!” She interrupted. “This was the first time. He- he said he missed
the taste of
3;And that he thought about me ever since he came in to fill out his
paperwork and
3; and
3; My lady, please!”
Trigg’s form of address from her lips startled me. I didn’t expect her to speak
to me the way my slaves did. She had indeed listened for a long time. Another idea formed
in my mind. I knew I would take her mercilessly and send her on her way. Her playing with
my toys was unforgivable. In a moment of compassion, I decided to send her to my Lord as a
gift. “Take a letter for me, Celia” I said cruelly. She had an eidactic memory
in which she took pride. That, her hazel eyes and her fair red hair, which I twisted in my
right hand, had gotten her the job.
“This letter is to be addressed to my Lord and master,” I went on to say.
“My Lord,” I dictated and I bent over her body and leaned closer to her ear. The
long dildo that jutted from the harness lay nestled between our bodies.
“I wish to express my deepest regrets that I must write to you,” I went on.
“While I truly enjoyed my birthday present, it would seem that the animal refuses to
be tamed. Miguel had proven to be quite unruly. He has seduced my secretary and completely
ruined her. I am afraid I will have to replace her. Furthermore-“ “No, my
Lady!” Celia interrupted. “Please! I beg of you! Don’t fire me! Don’t
send me away!” “Why should I keep you?” I shot back. “You eavesdropped
on me and played with one on MY toys without permission!” I expected her to beg. I
enjoyed it. “Please, my Lady,” she begged crying, “I’ll do anything!
Please don’t send me away!” On she went. I let her beg my forgiveness for a
while longer before I increased the pressure on my grip. She only begged the more.
“Anything, my Lady!” she cried. I was shocked into silence. I leaned over her
body until my lips brushed against her ear. “Anything?” I breathed hoping that
she would yield to me. I didn’t expect her to offer herself to me. The very idea sent
ripples through my body.
I secretly had lusted after her since the day I hired her. I hoped that she would submit
to me. My daydreams were mild compared to what I wanted to do to and with her.
“Anything at all, my dear? You have heard what happens here. You know my tastes. Do
you really want to give me that much power over you?” I whispered. “Yes, my
Lady,” she whimpered, “anything. Please don’t send me away.” I
released her hair. I fingered the soft curls lazily. I released her arm and caressed the
snowy white skin. I ran my hands over her pinned body and delighted in her shivers.
Pleased, I looked at her vulnerable body. She stifled her sobs. I surveyed my new
treasure. She knew what went on in my office. She thought she knew what would happen to
her. I took pleasure from the thoughts of how I would re-educate her. “Lift your
skirt,” I whispered into her ear, “One knee on the desk.” I stepped back
slowly stroking the dildo in the harness. I loved the feel of the sculpted rubber in my
hand. Soon my new pet would learn to love it too.
I was proud of Celia then. She lifted her tiny black skirt until it rested over her hips.
Her little ass was alabaster in the office light. She stood on the toes in her heels in
order to place her left knee on the desk. I walked back to her. I pulled her arms in front
of her and made her grip the other edge of the desk.
I rubbed my hands over her tight butt. I arranged her body until I was satisfied. I
stepped back and looked at my new pussy. Celia’s left thigh lay against the desk and
her red cunt lay open for me. Without another thought, I walked back to her exposed sex. I
took a step to one side and pulled the folds of her ass apart to get a better look. Her
lips were flushed and swollen. Celia’s sex surged with her fluid. She grunted.
“Did he even finish?” I asked alarmed. “No, my Lady,” she whispered
and blushed again. “He said he didn’t me want to stop
3;” “Damned
sloppy work,” I muttered. I walked away in search of a riding crop. I found it in the
bath and went back to Celia. I was angry that Miguel had left her in such a state.
“Damned sloppy work,” I said again. “My dear,” I said to her as I
placed my left hand upon her back and raised the crop in my right, “Always finish the
job.”
The crop fell on her displayed bottom hard. The first welt blossomed on her ass. I sighed
with pleasure at her yelp. The second strike on Celia’s bottom fell just as hard. The
little woman tried to stifle her scream. The second welt came in vermilion.
