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The Misunderstanding


Susan was the best secretary I had ever had. Efficient and permisterable, she was a joy to work with. I was delighted that she was able to get away from home long enough to join me on this business trip. Her help was much appreciated.

Susan was certainly attractive, but we were both married, and it never would have occurred to me to make advances towards her. I just wasn't that kind of guy. Plus, I was 52, and she wasn't yet thirty.

It was about 10:00 P.M. on the evening of our arrival, and we were still working in her hotel room on preparations for the next day's meeting. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. As I began to open it, Susan's husband powerd his way into the room.

He was in a rage. Claiming he knew what we were doing, he pulled a gun and told us we would both pay. We tried desperately to let him know that this was a misunderstanding, and we were just working together, but he would not hear of it.

Waving the gun, he made us stand next to each other. Calmly, he then ordered me to undress Susan. We were still trying to reamister with him, without success. There was no way out of this, but to follow his demands and hope he calmed down. So I proceeded to remove her clothes. I tried to stop when she was in only a bra and panties, but he angrily snapped at me, "Everything." He then ordered her to undress me. She reluctantly complied.

We were then both naked in front of him. "John, please, please think about what you are doing," Susan pleaded. He seemed to not even hear her.

"Put your arms around each other," he commanded. We both looked at each other, and knew that there was nothing we could do. We did as he said. Laughing, he pulled out his phone and took a photo of us. He then instructed me to lean over and kiss her, and took another picture.

Next, he motioned me to sit on the side of the bed, and placed her in my lap. Telling us to embrace, another picture was taken. He then had her lay on the bed, and told me to get on top of her. Another picture was taken.

He then had us standing before him again. Ignoring our continued attempts to convince him his impressions were wrong, he produces cuffs from a gym bag he brought with him. Throwing them on the bed, he ordered me to bind her wrists behind her. I begged him not to hurt her. Cutting me off, he snarls, "I'm not going to touch her. You are."

Our tormentor produced clamps, and instructed me to attach them to Susan's nipples. I tried to be as gentle as I could, but she still howled as I placed them. Producing a vibrator from his bag, he flipped a switch and the device began to hum. Handing it to me, he told me to make her "cum like the slut she is." As I apply the vibrator to her flesh, she moaned and squirmed.

I couldn't stand to see Susan being treated like this. An idea came to me. I blurt out, "Okay, I confess." I made up a story claiming that I powerd her to relax with me, or I would fire her. It was all my fault. She only did it to keep her job. Susan pleaded with me not to do this, but I saw that this was the only way to deflect John's anger away from her.

For John, this confirmed his suspicion. Saying he always knew his wife was a "good girl," who would never do this on her own, he removes the cuffs from her wrists. Caressing her, he tells her that he still loves her, but that she must now prove her relationship with me is over by punishing me for what I did to her.

Walking over to where her outfits for the trip are hung, he takes a blouse and skirt off a hanger. They are tossed on the bed, along with the bra and panties I had taken off her at the beginning of the ordeal.

He orders her to dress me in them. She complies, but as she is putting the bra and blouse on me, she whispers, "I am so grateful for what you are doing here--and I will never forget it."

He then snaps at me, "Get on your knees--slut." When I have done so, he produces a strap-on dildo from the gym bag. Tossing it at Susan's feet, he ordered her to put it on. She did so, and I was then powerd to suck it.

I was then brought back to my feet. Picking up the vibrator that was used earlier, he taunted me by telling me how pretty I was, and that "pretty little things like you really enjoy this." Commanding Susan to hold me from behind, he switched on the toy. Commanding me to spread my legs, he violently shoved the device up the skirt I was being made to wear and into my crotch.

"Tell me how good that feels," John instructed. "Beg me to make you cum," he snarled. Behind me, Susan was whispering to me to just do as he said, and get the nightmare over. I tried to resist. I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction. But as the humming vibrator was thrust over and over into my sensitive region, I couldn't take any more.

Through moans, I muttered, "That feels so good. Please make me cum," I sighed.

"Make me cum--Master," he corrected.

When I said nothing, the vibrator pushed harder into my groin. "Make me cum, Master," I repeated. Indeed, only my explosive orgasm finally stopped him. John then went over and sat on the couch. He motioned to Susan to join him there. Putting his arm around his still naked wife, he ordered me, "Entertain us. Do a striptease for us."

I thought the vibrator incident was total offense. I was wrong. I was made to dance in front of them, and slowly remove the clothes that Susan had put on me.

Soon, I was again naked--and hoping that this was now about over. My heart sank when he told Susan to take the cuffs and restrain my wrists behind me. It wasn't over. He then announced that my cock must be punished for "leading us astray." At his direction, Susan was made to alternately slap, massage, squeeze, prod, and kick my still sensitive groin area. I believe it was as painful for her as it was for me.

John informs us that he then has just one more requirement of us. He bends me over the hotel room's table. Telling me I have been bad, he orders Susan to spank me. Initially, she is using her hand. Obviously, her heart is not in it. Deciding that isn't rough enough, John hands her my belt. He then tells her to use that, with the stipulation that if she does not punish me hard enough, he will take over and do it himself. Knowing that would be even rougher for me, Susan did her best and I flinched with each stroke she applied to my bare bottom.

Finally, John takes away the belt and told us that he had seen enough. He took the cuffs off my wrists. He then placed me facing Susan. Ordering me to take her hands in mine, John instructed me to apologize to her for all the harm I had caused her, and promise to never do it again.

Susan tried to tell him that this wasn't necessary, but he cut her off. "Tell her, or I assume you aren't really sorry, and we resume our little session," he barked.

I was looking directly at Susan. But I couldn't look her in the eyes, because her gaze was fixed on the floor. With a sigh, I began, "Susan, I am sorry for all the trouble I caused you. I promise to never let it happen again. I hope you can forgive me."

"Well, honey, what do you think," John asked.

Without looking up, Susan mumred, "I accept your apology."

With that, John kissed his wife and headed for the door. Opening it to leave, he turned around and called out, "See you at home, honey." Then, he was out the door, and the ordeal was over.

My first instinct was to run over and bolt the door shut. Susan and I then proceeded to get dressed. I asked her if she was alright. She said she was. She asked me how I was doing. I told her I was a little sore, but I would be fine. She tried to apologize, but I let her know it was not her fault. Then, as I got up to head back to my own room, she stopped me.

"Just a minute," she said as she tip-toed over to me. Reaching me, Susan gave me a light kiss on the cheek. I put my arm around her as I let her know, "Your husband is really a lucky guy." As I exited the room, I looked back and saw that she was blushing.

Believe me, that afternoon made it clear to me that this little piece of meat loves dick more than one at a time. She bucked hard through some of that stuff and wasn't shy about yelling it out either! I guaranty you she was not fighting us off!

Well, Bobby and I had some fun together more than once after that before we decided on a gangbang. Our fun has not been any little one night stand cuckolds brownie, now - you gotta understand that. We've been having fun with this slut for months! We had such a regular good time at her place that I started having her dress just for us, shave her cunt, have our takes fixed just the way we like 'em. Sometimes we took her out someplace for lunch with no panties and did her in a men's room or the car - all that. I got her pretty much educated into completely submissive slut mode.

About that time I'd say we'd been fucking around for a couple months, and, as will happen now and again, sometimes you have a situation come up. I had to figure out how to throw a small party for some guys at the last minute and you gotta be inventive, y'know? My friends and I had just finished up a nice custom job with a fat paycheck and we all thought it would be nice to have an unwinder, if you know what I mean. We could use a few days off and I wanted to reward a good crew.

Next day, with everyone all rested and ready to play, I called cunt on the way over and told her we were coming to party. This time I warned everybody about her first reaction, but Bobby chimed in as how he knew that she was a good ride and would come through fine, though, so we headed on over. Now, a couple of the boys are a bit rowdy, I gotta admit. When you got five guys circled around one mouth and two hands, someone is going to be hungry for attention. My little snatch was a bit better this time about being nice with new people though because, see, I think she had finally got the idea in her head that more than one cock is a good thing! She served up takes, gave head, made sandwiches and fucked like a trooper. She did her best to be servile and make sure we all got taken care of in a timely fashion and she didn't need a whole lot of being told!

She got a nice mouthful of jizz, got a wad or two in her hair, and got some up her other holes as well. I know for a fact she was very happily worn out.

As a parting word of wisdom on the way out I reminded her that she better take care of her man that night. I know she doesn't want him getting suspicious and the best way to avoid that is give 'em something so good it'll put 'em to relax.

I bet she was just about to crap her panties trying to figure out how to hide all the mess and clean herself up before Twinky Dick got home. Shit, I wish I coulda been a fly on the wall that night just to see if he caught a whiff of anything.

OK, so I have to bet you're catching on to how this all was shaping up, right? By then, this little piece of ass was fuckin' submissive as hell and completely addicted to cock. After a while of playin' around, then, with the occasional party at cunt's place, I figured we had her about where we needed her. Now it was time to get pipsqueak in the game.

You see I got a method, yes? I took plenty of photos and plenty of videos at these little get-togethers and I wasn't snapping pictures of no finger sandwiches and tea trays. I had her by the lower lips and she was gonna do what I wanted no matter what.

I found out that her hubby had made some damn good money, but I never used her out of any of it. I'm not a fucking criminal, OK? Plus, I figured if we busted her marriage she'd get a nice chunk of cash in a divorce. We got nothing to worry about, far as I can see. It's all good, right?

So one day a few weeks back I came over with Bobby and Stevie for a 3- way sandwich. All very nice, good company and some nice grunts among friends. A little bondage to entice and please, with nice soft leather ankle and wrist cuffs for my little pussy. Very deluxe, OK? Then I whip out my secret little weapon - Big King. They make these honkin' big magic markers, permanent, and they stink like cuckolds brownie. While Bobby was getting his knob waxed a second time and Stevie was shooting video I came up behind her and just started writing on her ass and back. Freaked her right out!

Bobby was ready though and grabbed her by the hair and said "hey! Pay attention! Suck harder, cunt! I wanna feel your tongue on my balls!" and practically shoved his cock down to her tits. While she was coping and gagging along, I not only signed my name about a foot tall across her ass but I wrote all over her back, stuff like "gangbang slut", "5 dicks go here" (with an arrow to her asshole), and I did a nice artsy job, too. I have nice lettering s*******s if I do say so myself.

After Bobby popped his load in her mouth I told her to turn over. She started complaining but I just told her to shut up and stuck the ball gag in her mouth. I mean, I was ready to cope - you gotta plan ahead. I'd signaled Bobby and I went for her ankles while he did her hands to the headboard. Laid out flat in a trice!

"Listen, bitch. Your back was just for fucking starters. We're gonna paint you like property - which is just exactly what the fuck you are. You belong to us, cunt, and that's just the way we like it."

Oh - pardon me again, dear readers - my little cunt is writhing on the bed again while I type. Too much fucking noise.

Better - I'm back.

Well, I have some damn nice photos in my album from that day I assure you! I brought a bunch of markers, different colors, and the three of us took our time. She looked like a fucking tattoo queen when we were done, her body all red, green, black, blue, purple. And lewd as hell, of course. Stevie actually drew a kind of crown across her forehead and wrote "cum queen" above her eyes.

On her belly I wrote Twinky Dick a little note : "Wifey likes our cocks better than yours."

We made sure her butt plug was solid, jammed a vibe in her cunt, taped it in place with duct tape, and took our time about getting dressed. By the time Twinky Dick got home we were all comfy in the living room, totally sophisticated with our takes, with wifey kneeling in the middle of the floor. She was untied - nothing to worry about. Hell, we'd made her cum twice more with the little remote thingy while we waited. She'd been sniffling plenty, too, but she had come to understand that in this regard she was totally fucked. You can't outrun a camera and the evidence doesn't lie! Hell - she had nothing to fight about, since she invited us into her life and loved it all anyway.

So, anyway, about dinner time in comes hubby, home from a day at the grind, and he about cuckolds brownie when he saw the party.

I had to be totally pleasant as hell, though - I mean, we are guests. "Hey, hey, Mark, take it easy there, buster! See, we're friends" (and of course I emphasized the word 'friends!') "Wifey here has been partying with us a long-ass time, haven't you dear?"

"What the hell is this? What have you done!?? Darling, are you alright? What's going on? Who the hell are you people?"

He was just a mass of outrage and questions, which I suppose I can't blame him for. But this is our game, not his, so we took control of the situation. "Hey, Mark - I'm telling you - we've been partying with your wife for months, pal. Wanna see some nice photos and videos? Cuz I got 'em right here. Fuck - look at your TV, buddy! Maybe you recognize the porn star on there?" (I had loaded up a nice compilation of stuff on a DVD and had it going right there in his living room.)

I think the video did it, especially when I un-muted it so he could hear his beloved grunting and huffing away and begging for more. I had him totally locked right down to his fuckin' socks right about then. He was totally floored and in shock. Beauty.

"See, wifey has been so good about giving us a good time we thought we'd invite you into our little games. All very friendly, see? We don't have to - we're just being, y'know, nice."

Well, are you shocked that he didn't believe she had done this voluntarily? Oh, hell no - it took quite a bit of convincing. It's like any surprise. Shock first, denial, then the fight, and then - acceptance. You gotta have that 'come to grips' time and accept reality, right? But since I had her emails right from day one when she responded to my ad, and had her sucking and fucking for all she was worth right in front of his face, wide screen, I had his attention completely.

He babred something about not being able to 'handle' it or something and I invited him to just take a load off and have a sit. Cunt just sat still, head down and behaved herself quietly. Very good and we all got calmed down. While he plopped in the chair (probably about half numb) I handed him a bourbon and waved to Bobby... That signal got the point across to Twinky Dick for sure, cuz Bobby whipped out his big-ass floppy cock and stuffed it in cunt's mouth right there in front of him. Bobby can be a bit rude, but he is also very effective: "Show Twinky Dick how you like to suck big cocks, cunt!" And, gentle reader, she did. Ah - it was a truly golden moment.

How can it get any better? You got a home-made "best of" porno on the big screen, live cock show, humred little Twinky Dick staring at a real life change and an art show painted all over the bitch - plus free takes! Just grand, man, I swear.

Hang on again - I'm gonna be nice and give the cunt a break and turn the vibe down to 'low'.

Yeah - back. Good story, huh? Better than her pathetic 'help me' e- mail, no doubt.

So, anyway, there we were in the living room, recruiting Twinky Dick. If you show someone the benefit, you're gonna sell 'em, and Bobby was demonstrating the benefit right there in permister. Now, I will grant you that Twinky Dick does not have the superb heft and shaftitude that Bobby does (and few have) but I think he got the point that wifey had been learning how to give very good head and was ready, willing and able. Shit - she was downright enthusiastic.

He never shed a tear or even came close that I could tell while watching her give it up, not the whole time we were there. To my way of thinking that was a sign we were on the right track and not on the way to having a messy divorce and all that crap. No, we marched ahead full steam and fucking indoctrinated Twinky Dick that night. He was fucking IN the game, OK?

When Bobby finally shot in her mouth, I told her "don't you swallow that just yet, baby! C'mon over here - crawl - that's it - and show Twinky Dick how the back of your mouth looks, OK? Open up - give him a show... Very nice. You'd like to have his load in there, too, wouldn't you, cunt?" She nodded and muffled an 'uh huh' through the load in her mouth. Fucking perfect.

His eyes were glued on her mouth and he was completely fascinated when she swallowed. I think she had only recently started swallowing his cum, I bet. I wondered if he was just now connecting the dots and figuring out how long his wife's pussy had been shaved smooth...

"Go ahead, TD - your turn. Stuff your sausage in her mouth so she can take care of her man."

As you might imagine he was not really 'up' for that as a member of our little group that fast, but after a bit of cajoling he came around to our way of thinking. It's all sales technique, again, after all. Sex sells - for real! I had her pose for him in his face, shake her ass a bit, finger her pussy and spread it open for him. I even had her tell him in her squeaky little scared voice that she loved to get double humped front and back and that she loved to take it up the ass now.

"Now, tell the nice man how you'd like to give him any kind of kinky cuckolds brownie his little heart might desire. Here, now, try this on for size: Tell him you'll let him fuck you in the ass any time he wants. Go ahead..."

"Baby, I will - I'll give you anything you want. I know you've always wanted to do me in the ass - and you can, any time you want. Anything, baby, anything at all!" Oh, she was superb there, on her knees, hair messed up and tits swinging free. (The right tit said "Tit 1" and the left one said "Tit 2". See, I have a sense of humor!)

"See, TD, that's something I bet you never got before - and now, thanks to us, you get to have some very nice and very appreciative ass. She likes it, man!"

Well, Twinky's eyes were about permanently glazed over at this point, but we got him up, got him unzipped and we became the cheering section for him getting the filthiest blow job he'd ever had. We didn't need to press the issue any more, now then, did we? No - we were very polite, said g'nite and all, and left 'em in peace. In pieces, maybe, but that was to be seen.

Next day, sure as cuckolds brownie, I got a call from my little piece of ass.

"Please, I'm so messed up! I... I think Mark will be OK - I hope so - but he wouldn't stay with me last night... He wouldn't even let me in the bedroom!"

"O crap, pussy, quit blathering. Who'd want to relax with someone after they found out they'd been fucked over for half the fucking year? You're fucking lucky he didn't kick your ass into the street naked."

Of course, this drove her to tears cuz I was so 'insensitive'. But, well, cuckolds brownie, it was true! But I'm not a total horse's ass, and I gave her some comfort, too.

"Don't worry, cunt - everything's gonna be just fine. Really. You gotta trust me on this, baby. He's just gotta get used to the whole idea, that's all. Now - you be a good cunt and you give him anything he wants whenever he wants it. Wait by the door naked and kneel properly when he comes home. Give him a nice blowjob and make him a nice dinner. Fuck him to relax. I'm telling you - you have to DO things and that's what matters. If he ain't man enough to ask, you give it to him anyway. Massage his back nice and deep. Assfuck for him. Let him whip you if he feels like getting his anger out and fucking offer him the belt to do it with. Fucking grovel for him! You know how to do that, now, don't you? Didn't I train you good? Listen, pussy, really - you don't have to talk to him - you gotta fuck his eyeballs out, OK!?"

It's true - he has a fuckwhore for a wife and he has to figure that out at a gut level, someplace way down below intelligent thought. He's gotta figure out if he wants to have a fuckwhore for a wife or if he wants to shove her in the street. His choice. But see, I already knew Twinky Dick. He wasn't going fucking anywhere.

Coupla days later, after several little chats with cunt, we had us another little get together for Twinky Dick's benefit. This time it was just Bobby and I and the purpose was to drive the point home. But this time was kind of special. We had us a little meeting of the minds. To start with we stripped cunt and bound her hands up tight behind her back right in front of his eyes. She is property, and he had to see that.

We had cunt describe to him - in plain detail - how she was a hot wife fuckslut. How she couldn't help herself and that she just had to have cock and needed to be used like a filthy slave cunt.

Then we had even more fun - fuck man, we went to education town on his ass. We had her agree and tell him in her squeaky afraid voice how she belonged to US and that he got leftovers. That was the eye- opener for him, no doubt!

To keep the party moving, so to speak, we got him all hot and bothered to where his dick was stiff as a rod. I shoved her face in his crotch and had her rub him with her face and lick him as well as she could through his pants and pull his zipper down with her teeth. It didn't take long. I pulled her back by her hair to the kneeling- ready position.

"Well, TD, I see you have some interest in what we're offering, here. Nice tits, ass, nice wet pussy... plus, she does have the bonus of being totally fucking debased and obedient, man! She will do anything at all at this point, and she will do it as a slave to sex, won't you, cunt?"

She kept her eyes on the floor, nodded and answered properly, "yes, Sir."

"But, TD, although she will now do fucking anything you want, we get first dibs. And what that means is that you have to wait your turn. Please, sit back and relax, and allow us to demonstrate..."

Bobby had been stripping down and grabbed her head and jammed his dick in her mouth. "See, Bobby gets to skullfuck her first. Then me, and so on. You stay right here in this chair 'til we're done. You wanna wank your dick, you feel free."

I stripped off and we started on her fore and aft, Bobby fucking her cunt first. We swapped back and forth and played around, grabbing her tits, slapping her ass, that kind of thing. At one point, while TD was wanking right along with his dick poking out of his pants, I took her and pointed her ass right into his face. "Go ahead, take a sniff! Bury your face right up her ass, TD!" He didn't hesitate at all. Got down on his knees and stuck his face as deep up her crack as it could go. Good man!

"Now lick it, TD - Lick her asshole, if you like it so much. Go ahead!" He licked her ass like a starving man while I swapped my dick in her mouth with Bobby's, back and forth. We tried to get both in at once, but Bobby is such a fuck-horse we really just couldn't do it.

"Now, now, TD - let us finish up first." We got a good rhythm going and Bobby grunted out a nice load in her cunt about the same time I filled her mouth up. Gotta give Bobby creds, he drove her over the edge and I knew she was struggling not to bite my cock while she creamed around his dick! And when we turned to check up on TD, he was all fucking done. The show was too much for him and he blew all over his pants. Well, we did have a nice slave handy, so I made cunt slurp it all up, doing her best to get it off his pants.

"Hmmm - well, TD, looks like we're gonna have to stick around for second helpings. But, now, I gotta explain something to you. See, if you can't hang with the big boys and fuck her, well, then your just gonna end up being a limp dick in this whole thing and you aren't going to get to enjoy the true slut wifey here has blossomed into!"

"O, man - It just drove me wild watching..."

"Yeah, TD, no cuckolds brownie! I can see that! But get your head on straight, dude - you wanna fuck your hand or you wanna fuck her ass? Your choice, man..."

Needless to say, by the time we got up and around for seconds, TD managed not to wank himself over the edge. We got to watch him butt- hump his wife for the first time. And he did agree that he loved it, though he didn't last too long. Frankly, I think that seeing his wife get pummeled by cocks and getting to take part with us was as much of his turn-on as sticking his dick in her rump. And just the fact that she would do this kind of nasty stuff I am sure drove him wild. What hubby doesn't want a slut for a wife?

Things settled into a level of normalcy. Cunt naturally didn't want things to change but Twinky Dick, being a new addition to our little games, was still kind of an unknown at first.

After a couple weeks he seemed into the swing of things. He liked taking her up the ass when they were on their own I think because he thought he somehow had that more to himself. (He knew, of course, that her cunt was often gonna be SOA - sloppy on arrival.)

How the hell did he think her ass was the right size to take his dick so easily? Ha. Well, I let him live in fantasyland a bit.

We did give him every opportunity to properly join in the fun. He was always invited to tag-team the cunt. We still got first dibs, but I even experimented letting him go first in case he didn't like sloppy cunt.

Didn't matter. He never lasted very long and often shot his wad in a minute or three and lots of times he couldn't even get it up. It was better if we made him sit and watch for a while and then let him pop off in her mouth.

He knew his place in the scheme of things from day one. Shit, he just could not compete, OK? Me and the guys just pack more heat, I guess.

But after a little while at this level of play, we hadda take it up a notch. I have goals, OK? You gotta work toward your goals or you never get there.

So one day Stevie and I are there with TD, having a take or two, having cunt do some nice lap dancing and giving us a show while we wait for Bobby. Bobby gets there and I think, gang's all here, let's get it going... on my agenda, mind you.

"OK, so, TD, we'd like a little something interesting, here. Why don't you get stripped off and join wifey on the dance floor - give us a little show."

He about turned blue and sputtered that we got to go first, deny, deny, deny.

"No bullcuckolds brownie, paco. When I give you dibs, see, you gotta respect that. Now strip off and get the fuck out there, little dick."

No - more talkback. We still didn't have his attention properly, I guess, so me and Bobby fucking heaved him out of his chair and took his clothes off for him. It was a laugh - he didn't dare put up a real fight, though a few buttons did get airborne.

And sure enough, just as I thought, no chance that he could get it up.

"Mark, Mark, Mark. You are really earning the name 'Twinky Dick', huh? You wanna play with the big dogs here, you gotta be capable. You see how it is, right? We come over to play and we get it up. We can fuck wifey any time, right guys?"

Chorus of agreement, naturally.

"And we don't shoot our load in two fuckin' minutes, either. We fuck like we mean it! And wifey puss likes it that way, right?"

'Nother chorus of agreement, this time with wifey nodding right along. But TD's dick was limp, limp, limp.

"So, TD, if you can't fuck, you got to be honestly the lowest of the fucking low. Last of the last. Performance based work review, buddy! You understand that, right?"

He just stood there. Bobby helped me out, direct as always.

"Hey, dude said, 'right?' That means he wants you to answer."

His 'I guess so' was pretty weak.

"Fuckin' right. So if you aren't ready to work at dickin' the cunt, you can work at getting me and the boys a nice round of takes and snacks. You're the entertainment committee. Go on - get to it."

He made to get his clothes back.

"No, no, Twinky Dick! Who the fuck said you could get dressed? Go get my take! Don't be a cuckolds browniehead, man!"

That night we had really begun to make it clear to TD that he was gonna be sucking hind tit in every possible way. We didn't have to beat him up or anything - he made his own bed and fucking chose to be entertainment committee material. Like I said, it's all performance based. If he'd a hung with the boys from early on he coulda been one of us, at least sorta.

He finally got it up later that night when cunt sucked him off. It probably turned him on enough to get hard to get a show first, play his dick up by hand and then get head while his used slut was getting it in the ass at the same time.

We didn't make too much more of it that night but the very next night I called 'party' with Bobby. I like having Bobby along - he makes a great enpowerr even if he doesn't do anything but stand there and fuck. He just looks the part.

We got started kind of along 'normal' lines, playing around with pussy and TD watching. But before we got serious I had TD strip for me again.

"Alright, TD, let's see what we got going on here. Hmmm - seems you're fuckin' limp again. Well, seems to be kind of a regular problem with you, TD. But here, I got you a present."

