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 By Her Command

   (25,000 words - Female Dominant/Male Submissive story with moderate
spanking, humiliation, crossdressing, pegging etc)

   Two words of note - I'm not a huge fan of bondage/domination themes and
wrote this as an experimental foray into "the darker side of the street"
and was amazed by the popularity of reaction based on number of hits so I
post it here with some minor grammatical corrections

   Second note - There's a bunch of exposition in the first few pages - for
those looking to cut to the chase, the "good stuff" starts with "Two
minutes later".

   Daniel eased back in his plush leather desk chair and swung around
toward the massive gray-tinted window behind him.  Harper Holdings occupied
a prime piece of office real estate in downtown, and Daniel Harper, as
befitted the founder and primary owner of the corporation, occupied the
finest offices within these fine rooms.  But the panoramic view from such
loft heights was not once what it had been.  Only two weeks ago, he had
been able to gaze down unblinkingly through the golden May sunlight to the
traffic-clogged Blue Bay intersection five stories below, but summer had
come scorching in on the heels of spring and now the air shimmered with
heat and a hazy blinding glare.  The sky seemed to drop down suddenly thick
with smog, like a stifling shroud over the sprawling city.

   With an impatient snort, Daniel turned his chair back around toward his
broad mahogany desk.  The board members were discussing the financial
technicalities of the successful PrimeCo takeover with considerable
enthusiasm.  Indeed, it was something of a coup, and under normal
circumstances Daniel would be leading the way in self-congratulations. 
Today, however, he could not be bothered.  Not that he wasn't paying
attention to the issues before him; afterall, he knew already that the
arguments they were having over going to Merchant's International Bank for
a leveraged buyout were moot, not seeing they could finance the entire deal
with the 401k guaranteed holdings they already controlled.  It was exactly
this kind of clever, creative thinking that kept him in his position.

   Yes, he mused proudly as he chewed off the end of one of his expensive
Havana cigars, he deserved every damned thing he had ever got.  After all,
it had taken him years to reach his present position, and by God, he had
had to scheme and connive, in ways that few people could really appreciate,
to gain control of this financial empire.  In a rare moment of humility, he
found himself thanking the gods of fate that he had become so thoroughly
successful, had become a man who was wealthy and powerful enough to avoid
the unpleasantness of the smoggy Blue Bay summer by remaining safely
ensconced in the comfort of his lavishly-decorated, air-conditioned office.

   Daniel never tired of narcissistically remembering the details of his
relentless climb to power and wealth.  He had an innate extraordinary
business sense, a tendency to interpret everything around him in terms of
dollars and cents in his own pocket, which was a good thing from his
original business partner's standpoint.  Almost as importantly, he had
strategically made association with Joey Morolto, aka The Priest, the son
of Anthony Morolto, head of the Morolto crime family.  Joey had been
impressed by the younger man's shrewd business sense and agreed to give him
money and influence in return for "future considerations".  Daniel had
learned that, despite their infamy, the Moroltos did not, in fact, control
the crime in Blue Bay, their power being usurped two decades prior by the
Calexico Brothers, head of the Mexicali Cartel, who made their money
smuggling and distributing illegal narcotics via various street gangs. 
That left the Moroltos dirtying their hands in nearly every other seedy
venture they could, from dealing in stolen guns to loansharking to
blackmail schemes to exploiting Eastern European girls and boys in the sex
trade, all the while paying a hefty tax to the Calexicos to stay in
business.  That still left quite a bit of money for the Moroltos, who
always needed new airtight, real businesses to launder their ill-gotten
gains through, and that was where Daniel came in.

   Using his healthy ambition and Joey "The Priest" Morolto's influence,
little by little, Daniel had thoroughly usurped his former partner's power
and had phased the older man out of the company altogether with only a
token pension and a relatively insignificant vote as a minor stockholder.
The other executives who had been troublemakers in Daniel's eyes ~~ the
ones who had been foolish enough to show any opposition to his ruthless
rose to the presidency and full command of the company ~~ had been forced
into either complete administrative slavery or dishonorable resignation
with a bare minimum of compensation of service with Harper Holdings.  Only
twice had he been forced to call on Joey, and twice those problems had ...
disappeared.  One by one, the vacant posts had been filled with fresh
personnel that the new dictator had screened personally ~~ a staff of
people who filled all the necessary qualifications and were willing to
accept low starting salaries with promises of handsome incomes in the
future if they somehow managed to meet his high expectations of them in
their various fields.

   As merciless and underhanded as he often was with other rival companies,
and sometimes with his own customers, Daniel had built Harper Holdings'
quarterly profits up to all-time record highs.  And even more impressive at
least as far as the employees were concerned, he had introduced incentive
programs through which everyone, from an ordinary laborer to a
vice-president, could earn attractive bonuses if they were able to fulfill
the production and sales quotas that he had posted on bulletin boards as
being "Normal Standards," but which veterans of the industry considered
beyond the capabilities of the huge plant as well as beyond the range of
the available market.  Nevertheless, sales and production continued to soar
and, occasionally, much to the surprise of the company skeptics, Daniel's
secretaries posted bonus lists throughout the plant.

   In short, Daniel Harper was an undeniable success in the world of
business, but today his mind was elsewhere and for him that was a rarity.
He was thinking of that new secretary they had hired, Laura.

   He could recall the exact color, the subtle shading of her eyes.  Rare
also.  Had he ever remembered a woman's eyes as if they were a picture
printed in indelible ink inside his head?

   He could recall every sumptuous detail of her superb dancer's body.  And
the way that soft cloud of ebon-hued hair seemed to hug the nape of her
graceful neck.

   He had to see her again.  The mere thought of that aroused him
physically then and there, and that is when Daniel knew he had serious
problems.

   Staring out at the hazy Blue Bay skyline, deep in lustful thought,
Daniel realized his burgeoning erection was getting achingly hard.  He then
became aware of total silence in the room.  The crisscross of various
voices around the table had completely ceased.  He spun his leather chair
back around.

   Several faces looked at him expectantly.

   "Any other business?" asked Daniel quietly.

   A disjointed chorus of 'no's responded.

   "Fine," he concluded, tapping the mahogany tabletop with the flats of
his hands.  "Let's wind up for today then.  I do not think we need to keep
everybody back from lunch right now.  This meeting is adjourned.  R and D,
remember your meetings with Hoyt are at two.  Don't have too many martinis
down at Killarney's, Dave."

   There was guffawing all around at the good-natured jibe and much
exuberant chair-shuffling, signaling the end of the session.  Daniel rose
from his chair and leaned over the highly-polished expanse of desk to jab
at the buzzer that signaled his receptionist in the next room.  His tall,
muscular frame seemed even tauter than usual as he bent over the call-box,
punching his forefinger down on the button until a red light suddenly lit
up on the console.

   "Yes, Mr.  Harper," the familiar female voice of his executive assistant
Veronica chimed in from the speaker on the machine.  She had been with him
for nearly a dozen years and was among his most trusted employees.  An
elegantly refined woman approaching her fifties, impeccably organized with
an uncanny ability to prioritize, she was the soul of discretion.  "When
Miss Meade arrives, have her come in her at once."

   Sixty thousand dollars a year should be enough to guarantee that any
secretary would do whatever Daniel wanted, so it had been something of a
shock to see that the stack of personnel files he had tasked Laura to merge
into the new databases had not even been started when he officiated the
meeting.  It was near the end of what had been an insanely hectic week for
everyone at Harper Holdings.  They had finalized the multimillion-dollar
PrimeCo leveraged buyout and he was now in the process of kicking their new
subsidiary into shape, sorting out a lazy management team and unproductive
workforce that had not turned a profit in over a year.  Everybody was
feeling the crush of tons of pressure, especially Daniel ~~ the man in the
CEO's chair who also worried incessantly of the independent auditors who
had to assess their financial situation, the executive silently praying
that the ingenious system of dummy holdings and fraudulent business
accounts in offshore banks in the Caymans and Switzerland would stand
scrutiny as they had so many times before.  However, he thrived on that
pressure, even if it sometimes felt too much, because he had a safety valve
that only an experienced, and frequently gloved, hand can turn...

   With too much work to finish himself, Daniel had delegated a great deal
of the more mundane tasks to Veronica and the team of executive assistants
that worked beneath her, freeing him to deal with more important matters.
That team of secretaries was comprised of hardly your stereotypical young
and pretty but somewhat dumb bimbettes: Harper Holdings had made it very
clear that these men and women would be fast-tracked into high-end
executive positions, if they could survive the rigors of the position, a
position that routinely demanded 60 hour work weeks and impeccable
accuracy. They were well-compensated in salary and performance bonuses,
benefits that other corporations like Anacott-Darson could not hope to
match, the only drawback being that once they accepted those higher
positions, they would eventually find themselves entrapped in a position
where they eventually realized they were (unknowingly, at first) complicit
in money-laundering for a crime syndicate.  These secretaries, of course,
had no idea of the eventuality and even under trying circumstances had this
week, as usual, performed brilliantly so far, this one problem being the
glaring exception.

   Two minutes later, accustomed to immediate results, Daniel, impatiently
waiting for Laura to come and deal with the paperwork, started to get
angry, feeling his face start to burn.  Exacerbating the situation, the
air-conditioning in his private office was acting up again, so he loosened
his silk tie and rolled up his sleeves.  All his muscles were painfully
tensed and he vaguely thought about getting a massage as he jabbed the
intercom button again and snarlingly ordered Veronica to patch him through
to Laura's company-issued cellular phone, the executive getting hot under
the collar in more ways than one.  His temper had been frayed all week,
what with the overwhelming pressure of the merger, the intense
negotiations, and his concerns of the audit and the stifling heat that had
added to his bundles of stress, so perhaps he rudely shouted when Laura
finally answered her phone.

   "Where have you been?" Daniel bellowed belligerently into the intercom,
not even giving the young woman a chance to speak.  He listed eight
laborious tasks that he wanted completed before she left for the night,
barking orders at the strangely silent employee for five full minutes
nonstop.  When the going gets tough at the office, he would be the first to
admit he regularly assumes authoritarian command, callously barking out
dictatorial commands left and right, not thinking and not caring out
tyrannical he sounded.  He had to be firm, aggressive and sometimes even
downright nasty.  All he had been thinking about all week was doing
whatever it took to get the contract ratified, the subsidiary in place and
the auditing complete without a hitch.  It had not once crossed his mind
that when he was taking out his tension he might be upsetting one of his
most loyal employees ~~ blithely unaware that underneath her obliging and
courteous exterior beat the cold, dark heart of a dominatrix who seemed
fated to become his mistress!

   "Are you finished?" Laura brusquely replied.  Her manner was surly and
distinctly icy, which took Daniel by surprise.  One of the many qualities
that had appealed to him over the dozen other candidates he had seen when
offering the highly sought after position, was her placid serenity and
unfailing politeness under crippling pressure, no matter how much of a
madhouse the office could become.  Nothing ever seemed to faze her but
something clearly had this time.  She even dished out a churlish order to
Daniel: "Wait there.  I'll be in when I'm ready."
Feeling like a naughty schoolboy who had just had his wrist slapped,
Daniel released the intercom button and took out a handkerchief.  Beads of
perspiration were trickling aggravatingly down his neck.  He felt them
spilling down his broad back and making his silk shirt stick to his heated
flesh, which made him feel even more uncomfortable.  Wiping away the excess
sweat, he looked toward the doorway, wondering where on earth Laura was,
realizing he had been aware of Miss Meade for some time...  They say not to
judge a book by its cover and in retrospect Daniel would realize that was
the fundamental mistake he had made with Laura.  She was an attractive
young woman in her late twenties, a fairly recent graduate of the
prestigious Wharfield Business School at GulfCoast University.  He had seen
her in the hallways many times before and noted that she was fond of low
heels in her Manolo Blahniks and tailored suits cut from high thread-count
cottons and lavish silks.  It made him wonder what financial discipline she
had in other parts of her life that she was able to afford such stylized
ensembles and the self-control it took to achieve such goals.  Very

beautiful and very motivated.

   Daniel had long noticed that the standard garb of the white-collar
businesswoman did not conceal the fact that Laura was blessed with a highly
appealing physique, curvaceous and well-rounded, and his discriminatory
eyes drank in every tantalizing detail as whenever he critically looked her
over from head to toe.  He had on many occasions observed the plush curves
of her ripe buttocks beneath a pleated woolen skirt, the narrowness of her
tapered waist, a delightful contrast to the obvious fullness of her plump
breasts, which proudly pressed outward against the sharp suit.  The overall
effect of daily appearance of refined elegance was absolutely stunning yet
completely appropriate for the business environment, an attractiveness made
all the more feminine by her seemingly inherent meekness and servile
demeanor that masked what he suspected was a fierce intellect.

   It was Laura's willingness to serve that made her rebellious outburst
all the more puzzling to Daniel.  Normally, when he says jump, everybody in
the company obediently jumps.  He was not accustomed to being kept waiting.
Nor could he get out of his mind the snippy way she had spoken to him.  He
had rarely ever heard her raise her voice, and she was always very prim and
proper.  He was about to reach for the intercom button to speak with
Veronica, determined to end this nonsense once and for all, but something
unbidden welled up inside of him and stopped him in his tracks.  The warm
perspiration dripping down his back had suddenly turned to ice water,
sending a ghostly chill permeating throughout his body.  A part of him, the
secret part he had struggled with all his life, tried to deny, kept secret
from the outside world, liked the discourteous, dare he even think it,
domineering way Laura had spoken to him and fervently prayed it could mean
only one thing...

   At the age of forty-three, Daniel was a healthy, attractive man, in both
his career as a successful businessman and his dashing physical appearance,
his rough-hewn features, expressive eyes and crooked smile making more than
one of the ladies at work remark that he could be a poor woman's Wallace
Hayes, the phenomenally successful movie actor of the Chicago Joe action
series.  He was a virilely masculine man, highly sexed, and exuded an aura
of command.  He was also in the employ of ruthless criminals who accepted
nothing but results so he frequently worked up to ~~ and sometimes over ~~
twelve hours a day.  His daily routine starts at five in the morning with a
grueling workout and swim at his home gym and indoor pool at his sprawling
mansion and he often does not get home until eight at night.  This means he
had very little time to wine or dine the many ladies who were interested in
him, though he certainly has a number of women he could call who were very
enthusiastic for energetic sportsex.  These are excitingly uninhibited
lovers, refined ladies in public, cock-starved whores in the bedroom,
seemingly all a guy could ever want, but the experiences quickly bored him.
He had tried to initiate one or two of the willing women he picked up from
bars into what he was truly interested in, being a wild, leather-clad,
whip-wielding dominatrix like those he had seen in movies or read about in
pages of certain books.  They would be interested for a few weeks, and then
inexorably revert to wanting him to make all the plans, take charge in the
bedroom and generally have the upper hand.  They could not truly understand
why he got off when they topped him so it would inevitably end.

   For a very long time, all the way through college, his twenties and well
into his thirties, to be exact, Daniel tried to deny to himself that he had
a submissive side that, initially, only came out on rare occasions. 
Despite his uncertainties and his failings, he found he had a compulsive
need to explore it further.  So he did what any other red-blooded male
would do and that was look for a dominatrix to fulfill his slavish needs.
His choices were severely limited though: early on, while he was undergoing
his very first forays into the kinkier side of Blue Bay's underworld, he
had ended up going out to a bar with several of his employees, including
one who turned out by pure chance to be a private investigator who
occasionally freelanced for the company.  After several many vodkas, the
drunken dick had started talking about the freaky things he had seen over
his long and colorful career, including doing some blackmail.  Apparently
many of the nightclubs and hotels, even the high-priced swanky ones, and
best known dungeons in the city were corrupt, allowing snoops like him to
take pictures of very powerful men in very compromising positions with the
deal that the operators of the S&M parlors would take a cut in the
extortion profits.