I looked to Celia’s face and saw the tears flow from her hazel eyes. Yet, there was
determination in her face. She screamed out right with the third and fourth strikes. The
rosy welts on her ivory ass were beautiful. Her copper haired pussy dripped with her
nectar. I stood behind her and leaned over her body. With one fluid movement I guided the
long dildo deep into her sex. Celia sighed loudly. I shivered with anticipation. I made
sure the leather of the harness brushed against her bruised ass. I reached the crop over
to her mouth and placed it between her teeth.
“Now my dear,” I breathed into her ear, “This in no way, shape or form is
your punishment. Miguel should have finished you. It seems that I must take up his slack.
Don’t worry, though. You two will be punished later.” With those words I began
to ride Celia’s cunt hard. The dildo slid easily into her body. I bent my knees and
used all of my strength to force the cock into her. I grabbed the mounds of her wounded
ass and flexed my own as I drove the dildo deeper inside of her. I ignored her cries and
continued my exploration.
I slowed my thrusts and increased the pressure on the dildo. I eased the rubber prick
inside her cunt. I used my fingers to pull her ass and cunt apart. The cock slid in
deeper. Celia nearly had all of it inside of her. I slapped her injured ass hard. Celia
yelped and squealed through her clenched teeth. Her body jumped and her pussy convulsed.
The whole of the cock now rested in her copper haired sex.
I delicately rubbed her ass and back. I reached under her body and pulled her to me. I
ripped open her blouse and pinched her little nipples hard. Her teeth shone as they bit
down on the riding crop. I pulled her arms under mine. Celia, now pinned in my arms,
leaned her head against my shoulder. She looked up to me with a smile in her eyes. Her
tear-streaked face reddened and her cries grew more forceful. I knew that she was mine
then. Whatever I wanted, I knew she would willingly give. I began to rock her body and
hips on the cock. I stood on my toes to push the dick farther into her body. Celia rocked
herself as much as she could. I grunted with her pleasure. I took the crop from her mouth
and angled it in the space between her legs. I let the crop rub against her distended
clitoris. Celia gasped at the feeling. I began to laugh a little. I took the crop and
rubbed it against her left thigh that lay on the desk. I struck her thigh hard and
listened to her cry out.
“That’s it,” I cooed to her, “Let it all go and let me have that
pussy
3;” Celia closed her hazel eyes tight and moaned. I continued to beat her
with the crop and rock her petite body against mine. Her screams made my own desire
explode. I dropped the crop on the floor and pushed her body back down on the desk with a
thud. I placed my right foot over her body on the desk. My ankle grazed the material of
her skirt on her tiny waist. I closed my eyes and let my other senses go. I thrust hard
and fast into her tiny pussy. Our moans sounded in tandem.
Sweat began to trickle down our backs. Celia’s red hair lay matted on the desk. My
hands nearly encircled her tiny waist. I gripped her hard knowing that I would leave
bruises. I was too far-gone then. I thrust into Celia without mercy or restraint. Her
wetness dribbled from her cunt. I only heard the wet slapping sounds of the dildo dipping
in her sex and her cries. I took a fist full of Celia’s now dark and sweaty hair in
my left hand and pulled her head from the desk.
Her breasts bounced wildly. Her nipples forcefully grazed the desk. Before I knew it,
Celia’s orgasm hit. Her body shivered once then bucked hard against mine. Her hips
moved of their own volition riding the dildo. Her honey flowed over the leather of the
harness. I rode her well making the pleasure last for a few more seconds than usual.
As Celia’s pleasure subsided, I pulled the cock out of her and stepped down. I pulled
her off the desk and to her knees in front of me. Without a shred of emotion, I guided the
dildo to her perfect lips. I didn’t blink as I forced her to suck her own sweetness
from it. “Now, my dear,” I said a little breathlessly. I watched Celia as she
tried to take the whole of the cock in her mouth. Ravenously, she licked the shaft of it
down to the leather. “You will obey me. You are mine to fuck when ever I feel like
it,” I continued, “Am I understood?” “Yes, my Lady,” She sighed
between licks. She wrapped her legs around my right leg and rubbed her wet cunt against my
ankle. “Good,” I said. I pushed her away from me by her hair. I took off the
harness and dropped it on the floor. I went to the bathroom and cleaned up a bit. I walked
out of the bath to find her still on the floor.
