Loading...I’ve been watching her for days and I don’t know why. What was it she had that made my colleague, Fran, employ her? She was average looking at best and her figure was nothing special, not that you could really see that much of it as she kept it covered up at all times. Her fashion sense at times seemed frumpy and old for a younger woman. Her name was Claire and I’d say about twenty years my junior.
Fran regularly shouted at her across the office floor and from what I have seen and heard lately the timid shy girl was forever getting a stern talking down to. I’m sure half the time the young woman didn’t deserve the abuse. Other times though, the two of them seemed too close to have a strictly professional relationship. I’ve often wondered what it was they had between them.
Claire was now scurrying around the office floor, flitting from one desk to another and from one filing cabinet to the next. God, she’s starting to bug the life out of me. I was brought out of my reverie by the phone ringing. A long call from overseas, my sister to be exact. After about thirty minutes of countless questions and comments about my love life, her love life or lack of, I managed to end our conversation by promising to call her over the weekend.
The door to my office was slightly ajar and all of a sudden I heard Fran bellow. “Claire… my office NOW!” I lifted my head and looked out of the window of my office that overlooks the rest of the department layout, including Fran’s office. My eyes scoured the expanse room. Claire was nowhere to be seen. My colleague is a bossy bitch of a woman and if things didn’t go her way, you were in deep shit!
The lift to the floor opened and Claire casually walked towards the larger filing cabinets. I look over to Fran’s office and she’s hovering with intent. Why does she have the largest office? Her office consists of two rooms and I’ve only been in there once or twice. When you walk in, there is another door about ten feet ahead of you with a large, round lock on it. I have no idea what is in that room, but it’s more than likely an oversized cupboard or something.
Claire was under the watchful gaze of her employer who stood there dominantly in the doorway with her long blonde hair tightly wrapped into an elegant style on her head. Her dark rimmed glasses sit proudly on her perfect nose giving her a slight edge to her delicately featured face. My eyes meet the ‘power’ suit. She must have about six of these in an array of colours. She never wears the same coloured suit two days running. Today’s ensemble comprised of a deep burgundy jacket, fastened with only one button in the middle. Underneath that, a silk, low cut camisole top in a contrasting ivory colour covers her breasts that are encased in a deep burgundy bra. Shit, am I looking that closely at her?
My eyes lower to her skirt. A straight design, that sits just above her knees. On the right of her skirt, a slit reveals a firm thigh. Her legs are toned and tanned. They are incredibly sexy and secretly I would love to see them in a pair of black lace top stockings! After that fleeting sexy thought my eyes dropped to her shoes. They matched the colour perfectly with the suit and sported a three-inch heel.
As I edge my stare back up her lean body I capture her eyes on mine. Shit, how long had she been looking? Her look at first was quite severe but then she smiled and her soft features glowed. I blushed and smiled bashfully then broke the stare between us. I nervously toyed with the mouse of my computer, dislodging the cascading waterfall screensaver. I fought with myself to resist the temptation of looking out of the window although my resistance was short lived as I heard Fran’s voice again. “Where have you been Claire? I called you a while ago.”
I stared at the hesitant younger woman. “I… I was downstairs Miss, photocopying. It took longer than I thought.”
My gaze continually flitted between the two of them. “Didn’t I tell you that all that had to be done first thing this morning? I have deadlines to meet young lady.” She scowled at her apprehensive employee.
“I’m sorry Miss. Katie was in the photocopying room with some others and I had to wait.”
” Oh really, we’ll see about that.” I saw Fran turn on her heels and knew I was in for it as it was my secretary that held Claire up downstairs. She thudded towards me and loudly knocked on my door and stepped right up to my desk, towering above me. “If you spent more time keeping an eye on Katie than eyeing me up, then my secretary would get my work done!” I didn’t even have time to answer as she stormed out and slammed the door. Her perfume lingered in my office, an intoxicating floral fragrance with an oriental twist.
I watched her wiggle that arse as she strode across the floor to her office with Claire following close behind. Her office door then slammed, causing my window to rattle and the door to shake. At this point I really should have turned away, but the curiousness in me about these two women was on a high level, and god was I intrigued. I looked sheepishly between the blinds at my window.