I whipped out one of those clear plastic dick guard things and handed it to cunt. That afternoon I'd told her that we were gonna make TD into a nice little cuckold slave boy and damn if it didn't get her excited! I waved her over, to kneel at his crotch and she began putting it on.

I halted his protesting feedback pretty quick. "Jesus - shut up, TD. Wifey and I got you this nice present special! You proved you can't hang with us, so just deal. See, this thing makes sure you just watch. You can have your jollies later when we say so - IF we say so!" That got a giggle out of Bobby, but cunt just focused on getting the doohickey on his prick.

"You're entertainment committee, anyway, remember? You get takes, you watch the fun, OK? No big deal. Matter of fact I have a really nice job for you right now you're gonna enjoy."

Soon as cunt had the thing well in place I had her lay back on the ottoman and open up.

"Get over there and eat pussy, TD. I want you to get my slut nice 'n wet. That's it, get in there and lick pussy. Get in there, pal - get that tongue in there." I shoved his head into her cunt. "Get that tongue way up that hole, man! Get it in there and move it around! I wanna hear her moaning. You better do a good job, TD!"

She had a load in there from earlier, but I didn't even bring it up. He went at it, but I was watching pussy's face. I let him go for a minute then asked, "He doing a good enough job for you, baby?"

She wasn't writhing around or anything so I knew the answer - "no, Sir."

I knelt right down beside him and gave it to him in the ear hole: "Well, then, cuckolds brownie, TD, looks like you're doing a lousy job and I gotta have another present for you. I got this nice fat belt here and if you can't get it right and get her hot for me I'm gonna have to give you some licks across the ass. You better figure out how to do a good job on that pussy, bra!"

I need not have worried about having my fun on his butt. In his strained mental state he couldn't have done a good job for big pay. He was frantic, shoving his tongue everywhere and pressing 100 pounds per square inch trying to get it - exactly the wrong thing to do. Everybody knows you gotta love the pussy at first to get it hot and he was beating it to a pulp the way you do when you're getting close to the edge.

I wailed on his ass as promised but first I had Bobby tie his hands off behind his back. More protests, of course, but I told him he needed to concentrate on doing a proper pussy-licking job.

"OK, TD - for every 'no' I hear out of cunt when I ask if she's getting off, you get three on the ass. I already heard one 'no' so get ready! And don't you stop licking that hole!"

My belt is wide and thick and doured over is a nice heavy hitter. Believe me, he wailed with every swat.

After a while I think we got the point across. He was no good at licking cunt and no good at hard-ons. We tried, too. We had him lay flat and had her squat on his face and wiggle, we had him approach kneeling from behind, whatever. 'sort of', 'no' and 'no'.

Point proved. A dozen strong whacks on the ass and he was gonna stay sore for a while from it, too.

We fucking told him he'd had his chance for that night, tied him into a chair facing the wall, and double dicked her (noisily of course) behind him. He got to hear how she wailed and came from a real man's attentions, all very educational. We both made sure to come in her pussy - nice big loads.

Got him off the chair, dragged him back to the main lounging area and tried again. Her cunt was a nice mess and we shoved his face right in it.

"You fucked up your chance with pussy earlier, TD, but you get another go at it. You get clean-ups. Now, get to it!"

He naturally wanted nothing to do with it. "Tell him what you want, pussy! He needs to hear it from you!"

She was a champ - "Clean my pussy, you fucking limp dick piece of cuckolds brownie! Lick it! I want to feel your tongue all the way up my cunt!"

I shoved his head back in there and told him to get his tongue going or I was gonna beat his ass black and blue some more. He got the idea. Besides I think he started getting kind of turned on by it! You gotta admit, used cunt is nice and smelly! He powerd his tongue out and made himself do it. You could tell he was revolted and loving it nasty at the same time.

Cunt kept at it verbally, too, with "that's it, that's it! I want to cum again and you better do me good! Lick it all up! Lick my clit! C'mon, flick your tongue back and forth!"

It didn't take long before we were ready for more, too, so we had her squat on his face so she could suck Bobby's salami.

The sight of that turned me on so much I had to take her again as well, this time in the ass, right in front of TD's eyes - very close up! I bet his eyes bugged out of his fuckin' head.

"Don't stop licking, TD! Don't you fuckin' stop!"

We were able to go a pretty long time, and Bobby and I traded places a few times, getting cunt to lick and suck her nasty asshole off our cocks. Poor TD just stayed buried in his pussy cave, dick all locked down.

Bobby shot a load way up her ass and I took his place. I told her to go ahead and release Twinky Dick's device and told her she could 69 him.

Cunt was certainly into it - she'd probably lost count of the times she had cum by then but she kept going. She was still pumping her ass onto my cock till the end and at the same time she wasted zero time getting TD's dick hard and sucking him up.

When I pulled out of her asshole to cum I made sure I sprayed all over her cunt and his face.

"Lick it, TD! Make it nice and clean! Lick it up!"

The suck job plus the nastiness in his face plus finally being allowed to have fun did him good - He grunted for all he was worth and shot her mouth full of cum.

Satisfaction all 'round!

We left them cuddled all together there on the floor and threw a blanket over them, gave 'em a pillow. I have no idea how long she kept him tied up, but I noticed one thing nice from the door as I left. While she was wrapped all around hubby on the floor she looked up at me, smiled, and gave me a little air-kiss!

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New Boss Changes her Life


Her life had been more like the plot of a romance novel than reality. She and John were both Greeks and both had lived on campus, the two of them were involved with so much school activity she couldn't remember what event she actually met him at. In reality she barely knew his name but when they were crowned king and queen of home coming, it just seemed natural to her for them to become a couple. It's not as if they had sex, as she had signed a purity commitment back in high school and she still wore her ring with pride. Jill always figured that sex was something only lose girls did or even worse, those girls so desperate for a man they'd do anything.

One of the reamisters she stayed with John was although he begged a lot, he was never insistent and she felt comfortable that he would never try to power her into anything. If he especially pleased her in some way, she would allow him to get to 'First base,' even so far as under the sweater and under the bra. This was not something she permitted often, as she didn't want him to think it was his right to gain access to her body. It would take her years to realize that comfort and love are not the same and so after graduation when he proposed she said yes.

Their honeymoon was just as she imagined as a young girl and she felt like the sacrificial virgin as she lay on their honeymoon bed. She allowed him to feast upon her nakedness for it was now his right as her husband and although it was embarrassing, it did make her feel like a woman. She wasn't sure wasn't what to expect with her deflowering but in the end it was more disappointment than pleasure and she was glad when it was over.

As they settled down to married life, Jill just found it easier to refuse John than to give in to his urges and by the fifth year of their marriage, they weren't even mating once a month. Even though John always seemed to enjoy it when they had sex, he was a gentleman about it and he never insisted on a rut as she came to call it.

One day she was downtown where she bumped into a sorority sister and they went for tea. Sheila went on and on about her new job and the reward of doing something out of the house. Jill had never considered working but Sheila had seemed so satisfied that in the end she decided she would give working a try. She knew John would be upset but he would get over it, he always did. She then went to an agency where they found her a position in a small firm across town. It didn't take her long to discover that a job is more work than reward and yet it did add a sense of accomplishment to her life. What Jill didn't have the nerve to admit to herself was what she really liked about her job, was her boss Mr. Adams. This man was strong willed, he commanded respect, and when he gave an order, it was expected to be followed. She had never known anyone like him and soon found herself thinking about him all the time. One night as she lay in bed just after refusing John again, she began to think of Mr. Adams. She somehow knew that he would not take a refusal of sex; in fact, he probably wouldn't even ask he would just take her. Jill suddenly realized she had her hand between her legs and she was rubbing her clit like some kind of wanton slut. She could not control her urges any more than she could control the fluids seeping out of her inter-most folds. Her thoughts were of Mr. Adams and she imagined him tearing her gown and powering her legs apart to take what he wanted from her. She orgasmed if not for the first time in her life, definitely the most powerful of her life.

The next day at work she could not get the image she now had of her boss taking his pleasure from her at will. When he called her into his office she entered with wet panties and the fear he would smell her scent. He told her she needed to work late and to be in his office at end of shift. She called her husband to inform him to get his own diner but try as she may she could not concentrate on her work as her fantasies ran rampant in her head. She was in his office at five and as he was on the phone, he merely pointed to a chair and as she sat, she felt as if she were a schoolgirl waiting in the dean's office to receive her punishment. Hearing her name brought her back to reality with a jolt as she become conscious of the fact that he now was talking to her.

"As a new employee I wanted you to work with me tonight to enable me to see if you will fit in with my program."

"I'm yours for the evening, use me as you will," how could she have said that? She couldn't have been any more oblivious if she had lay down spread eagle on his desk. The look in his eyes quickly showed her he took the same meaning from what she said.

"Come over here," he commanded and of course, she did as he said. Her face burned with shame as he brazenly lifted her dress and put his hand between her legs.

"You are just a little slut aren't you?"

"Nno sir, I'm not that kind of girl."

He thrust his fingers, soaked with her juices under her nose.

"I think your cunt just called you a lair. Can you smell that? Doesn't that smell like a slut's pussy to you? Pull up your dress I want to take a look at your underwear. Just as I thought, take them off right now, that's right, now hand them to me."

As Jill obediently did as instructed she remembered this morning as she picked her prettiest pair of panties to put on, she was thinking of her boss but she never imagined handing them to him. She never allowed her husband even a touch her dirty panties and now here was her boss twirling them around on his finger and then he was putting them to his nose.

"Ms. Hanmister, these are not work appropriate underwear and I would rather you wear nothing as to wear these."

He opened his top drawer and dropped her soaked panties in it.

"I feel you should be punished for your display."

He grabbed her and put her across his lap, then pulled her dress up and spanked her bare bum. The shock and offense was almost more than she could bare and yet he would not stop. What was first shame soon turned to pain and then that pain turned to warmth as she felt the glow in her cheeks grow. That was not all she felt growing as she was stretched across his lap she felt his erection in his trousers coming to life. As her punishment ended, Jill realized she was turned on more than ever. Instead of standing up, she slid to her knees and begged Mr. Adams to allow her to please him.

He chuckled and just nodded his head, she worked feverishly to try to free him from his pants, and finally he had to push her away to do it himself. He stood up and his trousers fell to the floor leaving only his boxers between her and what she now desired more than life itself. At this time, Jill truly felt if she could just be allowed to hold his organ she could die a happy woman. She stared at his outline in his shorts and wondered briefly if she had ever held Johns penis but quickly lost the though as Mr. Adams cock popped out when he slid his boxers down his legs. She now had this magnificent specimen in her hands just inches from her face and as he pushed it towards her, she opened her mouth to accept it without hesitation. She worried that the lack of experience in these matters might affect her ability to please him but she quickly learned all she had to do was keep her mouth opened as he grabbed her head and fucked her mouth in a rapid motion. It was vulgar and she felt defiled yet at the same time it was a sexual thrill to be used for his pleasure. She actually hadn't thought about an ejaculation and when it came, it not only shocked her she gagged on it and she even felt some come out her nose.

Once he was done with her, he instructed her to cleanse him with her mouth and then he pulled up his trousers. He told her she was through for the evening and as he turned to leave, he said that he would expect her in his office early every morning for a panty inspection. After he left she remained on her knees as she had been. She put her hand between her legs and gave herself a scalding orgasm. As she drove home, she decided she must stop and shop for some new panties for work. She wondered what kind of punishment she would receive if she wore a thong tomorrow.

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Forgetful Maid


It was Helen's turn to drive to the party and she was telling him about several weeks of magictherapy that helped her stop smoking. It had been a complete cure and thought he would be pleased. It had been a mistake telling her husband though.

Nigel became angry seeing it as deceit. He thought it was a deceit but it certainly wasn't her opinion of the situation. It was just his pride that had been dented. He already resented her position as managing director of her late mans company and this revelation was yet another slight to his pride.

She had grown up with a powerful man and still felt a man should make the decisions but that didn't happen between them. In his opinion he was a natural leader but he wasn't tough, or at least as ruthless as her man.

Helen wasn't looking forward to his company's gathering. It was a large international corporation with too many self important pompous people on its staff. Not only that, he had been spending all hours working at gaining a promotion until she felt neglected.

Why didn't they stay home and spend some time together? She knew the answer to that before it was asked. He needed to be there to mingle and be seen as a company man. He wanted promotion to prove something to her.

Perhaps that's why she revealed the little secret on the drive to the party, knowing it would annoy him. She was twenty-nine and attractive so why did she have to make so much effort to attract him? He was seven years older than her and was taking an attractive young wife for granted.

In an attempt to placate him she suggested he could trigger the magicsis tonight after the party. All he had to do was say the phrase and she would be his to command. It was said partly to appease him but mostly to regain his interest.

Saying it with a saucy wink she thought to bring him out of the fractious mood. Taking his silence for approval of the idea she assumed he was thinking it through so gave him some encouragement.

She quietly mentioned it would be possible for her to leave off inhibitions and so do what ever he wanted. She told him the phrase mistakenly thinking he too had a naughty image of them together in the bedroom.

As the words left her lips she began to feel a flutter within at the idea of him using her in the bedroom for his own gratification. He could use her to fulfil his fantasies while she was under his complete control. The thought left her with a buzz of excitement.

Nigel had been thinking about her state of weakness but not in the same way she had. "You fool, are you a complete idiot? Why did you let some stranger magictise you?" He seethed, trying not to shout but the anger was plainly there. His fists were clenched tight and he was almost shaking with anger.

At the front door of the party he was in danger of being discovered ranting like a maniac. The door opened and he powerd a smile at the maid.

***

She was in no mood to make small talk with his colleagues who were neither friends, nor shared anything in common to become friends. Despite having a wealthy man she hadn't gained the confidence to attend such functions. Rather the strategy was to hide away in a corner avoiding everyone.

Toward the end of the evening the boss decided everyone had to take a turn at providing the entertainment. One tiresome individual recited poetry while others warred a misterg or danced or cracked corny jokes. Nigel's party piece however was well received.

He whispered into Helen's ear taking her by complete surprise, leaving her standing in a state of deep suggestion. At first everyone thought it a joke so he had to push a little further until they became impressed with his power over her.

They laughed when she waddled around like a penguin and barked like a dog on all fours. They cheered when she juggled oranges almost making it to four in the air at once. For the finale they whooped when she raised her dress to become a Parisian Can-Can dancer.

He thought it a laugh to see her performing silly pranks and asked someone in the small audience to suggest tricks for his victim to perform. At least this gentle offense had mollified him, putting him in a genial mood, as getting his own way always did.

'If my employees saw me like this I'd die of embarrassment.' She thought.

***

Returning a take from the bar Helen noticed a woman she knew from the company's last Christmas party. She remembered the two of them had danced rather close and it was all so obvious, yet he was too stupid to notice, she was after him. She was laughing at his lame jokes, flashing her eyes every time he looked into them and the hussy was pointing her breasts at him.

She summed up the situation in the short time it took to squeeze through the crowd with his take. Helen handed it to him and stood patiently waiting. When they arrived home Helen would make her husbands life hell. Listening to the braying laugh she thought perhaps he knew it too. It sounded hollow as though he weren't enjoying the party as much as he pretended.

***

"You two put on a good show! Where did you learn to dance like that?" The woman asked.

Helen took offence at the imperious tone as though such an act was beneath the woman. She remembered her name now, Margo that was it.

Helen just stood there placidly ignoring her.

"Have I said something wrong?"Margo asked.

"She's still magictised." He said, breaking the stony silence.

"So you really did magictise her, how impressive Nigel. Can I order her to do something? Will she fetch me a take?" She gushed.

"Of course she will." He beamed a silly grin.

The stupid man, she just wants me out of the way. At least I don't have to make inane small talk with this witch.

"Hang on a moment though I need to speak to William, I won't be long will you look after her till I get back? Helen you will obey Margo. So be a good girl and do as you're told." He commanded with authority, trying to impress the stuck-up witch.

Helen was astonished at his callous behaviour. Being handed over to this flirty woman's care like a feeble pet was demeaning and she felt humiliated at being abandoned. If they ever owned a pet dog she would never put it into kennels after this.

Margo turned to her flashing a bland smile unsure of what to do with her. They stood there in silence surrounded by the buzz of conversation. Helen just hoped the woman didn't take advantage of her vulnerable state. The last thing she wanted was this bitch making a fool of her.

"Hi Margo, it's unlike you not to be with someone." Roger smiled and winked at Helen.

Helen recognised him immediately he was her husbands rival for the position of Global Accounts director. He obviously missed the show as he didn't recognise her. Margo gave him an exaggerated look of boredom.

"You should swap sides and join my campaign for the job and dump that loser. I'll make you my permisteral assistant." He said. Gaining nothing he turned to Helen. "Who's this beauty then?" He asked, with another saucy wink.

"This is Nigel's wife." Margo said, with a smirk. It was probably the first sign of a genuine emotion all evening.

He stuttered an apology telling her he was joking.

"Don't worry Roger darling she is magictised and won't remember a thing. You can say what you like." Margo said.

Breathing deeply Helen calmed herself. Keen to carry on in this state she told herself to listen and obey. It was repeated as a mantra pushing her into a deeper trance. With any luck she might learn some interesting little secrets while they thought she would be unable to remember what they said.

"What do you mean? Oh I heard about that, Nigel put on a bit of a show." He said.

"In fact you can do me a favour. Take her for a dance and keep her out of the way for a bit. Will you? If you help me out here I might help you in return. I'm not interested in him winning a place on the board. I could comfort him when he loses. I don't mind being a consolation prize." She said, laughing at Rogers's shocked expression.

She turned to Helen and said. "Obey Roger. You will have a good time with him I'm sure. Go on, do as you're told."

***

Roger told her to dance close and she did just that. On the crowded dance floor he gripped her bottom without being noticed, not that any one would care when the takes had flowed so freely all evening.

He watched her husband return to Margo and chuckled. It was immensely amusing to be holding the wife's bottom in both hands while Margo attempted to seduce poor Nigel.

He looked through the crowd at Nigel looking around for his wife so Roger guided their steps to the opposite edge of the dance floor. A fast number came on so he took her hand to wend their way through the gyrating bodies.

He took a key out of his jacket pocket. "Helen, take this and go to room one-eleven. I want you out of the way for a little while. You can surprise them at it if all goes well."

His smirk was bad enough for her to have some sympathy for her husband. Despite the possibility he was going to be getting into bed with that woman she thought it unfair he should be caught by his rival jeopardising that job he craved for. If she was used in the trap it would be diabolical.

Sitting on the edge of the bed she wondered what was going on; had her husband been seduced by Margo? It was so frustrating sitting there not knowing what was going on.

The door opened on the plush hotel room and in walked Roger. "Let's have a good look at you then. Pull down the top of that dress." He told her, while leering at the deep cleavage.

It was a surprise when her hands did exactly as ordered. It was a shock to see her large breasts spilled out into his hands. She had not realised how vulnerable she was, assuming there would have to be some resistance. Surely she wouldn't obey just anything he ordered.

In a state of confusion she watched his hands hold both breasts up for a kiss to each nipple in turn. He was making a meal of them obviously enjoying this late supper, sucking and licking her breasts.

In anguish she realised she both wanted to pull them out of his grasp and wanted to thrust them in his face.

The full treatment was a wise choice as she felt so relaxed. After a massage and a waxing she sat enjoying the attention, having her nails and hair attended to. She sat there blissfully unaware of the world around her letting them get on with it.

Her blond hair was being teased into something a bimbo would be proud of. The extensions to her nails were a little gaudy but they did suit the new look. Walking out she took a deep breath in an attempt to shift the absent-minded state she had fallen into after the luxurious pampering.

She usually kept her hair in check and would never wear such gaudy make up preferring a more mature look. This whole new image was untypical but she justified it as being a surprise for her husband.

A store she hadn't noticed before held promise. There was nothing on display in the window which indicated it was an expensive designer shop. Walking in she didn't notice much until right by a rack of what appeared to be sports wear. "Strange." She said. 'Who would wear a rubber diving suit designed like a dress?' She thought.

"Anything special or are you just browsing?" The assistant asked.

"I want a dress for my husband." She murmured when that muzzy feeling overcame her again.

"What size is he?" She asked.

'Where do they get these people?' She thought. "For me I meant." She always went for elegant and staid but was about to ask for something elegant and provocative instead. She remembered disappointing him last night and how he would have liked her to be his little wife at home.

"Do you have something feminine and girly?" She asked, not quiet sure what she meant.

"Are you sure it's not for him?" The woman sounded bored.

"Something he will like to see me in." She said, ignoring the flippant remark.

"You mean you want something sexy to wear for him." She said, at last being helpful.

"Exactly, but I'm not sure what." Helen agreed.

The woman raised her eyebrows in disbelief at yet another wife without a clue trying to spice up a marriage. They often came into this sex shop from the wealthy side of town, always with their noses in the air as though she were beneath them.

She looked at her from head to toe. The customer was wearing an elegant expensive two piece outfit that seemed incongruous with the make up and hair that looked rather slutty.

'What do I have that's feminine and expensive?' She pondered. "Walk this way I have something that looks the part."

'I'd need very high heels to walk that way.' Helen thought.

"This is popular." She said, trying to raise some enthusiasm for some stock that needed clearing.

Looking at a flouncy shepherdess outfit brought on a giggle. "I don't think so, but close. What's that? I like basic black." Helen pointed out something generating a little thrill that ran up her spine.

"A French Maid outfit, a good choice." The woman smiled. 'Very expensive too why didn't I think of that?' Instead she said. "A lot of wealthy women buy this little number. Try it on and see the effect, I guarantee he'll be drooling for you. It is just the right thing for a husband." She smiled.

"What do you think?" Helen asked.

"What can I say? It's made for you. Excuse the pun." She chortled which turned into an inelegant smokers cough.

Helen looked at herself in a mirror and turned this way and that. The bustier squeezed her waist and pushed the breasts up into a deep cleavage that the black silk dress struggled to contain. She felt as though leaning forward would spill them out.

The hem floated on layers of light taffeta which lifted and fell as she twirled. The tight suspenders clasped her thighs holding the sheer black stockings smooth as silk over a pair of shapely legs.

When she took a step in the high heels the dress bounced in waves showing off the tight white panties. The starched white apron, cap, and frills at her wrists set the ensemble off wonderfully.

She wondered about the leg garter thinking it might be a bit too much.

Although the panties fit tightly between her cheeks and pulled between her lips she preferred them. The thong and the cup were comfortable but didn't cover much. That's what the assistant called it, a cup. The description made sense for that's all it was; it merely cupped her sex in a fine piece of silk held in place by thin flesh coloured ribbons.

She would take them together with the black see-through panties and an even higher pair of heels.

The assistant looked her over with amusement. 'It's funny how this same outfit is purchased by men to wear.' She was even more amused totalling the bill.

"No need to wrap this I'll wear it home." Helen said.

"Your coat won't cover all those petticoats. May I suggest this cloak?" She asked, with dollar signs lighting her eyes.

It was from a naughty nurse outfit but would do to cover the silly woman. She had to admit it was quite a transformation, from staid housewife to sexy maid with a nice profit, all in just under an hour.

***

Helen felt naughty and sexy and liberated. She decided to drop in on a friend who might be shocked but hoped she would share in the daring fun of it.

That fuzzy feeling was interfering with her sense of direction which wasn't all that difficult. Where was number twenty-five she seemed to have driven in the wrong end of the street so didn't recognise where she was. Pulling into the driveway a sense of fun and adventure gripped her.

With the doorbell fading away in the distance she looked at the highly polished oak door wondering if it had been changed as it didn't seem familiar. When it opened she took a deep breath and swept in swirling the cloak off her bare shoulders.

The entrance hall was decorated by someone with tasteful elegance. A strong male influence dominated the room with a leather wing back chair and sculptured art-deco nudes looked over by racehorse prints.

She was looking forward to visiting a woman friend but on seeing a man waiting for her the idea melted away. Looking at him holding her cloak something started to seep into memory like fog clearing to reveal a ravaged landscape.

'It's Roger, what is he doing here? Why am I visiting him?' She thought. 'I should leave immediately.' Her feet refused to obey instead they followed him further into the house.

A feeling of anxiety was building as to why she was there, it didn't seem right, though an inner voice told her she had arrived as planned.

It started to make sense although it sill felt wrong. Her hair had been re-styled and clothes purchased for a man, this man. The magicsis entertainment of last night came to mind then the dance with him but just as the two ideas were connecting a fog clouded her thoughts. Did he have something to do with the shopping trip? Had he ordered her to visit him?

He looked intently at the beautiful woman standing so elegantly in the lounge. Her legs were most beautifully shaped by the pose she was powerd into by wearing such high heels. The stockings were pulled tight by the garter belt. The black ribbons of the straps looked so tantalising against the white of her thighs.

The panties revealed the mound of her pussy and that it had been waxed. The halo of blonde hair surrounding her head looked magnificent. The bustier seemed to be straining under the load of large breasts without straps to support them.

What to do with her now he had her? Last night he had imagined what he would do with this attractive woman but the fantasies had evaporated like a mirage now she was here. Relax he told himself. She would wait patiently for anything he wanted, anything at all, just so long as he handled her right.

He sat down on the sofa looking up at his prize. It was so much more than he expected. From this angle her panties were clearly on show and he smiled at the swollen camel toe. "Those panties look uncomfortably tight did you bring anything else to wear?" He asked.

She delved into the shopping bag and brought out a range of panties bought, reluctantly holding them up to him for inspection. 'What am I doing? These little things are so vulgar.'

"Which ones would you prefer to change into?" He asked.

"Oh! I don't know you decide." She said. 'What the hell am I saying? It was bad enough showing him these naughty things and the idea of wearing them is so embarrassing. I can't walk around with him knowing what underwear I have on, especially these flimsy little panties.

