Executive Submission
“Executive Submission is a successor to the story Training Michelle, and is a companion to Elegance Ravished and Predators and Prey. If you wish to know more about Michelle and how she came to be owned by Master Damien, you should start with Training Michelle (Chapter 1, naturally). In any case, enjoy!”
*Scene 1 – Dressing For Success*
It is 6:30 in the morning on a bright, sunny July day. Michelle has just bathed, and finished shaving her body. She is rubbing lotion onto her long, smooth, tanned legs and her silky soft bald pussy when the telephone rings. “Yes, this is Michelle,” she speaks into the phone. A thrill runs up her spine and goose bumps appear on her arms, as if by magic, when she hears her Master”s voice.
“You will call into the office and make whatever excuses you must. You will accompany me today.”
“Yes, Master, of course,” Michelle answers, as she mentally assesses how much disruption this will cause to her schedule and what excuse for her absence will work best today.
“You will wait for me there. Do not get dressed. I will select your outfit for today,” he orders.
Michelle does not ask where they will be going, or what she will be asked to do, or perform. As an obedient, compliant submissive, she knows better, though her curiosity is gnawing at her.
“Take extra care with your makeup and your hair today, Michelle. This will be an important day, for both of us,” he tells her.
“Thank you Sir, for your advice. I shall be ready for your inspection when you arrive,” she responds.
Then the connection is broken. Michelle returns to her bathroom to begin turning her always-lovely visage into a stunning, captivating icon of female beauty.
She has just finished painting and drying her fingernails when the doorbell rings. Still completely nude, Michelle strides to her door and opens it wide to greet her Master. He steps into the foyer and closes the door behind him. He is dressed in a custom tailored, dark blue European style business suit. His blue and gray silk tie has a startlingly beautiful and elegant collage of abstract female forms on it. The combination of the immaculate, clean lines of the suit; and the bold, yet elegant, tie; gives him the look of an assertive, poised, and confident executive, one who does not feel the need to stay within the tight boundaries of conservative business attire.
Master Damien takes Michelle into his arms and hugs her close to him, taking care to not smudge her makeup. He then steps back to take in the full view of her body, admiring every curve and nuance of her; as she stands there relaxed and quiet, eyes downcast, arms at her sides, completely at ease with her nakedness in front of him.
He takes Michelle by the hand, leading her into her bedroom. “Get your black leather corset, the one that lifts and presents your breasts so enticingly,” he tells her. “And black, unseamed stockings,” he calls after her as she disappears into her closet to fetch her corset.
Michelle emerges with the stockings and the corset a moment later. She stands in front of her dresser, watching herself in the mirror as she wraps the corset around her torso and fastens the metal eyelets down the front of the smooth, black shell. She lifts each breast, and positions it on top of the molded leather shelf that was custom fitted to hold and cup the large, smooth, rounded globes of flesh above it. After snugging the corset underneath her tits to achieve the perfect fit, Michelle admires how her tits are elevated and piled high on her chest. Her nipples are already erect. Just getting dressed in such a provocative outfit never fails to arouse her.
Still facing the mirror, she calls to her Master, standing behind her. “Please, Sir will you lace me up?” She lifts her arms above her head, stretches, and inhales as deeply as she can, to contract her belly muscles. Michelle knows that her Master loves her corset to be laced as absolutely tight as possible.
Master Damien steps forward, and begins to lace his slut into the tight confines of her corset. His powerful hands pull the laces, tighter and tighter. He tugs on them, extracting another inch from the black metal eyelets on the corset. His hands move to gather in the lacing”s extra length; and then he repeats the procedure.
For each cycle, Michelle breathes out, and then in again, each time lifting her ribcage and flattening her belly as much as she can. After seven iterations, Master Damien tests the fit by attempting to force his fingertips beneath the corset, on her belly and in front of her arms, by the sides of her tits.
Pronouncing his satisfaction with the fit, he directs Michelle to put on her stockings. With the exceptionally tight lacing of her corset, Michelle is completely unable to bend over to slide the stockings over her feet and up her legs.
Master Damien tells Michelle to sit on her bedroom chair. He kneels in front of her and slips her legs into the stockings. Extending his hand, he helps her to her feet. Michelle can then fasten the tops of the stockings to the corset”s garters.
Master Damien leaves Michelle to admire her molded, hourglass figure in the mirror; with her naked pussy framed by the corset, garters and stockings, and with her breasts pillowed obscenely on top of the corset.
He returns momentarily, emerging from her closet with a pair of bright red stiletto heeled shoes, with spiky 4-inch heels. He places them on the floor and holds Michelle”s arm to balance her as she steps into the shoes. Michelle finds it amazing how much a pair of tall, sexy shoes transforms a woman”s overall look. Her posture and bearing are changed completely in these shoes, her ass lifted up and out, to complement the look of her tits.
“And now for the rest of your outfit for today.” Her Master smiles at Michelle as he disappears into her closet again. Michelle is surprised to see one of her business suits draped over his arm. The lipstick-red suit matches the shoes, though she has never worn suck blatantly sexy shoes to work with this suit before.
The suit is trim and attractive, with a short skirt, but it is not one of Michelle”s sexiest or most daring outfits, by any means. In his other hand, Master Damien is holding a hanger with a high-necked pale gray silk blouse. It, too, is somewhat conservative, though very attractive and a perfect complement to the suit.
Michelle puts on the blouse, and Master Damien helps her into the skirt, his hand gently cupping and squeezing her ass cheeks as he elevates the skirt to her waist and zips up the zipper in the rear. Michelle then puts the jacket on, and adjusts it. Other than the fact that her tits are lifted up and out far beyond what a normal bra would accomplish, Michelle looks ready for a regular day at the office.
Then Michelle thinks about the snug fit of the skirt and the fact that she has not been given any panties to wear.
As if reading her mind, Master Damien tells her, “You are granted a special exception today, Michelle. Even though your pussy is uncovered, you will not be required to lift up your skirt to sit on your nakedness today.”
Feeling a sense of relief, Michelle turns to face her Master, to present herself for his approval. “Thank you, Sir. I was thinking about how I would manage that, in this skirt. You are most kind.”
“One final, finishing touch,” he tells her. Reaching into his pocket, he extracts four round silver bands. They are miniature replicas of the silver collar that has been locked around Michelle”s neck for as long as she can remember, now.
“Your wrists,” he tells her.
Michelle presents her arms to him, and watches as he snaps a band around each one, the miniature lock snapping shut with a sibilant “click” as it is fastened around her delicately boned wrist.
“And for your ankles,” he says as he kneels behind Michelle.
She spreads her feet apart slightly, and then she feels the silver rings being locked around her ankles, above the shoes” straps. The four bands fit comfortably, just as if they were “normal” bracelets and anklets.
“There, you are ready. We shall have to hurry. I don”t want to be tardy. It won”t do to keep the others waiting.”
His cryptic words intrigue Michelle. Here she is, a tightly laced, corseted slut, her naked cunt already getting moist from anticipation, and wearing elegant, yet discreet bondage jewelry; and dressed in a fashionable, though conservative, business suit. Her Master never fails to surprise her and always seems to keep her guessing until the last possible moment. This is one of the things that has caused Michelle to fall so desperately in love with him.
Then they are out the door, and downstairs to where Martin is waiting with the limousine. Michelle and her Master disappear into the privacy of the car, behind the smoke gray tinted windows; and they are off.
Martin must know where they are going, for he receives no directions from Master Damien.
*Scene 2 – Executive Session*
Michelle sits silently in the limousine, looking straight ahead or out the window, as they travel into downtown Chicago. She is sitting with her spine ramrod straight. Her corset permits her no other position. Her Master”s hand rests on her thigh, his fingertips tracing an indecipherable pattern on her skin, in a display of casual, easy familiarity with Michelle”s body. Michelle can tell that his mind is elsewhere, preoccupied with something other than the silky soft feel of her flesh.
They soon pull up in front of a glass and steel skyscraper. Martin hops out of the car and assists Michelle to her feet on the sidewalk. The incredibly tight corset makes even alighting from the back seat of the car a challenge.
Once Master Damien is on the sidewalk, he takes Michelle by the arm, and leads her into the building. The receptionist in the lobby smiles at him and greets him with a warm smile that conveys a personal, as well as professional interest.
Michelle and her Master head directly for the elevator. The car they enter is empty, rare for this time of the morning. He presses the button for the top floor in the building. They ride in to their floor without speaking a word. Michelle wonders if her Master”s silence is a result of the cultural taboo against talking in an elevator, though that shouldn”t apply in this case, since there were no strangers present, or whether because he wanted to elongate her suspense as to what lay ahead as long as possible.
When the elevator doors slid open, Michelle is led into an opulent corporate suite. The woman behind the desk in the foyer stands to greet Master Damien. She is young and stunningly beautiful. Michelle guesses that her attire was selected specifically for the benefit of the man holding her arm, her Master. Or perhaps, the thought occurs to her, maybe” he “selected it for her. A brief pang of hopefully unwarranted jealousy stabs through Michelle”s heart.