The two of them were standing opposite each other. Claire had her head lowered slightly and Fran began to circle her young assistant. Fran was talking but I couldn’t see if Claire was answering her back or not. Fran then returned to the front of Claire. This time the gap between them was smaller than before and Fran brought her finger up to the side of the young woman’s cheek. It appeared she was tracing her finger from the side of the eye, down her cheek and along the jaw line. Fran spoke again and within a second Claire appeared to drop to the floor. I looked at Fran, who again caught me staring. She pointed at me with something and immediately all the blinds in her office fell at once.
I swallowed hard as warmth spread through my body, particularly around my pussy. Did I just see right, Claire dropping to the floor? The more I thought about what she could have been doing the more my pussy moistened. My bra tightened on my heaving breasts. I squeezed my thighs, feeling my pussy tingle. I lightly stroked my breasts through my blouse and felt my erect nipples. I pinched each one and softly moaned. My other hand slipped to the front of my skirt and my fingers unfastened the buttons. They edged underneath the soft material of my knickers and into the warm, wet crevice between my puffy, engorged lips.
For a second my finger hovered teasingly above my protruding clit. The moment of doubt passed quickly and I resumed my risky behaviour. To and fro my finger flicked over the swollen nub. I added more pressure on it, around it and to the sides of it. My orgasm was rapidly approaching. Suddenly my back arched and my legs tensed. I violently jolted back and forth on my desk as my pussy convulsed around my pulsating clit. I left my soaked fingers in my knickers until my orgasm had subsided.
A shadow loomed over the window. Oh god, please tell me she didn’t see? Fran stood there shaking her head with a wicked grin on her smug face. I quickly buttoned up my skirt and attempted to smooth out my blouse. Within seconds she had bounded into my office. “Well, well… such a curious slut, aren’t you? What was it you thought you saw in my office that got you so worked up that you needed to play with that hot little pussy?” I was speechless. I didn’t know what to say to her. I was head of my team, a confidant forty-nine year old woman and here in my office I was getting a talking to in a lewd manner by a colleague sixteen years younger than me. She stood there a little longer, revelling in my obvious predicament before walking out.
I hastily got myself back together before my secretary strolled in. “Where the fuck have you been all morning?”
Katie looked at me, shocked to hear me talk to her that way. “You know where I’ve been. You sent me downstairs to help with the new recruits. What’s up anyway… are you ok? You look a little flushed!”
“I don’t feel too good, I might leave early this afternoon.”
“I think we all have to go early anyway. Claire was saying ‘her’ over there is having a large meeting up here as the conference rooms are closed. She said something about everyone leaving at four. From what I can gather, its quite an important meeting.”
“Is that so… ” I looked at her quizzically. “Ok then, we work until three, that ok with you?” I smiled at her knowing she loved that idea. She nodded her answer back and headed out of my office.
The next couple of hours passed slowly and I often found myself looking out at Fran’s office. Claire spent most of her time in there and only occasionally she left for one thing or another. I made my way to the vending machine, in need of another hot drink. Standing there waiting, I inhaled a familiar scent, tinged with the orient. I felt her close to me, then our shoulders brushed together. She leant her head towards my ear. “What fascinates you about Claire?” I felt her breath softly whisper on me. Again I was rendered speechless. She picked up on my inability. “Why have you found it difficult to speak to me today? You aren’t usually this reserved with me. Something is definitely up with you!”
I didn’t have an answer. I didn’t even know an answer. There is no obvious reason that this young woman has the ability to make me clam up around her. I blushed and hesitantly turned to her. “I don’t know…” It’s all I could say. It was either that or not saying anything. I had to say something. I reached for my tea and hastily made my way back to my office. I felt her gaze follow me, piercing through my back and reach deep within me. I assumed she had that wicked grin on her face. It was the grin that I had seen far too much of already today. I shut the door behind me, hoping it would cut me off from her glare.
I sat at my desk and checked over the schedule for next week and placed little yellow note-its over the documents that I wanted Katie to amend over the weekend. Just as I finished them and placed them on the corner of my desk she walked in and smiled at me. She picked the pile of papers up and looked at me with hope in her eyes. “Is it still ok for me leave… it’s three o’clock?”
“Yes course it is, I can’t believe it’s that time already.” I pointed at the papers in her hand. “Well, you could always stay and do those now, you’ll be finished by three thirty or you can take them with you and do them over the weekend… your choice!” I smiled at her teasingly.
She chuckled. “I’ll take them!” She then leant forward and kissed me on the cheek and waved her goodbyes as she exited the office, leaving me with thoughts of her, like she always does. She is very special and has such an endearing quality about her. She too, is younger than myself, a lot younger!