He looked at the frown upon her face and guessed at the turmoil of thoughts. "You're wondering why you are here." He had her full attention and decided to push it further along. The commands last night set her up for this morning's phone call but she needed greater reinpowerment.

"Take a look at yourself in the mirror." He said. She still wasn't aware of the clothes she was wearing having been ordered to ignore the changes to her appearance. It was time to remind her.

"What kind of woman do you look like?" He asked.

"Like a dumb blonde?" She replied. 'Damn, what's happened to my voice? I sound like a pathetic squeaky doll. How did I get to look like this? It's so difficult to think straight.' She thought.

"That's right, you look like, sound like and think like a dumb blonde." He told her with a firm voice. "So what are you?"

"I'm a dumb blonde." She replied. 'That little squeaky voice again, what is happening to me?' She wondered, feeling more confused than ever. Every time she tried to search for a reamister for what was happening a cloud seemed to obscure her thinking.

'So I'm a dumb blonde, well that explains why I can't think straight.' She mused. The thought seemed to relax her somewhat.

"Keep looking into the mirror. What are you wearing?"

"I'm wearing a maid uniform." She said with a look of surprise. 'Why am I wearing this getup?' She wondered.

"If you're wearing a maid uniform then what does that mean?" He asked smoothly.

"I... I guess I'm a maid?" She said in a sing-misterg girly voice.

"That's right, good girl. You're in my house so that makes you my maid doesn't it."

She stared at herself in the mirror not wanting to believe the image. She turned from side to side but it was her as unsettling the idea was. The more she stared the more she accepted the new look. After all she picked the dress and came here wearing it so it must be true. "Yes Sir." She replied.

"Does it look sexy do you think?"

"Yes sir. It looks, it looks, sexy. " She said. 'The petticoats look so sweet and feminine it's just so lovely.' She cooed to herself. Helen wanted to twirl the pretty dress around and around but couldn't take her eyes away from the mirror.

"So take a good look at yourself and tell me what you are."

"I'm you're maid, sir. I mean I'm your sexy French maid sir." She said with a girly giggle.

"Good girl you have worked out what you are doing here. As you said you are my sexy French maid." He told her.

"Yes, sir, thank you sir." She said with an inane giggle. 'I feel much better knowing why I'm here.' She thought.

"I am the master in this house, so as you are a servant here, that makes me your master. Do you understand?" He watched her struggling with the idea hoping she would accept all he told her.

'I'm a maid obviously but there seems to be something else I should remember. Something isn't right but it seems so difficult to think clearly.' Giving up she replied.

"I am a maid and a servant in your house so you are my master." She said. There was a nagging doubt and she wondered if this was right.

"Good girl, that is correct. What will you do now?" He asked.

"Well?" She pondered a moment still looking at the image in the mirror. The powerful image was reinpowering his words and steering her thoughts. "I'm your sexy French maid and I'm waiting for your orders, Sir." She said, trying hard to dispel the doubts.

"That's a good girl you are right again. You must wait on my instructions and obey my orders. So, as my sexy French maid you will be doing what ever your master commands. Is that clear?" He asked.

"Yes, thank you sir." She felt much better now her master had cleared everything up for her. It was nice to know her place and what to do. A feeling of contentment swept over her now she no longer had to think too much.

She turned from the mirror to face him and looked down at the floor between her feet. Though her breasts got in the way she nevertheless struck a subservient pose.

"I am your sexy French maid and must do as I'm told, Sir. Do you have instructions for me, sir?"

"One more thing, what happens when you disobey me?" He asked.

"Oh! I shan't disobey you sir. I promise to do what ever you want of me, honest, sir." She cooed looking startled at the idea.

"But if you do something wrong what then?" He teased.

She put a finger to her lips and wrinkled her brow as though it were a difficult question. "Hmmm. You will punish me, sir." She said quietly.

"Yes that's right, so be a good girl and always do as I tell you." He smiled.

Her face lit up and it looked as though she was about to skip on the spot with pleasure. "Oh yes sir, I will. Thank you, sir."

"Now go and change your panties those ones look uncomfortable cutting into you." He ordered.

"Yes sir. Oh!" She stuck a finger in her mouth and looked at the panties.

For a moment he thought she might rebel now that he had ordered her to do something

"I'm such a silly dumb blond I can't decide. Sorry sir. Which ones should I wear Master." She asked politely, with a worried frown.

She looked up at him with such eagerness to hear his opinion he couldn't help laughing.

Roger needed to take a deep breath to calm him self realising how far the plan had been stretched. He had only intended to embarrass her. The idea had been concocted while angry, to have her arrive here dressed in some silly costume, then awaken her.

Instead this important business woman was in his home dressed as a sexy French maid behaving like a dumb blonde. A woman who was used to daily making important decisions was eagerly awaiting his decision on what panties to wear.

Regaining his composure he announced. "Those little ones there look good." He laughed. He sat back in the sofa more relaxed seeing not only had the plan worked he had stretched it beyond all expectations.

***

On the way to her room she tried to remember what these little panties were called but then maybe there wasn't a special name for them after all. They felt nice and smooth cupping her sex so snugly. They were the ones her master had picked for her so they became the most favourite little pair of panties ever.

She ran down the stairs keen to get back to serve her master. She slipped the high heels back on and entered with a big smile upon her face.

She needn't have lifted the dress it was too short to conceal the little piece of lace but she did anyway. Seeking her master's approval she beamed at him when he told her how wonderful she looked.

"We will have dinner in a moment but first there is something I've wanted to teach you. Remember I am your master and you must obey me." He watched her head bob in acknowledgement. "Get on your knees right there. Unzip my trousers and pull my cock out." He said, plainly as though ordering lunch.

Kneeling between his knees she wondered if this was the right thing to do. 'I'm such a dumb blonde! I've played with his penis before and besides he is my master so I must do as I'm told. I'm such a silly little thing it's a good job I have him to tell me what to do.'

He watched fascinated as she carefully pulled his shirt clear then her hand emerged gripping his cock. "I want you to lick it then suck it into your mouth. I want you to give me the best blow job ever." He commanded.

With a gleam in his eye he watched every move absolutely enthralled at the care she took stroking and caressing his hardness. When she sucked his cock into her mouth he nearly blew. As it travelled through those ruby red lips it seemed they had been especially shaped just for his cock.

Having been so long waiting for this moment he soon came. He only just managed to keep his eyes open not wanting to miss anything. He pumped strings of sperm into her mouth feeling every drop pass its head in uncontrollable spasms.

He wanted to grab her head to bury his cock down her throat but refrained knowing how inexperienced she was. He gained that knowledge last night. He would take it easy and teach her.

Seeing she was looking to spit out a mouthful of his cum he told her. "Show me, open your mouth. You can swallow it now." He instructed. "I shall have to teach you to do it properly." He grinned.

"I'm sorry master. Are you going to punish me?" She asked looking up at him with large innocent blue eyes.

He sighed deeply bringing his breathing back to normal. "You did well. That was wonderful. You need to learn to take it down your throat though. It will take time but you can do it." He promised.

"I'm eager to learn sir." She said and meant it.

When she stood he noticed her panties, or rather the bit of silk only just covering her pussy. It was soaking wet. He smiled and teased her. "Have you wet yourself?"

"Oh! No sir. I'm excited." She faltered not sure if she should have revealed such a permisteral thing. Would her master chastise her for being rude?

"Let me take a look. I might be able to teach you something else." He smiled and it turned into a broad grin seeing her perplexed look. Lie back on the floor and spread your legs. Wider, just do as you're told." He pulled the silk away from her lips and ran a finger between them.

She shivered and ever so slightly raised her hips. He noticed but was sure she wasn't even aware of the movement. He reached onto the sofa and grabbed a couple of cushions to push under her hips. Her freshly waxed pubis was so smooth his fingers glided there barely touching the sensitive skin.

As he stroked her thighs he thought about how successful this hastily concocted plan had become. A wealthy woman who ran her own company was happily settling in as his permisteral servant.

It was far more than that!

The instructions he gave her this afternoon ended up turning her into a dumb blonde unable to think for herself. This led to accepting him as master, ready to obey without thought. This was obvious for the important business woman was lying back on the carpet in a very un-lady like pose clearly enjoying his touch by the look of her soaking wet pussy.

He wanted to jump up and shout in pure joy.

She lifted her hips and made a keening sound clearly needing more. Roger pulled is attention back to the here and now concentrating on the job in hand.

He moved his fingers between her lips to a hardened bud to find a special rhythm that suited her. Before she could cum the movement stopped leaving her wriggling in frustration. With a wet finger he pressed the little puckered brown-hole teasing it with gentle movements. As soon as it relaxed a finger flowed in up to the palm

Again she was on the verge of an orgasm but he held the fingers still and bit her thigh. It didn't bring her back much but prevented it. He blew upon an over sensitive sex and started very slowly building up to her rhythm again. She tried to hasten the build-up but he held her hips to the floor.

She didn't feel anything for her body was doing all the thinking now. Her brain had been swamped by arousal so intense her mind failed to cope.

Her eyes opened wide.

Roger looked up from concentrating upon her sex to see large vacant baby blue eyes filled wit lust. They burned with expectation. Her face grimaced into a mask of pain but he knew what it really signified. Sweat poured from her body, her nipples looked ready to explode.

He quickly moved up her body with licks and nips from his teeth not hesitating when his penis reached between her lips. He plunged in hard burying his cock deep inside. She reacted instantly. Throwing back her head she let out a yell from deep within her belly.
One violent thrust of her hips was all she managed before every muscle quaked in a racking judder. Her legs lifted high and wide to capture all of him then wrapped them around his waist pulling tight to keep it penetrating deep as possible.

She was completely dependent upon his thrusts for she couldn't move. He pushed home one final thrust before spurting into her. Another orgasm spread from her clenched belly following heated nerves to curl her toes and hands clenched tight.

She wrapped her arms around his back needing to be completely engulfed by him. Whimpering a slight little sound she breathed out barely audible words. "Thank you, Master."

"That meeting this morning, I've got the promotion!" Nigel declared. He didn't ask how she was or where she had been he just launched into what it meant to him and what he was going to do next.

Helen put down the shopping bags and smiled. "That is just wonderful darling. So when are you jetting off on a tour of your empire?"

"As soon as possible the boss said. I thought I was going to get to call him by his first name but he likes to be called the boss." He chuckled. "It's all arranged, flights and everything. Tomorrow afternoon I fly out on the first leg to be there early Monday morning. Catch them on the hop he said."

She smiled feeling pleased for him. Perhaps now he might feel less threatened by her position. If only he wasn't leaving so soon, she needed him in bed. The curious thing was she no longer felt the urgency so maybe she was getting used to being neglected. A grass widow her friends called it yet he had never had time even for golf.

As a dutiful wife she packed his bags and drove him to the airport. They hugged but it was obvious he was more interested in meeting this new challenge. He hadn't even mentioned her new look. During the day she had wondered about it herself. She would have to bring her long hair under control, it looked wild.

She watched him board the plane and sighed. "Oh, well. I'll have a quiet evening in, as usual." Stuck in traffic she pulled a phone from her purse and tapped a short code with a long gaudy fingernail. Before her friend could speak she asked. "Do you mind if I drop round, Nigel has trotted off on company business and I need cheering up. Sorry wrong number."

The traffic moved off and she headed to her friends home hoping she would be in. When the door opened Helen stepped in then paused. The room was familiar and the man standing there was familiar. He seemed to be expecting her but surely this was the wrong place. She tried to think of her friends name but it slipped her memory.

As she followed him into the lounge it all seemed so familiar yet wrong. That man was Roger, she recognised him now. She felt so foolish, her friend must live next door and she had barged in on Roger. He obviously recognised her that's why he invited her in. What was she going to say?

She caught sight of herself in the mirror and almost groaned. Her hair was still in that dreadful style. She looked like a dumb blonde, what must he be thinking of her. She felt so stupid coming to the wrong house and looking so silly.

A little nervous giggle escaped her lips and she put a hand to her mouth. It was difficult to think straight and she wondered what to do to get out of this embarrassing situation. She couldn't seem to just tell him she was at the wrong house.

"You're soaking wet you will get a chill if you don't change out of those clothes." He told her. He watched to make sure she was still under the influence of the magicsis and his instructions.

'How strange, I didn't notice the rain.' She shivered slightly feeling more confused. 'That's why I feel so light headed I'm coming down with a chill.'

Roger was amused on seeing her actually act as though the baggy tracksuit and t-shirt were wet. "There's a friends clothes upstairs you can change into." He said. "Go on, do as your told, run upstairs and change before you catch a cold. You can't miss them they're laid out on the bed." He chided her trying to sound like a favourite uncle as a reamister for giving her orders.

Without thinking she did as told and thought she heard the trainers squelch on each tread of the stairs. Quickly stripping off she dropped the clothes in a heap glad to be out of the wet things.

Not noticing the dress for what it was she pulled it on thinking it was a bit tight but would do. 'That's handy this apron will help protect the lovely silk dress.' She thought. Pulling up a stocking she clipped it to the bustier straps smoothing and straightened the seams. The same again, then reached for the panties.

'Good grief. I can't wear any of these little things they won't cover hardly anything.' She thought. Her hand hesitated over the largest pair but noticed they were completely see-through. In a dilemma she picked at random. Quickly pulling them up she wriggled the flimsy things into place feeling it purse her sex but cover nothing else.

'Well it doesn't really matter no one will know what I'm wearing.' She thought. A last look in the mirror to straighten the dress brought her up with a start. "Good grief." She exclaimed. "My breasts are almost out on show. This thing is too short. I can't go down stairs looking like this." She whispered.

'Christ what will he think of me dressed like a stupid tart. I'll be the laughing stock of both his and my company dressed like this if he told anyone. If my employees saw me like this they would be shocked'

She stared in the mirror feeling embarrassed. "Damn! He tricked me into this somehow. I should have made some excuse and walked out. I must be stupid to have come up here in the first place. How did Roger get me to dress as a naughty French maid, it looks so degrading. Why didn't I notice this before? My hair! It makes me look like a stupid blonde bimbo especially with my breasts pushed up on display."

She continued to stare at the image while talking to her self. "I can't go down there like this I feel so stupid, it's humiliating to be looking so ridiculous. I'm dressed like a stupid dumb blonde and feel like one for being so silly. What can I do? I am so silly I can't think straight." She giggled like a little silly girl.

"Was that me, what's happening? I sound like a stupid dumb blonde now." With another giggle she told herself. "Get a grip honey." She giggled again. "Honey should be my name with such lovely honey coloured hair."

'No! Don't say such silly vacuous things, you're not a." The thought dried up as a cloud descended obscuring her thoughts. "The dress does feel nice and silky though." She said, while pulling it into place. She twirled the layers of taffeta in front of the mirror. "It is short but shows off my legs so well. It's nice and sexy so I'm sure he will like it. Oh! It's so gorgeous; I look the perfect sexy French maid."

"Come on down you've been up there for ages." Roger shouted up the stairs. He was worried she might be about to rebel from the careful conditioning he had put her through yesterday. He certainly hadn't expected her to turn up so soon. The instruction when she left had been to phone him when Nigel went on the planned tour of offices.

She phoned before arriving as instructed and thought it was a wrong number when he answered. At least this way he had some warning to prepare for her arrival. If someone was here he would give her a different answer and she would drive home instead thinking her friend was busy.

'He must be damn keen to have set off already.' Roger thought. If he had won the job Roger would have celebrated the whole weekend then crawled off Monday morning. The board had obviously settled for the steady man rather than the inspirational maverick.

"Oh dear I'm such a silly slowcoach. I had better get down there to serve him." She gave a twirl showing off the little dress with the frilly petticoats lifting it high around her hips. "Oh! It's so adorable, so frilly and girly." She giggled then trotted down stairs with the high heels in one hand.

Hesitating only to slip in to the heels she made an entrance with a worried look on her face. 'Oh dear, I hope I've done the right thing. I don't want to be punished for being a silly slowcoach.' Helen began to wonder at the thought but dismissed it as she needed to get her head together to fathom out what to do next.

"You look wonderful. It was certainly worth waiting for. Let me see you, give a twirl." He demanded with a big smile.

She did the best she could on high heels but then the slightest movement raised the hem to flutter up and down around her hips, the petticoats still bouncing around after the twirl. She was obviously wondering what the hell she was doing. He decided to push her along.

"You are such a silly thing you forgot to wear panties." He said as though ready to scold.

"Oh sir, I put on your favourites look." She exclaimed in consternation, lifting the dress for his inspection. 'What the hell am I doing?' She thought in an agony of offense.

"I see you're wearing those tiny little ones. Good girl, they are so you." He said with a big smile.

She relaxed feeling pleased with his approval. 'I'm such a silly head. I should leave the thinking to my, my master.' It didn't seem right to call Roger her master but decided not to worry about it and leave the thinking to him.

"Do you remember what I told you yesterday?" He asked.

"Oh, sir I'm such a silly little thing I can't remember." She put a finger to her gorgeous pouting lips as though it might help to think.

"I'm your sexy French maid. You are my master and Honey must do as she is told or will be punished. Oh! Have I disappointed you sir? You must punish me if I have been naughty." She said, looking down demurely while wiggling her hips from side to side.

"Do you want to be punished?" He asked, curious as to why she mentioned punishment.

"When Honey has been silly and done wrong of course my master must punish his little Honey bunch, sir." She said, with big blue eyes looking so innocent.

He was about to ask how but had to change the subject for he was already hard just looking at her and too close to an orgasm that he wanted to save. It would be such a waste to cum in his pants with this beautiful sexy woman to cum into.

'What did she call herself, Honey? This was something interesting too.' He thought.

It was hard to imagine her as she was, a dowdy business woman running an old established company. Looking at her now she obviously hid her sex appeal behind smart but boring business attire. Even the baggy sweats and t-shirt she turned up in hid her charms effectively.

Instead of making decisions concerning other peoples working lives she was waiting upon his decision whether to be punished for something. She had been reduced to thinking she was a silly little dumb blonde dependent on a master to think for her. The very idea that this intelligent attractive woman was ready to obey and submit to him was more than he could stand.

The very idea of it was busting his balls and he needed to cum soon and was determined it would be in her not his pants.

"Perhaps later." He croaked from a dry mouth. "Get me a take of cold water I need to recover." He hoped she would take her time in the kitchen

She brought a take and flashed him a smile of adoration, her hair a golden halo about her face. Bent over she presented a deep cleavage which he tried not to stare at for he couldn't take much more stimulation.

"Get on your knees, Honey." He said trying out the name she had given herself.

She dutifully positioned herself between his knees with a look of anticipation.

"I remember now sir. You are going to teach me to do that thing properly." She said. "Can I take it out now?" She asked politely. He nodded and she delved into his trousers gently, almost reverently, pulling his rock hard cock out.

She looked up at him with those baby blue eyes, with a hand wrapped around his cock. He just didn't want to think about teaching her to deep throat. A look of expectation on her face as she licked her luscious full lips coated with thick bright red lipstick mesmerised him.

Through an agony of anticipation it dawned on him she was waiting for permission to lick his cock as though he was giving her a lollypop for being a good little maid. "Just do what you did yesterday that will be more than enough." He croaked.

It was too much. He suddenly spurted when feeling her tongue on the head of his cock. He spurted strings of white sperm over her lips, over her face and into her hair. It dribred down her chin and slithered into a deep cleavage.

"Oh! No! I'm sorry sir." She exclaimed. Still holding his cock with a firm grip she knelt before him not knowing what to do.

Roger wasn't pleased with himself and it showed. His particular orgasmic look was mixed with disappointment and displeasure as he always prided himself on being in control. "You had better finish the job. Suck it clean." He added, on seeing her confused look.

He had to admit she made up for his failure by prolonging the pleasure. He sat back to simply watch her work away at his cock with little s******* but lots of energy. "Whoa! Don't squeeze so hard." Her hand loosened its grip continuing to massage his balls in an attempt to extract every drop of cum through his cock.

"Enough!" He said. He wondered if she would have continued all night if he hadn't stopped her.

The woman had been a stuck up bitch at company parties keeping to herself, too good to join in. It was just last week when all this started. He had just been told her husband had the job he was hoping for then ran into her while she was magictised as part of the entertainment. He took her onto the dance floor while she was helpless and illicitly began massaging her bottom finding she couldn't resist. It had been just a naughty little revenge on her husband. He hadn't thought this haughty woman would end up at his feet sucking his balls dry using his cock as a straw.

She sat back on her haunches with cum dripping over her face unsure of what to do next. The thought of her as Helen the owner of a successful company squatting at his feet covered in his cum was reviving him. What would her employees think if they could see their prude of a boss with that mess on her face?

"I'm sorry sir I've made such a mess. Did I spoil your pleasure?" She asked.

Still annoyed at himself he spoke more harshly than meant. "You had better clean yourself up." He watched her scurry away admiring a cute little tight ass as the dress bounced up with every step. It gave him another idea. He was going to train her to give deep throat so why not that too.

Roger noticed she had refreshed her make up too. She stood before him looking contrite swinging her hips from side to side. "Have you something to say?" He asked.

"I. I guess my master is going to punish me now, for being such a naughty clumsy maid." She said.

There seemed to be a suppressed smile on her face rather than sorrow. She had mentioned it before without prompting so he decided to play along. "How will I punish my naughty sexy maid?" He asked.

"O well?" She sucked on a finger looking as though it were a difficult question. "My master will put little naughty Honey over his knee for a spanking." She said looking up at him through long lashes.

The lascivious look together with the swinging of hips left him in no doubt that she wanted it. It wasn't his thing but he was never one to knock something he hadn't tried. 'Maybe she can teach me something.' He thought.

While trying to look and sound strict, and not laugh, he pointed to his lap. "Assume the position." He told her. She dawdled as though trying to avoid it but he knew better. The flare of petticoats was in the way so he slipped her further over his knee until he could get at her bare bottom.

"Why am I punishing you?" He asked.

"Your little sexy French maid has been naughty. Honey made a mess on her face instead of catching your lovely cum in her mouth, master." She said.

She sounded more eager than apologetic but still he wondered how hard to spank her. He looked at the tight round cheeks of her bottom enjoying the view. Pressed tight between the thighs her lips were protruding, growing and becoming wetter as he watched.

He wanted to delve in with a finger to find her bud but raised a hand instead. It was a soft thwack and she let out a pleasant squeal. It was a difficult position but he managed another on the other cheek, then again repeating it until both cheeks were red.

On her feet before him she stood with a satisfied look on her face. The pose, looking down at the floor, gave her the look of a chastened school girl. "What do you say now?" He asked.

"Thank you sir, thank you for spanking your naughty Honey." She said with an impish grin on her face.

"Go get some ointment from the bathroom and I'll sooth that sore bottom of yours." He told her.

He sat back on the sofa amused at the way she was progressing. He wondered why she had started calling herself Honey. Perhaps it was a new identity to protect Helen from the offense of being a sex pet.

This didn't fit in with her wanting to be spanked. So maybe she was enjoying all this and needed to distance it from the prudish Helen so as to let go. It didn't matter either way for he decided to just enjoy it while it lasted.

She was so hot she could hardly stand still fidgeting before him like bitch on heat. "What's the matter Honey?" He asked.

"Have I been too naughty to receive my reward, sir?" She asked.

"What reward is that?" He teased.

"Oh, sir, what you did to me before, it was, so nice. I've been punished for being so silly and I promise to do as I'm told and will be really, really good." She gushed.

"What did I do to you? Tell me exactly what you want." He pushed.

"I. It's too naughty to say." She giggled. "Will sir, please, do that naughty thing to my pussy? Honey wants to feel her master's wonderful cock in her pussy." She giggled with a hand to her mouth while swinging her hips, swishing the petticoats around them.

He could see the tight little cup of the panties failing to do its job as her lips puffed up swollen and wet. "You have asked so nicely, how could I refuse my little Honey anything." He grinned.

She whopped a little girly sound and jumped on the spot. "Oh! Thank you, sir!" She managed to say with a breathy voice already becoming husky. Without being told she lay back on the floor with her legs spread.

"Let me see that lovely Honey pot." He told her. She eagerly ripped the crotch of the panties away from a shaved pussy and giggled with pleasure.

Roger pushed a cushion under her raised hips and settled between her legs blowing upon a pair of hot lips. He licked her thighs moving up closer then missed the hot spot to kiss her belly. She moaned a little whining sound lifting her sex up to him rubbing it against his chest.

"Does my little sexy French maid want her master to suck the honey from her little pot?" He asked.

"MMMmmmm." She whimpered.

Roger looked at those blue eyes wide with expectation, her face framed by a halo of long blonde hair. The expression of desire was pathetic enough to match the cooing noises she made. He hesitated a moment taking in how wonderful it was to have this self-important business woman reduced to a sex pet mewling desperately for his cock.

His whole face dived at her sex. She was watching him and feeling his tongue pushing in to wriggle around straining to reach as far as possible. It withdrew with his mouth sucking her lips into his mouth where he nibred them. Her head rocked back and she collapsed with a rending sound from deep within her throat.

Words spilled from her mouth on short panting breaths cut into meaningless syllables. He let go of the folds of her pussy after stretching them from her sex with his lips. In urgency he moved up her body not pausing to suck on her heaving breasts or kiss the voluptuous red lips.

She felt his cock enter and thrust deep up inside. Only the second time in many months had she been filled but no thought of the past was in her mind as she lived for this moment of feeling deeply penetrated and full of cock. The orgasm from his tongue hadn't completed before she was on the climb again.

With every deep thrust she whimpered. "Thank you, master."

His second orgasm would take time but it didn't seem like it. When the final push came he felt her bucking under his exhausted body. It wasn't just that she wanted more she was in the throws of a deep orgasm and needed to feel it all. Feeling his seed hit the neck of her womb sent her into overdrive, then as suddenly she crumpled back onto the carpet, sated.