The woman”s dress is elegant and refined, yet revealing and closely tailored to show off her long, model”s legs, her narrow waist, and her full, rounded breasts. Michelle cannot quite tell if she is wearing a bra, though if she is, her nipples are large enough, or aroused enough by the arrival of Master Damien, to hint at the sweet delights that are hidden behind her dress.
“Good morning, Sir.” The woman announces. She is cool and professional, all business, though Michelle thinks she detects a distinct hardening of her nipples as she approaches Michelle and her Master. “The boardroom is all ready for you. The board members are assembling now, in the library.”
“Susan, this is Michelle. She will be assisting me today,” Master Damien announces, as he presents Michelle. “Michelle, this is Susan Berenson, our extremely capable office manager.”
Michelle shakes hands with Susan.
A hint of an amused smile crosses Susan Berenson”s face as she greets Michelle. “If you need assistance with anything – anything at all – please let me know. My whole life here revolves around keeping Damien happy and making sure that he has everything he needs.”
Michelle thanks Susan, all the time wondering how much Susan knows about her Master. She suspects that Susan knows a great deal. Perhaps she also belongs to him, in an intensely personal, as well as a professional, role.
Master Damien leads Michelle into a stunning, white-walled contemporary styled conference room, that is all glass on two sides, with a magnificent view of Monroe Harbor and Lake Michigan. The other two walls are covered in bold, abstract paintings.
Once they are in the conference room, and the door is closed behind them, Michelle hears what they will be doing this morning.
“My company is having its quarterly board meeting today, Michelle. My regular assistant is unavailable this morning. You will assist me during the meeting today. You will do as I ask you, and you will follow my lead. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Sir, of course, I will do everything required of me,” Michelle replies, unsure of exactly what she will be called upon to do.
“First of all,” he begins, go get the pastries and coffee from Susan, and set them up over there.” He motions towards a table at the rear of the room. “Then, you will come up here, and take your place next to me at the head of the table. Do you see the computer console set into the table? Good. You will operate the slide presentation. It is a rear-projection unit that projects the slides on the wall behind me there. When I point down with my left index finger, you will advance to the next slide. You will also assist any of the board members at any time, during the meeting.”
Michelle studies the console and decides that this will be an easy assignment. As she is dismissed to go find Susan and the refreshments, Michelle wonders why her Master needed her to assist him this morning. So far, her assigned tasks appear quite easy and ordinary. Any junior staff person could do them.
At this moment, another beautiful young woman enters the conference room. She is very petite and slender, about 5 feet tall. Michelle guesses that the extremely short, sexy dress she is wearing is a size 0 or, at most, a size 1. The slender reed of a woman exudes a very sensual aura, elegant and graceful. She has small, firm breasts, about a 34B, and long, dark, shining hair, that descends to the middle of her back. She appears to be just out of her teens. Though Michelle would have thought that such a young woman would be ill at ease in such a dress in such a formal executive setting, she appears quite poised, and self-assured.
“She has been here before,” Michelle thinks to herself.
The young woman strides up to Master Damien, and greets him with a warm, smile. Her voice is like that of an angel, soft and delicate, though with a distinctly mischievous flair. “Good morning, Sir. I am fully prepared, as you instructed.”
Master Damien places his hand on her shoulder, showing an easy familiarity with her body, as he introduces her to Michelle. “Michelle, this is Cindy. She is a business major in college. She assists me on a part-time basis, when she is not otherwise occupied with her studies. Cindy is an exceptional student, very quick to learn and very open to trying new things. She has been a joy to mentor and train.” His arm is wrapped snugly around her tiny waist as he speaks.
Cindy is looking up into his eyes as he talks to Michelle. She is clearly captivated and under the spell of Master Damien.
Cindy extends her hand to greet Michelle. “I am so glad to meet you Michelle,” she says. “I have heard so many wonderful things about you. I hope we will work well together today, to help make this meeting a success. I am very excited to have this opportunity.”
Michelle is still wondering exactly what Cindy meant with her cryptic words, when the doors to the conference room open, and the board members file into the conference room and take their places around the table. There are 8 men, all appearing to be in their 40s or 50s; and 3 women, who appear to be in their 40s. All 11 are very stylishly dressed in fashionable business attire. As the board members take their seats, Cindy retreats to the rear of the room, standing near the foot of the table, with her arms folded behind her back.
Michelle finds Susan Berenson just outside the conference room, as if she had been there, waiting for her. Susan takes Michelle by the arm and directs Michelle to the refreshments in a side room. Michelle rolls the pastry-laden cart back into the meeting room, and she and Cindy busy themselves with arranging the pastries and beverages on the table at the rear of the room.
Michelle is constantly stealing glances at Cindy. Cindy catches her and winks back at her, though she remains silent.
Michelle then takes her place at the computer console, and sits facing the keyboard. Her back is erect, shoulders back, and breasts projected, and with her eyes lowered; as she has been trained to act in the presence of her Master. She is very thankful that she does not have to slide her skirt up to sit on her naked flesh. There would be no way she could hide that maneuver, given the chairs and the seating arrangement around the table. Michelle”s heart is beating faster, as she awaits the opening act of the meeting. Each heartbeat feels exceptionally strong and powerful within the tight constrictions of her corset.
Master Damien begins the meeting with a quick review of the agenda, and then starts in on a review of the financial performance of the company during the last quarter. Michelle follows the presentation closely, advancing the slide presentation in concert with her Master”s cues. Occasionally, she looks up and scans the audience arrayed around the table. Each time, she notices that 2 or 3 of the people, both men and women, are looking at her, rather than at Master Damien or at the slides.
A few questions punctuate the presentation, but the overall flow moves rapidly, as if everyone in the room is eager to get past this part of the meeting, and on to whatever comes next. After about an hour, Michelle senses that her Master”s presentation is near its end. As if reinforcing that belief, Cindy moves from her position at the other end of the room, and comes to stand behind Michelle. Cindy reaches out to touch Michelle on the elbow, as if to establish a deeper, unspoken bond with her.
Master Damien pauses, and turns to Michelle. “Michelle, please distribute the handout packets to our guests.”
Cindy hands a stack of papers to Michelle. Michelle stands and takes the papers and begins to place them in front of each attendee. When she gets to the third person, a silver-haired man in his 50s, she steps next to his chair and leans forward to lay the documents in front of him, next to his pen and glasses on the table.
As Michelle stretches to put the papers into position, she is startled to feel the man”s hand on her thigh, between her legs. Michelle flinches instinctively, before she regains her composure. She glances over at her Master. A slight, though clearly perceptible, frown crosses his face.
Michelle stands there, fussing with the papers, while the man”s hand remains on her leg. His fingers dance across the lacy top of her stocking, and slip beneath her front garter. While he pays no overt attention to Michelle, the man”s fingers are teasing her mercilessly. The fingertips creep slowly upwards, until they are stroking the very top of her leg, within millimeters of her naked, exposed pussy.
Michelle looks around the room, and sees that nobody is paying her, or the man fondling her, any attention. She trembles as the man”s index finger slides over to touch her pussy. Instinctively, Michelle widens her stance to permit him easier access to her cunt. She looks again at her Master. He looks her in the eye, and nods at her.
Michelle cannot control her reaction to the surreptitious groping of her cunt. The wetness beginning to seep out of her pussy onto the man”s fingers betray her body”s surrender to her most base, carnal instincts.
Then, the hand descends from her pussy and is brought to the tabletop. Michelle can see the gleam of her juices on the man”s fingers. As Michelle moves to the next person at the table, she sees the silver-haired man raise his fingers to his face, to inhale her scent.
Cindy, who is standing directly behind Michelle, has seen everything. Michelle blushes slightly as she sees Cindy looking at her calmly, as if she sees executives fingering women”s cunts as an everyday occurrence. Michelle is wondering exactly what kind of business meeting this really is. Other than being groped by this one man, so far it has been quite ordinary.
Michelle hurries about her task, placing the materials in front of each of the board members. As she and Cindy circle the table to other side, she finds herself stopped by one of the women attendees, a tall brunette with a svelte, nicely rounded figure, and soft, shoulder-length curly hair. The woman has dropped her pen on the floor in front of Michelle. Michelle kneels down to retrieve it for her. Her tightly laced leather cocoon makes this simple act very difficult.
Michelle is forced to squat down, with her ass balanced on her heels, while she reaches down with her hand to locate the pen. While she is in this position next to the woman”s chair, the brunette swivels her chair to face directly at Michelle. She makes a show of crossing her legs directly in front of Michele”s face. As the woman lifts one leg above the other, she moves it very slowly. Her short, snug skirt slides up her leg, and Michelle is given a clear view of the woman”s thighs and pussy. She can see her pussy clearly because, like Michelle, she is wearing garters and stockings, and no panties. Her cunt is as naked and clean-shaven as Michelle”s is, as well.