   This revelation, of course, put terrible fear into Daniel's heart so he
hired his own man on the Blue Bay Police Force, at great personal expense,
to discover which of the city's most notorious dominatrices were taking
these kickbacks.  This had greatly cut down his options but he still had
plenty of mistresses to choose from and had sampled what dark delights
there were to offer.  Unfortunately, he had never found the right domme to
give him what he truly craved.  He had come close a few times, but his
previous lovers never quite hit the mark, so to speak, and so he had given
up on the professional sex workers.  Frustrated by his disappointing
failures and embarrassed by his humiliating needs and with the additional
burden of so much to think business-wise, his sex life had languished now
for months, having had nothing but one-night stands and masturbatory
fantasies.  His only relief from his instinctive urges were the fetish
magazines, whip mistress novels and dominatrix websites that catered to his
particular needs...

   Daniel's mind was drifting, replaying over and over like a broken record
Laura's harshly spoken words to him, recalling the few times he had spent
personal, private time with her, scrutinizing for even the slightest hint
that she was not what she seemed to be.  The mere thought of her standing
tall and imperious, crescent-curved hips tilted at a saucy angle, a braided
whip rustling menacingly in her hand, made his penis surge restlessly...

   Crushing that forbidden image, Daniel took a deep breath and turned back
to his glowing computer screen and the lists of numbers that demanded his
complete attention.  He had work to do ... tons of work to do that she was
not aiding with by failing to incorporate those PrimeCo personnel files
into the computer system.  His anger bubbled up again, his dark mood only
darkening every time he saw that stack of files looming on his desk, but he
somehow managed to keep it in check as he started composing an e-mail to
the head of the legal department, thinking that he really, really should
get those improper thoughts raging through his mind under control...

   This was the situation Daniel found himself in when Laura sauntered into
his private office, the four-inch thick mahogany door swinging closed
behind her.  There was not even a knock, so the forceful entrance startled
him.  Assuming she had come to apologize for her failure to follow his
instructions, or perhaps for the impertinent tone she had taken with him,
he did not even bother to look up, still fuming, feeling terrible.  "Young
lady, would you care to explain to me why not one of your specified tasks
are finished?" he hissed, voice seething with his anger.

   It was the distinctive sound of high heels clicking against the polished
cedar floor that made Daniel look up and in a fraction of a second he
realized the profundity of his error.  There was no way this majestic woman
would ever act contrite to him.  Laura was walking proudly toward him,
carrying a rather oversized briefcase, wearing spike-heeled stilettos and a
full-length buttoned-up shiny raincoat, an outfit that set all the hairs
dusting his arms on edge while butterflies made his stomach do flip-flops.
She was also wearing a very different kind of makeup than her usual subtle
blush and powder intended to look as if all her facial coloring was
natural. Now she was done up in brash cosmetics designed to flaunt
supermodel features.  Her pouty lips were ultra-seductively colored a
sheening scarlet, her flashing coffee-colored eyes outlined with
smoky-black kohl, her sculpted cheekbones stylishly highlighted, but most
striking of all were her spider-like lashes, made long and thick by
generous amounts of mascara.  The change in her was remarkable ~~ always a
statuesque beauty, not only was she now significantly taller than the 6'1"
Daniel, towering over him in those spiky heels, but her entire demeanor was
more stern, too, a far cry from the other timid, cute, but very average
women who worked in the office!  With an inner spark that silently declared
that she was no longer the friendly, helpful secretary, she greeted him
with a disdainful smirk.

   "What a state," Laura said sneeringly, flinging her briefcase carelessly
to one side, gesturing to the sloppily-stacked personnel files littering
one corner of the desk, but Daniel was too busy gaping wide-eyed at her to
care about the damn files.  He noticed now that she was wearing her glossy
black hair up, fashionably pinned with turquoise needles so fine bangs
teased out beguilingly around the delicate curves of her intriguing
features and the slope of her neck, all the way down to the upturned collar
of that wet-look raincoat she wore.  The coat almost reached her shapely
ankles, revealing only a teasing glimpse of her sheer black stockings.  But
what else lay beneath?  Did the voluminous coat conceal a figure-shaping
corset, like those worn by the beautiful dommes on his favorite websites?

   Oh yes ~~ the websites that Daniel had secretively looked at on his work
computer, filled with pictures of imperiously beautiful women and servilely
submissive men.  He had needed release from his high-powered job and
indulged on rare occasion in perusing such illicit sites, knowing that it
was not the wisest of things to do, but he was the CEO and his lofty
position did have its rewards.  He suddenly remembered an odd conversation
he had had with Donald, that pasty-faced chubby geek who ran the IT
department.  Knowing his boss' legendary disdain for IT, viewing them as
overpaid janitors, the dork had reeked of sweat as he stutteringly told
Daniel of someone who had used his password when he was not logged into the
building security and, while they had not tampered with any files, they had
looked at "certain technical aspects" of his computer.  Not knowing what
that specifically meant, concerned about other pressing matters, not liking
to deal with the squirming toad and knowing that nothing truly essential
was held on that computer, he had blown it off.  Now it occurred to him
that "certain technical aspects" might translate to his browser's history.
Had a snooping Laura discovered his secret?  Did she know his brash manner
was merely a front for an obsequious soul beneath?

   Daniel had been staring open-mouth at Laura from the moment she sashayed
toward his desk, now utterly convinced that she knew everything about him,
so that when she suddenly said "Get away from my desk!" his first instinct
was to obey the strong authoritative female voice.  But his masculine pride
refused to accept this patently bizarre situation and set his self-doubts
free.

   "What?"

   Daniel could barely believe what he was hearing.  Was this lowly
secretary scornfully handing out orders to him, the CEO of a multi-million
dollar business?  He gazed into her suddenly austerely beautiful face and
barely recognized the perky woman he had gotten to know over the course of
her few months of employment.  This was a brand-new Laura ~~ the other one
was sweet and did whatever he asked, but this one was arrogant and
dominant, would not take no for an answer and seemed to have a bone to pick
with him.

   "Get away from my desk," Laura repeated herself, a frosty chill laced
with implied menace tingeing her tone now.  "Drop to your knees, slave, and
worship me until I'm satisfied you've learned your lesson.  Start by
cleaning my shoes with your tongue!"

   Daniel felt an unnerving sensation bubbling up in his twisting guts as a
dose of reality bit ~~ and bit hard!  He had been riling a dominatrix all
week by treating her as a virtual slave, and now he was about to pay the
harsh penalty as she sought recompense in the fullest terms.  It was a
total mind warping realization because the switch had occurred so suddenly.
He had no idea where this side of Laura had emerged from and he was so
intimidated by the unexpected conversion that he was not about to ask.  One
minute he was the big, bad boss restructuring a business empire, and the
next he was a tattered bag of frayed nerves, feeling pathetically weak and
timidly humble in the presence of what had once been a meek, innocent
secretary, now transformed into this statuesque, all-powerful mistress, a
veritable goddess towering over him.  Penance had to be paid for his many
transgressions ~~ and he was eager to pay it!

   "What are you waiting for, slave?" At the repeat of Laura's haughty
command, Daniel got up from his chair and fell deferentially to his knees
as if needing to pray to this magisterial goddess.  He subserviently
lowered his head, meekly staring down at the floor and waiting for
permission to meet her gaze.  He could still feel an apprehensive trembling
in his roiling stomach, and it was richly deserved, for he had behaved so
badly toward her for so long.  Her menacing tone of voice made it clear she
was angry with him.  Silently, but for the clacking of her fuck-me pumps,
she deliberately stepped to within a foot of his body.  Recognizing that
she was asserting her command, he crawled toward her outstretched foot,
ready to dutifully lick her shoes clean, as bidden.  As he moved forward on
his hands and knees, he kept his head bowed, partly out of respect for her
and partly so he could enjoy the sight of her patent-leather stilettos that
now filled his field of vision.  Her beautiful feet, dainty and elegantly
shaped, were strapped into the stilettos, the open toe displaying her
toenails painted a lustrous burgundy, the heel six inches high, elevating
her to an Amazonian height that cast him into shade.

   Daniel stuck out his tongue, eager to taste his mistress's pump, when
she teasingly pulled her foot away, waggling it tauntingly before his face,
just out of reach.  "I know it's been a tough week," Laura said, sweeping
her shoe over him with a balletic pirouette before cruelly jabbing the
spiked heel into his inner thigh.  "But that's no reason to treat me, or
any other woman for that matter, like dirt," she added, now pointedly
sliding the speared heel toward his crotch.  The embossed leather and
sparkling silver heel was pointy, so even with his slacks on, he could feel
it tracing an ominous line along his leg.  His mistress demanded he undo
his fly, and once his zipper had been opened by trembling fingers, she
aggressively poked the heel inside, making him shudderingly gasp just by
teasing the boxer-shrouded, lust-swelling shaft with the barbed tip.  With
an astonishing dexterity, using just her toes to guide her motions, she
pressed her dagger-like heel downward, trailing it threateningly along his
fabric-veiled scrotum, her touch so sinfully delicious that he could not
control his physical reaction.  Already aroused by his employee's
comprehensive transformation, his penis inflated jerkily until it became
fully engorged, so he lowered his downcast eyes further, humiliated to have
been caught in a state of erection without permission.

   While Daniel remained staring at the floor, hoping that Laura would not
take his blatant arousal as a sign of disrespect, she ordered him to look
her directly in the eye as she shrugged her coat off her shoulders and
flung it carelessly aside.  Seeing the discarded raincoat puddle at her
feet, he was only too aware of what it meant, a thought that he found both
wondrous and nerve-wracking.  Not daring to disobey but knowing that he was
unworthy, he let his adoring eyes start to travel up her desirable body,
dazzled by her resplendent beauty.  Enhanced by black garters and sheer
fishnet stockings embossed with a flowering rose pattern, the full curves
of her shapely catwalk model legs, the longest in town, ascended from
slender ankles crisscrossed by the spaghetti straps of her tall, patent
leather shoes.  He longingly followed the sinuous lines of her silk-clad
thighs until they disappeared into her snug, leather skirt.  The skirt,
dyed a stunning shade of vibrant crimson, was made of supple leather that
snugged about the creaminess of her supple thighs, the lush globes of her
curved rump and the enticing hollow of her succulent loins.  This was
certainly not the tastefully conservative cotton outfit she had been
wearing when he had seen her earlier in the day, which meant she had
changed at some point in the day and suggested none of this was happening
by chance.

   "Look at me, not my skirt," Laura shouted, angrily repeating her initial
command.  She apparently did not take too kindly to reiterating her
dictates.  Daniel truly wanted to obey his mistress, but the moment his
eyes discovered she was wearing a striking wet-look corset, he was
completely mesmerized.  He knew only a true dominatrix would dare to wear
such an eye-catching, figure-flaunting item of clothing because unnervingly
it altered her body's natural shape, her hourglass proportions made more
extreme, making her look even more dominant and formidable.  The
restrictive piece of lingerie, undoubtedly intricately laced up in the back
by classic crisscross stays, was cut from the same stunning scarlet-dyed
leather as her matching dress below.  It cinched in at her already waspish
waist, audaciously exaggerating her Junoesque curves and provocatively
pushing up her pillowy bosom, heightening the curves of her already
prominent breasts until those milky orbs were very nearly spilling over the
corset's top.  From his point of view, Laura had looked from the first
moment she had entered his office like she would have been able to put him
in his place, even if she were wearing sweats, but seeing her clad in this
outrageously sexy garb, looking every inch the cruel domme, all he wanted
to do was service this supreme goddess.

   Struggling to pull his admiring eyes away, to move up to the
black-and-silver-studded leather and chain choker around her neck to adore
her queenly beauty, Daniel knew the truth was no submissive man could have
resisted the sight of his mistress' voluptuous body because everything
about her radiated dominant womanhood.  He was amazed Laura could still
breathe, such was the constrictive tightness of her unique outfit, but she
was somehow empowered, not weakened by her restrictive clothing.  He, on
the other hand, was simply overwhelmed by her pillowy cleavage, arcing out
from just above her ribcage, her curvilinear breasts the epitome of her
intrinsic alluring shape, radiant warmth and beguiling seductiveness.  Her
striking beauty made him feel pale and undeserving and he felt unworthy of
sitting in their splendid shadow.  There could have been no better view of
Laura's breasts than the one he had down on his knees before her, but his
thoughtless actions during the week had made him undeserving of such a
glorious sight which made him all the more eager to serve her.



   "Look at me!" Laura screeched for the third time, and Daniel humbly
obeyed her officious order.  "Strip for me, slave" she muttered, circling
her boss as he knelt on the floor in a classic submissive pose.  "I want to
examine your cock and see if it measures up.  I prefer my slaves to be
well-hung.  So ... what are you waiting for?  Strip naked!" The icy
authority in her voice made it certain he would obey, but she emphasized by
leaning closer and grabbing his tie.  He was still dressed in his business
suit, so of course she did not like this sign of his male authority.  "To
think I have to take orders from you," she muttered, giving the tie a yank,
a short, sharp tug, like the warning a master gives his dog when it gets
too far ahead of him.  The momentary constriction was enough to make him
chokingly gasp.  "Well, we won't make that mistake again, will we" she
concluded, her dismissive words sending a shiver of pleasure rippling down
his spine.  What had once been a sign of his masculine power was now a
major weakness.  Everyone else in the office respected his tie, but Laura
simply saw it as a means to make him defenselessly squirm.

   As soon as Laura let go, Daniel ripped his offending tie off, glad to be
rid of the strangulation device.  As he started to undress, removing his
jacket and undoing his button-down shirt, she sashayed over to the desk and
sat down at the computer, enjoying being in undisputed charge at last.  As
he tugged the shirt off his shoulders and unbuckled his belt, she went into
his web browser's history and called up a fetish sex site he had visited
recently.  As she derisively sniggered at what she was seeing, he pulled
his belt from the loops then, swallowing his pride, drew his tailored pants
down.  Something caught her interest on screen and she studied it for a
moment, a wicked smile crossing her beautiful face.  She turned her
attention back to Daniel.  That depraved smile continued as she saw he had
revealed his well-formed body to her, his nakedness heightening his
vulnerability.  He self-consciously hesitated when he was down to his boxer
shorts, as if they were the last shred of protection for his vanquished
manhood.

   "And your boxers," Laura insisted as she sauntered back around to where
he cowered, seemingly determined to reduce Daniel to a state of utter
helplessness.  She lifted one foot off the ground and once more pressed her
stiletto heel into his bulging crotch.  His erection was long and thick,
straining the fabric of his underwear, so she traced a line along his
silhouetted tumescent length under her blade-like heel.  Her irreverent
smile grew wider, dazzling her innate beauty with a frosty glow.  She was
openly pleased to see her totalitarian dominance had aroused him, just as
he was secretly thrilled to see blatant signs of her simmering arousal too.
Whenever she leaned over, the plump buds of her nipples, looking for all
the world like smallish ripe strawberries rising from the rosy halos of her
areolae, peeked boldly out above her low-cut corset, and there was no
mistaking the sultry source of the peppery-exotic fragrance.  Enraptured as
he was by the exotic scent of her dripping sex, he removed his boxers, the
boldly jutting thickness of his beefy penis bouncing free.  He was now
fully nude, his erection bobbing in front of him, while she stayed fully
clothed, a glaring contrast that suited their roles perfectly.