“Clean this place up,” I ordered. “Don’t forget to clean and oil the
leather,” I said as I walked to the door of my office. “You’ll work as you
have before – on one condition. You will come to me when I send for you. I suggest
you prepare yourself, my dear. Your punishment will come soon. You are not to touch
yourself for pleasure in anyway until then.” With those words I left the office and
went home. It was dark by the time I got to the house. I stripped at the door. Trigg
waited there patiently as I had trained him. Under normal circumstances, Trigg would wait
on me as I had my dinner and bath. This night I was on fire. Treating him and disciplining
Celia had left me volatile. I dragged Trigg downstairs to the playroom. Without ceremony,
I stripped his body to the skin. I fastened leather cuffs tightly on his wrists and
snapped his collar in place.
Roughly I forced him to his knees and to the post in the wall. I chained him there and
stood back. There was a look of confusion on his face. I didn’t see it for long. I
dragged a short bench from another corner and put it behind Trigg. I didn’t even
blink as I placed my right foot on the bench and pulled Trigg’s mouth to my cunt. I
pulled my sex wider for Trigg’s tongue.
I rode his mouth without shame. I ground my clitoris against his taste buds and moaned my
pleasure. My bare breasts bounced in the cool air of the playroom and my nipples hardened.
Sweat ran freely down my back for the second time that day. No words escaped my lips. I
screamed and grunted and I fucked Trigg’s mouth. My come ran down his chin. Yet I
wasn’t satisfied. I pulled Trigg’s head back by his hair and rubbed my crotch
against his throat. I licked my juices off his Adam’s apple. Trigg gasped in delight.
I released his hair and pulled his cuffed wrists above his head. I fastened them along the
chain that held his collar.
With one leg still on the bench, I slid my sex down to his. Now I had one foot on the
floor and one leg on the bench. Trigg knelt there trapped between my legs and the bench
behind him. In one movement, I looked Trigg in the eye and inserted his now rock hard
member inside of my still pulsating sex for the first time since he had come to me.
I’m sure Trigg said something but it was lost in my own cries. His cock was hot as it
pierced me. I let my full weight fall on his cock. I only gave Trigg a second or two
before I began to drive my hips upon him. Soon our bodies moved like pistons.
I slammed my pussy on Trigg’s cock without mercy. All I wanted then was to fuck until
I knew nothing. Trigg was happy to oblige. By the time I had my fourth orgasm, Trigg could
no longer hold back. I pulled him upon the bench and forced him to lay back. I stretched
his legs wide, stroked his slick cock and rubbed his tight hole as his orgasm over took
him. I didn’t let him off that easy.
I barely gave him time to catch his breath. I straddled the bench and Trigg and brought
his mouth to my leaking cunt again. Trigg guzzled my juices hungrily. He nestled his face
in the folds of my sex. Twice more Trigg brought me to orgasm. I was tired then. I
unchained Trigg and left him panting there on the bench. Yet the fire in me was
unquenched. I knew what I wanted – to see Miguel and Celia punished. I showered
quickly and slept. The next few weeks were delightful to say the least. My workload
doubled and Celia walked on eggshells around me. Her face held an element of fear that I
enjoyed. I snapped orders and we both got the work done on time. I happened to notice that
her blouses grew tighter. The hemlines on her skirts rose as the days wore on. I ignored
her efforts to lure me. My Lord had trained me better than that.
I knew she wanted to take her punishment and get it over with soon. I decided not to give
her that pleasure. I watched her, though. Whenever she entered my presence, I stopped my
work and let my eyes follow her. I knew that I made her nervous. I knew that her body
bubbled with desire and lust. She was never more beautiful.
She shuddered when I raised my voice at anytime and tried not to shrink when I addressed
her. Yet she took it all with dignity. I would enjoy truly breaking her to my will. She
had a taste of what I could do to her already. I could see the memories of our first
encounter flash across her face. She wanted to please me in anyway she could. I would
partake of her delicacies in my own time and at my leisure. The problem of Miguel, on the
other hand, presented a different approach. The day after I caught him with Celia I
brought him before me. The look of his face was one of guilty pleasure. He expected his
punishment would be swift. His surprise delighted me as Trigg pulled his arms behind him.