After a cuddle and snuggling close they eventually pulled apart to pull themselves together. They showered together with the hot tumult of water reviving somewhat their exhausted bodies. Once dressed in her baggy jeans and t-shirt he sent her home with fresh instructions.

He collapsed in a comfortable chair recovering with a favourite cognac. He would have to stop fucking her on the carpet as he had sore carpet burns to knees and elbows. He wondered what the reaction would be if he instructed her to remember these sessions; would it be utter offense or would she turn up anyway. 'This evening she had begged me to fuck her.' He reflected.

She obviously had little experience and had been neglected by her husband. A twinge of guilt was washed away by the fire of cognac in his belly. He almost fell arelax but shook himself deciding for once to have an early night.

***

Helen sat in her office looking through the appointments. There seemed to be one missing, around six she was supposed to be somewhere then forgot about it knowing her secretary would remind her.

She shifted uncomfortably in the plush executive chair. "Come!" She said. It sounded like something naughty the way she said it and squirmed at the thought. It was understandable why her thoughts so often drifted to sex for she hadn't had any for so long. Yet recently she hadn't felt frustrated rather she felt happily contented.

"Hi Fred is everything ticking over OK?" She asked the production manager.

Fred wondered if he should plead the case for Robby once more. If he did she would probably dig her heels in further and if he didn't, would just go ahead and sack him. Either way it was a lose, lose situation.

"Can I persuade you not to let Robby go?" He asked with a heavy sigh. He knew she was trying to be as tough as her man but just didn't have his knowledge of the men; she wasn't close enough to know what made them tick.

"He let us down once too often. He has to go. I know he is a good craftsman but something has to be done." She said firmly. She wriggled in the seat a little as though impatient to get on. "Send him in and I'll see to it." She said stridently.

Helen seemed distracted while automatically going through the formalities hardly looking at him. She looked up from the file and interrupted herself to ask. "Your time keeping has been good up until recently, why did you arrive late that particular morning? You let us down on that important order." She looked at the file again. "The past two months you have been late almost every day."

Robby knew now why she was known as the bitch boss. He was being fired so why give her something more to rub his nose in. Under her stare he relented. "If you must know I lost my licence." He suddenly felt so much better. He had been too embarrassed to tell anyone even his wife.

"You lost your driving licence?" She asked distractedly. She thought of driving to her master's home to serve him so she could receive a lovely reward. 'Where the hell did that thought come from?' She wondered. Her face paled but she managed to drag her thoughts back to the office.

He nodded. "I had some speeding tickets. The new baby kept us up all night and I overslept then got caught several times trying to get in on time. The bus is hopeless, either not turning up or running late." He said in an outflow of words that deflated him.

Helen thought about it while fidgeting and bouncing a pencil on the desk. "OK!" She stood up and walked around her desk to him. He stood up automatically for the boss. "You're suspended for two weeks. But don't you dare tell anyone it's on full pay. Get some rest. In the mean time I'll sort out the transport issue." She barked at him, trying to sound tough.

Robby had endured the prospect of being fired for too long and now that weight had been lifted it left him speechless. With thoughts on nothing but his new family he reached around her waist and gave her a hug.

"Sorry." He said, staggering back on realising he had been too familiar with the 'boss bitch'.

"Well!" She stuttered. A warm feeling overcame her with a thought of lying back on a carpet being held tight after an almighty orgasm. A little girly giggle escaped her lips but she didn't notice it for the disturbing thought had shaken her. She shook her head free of the image.

"Don't go out there looking so pleased with yourself you are supposed to have been disciplined for lateness." She warned him. A feeling of being over a man's knees being disciplined flashed through her mind. With heart racing she quickly dismissed the disturbing picture.

"I'll just say I'm pleased not to have been fired and I am, thank you. Thank you very much boss." He shyly smiled and quickly left. On his way out he determined to bite the head off anyone he heard call her a bitch.

She didn't hear what he said for at the mention of discipline she felt as though she was the one to be disciplined, but for what? She felt dizzy and leant over the desk. She wriggled her bottom feeling it was sore and for a moment imagined she was over a master's knee being spanked. She put her finger to her mouth trying to think what the punishment might be for.

The imagery and feeling disappeared and she straightened up. "It's close to lunch time I must have low red sugar." She said to herself. 'I wonder what delights they have in the canteen today.' The thought was tinged with irony but she didn't laugh.

In a private bathroom attached to her office Helen lifted her skirt. She pulled something from her bottom and gasped. "What the hell is this? No wonder I've been uncomfortable all morning." She timidly held a butt plug in her fingers as though it were a rat then threw it into the toilet and flushed it away.

Sitting in the cubicle she tried to think when she had inserted the disgusting thing and why but her thoughts clouded deeper the more she tried. Yesterday and a late evening purchase came to mind but the why eluded her.

She washed her hands and delved into a bag for makeup but the hand found, as though of its own accord, something else. Without a thought of what she was doing she lifted the hem of the skirt and bent forward. Spreading her legs she wiped her bottom with some lubricant and felt some relief from the cooling gel.

With some difficulty she managed to relax enough to squeeze a slightly larger butt plug into her tight asshole. 'That's number three in place.' She thought, feeling pleased with a sense of accomplishment. A coquettish giggle escaped her lips and she frowned in consternation at the ridiculous sound.

Helen looked around the room feeling uneasy but saw nothing untoward so refreshed her make-up before stepping back into the office. She wore the usual staid business suit but her hair and make up was far from usual. In the plush office she looked ever so slightly like a dumb blonde secretary hired by an ageing male rather than the owner of a successful company.

Her secretary had asked Fred if he had noticed anything unusual about the boss but he was past noticing women and in any case all he cared about was not losing his best craftsman. If there was anything different about her then it could only be for the good for despite her past record she had changed her mind about firing him.

They would both have been surprised if they caught sight of the underwear she wore, let alone the butt plug. The stockings and suspenders with see-through panties were more uncharacteristic than the make-up.

***

"Thanks for taking care of Robby. It would have been difficult to replace him." Fred was saying but stopped to watch her eat. As usual they sat in the canteen at a table reserved just for them. What had fazed him was the way she was eating a banana. She hadn't bitten it but was slowly pushing it between her pursed lips into her mouth, whole.

Helen fetishd and pulled it back out of her mouth and tried again. This time it almost disappeared with the tips of her fingers gripping the skin at one end. She seemed satisfied as though completing an experiment. She bit the end off and put her hand to her mouth laughing.

He thought he heard a silly giggle but the hand disguised the sound. He looked away in embarrassment trying not to think what the demonstration looked like. It must be something else, perhaps to do with scuba diving or something.

"What were you saying Fred." She asked, looking unperturbed, as though nothing unusual had occurred.

Fred realised he had stopped eating to watch the spectacle of a banana sliding between those luscious red lips. He still had a mouth full and nearly fetishd himself trying to reply. He swallowed then told her. "It doesn't matter, nothing important."

***

Helen phoned her husband but all he wanted to chat about was the inefficiency of an office he was visiting. "It's been a tiring day so when I'm finished up here I'll get a bite to eat then hit the sack." He said.

She knew it was his way of saying he wouldn't be phoning later. On putting the phone down she grabbed a bag and just upped and left. On the drive home she wondered at the feeling of satisfaction she felt. Perhaps she was becoming used to the neglect and was settling into the boring routine of married life.

"Damn, I must be getting piles or something." She told herself while fidgeting at some traffic lights. Deciding on a diversion she stopped at a store and marched in knowing exactly what she wanted. It didn't take long so was soon on the way with a new outfit for the office. Something else was needed but she couldn't think what only knowing where to browse.

The same bored assistant sat behind the desk reading a boating magazine but stood up when she entered the store. 'If she's bringing that expensive outfit back she'll be disappointed.' Liz thought. Helen put down the bag in front of the counter and Liz saw it was from another store and relaxed. 'So she's back for more. That last outfit must have worked on her husband then.' She figured. A glint of a dollar sign lit a hazel eye.

"What can I get you today?" She asked, with a half-hearted smile.

"I'm not sure." Helen said, putting a little finger to pouting lips.

Liz was good at remembering faces and customers' needs even though there were all sorts shopping there. This one wasn't particularly kinky but if she remembered right there was something different about her. Liz looked the customer up and down remembering the smart expensive clothes, this time a business suit, with the incongruous hair and makeup. Now the woman was acting coy and twee, which was different from when she marched in last time.

"Let me show you something I think you will just love, honey." She said.

"Oh! You are clever you guessed my name." Helen giggled.

Liz looked her over again with a look of disdain. Whatever kinky games she played at home was fine but not here in the store. She expected customers to show a little restraint, except the bondage ones that is. Remembering how much this woman spent last time she decided to give a little for the sake of the commission.

"What do you think of this, nice or what?" Liz held up a small pink dress finished with fluffy white cotton to the hem and sleeves. She remembered the first batch was usually brought back as there was too much fluffy stuff, making the wearer sneeze.

"Oh it's lovely, so pretty." Helen said with a thrill of delight lighting her eyes.

"Try it on and I'll get the underwear to match. Go ahead, try in on." Liz ordered. Well if she was going to play the little dumb tart Liz would play the bully or ugly sister if she spent enough.

Liz wanted a cigarette. Joe would be in soon allowing her to escape for a smoke break before the evening kinky crowd arrived. She reached for a bunch of cellophane wrapped underwear and accessories remembering the sizes and picked the most expensive. The smaller the underwear the more expensive was the general rule. Pure silk it stated on the label but she doubted it.

"Hi Liz howyadoin?" Joe asked.

"I've got a girly customer changing. I need a smoke but it's my commission, OK!" She said and slapped the packages to his chest where he had to grab them quick.

"Ok! No problem." He said to a retreating back. "Jeez! I hope she's in a better mood after a cigarette."

Liz was a small woman with a big attitude compared to Joe who was a big easy going guy. His large frame, rugged looks and easy going nature appealed to the men who liked to dress in girly outfits and in turn Joe liked these polite and courteous customers who valued his opinion.

He sauntered over to the changing cubicle as Helen appeared. He looked her over in surprise. This was some convincing girly guy. He stood there watching the twirling dress rise and caught sight of a bare ass as it rode up. This was no guy into girly dresses she was all woman. The cleavage was deep, the legs shapely and such a cute ass he almost whistled. "Nice!" He said.

"Thank you, I think it's so adorable and cute, I must have it." She gushed.

He was surprised to find an attractive woman with a pleasant almost humble attitude for he had classed her with the usual uppity middle class women that thought they were above such sleazy places. They were usual condescending to the point of being rude.

"What panties are you wearing with that?" He asked. Meaning to push the ones Liz had shoved at him. It didn't matter about the commission he needed to keep Liz happy or at least keep the bitch off his back.

Helen lifted the front of the dress up to her navel in front of the mirror as though she couldn't remember what she was wearing. Joe watched over her shoulder. He smiled at the sight of a bald pussy. "I guess you'll need these." He said, with a smile being the extent of his sales technique.

He displayed the range fanning them out in his big hands. "Which ones do you like?" He asked then realised Liz meant to sell them all.

"Oh!" She said and pushed a finger into her mouth, creasing her brow in thought. "They are all so pink and perfect. They will look so adorable with this lovely dress, I like them all. I'm just a silly I can't decide which ones though." She said wistfully.

"You must take them all then." He said with a master stroke of recovery.

She beamed at him looking into his eyes with her baby blues. "You are so clever and I'm so silly, I just wouldn't be able to decide. I'll do as you say and take them all. Thank you, sir." She said with a giggle. 'I must call him Sir as he is so clever and is giving me orders.' She thought. There was a nagging doubt that something was wrong with the decision but fuzziness clouded her thoughts so she filed it away for later.

Joe wasn't sure if she was making fun of him or just playing her game of dumb blonde. No one could be that dizzy so it had to be an act. 'Well, commission or no commission she's worth watching and waiting on.' He thought. They had Goths, Warrior Queens, and all sorts of women customers but not as attractive as this one. The inane giggle would get on his nerves but for such a gorgeous body it might be worth putting up with.

"Oh dear how does this work Sir?" She asked. A suspender belt was entangling her hands with its elastic straps like an octopus.

'Perhaps it should be marketed for those interested in bondage.' He mused. "Here let me give you a hand." He offered.

"Thanks, you are most kind, Sir." She said. She took everything he said as a command slowly becoming used to yet another man taking charge of her mind and body.

He pulled at the straps easily untangling it. She lifted the hem high up around her waist and looked up at him expectantly. A quiet whistle escaped his lips. If this was some kind of trap by friends capturing him on camera he was going to fall for it and fully enjoy the joke.

He bent to his knees in the small cubicle half expecting friends to jump out and laugh. Being so close to this gorgeous woman without grabbing her was hard work but someone had to do it. He was breathing in gasps as he slipped the belt around her hips, then it slithered from his hands onto the stained worn carpet.

"Oh! That tickles." She said. "You're blowing on my naughty bits, Sir." She giggled.

Her waist was slim and her thighs too looked as though she worked out and it was working on him. He was too close to her pussy for any moment he would lean in and lick it. With a tremendous amount of restraint he told her to turn around. "Lift the dress higher so I can clip it properly." He said. He wasn't sure if her ass was les of a distraction or not. "That's a titan number four isn't it." He said, in surprise. Shaking his head to clear it he wondered if this was just a dream.

"What is?" She asked.

"The butt plug. This thing up your ass is a Titan." He said. Joe hadn't really looked at her face. She must be the one who called late as he was closing up the other evening. He remembered she didn't look much in the baggy sweatshirt and baggy pants. "Is it comfortable?" He asked and felt awkward asking such a permisteral question.

"It makes me squirm sometimes. It is difficult fitting them as each one is bigger, Sir." She said. She wished he would hurry up as she needed to get to her friends place to show off these lovely new clothes.

"If I had known I would have fitted it for you. I'll fit the last one." He stared and fetishd on the idea of it, unable to finish the joke.

A feeling of doubt filled her as surely this couldn't be right, letting a stranger do such a thing to her. Of course, he sold her the set of butt plugs so must know what he is doing and is was an order and her master had told her to always obey orders. She felt so silly and fragile it might be better to leave the difficult task to a Sir. After all, she needed to prepare her little bottom as ordered by her master and must get it right for him.

"Oh! Well, I guess so. I'm such a silly little thing I find everything difficult to work out and might not do it right. Please fit it for me, Sir." She said.

Joe could feel his balls aching needing to burst. It would be cuckolds brownie to cum in his pants yet an offer like this didn't jump him that often. She wanted to play a little girly game with a big strong man so who was he to refuse. It would be a ball breaking disappointing not to actually fuck her but then what a tale to tell his friends at the bar. He watched her bent over with the dress riding right up around her hips. She rummaged in her purse a moment before coming up with the Titan number five and a tube of lubricant.

If she had taken much longer the sight of those swollen lips protruding between her thighs would have finished him. He had been working there long enough to know it was dangerous to join in with a customers' game but this was too much to resist.

"Bend over that chair." He told her. Helen gripped the seat, bent over the back of the chair with legs spread wide. With a hand on her ass he pulled at the butt plug feeling the resistance of its head at her asshole. He took his time until it popped out. The best bit was next and he took a greater pleasure in massaging the grease between her cheeks with a finger accidently nudging her sex.

Her asshole was open from being stretched by progressively larger plugs. He slipped a finger in just so as to lubricate a hole nothing more, not because he wanted too explore that beautiful body. Of course he did and the tension in him was almost overpowering. If he didn't get that butt plug in he would be filling the inviting asshole himself.

Telling her to relax he eased it into place. The sighs and groans were erotic but he managed to concentrate on the task. "Straighten up slowly and don't move until you get used to it." He told her.

"Thank you, sir." She told him. Aware of how excited she was brought a feeling of offense to overshadow it. She had thanked a stranger for pushing such an awful thing into her body and had become excited by it. What would her master say, would he punish her for being so wanton, for being such a slut. It felt big and powerful inside this tender place leaving her feeling so much more vulnerable and small, needing a man to submit to.

"Joe! A word please." Liz said gruffly. The customer stood holding onto the chair while she dragged him out of the cubicle by an elbow. "What do you think you are doing you big lug?" She could see how carried away he was. "Rule number, one never get caught up in a customers stupid games it is too dangerous. When she gets home and snaps out of the fantasy and calls the police accusing you of ****, trouble! You are looking at trouble with a big 'T', bigger than her tits."

"Go make the coffee and I'll take care of the bitch." She saw the look of pain in his eyes knowing how much his penis had taken over the thinking. She grabbed his penis bulging in his jeans. "I'll take care of this for you too. I can do a better job than she ever could. Go make the coffee." She told him with a shove to his back.

In a state of shock he scramred into the back room where the automatic routine of preparing coffee began to calm him. "Liz?" He said. He shook his head not believing it. She was no beauty but she had a certain something now he thought about the possibility of it. He didn't really want to contemplate what she meant it was too difficult adjusting to this new view of Liz the battle axe.

"You had better get some panties on, shows over." Liz told her. "Here these will do. Forget about winding Joe up, he's a nice guy. Just because he works in a place like this doesn't mean he's fair game. Go home to your husband and practice your fantasies on him. What would he say if he saw you playing the slut with a stranger?"

At the counter Helen handed over a credit card without a word said. Liz continued to exude poimister with a challenging look that would have floored a bigger man than Joe let alone this little slut. Helen looked more vacant and confused than ever. Thoughts of a master and husband were colliding, not as concepts but memories, as reality broke through into consciousness and conscience. What she had being doing was good and so very bad.

In a daze from adjusting memories of the past few days, bringing everything together, she walked out to the car. Men commented on the dress or her, calling her a brazen hussy or desirable slut, it didn't matter for nothing penetrated, all went unheard. She sat there in a stupor not wanting to succumb to reality wanting it all to be a dream. Memories of great elicit sex became thrilling and exciting then hit hard with a dose of shame knowing who it had been with. What she had submitted to was both fulfilling and humiliating.

Unsure of where she was going or what to do she let her *** motivate the direction. Not knowing if this would be a showdown or a test of will she waited at the now familiar door knowing it was no friend she had come to visit.

Helen followed him into the lounge in a state of dread unsure if she could carry this through. A deep feeling of offense threatened to overwhelm her, to wipe out her resolve. Where she now stood, on this carpet, everything had been laid bare for this man. It was more despicable than that, she had grovelled at his feet in a shameful display of wanton lust. The combination of a growing sexual excitement and shame brought her low.

With the knowledge of what he had done to her, that these feelings were from his influence, she was no longer so vulnerable. The thoughts were now clear but it was still difficult to confront her master. Concentrating on the anger she powered a will to resist.

"Master, may I ask you a question?" She said. The pathetic little voice revealed she hadn't been completely successful.

"Of course you may my sweet little thing." Roger said. He smiled at her still marvelling at the image of a dowdy business woman transformed into a dumb blonde dressing to please him. The little pink flared dress was a bit over the top but is showed how submissive and compliant she had become, that she wanted to be.

"Why did you do this to me?" She asked. Her voice tremred and she dare not look at him. When she looked down the view was of her breasts pushed up in a deep cleavage as another presentation of her body to him. It was beginning to sink in that she had colluded with him in her downfall. This man had release something in her, a need to devote herself to a man and be wanted, a need to be dominated.

Roger was startled. He knew this moment would arise but figured the rebellion wouldn't be here but in her home, somewhere safe. He could handle a business confrontation but here he was going to have to contend with guilt. He reamistered she wouldn't have complied with anything she didn't want even if it had been something dark in her sub-conscious best left alone.

"What do you mean my pretty little pet?" He asked.

"You've turned me into your servant, a dumb blonde sex pet." She hesitated a moment. "You have shaped my thinking and my body for your use." She wriggled her bottom feeling the butt plug up her ass and gripped it tight trying to feel pain to fuel the anger that was beginning to recede. She needed to confront him with everything he had done to recharge the anger before she capitulated.

"You made me hold your sperm in my mouth in front of everyone." She complained. She couldn't mention her husband it was too scandalful. "You dressed me up and made me into a stupid dumb blonde until I couldn't think straight. I was left so vulnerable you took advantage of me. You laid me out on the floor at your feet and took me. You made me into an unthinking fuck toy. I even practised sucking on a banana every chance I got until I can overcome the gag reflex. I have a large butt up my ass so you can." She faltered unable to continue. The indignity and shame was doing something to her.

Roger didn't want her going away from here blaming him for it all. If she cried **** his reputation would be severely dented even if the truth came out. "You didn't just do it for me. You must have wanted it too otherwise you would never have given in. We just happened to come across each other when the need was there. You have been a naughty lascivious slut because that is what you needed to be." He said.

Without thinking she answered. "Yes sir." It was true, she knew it. She had been a wanton slut craving his cock. After reminding her self of the humiliating things she had done her body was aroused and needed it now. It was no good denying it she had been his slut because she needed the offense and sex. The sex had been so good, too good.

He noticed a damp patch form in the panties while she provoked herself wondering if this would shake her free or overcome the better judgement.

"You are right sir. I've been a naughty wanton slut. I deserve to be punished. Please punish your silly maid for being such a naughty little slut." She pleaded.

He looked at her trying to fix a stern expression on his face. He patted his lap and she moved smoothly into place over his knee. The dress was short enough to ride up her hips for a close look at the full pink panties. They were loose not gripping her ass yet looked more attractive, more innocent. She eagerly lifted her hips for him to slide them off.

Roger had never seen a butt plug before and this one looked enormous. How on earth did she manage it? He remembered how tight it had been when pushing a finger inside while sucking on her pussy. He had ordered her to prepare it for him not really believing she would resort to such a depraved deed. "I can't smack your ass with this thing in there it might hurt you." He said, while pulling on it. "Try to relax and I'll take it out."

"Thank you, master." She responded. She felt it move and gasped a little whimper. Not from pain but from the agony of having yet another man taking such a close interest in her bottom. It popped like a cork released from a bottle. It was so terrible to be in this vulnerable position she closed her eyes tight unable to contemplate the image he had of her upturned ass. She could feel it gaping open and was unable to clench it closed. It was disgusting to think she had done this to herself.

"I shan't spank you it looks too sore." He said, though it looked alright, he had another idea instead. "Get some ointment from the bathroom."

She rolled off his knee onto the floor once again a humble shambles of emotion at his feet. From the scandal of having stretched her once tight little bottom a need to be punished grew to a hot desire. She was reminded of the man in the sex shop fitting it in this once private place. It was devastating to know she had been so ready for a complete stranger. She was a nasty little whore and must be punished.

She ran off to fetch some grease for her kind fore-bearing master, wanting to get on with the punishment. Then perhaps she might have been cleansed of her sins enough to receive a reward. She felt his soft hands between her cheeks savouring the careful attention knowing it would contrast all the more with the stinging slaps.

"I think I might use that hole to punish you my slutty little maid." He told her.

"Oh master. That is such a offense for a woman, so degrading to have her ass used like that." She complained, wanting him to get on with the spanking.

"A greater punishment then, don't you think." He asked.

She groaned at the thought of it. "Yes, master." She sighed. He was right. He was going to punish her in a much more terrible way than a simple spanking like an errant schoolgirl. She had behaved like a nasty whore and this was appropriate to the crime. She kneeled on the floor with her forehead on the carpet.

She felt so scandald in this position, bottom up, presented to him as though he owned it. She felt him kneel behind her fidgeting into position. His hard cock slapped her thighs eliciting a whimper. A man was going to take her ass as punishment for all those bad things she had done and she had made it possible, had prepared her asshole for this moment.

Feeling his lovely cock so close to her pussy a need to cry out for it arose in her throat but was stifled for she didn't deserve a reward. His cock nudged her hole and she wanted to cry out in shame. 'Please not this; just spank me for being naughty.' She whimpered silently.

Feeling it push past her sphincter so easily added to the offense. It seemed to fill her entire body. She felt his balls slap her lips and whimpered out loud. It slowly pulled back then slowly filled her with the strokes speeding up. It wasn't a delight but neither was it the horrendous punishment expected.

The familiar tensing of his muscles were soon felt so she knew what was to come next and became afraid. The feeling of a rush of cum was more keenly felt and shocking. She wanted to reach out to her pussy but dare not. This punishment was turning her on becoming a reward. 'Oh hell, he's giving me a sperm enema.' She thought and tightened her muscles unsure if it was in defence or to squeeze him dry.

He knelt behind her in the triumphant knowledge that he had conquered mind and body completely. "Up you get maid. Go fetch some fresh orange while I get cleaned up." He ordered.

***

She sat on the floor at his feet waiting patiently wondering what was to befall her next.

"Let's see how well you practised with the banana." He said.

He sat back on the sofa for her to take his flaccid cock in both hands. She leant forward and kissed its tip almost reverently. He watched her suck it into her mouth between a pair of full luscious lips. It soon filled her mouth for a tongue to tickle and lips to suck. A light touch was used enough to bring it fully to life. He felt his cock hit the back of the throat expecting a reaction.

It was tight passing into her throat and the grip most enjoyable. He watched intently as this beautiful woman absorbed his cock between full lips forming a perfect O shape griping it tight. This wasn't the first time a woman had given him a blow job but this was far more than that, it was an act of devotion. She worked it with enthusiasm and every time she took it down her tight throat he almost came but managed to hold back.

He was nearly there "Stop, that's enough, I don't want to cum in there. I want your pussy." He said.

Helen was horrified on remembering the moment in the canteen practising deep throat with a banana. At home alone was bad enough but there in front of employees it was a shocking thing to do. Somehow it didn't seem bad to be overcoming her gag reflex for this man. Now it had been achieved it seemed so wrong to be pandering to his demands.

She was almost disappointed he didn't use her throat to cum into. 'He dressed me like a silly dumb slut, I sound like one and I'm behaving like one. He has me excited just thinking about my pussy being filled by him. It's become a reward for doing as I'm told. If I don't do something I'll never escape this degrading position.' She thought.