Fran’s voice broke my thoughts as she poked her head through the doorway. “I hope you don’t mind clearing out in a while. I know you haven’t had much to do today. Work seems to be the last thing on your mind!” She giggled knowing damn well I had been distracted for most of the day.
This time not feeling quite so backed into a corner, I replied. “I don’t mind. It has been quiet today. I could have stayed home if I really thought about it. Fridays are usually quiet.” There was a pause for a few seconds then I thought, sod it I will ask her what she’s planning. “So what’s going on? I can’t say I agree with clearing your colleagues out because you have a meeting.” I raised an eyebrow as I said the last word. “If it was another day of the week, I would have flatly refused.” I felt good that I appeared to be back to my confidant self and I do believe she was a little taken aback at what I had said. She looked blankly at me then disappeared from the door, not answering my question.
I hadn’t seen Claire for a while and Fran didn’t appear to be watching out for her. She was obviously on an errand. I decided to take a wander, stopping off at the ladies before venturing off any further. The bathroom was situated on the first floor of the building. I caught the lift down and hurried a little way to the toilet. As I left the bathroom I saw the young girl with a large case and a carrier bag. She was waiting for the lift, and appeared to be struggling with the fastener on the case. I made my way towards her, my heels tapping on the floor. I stood there for a few seconds as she was bending down to the case. I saw her head turn to my shoes and felt her eyes rise up my stockings. She straightened herself up and looked up at me. In my heels I was about four inches taller than her.
“Are you ok… you seem to be struggling?”
“I’m fine, Madam. Just waiting for the lift, it seems to be taking forever.” I couldn’t help but feel a slight stirring at her addressing me as Madam. “I have to be back upstairs within five minutes. She will kill me otherwise…”
“I think that’s a bit severe don’t you? What is all this stuff anyway?” At this point Claire became rather guarded and held on to the case and the bag tighter. “I can help you if you want!”
I could see she was hesitant. “Ok, it’s just that when she says a time I know I have to be there. Its her way I suppose.” She smiled meekly.
I took the bags from her and seconds later the lift ascended and opened its doors. We both hurried into the confined space and I rested the bag on the floor. The doors closed and the lift jolted causing the bag to topple over and expose some of its contents. Claire gasped and I looked at her, a deep blush forming on her skin. It then dawned on me what kind of relationship the two of them had. I swiftly reached to the side of her, startling her in the process as my hand thumped on the large red button behind her. She froze. I smiled as I moved closer into her. “I won’t say a word to anyone, on one condition…”
She was now leaning against the side of the lift. Her eyes met mine as I stared harder into her. Within seconds her head lowered. I moaned quietly as I placed my finger under her chin and tilted her head up to face me. Unbeknown to Claire and of course, Fran, I am usually dominant, despite what’s been going on today and have dabbled in domination and submission on many an occasion. I wouldn’t necessarily class myself as a full time Mistress but when I feel the need to have a willing young slut, or an unwilling slut at my feet, the opportunity does not get passed up. I can now see why Fran has this young woman. Her piercing blue eyes have a pleading look about them. When you know what to look for, the eyes give it away. The way they fall just before the head lowers; it’s such a gift. And now I have those eyes, looking deep into mine. She swallows hard, picking up the courage to speak. “What’s the condition?”
Lowering my hand from her worried face she yelped and jumped at my touch as my fingers brushed over her breast. “What do we have here?” Before she answered I eased the case from her clenched fist and placed it on the floor. She inhaled deeply and whimpered as my fingers returned to her breast.
“Please don’t touch me!” I began to unbutton her thick, loose shirt. “Please, I have to be upstairs. I’m in trouble if I keep her waiting.” I opened her shirt and pulled it back over her shoulders. I chuckled at her uneasiness and her obvious embarrassment as to what my eyes fell upon. She was wearing a black lace peephole bra and attached to her distended nipples were clamps.
“So this is what you wear under these frumpy clothes everyday. How long have you had them on for? Looks like it has been quite a while!” I flicked the clamp and she whined again. “Are you going to answer me or am I going to have to keep flicking?”
“After lunch… she put them on after lunch. Ahhh please… no!” Another sharp intake of breath came from her as I pulled the clamp. “Ohh god, don’t do it anymore, please…” Her breaths were now short and her whimpers now came in quick succession. I took the clamp between my finger and thumb and began to slowly unscrew it. “No! Please, you can’t, please no… ohhh shit!” Her head hit the side of the lift and as I freed the clamp from her throbbing nipple, her knees began to give way. “God… No… I can’t… ” I quickly moved my hand under her flowing skirt and went to cup her pussy. My fingers immediately slipped between her moist lips as my thumb caught on lacy material.