As she has one leg balanced in the air above the other the woman extends her spike-heeled foot to touch Michelle”s left breast with the pointed tip of the shoe. She presses the sole of her shoe against Michelle”s upthrust tit and nipple for a moment, and then the foot is retracted, as the leg is gracefully draped over the other one.
Wordlessly, Michelle hands the woman her pen. Again, Michelle looks around, and sees no one registering any recognition of the little sexual dance that has just been played out. As before, Cindy has been in a position to observe everything. Again, she is calm, and impassive.
Michelle completes the distribution of the papers without further incident. She returns to her position at the computer console, to await further instructions. Her pussy is still throbbing and moist from the brief, sexual flirtations that have just been played out. Michelle wonders if that had been part of the script for this meeting.
*Scene 3 – Revelations and Explorations*
Master Damien continues with his presentation, cueing Michelle to advance the slide presentation as he speaks. After another 20 minutes, he pauses, and declares a break. Turning to Michelle, he speaks directly to her for the first time, in front of the group. “Michelle, come here, by the front of the table, please.”
Michelle slides her chair back, stands, and smoothes her skirt over her legs. She comes up to stand alongside her Master, facing the table. She clasps her hands behind her back, and stands upright, with her shoulders as far back as she can pull them. She fixes her eyes on the front edge of the table, directly in front of her. She can see her high, rounded breasts, straining to escape the thin gray silk of her blouse, at the bottom of her field of vision.
As she stands there, feeling the eyes of everyone in the room looking at her, Michelle can feel her nipples begin to harden. Looking down, she can see their outline become more pronounced through her blouse. There is no hiding her growing arousal at the way the unpredictable plot to this little drama is unfolding.
Still looking at the people arrayed at the table, he speaks to Michelle, at his side. “Michelle, remove your jacket, blouse, and skirt. Hand them to Cindy, please.”
Michelle”s eyes widen in shock and surprise at her Master”s order. She scans the people seated at the conference table, to gauge their reaction. Without exception, they have taken this extraordinary order as calmly and as devoid of any surprised reaction as if Master Damien had asked Michelle to go get a fresh pot of coffee.
As Michelle hesitates, she senses Cindy come to stand close beside her. “Now, Michelle. You are keeping everyone waiting,” he tells her, an impatient edge creeping into his voice.
Michelle slides her bright red suit jacket off her shoulders. Cindy helps to disengage her arms from the sleeves, not speaking a word, but her touch communicating a sense of trust and calm to Michelle. Now Michelle begins to unbutton the front of her blouse. Her fingers fumble with the buttons, as she unveils her breasts and her smooth, tight, black corset, while she works her way from her neck to her waist.
Michelle is watching her audience as she undresses in front of them. They are all watching her, interested, engaged in the drama unfolding before them; but in a detached, unemotional way. Each rustling movement of the silk blouse across her nipples feels excruciatingly exciting to Michelle.
Michelle pulls her blouse out of her skirt, and then it is slid off her body by Cindy”s soft, delicate hands.
Michelle stands there, displaying her highly mounded, naked breasts to the board of directors of her Master”s company. Her corset feels like it is constricting tighter and tighter around her body, as her sense of tension and anticipation ratchet up higher and higher.
Michelle can feel her heart pounding in her chest as her fingers find the zipper on the back of her short, snug, red skirt. Her hands are moving, as if on auto-pilot, unconnected to her brain. Her fingers release the waistband of the skirt. The top of her skirt is descending below her knees before she realizes it.
Cindy is kneeling at her feet to capture the trophy as it falls to the floor. She gently lifts Michelle”s shoes, one by one, out of the skirt, before she stands up. She smiles a devilish grin at Michelle as she stands next to her, holding her clothes.
Michelle straightens up, squares her shoulders, and repositions her hands behind her back. She can feel a trickle of wetness begin to escape from between her now fully visible, silky-smooth pussy lips. The people around the table continue to watch Michelle, in a direct, clinical way; as if they were inspecting a mannequin in a store window.
Master Damien breaks the tension of the moment with his words to Cindy. “Are you ready, Cindy?”
The svelte, young slip of a girl steps in front of Michelle, facing the group at the table. Michelle watches as her slender, tanned arms reach behind her back to unzip her dress. In a quick, graceful movement, Cindy slides her dress off her body, revealing an exquisite, lithe, dancer”s body. Cindy is completely naked now that her dress is on the floor, save for the stunning black leather body harness she is wearing.
One-inch wide straps of leather encircle her torso, above and beneath her small, girlish breasts, squeezing them into small, nicely rounded, succulent globes. One of her nipples is adorned with a small silver ring. Two more straps bind her belly and waist. A second ring pierces her navel.
The horizontal bands are linked to vertical strips of leather that run from her neck to her cunt, between her tits and across her belly; down each side and over her hips; and one more tracking the outline of her spine down her back. The vertical straps converge to form a single strip of leather drawn tightly through the crack of her ass. Between her asshole and her smooth-shaven pussy, the strap splits into two narrower bands that snuggle up between the top of her legs and her succulent, firm labia, pressing those wondrous folds of skin to bulge inwards, making her pussy look even more ripe and juicy, fruit ready to be plucked and feasted upon.
Cindy”s harness is fitted perfectly to her body, as if it was custom-made for her by a master craftsman. She wears it with a polished ease and grace. While it is buckled tightly around her slender frame, it does not hinder the petite woman”s movements in any way.
Cindy squats down to pick up her dress, spreading her knees far apart as the firm rounded flesh of her ass touches her heels, inviting all of the spectators to view her beautiful body. There is absolutely no shame or hesitation in her actions.
“This is a woman who loves to be naked,” Michelle muses, “One who came to an easy accommodation and comfort with the delightful soft curves of her body, and who relishes sharing that beauty with any and all who care to look.”
Cindy takes her dress and Michelle”s outfit and drapes them across the chair that Michelle had been seated at. She then comes and stands next to Michelle; and assumes the same submissive position, with her hands clasped behind her back and her eyes aimed at the floor in front of her feet. A quick sidelong glance at the girl standing next to her tells Michelle that Cindy is as excited as she is.
The two women in their black fetish attire stand there while the group sits, and watches them.
Master Damien then approaches Cindy. He stands in front of her, and strokes her hair and cups her face in the palm of his hand, tilting it upwards. Cindy”s wide-open, trusting eyes stare into Master Damien”s bright blue eyes. She opens her mouth to suck his thumb when he slides it across her lips. He drinks in the delicate, feminine beauty of the face he is holding in his hand.
He speaks it Cindy in a quiet, gentle voice. “Please get the tray now, Cindy. It is time to entertain our guests.”
Cindy kisses the palm of Master Damien”s hand as he releases her. She turns and walks wordlessly into the anteroom. In a moment, she returns with a gleaming silver tray. It is covered with a red, silk cloth, hiding the objects on the tray.
Master Damien turns to Michelle. ” Come here, Michelle,” he tells her as he moves to stand between the two men seated near the front of the table. Michelle walks forward to stand next to her Master, as the men rotate their chairs to face her as she approaches. Her Master indicates to Michelle that she is to stand in between the men. She is facing one man, while the other has a splendid, close-up view of her naked ass.
Without being bidden to do so, Cindy comes and stands next to Michelle, as Master Damien returns to the head of the table to watch.
Cindy approaches the man seated behind Michelle. Standing where Michelle cannot see her, she slides the silk cloth off of the tray and drapes it across her arm. She extends the tray to the man, and asks him, “Sir, if you please, with my Master”s compliments.”
The man replies, “Yes, let”s try some of this. I like the feel and scent of this one.”
Cindy follows up with, “Would you like for me to apply it, Sir, or do you wish to do so, yourself?”
“I”ll do it,” he answers.
Cindy sounds very calm and business-like, “Certainly, Sir, here let me give you some. There, is that sufficient, Sir? Thank you, Sir” Apparently, their transaction has been concluded.
Michelle still has no idea what is unfolding behind her. Then, she feels a finger probing between her ass cheeks, searching for her asshole. The finger is coated with a fragrant, strawberry-scented lubricant. The tip of the finger quickly finds her tight, pink rosette. It begins to circle around the puckered entrance to Michelle”s most private entrance, painting it with the slippery substance. Then, the well-manicured finger begins to tease and probe at her hole, testing its resistance.
Michelle feels a surge of adrenalin course through her body. She takes a deep breath and exhales deeply and slowly, as she savors the feeling of the finger teasing her asshole open. Standing in this executive suite wearing only a corset, stockings and heels; and having such an intimate exploration of her body being performed in front of such a refined, powerful group of executives is wildly exciting to her.
Michelle stands as motionless as she can, while the finger begins to relax her muscles, to work its way inside her.
Master Damien speaks to Michelle from the head of the table, “Spread your ass cheeks for the gentleman, Michelle. We all want to see how well you are trained.”