   Laura looked at Daniel's sweaty body dismissively then swung on her
heels and walked towards the corner of the office.  As she bent over to
pick up the briefcase, he found it impossible not to reverentially stare at
her adorably wiggling panty-clad buttocks, which, when her too-short
leather skirt rode up her sleek hips, were framed just like a picture
between the frothy lace of her garters and the bottom of her fringed dress.
How he ached to kiss the too-cute plumpness of her curvy butt cheeks, but
he sensed his devious mistress had other, more sinister plans.  As she
opened the oversized accessory, he was curious about what cruel wickedness
she had in store for him so he surreptitiously crawled towards the desk,
hoping he had a chance to see what she had found online while she was
preoccupied with whatever nasty surprises she was sorting through. 
Unfortunately, as he was nearing the glow of the screen, a harsh voice
commanded him to stop.  Still sycophantically down on all fours, he turned
to his mistress.

   "I'm afraid I'm going to have to demote you," Laura announced
imperially. "Unfortunately for you, I'm only interested in employing a
pretty secretary, which you certainly do not seem to qualify for, but,
cruel as I am, I'm also fair and will give you every chance to succeed."
She tossed several articles of clothing on the floor in front of him.  "Put
those on," she added, snapping her fingers when Daniel dithered, wondering
fretfully what kind of outfit she was expecting him to wear.

   To his humiliated surprise, he discovered a miniskirt, high-heeled shoes
and pantyhose.  His devious mistress had thought of everything!  Looking at
the skimpy skirt, he did not think it would fit, but Laura was determined
to feminize him and ordered him to put it on.  He piteously begged her to
let him serve her naked instead, but his beseeching words fell on deaf
ears. Her scarlet-painted lips curled into a malicious smile that dripped
with menace for those who did not obey her capricious whims.  Spurred into
fearful action, he squeezed into the skin-tight dress, tugging it with some
difficulty up his muscular thighs, feeling like less of a man with every
passing second.  Immediately, his overseeing mistress giggled, saying what
a pretty girl he was, the embarrassment of which made him self-consciously
blush, but he gasped in horror when he picked up the pantyhose.

   "Th-these don't have a cr-crotch," he stammered, noticing the gaping
gash between the legs, but his mistress gave the desk a cracking slap with
her hand.  The alarming implication was obvious and made his swollen penis
twitch with masochistic excitement, so he sat on the floor and pulled on
the sheer pantyhose.  The silky material felt surprisingly sensuous against
his bare flesh, even if wearing such a feminine fabric was such an obvious
challenge to his macho manhood.  Speaking of which, his rampant erection
came spearing out through the cavernous opening, so he hurriedly jumped
back to his feet.  Having his naked private parts exposed in such a
degrading way made him feel vulnerable, so he was very grateful for the
skimpy dress.  It was just long enough to cover his twitching cock, and
also his behind, which was now under the delicious threat of a thorough
spanking.  Of course, like every experienced dominatrix, Laura believed
that a slave should satisfy his mistress before satisfying himself.  Well,
the crotchless hose, even with the flimsy covering of the miniskirt,
exposed everything, letting her know exactly how things stood.

   "Don't forget the shoes," Laura tutted reproachfully, so Daniel
nervously stepped into the high heels, teetering unsteadily, wondering how
in God's name women managed to dance in these things, much less walk.

   "What are you?  A man or a woman?" Laura asked, snickering at the sight
of his so-called manhood bulging beneath the sissy-like garments.  The
truth was, Daniel really did not care.  Despite his boasting pride and
overweening vanity, he was starting to appreciate his secretary's uniform
and how happy it made her.  He was simply glad to wear such feminine
frills, but more than anything, despite the mortification of his position,
or perhaps more accurately because of it, he wanted to follow Laura's
orders, to not have to be in control, at least for a couple of hours.  He
had made too many decisions that week ~~ decisions that profoundly affected
other people's lives ~~ so it was a joy to be emasculated in so extreme a
manner, his throbbing erection sheathed by pretty frills and lace!

   Daniel could see Laura was overtly thrilled by the progress she was
making in transfiguring her formerly intimidating boss into a ladylike
executive assistant.  Beckoning him to her chair by crooking her index
finger and summoning him forward, she held in her hand a tube of her
lipstick, which she used to prettify his mouth, painting his pursed lips a
bright crimson shade until she was satisfied with the results of her
efforts.  "Just one more thing," she said as she slipped both hands up
under her skirt, undulating her hips as she tugged her panties off and
tossed the discarded undies towards him.  It was at that moment, before she
even spoke, that he knew why his mistress had given him the crotchless
hose. "Since you act like one, you should wear the dirty panties of a
bitch."

   Being the obedient slave he was, Daniel did not hesitate to hide his
enfeebled penis inside the lingerie.  He slowly stepped into the thong and
pulled it gingerly over his steel-hard erection.  The satin panties were
still warm from the luxurious heat of her body and delectably moist from
her honeyed juices.  The compressive tightness of the bikini caused the
edges to cut tightly into his most sensitive flesh, sending an alarming
burst of breathtaking pleasure through his satin-embraced manhood.  With
the panties now ensconced firmly in place, Daniel stood up and by pure
chance happened to look in the full-length mirror, marveling at the bizarre
sight.  While Laura had already taken control of him by stripping him nude
and lipsticking his lips, it was the skirt, panties and high-heeled shoes
were what really reflected his submissive self.  None of his employees
would ever guess that this could ever, would ever, occur ~~ all burly
six-foot-one of him being dominated by the demure Laura.  However, the
self-critical part of Daniel emerged, scorning his efforts, telling him he
was failing as a woman.  The miniskirt did not fit right on his narrow
hips, and the lipstick on his stubbly face made him look like a cheap
inflatable sex-doll.  He did not deserve to be the slave to such a
mistress, terrorizing and awe-inspiring all at once.

   "Now you're ready to serve me," Laura announced, content in Daniel's
complete submissiveness.  "So, you know that there's a position open for my
executive assistant.  What makes you think you can do the job?"

   "I want to please you," Daniel replied earnestly.  He was standing in
front of her, but her high heels put him on level with the overspill of her
bounteous breasts, which lusciously quivered in time with her measured
breathing.

   "Oh really?" Laura scoffingly asked.  Her smile had vanished, replaced
with a threatening scowl, and her kohl-rimmed eyes looked cold and dark as
she pushed his head downward.  He willingly obeyed her and lowered his
eyes. Then he felt her long fingers threading through his close-cropped
hair.  When she aggressively tugged on it, his penis pulsed empathetically.
"You would have to a lot more than simply cower before me to truly please
me.  " She paused for a moment to critically look him over, noticeably
staring at his straining crotch.  "Are you sure you'll be able to provide a
level of service that will meet my strict standards?" Daniel replied with
an affirmative.  "Good.  Be advised that any failure on your part to
fulfill my desires and there will be the harshest of consequences.  Do you
understand?"

   "Yes," Daniel huskily replied.

   "Yes, what?" Laura asked.

   "Yes, Mistress," he answered compliantly

   "That's better.  Now, make sure you do as I say." Laura curled her index
finger, beckoning Daniel to follow.  "I'm not convinced that you have the
skills necessary for advanced secretarial work, so I'm going to start you
out with something simple.  I want you to collate those personnel files,"
she instructed, gesturing to those infamous folders that he had forgotten
about long ago.  Picking up a quarter of one full stack, perhaps two
handfuls, she continued.  "A qualified assistant would be able to sort
these by position, salary and years of experience in that order in five
minutes.  I will give you ten because I am feeling generous.  If you do not
do a good job, your punishment will be ... well, let me just say the word
`severe'.  Begin ... now!"

   Nothing more was said between the two as Daniel slipped into the role of
being the personal servant and devoted love slave of his beautiful
mistress. Quite justifiably, she was giving him a taste of his own
medicine, barking out orders like he had done to her.  The time had come
for him to get his comeuppance, which meant doing the basic tasks of a
genuine secretary.  Of course, he knew he was being set up to fail because
there was no way he could sort these files based on the notoriously complex
filing system that all the secretaries had complained bitterly to him about
for years.  Laura frequently handled over one hundred of these a day, with
all the qualifying factors graded and collated, whereas he had never needed
to deal with such mundane paperwork in his life and was now too nervous
about a looming punishment to do just about anything.  His hands would not
stop shaking because he knew his hateful mistress was waiting for him to
make the slightest mistake.  Would she spank him, whip him or simply needle
his vulnerable testicles with her stiletto shoe?  The tormenting
possibilities made him quiver so much that, no matter how many times he
tried to calculate and recalculate the factors for sorting in his head, he
only succeeded in jumbling them further.

   "Do you truly believe this pathetic mess is worthy of your mistress?"
asked Laura, as he carried on sorting the hopelessly unorganized files.

   "No, ma'am," he answered, leaning over the desk with his vulnerable ass
sticking up in the air.  He was legitimately striving to improve, for his
mistress' sake and his own, trying to make both of them happy. 
Nevertheless, despite his best efforts, he knew he was making a wretched
mess of the menial task and that just made him more all the more anxious,
as did the telltale clicking sound of Laura's sharp, spike-heeled footsteps
on the floor.  He could hear her stepping up behind him to inspect his
secretarial work at close range, his heart quickening when he realized she
had ferreted out his error.  She let out an exaggerated sigh of unconcealed
disappointment.  He had failed to meet up to her exacting standards.

   "Now do you see how difficult a secretary's work is?" Laura
condescendingly asked, but before Daniel could answer, she grabbed hold of
his hair and started pulling him toward a nearby chair.  Her unpredictable
change in mood took him completely by surprise, sending an icy shiver down
his spine.  A sticky perspiration wet the palms of his hands as he realized
she was about to push him way beyond his comfort zone.  Wobbling unsteadily
in his shoes, he meekly let his forceful mistress take total control of
him. He knew he had done wrong, had incompetently botched sorting the
personnel files, so he knew he thoroughly deserved whatever punishment she
chose to give him.  He intuitively sensed that putting on the miniskirt and
panties were only the beginning of what ultimate debasement she had planned
for him.

   Sitting down upon a plush leather chair next to the office couch, Laura
pulled the compliant Daniel across her lap, her garters rubbing against his
fearfully trembling belly.  She touched his defenselessly exposed rump,
delicately at first, her fingertips gliding over his silky panties,
allowing him time to savor the immediacy and sensuality of her intimate
touch.  However, it was just the proverbial calm before the storm.  Resting
her left hand on his hip, her right hand suddenly whooshed through the air
and thwacked against his sissified ass, a sparkling heat searing through
him on the very first blow.  Again the palm of her hand flashed and struck
another blow to the trembling globes of his cheeks.  His unprepared ass had
been paralyzed with the unspeakable shock of the first resounding spank,
but now all the gluteal muscles tensed up tightly as a vivid burst of
scorching sensation sizzled through his hindquarters.  When his mistress
raised her hand and dealt another high-powered smack, crashing against the
bobbling spheres in the exact same spot as the previous one, it inflamed
the singeing sting caused by the first two.  He had to grit his teeth as
she spanked him in that hot spot a third time to swallow down a gasp of
suffering ecstasy, the mounting painful sensations nearing his threshold
limit.

   The tissue-like silk of Daniel's panties had been cushioning Laura's
fierce blows, but the bikini-cut undies did not stay in place for long. 
After one more spank to that hypersensitive area, the crimson agony making
him bite down on his lip, she tugged them down, eager to slap his bare
behind.  While she took a brief moment to admire his tautly-shaped naked
ass, he begged for mercy, albeit in vain for it was not enough to prevent
another vicious swat.  She had begun to vary her targets, landing the palm
of her hand with pinpoint precision against his swelling thighs, but the
respite for his fanny did not last long.  With his ears still ringing from
the echoes of the vigorous slapping, she raised her hand back to shoulder
height.  Then she collided it again into the crimsoning skin of his lush
buns where she had sadistically delivered her first three sharp blows.

   "Please, forgive me," Daniel grovelingly begged as his sensitive flesh
burned at the point of impact.  The steady accumulation of scaldingly hot
spanks made him writhe about his mistress' lap, his building anguish making
him desperate.  He carried on pleading for mercy, but instinctively knew it
was pointless after how cavalierly he had treated Laura and the rest of his
employees that week.  He knew she was not punishing him for his ham-fisted
file sorting, for that would never have warranted such a fierce spanking.
It was his overall inconsiderate conduct since they'd first been introduced
that displeased her, and now another factor was adding incendiary fuel to
her righteous wrath.  His flaring nostrils picked up on the distinctively
alluring scent of his mistress' lust-dripping pussy.  He felt a swell of
pride at having caused this inflammatory reaction to her as he noted the
peppery perfume of his divine domme's sultry sex was growing stronger by
the second because spanking his ass was really turning her on.  Yes, she
was really getting off on having dominant power over her boss, and as her
lusty passion mounted, so did the brutality of her retribution.

   "Keep still, slave," Laura insisted, placing her restraining left hand
that had previously been clutching his rolling hips into the small of his
squirming back, then patronizingly pointed out to Daniel that his cries for
leniency would be a lot more believable if she couldn't feel how ragingly
hard he was.  Since he was lying prone across her lap, he had no effective
way of disguising his bloated tumescence, or of convincing her that this
so-called punishment was anything other than a masochistic pleasure to him.
He wallowed in every aspect of his castigation, noting two intensely erotic
sounds repeatedly echoed through his office: the thunderous slap of her
hand smacking against his jiggling buttocks and the whimpery moans bursting
out of his lips.  The excruciating throes he was suffering were
well-deserved because he confessed to himself that he had behaved like shit
all week and deserved what he was receiving and that algolagnic realization
made him revel in each new spank.  The harder she hit him, the better it
felt!  And his mistress perceptively noticed how his entreating groans were
becoming mewls of abased pleasure.

   "You like being spanked, don't you, slave?" Laura deridingly asked, this
time adding some ferocious zest to her next slap.  The resultant harrowing
twinge made Daniel's engorged penis twitchingly spasm, so there seemed no
point in pretending anymore.  Savoring in the brutal punishment and hungry
for more, he unctuously begged for more, to spank him even harder.  His
cruel mistress did not disappoint.  She executed a series of thwacks that
sent exquisite sparks of tormenting arousal halfway down his quavering
thighs and shooting right up his arched back.  "I like it when a slave begs
for more," she whispered, and he immediately noted the change in her
mellifluous alto voice.  It was warm and soft now, like melted honey, but
there was still an iron fist within the velvet glove.  She spanked his
tremoring ass one final time, a booming blow that made him whimperingly
moan.

   Seeing how the unfettered violence of her spanking had warmed up
Daniel's bottom, Laura instructed him to remove his panties, and as he
willingly carried out her order, enjoying the idea of casting off one of
the shackles that held him in effeminate bondage, she asked if he had
learned his lesson.  He thought on this and realized that his ass felt
vibrantly alive and delightfully glowing like never before.  It throbbed in
the best possible way with a unique mixture of miserable pleasure and sweet
pain, the prickly tingles coursing through his bloodstream to surge into
his pulsating penis.  It felt almost like an orgasmic climax, but he
suspected that was still a longtime coming as his mistress derisively
dismissed him.

   Daniel, his head submissively lowered out of cowering respect, watched
as Laura lazily sauntered over to the couch.  When she silently beckoned,
he unsurely scurried over in his high heels, making her feel more
comfortable in her reclining position by easing a pillow behind her back.
He knew that as a slave, he should go about his duties quietly and
diligently, respecting the fact that serving her was the highest honor he
could receive.  In his awkward position, not wanting to chance falling in
those uncomfortably high shoes, he had to lean over her, giving him an
unfettered view down the eye-catching cleavage formed by her corset, which
was squeezing her voluptuous breasts together.  The sight was enough to
make his aching manhood strain violently, creating an obscenely huge bulge
in his miniskirt, and an icy fear that panged his heart.  Woe betide the
submissive who sees servicing his mistress as a cause for his own sexual
gratification!  It is his mistress' satisfaction that must always remain
paramount in a slave's mind, no matter how difficult the task.