“You kinky little bitch, wearing crutchless knickers to work!” Her faced flushed more and was now a deep red colour. A film of sweat coated her blemished skin.
“She, she told me to wear them. We have to stop…” She pleaded. I pressed my finger into her slick folds and felt her engorged clit. I pulsed my finger on it, adding pressure each time. Her abundant juices covered my hand as it moved back and forth along her swollen lips. Within seconds her hips began to jerk and her pussy tightened around my fingers. Her clit began to swell more and her climbing gasps filled the lift. “Uhhh… God… Stop… STOP…” I added more pressure to her clit, rubbing it frantically. Her knees buckled and her pussy fell harder into my palm.
“You like disobeying your Mistress, don’t you?” I smirked.
“NO… Ahhh… Please… Stop…” I squeezed her clit hard and felt her pussy pulse violently in my hand. “Ohhhh… NO… NO… OHH GODDD…”
Claire fell to the floor in a panting heap. Barely audible moans escaped from her as she recovered. I moved closer and stood over her. “Aren’t you a naughty slut for your Mistress?”
She looked up at me, her begging eyes were pleading at me. “Please… she mustn’t know… don’t tell her!” I lowered my hand and helped her get up. She straightened out her skirt and began to button her shirt back up. I moved her hands away and put my hand inside her shirt and located the dangling clamp. A cold stare passed between us as I took her nipple between my finger and thumb. She grimaced as I placed the clamp back on her sensitive nipple. “Ohhh god…” I screwed it tighter and tighter. “Too tight, ohhh, too…. ” She paused as I unscrewed it a little and an expression of relief covered her flushed face. I finished buttoning up her shirt then traced my finger up her cleavage, tracing it up her neck then to her mouth. I pressed my finger onto her lips knowing she could smell herself and she slowly parted her lips, welcoming my fragranced finger into her mouth. She began to moan as her tongue twirled around my finger. I waited for her to start to fall again then with my other hand I thumped the button on the wall, startling her as the lift jolted and began its ascension to our floor.
“Don’t say a word when this lift opens. I’ll explain the delay.” I reached into my pocket for a stray stick of chewing gum. “Here, eat this… and the condition young lady is that when you see me go into my office, you tell YOUR Mistress that I have left the building. You got that?”
She hesitantly shook her head and whispered her answer. “Yes… ok, thank you Madam!”
The doors to the lift opened and we both walked towards our offices. Fran boldly exited hers and shouted at Claire. “You’re fifteen minutes late… where the fuck have you been? In here NOW!” She pointed at her office and Claire briskly walked ahead of me. Fran then scowled at me. “And why the hell are you carrying the bag?”
“Claire was struggling as she waited for the lift so I offered to help. Then as we passed the second floor the lift stopped between floors.” Fran then walked towards me and grabbed the bag. “I’ll be out of here in a minute, just gonna pick some papers up from my office. Have a good meeting!” I smiled and casually walked away from her, taking a casual glance over my shoulder as I entered my office.
I opened the small window that ran the length of my office window and partially shut the blinds. I took some tape from the dispenser and made my way to the door. I turned the knob enabling the latch to disappear into the door and placed the strip of tape over it and pushed the door closed. I sat on the unit in the corner, a foot or so from the partially opened blinds that covered the window but in earshot of any noise on the office floor. I sat there waiting for any movement across the floor for about fifteen minutes. Claire appeared cautiously from Fran’s office door. She tentatively looked towards my door and carried on slowly walking towards the open main doors of our floor. She attached a sign to the front and closed them, locking all three of us in.
As she turned around to face Fran’s office she froze. I broke my stare away from her and glanced towards Fran’s doorway. I swallowed hard and could feel a tingle between my thighs. Fran stood in black high heels. My eyes fixated on her shoes. The point at the front, the curve of her foot as it rose on those shiny spiked heels. Black stockings adorned her gorgeous legs. She wore a short black skirt with a slit up the side, again showing off her thighs. Bare flesh showed above a lace topped stocking, edging teasingly out from the slit. My breaths were heavy, so transfixed by her that I almost forgot to swallow and breathe.