Michelle quickly does as she is ordered. She pulls her cheeks apart, to provide as wide a viewing angle as possible. At this point, the finger has disappeared inside her ass, up to the second knuckle.
Michelle feels a small tremor race through her body as the finger begins to twist and curl inside her, and begins to slide out, and then in again, each penetration easier than the last one, as Michelle”s muscles relax more and more, in concert with her increasing arousal. She looks at the rest of the people as they sit around the table, watching the man explore her ass with his finger.
While she is watching the man play with Michelle”s ass, the woman who had flashed her pussy at Michelle earlier begin to unbutton her own blouse partway. Michelle”s attention is drawn away from the woman on the other side of the table when she feels another hand touch her body.
The man seated in front of her is rubbing two fingers up and down her slit. He positions his fingers between her cunt lips and begins to slip them in and out between her lips. They are making a quiet, wet, sucking sound as they coax an ever-increasing flow of juices from Michelle”s cunt.
Michelle spreads her legs farther apart in a silent attempt to urge the man in front of her to become more aggressive and assertive with his fingers. Michelle”s pussy is aching to be penetrated and stretched, and her clit is silently screaming for attention. She closes her eyes as she focuses her attention on the hands and fingers playing with her body. The rest of the room melts away. Michelle is transported to another place. Only the hands and fingers playing the erotic musical instrument that Michelle has become matter to her now.
Michelle”s fingers are pressed into the flesh of her ass, her nails making bright red indentations in her skin, as she grips her cheeks tighter and tighter, in an attempt to stretch and spread them even farther apart. She is breathing deep, long breaths now; her body undulating and swaying as the men pluck at her sensual strings like a pair of Master violinists.
A low moan escapes her lips when the man in front of her finally inserts two fingers into her tight, wet cunt. Michelle now has two fingers in her ass and two in her cunt. She trembles and shakes as a third finger joins its brothers in her pussy. Michelle groans as the two men begin to massage the thin wall of sensitive pink flesh between her ass and her pussy from each side; their fingers talking to each other through the slippery, wet curtain that separates them.
Michelle is panting heavily now, as she gets closer and closer to an explosive climax.
The door to the conference room opens and closes. Michelle opens her eyes. Susan Berenson has entered the conference room. Susan glances at Michelle before she walks over to confer with Master Damien.
Michelle cannot hear what they say to each other. Susan acknowledges something with a nod of her head, and then she leaves the room. As she closes the door behind her, Susan turns and looks directly at Michelle. She pauses in the open door while she takes in the stunning visual imagery of Michelle standing between the two business men seated at the conference table; dressed only in her hourglass-shaped corset, stockings and heels; being masturbated by their hands thrusting in and out of her pussy and ass. Then she backs out of the room, closing the door behind her.
Michelle is biting her lip now, as she struggles to contain the orgasm that is rapidly approaching. She has forgotten all about Cindy. Her entire world consists of her cunt and ass, and the two hands that are so expertly manipulating her flesh.
Then, Cindy”s presence is suddenly the center of Michelle”s attention. Michelle bucks and nearly leaps off the hands inside her body when Cindy presses a large ice cube against Michelle”s sopping wet pussy, directly on her clit, and begins to rub it between the fleshly folds of her labia, in front of the hand in her pussy.
Michelle is utterly helpless now to hold back her orgasm. She cries out, loudly, as she climaxes. Her hands slip off her ass cheeks. She leans forward and holds onto the shoulders of the man in front of her, to steady herself and to keep from falling to the floor.
The fingers inside her are dancing a wild arabesque, as they seek to probe as deeply inside Michelle as they can possibly go. Then, Michelle can feel Cindy”s fingers in the crack of her ass. The sudden cold drips of water telegraph her intentions to Michelle. Michelle screams as Cindy slides a long sliver of ice into Michelle”s asshole while the man”s fingers spread her hole open to accept the freezing cold sphere of ice.
Once the ice has been forced deep into her ass, Cindy”s hand retreats. Michelle is gasping and panting as she begins to melt, herself, under the relentless orgasms she is being forced to deliver. Her entire body is on fire. The chill of the ice on her clit and in her ass does nothing to dampen the fiery passion in her body. Michelle is rocking back and forth on the hands as she fucks them. Her muscles spasm and jerk as she grips the fingers inside her.
Finally, the ice is gone, transformed into warm, sweet water dripping down her legs. The hands slip out of her body. Michelle straightens herself up, as she manages to stand unaided.
Cindy is again very business-like as she holds the tray in front of the men, one at a time. “Please Sir, would you like a moist towel to wipe your hands?” she asks each one. The men each take a small white towel from the tray and clean them of Michelle”s copious secretions.
Michelle stands there silently, concentrating on the echoes of her orgasms as they resonate throughout her body, and on the slick wetness on her thighs; the sweet, fragrant testament to her lust and her delight in being used so shamelessly by these powerful, anonymous men.
*Scene 4 – A Test of Endurance*
Michelle is given only a few minutes respite to recover from the men”s explorations of her body, before the coquettish young Cindy, resplendent and radiant in her black leather body harness, leads Michelle by the hand to the other side of the table. Here, three people have arranged their chairs in a triangle.
Cindy directs Michelle to the center of the triangle. In front of her are the woman who had fondled Michelle”s breast with her foot, and a man in a dark blue suit. Behind her is another man, this one wearing a jet-black suit.
Michelle assumes her standard position, legs spread slightly apart, with her hands folded together behind her neck. Cindy returns in a moment with her tray. She moves behind Michelle and sets the tray down on the table. A moment later, a flash of red whirls in front of Michelle”s eyes, and then the silk cloth that had been covering the tray was now wrapped around Michelle”s head, covering her eyes.
Michelle hears Cindy pick up her tray, and then kneel in front of the woman, so that she can make a selection from the items arrayed before her. Michelle hears the brunette pick something up off the tray, and tell Cindy, “Yes, this one looks divine. I love the look and the feel of it.”
Cindy responds, “Yes, Mistress, an excellent choice. Thank you, Mistress.”
Cindy then offers her tray to the two men seated behind Michelle. Each one picks an item from the tray. Cindy thanks each of them. Michelle can hear Cindy place her tray back on the table, and then kneel alongside Michelle. Then Cindy”s hands are on Michelle”s ankles, pulling them farther apart. Michelle dutifully widens her stance. Cindy stands up and uses her hands to cue Michelle to lift her arms and place them behind her neck, where she re-clasps them.
Michelle is getting more and more excited, by the sheer boldness of the submissive exercises she is being put through in the board room. She wonders how many of the employees outside this room have any idea what kinky acts of dominance and submission are being played out in here, besides Susan Berenson.
Michelle”s thoughts are interrupted by Cindy”s hands on her ass. Cindy is spreading her cheeks apart, to again expose Michelle”s asshole, still wet and well lubricated from her earlier finger fucking.
A moment later, Michelle feels a wide cylinder with a rounded tip being centered on her rectum. The hand holding it begins to twist it around while applying a gentle, but firm, pressure against her rear entrance.
Michelle sighs deeply as she opens up to the cylinder, to permit it to enter and explore the dark, inner reaches of her ass. The cylinder is rigid and straight. Michelle feels her hole being stretched wide open by the intruder. By its shape and the smooth feel of its surface, she guesses that she is being violated by a large vibrator, silent and menacing in the potential it represents, should it be activated inside her dark passage.
At this point, the vibrator, if that is what it is, is deep inside Michelle. It feels like it has been inserted a good 8 inches up her ass. The hand that has been working it slowly inside her stops, leaving the end of the vibrator sticking out of Michelle”s ass. Michelle feels fingers tracing the stretched skin around the circumference of the vibrator, and then up and down the crack of her ass above and below the long, hard instrument. Then they are gone.
A man”s voice tells Michelle, “Keep it inside you, slut. I don”t want to see even a millimeter of it slide out of that beautifully stretched ass of yours.”
Michelle”s voice sounds slightly strained as she answers, “Yes, Sir, I will do my best Sir. Thank you for your kindness. You have filled and stretched me completely. Holding your gift inside me will be quite a challenge.”
“You had better manage to keep it in, if you know what is good for you,” the voice replies.
Next, Michelle feels Cindy”s fingers on her labia. She is peeling back her puffy, smooth-shaven lips, baring the wet, pink flesh hidden beneath them, to expose the gushing wetness that confirms Michelle”s true feelings and reaction to having her ass stuffed with a long, hard vibrator.
While Cindy is baring her inner flesh for all to see, Michelle feels what she is sure is the brunette”s manicured fingers on her clitoris. Michelle hisses in sharply as the woman”s fingernails are drawn across her sensitive, swollen love button. A new surge of wetness coats Michelle”s wide-open pussy and the fingers that are playing with her cunt.
Then Michelle feels the unmistakable shape of a large, realistically shaped dildo being presented to the entrance to her cunt. Michelle can hear the woman chuckle as she begins to rotate the dildo to get the large, rounded head well coated with Michelle”s copious secretions. Then the dildo begins its journey deep into Michelle”s cunt. Michelle moans, and arches her back, as she feels the huge size of the dildo opening up her tight, pink hole. She can feel her nipples grow harder and begin to throb in reaction to the big rubber cock being thrust inside her.