   "My neck feels stiff," Laura announced as she nimbly turned over onto
her tummy, one hands sneakily reaching downwards designed to make it appear
the rolling motion had accidentally hitched her miniskirt up her hips,
revealing the plush globes of her incredibly creamy rump, when in fact she
had deliberately exposed herself.  "Give me a massage, slave." Daniel
suspected this was yet another diabolical trap concocted by his scheming
mistress, his suspicions confirmed when she said she wanted him to straddle
the small of her back.  After kicking off his wobbly heels, praying that
she would not notice this transgression, he obediently climbed onto the
overstuffed couch.  But when he squatted over her tapered middle, his
engorged cock swung down toward her bare butt.  There was no way he could
hide himself, and it was inevitable that massaging his desirable mistress
would make him all the more frustratedly horny.

   As Daniel skillfully kneaded the pliantly soft, sumptuously warm flesh
of Laura's rounded shoulders, a feeling of exhilaration overwhelmed his
tortured body.  When she started to murmur heartfelt sighs of unabashed
pleasure and then dreamily told him what a good slave he was, of course,
his hefty erection twitched with undisguised delight.  He was pleasing his
mistress so how could it not?  To make matters worse, though, his spearing
erection had somehow slipped under the hem of his miniskirt and was now
subtly dipping into the creamy cleavage of her globular buttocks. 
Shockingly, his demanding mistress let it ride at first, because his
talented massage was so soothing, but that only made him increasingly
nervous.  He knew he was showing her utter disrespect by putting his own
arousal ahead of hers, hence his neck and shoulders were tensing up just as
fast as his caressing fingers were destressing hers.

   Daniel's apprehension grew when he noticed that the lust-thickened trunk
of his beefy erection was now dipping dangerously deep into Laura's rear
split, mesmerized by the erotic contrast of his fully ballooned penis, its
hefty bulk ruggedly shaped and crisscrossed with bulging veins, with the
immaculate buttery smoothness of his mistress.  He was struggling to keep
his attention on his massaging efforts and matters finally came to a head
when she annoyedly told him to focus on her shoulders.  When he acted upon
her instruction, the mushroomy tip of his purplish glans poked against her
exposed back hole.  Simply touching that most precious orifice with his
blunted dome was enough to incur her wrath.  She bellowed that he was a
"very bad secretary", then aggressively pushed him off her prone body.

   "How dare you take such liberties with me?" an enraged Laura shouted. 
With an angry waggle in her walk, she stalked over to her oversized
briefcase and began taking out various implements and laying them in
orderly rows on the desk.  Cowed by his mistress' abrupt rage, Daniel felt
his hands grow clammy, dampened by the perspiration breaking out all over
his fearfully trembling body, his insides shivering with nervous tension as
he saw what she was producing.  On one side of the table, various and
sundry implements of bondage had been laid out, ranging from an assortment
of silk scarves, professional ties, and various leather belts, some of them
menacingly studded.  They were sorted by intensity, so a length of
standard-issue clothesline was the next gradation, leading all the way up
to glistening metallic handcuffs and even cold iron chains.

   But what truly intrigued and terrified Daniel were the tools for torture
displayed on the other side of the desk.  From the sheer number and variety
of them, he guessed Laura had raided some professional dominatrix's
basement dungeon.  Some of the more commonplace pain-inflicting items were
familiar to him ~~ a wooden spoon, a twelve-inch riding crop, even a nasty
looking cat o' nine tails ~~ but some he didn't recognize.  Among the
curiosities was a leather contraption with a lock on the end of it.  He
wanted to ask what it was, but considering the grave situation he was in
with his mistress, he knew that it would be highly inappropriate.  The
possibilities for his punishment were seemingly endless, torments he had
never even dreamed possible, hence the erotic thoughts shooting through his
frazzled brain.

   "I have a very naughty boy to discipline," said Laura, taking a deep
breath to draw out her pronouncement, "and that wayward slave is you." It
was obvious to Daniel, now nearly swooning with a seemingly contradictory
mixture of apprehension and eagerness, that he was about to be scourged to
within an inch of his wretched life.  Unfortunately for him, his
coldhearted mistress seemed to be in no rush to tell him what his sentence
would be.  As a seasoned dominatrix, she knew only too well that the
anticipation of pain to come was often every bit as enticing as the pain
itself.  She was allowing Daniel's frenetically calculating brain to build
his own gallows, to make her more formidable than ever, only intensifying
the inevitable moment when she unleashed her considerable wrath on her
foolhardy slave.

   "Why don't you go over there and settle yourself against the cross."
Laura's preternaturally calm voice troubled Daniel, who far preferred the
straightforward anger that transformed his mistress into a vengeful goddess
as opposed to this unpredictable domme and her randomly impulsive whims. 
He also wondered what she meant by "the cross" until he noticed her hand
was stretching imperiously towards two supporting crossbeams in one corner
of his office, never having noticed that the twin inlaid beams did indeed
bear a striking resemblance to a classic Saint Andrew's cross.  Still
quaking with fear, he dutifully walked over and positioned himself against
the oaken timbers, positioning his legs so that his body formed an X and
found that heightened his sense of vulnerability, giving his heartless
dominatrix unfettered access to his entire backside.  "Close your eyes,"
his mistress soothingly called out, and he did, succumbing to his
submissive state.

   "I'm going to tie you up with this belt," Laura serenely stated, "tying
your wrists behind your back." She took Daniel's willingly proffered
wrists, which he had joined together over his head in the standard pose,
and moved them downward so they were resting against the small of his back.
She wound the sinuous strap of supple leather around his hands until the
bindings were secure, then somehow knotted the belt.  "Ok, try to escape."
He did not particularly want to escape, but he did not want to disobey his
mistress either, so he genuinely tugged at his bonds, trying to get loose.
Watching the brawny muscles of his bulging biceps and shoulders flex and
ripple with his concerted effort, Laura decided he legitimately could not
get out.  She brusquely turned him around and shoved him back against the
nearest wall.  His lustfully throbbing erection had once more slipped under
the hem of his dress and was blatantly spearing outwards.  Although his
mistress had already seen his erection a dozen times before, the mortifying
reality that his nakedly erect penis was on display like that made him
self-consciously blush.

   "Well, what should I do with you now?" Daniel could not answer her
because he was not sure.  He helplessly shrugged and tried to smile.  Just
being under his mistress' scrutiny while his arms were tied with the belt
was almost enough for him.

   "Okay, fine," Laura responded snippily, her kohl-rimmed eyes flashing.
"Since you don't seem capable of answering me, I think I'll masturbate."

   "Oh, God," slipped from Daniel's numbed lips.  He still had not seen
Laura naked, not even her luscious breasts, though she had tantalized him
with her hot body from the moment she revealed her outrageously sexy
outfit. He groaned as she sat down in a nearby leather chair and sluttishly
splayed her legs over each of the overstuffed arms.  To his eternal
frustration, her skirt inched up somewhat but not enough to reveal her
precious succulence and she seemed unwilling to reveal any more, dipping
her hand inside the stretched leather garment.  He strained his eyes on the
tempting bulge of her hand clearly fondling her most intimate flesh, noting
that a deep blush colored her fallen-angel features as she overtly played
with herself, and the distinctively erotic perfume of her free-flowing
honey tempted his nose mere moments later.

   "Don't you wish you could see my fingers sliding into my wet pussy,
Daniel?" Laura breathed, her voice husky and punctuated by her
increasingly-ragged breathing.  "I bet you do.  I bet you wish I would
demand that you come over here, get on your knees like the good little
slave you are, and bury your handsome face in my juicy cunny." The
silhouette of her hand revealed she had plunged at least one, and probably
two, fingers inside of herself, the squelchy sounds becoming more and more
prominent.  "But you are not going to get the chance.  Maybe if you'd
followed orders and not been so careless when you were massaging your
mistress..."

   Even though Daniel suspected that last bit was almost definitely just a
ruse, the notion made his aching erection jerk anyway.  What was certainly
not a ruse was just how incredibly aroused Laura was.  She had tossed her
head back, shut her eyes, and seemed to forget her slave completely as she
humped her hand.  He watched wide-eyed as her left hand slipped into her
dress and now she was thrusting several fingers into her gooey sex with one
hand while the other overtly diddled her clitoris, the resultant pleasures
making her gasp and mewl.  The provocatively squishy noises of her
self-love reached Daniel's ears, the fact that he could not assuagingly
touch himself all the more apparent as his impossibly-swollen penis
throbbed helplessly.  As he looked voyeuristically on, it was clear that
Laura was careening towards a shattering climax, her hips undulating like
waves on a tempest-tossed sea, her hitching breath punctuated with purling
whimpers, the sounds coming from her loins unspeakably sexy.  When she
reached her tumultuous orgasm, the bared muscles in her tummy clenching,
toes curling, her loins going strangely still and her mouth flung open in a
silent scream of savage joy, he thought he might spontaneously ejaculate.
Instead, he stayed at half-mast, his body electrified by the feeling of
being so close, yet so far.

   Laura did generously present Daniel with a teasing taste of her
scrumptious pussy ~~ via her bedewed fingers.  After she had recovered from
her turbulent climax, she got up then, sashayingly crossed the room,
slamming her wet, musky fingers into his mouth.  He greedily sucked on her
slender digits, grateful for this generous offering, but she pulled them
out all too soon and when she started freeing him from his bonds with an
aggravated hiss, he felt a sickening fear tighten in his stomach once more.
The look on her majestically beautiful face was already beginning to change
from the serenity of her descending orgasmic blisses to the seething fury
of a dominatrix displeased, her kohl-rimmed eyes as brooding and foreboding
as tropical skies moments before a typhoon strikes.

   "On your hands and knees, slave!" Laura suddenly shrieked.  Terrified by
her seething rage, Daniel unquestioningly did what he was told, his heart
exploding in his chest with dread anticipation of what she would do next.
He did not have to wait long, her unmitigated ire doing away with any
semblance of titillating teasing.  "Don't think for one moment I've
forgotten your naughtiness when you were massaging me.  How dare a
secretary even dream of touching her beloved boss's butthole, much less
with her dirty cock!  For your misdeeds, my little bitch, you are going to
receive ten lashes from my whip," she severely pronounced, gesturing to the
lithe leather riding crop she had picked up off the desk.  "I'm going to
beat your cute little ass raw!"

   To Daniel, Laura had never looked so absolutely breathtakingly
worshipful as she did at that moment, a regally beautiful dominatrix in
full dictatorial mode, strutting before him like a tigress surveying her
helpless prey, swishing the crop around before snapping the whip
menacingly. He also could have kicked himself for not having guessed this.
Had he really expected to be let off so lightly for such a heinous
transgression, sullying the chaste beauty of his mistress's innocent nether
hole with the grotesque manliness of his feeble penis?  The initial task,
being bound and watching as his mistress erotically pleasured herself, was
a pure rapture ~~ hardly making amends for all that he had done wrong that
week ~~ and he'd begun to self-interestedly enjoy all this far too much.

   While Daniel chastised himself for underestimating Laura's cruel mind
and her diabolical talents for bringing him calvary, she had begun
tauntingly trailing the surprisingly-soft tip along his quavering rump
before bringing the implement of his imminent torture up to his lips for
him to slavishly kiss that which was about to make him suffer.  With the
distinctive smell of well-oiled leather infusing his nostrils, his knees
turned to jelly, fearing that his tender ass, already blistered by his
mistress' bruising spanking, could not bear another beating.  Of course, if
he were truly naughty, perhaps she might surrender to her instinctive
sadistic urges and use that most legendary of whips: the cat o' nine tails!
Now that would truly be something out of his wildest submissive dreams!

   Without any further preliminaries, Laura raised the crop shoulder high
and sent it sailing through the air, the whistling noise of the sinuous
leather snapping making Daniel shudder even before it stridently thwacked
against his bubble butt.  He discovered that pain had a color: blinding
white, an immaculate purity of flawless agony.  When he issued an anguished
moan, she barkingly demanded silence, then bestowed his cowering buns
another ferocious blow.  The crop was proving remarkably sturdy for such a
flimsy looking device, its flexible rod snapping viciously against his
defenseless ass, no doubt mottling his poor buttocks in vivid streaks of
purple and scarlet.  But the whip also elicited a remarkably even
sensation, such that within three strokes, it felt as if his entire
hindquarters were consumed in cauterizing flame, no one area blazing any
fiercer than any other.  The rest of the flogging blows were deliberately
spaced out by a dominatrix a cut above all others, taking her time to
punish a slave who truly deserved it, each strike counted out loudly by the
icy-cold mistress.  She was sadistically savoring every moment of Daniel's
submission and her brutally powerful blows became a blur of fiery sensation
immolating his tender flesh.  It was only the last lash, an expertly placed
strike on the pendulous sac, the resultant shockwave threatening to rupture
his poor testicles, which left him pathetically whimpering, tears welling
up in his eyes, a broken man under the heel of his mistress.  It was a
truly splendid thing!

   While Daniel writhed in agony on the floor, he noted Laura's clacking
footsteps approaching.  Once more his vision was filled with the awesome
sight of her spiked stilettos as she stood before him, then crouched
downwards.  For the first time he noticed his indulgent mistress' elegant
hands and more specifically her long and impeccably manicured fingernails.
They were, like the rest of her, a work of art, polished a deceptively
girlish bright cotton-candy-pink hue, each affixed with a sparkling faux
diamond, each filed to seeming razor sharpness.

   "You like my nails, do you?" Laura breathed, her mellifluous voice once
again calmed to a smoky alto.  "Well, perhaps, my pretty little slave,
you've learned your lesson this time and can enjoy some of the true
delights I can offer you.  Why don't you get up to your hands and knees?"

   Despite the smoldering ache still suffusing his scourged rump, Daniel
obediently rolled over until he was in the standard crouching position.  He
felt disturbed when Laura came up behind him on her knees, troubled by the
fact that she was in the classic male doggystyle position while he was in
the feminine position.  The strangely disconcerting feeling subsided when
she scratched her nails down his back, making him shiver with the unique
pleasure.  Her nails tickled but also made him long for her to move them
lower.  But somehow, though they had just begun to get intimate, his
mistress understood his unspoken needs, and not just his physical ones. 
Very quickly she cunningly discovered which areas of his naked body were
the most sensitive, like the back of his neck, and shrewdly stimulated
those pleasure points, his revivified penis visibly jolting at the rasping
graze over his goose-pimpled skin.

   "Look at those pretty marks," Laura sultrily breathed, then flashed her
trademark devilish smile.  "I had my nails done with a special acrylic to
make them extra tough.  You'll see how rough I can be with them." She was
proving to be a very-hands on sort of mistress, continuously tracing
sensual lines all over the upper half of Daniel's muscular body, scraping
his torso from the nape of his neck all the way down to the hollow of the
small of his back, skating over ridged tendons and heavy thews, until she
reached his bruised ass.  At first, he naively thought she would take pity
on him, but instead the coldhearted domme mercilessly worked him over,
drawing the miniskirt down over his thighs before pressing all ten
lusciously lacquered tips into his plush cheeks.  He dropped his head down,
squinched closed his eyes, and tried to bear the exquisite agony of her
prickly nails sinking remorselessly into his battered flesh.  Judging his
pain threshold to perfection, she took him just as far as he could endure,
and he noticed to his horror that his tormented penis had once more swollen
to beefy erection and, temporarily freed from its bondage of women's
clothing, was swaying beneath him.  His poor manhood had been brought so
close so many times that he thought he might actually come but she must
have noticed his precarious state because she drew back, taunting him with
her supreme power over his sexuality.