It dawned on her that the influence he had over her was spreading into the rest of her life, in the office and out. She had stretched her asshole for him at home and in her own office and visited that vile sex shop on his orders. She had even practised that naughty banana thing and even practised stretching her legs open for him at home.

Helen felt like screaming but couldn't be sure what. Was it for him or against him? Without being told she lay back on the floor with legs spread with a silly grin on her face. She wanted a reward for all that hard work. Her whole body tingled in anticipation of his touch. If she had wanted to resist him it was now impossible to mount a defence for all she wanted was to be mounted.

'Oh please master, I need my reward, fuck me, please.' She looked at him with eyes pleading for it, for his touch, to feel full of cock.

He slid off the sofa onto his knees between her legs and leaned over her belly. He kissed her flat stomach then licked a tortuous route downward. Lower and lower his tongue slid until contact with her lips brought a shudder and a sigh of delight. A delicate touch from fingers and lips just glazing her thighs and sex caused her heels to drum upon the floor the only sign of the internal thrill coursing through her body.

Helen lay inert upon the floor, quite still, her breathing shallow a heart racing. Her mind was immersed in every touch with sensations emanating from that one small place throughout her body. She felt him suck and explore more thoroughly inside reaching the so sensitive 'G' spot but couldn't stir. Needing to rise up and engulf him she was powerless to move as though he were sucking the very life power from her body.

His hands moved from her thighs up her torso to her breasts which he squeezed and pinched. She was on fire. There was only one thing that could save her from being consumed by the raging flames. As she felt his lips crawl up her naked body she knew where he was headed and a cry of anticipation slipped from her mouth, a guttural sound from deep in her belly. Nothing existed only his breathing and the smell of him still in her nostrils from taking his cock in her mouth. Tears of joy filled her eyes blurring sight, depriving her of another sense, leaving her world dominated by him. The sense of touch drove her mad with lust.

She felt a hardness brush a thigh not hesitating on its way into her body. The deep penetration set her off, not quelling the fire rather spreading it through every taught nerve. Her belly clenched and unclenched on feeling full of cock. The orgasm hit her hard quenching the fire for a moment, not putting it out, for he fanned the flames into life with hard deep thrusts.

She brought her legs up to wrapping them around him, clenching his buttocks with her heels. She hung on as he rode her vigorously toward another orgasm. All her good work left him determined to cum, however long it took. Another orgasm shook her less violent yet as satisfying in its completeness. More aware of what was happening she clung on wondering if this could continue for ever, one orgasm after another until she had been completely consumed.

On feeling his shuddering spasm a last small happening gripped her inside and in desperation she held on to his member knowing it was hopeless but trying anyway not wanting it to leave her empty. Her legs fell to the floor and she supported his weight wanting it to crush them into one.

"Thank you, master." She said. The simple words were heartfelt, all she could think or say.

***

She brought cool takes for them both, covered in nothing but fresh make-up and the after glow of multiple orgasms. She squatted at his feet and rolled the cold glass over her hot sex letting go a little giggle.

"Yes, Master?" She said, looking up at him through long eyelashes.

The innocent look of delight upon her face made it impossible to call her his slut. He had to remind himself this woman was an important business woman not a toy for his pleasure that she clearly wanted to be at his moment. He cleared his throat again. "You will have to get dressed and go home."

The look of hurt on her face snagged his conscience pulling him the wrong way. He had made the decision and must follow it through at all costs.

"Please master may I stay?" She asked, reverting to the silly little voice she used all evening.

"This is your last visit. We can't see each other again." He said with no small agony.

'There, it had been said, no going back now.' He thought.

"Please master let me be your sexy French maid! I'll do anything, just anything, honest. I'll be your little dumb blonde. I need you to tell me what to do, to be your servant. You can train me and I'll learn all the naughty things you like. I'll be obedient like a faithful pet. I can be your sex slave to keep for ever. If I've done wrong then punish me, but please don't send me away I beg you." She cried while hugging his legs.

Roger ignored the tirade of words spilling from those gorgeous red lips. He felt guilty from what he had reduced her to. He wanted a challenge, an equal partnership with a woman, not a pet or even a housewife. This experience had taught him that at least. He had expected her to break free of the magictic influence sooner or later but she seemed to revel in it, not wanting to let go.

It wasn't just a way of assuaging his guilt for he took responsibility for pulling the trigger on this bombshell that had exploded within her. Whatever it was hidden in her *** had swamped her morals leaving her so very vulnerable and he had taken advantage.

"This has got to stop. I am your master right now and you will obey my order." He said fiercely. It was difficult summoning anger but he had to power her to see sense. He watched her fall back as though slapped. "You will forget what happened here and all the other things you did for me. You will go home and be the dutiful housewife your husband longs for. You will do all the things he wants you to. Do you understand? Do you?" He demanded.

He watched the slight nod of her head. "You will enjoy being with him and enjoy pleasing him. You will try harder than you have, you will make it work." He said more gently this time. A sob shook her shoulders with tears smearing the make-up and he only just resisted taking her in his arms.

'I've go to do this!' He told himself.

She left without another word said. Her mind was in a whirl of need and offense while a part of her was fighting to regain the right path.

He didn't hug her as she turned to him at the door. Did he look as miserable as she did? If so the medicine cabinet would have to be emptied before the full impact overtook his feelings. He poured a large Cognac turned from the takes cabinet then turned back for the bottle. He sat in the large wingback chair unable to sit on the sofa where they had been.

He sighed takesenly. "Maybe, just maybe!" He raised the glass saluting the sofa and downed the fiery liquid. He wanted her to make a go of the marriage and so leave him alone to get on with his life. 'A master is burdened with responsibility, tied to a slave as much as the slave is tied.' He reminded himself. "If it doesn't work though, what then?" He said to the large empty room.

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There was an undercurrent then; they certainly noticed that use of 'sir,' though for her part it was still innocent, she knew immediately that it opened the door a crack for 'nessa' to creep through.

"My,uh, car stopped up the road, and the gentleman behind the bar . . ."

Interruptions now: "That's no 'gentleman' that's Huck."

"Hey guys," Jimmy said again with some exasperation, "Shut the fuck up and let us talk here. Missy here needs some help."

The word 'Missy" again intruded into Vanessa's mind, and caused the same kind of disruption that its use by the bartender had.

She was slipping, and she knew it. The heat in the room, male heat, male heat facing a defenseless female, it was all creeping up on her, and she was going to give in, she just knew it. This was her life time fantasy in as clear as possible, this was it:

Her, nessa, alone with a room full of red necks that she had to appease; it all reminded her of the stories that she'd read on the internet. They were stories that told about strong, lovely black women who allowed themselves to be reduced to almost a slave mentality by white men. They were stories where such bright and 'with it' black women were constantly calling the white men things like 'Massa' and the like. They might be absurd but to Vanessa, in her 'nessa' state, they were food and take, and they always led her to sexual abandon.

Those were her dominant thoughts, when he'd used the word 'Missy' again. That was the reamister why she said what she said next; why she said it before she knew, and let it slip out before she could catch herself:

She said to Jimmy Tate: "Thank you, Massa!"

And every single thing in the room stopped! The noise stopped; the glee of good natured ribbing stopped.

Vanessa was mortified, realizing what she's just done. She realized that she couldn't really take it back; nor could she tell them why she'd said it. She hoped it would be ignored.

"What did you just say?" Jimmy Tate asked.

"I . . .uh . . .I . . ." was all that Vanessa could muster.

She was lost now; she knew it. She'd be as honest as possible but she was every man's in the room for the taking.

"I said, girl, what did you just say?" Jimmy Tate now said in a demanding voice.

Vanessa right then recognized herself no better than the black bitch in the 'Neal' stories that she loved so much, from which the word 'Massa' had sprung.

"I'm so sorry, that just slipped out," she tried to bluff.

"I asked you, bitch, what you just said! Now tell me!"

An order, a direct order, and Vanessa knew that she didn't have a choice here; nor did she want one.

"I said: 'thank you, Massa!'"

"Well, fuck me!" Jimmy Tate said, "A real live polite black woman! Is that what you are, girl?"

The continued use of terms like 'girl,' and 'missy' had the effect of corralling Vanessa and hemming her in. She was in familiar territory now but it was not her lawyer territory.

"Yes, sir," she said back to him, "I am."

"Are what?" Jimmy Tate wanted to know.

He was pushing her toward this and both of them realized it.

"I am a real live polite black woman!" she said, and then she sighed a great sigh, and continued: "I'm a genuinely polite nigger."

There was whooping in the room again. The atmosphere had changed. Vanessa knew that; Jimmy knew that; they all knew that.

Jimmy said to her: "Well, good; you just sit your black self down here and we'll talk about your little problem."

Then turning to one of the other guys at the table, he said: "Timmy, go get us a bottle; the counselor here, our "genuinely polite 'nigger'" will pay. Won't you?"

"Yes," Vanessa said.

But Jimmy Tate held up his hand, and everything stopped for a moment. He stared at Vanessa and said:

"Say it, girl! Say it!"

She did: "Yes, Massa!"

They whooped and cheered again.

Timmy was back soon with a bottle of bourbon. He put it on the table with clean shot glasses.

Jimmy Tate looked at Vanessa and said: "You just say that, when I tell you too, girl; understand?"

This time she slid into it as though it were natural: "Yes, Massa, I understand."

"Now, before we consider your little automobile problem, I insist that you have a take with us from this bottle that you've so kindly provided. And since there are three of us here, and we've already been takeing, you just have to catch up. Is that clear?"

Vanessa knew that she should walk out of this back room right then. But she wasn't sure that they'd let her, after what had gone on, nor, more importantly was she sure that she wanted to.

So, instead she just said: "Yes, Massa," again. And the men loved it.

Jimmy Tate put three shot glasses in front of Vanessa. He filled them and pushed the toward her. At the best of times, Vanessa was only a social takeer, not a heavy takeer. But she was deeply into 'nessa' by this time and smiling, took the shot glasses one after another and downed them.

They cheered. She smiled.

"Now here's one to get you up to where we are," Jimmy said, pouring another, which Vanessa downed.

The cuckold water was having an impact immediately. She'd been planning on dinner somewhere on the way home, and had an empty stomach.

The situation and the room were rosy for her almost immediately. In addition, the cuckold water served to turn her on even more than she already was.

She waited for Jimmy, since he seemed to have the initiative.

"So, what's your name, girl?" he wanted to know.

"My name's Vanessa," she said, then added, "But I prefer 'nessa'."

"Ah," he said, "Nessa, is it?" After saying it, he nodded to her.

"Yes, Massa," she replied.

"And you're a lawyer?" he asked politely, nodding again to her.

"Yes, Massa," she said, and was surprised that it began to sound normal, just as in those 'Neal' stories that she loved to read.

"And what else are you?" he wanted to know.

"I'm just 'nessa'," she said simply.

"Yes, just nessa," he mimicked.

"Does nessa like to dance?" he asked then.

It surprised her, and pleased her because she really did like to dance and only rarely had the opportunity to do so.

He turned then, and said to the room: "Hey, someone put some music on, our nessa likes to dance?"

A voice called out: "What else does the black bitch like to do?"

But Jimmy Tate tried to calm them down: "All in good time," he said, "All in good time."

They were content with that.

Jimmy led nessa out to the dance floor in the middle of the room. Everyone turned their chairs and watched.

She danced well, she had good moves on the dance floor; they were moves that continued to show off her nice sized tits and her spectacular ass. Jimmy danced well also. There were appreciative comments all around them as they danced.

"Tell me about your car, nessa," he said, as they danced.

"It's a BMW," she said in a kind of whiney voice, "and it just stopped."

"Well, that's fortunate for us, isn't it?" he stared at her as he said it.

She took his clue: "Yes, Massa, it certainly is."

"I love it, when you say that," he said smiling.

Nessa grinned back at him and just danced.

Then they played a faster number. They had been in a body to body waltz, when the music speeded up. He said to her, just before they started the new dance.

"Now I want you to aim that rich, black ass of yours to every corner of the room and just shake it for all the guys!"

"Yes, Massa," she said, knowing the retort.

And she did. As nessa danced with Jimmy Tate to the fast dance, she moved around and, leaning over from the waist, shook her magnificent ass at the men around the room. It brought on cheering and clapping,and calls and statements about her 'ass' from all parts of the room.

Nessa was certainly having a great time.

Jimmy made a kind of gesture and then he was joined on the dance floor by two other guys. Nessa danced with all three of them. She raised her arms to the air and swayed and jumped to the music. Jimmy kept his eyes locked her hers in front of her. One of the other two ran a hand down nessa' side on his side and the other did the same on the other side.

The men were all gathering around at that point. Nessa boogied and just enjoyed putting herself into the dance. When the music ended, someone showed up to congratulate nessa on how well she danced.

She gave a broad smile and a 'thank you.' Then she was handed another shot of bourbon. She raised her hand to the crowd and then downed the shot, as they applauded.

Then the music started again. Nessa was ready to dance again. It was certainly no longer Vanessa, the lawyer. Now it was nessa and she was just in the process of being whatever these guys wanted her to be. A part of her was basically ashamed of using the word 'Massa' so often but her mind had wandered to those stories that she loved to read, and that were such an influence on her, and she was ready to use that kind of language if it is what they wanted.

They danced again. It was nessa, Jimmy and the other two. While she'd been takeing her latest take, which really put her into nothing short of a cooperative mood, they'd been talking, and agreeing. They surrounded her and swirled into the dance; they were playing almost all fast numbers now.

Nessa knew that something was about to happen. She sensed it. A part of her was fearful of taking this to another level, and a part of her was downright eager to do so.

As they danced, Jimmy said to her: "Skirt's probably too tight to let you dance freely, isn't it?"

Nessa smiled and simply shook her head at that one. He said nothing. He'd made his point with her and everyone with the continued use of 'Massa', and just didn't insist on it. The whole issue had gone beyond that. They were going to get serious now.

One of the other guys that was dancing with the her, reached out at that point, and she felt the waist band button of her skirt unbuttoned. There was clapping then generally in the room. The same guy pulled the back zipper of her skirt down, and then nessa reacted.

She shimmied and shook, moving her hips and ass back and forth, and in the process powering the skirt to the floor. The guys cheered! She responded with a broad grin, and kicked the skirt off to the side.

She now went back into the action of the dance but now she wore heels, her bra and blouse, thigh high stockings and purple panties. The panties were see through nylon, and every time she moved and pointed to a different part of the room, nessa was showing either her ass or her pussy to them.

They had all crowded around the dance floor now. Nessa was dancing with abandon. A hand reached in and handed her a shot glass. She tossed the shot off and blew a kiss at the permister who'd given it to her.

Jimmy then reached out, as they danced. His hand took the first of her blouse buttons and unbuttoned it. There was a cheer. The other guys dancing with her were sliding their hands over her, one had a hand on her panty covered ass, the other was reaching for her pussy. Nessa responded by moving her hips and ass back and forth in a quick fashion to encourage the groping hands.

Jimmy, grinning now, had gotten to the next button. Then came the next; now nessa's lacy bra was visible. There were some shouts in the room of 'Take it off!' or 'Strip the bitch!' or "Let's see the lawyer's tits.'

Nessa responded by stepping out away from the three guys and dancing around the circle and shaking her visible ass at each part of the room.

Then Jimmy was back and the next button on her blouse was unbuttoned. Nessa now responded by grabbing the flaps of her blouse and flapping her bra covered tits to the room as she twirled.

One last button; Jimmy moved in, the button was unbuttoned and the blouse swung free. Nessa stripped it down her arms and flung it to the crowd. It was put with her skirt.

Now the three male dancers stood back from her; the music kept on surging and moving, and nessa, with her arms in the air strutted around the circle of the guys, showing herself off.

Her nipples were stiff, and poking against the fabric of her bra. She would turn to a group of the men, and shake her bra covered tits at them, and then stalk off to the next group of men.

At one point, she was standing and shaking her tits at a group, on one of the four sides of the dance floor, and someone jumped up, spun her around and took the bra from her.

She raised her arms, and someone handed her a shot glass. She tosssed it off and then went around the square dance floor squealing at the top of her lungs.

Someone shouted: "Squeal piggy squeal," and I just caused her to raise her voice in a squeal all the more.

A new tune blared out then. She swung into they rhythm of the tune and continued her dance around the group of men.

Now, when her back was turned to one group, one of the men jumped on the dance floor and with a quick hand pulled her panties down past her wiggling ass cheeks, so that they now rested at the level of her thighs.

Nessa, lost now totally into the bourbon, and the sexy atmosphere, moved around the circle again, only this time with her panties around her thighs. She showed off to them, all of them. She showed her pussy, and she showed her ass, and she wiggled her tits at them.

And it didn't bother her then because it's what nessa wanted to do.

The misterg stopped and another started. Nessa began to dance but then Jimmy was back on the dance floor with her.

She stopped, when she saw the look on his face. She stopped and waited for him to do whatever he was about to do.

He moved over to her, in time with the music but when he got to her, instead of dancing now, he reached out a hand and pushed on her shoulder. He used some pressure, some power and under the pressure, nessa went to her knees.

He stared at her. She knew what was next. It was where the fantasy always led. But now she was here with these 15 guys and this would be the real beginning.

She said, more with the mouth formation than with words, since the music was loud: "Yes, Massa."

The room got quiet, except for the music then, as she reached up and opened the zipper on Jimmy's jeans. She reached inside his zipper, and her hand came out with a nice sized stiff cock.

Her eyes never left his for a moment, as she fetched his cock out.

"No hands," he said to her.

"No hands," she said in reply, and put her hands behind her back.

The guys around took up a chant then: "Cock sucker! Cock sucker! Cock sucker!" as nessa bent her head forward and engulfed the head of Jimmy's cock with her mouth. She opened wide to receive him. His cock head slipped into her open mouth.

She closed her eyes with the sensation but he slapped her face, and said to her: "Eyes on me."

With the cock blocking her mouth she tried to rasp out another 'yes, Massa,'. As if it were her theme for the evening.

Her fantasy had begun for her now. She had the first cock in her mouth, and she knew that she'd end up serving every single one of them. She was too takes to be afraid any more. She simply began to work on sucking the cock in her mouth.

Jimmy then stopped her progress, and grabbed nessa by the ears. There was a cheer then, when he did that. He had a hold of her ears and began to slide his hips back and forth to fuck her mouth. He held her head rigid by he ears and fucked her face.

His cock was long enough that, when he began to penetrate her throat, she began to react to it and gag. She tried to move her hands out to intervene but someone was holding her hands. Jimmy just grabbed her ears tighter and plunged farther into her mouth and throat.

The crowd of men were cheering then. Nessa was drooling from the sides of her mouth down the front of her tits.

And then Jimmy was cumming. He came in her throat but pulled out quickly enough to begin to spurt into her face and hair. When he was done cumming, he pushed his softening cock back into nessa's mouth for cleaning.

She was takes, and stunned, and about to be the object of a gang bang but she simply waited for what was next. It came quickly. Jimmy's cock was replace with another one. It was a repeat of what had happened before. Her hands were held, and the cock plunged in and out of her throat.

They lined up then; each was eager for a turn.

Soon enough, while one was fucking nessa's face, one began to fuck her pussy. She was being plugged from both ends. It was a first for her, although it was part and content of every fantasy that she'd ever had. For the next half hour it was that way. She had a cock in her mouth and one in her pussy at the same time.

She was on her knees bending forward in the center of the dance floor; constantly she had a man in front of her, holding her by the ears, or by a hunk of hair, and just as constantly she had a man behind her fucking her pussy. In every case, when a guy began to cum in her mouth, he'd then pull out and finish cumming in nessa's face or her hair. After a bit, he face was covered with ropes and strings of cum. Someone came to her then and brought a towel to wipe her face and hair. Then someone handed her a shot glass filled with bourbon, and she tossed the take down before going to the next guy to suck off.

In a while, everyone had had a chance to cum in nessa's mouth or pussy, on her face, in her hair, on her ass or the back of her thighs. She was covered with cum. She was tired too but so far along that she didn't care what would happen next.

Someone said that she needed to be cleaned up; then hands grabbed her, and lifted her from the floor. She was hustled out the door into the night, and thrown on the grass behind the road house. Once she was sitting in the grass, one of the guys appeared with a hose. They turned the hose on nessa then. It caused her to squeal all over again, and gave the guys standing around a reamister to cheer, and clap, as nessa tried to move around and avoid the stream of very cold water. But she tried in vane. They followed her around with the hose and hosed the cum off of her face, her ass, and her body.

"Stop wiggling around, cunt!" someone demanded.

And nessa did, so that they could get the water of the hose on her. A few of them came to her and held her down, as the guys with the hose turned down the power of the water, and then inserted the hose nozzle into her pussy.

Nessa squealed into the night, as the nozzle was held inside her pussy. The sound of her discomfort simply turned the guys on more.

Jimmy appeared in front of her then. She looked up at him, she was shivering with the water running down off of her in streams and the night breeze.

"How's our cunt?" Jimmy wanted to know.

"Fine," was all that nessa could manage. She wondered then if they were done with her.

"My car?" she croaked to him.

"Don't worry about your fucking car," he said severely. "It'll be fine. But we're not finished yet."

"Not?" she asked

"Not yet," he said.

He turned to the others then, and said to the group, which was ready for anything at that point.

"Okay, let's take her inside and this time we'll fuck her in the ass."

Nessa said nothing. She was carried by the guys back into the back room of the road house, and deposited on the dance floor again.

Jimmy cozied up behind her, his cock stiff again; he slapped her ass sharply, getting another cheer from the guys. and then he pried her ass cheeks open.

"Ever had it up the ass, nessa?" he asked.

"A few times, sir" she said, as he pushed his cock into her asshole, and she grunted in response.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh!" she wailed as he began to fuck her in the ass. Her moans and grunts accompanied his fucking all the while.

With a grunt of his own, Jimmy finally came, holding onto nessa's ass, and slapping her ass vigorously as he pushed finally into her and came.

He bent down to speak into nesssa's ear then, as someone else replaced him at her ass, pushing yet another cock into her asshole.

"Gonna go and see about that BMW now, nessa; you just enjoy yourself."

"Thank you, sir," she croaked, forgetting in the continued sensation of the fucking the words she'd used all evening to show him that she was indeed subservient.

Nessa was given yet another take, which served to keep her groggy and available. She was beyond the point of enjoying the fantasy that she was in the middle of. She had just become a series of holes that the guys were constantly using.

Most, though not all, of the guys were ready for a chance at nessa's asshole Somewhere in the process of having her asshole fucked by everyone, they also began the practice of having nessa clean their cocks, after they'd been in her asshole, with her mouth. It became a part of the ritual of the fucking. Someone would take his place, slide his cock into her, now accommodating, asshole, fuck her good, then cum and slide out with a 'pop'. Then he'd scoot around to the front and grab a hold of nessa's hair or her ears and power his dirty cock into her mouth.

Nessa complied with everything. She'd often wondered, when dealing with these kinds of fantasies, what it would feel like to be so far beyond the simply sensual pleasure of fucking. And now she was there. She had no regrets at this time. She was deeply into this fantasy, and it's stark reality, in that back room. But by now she felt little and simply lapsed into a kind of sex toy being used. And, strangely, she found contentment in that also.

In this fantasy, nessa was hard on herself. She was into a kind of sexual place where being the fuck toy of all these men was what her 'nessa' deserved.

Periodically someone would give her another take. They seemed to be having less and less effect on her.

She'd been ass fucked by everyone, pussy fucked by everyone, she'd sucked everyone's cock at least once, and many twice in the ass fucking clean up. She wasn't moving now. She was in the middle of the dance floor and had cum all over her again, since the guys has been simply wiping their cocks off on her during the ass fucking part of the evening.

Then Jimmy was back. He knelt by her and talked softly into her ear. The others stood around but they seemed to be waiting for Jimmy to decide what was next. Maybe the evening was over. Even if it was, they'd had a wail of a time with the black lawyer bitch.

"Car's fixed, nessa," Jimmy whispered to her. "Aren't you happy?"

She looked up at him and the spark of recognition was there:

"Yes, Massa," she said as clearly as her sore mouth and throat would allow.

"Looks like the fucking is over too," he said.

She looked at him and simply shook her head 'yes' this time.

"But," he continued, "We're not done here yet. We still have some games that we want to play. Do you want to play some more games, nessa?"

"Yes," was her simple comment.

"Okay, guys" he said, "Let's get the bitch outside and hose her down; then we'll play some more games with her."

"Nooooooo," nessa wailed, when she heard what he had in mind.

Jimmy slapped her face; it quieted her down completely.

"That's what you say, when I just fixed your car and treated you to a glorious evening of sex with all your friends here, you cunt?"

Nessa was sobbing.

"Sorry, sorry, Massa," she said, using the word now to try to placate the angry Jimmy.

He just demanded: "Take the bitch outside and hose her down now. We'll maybe teach her some manners."

Nessa was hauled bodily outside and the ice cold water of the hose was turned on her again. The guys were treated again to the spectacle of the cringing black lawyer on her hands and knees trying to dodge the cold, cold stream of the hose's water.

They hosed her up and down, and then, as before, the hose water was turned down and now the nozzle was inserted into nessa's asshole.

She squealed again then.

"She really does sound like a pig," someone commented and the others laughed and agreed.

Finally, the hose was turned off and they hauled nessa into the back room again.

Jimmy had sent someone to bring something but nessa never heard what it was.

Someone brought a chair from one side of the room and placed it in the middle of the dance area. They sat the tired and almost recumbent nessa in the chair. She sat listlessly, her skin gleaming with beads of water, after her latest hosing down. They tied her legs to the rungs of the chair, and they tied her hands around the back of the chair.

One of the guys came in from the side carrying various things, and a cheer went up from the rowdy rest of the group.

The cheering brought nessa around a bit. She struggled briefly against her bonds. Then Jimmy was standing there in front of her.