The sight of the two strong men in an embrace was anything but undesirable. My mind teemed
with ideas for the future. I brought myself back to the present situation.
Coldly I fitted a chastity belt on Miguel’s waist. The stainless steel cage that
encased his long cock delighted me. His dick stiffened at the touch of the cold metal. I
snapped the padlock closed on it, pocketed the key and left him like that. I knew that he
would have a little trouble cleaning himself. I took pleasure in his discomfort. I
confined him to the house and promptly let him stew in his own thoughts.
I knew that if I punished him swiftly he would enjoy it all the more. Miguel was the kind
of person that thrived on attention. I finally knew how to handle him. Though he strutted
around the house and preened himself in my presence. I ignored him. I focused my attention
on Trigg. Miguel didn’t know how to react to that. I treated Miguel as if he were
part of the furniture and feasted on his crestfallen face. Finally the day arrived. I
awoke to Trigg between my legs. He lightly kissed my sex and took deep breaths of my
scent. I looked over to my nightstand to see the time. It was six twenty eight in the
morning. Trigg made a fine alarm clock.
I sighed sleepily and sat up. Trigg smiled and sat back on his naked haunches like an
eager puppy. I stood from the bed and yawned. I went to my chest of drawers and took out a
thin rod. I tapped it lightly against my thigh as I walked back to him. I saw him swallow
hard and adjust the leather collar his neck. I smiled lightly. I knelt behind Trigg in the
bed and placed a hand on his back. I pushed his chest to the sheets.
I delivered thirty quick stinging blows to his naked ass. His cries and howls were the
perfect compliment to such a promising day. “Six-THIRTY, my dear,” I said to
him. “Now go. Get dressed in your leathers. Get Miguel. Bring him to the playroom.
Strip him. Cuff his wrists under the long bench near the wall. Collar and chain his neck
to the post in the wall.”
He murmured a quick ‘Yes, my Lady’ and got off the bed. I swatted his ass with
my bare hand hard. He squeaked in pain and shot out of the room and down the stairs. I
smiled as his abused and sore bottom bounced out of my view. I leaned back in the bed and
reached for the telephone. I dialed my secretary’s home number. Her sleepy voice
answered after the third ring. “Celia,” I said in a low voice. I heard her gasp
in response. “Bathe yourself well,” I instructed. “Get dressed and come to
the house. You have twenty minutes.” I hung up.
Celia lived at least half an hour away. I knew she would make it in time due to the lack
of traffic so early in the morning. I let her stew in her belief that she wouldn’t. I
showered quickly and got dressed. Trigg walked back in to my room just as I straightened
the seams on my stockings.
I looked up as I adjusted my garter belt to find a Trigg standing sideways in the doorway.
The dark brown leather contrasted nicely with his near tan skin. The leather chaps I
picked out for him fit like skin over his body. His cock hung free under the leather
buckle. The leather chest harness hugged his skin and exposed his pink nipples. His boots
made little noise on the carpet. I pulled my eyes from him. Celia and Miguel needed to be
punished. I would play with Trigg later. I went to the closet and took out my favorite
corset. I donned it and called Trigg over to tighten the lacings. I stood in front of my
full-length mirror and admired myself. I was quite pleased with my body. Trigg tightened
the lacings yet kept ducking his head. His fingers slowed over the lather material when he
thought I wouldn’t notice. I decided to punish him for that another time. I knew he
craved to touch everything. It was a part of his sensuality that I admired. I wondered why
he didn’t look over my shoulder to the mirror and get a full look.
When he finished I turned around smartly and took his face in my hands. A yellow and green
bruise began to form under his right eye. I looked at Trigg but he turned away ashamed.
Infuriated, I went to the phone and made another call. The doorbell rang ten minutes
later. I left Trigg in the bath with instructions for Celia and saw to the door. Guests,
equipment and a package waited for me. I walked them to the playroom and settled them in
to a purposely-shadowed corner.
My first guest was Katrina. We had a long history together. She set up her camera
equipment and complimented me on my lighting choices. The second guest was a young man.
Katrina introduced him as Joey.