   Though Laura had let up nailing Daniel's distressed ass, she had kept on
going, those razor-sharp nails playing along the bulging swells of his
heavily muscled legs.  He fruitlessly clutched at the highly polished floor
for purchase as she ran her talons down the backs of his tanned thighs,
laughing slightly as she reached the naked skin at the backs of his knees.
Like all skilled dominatrices, she knew all of a submissive's tender
points, the ones that are easily stimulated and the ones that prone to be
ticklish.  He put his head down further, his well-shaped tush rising higher
in the air, as she moved down to one the most notoriously ticklish spots of
all: the bottoms of his feet.  As she removed his high heels and started
her torturing efforts, Daniel thought that his feet would have been made
invulnerable by decades of athletic endeavors including regular jogging and
an enjoyment of walking barefoot on the sizzling cement surrounding his
pool during Blue Bay's tropical summer heat, but even with the toughened
calluses there, her boogieing talons made it a distinctively erotic
experience.
On Laura's order, Daniel flipped over onto his back, the poling length
of his hefty organ proving her ability to make an intimate connection
between his toes and his manhood.  His whole body tingled with a delectable
frisson and his erection jutted straight up like some kind of fleshy
obelisk.  "Lift your arms above your head," his mistress coldly commanded
him, and he hurried to do as he was directed, knowing that his pleasure
came from obeying her.  He also secretly wanted to see ~~ and feel ~~ where
those audacious nails would go next.  He got his answer immediately as she
abruptly shoved apart his legs before harshly raking his ankles with her
fingernails, seemingly scraping the very bone.  Then she ran one of the
little jewels over his sweat-sheened skin.  That strange sensation was
markedly different, but still peculiarly enjoyable.  Her raking claws were
making their way steadily up his splayed legs, and his thickened erection
jerked wildly.  He impotently watched it spasm, willing it to stay still
and not make a fool out of himself, even though it must have been very
obvious to his mistress how energetically he responded to her scrabbling

touch.

   Laura had now begun to scrape her girlishly colored nails along the
tender skin of Daniel's inner thighs, the most sensitive (with one glaring
exception) flesh of his entire body.  At first he flinched, not because it
particularly hurt but because he was not used to anyone touching him there,
this frequently neglected erogenous zone.  Then he got used to the
titillating sensation, and very soon he craved it.  He wanted her to
scratch him harder but did not think it was the place of a toadying slave
to give even the humblest of suggestions to his mistress.  He turned out
right to trust her, because her scratching strokes soon got rougher, making
his nerves sing, undoubtedly leaving a roadmap of fine crimson lines on his
sun-burnished flesh.

   "Do you want my pretty nails on your cock, slave?" Laura asked.  "If so,
I want to hear you beg."

   "Please, mistress.  I want to feel your nails all over me, especially on
my cock and balls.  I want you to make them throb even more than they
already are." Daniel could see Laura's shiny nails, deeply polished to a
shimmering sheen, so tantalizingly close to his futilely straining penis,
yet it was entirely up to her whether she would heed his beseeching plea.
His mistress looked at him thoughtfully, her natural luminescence making
her innate beauty all the more terribly attractive, then licked one
elegantly shaped finger and pressed it against his nipple, which had
already drawn into a hard, beady point.  Her lacquered claws were in the
vicinity but not exerting any actual pressure.  Then she flicked one strong
talon against his wrinkled nubbin, and he very nearly sobbed with pleasure.
This was one of the last untouched portions of his body, oft neglected by
his other, less attentive lovers, and he gasped as the ensuing sparkling
bliss spread through his body.  She did it again, harder this time, the
momentary shocking impact giving way to a glinting pleasure.  Daniel
remembered that as a horny teenager, having his remarkably sensitive
nipples pinched or simply stroked was enough to make him ejaculate.  Though
their sensitivity had diminished somewhat, they were still highly sensate,
something he considered a mixed blessing because on rare occasion he had
bedded women who lustily sucked the nubs until he couldn't help but spurt,
the innocent girls squealing their understandable shock as he began
squirting his creamy goo all over.

   Perhaps because of preternatural powers of perception, or perhaps
because of her notoriously capricious whims, Laura only flicked each of
Daniel's hypersensitive nipples a few times before moving downward.  His
fully inflated penis was swollen solid and obscenely engorged, still
standing upright, and at first she almost reverentially traced her nails
over his impressive dimensions.  The polished talons discovered the
imposing proportions of the torpedo-shaped appendage, from the
arrow-straight height of his bulky shaft to the remarkably compact glans,
the ridge hardly flaring out at all, looking more like a simple
streamlining to the blunted tip.  She was touching him only hard enough to
tickle but he moaned nonetheless, determined not to beg again.  She kept
going on his meaty member, pressuring her razor-like claws more heavily
each subsequent time until in mere moments she was making his whole body
tremble, the squirming Daniel terrified of the prospect of coming in his
mistress face from the stimulation she was providing.  Then the mercurial
mistress suddenly moved on to his swollen scrotum, while keeping the chunk
base of his sprouting organ trapped between her other fingers.  The feel of
her long nails poking at his heavy balls was an exquisite sensation, one
that that seemed to siphon the boiling semen up from his full-to-the-brim
balls and into the base just behind her constricting fingers, raring to
burst so roaringly they threatened to make Vesuvius pale in comparison.

   Just when Daniel thought he would not be able to contain himself a
moment longer, his unpredictable mistress abandoned him.  She rose to her
feet, and towering over her prone slave, scolded him once more.  "I can see
that you are very skilled at dicktation," she said, emphasizing the naughty
word in her pun, "but being an executive's assistant is a hell of a lot
more than that.  We're about to see just how devoted to your job you truly
are."

   While an astounded Daniel got to his feet, dutifully slipping back into
his high heeled shoes and tugging his miniskirt to a more respectable
state, careful not to touch his dangerously inflamed erection, he started
thinking that maybe, just maybe, Laura was just crazy, a true
schizophrenic. He shook his head as he watched her hurry off to fetch God
knows what props from her secret stash.  What she produced flabbergasted
him, not only because of what it was but also because of its staggering
ramifications.  Still wearing her crimson leather miniskirt, she began
carefully buckling the encircling straps of a harness about her flaring
hips.  She then produced an eight-inch dildo and attached it firmly in
place.  The dong was hardly realistic, made of a semi-clear jellied
material and colored a feminine magenta hue, and glaringly missing any
scrotal sac.  However, it was realistically formed, probably molded from a
porn star's penis, complete with a distinctive bulbous glans, raised
striations on the shaft, and a subtle but noticeable upward curve.  Its
sight unnerved Daniel but he could not keep his eyes off the dong bouncing
between his mistress shapely thighs as she strode purposefully toward his
chief executive's luxury chair.

   "I need a secretary," Laura announced in a feigned husky voice, cleverly
mimicking the distinctive rhythm and pattern of Daniel's accented speech.
"And while it would be nice for her to have an ability to take calls or
write shorthand, my assistant's primary responsibility will be giving me
blowjobs." To complete the role reversal, she reclined back in the plush
leather chair, swung her legs up on the desk, and grabbed her rubber
phallus.  She looked at home in the CEO's hot seat and equally at home
masturbating the dauntingly sized cock between her splayed legs.  Although
blessed with buoyantly firm breasts and a sumptuously feminine, hourglass
figure, she had no problem adapting to a masculine role.  In fact, at that
moment, his mistress seemed much more of a man to him than he was, and
certainly much more worthy of possessing a big, thick cock.  While he
looked and felt degraded wobbling about in his high heels, decidedly
uncomfortable in his constrictive miniskirt, and ashamed by the bright
lipstick smeared on his mouth, his mistress looked sensational in her
shimmering leather corset and stiletto heels.  She looked even more
sensational sitting in his chair, invitingly fondling her gelled cock,
lowering her legs, dangling one heel from her freshly-painted toe-tips. .

   Needing to prove himself somehow to his demanding mistress, Daniel fell
to his hands and knees and crawled beneath the desk to literally kiss her
feet, pressing his smooching lips to the girlishly painted toes poking out
of her sky-high pumps.  Laura obligingly raised her foot and pushed the tip
of her shoe between his smooching lips.  At first, he simply smelled the
high-polished black patent leather, inhaling the scent, noticing that the
shoes didn't really need cleaning but his mistress had ordered him.  So he
stuck out his nimble tongue and set about buffing it to a lustrous shine
his mistress could see her gorgeous face in.  It was such a debasing
pleasure to be down on his knees before her and working in the shadow of
her fulsome cleavage.  He was where he belonged.  This was the real Daniel
down there.  The despotic guy at work was a role he played to earn the
respect of his employees, but his true vocation was selfless service of his
mistress.

   "Faster, slave," ordered Laura as Daniel fawningly licked her stiletto
clean, moving incrementally from the tip to both the upper and the inner
sole and then up the arch to his favorite part ~~ the long, sharp heel.  He
sat back, lifted her shoe in his hand and took its six-inch length fully
inside his salivating mouth, wrapping his lips around the sharp spike. 
"Suck it good," she commanded, and he endeavored to do just as she asked,
slurping and suckling, drawing the full length in and bobbing his head up
and down in a very good imitation of fellatio.  His mistress aided him by
offering the other shoe, extending both of her legs at once, the action
serving to raise her skirt and he had a tantalizing glimpse of a pair of
drenched panties stretched taut along the silhouetted contours of a very
aroused pussy before he was forced to refocus on his blowing.  With his
pursed lips sliding back and forth along the phallic heel, his cheeks drawn
in a vacuuming suction, the sharp-eyed domme was quick to spot his
blowjob-like actions.  He got a real submissive kick when she
contemptuously called him a "dirty cocksucker," adding sarcastically he was
great at giving head.  But there was sting in the tail of her backhanded
compliment.  "If you really want to give head," she said sneeringly, her
right hand clutched at the base of her strap-on dildo, flopping the mighty
dong about, "come up here and take a look at something."

   Obedient to the last, Daniel rose from the floor and knelt at his
mistress's side to see what she had to offer.  It turned out she had been
watching pornographic movies all along, and each one seemed focused on the
same thing ~~ fellatio.  As they watched a cheaply produced video of a
lustily talented girl taking a horse-hung guy's huge penis down her throat,
Laura commented on the techniques the starlet was employing, looking to
teach her slave the finer points of advanced cocksucking.  "Do you see that
woman right there?" she asked, bringing up a new window where a petite
redhead was somehow swallowing an impossibly oversized cock, the look of
insatiable lust on the voracious fellatrix's face unmistakable.  That
expression of selfless bliss in servicing her aggressively face-pumping
lover in this salacious way made Daniel's throbbing erection ache with
unfulfilled need.  In his secret taboo fantasies he had longed to do
exactly this but had never had the courage to tell even the most
uninhibited women he had slept with, for fear of their mocking him.  Now he
was going to be given the opportunity.  "That's going to be you ~~ but it's
my big cock you're going to be deepthroating!"

   When Daniel had taken in about as much on-screen fellatio as his
vertiginously swirling brain could handle, Laura jerked him away and
forcefully shoved him back down to his knees before her.  As turned on as
he was, the executive momentarily hesitated.  He sincerely wanted to suck
it, but was suddenly uncertain he would be able to.  He decided he was up
for the salacious challenge, especially since if he wanted to stay in this
uniquely satisfying relationship with his dominant mistress, he would have
to at least give it an honest try.  He somehow knew that if it was really
too much for him to handle, his dominatrix would ease up, but he earnestly
wanted to take the whole thing to please her.  Glancing upwards, he saw she
had kept the porn playing, but had muted the computer.  "I want to be able
to hear your groans as you swallow this big cock ~~ I got the largest one
they had ~~ just for you!" she exclaimed.  "Now, start by kissing your way
up my legs, and don't even think about touching yourself!"

   Inspired by Laura's lustiness, Daniel did as he was ordered, slathering
steamy kisses on her shapely calves and sleek thighs, already able to smell
her sweetly-scented arousal as he tried to keep his smooching mouth steady.
He looked up at her as his lush lips traced their way along the smoothly
flowing contours of her long legs.  He was hoping she might give him some
small sign of approval but she just looked down upon him smugly, as if she
had been waiting their whole relationship to flaunt her superiority ~~ not
to mention her humongous dong ~~ in his face.  He kept on going, making
sure to pay due attention to every inch of her shapely legs, lest she think
he was carelessly racing through to get to the phallic treasure above.  In
fact, when she deemed his osculatory actions too hasty, she shoved his head
down and said, "Show your respect." Under the shadow of his mistress'
jutting dildo, he kissed her creamy thighs as passionately as he'd ever
kissed any woman's lips, the temptation to stroke his own penis almost
unbearable, but he wanted to please his domme.

   When Daniel reached the base of the latex phallus, Laura took her mock
penis in hand and tapped it against his lips, saying "Suck my cock, slave
boy." He dutifully did as he was told, nosing into the lengthy shaft then
swirlingly licking his way along the upright trunk, exploring the subtle
grooves and ridges with his flickering tongue.  When he reached the flaring
ridge, he opened his salivating mouth and took the bulbous head between his
lips to take his first taste of cock.  Even though hers was made of
silicone, it was soothingly warm from her radiant bodyheat.  Guided by her
directing fingers, steering his oral actions via gentle pressures on his
skull and scalp, he began to suckle, discovering for the first time the
delicious sensation of hungrily nursing on such a large yet
surprisingly-ductile organ.  He was amazed at how natural it was to glide
his skittering tongue along it's imposing dimensions, to hollow his velvety
cheeks inwards for a suctioning embrace, and to let it slide from his
ovalled lips with the distinctive wet plopping noise he had always assumed
was affected.



   Risking a quick look up, Daniel saw Laura was once more looking at the
computer, which he could now just barely make out from the corner of his
eye.  She had apparently changed websites because now she was watching a
leather-clad dominatrix penetrating a cowering male slave from the rear. 
Was that what she had in store for him?  Without even meaning too, his
virgin rectum started twitching with raunchy anticipation.  He shuddered
with debauched pleasure at the taboo thought of taking that dauntingly
proportioned jellied penis between his tight buttcheeks, and the intense
look of studied concentration in his mistress' sparkling eyes left him no
doubt that she planned to recreate the smutty image on the computer in
vivid reality.  With that in mind, he took as much of the oversized penis
into his constricting mouth as he comfortably could, backing off when he
felt the plum-like tip started nearing his tonsils, slurping his lips up
and down the towering column, in an attempt to make it as slippery wet as
possible.  It looked as though his saliva would be the only source of
lubrication, so he really needed to prove his mettle as an insatiable
blowjob queen.

   "Trust me, you'll want it wetter than that," Laura said patronizingly,
now oglingly watching his obscenely-stretched lips glide up and down her
latex cock.  Daniel suspected that perhaps the dildo's base was cleverly
molded in some way to pleasure the female wearer because her face was
blushing and her eyes were becoming hazy, as if his mouth's rhythmic
motions were being transmitted directly into her tender pussy.  She thrust
her crotch forward, hardly giving her slave a chance to prepare for this
invasion, forcing an extra couple of inches of molded gel into his
omnivorously devouring mouth.  The hefty bulb lodged into his throat and
his gag reflexes automatically kicked in, making him almost choke.  His
first instinct was to retch it out but, remembering he was being judged by
the cooly gauging eyes of his mistress, he controlled himself by force of
will and, with tears welling up in his eyes, opened up his throat and let
the entire monster slither in.  Elated with a rush of unexpected triumph,
he also discovered, to his amazement, that deepthroating felt good and
triggered something in his body that made his own penis throb with all the
ferocious agony of an infected tooth.  With all of the headily unfamiliar
sensations washing over him, he was terribly worried that with all this
pent-up desire he might involuntarily come.