My gaze lifted to her black silk blouse. It was fully open apart from two fastened buttons above the waistband of her skirt. She wore a black fitted jacket that moulded into every curve of her body. A black lace bra finished the ensemble. Her hair, so different from earlier on was now loose and carefree. Soft curls fell below her shoulder and framed her face beautifully. She had removed her glasses, showing off her bold make up on her eyes. Her lips were full and coloured a deep red shade. She moved her hand from her side and I recognised the shiny chain in her grasp. It was that what caught my eye when the bag fell in the lift. At the end of it was a thin black collar. She now toyed with the chain in her hands as her stare captivated her prey.
Watching her, I could feel myself falling, experiencing the same feelings that I felt when she was near me earlier. Yes, I am dominant in my relationships, in work and at home but this woman gets me feeling like I could sink to my knees and worship the ground she walks on. I felt claustrophobic, my skin unable to breathe. I unbuttoned my blouse and noticed my huge breasts were heaving over the cups of my bra. I was just about to remove my shoes when Fran’s voice echoed through the office floor.
“STRIP… NOW!” Again I swallowed hard and licked my lips. My mouth was dry. Claire looked over at me and stood still. Fran began to prowl towards her. “Are you disobeying me already?”
“No Mistress.”
She slowly slipped off her shoes and reached behind to find the zip to her skirt. Fran stepped in front of her. “Stop!” Claire stopped immediately and brought her hands to the front of her, holding her palms upwards. Fran hung the collar and chain over her upturned palms and walked behind her. Claire stood absolutely still. Her eyes lowered and her head followed. Fran stood behind her, making the young woman wait. I imagine the wait to be agonising. In conversations with my own submissive she revealed that the wait for the Mistress to make her move is torturous. I moved closer to the window as Fran began to caress the younger woman’s hair lovingly. “Whose slut are you Claire?”
“Yours Mistress.”
“Mmm, yes you are, aren’t you? All mine, isn’t that right?”
“Yes Mistress.” Claire then gasped as Fran ran her finger slowly down her spine. The chain rattled as she shivered at her Mistress’ move. Fran then moved her hands around Claire’s waist and begun to unbutton her shirt. She teasingly opened it and pulled it back over her now fragile and vulnerable submissive’s shoulders. I saw the nipple clamps adorning her tits. Fran ran her fingers over the clamps and flicked them hard causing Claire to gasp again. I found myself gasping with her as Fran repeatedly flicked them. Whimpers and yelps escaped from the young woman as Fran’s lips began to tenderly kiss her neck. She again toyed with the nipple clamps. “Oh god Mistress!” Claire moaned loud as she felt her Mistress’ tongue gliding over the base of her neck and down, so slowly, along her spine.
“Does my little bitch like that? Does she want more?” Fran purred against Claire’s soft skin, her voice soft and sensual. Claire nodded her head, her Mistress not needing words, the soft growl alone telling her what she wanted to hear. Fran continued to lick her descent towards the waistband of Claire’s skirt. When her lips touched the material her fingers found the zip and slowly brought it down and slipped the skirt to Claire’s ankles.
My pussy was on fire, my thighs involuntarily clenching. I wasn’t sure how long I could refrain from touching myself. The need was becoming too great. I could feel my fingers edge up my thighs, wanting to touch that dark, moist place. As I continued to watch the two of them one of my knees was rising up and down, in effect rubbing my thighs together, stimulating the arousal between them.
Fran slowly moved to the front of Claire, pushing my need back down a notch slightly. She took the chain and collar from the hands of her submissive. As soon as the chain was lifted Claire placed her arms back to the side of her. Fran backed up and stood behind her. She took the collar between her fingers and carefully placed it around Claire’s neck. Fran moaned as she fastened it and draped the chain down her back. I saw her tense up at the cold, sharp contact on her skin. Fran then pulled the shirt from her wrists, leaving her standing in nothing but her collar, chain, nipple clamps, crutchless black lace knickers and a matching black peephole bra.
Fran’s fingers roamed all over the young woman’s body. She circled her breasts and traced patterns over her stomach and waist. “You get me so hot you little bitch. The way you stand there so patiently. I bet you’re wet aren’t you?” Her fingers moved lower over her soft mound and her finger slipped into the wet valley making Claire gasp and moan. “You’re such a slut… How did I become so lucky to get such a bitch?”