His young face showed shock and amazement. He kept looking up through his long mousy brown
bangs. His green eyes were sparkling. Despite the wonder he saw around him, he kept his
mind on his work. I smiled a little with Katrina’s choice in assistants.
She had informed me earlier that she had him in training for my services. Besides the
package, he showed to be another gift from my Lord. Soon he would see more than any
session in which Katrina had trained him. I set the package they brought to me near the
door. I looked to Miguel. His tanned muscled body strained against his bonds. He lay
straddled over a long bench, his chest to the wood. His wrists fought the cuffs under the
long bench. His collared neck pulled against the chain that held him near the wall. His
still caged cock scraped the bench. Yet for all his grunts, he could not break free.
I walked slowly to him. He saw me, froze and fell silent. Nervous sweat began to bead on
his skin. I merely raised an eyebrow to him. I reach out and took a fist full of his dark
hair. I pulled his head up to get a better look at his face. I found a small cut on his
lip and a dribble of blood on his chin. Trigg had fought back. In disgust, I released him
and stalked away. I went straight to the front door and opened it. Celia came running up
the steps as the door swung wide. I stepped back and she scurried inside. She wore a plain
white blouse and a blue skirt. Her hair hung loose and down to her shoulders. Her chest
heaved a little as she looked to her watch. She had made it just in time.
Trigg came down the steps slowly. He held a long black bag in his hand. Celia gasped at
the sight of him. “Prepare her,” was all I said. I stalked away to the playroom
again. Celia and Trigg followed. As I entered the room, Katrina stood at her mounted
camera and informed me that she was ready.
She turned to her assistant and whispered in his ear furiously. He stood ready with two
other cameras in his arms and his pockets bulging with rolls of film. Celia and Trigg
entered the playroom. I leaned against the doorframe and watched. Trigg pushed Celia to
the wall behind Miguel and set the bag down. Roughly Trigg stripped her. Katrina’s
camera began to snap and flash rapidly. I said nothing. I crossed my arms and tapped my
foot lightly. Trigg turned her around and pushed her naked petite body against the wall.
Celia turned a beet red with embarrassment.
Katrina stepped from behind her mounted camera and took a portable one from Joey. She got
closer to Celia’s scarlet face. The camera snapped repeatedly. The humiliation in her
hazel eyes was priceless. I knew Katrina would capture the moment with ease. Joey’s
green eyes were wide as he stayed close to the photographer. I knew the young assistant
would learn a lot from this lesson. I hoped he learned the lesson well. Trigg followed my
instructions to the letter. He reached in the bag at his side and brought out a set of
small leather cuffs. He crudely cuffed Celia’s arms behind her back. My pussy boy
reached into the bag again and brought out a penis gag. He forced it into Celia’s
mouth and tightened the straps.
The phallus in the gag was about four inches and too long for her tiny mouth. I had
planned for it to stick out of her mouth. Katrina’s camera drew closer to capture
Celia’s red lips wrapped around the rubber dick. I was very pleased. I knew of
Katrina’s expertise in her work. My Lord had many albums of her work where I was the
subject. Trigg stepped back from her. Celia didn’t move. She did whimper a bit but
stayed where Trigg put her.
Trigg brought the bag to me and stood against the wall. He picked up the package that lay
there and looked to me. I nodded quickly. I took the bag to Celia’s naked body and
surveyed my newest toy. I ignored Katrina’s camera as it snapped and clicked around
us. I reached in to the bag and tool out a rope flail. “Celia,” I said as I
draped the black nylon rope over her shoulders. The multi-tailed whip looked delicious
against her skin. I knew the feel of it well. It fell soft and sweet on her flesh.
“Celia,” I went on, “You have broken my faith in you. I hired you to be my
right hand. And how have you repaid me? You eavesdropped on my sessions. What is worse is
that you played with one of my toys. That is inexcusable. Here and now you have a choice
to make. You can stay in my service and take your punishment or you may walk out of here
and never come back again.”
Celia whimpered and tears began to fall from her hazel eyes. She shook her head and tried
to plead with me. I stood back from her and watched. “If you want to stay,” I
said in a low voice, “kneel before me.” With much difficulty, Celia obeyed.