Michelle begins to respond verbally to the woman who is wielding the dildo. “Oh, god, Mistress, that feels so good. It is so huge. Ohhh, I can feel it pressing against my cervix. My pussy is so hot, and wet. Thank you, Mistress, thank you.”
The fat, long dildo has reached the absolute limit of Michelle”s cunt. Almost its entire 12-inch length is inside her. Only a short length of thickly veined rubber is sticking out from between Michelle”s pussy lips. Michelle”s pussy is dripping with her juices. She can smell herself, like a bitch in heat. The dildo and the vibrator protrude from between Michelle”s legs like a pair of lewd candles in an upside-down candelabra. Being used like this in front of such powerful sophisticated men and woman is intoxicating to Michelle.
The second man behind her stands up and snaps a chain onto Michelle”s metal wrist bands, and pulls on her wrists to force her hands as far down beneath her shoulders as her protesting joints will permit. Michelle”s back is arched back even further, forcing her cunt out and forward to preserve her balance.
Michelle can hear the woman snicker, “Look at how she presents her cunt, with that nice fat prick wedged deep inside her. You can tell that she loves it. Just look at that cunt and that ass. This slut loves being double-fucked.”
Michelle hears Master Damien speak, from nearby. “Cindy, bite her nipples. We can”t let them escape the fun, can we?”
Cindy”s lips and teeth are on Michelle”s left nipple an instant later. Cindy”s long hair is brushing back and forth against Michelle”s belly as she nips and bites at Michelle”s swollen, hard nipples. Michelle bucks and yelps at an especially hard bite.
Cindy moves to Michelle”s” other tit. She opens her mouth wide and sucks as much of Michelle”s breast into her mouth as possible, while her tongue teases Michelle”s nipple while it is imprisoned deep inside Cindy”s warm, wet mouth. Then, Cindy releases Michelle”s tit and fastens her teeth on the nipple, biting down hard, and then pulling on the nipple to stretch Michelle”s breast out as far as she can.
Michelle quivers and trembles at the painful testing of her nipples. She feels her abdominal and cunt muscles contract violently, in response to the erotic torture she is being subjected to. “Another few minutes of this, and I will come,” Michelle thinks as the waves of pleasure and pain wash across her body. She is still bent backwards by her wrists behind her neck.
Michelle is gasping for relief, her body slick with sweat, the scent of her lust permeating the air. Her body is begging for release. She wants to come, she needs to come, but the people using her as their plaything are withholding that sweet, blessed relief from her. They are enjoying her suffering, her being used like a finely tuned violin, for their pleasure. Michelle”s pleasure and orgasm are of no interest to them. In fact, they are ecstatic over their power to deny Michelle her orgasm. It fuels their power, their control, their dominance over her.
Finally, the chain stretching Michelle”s arms behind her back is slackened, and then removed. Michelle returns to an upright position gratefully, her shoulders and arms shrieking in protest as they are permitted to relax to a simple hands-behind-neck position.
The woman who had stuffed Michelle”s pussy with the huge dildo tells the men surrounding Michelle, “It is time for us to finish our business. Spread-eagle her over there, to wait.”
Cindy leads Michelle away from the table. She is turned several times and led in different directions, to disorient her. Cindy”s naked foot kicks her feet apart. Hands tie ropes to her ankle bands, and then stretch her legs even farther apart as the ropes are tied to some unseen eyebolts on the floor. Then each of Michelle”s wrist bands has a rope firmly lashed to it, and her arms are pulled upwards and outwards.
Michelle”s limbs are now stretched into a big “X”. She has to concentrate hard on the dildo and vibrator as she struggles to keep them inside her. She can feel the vibrator begin to slip out of her ass. One of the people behind her sees this, and shoves it back in, roughly. The hand tests the dildo in her cunt, and reseats it back in as deep as possible, too.
The hand delivers eight hard slaps; four on each cheek, as punishment for letting her toys slip partway out of her body. Then the hand twists the base of the vibrator, to turn it on for the first time. Michelle leaps and strains against her bonds as she feels the fast, thrumming vibrations radiate outwards from her asshole to resonate throughout her body. Michelle squirms and dances against her bonds. She can feel her cunt and ass muscles spasm uncontrollably from the vibrator”s steady, insistent buzzing. It feels like her clitoris itself is resonating at a high pitch, like a tuning fork, in tune with the vibrator. Michelle finds it nearly impossible to hold the twin tools of her impalement within her hot, wet, fuck holes. She manages, just barely, though it is putting her through a terribly agonizing ordeal.
Of course, this is exactly as her Master intended.
*Scene 5 – A View of Submission*
Finally, Cindy”s hands untie the silk cloth from around Michelle”s eyes. Michelle squints and blinks as her eyes adjust to the light. A moment of panic overcomes Michelle, as she realizes that she has been positioned right at the floor-to-ceiling window facing Lake Michigan. There is nothing between her and a very long fall to the pavement below other than the thin pane of glass.
Michelle hears Master Damien begin the business meeting again, behind her. Cindy reaches around Michelle”s waist to cup her breasts in her small hands and to tease her nipples for a moment. Then she is gone. Nobody pays Michelle any attention now. She is left there, spread-eagled in front of the window to wait, and to try to keep the dildo in her cunt and the buzzing vibrator in her ass.
Michelle tries to relax while she waits for her Masters and Mistresses to return their attention to her. She looks out over the city and the lake. A pair of birds cartwheel and turn in the air outside the window. Michelle wonders what they think about the tightly corseted woman bound and tied behind the window. “Does this register as anything unusual to them?” she wonders. “Or do the mysterious actions of these strange beings without wings mean anything to such beautiful, free creatures?”
The buzzing vibrator in Michelle”s ass is becoming a fiendish and delicious form of torture for her. The constant vibrations are keeping her passions burning, like a steady, roaring fire. However, the vibrator in her ass, and the huge dildo stretching and filling her cunt with its long, hard form, are not enough to bring Michelle to orgasm. Her lust is suspended, unable to reach the peak and that ever-more-necessary release, and is also prevented from subsiding and slackening to a more restful, peaceful state.
Michelle squirms and pulls on the bonds stretching her limbs into an “X” shaped Saint Andrew”s Cross. Even being vigorously whipped would be better than this immobilizing torture. At least the whip would be sufficient to kick her mind over the edge into orgasmic bliss while it was painting vivid red welts across her ass and thighs.
As she stands there, suspended with her limbs angled outwards, Michelle discovers that if she strains forward, stretching her arms and legs as far as she can; she can just barely touch her elongated, erect nipples against the cold, clear glass of the window. Michelle has her eyes closed, delighting in the sensation of her nipples rubbing up and down the chilly, smooth glass. . If only she could do likewise with her slick, wet pussy, to get some friction on her clitoris.
When Michelle opens her eyes again, she looks out the window at the nearby buildings. In the high-rise hotel across the street, she sees a couple in a room one floor above her. They are both nude. The woman is standing with her arms outstretched, pressed against the window, with her legs spread apart, in a position very similar to the one that Michelle has been confined in. This woman is unbound, though.
Her lover is standing behind her, pumping his cock in and out of her pussy from behind. The woman is pressing her entire body against the window. She is undulating up and down, and back and forth, as she enjoys the wonderful cock that is plowing her pussy, and the gorgeous view out the window.
The woman in the hotel reaches down and begins to play with her clit, while she is being fucked. Her breasts are pressed flat against the glass now, as her lover increases the tempo of his fucking. Her fingers are a blur of motion on her clit. Michelle desperately wishes she could touch herself, too. That would be enough to give her the release that she craves.
Michelle continues to watch the couple making love in the hotel room window. Now, the woman has spotted Michelle, tied and spread-eagled behind the clear, untinted glass of the office window, with her wasp-waisted corset piling her tits up and projecting them outwards, while Michelle writhes and struggles to rub her tits against the glass. She points to Michelle, and Michelle can see her cocksman lean over her shoulder to look in Michelle”s direction.
The man reaches around his lover and cups her breasts in his hands, squeezing them up and out; in similar fashion to what Michelle”s corset is doing to her tits. The woman mimics Michelle”s position. She assumes a wide stance and lifts her arms towards the corners of the window. Her man squeezes and fondles her tits, and rubs her nipples against the glass.
Michelle can see that his cock is still pounding in and out of the woman”s cunt. With each stroke now, her belly and pelvis are shoved up against the window. Michelle continues to watch as the couple fuck their brains out, seemingly drawing their power and their lustful abandon from Michelle, their captive voyeur across the street.