   Laura apparently enjoyed Daniel's experimental fellatio because she
started audibly moaning and wantonly thrusting her curvaceous hips up at
him, shamelessly fucking his handsome face.  "You look so pretty in your
high heels and miniskirt, almost like a girl except you have that big
hard-on.  Maybe I'll teach you how to hide it better in the future," she
said, making the aforementioned erection sympathetically jerk.  He ignored
his critical condition, focusing on the tasty cock in his mouth as if it
were thrillingly alive, grabbing the base of her hefty shaft, jerking it
hard while suckling on the tip.  His dexterous tongue whorled all around
the rotund crown, drenching it with plenty of slick drool, liking how it
got easier to maneuver, swiveling his neck, bobbing his head up and down,
the more accustomed he got and the wetter with his copious saliva he made
it.  He put his whole body into his fellating efforts, wanting to please
her ~~ and not just because it was what his mistress required of him.  She
instilled in him a healthy desire to be his best self, to be her ultimate
sex-slave but also to be the best person he could be.  Even when he was
humiliatingly down on his knees noisily sucking her plastic penis, he felt
more proud of himself than ever and knew this positive energy would
transfer to the rest of his life.  When his colleagues would tell him he
looks great, like he'd been on a relaxing vacation, he knew he would be
smiling a secret smile and laugh it off, his inner glow having come from
his new role and his stellar success as her selflessly devoted slave.

   "Bend over the desk, slave," Laura abruptly ordered, refusing to delay
the inevitable for another second.  That dildo was going up his ass!  The
powerful CEO of a globally respected company, a multi-millionaire, the
dynamic leader of men, was about to be bent over then sodomized by a lowly
secretary.  Quaking with lewd excitement at the prospect of her reaming
penetration, he let the plastic phallus slip out of his vacuuming mouth and
then got to his feet.  He turned around, obediently leaning across what was
once his desk.  She had taken unquestioned control of his private office,
turning it into a den of sexual depravity in which she could chastise him.
The skin-tight leather miniskirt squeaked as she hitched it up his uptilted
ass.  Next, his mistress spat in her hand and used the saliva to liberally
grease his puckered nether hole.  Simply feeling her touch that unsullied
orifice made him groan as he thought of what the bestially sized dildo
would feel like penetrating him.

   When Laura unceremoniously jabbed her finger into his quavering rectum,
the brusqueness of the gesture took Daniel completely by surprise, making
him think that a red-hot poker had been forced up his virginal ass.  He
stiffened his entire body as a wave of pain engulfed him, and he opened his
mouth to scream ... but no noise came out.  The only sound he heard was his
own voice crying out in his mind, making him think that he was screaming.
He gasped then, his breath rasping between his teeth and filling his lungs
...  and then the pain was gone, just as suddenly as it had appeared, and
he was left with the strangely wonderful sensation of a woman's slim finger
boldly poking around in his clutching anus.  When his mistress began to
pull it out, he actually experienced a feeling of regret, and this time,
when she thrust it in again, he relaxed his sphincterial muscles, letting
the finger slide in and out painlessly.  He felt himself becoming stretched
and within a matter of only a few minutes, he was actually shamelessly
wriggling his rump as two fingers were sluicing in and out of his back
channel, making him ready for the imminent invasion.

   Laura must have sensed from the writhing of Daniel's body that he had
capitulated mind, body and soul, and knew instinctively that it was time.
His mistress removed her probing digits and, when she raised up behind his
uptilted buttocks on her knees, he waited apprehensively with eyes closed
for the oversized dildo to begin its assault on his virgin hole.  All the
muscles in his body tensed in trepidation as he felt the rubbery head of
the big dong exploring him from behind through the gaping gash in his
pantyhose.  "Remember," she murmured, her hands tightly gripping his thighs
as she slid the bulbous head between the globular cheeks, running it's
insinuating tip between his pink anal lips, readying herself to ram the
eight-inch dildo into his ass.  "This is what you did to me." She paused
when the blunted dome was poised at the tiny, tender opening of his anal
passage like a sword, ready to plunge into him.  And then he truly
comprehended the awesome reality of what was about to happen.

   SHE WAS REALLY GOING TO FUCK HIM THERE ...  IN HIS ASS!!!!

   Daniel wanted to cry out as the realization and all of it's profound
ramifications finally dawned on him, but without Laura's permission he
dared not to, biting his fist to muffle the piteous whimper that was
threatening to escape his lips.  Obviously he had seen the jellied phallus
before, had had earlier fantasies of indulging in unnatural sex with her,
but now, feeling it intimately nestled between the soft warm hemispheres of
his quivering ass, it was huge ...  massive!  Perhaps he had bitten off
more than he could chew.  Again his mouth opened to howl, and again nothing
came out ...  just the subconscious voice making him think he was
shrieking. But if shrieking itself is a release, so is its illusion, and as
the gibbering voice inside his fretful mind died down, his most secret
thoughts started to clamor.  While the socitized part of him had never
thought that anything could possibly be more degrading than being
sodomized, here he was, ready, willing, and as able as he would ever be to
take the gelled penis of a near stranger up into his cringing rectal
passage.  His anxious anus had narrowed considerably since his mistress'
initial fingering, which would make her violation of his virginity all the
more pleasurable.

   Swinging forward, Laura wormed the first, small portion of the
mushroomed head into Daniel's anus with a slight pop as the tiny puckered
mouth gave way to her insistent pressure.  He pathetically groaned into his
clenched fist but his mistress still continued her insistent penetration of
his satiny rectal channel, slowly submerging the massive dildo up inside in
slow, tormenting inches.  He realized he was now completely as she eased
ever more of the large dong into his snugly tight aperture, agonizingly
aware of the clenching fist of his burning entrails as they closed over the
thick phallus like a custom-made fleshy glove.  When his mistress gave a
quick hip-thrusting stab, he vainly tried to pull away as the rubber cock
battered its way through the ineffectively resisting barriers of his
cinched inner muscles but he was too fully impaled now by the enormously
spiking dildo.  His devastated mind seethed with the disquieting knowledge
that he could only flash signals that it was all right because he could do
nothing else to counteract the ruthless plundering of his backside.  The
gelled phallus moved forward inexorably and all he could do was think
crazily, `It's all right ...  it's all right ...'

   "Relax, slave!" Laura commanded, giving Daniel's already well-flogged
ass another stinging swat of her hand.  "Now, push back.  Push back, you
hot little bitch!"

   "Oooooohhhhh ..." Daniel piteously moaned as he began unquestioningly
pushing back onto the searing rod stretching his anal muscles behind the
driving blunt head, his tremulous inner membranes gripping the spearing
dildo tightly, as if trying to gauge the exact shape and size of the
monster invading them.  He felt her razor-sharp talons digging into his
hips, her white-knuckled fingers gripping the tenderness of his flesh to
keep him as steady as possible.  He paradoxically reveled in it, wanting to
feel as much of her cock up his ass as he could.  He had never dreamed that
it could be like this.  With each thickened inch she punched into him, he
felt another stab of searing pain, and as soon as he thought he would never
be able to stand it, the blinding anguish vanished, replaced by a sequence
of exquisite spasms shooting through his ruptured sphincter.  The mere
thought that one of his employees might come into his office at any moment
and see him like this, dressed in the garb of a transvestite with a
leather-clad dominatrix behind him, her hands on his hips and her long
thick dong inching slowly but surely up into his bowels, made him feel
giddy with sinfully-sweet wickedness.  He began to pray that his executive
assistant would enter the office ...  not so she could prevent Laura from
sodomizing him, but so that she could watch!

   "You're not supposed to be enjoying this," Laura reprimanded Daniel
sternly, but the intensely aroused CEO could not obey her.  He gutturally
groaned as the dong traveled ever deeper inside him, gritting his teeth,
determined that he was strong enough to wait out the crimson rush of
agonizing pain that went arcing the length of his spine, not simply because
it hurt, but because it hurt so good.  He clenched his eyes shut, sweat
beading up on his forehead and trickling down his flushed face, achingly
aware that his responsive anus was constantly spasming around the phallic
implement as she pushed it relentlessly forward.  He could do it!  He could
take it all!  Mere moments later, the vicious dong surged into the full
confines of his satiny back passage until his mistress had bottomed out,
her sleek thighs slapping harshly against the curve of his upturned ass.

   Crooning with debauched delight, Laura almost immediately eased into a
rhythm of slow, steady thrusts, but with his virginal anus barely
lubricated, it felt like high-speed fucking to Daniel.  This now seemed
like the cruelest subjugation, and he dug his own nails into his palms and
bit his lower lip as the lashing pain the ferocious ravishing of his back
canal was engendering stung his mind insensate.  But for all his
humiliation and misery over the situation to which he had allowed himself
to fall prey, he began to sense that he was besieged with contradictory
emotions and tumultuous sensations.  On one hand, he felt as if he were
being ripped to shreds by the sizzling, sledgehammer-like enormity of the
violating dildo.  His sadistic mistress was already energetically pumping
her curvaceous hips back and forth ...  back and forth like a diesel-fueled
engine.  Her near-motorized motions drove her jellied penis in and out of
him like a streamlined piston...  fitting and refitting her loins against
the fleshy cheeks of his bubble ass, jabbing the bulbous tip as far up into
his silky rectal depths as she could.

   But on the other hand, as the pain slowly subsided, Daniel found that as
long as he submissively yielded to the turbulent sensations streaming
through his body, while his conscious mind was appalled by what was
happening, there was a tiny voice that whispered it was delightful ... 
more than delightful.  Laura's remorseless pillaging of his
previously-untouched fundament was now undeniably not as painful as it had
been when she first thrust her big dong in.  There was an odd mixture of
carnal stimulation joining in, and the constant plunging was now more a odd
discomfort than true torture, and he felt strangely hot between his
dildo-skewered buttocks ~~ hot and morbidly ashamed, for he was being
sodomized and knew it, and yet the searing pain was slowly turning weirdly
enjoyable.  He tried to concentrate on these disgusting, perverted
responses of his, but his mistress thrust a buttock-splitting jolt into him
just then and, astonished, he found that he automatically squirmed back on
the beefy shaft, heaving and undulating his body, moving his rump in tiny,
welcoming circles.

   Daniel could not halt the maddening excitement that was starting to
reach him through the torment of muscle and flesh.  When a violent shudder
rippled through him, he fell to mumbling unintelligibly, wiggling his
muscular thighs salaciously back against his mistress' implacably pounding
dildo, unable to comprehend what was seething through his body ... but too
dizzyingly numbed by his overwhelming growth of unquenchable lust-fire to
question it.  Intensifying his dilemma was Laura suddenly reaching between
his widespread legs to cup his swaying scrotum in her palm, playfully
squeezing the heavy orbs of his aching balls.  This was the most intimate
she had been with him yet and a ragged moan of jubilation tore through him.
He was achingly aware of the pressure building up in his hungrily surging
penis and, try as he might, he couldn't feel his initial pain any longer ~~
only the sweet heat and his mistress's magnificent dildo mercilessly
pummeling his battered rectum and gapingly widened anus.  He dropped his
shoulders to the desk, raising his shapely rump and well-formed thighs
higher in the air so that she could pump up into his heaving belly more
deeply.

   Squeals of unbridled pleasure burst from her pouty lips as Laura
inexorably hammered the dildo in and out of Daniel's acquiescent ass.  He
felt the thick rubber sextoy deliciously stretching his rectum, leaving his
once demure anus a yawing maw.  The tempo was steadily escalating now, with
each new jabbing thrust delivered harder than the last.  When he moaned
loudly with masochistic pleasure, she leaned over, the supple leather of
her corset brushing enticingly along his bare back, and harshly spanked his
tremulous bare butt with resounding wallops, imperiously demanding silence.
Cranking up the erotic tension still further, she then began sluttishly
whispering into his ear about how the dildo had a special base made of
dozens of feathery-soft feelers that were pressed right up against her
clitoris.  That meant the harder his mistress screwed him, the more her
tender clit would get stimulated.  And since her chief goal was to make
herself climax, that could really only mean one thing.

   Rising back up, Laura suddenly ordered Daniel to look to his left. 
Dazzled by the dizzying sensations swirling through him, it took him a few
moments to understand what it was she was gesturing to, but once he saw it,
he felt his vision start to haze over by the libidinous depravity he was
witnessing.  His mistress had pitched the full-length mirror behind his
desk that he would vainly preen himself in to reflect the depths of
turpitude to which he had sunk.  He watched as his mistress was mounted
above his pale, moon-shaped bottom, seeing the reddish skin of his round
little anus draw back with the mighty dong, grasping it as if it did not
want her to leave, the type of squeeze that vacuumed with the ferocity of
an oceanic whirlpool.  But even more shocking was seeing his own slavish
submission to her near-rape of his backside, a violation that he was in no
way protesting but clearly relishing, his complexion flushed to a near
crimson, his limbs twitching spasmodically like the insane throes of a
madman, rivulets of sweat drenching his lust-heated body.  He was
undeniably hers!  A slave, willfully submitting to her every whim.  All of
a sudden, he realized, at least in that moment, that that was all he was to
Laura ~~ a nameless anal orifice, no more than a hole for her to fuck, but
the feeling of utter submissiveness, instead of making him feel degraded
and abased, made him unspeakably horny.  The crushing nervous tension of
the week disappeared in this, his ultimate subjugation!  His searing sexual
tension needed to find some release ~~ and soon!

   As the full-length of the gigantic dildo continuously slammed up his
clutching fundament, Daniel heard an orgasmic groan from behind him, a
gasped obscenity followed by a series of choking sobs.  And he was gifted
with the distinctive perfume of her pussy, the clitoral stimulation at his
mistress' end of the dildo doubtlessly having instigated a veritable deluge
of cloyingly-sweet girlcum to gush from her enraptured cunny.  His anus
spasmed sympathetically as he treasured the precious thought that he'd
played some miniscule part in this cold-hearted dominatrix's blissful
climax, even if all he had done was supply her with a puckered ring to
penetrate.  He vividly pictured the feathery nubbins on the base of the
dildo rubbing tantalizingly against her swollen pink clit, insistently
chafing at it more forcefully the harder she humped him.  It was his gift
to her ~~ letting her pump him as hard as she could while he was bent over
the desk like a fifty-dollar hooker, with his skirt tugged up and his
panties yanked down.

   "You naughty, nasty boy," Laura panted when she had regained her breath,
her hips once again moving in a smoothly sodomizing churn, but the
cold-hearted edge to her domineering voice was gone, replaced by a silky
purr.  Reaffirming Daniel's suspicions was her hand reaching downwards to
take hold of his throbbing penis.  She tested the rigidity of his engorged
manhood by running her long, razor-honed fingernails along his tumescent
shaft.  He moaned with unabashed joy as her nails teased him, but while she
feigned annoyance at his display of selfish pleasure, he could not help but
notice his mistress' renewed deepstrokings into his satiny anus were now
aimed directly at stimulating his prostate.  Every time she jabbed into
that oft-neglected masculine nerve nexus, a luminescent spark ignited deep
in his sphincter.  Wild convulsions made his rectal muscles start to tense
up tight and he suddenly realized he could feel the genesis of his orgasm
igniting in his loins, and a wild excitement rippling throughout him.  He
felt as if he were melting, as if his entire being were being immersed in
voluptuous waves of luscious pleasure, making her actions seem delicious ~~
ooooooh sooooooo delicious.

   With Laura, drawn on like an infused satyr, still driving her monstrous
dildo into the soft, pliant cheeks of Daniel's perspiring buttocks and her
fingers still titillatingly stroking his rigid length, she seemed to feel
the spiraling sexual crisis in his twitching cock.  She also must have
sensed the fiery ache in his swollen testicles, heavy with the succulent
seed that had to be emptied soon or burst from the excruciatingly sumptuous
pressure so she began aggressively tugging upon his hefty organ and that
was the trigger for his explosive climax.  As the mellifluous tingling
began resounding in his scrumptiously skewered rectum, he suddenly realized
it was happening for him.  He could feel his rational sense of self getting
swept away in the swirling, boiling vortex of debauched excitement.  He
felt extraordinarily rampageous thrills surging through his incited loins,
his entire body feeling effervescent with heightened passion and
uninhibited sensuality.  There was no doubt about it.  He was going to cum!