She inched her way to my leg and rubbed her tear-streaked face against my stockings in
submission. She never saw my arm raise and the flail fall on her back and arms. Celia
squirmed and leaned against my leg. I let the flail taste her skin ten times. My arm was
heavy and swift.
My little secretary made me proud. She kept her back straight for the blows and took them
well. There were no real bruises. The skin on her back and arms took on a glow. I fisted
my free hand in her long copper hair and pulled her face up to mine. I knelt down and
hungrily kissed her delicate neck. I was pleasantly surprised to hear her purr in
response. I pulled her head back and took one her little pink nipples in my mouth. I
caressed it with my tongue and roughly bit it. Celia squealed to my delight.
“Not yet,” I breathed in to her ear, “I must take care of the other
miscreant before I play with you, my dear.” I turned her body to face Miguel and
released her. I put the flail back in the bag, picked it up and walked to Miguel. Looking
at his swollen cock, I could tell that he had heard what I had done to Celia.
Katrina’s cameras never stopped clicking. I no longer registered her presence. My
Lord had trained me well.
“To you,” I said to Miguel, “I have little to say. You knew that I forbade
leaving the house without my permission. You knew that Celia was off limits. You’ve
ruined my secretary and broken the rules. I have no choice but to break you to MY will. My
Lord may have enjoyed your cockiness but I will not stand for it.”
I reached into the bag and took out a long paddle. I dropped the bag and took my batting
stance on the side of Miguel’s body. I didn’t bother to tell him what would
happen to him. He thought only a spanking would be his punishment. Miguel didn’t know
how wrong he was. I administered twelve blows to Miguel’s strong ass. He managed to
contain his wails. It was of no importance.
His tanned bottom was now rosy red. Satisfied, I put the paddle back and rummaged around
in the bag. I found the tube of lubricant easily. Roughly I prised Miguel’s ass
cheeks apart and applied the lubricant to his tiny hole. Then he began to protest in
Spanish and English. I ordered Trigg to bring the package to me. I reached in to my
workbag and pulled out a towel, I wiped my hands. I walked from Miguel’s bruised
bottom to face him. I pulled his chin up as far as the chain would allow. “You
damaged one of my toys,” I said to him. I released him and opened the package that
Trigg held. I made sure Miguel couldn’t see what it held.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw that Katrina had set Joey on a little assignment. He
took pictures of Celia while Katrina concentrated on me. I looked to Trigg. The bruise on
his face was turning black and blue. Miguel’s punishment would fit his crime.
I pulled out one of the two items. I caressed it in Trigg’s full view. I didn’t
have to look at him to know that he grew more aroused by the second. I turned around and
fitted the leather ring gag into Miguel’s mouth. I pulled Trigg by his belt buckle
and returned to Miguel’s injured bottom. I took the last item from the package and
hefted it. Trigg’s eyes grew wide at the sight of the double-sided dildo and Celia
gasped. I looked Trigg and grinned. The ten-inch double dildo was black and ridged. I
straddled Miguel’s body. With that tan bottom in now between my legs, I ordered Trigg
to give me the tube of lubricant. He obeyed with trembling hands. I ignored Miguel and
promptly pushed my body down on him forcing his chest to the bench. I spread the cool gel
on one side of the rubber cock and Miguel’s up-turned ass.
With my right hand, I pressed the tip of the cock to that tight hole. I set the tube
down under him and slapped Miguel’s red bottom with my left. He jumped and yelped.
That tight hole twitched and the cock slid an inch into his ass. “What’s
wrong?” I asked in a syrupy voice. “You don’t like it, dear? But don’t
stop, honey,” I mocked, “I want more!”
I slapped Miguel’s ass again and felt him buck under me. The rubber prick slid in his
dark hole another inch and a half. I continued slapping his ass and easing the dildo in
Miguel’s abused hole. Finally, he had half of it inside of him. I purposely grabbed a
handful of the tender ass flesh and gripped it hard in my left hand. With my right hand I
slowly pumped the dildo in and out of Miguel’s hole. He grunted and wailed. I ignored
him. I heard Trigg breathing hard. I smiled at his discomfort. I wasn’t done with him
yet. I released the rubber dick and got off Miguel’s body. I walked around him a few
times. I adored the way the other end of the dildo stuck out from his ass. It quivered and
shook. I smiled. My eyes fell to Celia. Silent pleas were in her hazel eyes.