Michelle is spellbound, forgetting her own sexual agony for a few minutes, as she watches the man and woman reach orgasm together. The man draws his partner tight, his hands gripping her breasts tightly, as he presses his entire body weight against her, as he thrusts his cock as deep into her pussy as he can. The woman is grinding her ass against her man”s pelvis, and her hips are swaying and rolling as she comes. Michelle feels so close to them that she almost believes she can hear the woman scream her orgasm into the cold glass of the window.
Now that they are satiated, the couple leans against the window, as they savor the ecstasy of their moment together. They wrap their arms around the other, kissing and petting each other”s bodies in a display of relaxed, open intimacy. They both look again in Michelle”s direction, as if seeking a sign of her approval. All Michelle can do is nod her head in acknowledgment and recognition of the show she has just witnessed.
Michelle wonders if this is the first time they have put on such an intimate display like this, or if they are practiced exhibitionists. Are there others, in this same office building, at adjacent windows or on different floors, who have also seen the intense sexual encounter unfold across the street? Could there be other couples in this building, who are putting on a sex show for the pair in the hotel? Could there even, possibly, be another woman bound and restrained, like Michelle, in this building? The idea of a whole array of Michelles, tied up, on display in each window in the building, makes for an incredibly powerful image in Michelle”s mind.
Then, the couple in the hotel is gone, retreating to their bed, to rest and recuperate. Perhaps, Michelle thinks, she is licking her lover”s cock, cleaning it of his come and her cunt juices; much as Michelle is required to do after her Master has fucked her.
After they are gone, Michelle is left hanging there, figuratively and literally, while her Master”s business meeting drones on behind her.
At that moment, when Michelle feels like she can”t take another minute of being marooned in this erotic no-man”s land, aroused yet with her sexual thirst unquenched, Cindy returns to stand next to Michelle. She is still wearing only the leather harness. Cindy steps under Michelle”s bound arm, and slithers between Michelle and the window. She faces Michelle, with her derriere pressed against the glass.
Cindy lifts her hands up between their bodies to toy with Michelle”s nipples while she studies Michelle”s face, above her own. She is rolling Michelle”s nipples between her thumbs and forefingers in a slow, rhythmic rotation. She continues to study Michelle, like a child studies a caged animal at the zoo.
Finally, she speaks to Michelle. “You know, I”ve wanted to meet you for a long time. I have heard so much about you. You are so, so, so…completely uninhibited. I am in awe of your submission, your surrender, to your Master. You are so open, so trusting, so giving.”
Michelle does not know what to say. She decides to just smile back at Cindy, this so-sensual and so-fresh and innocent looking young woman, with the body of a girl and the graceful, poised sensuality of a completely sensual being, a woman who delights in her sexuality and is in love with every nuance of her body; someone who is open and willing to do anything asked of her, anything to further her adventures and explorations into the pleasures of the flesh. Michelle can tell that Cindy has great potential as a submissive. She could easily become someone who only knows submission, someone who has forgotten everything else and leaves every other aspect of her life behind her.
Michelle finds her voice and asks Cindy, “How long have you known Master Damien? Do you belong to him, like I do?”
Cindy continues to roll Michelle”s nipples between her fingers as she replies, “I met him on a chat line. We exchanged messages for many months before we met. I fantasized about him for a long time. The first time we met, he had me fitted for this harness. I have been wearing it ever since. Each day, now, I am harnessed for a minimum of 4 hours. When I am not harnessed, I am usually corseted, like you are. I wear my harness and my corset everywhere, to school, shopping, even when I go to the gym to exercise. Taking it off and putting it back on in the locker room is such an incredible thrill. I get wet each time I do it. And I shave my pussy every day, just like you do, Michelle, ….for him.”
From behind Michelle, Master Damien calls out, “Cindy, come here. It is time to prepare to serve our luncheon.
Cindy winks at Michelle and gives her nipples an extra twist. She gets up on tiptoe and kisses Michelle quickly on the lips before she slides out from between Michelle and the window. “You are going to just love lunch, Michelle. Trust me,” se says, and then she is gone, leaving Michelle to stare out the window and to try to ignore the buzzing vibrator in her ass and the big, fat, rubber cock buried in her cunt.
Cindy returns a few minutes later. She unties Michelle”s ankles, and then her wrists. Michelle”s arms fall heavily to her sides. Cindy comes and stands close behind Michelle. Michelle can feel Cindy”s nipples against her back as Cindy reaches around Michelle”s hip to ease the dildo out of Michelle”s cunt.
“Mmmmm, thank you, Cindy,” Michelle murmurs as she luxuriates in the touch of the sweet, young woman, though the removal of the dildo leaves Michelle feeling empty, and hungry again for a cock, hopefully a real one this time to substitute for the artificial one she has had up to this point.
Cindy reaches both arms around Michelle to hug her tightly, and to cup her breasts for a moment. Then she slips the vibrator out of Michelle”s ass, before switching it “off”. “Kneel here, facing the window, until Master Damien is ready for you,” she whispers to Michelle.
Michelle gratefully accepts the opportunity to rest. She kneels down, her ass on her heels, as she leans her weight on one arm.
*Scene 6 – Setting the Stage*
A few minutes later, Cindy returns. She bids Michelle to stand and she proceeds to lead her by the hand into an adjoining room. This room is also a conference room, with a polished wood table dominating the center of the room. The table is smaller, however, and narrower. It is covered with a crisp, white linen tablecloth. However, there are no place settings laid on it yet. They are piled on a serving table off to one side.
Cindy goes to stand in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows that form one wall of this room. With a simple, practiced, grace, Cindy unbuckles and removes her harness. She lays it carefully on a chair. Then she hops up on the table, taking care to not wrinkle the tablecloth. Once she has lain down, she turns her head to Michelle and tells her, “Tie me down. There are ropes attached to the legs of the table. Bind my ankles and wrists.” Cindy extends her arms over her head as she speaks. She stretches her slender limbs towards the four corners of the table.
Michelle kneels next to the table. She finds supple, white braided ropes tied to the table legs, and neatly coiled on the floor. She begins with Cindy”s wrists. Michelle wraps the soft rope around each slender wrist, and then ties an elegant, tight knot to hold Cindy”s wrists securely, so she has no possibility of escape.
Cindy relaxes and sighs a deep sigh of contentment as Michelle binds her arms. She clearly is enjoying this experience.
Michelle moves to the other end of the table. She pulls on Cindy”s legs, to stretch her petite form and to ensure that, when her ankles are tied, that she will have no room to wiggle or move on the table. In a few minutes, Cindy”s legs are as securely tied as her wrists are. She is a beautiful vision of sweet, freely yielding submission, her smooth and soft tan skin a brilliant contrast to the bright white tablecloth. Michelle returns to the head of the table to arrange Cindy”s long, lustrous dark hair in a fan-shape above and behind her head.
As soon as Cindy has been restrained on the table, Susan Berenson enters the room. She takes a long look at Cindy”s nude, supple form on the table top, before turning her attention to Michelle. Susan points at the fruits, cheeses, and other luncheon treats that are waiting on the serving table along with the place settings.
“Michelle, I want you to set the dinner table. Arrange each place setting around the perimeter of the table. There should be a setting by each of Cindy”s arms and legs; two above her head between her arms; two on each side of her body by her tits, and her thighs; and two more at the foot of the table between her legs. Once you have that task completed, you will arrange the food on Cindy, herself. Use her chest, belly, tits, and legs. Place the dipping creams and sauces between her legs, close to her pussy.”
Michelle nods her head as she acknowledges her instructions, “Yes, thank you. I understand.”
Susan Berenson turns on her heel and departs from the room, leaving Michelle and Cindy alone again.
“Mmmm, don”t you agree, Michelle, that lunch is going to be wickedly delicious affair?” Cindy says, as she stretches and tests her bonds.
“Have you done this before – been used for a table?” Michelle asks as she begins to arrange thinly sliced mangos, papayas, and kiwi fruit on Cindy”s breasts. She places the thin, dripping slices of fruit in a tightly wound spiral arrangement on each breast, leaving the nipple uncovered.
Cindy answers with a simple, “Yes, I have,” leaving the details unspoken, and leaving Michelle”s imagination to run wild.
Michelle continues to arrange the food. She connects the tails of the fruit spirals that trail down Cindy”s belly beneath her breasts with an intertwined helix arrangement of small slices of cheeses. A large bunch of succulent purple grapes are placed between Cindy”s arms, stretched above and behind her head, and her neck. An array of peeled bananas is balanced horizontally across Cindy”s thighs, from the top of her legs halfway to her knees. Michelle places a small pyramid of unwrapped butter slices on either side of Cindy”s navel, and she mounds a small hill of a creamy white dip just above the smooth, soft folds of Cindy”s labia.
Cindy has her eyes closed, as she exhilarates in the touch of each new food item being so artfully arranged on her body.
Michelle decides to add a decorative touch. She takes a rose from a vase of flowers on the nearby credenza, and cuts the stem to a 4-inch length. Placing it carefully so that the thorns on the stem only touch, but don”t pierce, Cindy”s sensitive female flesh; Michelle nestles the rose stem between Cindy”s delicate smooth-shaven pussy lips. The base of the bright red flower is balanced on top of Cindy”s delicious little clitoris, at the top of her pussy.