No answer came from Claire. I could see her struggling to hold on to the little resistance she had. Her hips were rocking into Fran’s palm. Her legs were beginning to weaken and so were mine. I had an achy feeling building in my thighs. My fingers were stroking my pussy, bumping against my prominent clit. I could feel the tingling rising from my toes. My hips were bucking slowly and it would only be a matter of time before I came. Through my lustful eyes I could see Claire falling more. She was biting her lip. I couldn’t hear her moans or Fran’s voice by now. All I could hear were my muffled whimpers through my lips and the squishing noises deep within my steaming pussy. My second orgasm of the day was imminent. In my mind, I could hear, oh god, here it comes, oh god!
I looked up and saw Fran pull the nipple clamps from Claire’s breasts causing her to scream and sink to her knees. At exactly that point my own orgasm rushed through me, running violently up my legs, through my pussy and stomach and encompassing every nerve ending. My arse bucked off the table, my body rigid and tense. My legs stretched out in front causing my foot to bang against the wall. The noise startled me back to reality. I looked out and saw Fran looking my way. “Oh shit…” On the outside I froze but inside I was quivering like hell. My pussy was still aching, it wanted more.
Even though she couldn’t properly see me, she was staring right at my office but stayed where she was. Maybe she hadn’t heard me. I began to breathe normally, regaining a little composure. I looked down and quickly started to re-arrange my clothes. I heard a thudding noise, louder and louder it became, then BANG! My office door swung open and there she stood in the doorway. “What the hell are you doing here?” I was speechless. I felt her eyes on me, burning into me. They followed from my partly opened blouse and down to my skirt that was still hitched up my thighs. “You liked what you saw, did you?” She walked towards me, towering over me in those heels. Her finger delicately touched my cheek. I could smell Claire on her. “Oh, I think someone enjoyed it very much!” My lips parted as she traced her finger on my lips. “Suck it bitch!”
I took her long finger into my mouth, sucking it like a cock. She twisted it in and out as I snaked my tongue around it. She began to withdraw her finger and my lips closed around it and I hungrily sucked it in. Her leg moved between mine and my eyes caught sight of her stocking top through the slit in her skirt. I must have lingered there longer than I should have. She tugged on my hair, pulling my head back so our eyes made contact again. “My stockings excite you, yes?” Again I stupidly nodded. “I thought so… come here!”
I edged myself off the table and glanced over at Claire through the open door. She was still on her knees, her head lowered. When I looked back at Fran she had seated herself on the sofa in my office. She had crossed her legs and one of her shoes was balancing on her toes. “I said come here… now do it!” I took a small step. “On all fours…” I was totally mute and did as she commanded. I crawled on my hands and knees until her foot was only inches away from my face. “Kiss my shoe!” I parted my lips and began softly kissing the point at the toe. I kissed it all along towards her heel. I felt the softness of her stocking on my nose and the feeling sent me delirious. She lifted her foot. “Oh that’s a good whore, lick my heel, flick it with your tongue.” I started to moan as my tongue flicked over the high heel, lovingly ravishing it.
She began talking to me as she pulled her shoe from my mouth and slowly dropped it to the floor. Her other leg crossed over and now her other shoe balanced precariously off the other foot. “Don’t leave this one out!” I began to repeat the gentle caresses of my lips onto it. With soft wet kisses I devoured her heel. The smooth feel of her stockings on my nose again sent me into a state of delirium once more. “You know, up until this morning I would never have guessed you were on the submissive side. Is this what you are like at home with your… girlfriends?” I paused at her last word. Not one person at work knew my sexual orientation. “Did I say stop?” I leant forward and carried on with my task, although really it was hardly a task.
“I know you like women. I see you watching Claire all the time and I caught you looking at me earlier didn’t I? Yes, you do like women. Your secretary, I’ve seen you watch her too. Now how would she feel if she came in right now?”
At this point I had to break free from my silence. “Please, no one knows anything about my life outside this place. Katie only knows what I tell her.”
“Don’t worry whore, this is between us!” I looked over at Claire, still in position, waiting. “She won’t say anything either. She knows the severity of her punishment if she disobeys me.” I had to grin at that point, if only the bitch knew! I nuzzled my nose into her stocking once more. My pussy was throbbing. I was beginning to moan against her leg, enjoying this more and more until I felt my hair being pulled and my eyes met hers. “I think someone is getting to like that a little too much, don’t you? Get up!!” I rose to my feet. “Bring my heels.” I bent down and picked the shoes up. “Follow me, I haven’t finished with you yet!” My stomach flipped when she said that.
She left my office first, shouting across the floor to Claire. “Come here… we have a new toy to play with!” I looked over at Claire and she was smiling. She began to skip towards us. “Stop… do you have your collar and leash on?”