   "May I come?" Daniel gasped, his hitching breath pure fire in the
infernal bellows that were his overtaxed lungs as he waited for his
mistress' response.

   "Yes, you may," Laura said strangely solemnly.

   "Oooohhhhh, yes ...  yes." Daniel blurted to the leather-clad dominatrix
sodomizing him.  "I'm cuuuummmmmmiinnnggggg!" Straightaway, his ravished
rectum began to echo the sweet throbbing in his cock, helped immeasurably
by the fact that Laura was still pumping the dildo in and out.  Unlike a
man, who has to stop sexing after his tumultuous orgasm, his mistress could
keep on sexing him forever.  Her feminine powers would never dwindle or
flaccid.  Quite the opposite, they would continuously grow in strength,
with her clitoral climax intensifying into a multiple peak of orgasmic
bliss of never-ending throbs and girlcum-squirting pulsations.  It was this
female supremacy that brought him to his own turbulent climax ~~ a climax
which he would have stoutly and angrily denied could happen only an hour
before ~~ and he creamed out his spiraling pinnacle of release.  The first
torrents of his white-hot seed gushed through his desire-wrenched shaft
with the force of a fire-hose stream.  Through the cannonading blasts of
iridescent ecstasy, he noted Laura cooing with undisguised delight at each
splattery splashdown, her fondling fingers milking out another and another
blasting jet of creamy semen.  She nursed him of all he had to offer,
draining the bubbling seed that had broken out of the reservoir of his
balls, leaving him gasping in the throes of pure rapture...

   After Laura withdrew her mighty dong from the ringent hole leading to
her slave's ultimately deflowered, thoroughly sodomized rectum, she fell
over on top of him with a deep sigh.  Daniel, unable to support himself,
his every muscle trembling from sheer exhaustion, collapsed beneath the
dominatrix and lay on his belly, his throbbing body falling into an obscene
spread-eagle position, his legs still splayed wide.  It was in this
vulnerable position, defenseless in both mind and body, that he heard his
beloved mistress's voice whispering in his ear.  Once again, she chastised
him for experiencing sexual pleasure, but explained that she was not angry
with him.  She said she understood how any red-blooded slave would find it
hard to avoid arousal when massaging, or being massaged by, his mistress,
especially if she was a statuesque goddess in a skin-tight leather corset.
As she drew herself upwards, stretching like a lioness, she said she was
disappointed by his lack of discipline but was prepared to let him use his
tongue to make suitable amends for his unfortunate lapse in behavior.

   "But for all your many faults, I have to admit, my pet," Laura said with
a sinister smile as she removed her harness.  "I like that you find me
irresistible." For the first time, she kicked off her stiletto heels, then
unfastened her garters and rolled her silk stockings down her
buttery-smooth thighs.  And with a few twists of her hands curled around to
loosen the binding ties of her corset at her back and a few sexy wriggles
and shimmies of her hips to wiggle out of the leather lingerie left her
totally nude, she let Daniel gaze for the first time at his mistress's
naked body.  His mouth salivating, his adulating eyes traveled slowly,
taking their time to thirstily drink in the resplendent beauty of this
tall, omnificent goddess.  Her long, slender legs seemed to go on for
miles, then the sinuous curves of her crescent-shaped hips kicked in,
giving her upper torso its classic hourglass shape.  Higher still came the
jutting outlines of her voluptuous breasts, which once more seemed to cast
his body into shade.  As for her brazenly erect nipples, they were the same
size and shape of the shiny silver studs on the studded choker she still
wore.  He wanted to worship her as the divinity she was but found he was
rendered immobile by the carnal vision before him.  She was the height of
true perfection, so how could he not feel weak and unworthy in the luminous
presence of such a glorious individual.  He thought of the mob boss, Joey
Morolto, and kicked himself for ever having obeyed his orders.  The Mafioso
was nothing compared to Daniel's beautiful mistress.

   Laura grabbed hold of Daniel's hair and pushed him to the floor, but
instead of squatting over him, she taunted her slave by climbing over him,
giving him a perfect overhead view of her scrumptious sex, the plumpness of
her protective mound split by a glossy groove, the inner vulva pink and
pouty, begging for a kiss.  She began seductively swaying above him,
rotating her curvy hips, coquettishly playing with her pussy, giving him
tantalizing glimpses of the moist pink within, knowing that he was dying
for a taste.  "You wish you could have my permission to get up right now,
don't you?  You wish you could drink my sweet nectar, shoving your tongue
deep into my girly hole?" The naughtier she talked, the more aroused he
got, particularly when she added to it by gliding two fingers into her
sweetness while with her other hand she gingerly pinched her impudently
swollen nipples.  His amorously ogling eyes soaked it all in, hungry for a
taste of her infinitely desirable body as she lewdly got herself off.

   With the feline agility of a dancer or a born athlete, Laura swiveled
her shimmying hips and swooped down, bringing her enticing pussy near
enough for him to get a whiff of her exotic scent, like overripened
hothouse orchids, but too far to be able to lick her, even though Daniel
futilely stuck out his wriggling tongue as far as it could go.  She
schoolgirlishly giggled at his ineffective attempts, then pirouetted
around, moving her hands down so her lithe body formed a natural pyramid,
her beestung labia splayed wickedly open above his appreciative face while
her silken hair spilled in a shimmering cascade over his engorged erection.
She tauntingly blew on his steely-hard cock, the whorling zephyrs so subtle
yet so sensuous that he trembled.

   Laura abruptly shifted positions, mounting Daniel's handsome face. 
"You've done far too much talking today so it's time I put your mouth to
better use.  Now, my slave, you are going to use that tongue of yours to
lick my pussy and make me come.  If you don't do a good job, you will be
punished.  Do you understand me?"

   Daniel nodded, swallowing hard as Laura shifted her loins the final
inch. Eternally grateful for this act of mercy, his mind blazing with nasty
thoughts, he immediately pushed his ravenous mouth at long last into his
stern mistress's sopping pussy and fell to the welcome task of tonguing out
the savory folds of her spicy cunny, licking her quivering pink flesh
deliriously.  With his face thrust into the steamy triangle of her sopping
wet sex, his rapacious mouth began cavorting wickedly within her satiny
flower of naked pink while she pushed down against his invigorating
probing. Her luscious cunny, smooth and pink and slick, was like some tasty
oyster brought from the fresh, clean depths of the salty sea.  Her
mouthwatering flavor was strong and womanly, the product of her fierce
arousal, and never had he tasted anything as delicious!  He breathed deep
of that exquisite aroma as he lovingly licked out her juicy hole then
burrowed deeper into her sultry sex, pushing through opening petals of wet,
musky velvet, knowing his nimble tongue tip could not help but bare the
most succulent of pearls of her fleshly desires for his wanton mouth...

   "That's it, keep going, show me you mean it!" Laura assertively urged,
her hand clutching at the back of her slave's head, her lusty passions
becoming progressively rougher and more primitive.  Even when she was
receiving oral sex, she was managing to run the show, telling him what she
wanted with barked orders and her aggressive body language.  She had begun
crushing Daniel with her fragrant womanly curves, deliciously, smothering
him with the squelching folds of a cunny fragrant with her urgent musk, the
heels of her bare feet digging into the taper of his narrow hips as she
sought to come on his face.  She grunted as she thrust her slippery cunny
again and again across his willing mouth while he struggled to lap at her
salty lips, and to breathe.  In her frenzy she cared nothing how she
treated him ~~ but, half-drowning in her musky paradise, he knew that those
wild lusts had been inflamed by him and him alone.  He selflessly reveled
in his altruistic servitude.  Oh, yes, any loyal slave could lick a
succulent pussy when it was held open daintily, precious clitty exposed for
even the most inexperienced to see.  But it took a true lover of cunny to
pleasure a woman thus, like an animal, with no hands.  To push one's face
shamelessly forward into that gooey paradise, burning cheeks shining and
wet, eager nostrils filled with the delicious attar of the musky
lubrication ~~ now, that was true submission!

   "Lick my clit!" ordered Laura as she began to fuck Daniel's willing
face, no longer satisfied by his suckling at her, flickering his serpentine
tongue tip about, so she grabbed his head and moved his slurping mouth
whereever she wanted it to be.  Moaning helplessly, he pried apart her
slippery labia minora with his nimble tongue and sucked her throbbing
clitoris between his pressuring lips, nibbling teasingly on the very tip.
Her whole body instantaneously responded, curved hips bucking of their own
accord, stiff-nippled breasts hanging low swaying from the force of her
humping as finally he made her lose that superior composure.  His
insatiably hungry mouth engulfed her pussy, his lips plastered to her like
a lamprey.  She guided him in a breathless rasp through his oral duties,
grinding her lust-hardened nub against his kissing lips, and the
combination of following her demanding instructions and the knowledge he
was pleasuring her sent a liquid shiver to the pit of his fluttering belly.
It was a pale imitation of that which he gave his beloved mistress, but as
of that moment it was enough.  His flesh glowed with the slow-mounting
pleasure.

   Triumphantly, then, Daniel engulfed Laura with his worshipful mouth,
feeling the succulent, salty morsel of her clitoris pulse against his
whirring tongue.  Her strong legs shuddered against his burning cheeks as
he lapped mercilessly, prodding her slippery nubbin, tasting her, drinking
of the copious juices of her arousal.  She bore him harder into the floor,
sleek thighs spread about his face, covering his cheeks, forehead and chin
with her slippery juices, and he could do nothing but accept the humping
and grinding of her slippery cunny upon him.  When she began fucking his
face in earnest, it was all he could do to find her squirming clit with his
extended tongue and let her rub herself across him.  To her, his handsome
face was no longer his identity but his ultimate offering to her, the
instrument of her unrestrained sex.  She ground herself against him,
shamelessly, like an animal in heat, and that thrilled him.  Wild with
libidinous desire, his most utter submission was a delightful joy.  He was
thrilled that he could serve her, and that she would so expose her most
primal urges and needs before him.  He was hers, a sextoy to her most
shameful whims and fancies ...  yet as he pleasured her thus, she was his.
He knew it, exulting.

   Daniel's flushed cheeks glowed shiny with his mistress' wantonly
spilling lubrication as Laura's rocking pelvis ground the open lips of her
honey-drenched cunny ever more rapidly onto him.  On and on she gasped,
glowing beautiful with the mounting pleasures as her slender fingers
clutched savagely-tenderly at his ears, pulling him up into her while he
zestily tongued the bright pink nub of precious clit to perfection.  He
tantalizingly teased it and titillatingly tortured it and the sensuous feel
of his dexterous tongue spiraling around her throbbing button was too
vibrantly erotic a sensation for her to resist.  His heart pounded with
pride as he heard her gasping uncontrollably.  He forced his skittering
tongue back into the well of her newly energized pussy.  Throwing back her
head, she hollered at the ceiling, then a deep blush tinted her gorgeous
face as jerky contractions surged through the muscular walls of her sex and
a stream of luscious girlcum rushed into his slurping mouth, her slave
swallowing her savory nectar as fast as she could release it down his
gulping throat.  On and on and on she rapturously spasmed, as helpless as
Daniel, who felt he was reaching sensory overload just from watching his
mistress boisterously come in the multiple climaxes she so richly deserved.
As her orgasmic high reached its skyrocketing zenith, simply hearing her
mellifluously orgasmic cries was enough to make him want to scream in
shared ecstasy.  Each indescribably pleasurable sensation erupting in her
body seemed to transfer straight through to his, and he came perilously
close to coming, but managed to restrain himself, knowing he did not have
permission.  He instead basked in her womanly superiority, sharing every
moment of her wondrous bliss, because she was his mistress and he was her
slave ~~ and he had helped to bring her to this state of euphoria.

   Still panting with her exertions, Laura eased off Daniel's cleansing
mouth, still tonguing up her flavorful nectar, the cool air sealing her
unctuous secretions against his cheeks and chin.  She looked at him with a
delectated expression.  "That was good, my valuable little sex-slave. 
You're well on your way to being able to share my bed.  Now, prove your
value by rolling over and lying on your back." She gave the outward
impression of being very severe, callous, but her observant slave noticed a
definitely naughty twinkle in her bright eyes.  Her power trip, as well as
his lusty cunnilingus, had made her equally ravenous for sex, so even
though she proceeded to give him criticism on his performance while getting
to her feet and standing over him, it was clear her thoughts were already
elsewhere.  The physical evidence came when she stepped astride his trim
middle, her svelte thighs parting to enticingly reveal once more the sticky
glaze varnishing the seam of her sensuous sex.  She was clearly desperate
to mount her boss's miniskirted body and ride his big cock down to a
needle.

   But Daniel had misread Laura yet again.  "Before we move on, I want to
see you play with your cock." He paused, not really sure if his mistress
wanted him to truly masturbate or simply give her a show of how hard he
was. The truth was all of this depravedly erotic activity had made his
erection once more so incredibly stiff it was verging on being sore.  So he
tried for a happy medium, taking himself in hand and glidingly stroking up
and down.  He was shocked at just how bloated his penis was, the beefy
trunk as hard and rigid as steel, the flesh, glossy and taut, normally
immaculately smooth but now striated with a tracery of veins forced
outwards by his tumescence.  The glans itself looked oversized even for his
chunky shaft, the ridge flaring out thick and wide, the blunted dome a deep
purple and smeared with drizzling pre-come.  He took himself in his usual
manner, fingers curled about just below the tip, and started stroking
himself, his trim hips starting to undulate provocatively at the slightest
stimulation, thrusting the meaty torpedo through his caressing grip.  He
could have brought himself to ejaculation in fifteen seconds if his
mistress hadn't stopped him, her usually cool alto breaking with choked
emotion.

   Laura had one last devious trick up her sleeve before mounting Daniel.
She wanted to bind his hands.  "I would tell you to keep your hands to
yourself, but I'm not convinced you possess the self-discipline for that.
For now, the only part of your body I want touching me is your big cock,"
she explained.  Lying as he was on the lavish Oriental carpet before his
desk, he was ordered to grab the stubby feet that supported the foundation
of the desk.  His resourceful mistress reached over and grabbed her
discarded stockings then securely tied his wrists to the sturdy base,
making sure the knots were secure by tugging at each nylon.  Despite
himself, he had to test them and found the deceptively strong silk garments
were drawn so tight that he could not move his arms at all.  He was
powerless to resist ~~ not that he wanted to ~~ as the restrictive pressure
of the bindings against his wrists sent a clear message to his penis.  It
went wild, jerking about crazily even before she raised his miniskirt to
grab hold of his beefy erection.  He was pleasantly surprised when she
began whetting his keening anticipation by once more running her jagged
talons along his swollen sac.  Shudders of unabashed delight made his limbs
involuntarily twitch as she kept teasingly touching him, tracing up the
meaty trunk to skirt along the globular dome.

   A mischievous look came to Laura's flashing eyes and she began
schoolgirlishly teasing him, dexterously lowering herself until their naked
bodies met, the plush softness of her pussy flush up against the steely
hardness of Daniel's cock.  Undulating her hips, she crushed her pillowy
breasts against the heavy muscle cording his heaving chest as she writhed
up and down the rigid length of his penis, rubbing the silky-wet groove of
her cunny along his beefy column, seemingly marking him with her unique
scent as a lioness would do to her mate.  Every sensual move she made sent
reverberant shockwaves shooting through his entire body.  She had him right
where she wanted him ~~ at her mercy ~~ and the foxy dominatrix certainly
knew it.  She gave him a wicked, devilish smile just before she began
speaking.