Michelle also takes a garland of small wildflowers that had been draped across the food tray and entwines one end through Cindy”s nipple ring. She lays the chain of flowers across Cindy”s belly, in an erotic swirling pattern, and fastens the other end through Cindy”s navel ring.
Her masterpiece nearly completed, Michelle takes a tiny glass bowl and fills it with heavy, white cream. This she places in Cindy”s open, receptive mouth, for her to hold; a simple, stunningly decadent visual piece de resistance for this lascivious tableau.
Michelle steps back to admire her handiwork. Cindy looks absolutely stunning, relaxed and supine on the table, her body a veritable feast. The early afternoon sunlight casts a golden hue throughout the room, making Cindy”s nude body shine with a warm passionate glow. Michelle wishes she had a camera, to capture this moment.
Before she has time to daydream any further, the doors to the boardroom are thrown open and Master Damien leads the group into the dining room. The group assembles around the table. Master Damien takes his place at the foot of the table, at one of the place settings between Cindy”s legs. He motions for Michelle to sit next to him. The other guests take their places around Cindy, place their napkins on their lap, and wait for the signal to begin.
Master Damien turns to Michelle, and tells her, “I will start with a mango slice, Michelle. Select one, with your teeth, and bring it to me.” Michelle stands and moves between two of the guests so she can lean over to reach a mango slice on Cindy”s breast with her teeth. Cindy is watching Michelle”s every move. She closes her eyes and trembles slightly as Michelle”s lips touch the soft small mound of her breast. Michelle deftly picks up the mango slice with her teeth. As she does so, Master Damien tells her, “I think I would like the mango dipped in cream, please.”
Michelle holds the slice of fruit in her teeth, while a small, yellowish drop of juice hangs for a moment from the succulent slice, before dripping down onto Cindy”s chest. She turns to position the fruit over the bowl of cream that Cindy is holding steady in her mouth. As Michelle lowers her face to Cindy”s to dip the mango into the cream, her noses touches Cindy”s. Michelle inhales Cindy”s exhaled breath, while the two of them share this intensely erotic moment with their eyes locked on each other.
Michelle lowers the mango slice into the cream, and then slowly lifts it into the air. A rivulet of cream drips and spatters on Cindy”s cheek, before coursing down her neck.
Michelle returns to her Master. She sits down next to him and then offers him the mango slice. She reaches forward to place it in his mouth, passing it from her lips to his.
Michelle is watching his eyes the entire time, searching for a sign of approval. As he tastes the fruit and savors the cream, he turns the offering of food into a kiss. Michelle kisses him back eagerly, thrilling to this intimate display of affection in front of the audience that is watching them.
As her Master draws out the kiss, his hands are moving, unseen, in front of Michelle. She first feels their presence when the tight, metal pincers of a pair of clips are affixed to her hard, erect nipples. The sudden, sharp pain is the perfect complement to the soft, gentle kiss.
When Master Damien ends the long, passionate kiss, Michelle murmurs, “Thank you, Master, you do me a great honor. I do love it when you imprison my nipples like this. It only makes the fire of my submission to you burn hotter, as you know so well. Thank you for giving me this opportunity to serve you, here, today.”
By now, all of the guests have begun to feast on the luncheon that Michelle has arrayed on Cindy, and on Cindy herself. Many of the items picked up from Cindy”s body are picked up with lips and teeth, rather than fingers. Some are eaten immediately, but many are either dipped in the bowl of cream that Cindy is holding in her mouth, or between the slick wet folds of her pussy to add the sweet, fresh taste of Cindy, herself, to the morsel of food.
A panoply of hands and lips and tongues are roving across Cindy”s skin, fondling and tasting her. The group is enjoying Cindy as much as, or more than, the food itself. Everyone”s appetites are whetted, and spurred on, by the erotic spectacle of dining on this beautiful, young woman.
Cindy remains motionless on the table. Only the slow rise and fall of her chest, the blinking of her eyes, the steady flow of juices from her pussy, and the warmth of her flesh, betray the fact that she is a live, very much aroused, woman and not a mannequin.
*Scene 7 – Serving Lunch*
Michelle moves from place to place around the table, as she is summoned by the luncheon participants, one after the other, to perform a variety of services. First, Michelle”s pussy is used in the same role that Cindy”s is, to add an extra, delicious taste to the food.
Two men, and one of the women, use Michelle to conduct a taste test contest. The woman coats mango slices with Cindy”s cunt juices and with Michelle”s. She feeds the mangoes to the two men, to see if they can identify each woman”s personal flavor, and recognize it again after tasting it for the first time.
One of the men finds it easy to tell the difference between Michelle”s and Cindy”s juices, while the other one cannot distinguish between them. As a final test, the woman offers the pussy-soaked mango slices to Michelle, in a challenge to her to identify her own taste.
Michelle does manage to tell the difference. While she always enjoys the taste of her own passion, Michelle finds Cindy”s pussy flavor to be very delectable and tasty. She can”t wait for the opportunity to touch her tongue directly to Cindy”s pussy and clit to get more than a teasing sample of her womanhood.
Next, Michelle is required to sit on a man”s lap, so he can slide his erect penis into her cunt and have a slow, sensuous fuck while he dines, with Michelle serving as his handmaiden. On each upstroke, Michelle leans forward to select another morsel of food from Cindy”s body. As she eases herself back down the cock to sit with the weight of her body pressing the penis deep inside her, Michelle twists around to place the bit of food between the man”s lips.
Michelle and the man repeat this cycle for 15 iterations before he comes, filling Michelle”s cunt with a hot, creamy dessert. Michelle continues to rise to select another food item, sit back down on the cock, and feed the man, each stroke feeling wonderfully wet and smooth from the flood of come lubricating her cunt; until his cock begins to soften and he releases Michelle to service the next person.
The other female board member goes to stand next to the window. She unzips her skirt and slips it off her legs in an easy, uninhibited display. Michelle guesses that this is not the first time this woman has stripped in front of her fellow board members. She beckons Michelle over to her, and orders her to get some grapes from Cindy. Michelle is instructed to slide three grapes up into the woman”s cunt, with her mouth and tongue.
Michelle kneels in front of the woman with the grapes in her mouth. The board member peels off her tiny thong, and steps out of it, leaving it on the floor in front of her feet. She then spreads her legs wide apart to give Michelle easy access to her pussy. She frames her pussy with her hands, spreading her labia and baring her inner flesh and then inviting Michelle to begin.
Michelle admires the sculptured design of the woman”s closely cropped and trimmed pussy hair. She opens up the pink flower petals of the woman”s pussy and presses her open mouth against the woman”s cunt. Using her long, flexible tongue, Michelle pushes the grapes into the dripping wet cunt, one at a time. After she has completed her task, the woman orders Michelle to lick and suck on her clit, and to bring her to orgasm.
Michelle begins to nibble, suck and tease the woman”s swollen, pink nub. She pauses every few minutes to lap her tongue up and down the woman”s slit, to slurp in the cascade of juices that is gushing from the woman”s cunt. After about 10 minutes of Michelle”s expert tongue-lashing, the woman pulls Michelle”s head into her cunt and begins to hump her pussy up and down on Michelle”s face as she comes. All the while, Michelle is licking and sucking each delicious drop of the woman”s sweet tasty juices, as she draws the woman”s come forth, extending her orgasm lick by delicious lick.
Michelle continues to whip and lash the woman”s clit and cunt with her tongue until the woman comes in a shuddering rush.
Now that Michelle has satisfied her, the woman leans back against the window and slides down it, until she is sitting on the floor, her legs splayed apart, to let everyone in the room see the results of Michelle”s tongue-work. She closes her eyes to replay in her mind the delicious details of what Michelle has just done for her. The smile on her lips and her fingers gently circling and playing with her clitoris tell Michelle that she has done her job well.
When Michelle is released by the woman, her face is wet and shiny with the woman”s cunt juices. Her next assignment begins when she is ordered to crawl, on her hands and knees, over to one of the men at the table. Michelle is given the simple task of kneeling in front of him and sucking him to orgasm. Michelle works her lips and tongue up and down the man”s cock. She wraps her hands around the base of the erect penis and around the man”s balls. While she is fellating him to near orgasm, he slides forward on his chair, and tells Michelle to slide her index finger into his ass and to massage him.
Michelle works her finger in and out of her pussy to get it nice and wet. To heighten the visual effect, she holds her cunt-juice coated finger in front of her face and she lets a mouthful of saliva slip between her lips to be added to the slippery, wet lubricant on her finger.
Then, she wraps her mouth around the large, flaring cock head while she positions her finger at man”s asshole. She begins to slowly work the tip of her finger past his tight, puckered entrance; being careful to not hurt him with her long, manicured fingernail. The man is groaning and thrusting his hips up and down, in reaction to the outstanding cock sucking and the long, slender finger that is now sliding easily in and out of his ass.