"What . . .? Uh . . .what . . .now?" she asked in a hesitating voice.

"Now some fun," he said with a grin.

Nessa, afraid now, said in a begging voice: "I've been good here; I've done everything you've asked me to do; please don't hurt me!"

"Hey, nessa," Jimmy protested, "We're lovers not fighters!"

Everyone laughed at that.

"It's just that we've messed up your hair with everything that we've done here, and we're just going to correct that problem."

He smiled at her and she just looked apprehensively at her.

"And besides, nessa," he said, while stroking her face, "If we hurt you, you'll never want to come back."

They all laughed at that. Even nessa smiled then.

Then she saw what they had and what they intended to do, and she wailed a loud "Noooooooo!"

"Get her panties," Jimmy said quickly, "Shut the bitch up."

Someone brought her panties around and shoved them into nessa's mouth.

Jimmy took the razor that they'd brought into the room and very carefully, very deliberately began to shave nessa's head.

She sobbed all the while the procedure was underway. The guys laughed and cheered, saying that her hair wouldn't be a problem for much longer.

Finally, Jimmy was finished, and nessa was bald. She said sobbing with her hair on the floor all around, as the guys, one by one, came up and patted her on the bald head.

Next they shaved her pussy. They had nessa totally bald now.

She sat calmly, as the cleaned up the hair. She tried to retreat to an inner place where she could 'retreat and regroup', so to speak.

There was one thing that she realized then: despite the offense of having her head shaved after all the sex with these guys, it turned her on. She even smiled now, with her hands finally released, and ran a hand over her bald head.

"Fuck," someone said, "The bitch likes it; she's fucking amazing!"

Jimmy was back now and, bending over, said to nessa:

"Well, love, you have hair all over you; so guess what?"

"Oh no!" she said, but this time almost with renewed energy.

"Yep!" Jimmy smiled, as he said it.

They grabbed her, despite her protests, and out they went again. Down she went onto the already wet grass, and they turned the cold hose water on her again.

She sat and shivered, a very different looking woman than she was, when she came into the road house earlier for help with her car. She was naked, she'd been fucked in the mouth by all the guys from the back room. She'd been fucked in the pussy; she'd been fucked in the ass. She sat in a heap and just sighed.

They picked her up by the arms, and took her back into the back room of the road house again.

"Guys," she said in an almost pleading voice: "Look, I've gone along with everything you're done, even shaving me. Can I just go home now?"

Jimmy laughed, "But this is the fun part," he explained, turning her upturned and hopeful face sad instantly.

"Grab her, boys, and bring her with me," was Jimmy's next command.

They obeyed with glee, taking the shivering, naked lawyer, and following Jimmy.

They went into the men's room.

"What now?" nessa said plaintively.

But Jimmy just smiled at her, as they took her toward one of the stalls with the intention of having her sit her on the toilet.

"Oh, no, come on, guys!" she said.

Jimmy grabbed her by the cheeks and said, directly into her face:

"Shut the fuck up, nessa, or the next thing we do, after hosing you down again, is beat you til you're nothing but red and broken bones.

She took the threat seriously, and was quiet.

He looked at her, a mean look on his face:

"Say it!" he ordered.

Nessa was sobering up now and reluctant to return to that silly stuff that she'd read in the 'Neal' stories.

"Say it," Jimmy shouted at her slapping her face.

With tears in her eyes, she rasped out: "Yes, Massa!"

It brought cheers from all of them.

Jimmy approached her, as they held her there in the men's room. He was smiling and said to her:

"Tell you what, nessa, we'll give you a real live chance here. There is a choice to be made. We will either put you in the toilet stall there and each get a chance to piss on you. Or we're going to take you outside. But not for the hose this time; we'll take you outside and stomp your ass and beat the cuckolds brownie out of you good."

"Please don't do that, Massa," she said, reverting to the language she'd used before in her desperation not to be beaten by them.

Jimmy lashed out and slapped her face.

"Don't fucking interrupt me," he said with vehemence.

She hung her head then and was silent.

But Jimmy brightened up right away. He lifted her chin and said to her:

"As I was saying, we have that choice, and since you're a lawyer and know how to deal with these things, and talk to change people's minds. Why you just go ahead and convince us that we should take you and piss on your instead of beating your ass."

Nessa looked around, she looked particularly frightened.

But she smiled, kind of gathered herself together and began to speak.

"Massa Jimmy, friends, let me begin by thanking you all for what you've done for this poor girl tonight. I came here, you know because you saw it, looking rich, dressed rich, acting rich; I came here being the part of this important together lawyer. A lawyer who only stopped by this place, where you love to come and have a few takes and have fun, only because I needed help. Not because I was ready to be honest with you about who I was, or what I was. But it was my sincere good fortune that you saw through all of that, and recognized that beneath the fancy clothes, which you so rightly soon helped me to take off totally, beneath the fancy lawyer clothes I was only a black, nigger girl who needed a man to show her what her place was. To show her, I mean, that she needed to be a naked nigger girl, kneeling at the feet of her Massa, and opening her nigger mouth to take in his cock, if she'd let him have it. This was no regular chance to just gobble another nigger cock for her. No, her Massa was going to let her suck on white cock. And for that, Massa, this nigger girl, ain't no lawyer here now, just you gentlemen and nessa this nigger girl, she just thanks you. And then, when this cup you give nessa to sip from is so full but you show how good a Massa you is by sharing her; giving her in your big hearted gesture to your friends. This nigger girl, Massa, this nessa got to dance with you, to dance for you. She thanks you for that. She got to be the one who was given all those white cocks by your friends; given them into her mouth, into her black pussy, into her round nigger ass. And then you all goes and helps nessa out by washing her filthy whore body, when she needs it. Do you see why this girl should be grateful, Massa Jimmy? Do you just see? And now I thinks that you should end this here evening the way it needs to be ended. Nessa she's been good, she's done everything you tole her to do. But you need, all of you need to show this black assed nessa one more time, what she's worth in this here road house: you just go ahead and you take her into that stall, you tie her there and you just do what's right and use your white pricks to piss on her. It's what this black nessa, your nigger, Massa, deserves. You just go and do that. Ain't no cause for you to hurt ol' nessa but is right and proper to piss on her."

She finished and Jimmy and all of them were clapping and cheering at her 'performance.'

Then they took her into the toilet stall; they tied her hands above her head to the piping, and her ankles to one another with the rope extending back behind the toilet. They'd let the seat up and made the naked woman straddle the porcelain, clenching it with her thighs to keep from sinking into the toilet.

Jimmy said to her: "Comfy there, nessa?"

"Yes, Massa," she said.

"Fit okay?" he wanted to know.

"Fit is kinda big," she admitted, "What with this seat up; makes old nessa have to grip her thighs against the toilet bowl . . ."

"To keep your black ass from falling into the toilet!" he finished it for her laughing.

"Yes, Massa, to keep this nigger girl's ass from falling into the toilet, where she belongs.'

She looked around then and smiled at them all, as they watched her.

For her own self, and for the kind of offense she was seeking in this place with these men, the language of slavery was working its way directly to her pussy, which might be bald but was certainly wet again. The very thought that it was going to end up with them pissing on her pushed her beyond the range of her sexual fantasies into a land of simply body heat and need.

She smiled and said to them:

"You just step right up and you go ahead and piss on your nessa; she don't mind none; she needs it; she deserves it. What this nigger girl for, if not for you white men to piss on?"

Jimmy stepped up first; he opened his fly, took out his cock and simply began to piss on nessa. He pissed on her thighs, her pussy area, bald now, and up to her face.

He shouted at her to open her mouth and keep it open.

Nessa accepted the treatment with a sob in her throat, and realized that she was close to another of the many orgasms that she'd had that night.

She writhed on the toilet as the sexual passion swept over her.

"Fucking cunt loves it!" someone said.

They lined up and every single one of them stepped in to piss on nessa.

She took it all, and even came close to another orgasm, as they were finishing.

They ended up patting each other on the back and doing a lot of laughing and giggling about the 'black piss bitch' in the toilet. It was as though the merriment was covering their shame at having done it.

She sat there, her thighs clutching at the sides of the porcelain of the toilet. She was covered with piss, every exposed part of her had been pissed on. Hear newly bald head gleamed with a sheen of yellow tinted liquid.

She looked up at Jimmy Tate, standing now in the entrance to the toilet and looking down at her.

"Thank you, Massa Jimmy!" she said quietly and simply.

Someone mocked her and said in a falsetto voice: "Thank you, Massa Jimmy!"

Jimmy snapped over his shoulder: "Hey, give the girl a break; she's had a hard night!"

They all laughed at that.

"Thank you, Massa," she said again to him.

"Oh, don't thank me yet, nessa; we still have one more treat for you."

Her eyes clouded, and she only stared at him dumbly. She had no idea at all what they might have thought up to now.

"What do you think,girl?" Jimmy asked.

She thought and sighed: "I guess, Massa, that since this nigger slut's so pissy dirty, we have to have that hose again."

Jimmy laughed then: "You really don't like that hose, do you, nessa?"

"No, Massa Jimmy," she said, allowing herself to lapse into the dialogue now to keep him or them from getting angry here at what looks like the end. She still had the possibility of that beating in her mind.

"This nessa don't like that hosin'"

Jimmy laughed again: "Then we just won't do it."

Then turning to the others, he said: "Get her, boys; let's go we're ready."

They acted quickly and she had no time to think or react. She was suspended kind of between two of them, and simply borne along with them. They went out back again. Not far from the place where they'd put her earlier in the grass to hose her down was a kind of pit.

It was a dirt pit but periodically, when they had participants, it was filled with water and stirred up to become a mud pit for women's mud wrestling. They took nessa to the edge of the pit. There they set her down.

Nessa looked into the mud pit and realized what was on their mind. She looked around kind of hopefully that maybe they were just kidding.

"May I speak?" she asked.

"Sure,nessa," Jimmy said, "What's on your mind now? I bet you're going to ask for the hose now," he said this last with a kind of cruel smile.

"Sure am, Massa Jimmy, please don't throw nessa into no mud hole."

"Beg," Jimmy said to her. "Get on your hands and knees and beg.

Nessa assumed the position on her hands and knees and began:

"Massa Jimmy, and all you gentlemen, nessa's been a good nigger for you all this night; you showed her, her place; and she thanks you; you asked her to dance and she did. You took off her clothes and she liked it, and she danced naked for you all. Then you all showed this nessa that she's a common nigger whore and you used her that way. And, truth to tell, your nessa just liked that: liked having her pussy, and her mouth and this round black ass used by you fine white gentlemen. Why don't you please just clean this nessa up like you done before? Why don't you use hose this nigger girl down again? You certainly had fun doin' that. I'se beggin' you, Massa Jimmy! I'se jus beggin' here; please don't use your nessa this way."

Jimmy laughed; they all did, and they all clapped for her. She remained there on her hands and knees at the edge of the mud hole. She looked around a bit fearfully. It was almost as if it was one offense too much for her.

Jimmy grinned at her: "Well, done, nessa; well said."

Then he put his boot against the side of nessa's ass and gave her a great shove; he pushed her and she lost her balance and tumred into the mud hole.

She came up sputtering, and coughing, and simply, totally covered with mud.

"Great evening!" Jimmy said, "Nessa, you're lots of fun; now you come on back, you hear?"

They all left then, laughing.

Nessa sat alone in the mud hole. She thought of the way she'd spoken, and what she'd let them do to her, and it simply brought tears to her eyes. At the same time, she knew, she knew deeply, that if she weren't covered with tall this mud, she be playing with her pussy right now.

"Girl," she said to herself, "You're fucked up in the head."

"Yes," came the answer, "But it's so fucking grand, and it's so, so hot."

A voice broke into her thoughts then:

"Come on out of there,"

It was Huck. The cars, and pick ups were all gone. It was as if, when they were finished with her finally, they might have feared some kind of retribution.

"Yes," she said, no longer lapsing into the southern black patois that she'd been using. "Here I come."

She walked out of the mud hole, totally covered with the muck.

"Stand over there," Huck said quietly to her.

She did as she was told, and moved over to stand in the grass spot. He turned the hose on her. She shivered but was happy to have the mud off of her. Eventually he had her all washed off.

He looked at her, when he was done with the hosing. He spoke to her then slowly:

"Come here for a minute."

She looked at the gentle giant of a man ordering her to come toward a tree by the back, and she did as she was told.

"Now turn around and grab a hold of that tree."

She did as she was told again. Then she heard his zipper, and she felt his hands on her ass.

He slapped her cold wet ass.

"Uhhhhh!" the sound exploded from her.

"Marvelous ass!" he said, and he slapped her again.

He kept slapping nessa's ass. She kept grunting with the same kind of explosive sound.

Then she could feel his stiff cock rubbing up and down her ass crack.

"Use the language please," he said almost urgently.

She knew, and so she did: "Yes, Massa Huck; you just go and slap that nigger girl's ass; it what she likes."

"Ohhhhh godddd!" he moaned. "You are so gorgeous!"

He slapped her again and then pushed into her pussy. She grunted now with pleasure to have a man in her pussy again. To maybe help her finish off.

"Ohhhh, yes, Massa!" she wailed, "Fuck this nigger."

Then Huck slipped his cock out of her pussy and stabbed it into her asshole, much more receptive now that she'd been fucked in the ass so much this evening.

It got another grunt from her. He kept slapping her ass as he fucked her.

He gripped her hard finally and came into her asshole. Then he pulled out and walked off. But he came back soon. He had her clothes, and her purse with her car keys and all. He also had a basin of warm water, and towels. He washed her then, her pussy, her asshole, her face and all. He gave her the towels and she dried herself, and dressed.

"Don't know that you do want to come back," Huck said. "But you sure are gorgeous. Hope you're okay."

She got on tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek.

"I am okay," she said, "Thanks, Huck, for taking care of me."

Her car was in the parking lot now. She got to it; it started immediately, and she left.

She was silent for the first part of the ride home. She thought back on it, and the heat of it all thrilled her again: giving in, actually giving in sexually to a road house back room full of red necks. Her pussy ached now as much from the continued longing as from having been used so much.

For a part of her mind, that part that 'nessa' controlled, the offense was delicious: having her head shaved, actually shaved bald; having her pussy shaved; the hosing down, the mud hole, being pissed on. She played with herself now as she drove carefully through the back roads. Her litany continued: letting them strip me as I danced, letting them all fuck my pussy and then letting them all fuck my ass. It was so hot to think of it that she thought she might cum again, while driving the car.

And then it broke. It broke in her as quickly, strangely quickly as it had occurred, when she saw that it was a road house earlier.

She knew she was going to be sick. She pulled over in a deserted lay by and just got out of the car in time to be sick into the bushes. She knew also that the sickness then wasn't really even from all that she'd taken into her mouth during her evening at the road house. She was sick because she was sick about what she'd done.

She allowed herself to live the fantasy, yes. But in the process she'd allowed herself to be degraded, humiliated, used as an natural, spoken to as an natural, and she herself spoke the outrageous patois of a human slave.

She was sick again then, and a few more times after that. When she calmed down from that, she sat in her car and cried for the next half hour. It had almost the ferocity of a crying jag. She just gave in to it. Periodically sobbing the question: "Why?"

She got no answer. She didn't even allow her mind to delve into the darkness and debauchery of that night, of what she'd done, who she'd been, how she'd acted, how she'd spoken.

And she knew that it wasn't the sex either; it was the transformation that she'd allowed, had undergone, from the respected, astute lawyer to a kind of sexual natural, jumping through hoops for the red necks!

She caught herself and her thoughts at that point, and again she cried.

She didn't actually get home until really, really late. By then there was no more emotion, no more passion, no more self hate, actually no more energy for any of those emotional upheavals. She felt only the tiredness, and she showered using extra hot water, and then tumred into bed with no energy for anything else.

The first half of the week was spent in various stages of the same rage. She was an angry woman, and for that time period, an angry lawyer. It was in such moods that she was always at her best. Other tried to stay out of her way. She became efficient, decisive and achieved more than she even normally did.

She was hardly surprised at how angry she had become with herself over 'the road house adventure' as she thought of it. And then, as the week progressed, her actions simply added fuel to the fire.

Every night she retired with her vibrator and relived it. She did the same dirty things again, she used the same impossibly humiliating language again. She spoke to herself in bed using the slave patois and it simply turned her on.

It also led to her spectacular rages during the days. It was almost like a self defeating syndrome for her. The week passed with these titanic mood swings for her.

By the end of the week she was desperate, desperate to recapture some bit of the normal for her life. She realized that life on this edge was too, too exhausting to maintain. She decided to treat herself out to dinner.

She'd make it an occasion for herself. She dressed to attract attention: steep, sling back heels, a white pleated skirt, a white silk blouse that was of a hazy enough material that she could get away with wearing it with no camisole, her panties and bra were lacy and peach colored, and the gloss of her panty hose added a kind of luster to her outfit. She also wore one of the wigs that she'd bought for herself, although she had to admit that for her the 'no hair' look wasn't all that bad.

This, however, was a thought that she just pushed away. She didn't want to think of it at all.

Vanessa remembered a nice country looking place in the north a bit, near where she did the estate work. She decided that she'd go there.

It was late by the time she drove up into the area but then she'd only decided relatively late in the day to go out to dinner. She had thought that she could find it but it wasn't exactly where she'd remembered.

She decided to try one more place where it might be. Finally, she pulled into a parking lot to turn around or at least ask,and she parked. She unbuckled her seat belt and looked up only to get one of the shocks of her life.

She sat now in the parking lot of the road house. It was the same place. Looking over to the left and behind the building a bit she could see the contours of the mud pit.

"Ohhhhhh no!" she wailed to herself, "Ohhhhhhh no! Not again! This is not going to happen again."

She ordered herself to think about it, and relive what had happened, all the offense and degradation of it. Her mind went through that strange and horrible night again.

It was too much for her; she buckled up, and drove away.

She was a bit agitated now and no longer sure of where it might be. She drove around seeing various semi familiar landscapes, always trying to place the restaurant in the vicinity of those spots.

Finally, she knew she must ask, and she pulled into the next available place. She was determined now.

To her absolute unbelief, she realized that she'd driven again into the parking lot of the road house. Not consciously aware that she'd done it. She sat, amazed with herself, and what must be driving her.

She realized that she was shaking as she sat there, and even more frightening, she realized that she was excited, turned on. There were tears in her eyes, and her trembling hand was reaching for the door latch. She tried to stay her hand but her overwhelming excitement was becoming too much for her to control.

"This is how it happens," she said to herself, "How it happened before and now again."

And the thought, maybe even the inevitability of it were turning her on. Her mind lapsed into a kind of 'what will they do to me tonight,' state or a 'what will they make me do tonight,' state.

And then she spoke to herself briefly: "Maybe Massa Jimmy here."

Then the tears were running down her cheeks but she was smiling. At that point, despite her rage this week, despite her towering anger, she knew that she was going in there. It was like a permisterality change for her, and she found herself looking forward to what would happen inside.

She calmly dried her eyes, made sure that her makeup was fresh, and got out, walking toward the entrance.

Huck looked totally surprised to see her. She walked over to where he was at the bar, and, leaning over kissed him quickly.

"Hey, Huck!" she said.

"Well, ain't you one of the wonders of the world, girl. I never expected to see your lovely black face around here again."

"I know," she smiled at him, "But here I am! Are they back there?"

"Not so many of them tonight," he said.

Then he walked over to the door to the private back room and unlocked it, pushing it open. She glanced around, and found him.

Nothing in her make up or understanding was able to make her understand the attraction for Jimmy Tate. The only somewhat compelling thing was that she associated him with her lapsing into that 'Massa Jimmy' talk a week ago, and that seemed to open the flood gates to her eventual total offense.

But he was there, sitting with two other guys at a table takeing. He was there and she went to where he was.

Her appearance in the doorway caused a stir in the back room, where there were only half as many as last week.

(A part of her brain 'pouted' at that fact but she shut the notion down immediately.)

She heard people talking to one another, a bit astonished at her being there again, after all that happened last week. There were also a few outright leers from the group. They were 'leers' of anticipation.

But nessa, it was nessa in charge now or at least present, was concentrating on 'Massa Jimmy' alone. She walked across the room to where he was, crossing the dance floor in the middle; she walked toward him very slowly.

She stood next to him, simply smiling at him. She stood, and stood, and he didn't acknowledge her at all. His table companions, two other guys, glanced at her nervously from time to time but Jimmy Tate said nothing to her at all.

Finally, nessa decided to break the silence:

"Massa Jimmy, yo nessa's here."

He reacted strongly and quickly:

"Shut the fuck up, girl! Can't you see that I'm talking here? Are you stupid? Are you ignorant? Where the fuck are your manners, you black bitch?"

She recoiled as though she'd been slapped. There were tears in her eyes, and she barely suppressed a sob. And she knew that her emotion was mostly because she felt that she had been rude, and nessa wasn't supposed to be rude.

He looked at her and spit out: "Sooo?"

Nessa grabbed for his hand and kiss the back of his hand; she knelt as she did it and she almost wailed:

"Massa Jimmy, I's so sorry; this nigger girl is just the rudest girl alive; I shouldn't ha spoken at all, and my tongue just ran away with me. Massa Jimmy, I's sorry; please don't hate your nessa."

She was all emotion at that point; it was as if Vanessa, the lawyer, was still out in the car, and only nessa the slut was allowed to come in here and behave so outrageously. Her thinking, as she would later acknowledge to herself, was simply in her pussy, that's all.

"Sorry! Sorry! You come around here, bitch, and look at you! Look at you!" Jimmy was shouting now at her.

"Massa?" she said plaintively.

He demanded to know: "Are you wearing a bra? Are you?"

"Yes, Massa Jimmy," She said, "This girl is."

Every time she used the word 'Massa' there was a kind of giggle, a titter that went through the crowd in the back room. They loved this offense game that Jimmy Tate had going with this black lawyer, who seemed to revel in the offense itself.

"Why the fuck are you wearing a bra?" he demanded to know, "Do you know better than to come here looking for me wearing a bra?"

"No, sir," she wailed, "This dumb black girl don't know no better than wear a bra, when she come her looking for her Massa Jimmy; she just pathetic."

And you're wearing pantyhose? Are you fucking really wearing pantyhose?"

Nessa was off balance, she was frightened, and at the same time aroused by Jimmy's outbursts about her clothing.

"Sure enough am wearing those damn pantyhose," she said, tears again in her eyes. "Sure enough am, Massa Jimmy; and I'se really, really sorry to discommode you so."

"Discommode? Discommode?" Jimmy shouted at her, "You flaunt basic rules about how a bitch slut is supposed to dress, no bra, no fucking, never any fucking pantyhose, and all you can say is discommode?"

Then he continued; Jimmy was on a roll and enjoying himself immensely:

"And what in hell's name is that on your head! After we went to all the trouble to improve your cuckolds browniety looks last week by shaving your head, you wear that damn thing!"

Nessa snatched the wig off of her head. She quickly said to Jimmy:

"Here I is for you, Massa Jimmy; bald like you wants me to be. Oh, Massa Jimmy, don't be angry with your nessa; she's just an ignorant nigger girl. Don't you just be angry, please."

"You've done this in front of my friends; so now let me tell you; go to every single table back here; kneel at every table and apologize for wearing that bra, those damn pantyhose and the wig! Do it, girl or get the fuck out of this road house now."

It was a sign of her having given herself over to this experience, of having given in to nessa so completely in this situation, despite her being sick about it last week, and so angry during the week, that she went immediately to the first table in the room.

She knelt; the men at the table were smirking at her.

She said earnestly: "This nessa's sorry, gentlemen, ,that she don't know how to dress proper for her station. She's sorry that she wore this bra; she's sorry that she wore these damn pantyhose, and she's sorry that she hid her bald head, that her Massa and his friends give her, with that wig."

She then insisted on kissing the back of the hand of each of the three men at the table. They were laughing almost uncontrollably by the time she was finished.

She then went to the other table where two more men were sitting, and gave the same speech. She kissed the backs of their hands also.

She turned to go back to where Jimmy was standing.

He barked at her as she made a move to go to him:

"Don't you fucking walk over here to me, girl! Don't you fucking dare!"

"No, sir," she said plaintively, "No, sir, this nessa gonna crawl to where her Massa Jimmy is."

Nessa crawled to him and stayed next to him on her hands and knees waiting for him to decide what to do next.

"Get a chair out on the dance floor," he ordered.

She hastened to do what he wanted her to do. She put the chair on the dance floor.

"Now stay there," he said to her.

She did as she was told.

Jimmy strode over to where she was waiting for him. She looked at him with uncertainty on her face.

"Massa Jimmy?" she said unsure of what was going to happen.

"Black bitch, doesn't know how to dress; I'll have to show her," he said vehemently, as he went to where she was.

Nessa was trembling by the time that Jimmy got to her. He loomed over her and suddenly had a knife in his hand.

"Massa Jimmy," she complained in a whiney voice------even using the voice almost made her sick on the spot, but she was caught in this, this nessa thing and she couldn't seem to find her way out.

"Massa Jimmy, don't you go doin' nothing foolish with that knife," she said with as much authority as she could muster.

"Shut up and raise your skirt!" he shouted at her.

It seemed to push her right back into nessa completely. She did as she was told; she raised her skirt, showing the entire room her peach colored panties through her pantyhose.

There were some whistles, and a few cries of 'make her take it off', and 'strip the black bitch!'

Jimmy flicked the knife and cut through the waistband of the pantyhose. Nessa gasped.

Jimmy laughed at her: "You hold your breath now, bitch, or I'll cut your bald, black pussy right off; you hold your breath."

"I'se doin' it, Massa Jimmy," Nessa said near tears now.

Jimmy, meanwhile, continued to slash at her pantyhose. Soon they were hanging around her hips in tatters. Jimmy stepped back then and shouted at her.