“Yes Mistress.”
“You know when you have your leash on you are meant to….” Fran raised a questioning eyebrow, waiting for Claire to answer.
“Crawl Mistress!”
“Go on then… Crawl.” Claire immediately dropped to her knees and placed the end of the leash between her teeth. She then prowled towards Fran’s office. Fran went inside first, followed by Claire. I entered the office closely behind the younger woman. I had just put Fran’s shoes by her desk and I again felt her hand in my hair. I winced at the sudden pain as she pulled me towards her. “I want you to remove your blouse and skirt…” Oh shit, I couldn’t do that in front of these two, especially Fran. My body isn’t in bad shape, but undressing in front of someone with a body to die for is not good for the ego. I obviously dwelled on that thought too long and was rewarded with a stinging slap to my face. “Do it… NOW!”
I nodded my head and hastily removed the requested clothes and stood there in my underwear. Fran stepped toward me and caressed my satin covered breasts. I closed my eyes. Her touch was soft and gentle and a moan escaped my lips. My balmy skin was peppered with goosebumps as her touch took a broader scope across my breasts, ribs and stomach.
“Claire, open the door!” Claire walked to the door in the office that had the large round lock on it. With a twist of the key the door opened revealing a large room. “Prepare the room while I play with our new toy!” Before Claire entered the room she picked up the suitcase with the dodgy catch on it and left me alone with Fran. I felt uneasy as Fran’s gaze blanketed my near naked body. “Mmm, you’re not the only one who likes women in heels and stockings!” Her fingers teased down the straps of my black suspender belt and the tips of her nails ran along the top of my stockings. “But as much as I love to see my sluts in them, I would rather see them out of them.”
I meekly replied. “Would you like me to take them off?”
“No. I will do it my way. But first you will remove your bra.” I reached around my back and unfastened my bra. Fran took the straps from my shoulders and slowly edged the soft material down my arm with her feather light touch closely following. She dropped it to the floor, watching it helplessly fall to join my other garments. I watched her intently as she walked to the bag that previously held the collar and leash in. She pulled out a length of black material. In the soft light it looked like velvet.
As she walked back to me she pulled it teasingly through her manicured fingers. Once in front of me she stroked me on my cheek with the end of the material. I knew then that my assumption was right. Velvet. It was softly caressing the side of my face and I was losing myself in her touch. Her fingers lowered to my breasts and the velvet glided over them. I breathed heavily and softly moaned as the warmth of the fabric surrounded my nipples. It swam over my ribs and around my stomach. I shivered as it tickled my side and danced up my spine. I felt myself tense as her fingers met the base of my neck. Her nails raked through my hair, taking the velvet with them and with a swift shuffle of her hands I found myself blindfolded.
I sensed she walked away from me and I then heard the drawer from her desk opening. Her perfume that lingered seemed more fragrant now. It was highly intoxicating and I was drowning in it. The slamming of the drawer shutting startled me, causing me to gasp. When my breathing recovered I stood there waiting for the sound of her heels. Silence filled the room. My still arms began to fidget at my hips. I rubbed my palms with the tips of my fingers. They felt warm and clammy. I balled my hands into fists as the frustration built in me. I lowered my head, and shook it from side to side. I bit my lip as I became hesitant in my darkness.
Out of nowhere her voice broke through me. “Stay still for me!” I froze. I could hear her heels tapping on the floor. She was near me, close to me. I was in a sensual torture. She touched my breast unexpectedly and I gasped. “I told you to stay still. If you can’t stay still in here, how will you stay still in there?” I presumed she meant the other room when she said ‘there’.
Her hand took hold of mine and she pulled me slowly to the left. I heard a door open and again her voice broke the silence in a tone that I could only describe as a purr. “Waiting patiently for me, slut. Stand up!” Claire stood and I felt her fingers surround my wrist. They both ushered me forward. “Turn around… back up a little… and sit!” I did as instructed and my bottom rested on a hard, cold surface. “Lay back…” She huskily requested. My back and head also came to rest on the same surface. With a startling jerk, my legs were raised and I found myself flat on my back. “Now I have you where I want you.”