   "You've been giving me and all your other employees so many orders," she
said in a husky purr as she agilely pivoted herself to her knees so that
she was now in a crouching position on top of Daniel.  Straddling his trim
waist she mounted him, nimbly squatting above her slave as she reached for
his meaty manhood and held it upright.  Her delicate hands steered his
meaty organ between her parted thighs until her hot pussy, radiating out
her sultry heat, was poised right above his spearing cock.  When she
temptingly dipped his mushroomy crown between the juicy labial lips
flanking her slick entrance and into her sopping pink slipperiness, his
breath shuddered at the unspeakable sensation of feeling honey-doused pussy
upon his straining penis.  She hovered right there, on the verge of
plunging downwards, but not starting just yet, his bulbous glans only an
inch inside her succulent opening, but already it was immersed in her
heated wetness.

   Dressing up in her dominatrix garb, giving her boss orders, using the
crop on his ass, sodomizing his cute ass with her oversized dildo, making
him lick her pussy to several luscious orgasms, all that had made Daniel's
mistress restlessly horny and yet still she resisted her ultimate
satisfaction.  She held one of her creamy breasts up to her mouth, her
kittenish tongue darting out to lasciviously lick her own nipple.  The
lubricious sight made his raring cock instinctively surge again,
threatening to spear right into her sodden sex, but she deftly raised her
hips just enough to keep her delicate cunny just out of reach.  Then the
inventive girl sucked the entire hard bud of her cotton-candy-pink nipple
between her burgundy lips, flaunting for him her practiced skills at orally
pleasuring herself ~~ pinching it, flicking it, pushing it against her
skin. His mouth fell open as she pursed her smacking lips around a hard,
wet bud, lapping at it like she'd never get to taste her delicious flesh
again while his mind boggled by the implications of what he was seeing, and
he groaned with agonized frustration, his expressive eyes pleading to be
gifted with her treasures.  His mistress relented, staring deep into his
eyes and saying, "You've been very good and devoted so I'll now allow you
to pleasure me with your big cock.  Now, I've just one order for you, slave
~~ make me come!"

   Leaving Daniel in no doubt of what was expected of him, Laura pressed
down hard and started taking his hefty girth inside her gooey cunny,
gradually sinking him inside her.  He watched his impressive length
disappear into her lovely body as she slowly eased herself down, feeling
the vivacious sexual tension in her silken inner muscles, giving him hope
that he could hold out long enough to make her come before he did.  Her
gluttonously famished sex gobbled up every inch of his daunting-sized
erection as she slid down the vertical column until she was sitting fully
on his lap, her sexily slippery orifice swallowing him whole.  A
fallen-angel blush softened her harshly beautiful features, her adorably
cute nipples rigid and pert, and she let out a dreamy sigh.  It was a
moment of the most immaculate pleasure, feeling her velvety membranes
exultantly clutching at him in a loving embrace, but it was punctuated by
an excruciating sting in the tail because suddenly he had the full force of
her voluptuous body bearing down on his still sore butt, her bodyweight
jamming his freshly-spanked buns against the floor.  He felt the carpet
burns begin to exacerbate his tender spots as her powerful hips sprang into
life, bucking her hips for the very first time, starting to vigorously
thrust up and down and making him moan out his agonizing delight.

   "Uncomfortable?" Daniel asked with a cruel smile, deliberately pushing
down with her wriggling fanny and grinding his whipped ass against the
abrasive carpet.  She did not show any mercy; if anything, she started
pumping even harder, leaning forward with her balancing hands on his broad
chest and driving her clingy labia up and down his burly shaft.  Dominant
to the last, she rode him with the grace of an equestrian on a hot-blooded
stallion, her luscious pussy saturated with her scented juices and the
excess lubrication allowed her satiny sex to furiously sheathe him, setting
a very quick tempo.  Her curved pelvis brutally hammered back and forth,
like she was determined to show her slave a woman could sex with just as
much reckless speed and belligerent aggression as any man.  He had never
been assaulted with such libidinous passion before.  It was as if his
bliss-immersed cock had been caught up in a category five hurricane.  Her
lustily suctioning pussy swallowed him and released him over and over,
intimately engulfing his throbbing manhood as rhythmically as the carpet
burns were singeing his poor ass.

   "Like it, slave?" asked Laura, never ceasing her energetic bouncing on
Daniel's lengthy member, powering her pussy back and forth, her already
desire-doused sex becoming wetter and hotter until it felt like he was
being drowned in a liquid furnace, her lubricious wetness the perfect
complement to the adamantine hardness of his long-suffering cock.  Every
time his mistress called him "slave", he felt a special shiver of
masochistic pleasure, like it was a term of endearment bestowed on him for
being such a good submissive.  As he nodded yes, he admiringly gazed up at
his mistress, overwhelmingly happy to be in the same room as such a
heavenly being.  Watching her powerful thighs continuously flexing and her
glorious breasts bobble with her salacious efforts, he felt proud to be the
slave of such a perfect example of the female sex.  An otherworldly glow
seemed to shine from deep within her, and he was honored to bask in her
mystical glow.  He felt calm and contented, happy and secure.  He had a
powerful mistress to watch over him, so what did the mundane cares of the
real world matter?  His work responsibilities, major finance deals ~~ that
was not the real world.  Here, with Mistress Laura ~~ this was the real
world!  A world in which his only duty was to make his mistress content.

   Laura had leaned forward to run her manicured nails through Daniel's
short hair, giving his head a sensual massage but now she drew her hands
downwards, tauntingly tweaking his tiny nipples.  His eyes drifted shut to
savor the consequential decadent feelings ~~ the raw stinging in his
buttocks, the sharp bursts in his tortured nipples and the liquid
succulence in his wonderfully embraced cock.  He could hear wanton sexual
sounds issuing from both their mouths in an erotic harmony, the inciteful
strains filling the air just as surely as the alluring scent wafting up
from her sundered sex.  He breathed in deeply, grabbing himself a lungful
of her enticing perfume.  To him, it was the most precious perfume in the
world, a sensory delicacy nearly as alluring as her priceless sex.  His
mistress' gorging pussy was still pulsing around his beefy shaft but now a
pre-orgasmic tension suffused her most intimate flesh, her spasms getting
more chaotic as her boisterous climax approached.  These telltale signs of
her ultimate sexual gratification were enough to cause synchronous buzzings
in his aching erection, a wave of incredibly tempting sensation surge
through his virile manhood.  He had to concentrate hard to hold himself
back.  It was vital that he stay big and hard for his insatiable mistress
as she kept bucking her curvaceous hips, but the deliciously tight,
syrupy-wet walls of her sumptuous cunny felt almost irresistibly good...

   "Look at me, slave" Laura ordered as she felt Daniel's engorged penis
twitch deep inside her.  Opening his eyes, he saw her frenetic physical
exertions were causing her ultra-womanly breasts, spilling out from her
chest in all their fleshy fullness, to jigglingly bounce up and down in
seductive rhythm with her impacting thrusts.  He instinctively reached to
grab the pillowy orbs, but his hands were still bound behind him, the silk
stockings chafing his wrists as he impotently lunged.  She had used her
buoyant breasts to tempt and tease him, and this confirmation of his total
subjugation was enough to make her body freeze on the very verge of climax.
All the muscles in her cunny had locked, too tight for her to continue her
rambunctious thrusting, but she needed something to send her careening over
the ragged edge ~~ something only he could supply.  She leaned over and he
drew her plump nipple into his mouth, pleased to have a slavish duty to
perform for fear of prematurely ejaculating.  Concentrating hard on his
task, he took the fleshy bud between his teeth and as he began
simultaneously twisting his serpentine tongue about the chubby nub and
tugging at it with his mouth, the last piece of the jigsaw seemed to slip
into place.

   "Good slave," Laura yelled, the feel-good tingles he had produced in her
nipples making her electrified body come alive again.  She jerked her
creamy breasts from his suckling mouth as she began to pump once more, her
pelvis thumping down, bringing one hand downward to flutter over her
clitoris.  Her inner muscles unlocked, the crippling tension giving way to
resonant throbs that made her hyper-aroused pussy erupt.  She arched her
back, pushing her fulsome breasts once more toward Daniel, as she gazed
unseeingly toward the ceiling and moaned helplessly with her salacious
desires, tumbling into the raging sea that was her deliquescent orgasm. 
Her shrill cries became jagged, harsh, punctuated by frequent and vividly
graphic obscenities as the blush that had colored her face now darkened to
crimson.  A great wave of thick and frothy girlcum spilled through the
silken tunnel from her rapturously spasming sex, adding a nastily dirty
squelching sound to her relentless humping.

   "Don't stop," Laura cried out between her shuddery cries of uninhibited
orgasmic ecstasy, her fingers a literal blur as they whipped her clitoris.
"Don't you fucking dare stop!" The greedy girl wanted ever more and Daniel
desperately wanted to be a good sex slave to her but it was an intimidating
challenge as she rode him like a randy cowgirl on an infuriated bull,
exuberantly impaling herself on his engorged cock, her inner walls
convulsing at a frightening speed, like they were trying to squeeze the
very life out of his penis.  He was achingly aware of his bloated erection
slamming in and out of her churning pussy, knew that he was turning her on
by her quickening thrusts and ever louder cries of unfettered pleasure, but
it wasn't the narcotically sweet friction that truly thrilled him ~~ it was
the look of unabashed euphoria on his mistress' pretty face.  Her glossy
hair was tempest-tossed and tousled, her astonishingly-swollen nipples
tinged a day-glo pink, her bulging clit being fiendishly whacked by her
quick-moving fingers.  She was floating from one fulminating orgasm to the
next, the coruscating pleasures made her eyes sparkle like diamonds and her
beestung lips curl in a beaming smile.  Not that he really needed proof of
how incredibly happy she was, because her impossibly swollen clitoris and
obscenely skewered cunny, so incredibly besotted with an incredibly sexy
mixture of lubricating juices and fresh floes of girlcum seemingly spilling
every two minutes that it sounded for all the world like an aquarium's
filter, made it perfectly clear.

   When Laura took Daniel's full length inside her one more time, her
muscles clamping adoringly down on his hefty cock in the throes of another
apocalyptic orgasm, he felt the volcanic tension within him start to
shatter his self-discipline.  He looked up into his mistress' face, glowing
with radiant pleasures and a sheen of perspiration, to gauge her reaction.
She compassionately smiled at him, as if to say it was okay for him to
ejaculate inside her, at which point the excruciating throbbing in his
erection rushed past the point of no return.  Having been granted
permission, he swung his aching ass up off the floor as a rich blast of
bubbly come burst out of his crown, mirroring the fountaining bliss that
welled up inside him, the cauterizing joy making his bloodstream sing with
the turbulent pleasures.  The forceful thrust spurting into her honeyed sex
took her by surprise, making her curvaceous body bounce into the air, but
this act of masculine aggression did not anger her, because it heightened
her orgasmic rush.  Instantly, her fiery cunny and his sizzling cock came
together in a striking series of fierce collisions, further instigated by
his jetting streams of hot cream, these final dramatic thrusts fuelled by
the excessively joyful pleasures in their dynamically thrilled bodies, the
most sublime pleasures humankind can ever know.  Mistress and slave were
united in a mutually breathtaking, mind-blowing orgasm, their steamy juices
mingling just as surely as their melded flesh, a natural union none dared
dispute.

   While Laura collapsed on top of him, supremely exhausted, cooing and
murmuring, Daniel savored his own descending bliss, a peaceful wave of
supreme relaxation flooded right through him.  As they embraced, nuzzling
tender kisses against one another, he suddenly remembered how anxious he
had been at work all week, obsessively watching for any potential signs of
disaster in the new merger.  So many tough decisions to make ~~ too tough!
He had been unable to cope, getting home late and struggling to sleep,
taking out his tensions on his employees.  Laura must have noticed and
instinctually that the way to give him the soothing rest and reaffirming
relaxation he desperately needed was to put him back in his place in a way
that would bring intense sexual satisfaction to both of them.  Oh, the
glorious change in her!  Was this corset-clad goddess who had rode his cock
like no other woman ever had really been the same pleasant girl who'd
obsequiously obeyed his raging orders for months?

   Yes, she certainly was, as his well-whipped ass knew only too well.  His
buttocks still pleasantly ached from the thorough flogging she had
delivered, ensuring he would never make the same mistake again ~~ the
grievous mistake of judging a book by its cover.  He had learned that the
sweetest of faces can disguise the most controlling, dominant,
not-to-be-messed-with woman and that no one deserves to be disrespected. 
There are dominatrices lurking everywhere, so be careful who you mess with.
A lowly secretary had turned the tables on him and now he felt so lucky to
have a mistress who cared about him.  He knew would be his slavish duty to
cater to her every capricious whim, but it was good to know she was looking
out for him too.

   Laura sighed contentedly as she untied Daniel, tenderly touching each
chafed wrist, then leaned over and bestowed a lingering, perhaps even
loving kiss on his lips.  "Now, do we understand each other better?" she
asked raising her perfectly plucked eyebrows at him as if issuing a final
warning, letting him know that neither she nor any of his other employees
would take any more sass from him, no matter how hectic the workload gets.
She affectionately traced her fingers on his now-dormant penis, letting him
know that he could have his plush leather chair, his extravagant mahogany
desk, his lavish corner office back, but only on the condition that he
never forget who the real boss was ~~ and only if he treated her with the
love, respect and worship she so rightfully deserved.  He nodded to her
unspoken command, unable to speak before this glorious goddess.  What a
match they made ~~ he needed a commanding lover to correct his wayward
ways, while his mistress needed a submissive to dominate, punish, and fuck.
It was a commitment that he was happy to make, since he truly, humbly,
loves to serve.

   Epilogue

   That evening, after a remarkably productive, and blissfully stress-free,
afternoon where he had solved no less than six pressing issues, resolving
several impending disasters before they had the chance to form, Daniel left
his office.  He was whistling a happy tune, looking forward to his night.
He had made a date with Laura to go out to his favorite restaurant,
followed by dancing at Club Zanzibar.  Whether she reprised her role as his
mistress or not, he was thrilled for the opportunity to spend more time
with this fascinating woman.

   "The Anacott-Darson account issues have been dealt with," he told his
executive secretary.  "I also have a few things that need to be sent out
with tomorrow's mail, when you have a chance to deal with them."

   "Looks like you're in a rather chipper mood," Veronica replied, taking
the bundles and placing them on her desk.  "Looks like your noon romp with
Laura did you a world of good."

   Daniel froze, paralyzed with a crippling fright that maybe she knew
something very very personal about him.

   "Oh, I wouldn't worry about that," Veronica said cheerily, seemingly
reading his very mind.  "You should know by now, Mr.  Harper, that a CEO
can hide nothing from his secretary.  Donald, you know, the man in IT, came
to me a few weeks ago with some, well, concerns about things he had found
on your computer during a routine check.  Oh, do not worry about it.  The
offender has been dealt with rather ... strictly.  Nevertheless, knowing
you and Miss Meade shared an interest in tall, dominant women and pliant
submissive men, well, the match seemed obvious.  And what with your
worrying over the PrimeCo buyout and merger, well, it seemed the right time
for the two of you to get together."

   Daniel stared at his secretary, dumbfounded.

   "Don't worry about a thing, Mr.  Harper," Veronica shushed, gathering
her coat and briefcase, readying to leave.  "I think the first time I
fucked my husband was ... oh gosh ... probably 1977.  It was so much harder
finding a strap-on back then.  No internet, you see.  Franklin and I, we
don't break it out very often, maybe a few times a year, but, my goodness,
the sex afterwards is ... Mmmm Mmmmm!  Leaves us feeling so refreshed. 
Gives us a brand new start" She looked up at Daniel, her eyes twinkling. 
"And we all occasionally need a brand new start, don't we, Mr.  Harper?"
And with that, the elegantly refined woman approaching her mid-fifties
sashayed out the door.