"Get them off; get those fuckin' things off, and don't you ever wear them over here again! Do you fuckin' understand me, you black cunt?"

Nessa hurried to take off the remnant of the tattered pantyhose. She was frightened of his anger, and simply trying to mollify him now. The thought of just leaving didn't even cross her mind.

She got the pantyhose off of one leg, and foot and then danced around to get them off of the other. Her dancing that way caused the crowd of men to laugh at her, and clap.

When she was done with this little dance, nessa threw the pantyhose off to the side, and looked over at Jimmy. He still stood there with his knife out.

"Massa Jimmy," she asked in an almost begging tone of voice, "What you gonna do now wid that?"

"Come here, pig!" he ordered.

"Yes, suh," she intoned for him. "This nessa yo pig, please don't you go hurting this gal o' yours now, please, suh!"

"Just come here, you black cunt, or I'll take my belt off to you."

She hustled over to him. He reached out with the knife, and she flinched, as he plunged his hand inside of her blouse.

"Don't you move, cunt," he snarled at her, "Or I'll cut off a brown nipple and make you eat it."

"No, Massa Jimmy, dis girl ain't movin' or nuttin'," she said.

Her lapse into the patois that turned him on, and served to remind herself of how far into this offense scene she had sunk, was now rich and thick. It made him grin.

"You just be a good girl, nessa," he said, as he snipped one of her bra straps with his knife.

"Gonna," she said, shivering a bit, "Just gonna!"

He snipped the other bra strap, and then moved the knife point around

"Can you feel that against your nipple, my little black pig?"

"Yes suh, I can," she said in a frightened voice.

"Then tell me, girl;" he said now smiling a cruel smile, "Is that what you are? A black pig? Tell me."

"Yes, Massa Jimmy," she said quickly, "Dis nessa is a black pig for sure; dat's all she is a black pig."

"Then I'll make a deal with you, nessa," Jimmy said, "You go and crawl to every table where my friends are sitting and make your piggy noises; you go and grunt and oink like the pig that you are, and I won't use the knife on your nipple."

"Yes, suh, Massa Jimmy," she said and she was already on her knees crawling and 'oinking' in her throat as she went.

She made the pig noises at every table, saying at each one that she, nessa, was nothing but a black pig, and Massa Jimmy was so good to her.

Then she was back to where he stood again.

"Let's finish this then," he said and reached into her blouse again with the knife. This time he snicked and came out with the bra itself.

"Let those big black titties just swing free," he said throwing the bra onto the pile with her panty hose.

"Yes, Massa Jimmy," she said earnestly, "They wants to do that, those black titties, they wants to swing free,and your nessa thanks you for doing that for them titties."

Then Jimmy went to sit in the chair on the dance floor.

He stared at nessa and said to her: "Now come here, girl, and get yourself over my knees; I'm going to teach you to dress correctly."

Nessa was a welter of both fear and lust at that point. It was here on the edge of this kind of dirty living that she felt most alive. She hated that; it made her sick, and likely she would be sick again about it later but the offense, and all of it simply lent to the reality of what was happening right then. She just didn't seem to hate it enough to do anything about it at the moment. It would certainly turn her into an angry almost mad woman during the following week. But for right now it was only nessa and all these men.

"Walk, Massa?" she asked gently.

"Of course you don't walk!" he thundered at her.

She got onto her hands and knees, to the great delight of the guys in the back room; she crawled to where Jimmy was waiting for her. Every time she crawled, she showed her panty covered ass to the guys in the room. They were getting off on the continuous sight, and the way that Jimmy was treating her.

When she got there, he impatiently grabbed her by the ear and pulled. She scramred to the position then, placing herself over his lap.

Jimmy flipped her skirt up to her waist and started to spank nessa's ass.

"Like that? Huh?" he shouted, "Like that, bitch? Where's the high toned fuckin' lawyer now? Getting your ass beat! Like that? Huh? Like that, pig?"

"Yessa," she said in a strangled voice, "Dis nigger girl likes it, when Massa Jimmy spanks her black ass! She likes it jes fine!"

"Hah!" Jimmy exploded and spanked her harder. He shifted from working on one ass cheek to the other. The blows were loud and delivered with a kind of fury.

Nessa reacted by continuously sobbing and grunting with the landing of the blows.

Her voice wailed with a constant: "Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh!"

Then she said a strangled: "Please, please, pleease, Massa Jimmy!"

"Don't you, pig," he spouted at her, "Don't you dare or I'll take the hide off of you. Right off of you."

She lapsed into silence.

Finally, he just dumped her onto the floor, where she lay sobbing.

"Now get up!" he exploded at her.

She scramred to her feet and said: "Thank you, Massa Jimmy, for showin' dis girl where she went wrong and for spankin' her black ass."

"Now go to every table and wait on them," he said calming down a bit. "See what they need from the bar, and go fetch it."

Nessa moved to go to the first table but she stopped, when Jimmy told her to 'hold it.'

"You are so clumsy that you'll just spill everything and make a mess; take off your blouse and skirt, and then you can serve the guys."

Everyone cheered at the suggestion.

Nessa, really afraid of Jimmy's mood by now, and the continuous stream of novelties that he was coming up with, hurried to dispose of her blouse and then her skirt. It reduced her to only wearing her peach colored bikinis and heels.

"Now, shake your ass, and get what the guys want, waitress."

Nessa hustled to the first table and took their order. She allowed the men at the table to pummel her tits as she stood and took the order. The same scene was played out at every table. Then nessa scurried from the room out to the end of the bar, where Huck stood waiting. He didn't look pleased.

She told him what takes that they needed, and he gave them to her but his face looked like a thunder storm.

Nessa caused a great sensation to the people in the bar, when she hurried in wearing only panties and heels. There were a few whistled, some cat calls. The explanation that she was the 'entertainment' in the back room, went around. In a corner of the room, one woman, with a huge look of surprise on her face, took out her phone and took a number of pictures of nessa, as she paraded into the bar from the back room almost naked. She didn't say a word to her companion; she merely closed the phone, when nessa went back into the back room.

Nessa delivered the takes that she'd gotten from the bar. She turned then to Jimmy to see if he had anything else that she was supposed to do. She realized that all of the offense and roughness from Jimmy was making her extremely wet,and extremely horny.

"So, slut," Jimmy addressed her, "Tell me, do you want to get laid?"

Nessa shook her head 'yes' quickly. "Yes, Massa Jimmy, dis girl wants to get fucked."

"We can probably do that," he said smiling kind of benignly. "Do you care if we fuck your face or your cunt or your asshole?"

"No, suh;" she said, "Nessa gonna take what Massa Jimmy give her."

"I guess that's true," he said, the smile turning evil now. "So, lift your head, and open your mouth."

Nessa did as she was told. She was staring at Jimmy, when he spit into her mouth. She groaned in her throat.

It seemed that every time that the issues were pushed in a new direction, nessa's turn on increased. Jimmy spitting into her mouth affected her as strongly as being tied up and pissed on did the previous week.

"Did you like that, blackie?" he wanted to know.

"Yes, suh," she said quickly, trying to keep him from any kind of temper, "Dis nigger likes what you do to her, sure does."

"Well here's some more then," he said now, "A kind of tip for hustling the takes."

As he said that, Jimmy spit into her mouth. She simply looked at him and kept her mouth open.

Jimmy waved his hand and all the guys in the back room gathered around. They all began to spit on Nessa. In no time she was covered with their slimy spit. Some aimed for her mouth but some simply spit on her tits or at her ass or her thighs. Nessa was a mess in no time.

They finished and Jimmy said to her: "What do you say now?"

Nessa was sobbing as she rasped out a "Thank you, gentlemen; dis girl's grateful."

"But I know that our little pig wants to be fucked; so we're going to do that," Jimmy said.

"Thank you, Massa Jimmy," nessa said carefully.

"But first," Jimmy was grinning now, "Just a little wash up."

"Ohhhhhhh!" nessa squealed as she was powerd to go outside. They had her kneel in the familiar spot and then Jimmy turned the cold water hose on her. It ran across her bald head and down past her face and her tits. He moved the hose around and got every part of her. He hosed her off completely. He told her to bend her head to the ground,and she did. Jimmy played the cold water hose across the cheeks of her ass. He demanded that she open her ass cheeks for him, She did that, and he trained the hose on her ass crack and asshole.

They guys were laughing at the hosing down of the 'whore'.

She ended up shivering, and her panties were truly transparent now.

"Stand up now, pig!" Jimmy said.

Nessa clambered to her feet, and stood there.

"Shake off, fido," Jimmy said.

She shook herself like a dog; it set her tits bouncing back and forth, and gave the guys more to laugh at.

"Now inside," Jimmy said.

She went ahead of them into the back room.

They sat at the tables, and Jimmy told her to come and kneel where he was.

"Now you just go ahead and thank me for that shower, girl!" he said to her.

"Thank you, Massa Jimmy," she said, kneeling next to him, 'I'se grateful, this girl is grateful to you for using her this way and giving her a lovely shower."

"Grateful?" he asked, "Really?"

"Yes, suh," she said, "This nessa is grateful."

"Good" he said to her, "Then show me. Get your bald, black head down there and lick my boots.

Nessa sighed but she bent her head to his boots. She had totally lost Vanessa by now; whatever demon was pushing her into this humiliating display, and causing her to like it, to get off on it, to get really horny because of it, was certainly in charge.

Now nessa bent and sticking out her tongue began to run it all along Jimmy's dirty boots. The guys gathered around to watch her, as she licked the boots all over. Someone nudged her in the panty covered ass with his foot but she kept at her task. Then she moved over to the other boot and licked it clean.

She sat up on her heels, when she was done.

"Now take the boots off, and do my toes!" was Jimmy's next order.

He was really enjoying himself with this woman. He didn't know why she did all this but he loved it.

Nessa grasped his left boot and pulled it off. Then she peeled his sock down and off. She lifted her eyes to look at him as she first licked his toes, and then, one by one, took them into her mouth and sucked on them.

"Love the way she sucks!" one of the guys said, who hadn't been there the week previous.

"Wait until it's your cock she's sucking!" came voices then.

"Soon, I hope!" was his answer.

"Soon as she gets done with my toes," Jimmy said, "The we take her out and fuck her good."

Nessa continued her job. She went from toe to toe and from foot to foot. She licked around the toes and in between the toes. She treated the big toes as though they were cocks and sucked on them.

"Fuckin' whore!" Jimmy said.

Nessa just looked up at him as she performed for him. She hoped somehow that she was placating him. It's what her own descent into this humility called for. There was that need to give in to the worst that was somewhere near the core of her sexual longing, her sexual presentation. She rarely thought much about it, when she got so far into nessa as she had this night.

Finally, in a burst of cruelty, he simply placed his bare foot in between her tits and sent her sprawling on the floor. She stayed there and waited for him.

Over his shoulder he said: "Get me the shreds of those pantyhose."

Then to nessa he said: "Okay, bitch, panties off and give them to Massa Jimmy."

"Yes, suh, Massa Jimmy;" she said loudly, "Dis nessa one good girl; she do what you tell her; she always do what you tell her."

Jimmy laughed: "Then, nessa girl, we're going to give you a night to remember."

"Yes, suh, Massa Jimmy, and dis nigger thanks you for that; she sure do."

Jimmy was grinning as they gave him the shreds of the pantyhose; nessa was smiling but nervous.

It was just then that something, some little voice, some still lingering shred of dignity, something snapped in nessa. She looked around, go up and started to walk toward the door. She didn't take time to grab her clothes just her purse.

"No," she said, "just no."

Jimmy was on her in a second.

"Where the fuck are you going, blackie?" he bellowed.

He slapped nessa's face and actually knocked her down. With her lying on the floor in that back room, he reached down and slapped her face again.

It jolted nessa and sent her tumbling back into the dirty and darkness of this sexual obsession of hers.

"Nowheres, Massa Jimmy," she said, crying now, "I'se goin' nowheres; I's been good; why you use me that way."

"I'll use you any fucking way that I please," he shouted, towering over her.

Huck stuck his head in the door at that moment. He observed the scene with a scowl on his face and said with quiet authority:

"Hey, keep it down or take it outside."

Jimmy spit back at him quickly: "Don't worry, Huck, we're going to take it outside."

Huck watched for another minute or so, and went back to the bar.

Jimmy snarled at nessa, "Get up and put your hands behind your back, bitch,"

Nessa now scramred to do what she was told. It's what she did in this place: what she was told. Her vain attempt to reassert some logic and sanity briefly in her life was fleeting. She was just back in the pit of her presentation and lust now.

Jimmy proceeded to tie her hands together with strips of her torn panty hose. He laughed as he was doing it.

"Try to run away from us, will you; we'll fucking show you. Open your fucking mouth."

When nessa did as she was told, Jimmy shoved her panties, still wet, especially at the crotch, into her mouth and tied another strip of her pantyhose around her head to fasten them in place.

"Now this," he said as he took another strip of the panty hose and tied her ankles together. He knelt behind her to do the ankle tying. When he was finished, he reached out, grinning, and bit her in the ass hard.

The guys cheered, and Jimmy beamed, as nessa squealed into her panty gag.

He went around in front of her and grabbed her by the chin to direct her attention at him, as he spoke:

"I'll tell you what, girl; tell you what, Ms. High and mighty lawyer lady, Ms. High and mighty lawyer whose holes are ours to use as we please tonight; you've earned yourself a beating and that's what we're going to give you. We're going to take your black ass to a clearing near here and we're going to fuck you in every hole and then we're going to beat the cuckolds brownie out of you. And then, just for your evening pleasure, you know how we'll end our party? Do you? Huh, do you?"

He was spitting the words into her face, as he said it.

The frightened naked, black woman just shook her head 'no' to his insistent question.

Jimmy cackled as he spit out the words: "We're going to tar and feather your nigger ass!"

The other men were laughing now and clapping, as they gathered around the shaking naked black woman in their midst.

Then they grabbed her and hauled her bodily out the back door. They deposited her in a pickup truck, in the back, and the group of them, about 8 in all left in a hail of dust. The pickup trucks followed one another down a dirt road near the road house.

The got to the clearing and made a ring of the pickups. Shining lights that they had, and leaving the head lights on, they illuminated the clearing. Then they brought the hapless nessa out from the back of Jimmy's truck. She was shaking now. She was almost totally overwhelmed by a combination of fear of what they were about to do, and absolute lust for the process.

They brought her quivering, naked form to the center of the circle of lights. They tied her in place there. Her hands were tied to trees to the left and right in front of her. Then her ankles were tied to trees to the left and right behind her. They positioned nessa so that she was tied bent over at the waist with her upper body at a kind of 45 degree angle.

She tried to look around to see what was happening but the were behind her, and she couldn't. She drooled from the mouth enough that the drool went down her chin, past the panties that gagged her mouth.

She lurched, and shrieked into the panties in her mouth as Jimmy landed the first blow from his belt on her unprotected, jutting ass. He was snarling as he hit her. The belt fell time after time. Each time a welt was raised; each time nessa jumped and shrieked into her gag. Each time the guys laughed.

Then Jimmy was joined by the other guys. They' gotten their own belts off or broke off rods from the trees and simply wailed at the helpless black lawyer in their clutches.

Nessa now was past screaming. She was simply sunk into the heat of the beating, and as it continued, she found it creeping up into her consciousness and taking hold of her. She was now deeply into one of the worst of her fantasies, and to make it worse, while the hail of blows from the belts and sticks were raining down on her naked body, gleaming from sweat, she came thunderously!

She jerked, she writhed, she shook and her orgasm was an explosion.

One of the guys, in absolute astonishment, said: "Look, fuckin' gal is getting off on this."

It was too much for the men. The belts and sticks were forgotten. Jimmy was the first one to pony up and had his stiff cock shoved into nessa's pussy with no preliminary touching at all. Nessa grunted as she received his cock.

Someone scuttled around to her head, with his stiff cock flapping outside of his fly; he ripped the sodden panties from her mouth, grabbed her by the ears, and planted his prick in her gasping mouth.

Nessa took it and began to suck as if her life depended on it. She had his cum in her mouth and on her face in no time. The line began then and they kept taking turns with her. She had, at all times, for the next half hour or so, a cock in her mouth and one in her pussy.

She came two more times, as she serviced the takesen lot of them. They were in fact takes enough that they weren't up to much more than one toss apiece at her mouth and pussy.

Then Jimmy was back. She shoved his soft cock toward her open, and willing mouth, and he spoke to her, directly into her face:

"Feel the heat on your ass, cunt? Feel it? Huh, feel it?"

She had a cock in her mouth so that all that she could do is shake her head 'yes.'

"That's the tar heating up for our finale; you'll love it! We'll pour the hot tar over your shaved black head, and let it run down over your nigger titties and coat that pussy of yours."

Nessa looked at Jimmy with despair, as he came once again in her mouth.

Then he leered at her and said: "It's time, nessa; it's time for the grand finale."

Then, right then there was an explosion. It startled everyone into silence.

An enraged voice broke the silence: "Jimmy Tate, you stupid, stupid fucker, what the fuck do you think you're doing?"

It was Huck, and he was angry and he was armed. He walked into the clearing carrying a pump shotgun that he'd just used to get their attention.

They were all afraid of Huck. He never had trouble at the bar. He was quiet, and mild mannered unless, like now, he was riled. He had a war record to be proud of, and was just a big, big man. He was always specially gentle with nessa.

"Now, Huck, you just stay out of this," Jimmy said nervously, and placatingly. "We're just having a little fun."

"Fun, you brain dead natural, is that poor woman tied up over there having fun too?" Huck shot back at him.

Nessa just sagged against the ropes, done in by all of the fucking and cock sucking that had just gone on.

Huck strode up to Jimmy now; no one else moved a muscle. Huck pushed the barrel of the shotgun directly against Jimmy's crotch. Jimmy went white as a ghost.

"Untie her!" Huck yelled. "She's cooperated with you, far beyond what was fucking necessary, and you've been mean as a snake to her all the while. But this last little bit of cuckolds brownie is one crazy fucking idea too much even for you."

Then Huck prodded Jimmy's privates with the barrel of the shotgun, making Jimmy jump.

"YOU ARE NOT GOING TO TAR AND FEATHER THAT WOMAN!" Huck yelled at Jimmy.

Jimmy didn't move. Huck pumped a shell into the shotgun's chamber, and Jimmy got whiter.

"Untie her now, damn it!" Huck yelled over his shoulder, and a couple of the guys moved quickly to do just that. They untied nessa, and let her slump to her knees on the ground.

"Now get the fuck out of here before I get really, really mad."

The guys started to file out of the clearing. Trucks motors were turned on, and began to leave.

Huck just stood there, and Jimmy, holding up a placating hand, said quietly to the big man:

"Sorry, Huck, we was just having some fun and it got out of hand, kind of."

Huck shot back at him: "Yes, it did that. Good night, Jimmy."

Jimmy left without another word, or a glance back at Huck.

When they'd all gone, Huck went to his suburban and pulled out a blanket. He walked over to where nessa was still slumped on the ground on her knees. She was still naked.

"Here, little lady," Huck said, "Let's get you out of here. I got your purse, and clothes from the bar; at least those of them that were still good."

Huck wrapped a blanket around nessa and carried her to the suburban. It seemed no effort for him at all. As they went, nessa just leaned her head against Huck's chest. Huck opened the back door of the suburban and put nessa in on the seat, where he had her simply lie down.

She sighed a deep sigh and just rested as he started the suburban and took her to his place.

They were about a mile from the clearing, when nessa started to clamor for Huck:

"Huck, Huck," she cried out, "Gonna be sick, Huck."

Huck pulled over and stopped. He got her out of the back seat, still wrapped in the blanket and held onto her while she got sick several times.

Between bouts of the sickness, she stammered out:

"Hate that; hate doing that; hate being that way; hate it, Huck."

"You just go ahead now and do what you need to; you're fine now," he said to her soothingly.

Finally, she said to him: "Finished now."

He picked her up again and took her to the car. He reached for a bottle of water and gave it to her to rinse her mouth and take.

"Thank you, sweetie," she managed then.

Huck took nessa to his house. She made no protest. He carried her into the house, and then fetched her purse and skirt, blouse and panties. The pantyhose and bra were ruined totally.

He took her to a bathroom on the first floor of his house, and left. She settled herself to use the bathroom and then wash her face.

Soon enough Huck knocked on the door, she called him in. He came in and asked if she was done there. She indicated that she was. He then took her, again in his arms, up the stairs and too her to the master bathroom. He had the tub already full, and the surface of it covered with bubbly soap.

"Oh, Huck!" nessa said, a little overwhelmed.

"Here give me this," he said taking the blanket. He looked at her nakedness but still acted in a very gentle way with her.

She settled with a sigh into the tub, and he went to the door.

Huck turned to her and said: "Would you like a take? Glass of wine? Anything?"

"No, thank you, Huck," she answered, "You are so kind to take care of me."

At the door then, he turned once more to her. She smiled at him as he stood there. He said quietly:

"I'm really sorry for taking advantage of you last week, after I hosed the mud off. That was wrong, and making you use that damn kind of language was wrong. It was surely a poor thing for me to do."

She said to him: "Please, Huck, don't worry about that."

But he'd already turned and, looking chagrined, walked out leaving her alone in the bathroom.

Nessa had finally soaked all the dirt off of her body but still struggled with the dirt in her mind. Huck left her alone, and she simply cried, just like she'd done last week. She cried her eyes raw and red, she cried her throat hoarse, she cried for the way she let these things happen, and she cried for the fact that, while they were happening, she found them so exciting. She cried a long time but was too tired now ever for making promises to herself about what she would or would not do in the future.

She ran down finally, and ran out of tears, and things to cry about, and things to recriminate herself about. There was a soft knock on the door.

"Come in, Huck," she said.

He brought with him a huge shirt of his for her, and her skirt.

"Your blouse isn't in good shape just now," he said, "These will do alright for now. I have a place for you to lie down until you feel better."

"Huck, you are so kind," she said.

He smiled and left the room, telling her that he'd let her dress. He also had brought her panties, which he'd washed by hand and had in fact dried for her. It caused her to smile genuinely for the first time that evening.

She opened the door, when she was finally finished and dressed. He was waiting for her.

"That feels so much better," she said. Then she looked at him and continued: "Huck, I owe you an apology for acting out my demon in your place; for coming there and acting the slut. It served me right to be used that way; it really does."

"No," he said vehemently, "They ought to know how to treat a lady better than that is all. Sure you can go and play games with them;have some sexual fun with them but there's no need for that nasty stuff, no need at all."

Then he indicated to her that she could lie down on the bed in the master room, and that he'd lie down on a bed in the spare room. Nessa was simply too tired to argue with him. She lay dow on the bed dressed in her skirt and his shirt. He put a blanket over her, and went across the hall to the other room.

She woke some hours later; it was fully dark, and early in the morning now. Nessa was by now actually feeling a little human. She ran a hand over her face, when she thought of it all. She went over all of it in her mind, and was determined not to be sick again. She'd give it some time this week to be sorted out. But there was one thing that she needed to do.

The big man was lying on the bed, where he'd tumred still dressed. He was suddenly aroused by a movement. He woke up quickly and began to raise up but a hand on his chest restrained him. She was standing next to the bed,the lovely black lawyer. And she was naked now. Cleaned up, shining clean but also naked. He started to say something but she put a finger on his lips to silence him.

She undressed him; she did it slowly and carefully. She was now completely turned on for a totally different reamister than earlier in the evening. Her nipples were hard, as her breasts swayed in front of him. She struggled to get his shirt off. Then she moved down his body and removed his socks. Next she got his belt open and pulled his pants down, taking his underwear also.

She leaned on him then, brushing those stiff nipples against his own nipples.

"Now we're even here, Huck," she said.

"My god you're something," was all that Huck could manage.

And then she crept in beside him, rubbing her nakedness against his skin. He was erect in no time.

She looked up into his face, intense now with the pleasure of it. She grinned from ear to ear as she whispered to him: "Massa Huck, here I come!"

She giggled after that, and he said: "No, don't' . . .you don't need to . . ."

But she was already kissing him, and he realized that she was playing with him, using that language, only playing with him.

Then she spoke again: "Huck, you are my knight in shining armor; you come my rescue. I really need to go home but first this; first for us."

She began with his lips and his mouth but then she travelled down the length of his body, making important stops along the way. He was left to lie there and be loved.

She wreathed his nipples with her tongue and her mouth, sucking on them. Then she slid off to the side and lapped her tongue up and down the length of his armpits. She crooned to him as she did it.

He writhed on the bed, when she put her tongue into his belly button, and writhed even more, when she kissed, then bit his hip bones.

Finally, she found his erect cock and took it in her hand. She pushed it up, looking at it, and licked the underside of it, the entire length of it, with her tongue. She ended up with his balls and took them into her mouth to lick them and suck on them.

Then she had his cock in her mouth. She pushed her head down until she gagged a little but breathed in and went down a bit farther. She drooled on his belly, and when her head came up off of his cock, she just grinned at him.

Huck was transported. He felt her slide down to the foot of the bed, and begin to suck on his toes, one by one. She sucked on his big toes and looked up at him with a grin on her face.

"Here I come, Huck!" she said clearly this time. "Here I come!"

She went up to him and nestled herself down on his prick, still crooning to him as she did it. It was then that he moved, so that she was under him and he loomed above her, moving his hips in time with hers.

For nessa, he was the bright spot. She went, after they'd made love and did all the sexual things that they'd wanted to do. She didn't say 'no' to anything but he wasn't demanding, so that she needed to take some initiative too.

He followed her in his suburban to make sure that she got out of the area okay.

As she drove home, she reflected.

"He was the bright spot," she thought, "but now I need to go and wrestle with the demon. I do, I just do."

As was her usual pattern, Vanessa poured her disappointment, and her almost savage disgust with herself, into her job, especially in the early part of the following week. She had 'conversations'' with herself about what had happened for a second weekend at the road house, and she was never very easy on herself.