I swallowed hard at the thought of what the hell she, or should that be they, would do to me. Despite my reservations throughout I had not once thought about getting the hell out of her domain. I had to admit, I liked this turn around of me being the submissive. “Stretch your arms, pass your head.” I sensed her straddling me as her stockings stroked against my hands and my wrists. The soft nylon crept towards my elbows and within seconds a soft material draped over my head, covering my face. It left me in a state of claustrophobia as I was shrouded in her womanly scent. From my confines I heard Fran’s muffled voice. “As you’ve been so patient, my slut, I will let you do the honours.” As far as I could tell, Claire didn’t answer and I had no idea what she meant by ‘honours’.
Between my breasts a thin cold instrument travelled dangerously slow through my cleavage. It pressed into me causing me to inhale sharply. “Relax… she won’t hurt you!” Fran said reassuringly. “I’ll take your mind off it!” With that I felt her wet pussy against my lips. “Lick me…” Blindly my tongue found her enlarged lips. They were silky with abundant juices. I slowly licked one side then switched to the other. Every now and then I felt the cold edge dip into my skin. It travelled around my navel and was now scraping over my hip. I felt it ride across the material of my knickers and sink lower to my mound. I gasped into Fran’s pussy as I felt the tip of the cold blade slip between my own excited lips. It caught on my clit and my face rose up, taking my nose and mouth deeper in the depths of Fran’s musky ocean.
The sharp tip retraced its cold journey upwards to my mound and began to indent swirling patterns down my thigh. Fran began to purr like a kitten as my mouth opened and closed on her pussy. My tongue twirled around her clit and my nose every so often teased the tight, earthy opening of her arse. She began to sway on my face as I felt my stockings become loose. I paused for a second wondering what was happening until I heard a soft recognisable grinding noise. I realised that the cold blade was in fact a pair of scissors. They gently cut through the thin material, revealing a sea of creamy skin as the soft nylon delicately parted. The steel blade caressed my leg as Claire expertly and teasingly crept lower down my leg.
Fran was now whimpering and moaning. Her pussy ground into me, covering my face in her juices. Claire appeared to rush through my second stocking. She started at my foot and glided the scissors upwards, on the inside of my leg and towards my thigh. My tongue lashed at Fran’s pussy and I heard her muffled words again. “On top now… finish her!”
My blood pumped around my body so fast. What were they going to do? The cutting of the scissors halted and Claire straddled my waist. Her leash dragged coldly up my legs. I had no idea what was happening but Claire’s fingers were now rubbing my clit through my knickers. Fran had bent forward slightly and between our collective moans I heard the sounds of lustful kissing. On my stomach I felt a hand rubbing against my warm skin and dampness had covered my belly. I presume that Fran was fingering Claire and she was fingering me.
“No one cums until I do… understand sluts?” Fran said breathlessly.
I moaned and nodded my head underneath her skirt and Claire groaned out a ‘yes Mistress’. I was so close, my pussy was on fire and I could tell that Claire was nearing her orgasm. I sped up my tongue and mouth on Fran’s pussy and before too long she wailed and screeched as she bucked on my face. Within seconds of her orgasm subsiding, Claire begged to cum. She was obviously rewarded with a ‘nod’ from Fran because her legs jerked against my waist. Her pussy lowered squashing Fran’s hand into my belly. She rode my belly, rubbing herself on me. She screamed and shuddered.
I was finally able to breathe properly when Fran lifted her leg over my head and freed me from the tent that was her skirt. “Make her cum, slut!” Claire wasted no time in rubbing her fingers across my knickers and pressing them into my clit. She circled it heavily causing my hips to jerk upwards and nearly knocking Claire off me.
“Ohh god, please, may I cum… please?”
“You may!”
My hips bucked hard on Claire’s fingers. I tensed completely. My legs went rigid and kicked straight out. I shook all over from the pure intensity. When the final pulses left me, Claire stepped off and my blindfold was removed. My stockings were in tatters and white scratch marks adorned my once perfect skin. Fran noticed me looking at them. “Don’t worry, they will fade… You won’t scar!”
“Thank fuck for that!” I mustered, breathing heavily.
“You are free to go now… or would you like to stay and play some more?” Fran grinned suggestively. “Looking without permission got you into this trouble… just what would happen if I gave you permission to watch?” I unsteadily got to my feet and looked around her playroom. Claire had obviously lit the candles when she was told to prepare the room. Spanking and whipping implements hung from racks attached to the ceiling. On the far wall, restraints hung from it in varying heights. “You do like to watch, don’t you?
I slowly headed for the chair in the corner, taking my place to be a voyeuristic participant. “Yes, I love to watch.”
“Mmm, good. Let’s get a little rough, shall we?”