I stalked to her and pulled her off the floor. I pulled her to the bench. I turned her
body around. I looked to Trigg and nodded. He jumped and stood before Celia. With gentle
hands I bent her body at the waist. Her head and shoulders fell on Trigg’s chest. I
grinned. Once again I straddled Miguel’s ass and pumped the cock in his ass a little
more. He grunted to my delight.
I took the tube and prised Celia’s ass open. I know what she expected. I didn’t
dare give her any release just yet. Celia had blushed all over. Her rosy seat looked
delicious. Her tiny hole was pink and tight. The copper hairs on her pink gash curled
nicely. I took a taste of cunt. It was sweet and sharp. Surprised Celia jumped. Trigg held
her fast. One day soon I would take the time to explore her further. Now was not the time.
Roughly I lubricated Celia’s tight hole. I didn’t bother to ease her plight by
easing a finger into her hole to get her used to the feeling. She squealed in protest.
This was not what she expected. I set the tube down and pulled her trembling bottom to the
cock that protruded from Miguel’s ass. I forced her to bend her knees and pulled her
hole to the cock.
Celia’s hole didn’t want to accept the dildo. I had hoped it wouldn’t. I
reached my tongue across the space and licked Celia’s petite flesh. I bit down on her
ass roughly. As she squirmed, I pulled her twitching hole over the dildo. It slid in to
the hilt. Celia’s ass now rubbed against Miguel’s. The dildo that they now
shared shook just a bit.
Proud, I ran my tongue over Celia’s fisted hands and bound wrists. I trailed kisses
up her spine and kissed her neck. I buried my face in her hair and nibbled her ear.
“That’s it, my dear,” I whispered, “Just a little further now. Prove
to me that you want to stay. Ride the cock in your ass, my dear.” Celia whimpered but
obeyed.
Trigg took a step back. I dismounted from my position. I looked for the bag and retrieved
the rope flail. After a few strikes to Miguel’s misused ass, he thrust in tandem with
Celia. I watched aroused beyond belief. Celia slowly rode the dildo forcing it not only in
and out her hole but Miguel’s as well.
Katrina and Joey each had a camera in hand. Though they took shots from every angle, they
made sure to stay out of the way. A pile of exposed film cartridges grew near the
abandoned mounted camera. Remembering this day would be fun. Flail in hand, I walked to
Trigg. His cock stuck out from his body like the prow of a ship. I took him by his cock
and led him to Miguel’s drooling mouth. Trigg was too stunned to protest. I giggled
at him. I put the flail back in the workbag and took out a pair of handcuffs. Trigg never
noticed. His chest rose and fell in time with the pumping action of Miguel and Celia.
With one hand I guided his stiff swollen dick right through the ring of Miguel’s gag.
He grunted in surprise but it was too late. Swiftly, I cuffed his wrists so that they
interlaced with Celia’s bound wrists. Celia had to arch her back to keep her balance
forcing the double dildo deeper in her and Miguel’s ass. Trigg had to spread his legs
wide and bend his body over Miguel’s head to keep from pulling Celia off her perch.
It took just one hard blow from my hand on Trigg’s still sore bottom to start him
thrusting into Miguel’s unwilling wet mouth. I leaned over and whispered into
Trigg’s ear, “I saw the cut on Miguel’s mouth. Do remember to play nice in
the future.” He murmured a ‘yes, my Lady’ and marveled at the way his cock
glided in and out of Miguel’s face. The look of embarrassment on all of their faces
was priceless. I walked around my three toys and smiled. Katrina whispered to Joey and
sent him to near me. He began to discreetly take shots of me. I looked directly at him and
winked. The young man stumbled a bit in shock but continued in his duty. I turned my
attention back to my naughty slaves.
The smell of sex lay heavy in the room. Both Trigg and Celia had begun a rocking rhythm
that used Miguel’s body to their advantage. The sweat dropped from their bodies like
rain. I chuckled at the sight. After a few more minutes I decided to grant them the
release they finally earned. Miguel would be first. He had the hardest lesson to learn. I
walked to his heaving body and sat near his head. I looked at Trigg using his mouth and
sighed. “You know,” I said dispassionately, “We can do this all night,
every night until you learn, my dear. You might even begin to like being fucked and used.