Those outings, which she recalled in detail whenever she thought of them, were the continual topic of her musings with herself, and her equally continual self lectures about 'straightening up' and not repeating such disgusting behavior.

It gave her a pretty grim outlook but made her extra efficient on the job. She got tons of work done; she was reliable, although not very approachable.

It was noticed around her that her attitude was more dour that usual, and her attention to work and details more stringent than usual but that was pretty much written off to who she was, and the way she normally was.

She spent the early part of the week that way, and she was continuously furious with herself. It wasn't an inner dialogue that went along in an easy fashion. She kept, in her mind, going back to the events of those two nights at the road house. She kept going back to being stripped, and made to dance, and hosed down, and spit on, and spanked, and made to suck their cocks and being pissed on, and being fucked in the pussy and in the ass. She paraded those mental pictures through her senses constantly.

Her process was not a simple process of hating what she had done, and allowed to be done to herself. Not a simple process of the way she had talked or had allowed herself to feel while she was talking that way. That was one of the most shocking things of all for her: that she had allowed herself to use the black patois to begin with, and that she lapsed into it so quickly and completely in the presence of a middle aged man with such a streak of cruelty in him.

It drove her to anger because whenever her mind wandered in that direction, and the pictures were live and brightly colored for her, she could feel the wetness in her pussy claiming her again. She could feel the heat between her thighs, and the stiffening of her nipples, and she wanted to take the wig off to just be the bald 'nigger' bitch again.

The temptation was so profound that it kept her in a state of near arousal the whole time, during the beginning of the week. It was also this constant or near constant arousal that she raged at with periodic precision. She was torn and part of her loved being torn.

Nessa cooed to Dacy as she continued the rubbing, now letting one of those rubbing hands reach around to Dacy's fine big ass:

"Feels so nice, Miz Dacy's pussy, Miz Dacy's ass feel right nice to this black girl; feels so nice. Can I undo this, Miz Dacy?"

Dacy said a soft: "Yes, girl, you can go ahead."

Nessa proceeded to find the zipper on Dacy's skirt and lower the skirt down and off of her.

Nessa bent her head to the floor to take the skirt. She reached over and put the skirt on a chair, and returned her head to the floor. Now she began to run her tongue along the side of Dacy's shoe, first one and then the other. She took Dacy's foot in her hand and licked the bottom of Dacy's shoes too.

"Gots ta do my lady," Nessa cooed, "Gots to do her jes' fine."

"Oh, nessa," Dacy cooed as nessa's tongue now worked its way up Dacy's legs to Dacy's panties. The tongue reached the crotch of Dacy's panties and began to flick against the pussy hairs that were just barely hidden by the white nylon material. Dacy spread her legs a bit to give nessa more room for her licking.

Nessa reached up and with her hand moved one of the leg bands of Dacy's panties, so that she could insert her tongue into Dacy's pussy, licking pussy lips and pussy hair as she went.

Dacy was moaning and bucking her hips now against nessa's face, and holding her by the back of the head.

She didn't know later if it was a conscious thought that occurred to her or just an impulse, but as Dacy now knelt to get nessa in the position that she needed her in, she said to her, as nessa was about to speak again:

"Now you hush, you just hush with that kind of talk; there's no need here, no need now, no need between you and me."

Dacy had whispered this into nessa's ear, and nessa just laid her head against Dacy's thigh, as Dacy removed her suit jacket, blouse and bra. Then Dacy was ready for nessa. She took hold of her and stretched out on the floor with her.

There were tears in nessa's eyes then but Dacy swooped down to kiss them away. She kissed each wet cheek and then moved nessa into position so that nessa's face was looking up between Dacy's thighs and Dacy had her head nestled in the crotch of nessa's pretty panties. Dacy held her hips in place but yielded to the pressure of nessa's hands on her panty covered ass to bring her pussy, panty covered still, into contact with her mouth. Nessa let out a sigh as she felt the wetness of Dacy's lips through the front and crotch of her own panties. They lay there and made wet sounds for many minutes before they struggled, with difficulty, out of their panties and resumed the position.

Both had wet thighs from their mutual licking and slurping. Dacy moved first from the position; she took hold of nessa's hips and moved her so that she was lying with her front to the floor. Dacy crawled inside of nessa's legs and began to lick the crack of her ass. Nessa moaned, as Dacy continued to lick her ass crack. Dacy reached over just a little and bit nessa on the ass. Nessa 'eeked' and then Dacy bit the other ass cheek getting another 'eek' from nessa.

The two of the rolled again,and once again they were face to crotch with each other. This time they settled in seriously to eat each other. Both buried their lips and tongue in the pussy of the other. Both sought out the other's clit and began to suck on it.

As they neared their climax, Dacy moved her fingers and deftly slid a finger up into nessa's asshole. Nessa was loving it. The younger woman was dominating her and leading her to a marvelous climax. In the process, and with Dacy's encouragement, nessa had simply slipped away from the degrading permisterification that she'd displayed so completely at the road house and had slipped into earlier with Dacy.

Nessa came first from the combination of the pressure on her wet clit from Dacy's tongue, and the fiddling of Dacy's fingers in her asshole. Nessa bucked, and wheezed and came in a huff of breathing and panting.

She didn't move though but redoured her own efforts to bring Dacy to an orgasm. She continuously licked first one side of the inside of Dacy's pussy lips, and then the other. After she'd made each journey up and down both sides of the pussy lips, she would concentrate her lips and her tongue on Dacy's clit and then slide her tongue into Dacy's pussy depths as far as the tongue would go. She continued this process, while holding onto Dacy marvelous ass cheeks to keep her in place.

Finally, Dacy spun out of control and began to spend her wetness down her pussy and into nessa's working mouth.

"God, woman, you do that well," Dacy said. "You must have practiced."

Nessa smiled: "Not much, babe, but a woman knows what she likes and likes to give that kind of lovin' in return. And besides, we do it better than men."

Dacy laughed, as she scooted over to where nessa was lying and took nessa into her arms. Nessa rested her head on Dacy's large tits, simply contented.

Nessa looked up into Dacy's face and said with an almost innocent voice: "I hope this doesn't mean that we have to give up fucking men?"

Dacy laughed and laughed. "Gee, I hope not also. As a matter of fact to truly celebrate my laws and this new 'friendship' of ours, I think we aught to plan to go get laid."

"I think we should shower first," nessa said, causing them both to laugh.

They went hand in hand to the shower, soaping each other, kissing intermittently, soaping again and then kissing again. They toweled each other off, when they were through.

Nessa said to Dacy: "Come on, I'm taking you to dinner to celebrate."

Dacy grinned: "Celebrate what?"

"Well, all of it, I'd say," nessa answered.

Then she turned serious for a moment and said to Dacy:

"I really want to thank you for bringing me 'down' you know, like 'bringing me back' in the middle of our rolling around. I get so lost in that cuckolds brownie, and afterward it makes me so sick."

"Well then we'll keep an eye on it to make sure it doesn't get out of hand; or at least doesn't get out of hand often."

They both smiled at that. Then they dressed and then went out to dinner.

By the time nessa got home she was really tired. She knew that the next day was a slow day for her. She was up and out in the morning early, since she had some stops to make on the way to work.

She hadn't been in her office long before there was a knock on the door. She called out that it was open, and Dacy came into the room.

"Hey there," nessa said.

"Hey yourself," Dacy said, and she went toward the desk where nessa was.

Nessa didn't need much more encouragement. She got up from her desk and went to where Dacy was waiting. She went directly into Dacy arms and kissed her. They lingered into the kiss for a number of minutes.

"Dacy then whispered to nessa: "Remember today's the day that we're going to get laid."

Nessa giggled at that.

Dacy continued: "Maybe we should go out to the mall and let some young guys pick us up."

Nessa's eyes glowed, and she said: "Sounds like a not half bad idea."

"Oh, by the way," nessa continued, "I have a gift for you."

"Ohhhhh," Dacy enthused, "I love gifts."

Nessa presented Dacy with a new phone. "Congratulations," nessa said then.

They embraced and Dacy simply held on to her.

"Oh, one more thing," nessa said, "Here this is also a gift."

She held out a manilla envelope to Dacy.

Dacy stared at her, and said: "You didn't!"

Nessa grinned and said: "I did."

Dacy tore into the envelope and revealed inside the 12 pictures of Nessa in her panties, and heels coming out of the back room of the road house.

"This is wonderful," Dacy said.

"Oh, I expect to take pictures of you next," Nessa grinned.

"What a lovely idea," Dacy concluded.

Then she hugged nessa one more time. "Today after work at the mall?" she enquired.

"Exactly," nessa said, "We need to get laid."

The end.

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The New Boss


Everyone was sorry Harding was leaving. He had been our office manager since before I started there three years ago, and a kinder, more understanding man one would be scarcely able to imagine. Although our particular unit was never at the top of the list as far as productivity was concerned, we did exceed all others in employee satisfaction. Attendance was exemplary, people who worked here simply did not call out very often. And why should they? We were one happy bunch, people actually looked forward to coming to work.

So, it was with some trepidation that we waited to learn who our new boss would be. Would he, or she, be as easy going, as laid back as Harding? Tough to do, to be sure, but even if his replacement was half as nice, it would be ok.

"So, any of you guys find out who we're getting?" It was Lola, who answered the phones and directed calls. Lola was especially nervous, as she was, well, lets be kind and say she was often a wee bit slow on the uptake. She was the one who always had to have to jokes explained to her afterwards. Nice woman, just not the sharpest knife in the drawer. Only a boss like Harding would have the patience to deal with her, and she knew it.

"I don't know, haven't heard anything yet." I told her. "But I hear that we might find out this afternoon."

"Oh God, Carla, what if he's a toughy, like that Baxter over in receivable?" She twisted the bottom of her blouse, the way she did when nervous. Poor Lola was obviously a wreck, probably imagining she'd get fired straight away, and she needed this job desperately. Baxter was known to be a real hard-ass, and fired people for the slightest infractions. Baxter's unit was definitely not the happy place ours was. Oh Lord, I thought, spare us another Baxter!

"Don't worry, Lola, I'm sure it will all be fine." I lied, because I wasn't at all sure it would be. "Hey Derek, why don't you take Lola over to the cafeteria and get her a coffee." I glanced at Lola, fiddling with the blouse bottom, looking like someone facing impending execution. "And, make it a decaf, before she rips that shirt to shreds."

Derek gently took Lola by the arm, "C'mon girl, lets take a break." I silently mouthed a "Thank you" to Derek as he walked her off to the elevators. He winked back at me, made an 'OK' with his fingers. Derek was good people. Everyone in our unit was good people, we all looked out for each other. While other units had their folks at each other's throats and were thick with office politics, ours had none of those problems. We were like a little family here. Well, now "Daddy" was going away, and we were to get a new "Daddy", and everyone was on edge, wondering if things would ever be the same.

I was especially worried. During the past 8 months or so, I had discovered a way to bring in a few extra bucks. I happen to be a fairly competent writer, and had been trying my hand at short stories. They were, uh, very special kinds of stories. Some would call them porn, but I preferred to think of them as erotic. Small difference, perhaps, but to me it was a critical one. Porn is just sex, sex, sex, with any 'story' used simply to tie the various sexual acts together. And usually not very well, but then, the audience for porn really didn't care if in chapter one the heroine went to school in Seattle, and in chapter three she went to Ohio U, as long as she got on her knees sometime before graduation.

Mine were a step up from that, or so I believed. And evidently, others did as well, because the stories were selling. I wasn't getting rich, but the extra money was quite welcome. I wouldn't be able to quit my day job anytime soon, I needed the benefits, but I had been able to sock quite a bit away. The problem was, I had been doing most of my writing at work.

Harding knew I was freelancing, but as long as I got my regular work done, it didn't seem to concern him. He never even asked what I was writing, and never begrudged me the use of office equipment as long as I didn't take advantage. And I didn't. It was a cozy little arrangement.

But what would happen now? Although I was careful to delete everything before I left for the day, I was concerned about how I would be able to continue now. Writing at home was tough, with the husband and kids around I couldn't really concentrate on the subject matter, and was petrified that one of the kids might stumble across something I had written. Working from the office had been the perfect solution.

Now, all that could change. And I wasn't very happy about it.

As I was contemplating this new reality, Margie, the unit secretary, interrupted my thoughts. "Carla, he's here. The new guy. He wants to see us all in his office."

I shook myself out of my reverie and looked up at her. "Well?" I asked. "What's he like?"

"Oh God, he seems like a prick." She leaned over, spoke quietly, "The first thing he said to me was 'How do you people even have jobs? This place is a mess, and I'm going to straighten it out." She stood back up. "I'll tell you, he ain't no Harding."

This is what I was afraid of. I could see, in my mind's eye, all my extra money drying up. I just couldn't do this writing from home, and if I couldn't do it from work, I didn't know how I would be able to continue. So, with these thoughts heavy on my mind, I rose and joined Margie. We walked over to Harding's office, Harding's old office, that is.

Everyone was already in there. The two of us joined them, I could see that Lola had been working overtime at that blouse, the bottom edge was pulled and twisted all around the front, I guessed the decaf hadn't helped. I glanced around quickly at the eight of us standing there, everyone wore a grim expression, Lola looked to be on the edge of tears. Whatever was happening in here, it wasn't good.

Our new boss was sitting behind his desk, (Harding's desk, I thought with annoyance.) He was young, at least younger than Harding. He was impeccably dressed, militantly groomed. His hair was dark, his eyes a steely blue. He looked angry.

"And you must be Miss Ryan." he said, glaring at me. "You may call me Mr. Ronen. Please join us. We are going over the new rules that will be going into effect, starting today." He sat back in the chair, looked over all of us, and spoke. "This place is a disorganized mess. Your previous boss obviously let you all get away with *** here, this is going to stop." He paused, then continued. "This will stop. Today. This office is going to be run properly from now on. You will all do your jobs," and, glaring at me, "and nothing but your jobs while you are here. I expect you to do exemplary work, to be on time, to be efficient and professional. I will tolerate nothing less. I have no problem firing anyone who does not perform to my standards. And, my standards are high, very high." He looked around at all of us, his eyes stopped when they reached me. "There will be no permisteral business conducted on my time, from my office. Anyone found violating that will be terminated, without warning." I felt my heart begin to pound in my chest. Why was he looking at me when he said that? He couldn't possibly know what I had been doing, I was careful to delete everything before I left for the day. I must be getting paranoid, I thought.

He spoke for a few more minutes, but I really wasn't listening, too deeply wrapped up in my own private thoughts to pay attention. The faces of my co-workers were grim, unsmiling, as he went on. Finally, we were dismissed, but as we all started to leave, he spoke again. "Miss Ryan, I will need to see you later, before you leave for the day. We have some things to discuss."

That was it, then. I was busted, as they say. Somehow he knew, he just knew, what I had been doing. I tried to think of something to say, anything, but he cut me off. "We won't talk about this now. Go back to your desk and do your work, we will discuss this later." It was a dismissal. I left, my knees shaking, my stomach doing flip-flops as I went to my desk and began to sort through the items that needed attention. But I couldn't keep my mind on the job. I was trying on various excuses for my behavior, and trying to figure out how in hell this guy happened to find me out in the first place.

The afternoon dragged on. I kept looking at the clock, waiting for 5 o'clock, wondering if I would have a job tomorrow. He had said he would "terminate without warning", but might he give me a second chance? I tried to come up with some argument I could use to convince him he should. I really needed this job, the writing alone was not going to cover my expenses, and jobs are not easy to find these days. Sick to my stomach, I worked through the rest of the day in a fog of thought and worry.

Finally, 5 pm came, and everyone gathered their stuff to leave. Derek handed me my coat, and said, "We're all going to go out for a take. Or two. Or three. Join us, you look like you could use it. I know I can."

I thanked him, but told him I had something to take care of, which wasn't a lie. But I was too humiliated to share much else with him. He said, "Ok then, see you tomorrow."

Maybe not, I thought, and looked over at Harding's office. I corrected myself, it was now Ronen's office. Ronen, the martinet who would soon be telling me to clean out my desk and leave. After everyone had filtered out, I was left alone to my fate.

I picked up my purse, as I felt more secure with something to hold on to, and walked towards the closed office door. I knocked once, twice, and heard his voice, "Come in." I did.

He sat in the chair, back to me, looking out the window. "Sit down, Miss Ryan."

I sat, stiffly, in the chair facing his desk, holding my bag too tightly in my lap. "Uh, it's Mrs. Ryan," I said, then quickly added, "sir."

"Mrs. Ryan, then." He turned in the chair and faced me. "Do you know why you are here?" I got my first good look at him, being too overwrought before to take notice. He was definitely younger than Harding, and with a bit of surprise, realized he was extremely handsome. His dark hair was cut fashionably long and looked professionally styled. His suit was obviously expensive, and fitted him perfectly, with not a wrinkle in sight. So unlike Harding and his rumpled, 'just tumred out of bed" look. His eyes, clear blue and piercingly intense, fixed on me with an expression I couldn't read. I felt uneasy under his gaze, and began to shift about nervously in my chair.

I decided to play dumb. "No sir. Have I done something wrong?" He said nothing, but reached over the desk and picked up a stack of papers. Rising from his chair, I saw how tall he was, and despite my apprehension, noticed he was trim and well-built. He probably works out, I thought. He walked around the desk, and stood behind me, then dropped the pages on the desk in front of me. I glanced at them, and saw the title page of one of my recent stories on the top of the pile. This one was called, "Chastising Melissa", and dealt with the theme of spanking. It was very graphic, and the idea that this man had read the thing and knew I had written it sent the red rushing into my face. "You tell me." is all he said.

I fumred with my words, not really knowing what to say. But, I had a question, and had to ask. "Uh, sir, where did you get these?"

He returned to his chair and sat, fixing those blue eyes on me. "Your Mr. Harding was evidently quite a big fan. They were in his computer. They originated from yours." I gasped. Harding? He knew about these? I know he knew I was writing, but never suspected he knew just what I was writing. The idea that kindly, grandmanly Mr. Harding was an avid reader of my little stories gave me a bit of a start. And all this time, he had never let on. I felt a quick flash of anger, why did he keep them on his computer? And why couldn't he at least have deleted them before he left? Now, I was going to pay the price for his stupidity. Damn the man!

Ronen kept his eyes fixed on me. He sat back in the chair, and asked "Well, what do you have to say for yourself?" I thought, well Carla, what DO you have to say for yourself? I tried to think.

"Sir, I'm sorry. I always did the writing on my breaks, and I deleted everything at the end of the day. Mr. Harding knew I was freelancing, and he was ok with it. I can see you are angry, and of course I won't do it anymore." then added "I don't want to lose my job over this, sir."

"Of course you don't, Miss Ryan." Again, he said 'Miss Ryan'. "Or, should I call you Miss Foster?" Barbara Foster was my pseudonym, in this business one never used one's real name, for all the obvious reamisters. But now my cover was blown. I wondered if my job was about to get blown as well.

"Sir, I am very sorry. I can promise you it won't happen any more. I just needed the extra money, and..." I stopped, feeling myself on the verge of tears. I swallowed, hard, and continued. "I couldn't write these at home, I've got a husband and kids, and I..."

"You didn't want them to find out what kind of filthy little stories you were writing, did you?" he finished the sentence for me. I kept my head down, feeling the hot red rush into my face.

"No sir, I didn't."

Ronen was still looking at me, and I thought I detected a slight smirk on his face. "I can understand why you wouldn't." He waved an immaculately manicured hand towards the pile of papers on the desk. "These 'stories' are certainly not something you would want everyone to know about, are they? Well, Miss Ryan, unfortunately I have to wonder how well you can perform your job duties when you obviously have so much else on your mind. Do you think you can perform your job duties?"

I looked up, the expression on his face had changed, ever so slightly. He was looking at me rather intently now. "Of course, sir. As I said, it won't happen again." then quickly added, "I wouldn't want anyone else to know about these." And then he smiled. A strange little smile, reminding me of a cruel little boy who has something trapped, something he wants to play with. Something helpless, something he wants to toy with for awhile. That something was me.

"Well, Miss Ryan, what should we do about these?" He nodded towards the pile of papers. "I think something needs to be done, don't you agree?" He paused a moment, his eyes never leaving me. "Do you think you deserve to be chastised?"

I wasn't sure I heard him correctly. "Sir?"

He repeated, "I said, do you think you deserve to be chastised?" When I didn't answer, he went on, "You had best think about your answer, Miss Ryan. This is not a game."

I felt my pulse start to race. The way he was looking at me, the way he kept saying "Miss Ryan", the sound of his voice, all these were beginning to make me feel, well, peculiar. When I still didn't answer, he spoke again. "Come here."

As if in a fog, I walked over to where he was sitting, and stood there. He looked me up and down, very slowly, then said, almost to himself, "Oh yes, I think a proper chastisement is in order, wouldn't you agree, Miss Ryan?"

"I...I don't know, sir." My head was starting to feel woozy and light, I felt my legs tremble slightly, and wasn't sure I would be able to stand much longer. He continued to look me over, his eyes missing nothing as they moved over my body. When he spoke, his voice was stern.

"Do you want to keep your job, Miss Ryan?"

"Yes sir, yes, I do."

"And do you wish to retain your anonymity as well?"

"Of course, sir."

He nodded, then said, "Well then, we shall have to take care of a few things first. Your actions deserve punishment, do they not?"

"I guess so, sir." I was sure I was going to faint dead away, but I was also becoming aroused. This man, his whole manner, was turning me on, and despite the fear I felt, I also felt myself becoming very wet. I wondered what form of 'punishment' he had in mind.

I wasn't left to wonder for very long. He leaned back in the chair, gave me a final look over, and said, "Take off your panties, fold them, and place them on the desk." His voice was soft, but his tone left no doubt he meant for me to obey. With trembling hands, I complied, then stood there, feeling the cool air up under my skirt.

"Excellent." he said. "I think we are beginning to understand one another." He smiled. "Now, come over here, no, closer." I stood directly in front of him, feeling very exposed. He took my wrists in his hands, put them behind my back and held them with one hand. With a sudden movement, he had me across his lap. He lifted my skirt with the other hand, up over my hips, till I was lying fully exposed from the waist down. I heard him sigh, then felt his hand stroke my buttocks lightly, gently caressing one cheek, then the other. Without warning he raised his hand and brought it down sharply across my ass. I gasped at the sudden pain, and he brought his hand down again and again. My breath caught in my throat as he spanked me, hard.

I had written about spanking before, but in my stories it wasn't like this. This hurt, it was like bee stings, and Ronen wasn't playing. After about a dozen, he stopped, and rested his hand on my fiery backside. I was gasping at the pain, grateful that he stopped. But then his hand began moving over my ass again, gently this time. His fingers slid between the cleft of my ass and down to my pussy, which was now thoroughly wet. In spite of myself, I began to moan as his fingers slid over me, he breathed, "My, my, aren't you wet...You like this, don't you?" and eased a finger into my aching pussy. I moved my hips against him, and felt the hardness of his cock against me as he worked one, then two fingers into me. My breathing quickened, I pushed myself against his probing fingers. He worked my own juices up the crack of my ass until it was as wet as my pussy, then he pushed his thumb all the way up my ass and began to work all three fingers in and out of me. He had me in his grip like a bowling ball.

He released my wrists and used the hand to open his fly, I heard the swish of the zipper and felt him stroking his cock. Without a word he pushed me off his lap until I was down on the floor between his legs. I looked up, watching him handle his cock, huge and thick. He grabbed me by the hair and pushed the big moist head into my mouth.

"Suck it." is all he said. I took him in my mouth and began to slide my lips along the shaft, tasting the slightly salty pre-come. "Oh yeah, that's it. That's it, take it all. Swallow it." and he started pushing my head down on him, gagging me with his cock. That pleased him, and he began thrusting into my mouth, his hands in my hair, holding my head so I couldn't pull away. "You like to suck cock don't you, you little slut?" He was breathing faster now, and his hands moved through my hair, pulling my face down between his legs as he grunted and thrust into my mouth. "I'll bet there are lot's of things you like to do..."

Then he pulled me off. He picked me up, pushed me face down across the desk, and rubbed the head of his cock against my wet slit. With one thrust, he was in me to the hilt. He grabbed my hair and began fucking me, hard and fast. He slipped one hand around the front and stroked my engorged clit while he drove into me from behind. I was going out of my mind, that cock felt so good, and knew I was going to come soon. He whispered harshly into my ear, calling me names, telling me what he was going to do to me, telling me I would love every minute of it. I felt the tension build in my belly and lost myself in the feel of his cock slamming into me, until I came, suddenly and hard. He continued his thrusting and then stiffened, his breath ragged, as he came into me.

After a few minutes, he slipped out of me with a long sigh. I remained across the desk, feeling the cool air on my ass. I could hear him adjusting his clothing, heard the zipper as he closed up his pants. He gave me a final, hard slap across the ass, then told me to get myself dressed.
With trembling legs, I stumred into my panties and pulled my skirt back down. When I was done, I turned towards him. He was sitting in the chair, his back to me. I was too stunned to speak.

"Well, Miss Ryan, it looks as though you'll keep your job another day." he said finally. He did not turn, and I could not see his expression. When I didn't move, he said, "This meeting is over, you can go now."

As I picked up my purse and headed quickly for the door, he said "We'll discuss some of your other stories in the future." He swiveled in the chair to look directly at me "Do we.understand one another?"

I nodded, "Yes, sir." and made my getaway.

In the elevator on the way down, I thought of his parting words. My other stories, oh my...there were a lot of them in that pile. As I said, I am a fairly prolific writer, and have a very good imagination...I had written about a lot of things, straight fucking, masturbation, lesbians, threesomes, and one that had me a bit worried, the one called "Alice's Anal Adventure". I wondered which story Ronen would choose to "discuss" next.

I may be doing a lot of overtime in the months to come.