You’ve done it to my secretary, after all.”
I reached out a steady hand and gently moved a curl that had fallen in eyes. “Will
you behave?” I asked mockingly. I put a hand on Trigg’s thigh and gently
disengaged the cock from Miguel’s mouth. I removed the ring gag so that he could
speak. Miguel panted and swore his obedience. I smiled and kissed his mouth hard.
Cruelly, I guided Trigg’s cock back into his mouth. “You will learn, my
dear,” I said to his sweaty face, “to give pleasure as well as take it.” I
reached in to the workbag and found the key to Miguel’s chastity belt. I unlocked his
caged dick and pulled the belt off.
His engorged cock was sweaty and throbbing. I took it in my right hand and stroked it
hard. It only took a few moments before his body gave up its fight against gratification.
I rubbed his stickiness all over his chest and stood. I licked my fingers in delight.
Celia’s turn was next. I walked around to her and looked at her hard. She had done
well. Her petite body rocked the dildo deep inside her clammy body and Miguel’s. I
stepped to her and kissed her eyes. “You are so beautiful, my dear,” I said as I
took her head in my hands. I kissed her neck. I brought my hands to her tiny breasts and
cupped them.
The sweat beaded on her nipples. Unable to resist, I took each one in my mouth and sucked
them hungrily. I heard her moan through her gag to my delight. I knelt before her
thrusting body to her dripping cunt. I dropped my hands to her tiny waist and ground her
ass into Miguel’s.
I looked around her to Trigg with a silent order. He obeyed accordingly and pulled
Celia’s body back toward him. The sight of her made even Katrina and Joey sigh.
Salivating, I brought my mouth to her sweet cunny. Her honey pooled in my mouth. I eased
back her labia with my fingers and took a taste of her distended clitoris. I rolled her
nub over my tongue with delight.
I used my shoulders to keep her trembling thighs from closing. I eased two fingers of my
left hand into her soaking wet pussy. I lifted my tongue from her sex and rubbed her
clitoris with the palm of my hand. I closed my eyes and went back to her perfect nipples.
I sucked and nibbled them without mercy.
Roughly I jabbed my fingers into her cunt forcing her to ride them and consequently the
dildo again. I faintly heard Miguel grunting again but I ignored him. I opened my eyes to
Joey’s camera right in my face. I licked the nipple I had in my mouth for him and the
camera snapped repeatedly. Celia’s body gave in to pleasure then. She bounced hard on
my fingers and the dildo. Her sweetness flowed over my hand and her cunt throbbed around
my fingers.
I sighed into her neck and removed the gag from her mouth with my free hand. She panted as
the phallus left her mouth. But she had no time to say anything. I replaced the phallus
with the fingers that had been in her pussy. She sucked them greedily. I watched her
display of obedience with a smile. I ran my hands over her chest as she continued to
bounce a little on the dildo. I was eager to continue to see what her beautiful body could
offer me.
I tore my gaze from her and looked to Trigg. That was the cue he needed. His face
tightened with restraint. My nod to him allowed him to come. He screamed as his orgasm
ripped though his body. His white cream oozed from Miguel’s mouth. Now satisfied that
my toys knew to behave as I instructed, I unlocked Trigg’s handcuffs. I eased
Celia’s petite ass from the dildo and took her in my arms. She melted in my embrace.
I unbound her wrists and scooped her in to my arms.
I turned to Trigg and Miguel. I watched amused. Though he no longer was obligated to do
so, Miguel was reluctant to release Trigg’s cock. Trigg didn’t complain one bit.
I looked to Katrina’s satisfied face and raised my eyebrows. I nodded my head in the
direction of my upstairs bedroom and Joey. She chuckled and nodded. She whispered into
Joey’s ear and handed him another bag of film. She pushed him in my direction with a
smile.
“Now kiss and make up,” I called to Trigg and Miguel over my shoulder. Joey
followed on my heels as I took Celia upstairs to my bedroom. My boytoys had learned their
lessons. Celia had learned hers as well. It was time for Joey to learn something new.
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