Michelle holds the man firmly; one hand holding his cock, with her thumb pressed against his urethra to help hold back his orgasm as long as possible, and the other underneath his ass with her finger probing deep inside his rear entrance. Michelle forces her finger as deep inside him as she can. She begins to massage him, as she begins to fuck him harder and faster with her mouth. Up and down, up and down, she slurps.
Michelle is humming and moaning around the cock in her mouth between the wet, slurping strokes. She is making this as stunning and viscerally exciting a blowjob as she can. The combination of what her hands, mouth, tongue, and voice are doing is bringing the man to a fever pitch.
While Michelle is totally absorbed with the man she is serving, she feels her ass being lifted up and her knees being forced apart. A moment later, Michelle”s dripping wet cunt, steaming with her own juices and the semen from the man who fucked her a few minutes ago, is filled with another large cock.
This man makes no pretense of what he wants. His hands hold Michelle firmly by the hips, molding the leather of her corset even tighter to her body. He begins to fuck her cunt with long, hard, powerful strokes. The cock in her belly wants to come, fast and hard, and with no attempt to pace himself or to overly prolong his visitation to the intimate inner recesses of Michelle”s body.
Michelle is rocking back and forth on her knees. She sucks the cock in front of her deep into her mouth while the cock in her cunt rams itself in, fast and hard. She lets the cock in her mouth slide almost all the way out, until only the tip is held between her teeth; when the cock in her pussy slides wetly out of her.
Back and forth, in and out, Michelle and the two men merge into a single, intense, powerful sexual being. The sloppy, wet sounds of the cocks disappearing into Michelle”s body, and then reappearing again, coupled with the vocal accompaniment dominate the entire room. Every one except Cindy, who is still reclined, motionless on the table, is watching them.
Finally, the man who is fucking Michelle”s cunt comes, with a howl of triumph. His come starts pumping deep into Michelle. He lets his cock slide out of her while he is still coming, to let the rest of his semen shoot on her labia and into the crack of her ass. He slides his cock up and down her slit and her ass after he finishes ejaculating on her body, to let Michelle”s soft, wet come-soaked skin stimulate the sensitive skin of his cock even more.
Now the cock in Michelle”s mouth explodes into orgasm. Michele drinks down every drop that the man gives to her, letting only a small trickle escape from her lips, to make the visual record of their fucking, complete.
Michelle turns her attention back to the dining table, where the rest of the guests are still enjoying their lunch. Most of the food that Michelle had arranged on Cindy is gone now. The board members are feasting on Cindy herself now.
Hands and mouths are roving across the soft gentle hills and swales of Cindy”s supine, relaxed body as they drink and taste Cindy”s creamy, delectable flesh. The bowl of cream has been removed from Cindy”s mouth. One of the men has turned Cindy”s head sideways so she can suck his cock. His hands hold her head firmly as he slowly rocks back and forth, sliding his erect penis in and out of her sweet, delicate lips.
One of the women is leaning over the table and is making a dessert of Cindy”s pussy. She is dribbling whipped cream on Cindy”s naked pussy, and licking it off wit her tongue. At the same time, one of the men has the woman”s dress up over her hips and is fucking her from behind. His cock is rhythmically disappearing, and then reappearing, in and out of the woman”s cunt.
Two more men are nibbling and sucking on Cindy”s nipples. The one who is playing with her pierced nipple is using it to gently lift Cindy”s breast while he encircles her small, lovely mound with his hands.
Cindy is writhing on the table now, twisting against her wrist and ankle restraints, as she grows more and more aroused by the three men and the woman who are stoking her lust, coaxing her ever closer to a tremendous orgasm. Being unable to move is clearly adding fuel to Cindy”s fire. Her arm and leg muscles tense and grow taut as she struggles, futilely, against her bonds. Being helpless, and the act of struggling against her restraints is a powerful intoxicant for her.
Michelle stands next to the man who is fucking Cindy”s face. She and Cindy lock their eyes on each other as Cindy rolls and tumbles ever closer to her orgasm. Seeing the bond between the two women, the man takes Michelle”s hand and wraps it around his cock. Now it is Michelle who is thrusting the rigid cock in her hand into Cindy”s wide-open mouth. It is Michelle who is controlling this lascivious sex act. It is Michelle who is fucking Cindy, with the cock in her hand and with her eyes.
Michelle watches Cindy”s eyes flash and grow wild as she begins to spasm and jerk when her orgasm arrives, fast and hard. Michelle squeezes the man”s cock and pumps it in and out of Cindy”s mouth faster and faster. Now, he is coming, too. Michelle lets the first spurts shoot down Cindy”s throat before pulling the penis out from between Cindy”s lips to spray the rest of his come across her hot, flushed face. Michelle aims the hot, white gobs of come at Cindy”s cheeks, her nose, her forehead, and her chin, as they spew forth from the fountainhead of the man”s lust.
Michelle paints Cindy”s face with a sensuous artistry, as she draws the man”s energy and potency from his cock, and transfers it to Cindy. Cindy has her mouth wide open, as she begs Michelle to let her have more come. Michelle lets the final drops cascade into that beautiful, wet cavern to feed Cindy”s insatiable appetite for come.
Finally, the man is spent, his cock deflating. Michelle places the softening cock back into Cindy”s mouth, so she can drain it of the last precious white droplets of come. Cindy closes her lips around the penis, while her tongue and mouth massage it gently. Cindy”s eyes are closed, her mind seemingly transported to another place, as she savors the sweet, warm penis that is resting within her mouth.
*Scene 8 – Delicious Desserts*
While Cindy is playing with the cock in her mouth, the woman whom Michelle had serviced by the window comes over to stand next to Michelle. She leans over and kisses Cindy on the lips when the man withdraws his penis from Cindy”s mouth.
The woman is wearing only her bra, the rest of her clothes having disappeared after her skirt and thong since Michelle had inserted the grapes into her cunt. Either she, or someone else, has freed her tits from the cups of the bra. The bra has been tugged down underneath the woman”s breasts, lifting them up and out in an uninhibited display of wanton lust.
The woman orders Michelle to kneel on her hands and knees next to the table. When Michelle positions herself as ordered, the woman places her bare foot on Michelle”s back, directly over the lacings of her tight leather corset, and uses Michelle as a stepladder so she can get up on top of the table. The woman swings her leg over to straddle Cindy, with her naked cunt inches above Cindy”s delicately featured face, her eyes bright with anticipation and expectation.
The woman lowers her head, and begins to swish her long, red hair along Cindy”s thighs, belly, and pussy. Cindy is wiggling and squirming against the ropes binding her arms and legs in obvious delight. Cindy lifts her head up and strains to reach the pussy that is hovering above her face, just out of reach.
Now, the woman bends farther down over Cindy”s body. Her breasts are now touching Cindy”s belly, her nipples tracing a random pattern across Cindy”s sensitive flesh. She descends further, her lips now inches from Cindy”s naked cunt. When Cindy raises her ass up off the table in an attempt to get the woman to kiss her clit, the woman lifts her head up to stay out of Cindy”s reach. She also takes her right hand and slaps Cindy, playfully, on her labia. Cindy”s body returns to the tabletop, though not without a groan of protest.
The woman orders Michelle to stand up and to start finger-fucking her asshole. Michelle uses Cindy”s mouth for her source of lubricant, and she begins to work her index finger into the woman”s tight, puckered entrance, directly above Cindy”s wide-eyed, admiring face.
Now, the woman has granted Cindy”s earlier, silent request. She is licking Cindy”s slit, up and down, and gently tonguing her clitoris. Cindy is mewing small quiet sounds of appreciation. The woman pauses in her cunt licking for a moment to tell Michelle to position her cunt directly over Cindy”s mouth and to ensure that Cindy keeps her mouth wide open.
When Michelle does so, the woman orders Michelle to fuck her ass faster and harder, and to keep inserting fingers, one at a time. Then, she returns her attentions to Cindy”s sweet young pussy, worshiping it with her mouth and tongue like it was the most beautiful pussy in the world.
Michelle soon has two fingers, and then three, in the woman”s ass. She is sliding them in and out easily now; the woman completely relaxed and open to her. Michelle begins twisting and turning her fingers, and spreading them apart inside her ass, to heighten the sensations. The woman is moaning and pushing back against Michelle”s hand. Droplets of pussy juices rain down from her cunt into Cindy”s open, waiting mouth. The woman is inching ever closer to an orgasm.
Michelle can hear wet, sloppy sucking sounds coming from the direction of Cindy”s cunt. Both Cindy and the woman on top of her are creaming all over themselves, as they feed off each other”s excitement. They are two insatiable sluts, lost in their own world of cunts, clits, and tongues.
Michelle now has three fingers buried to the hilt in the woman”s ass, with her thumb massaging the soft, hairless flesh between her ass and cunt. The woman begins to rock back and forth faster and faster, her mouth glued to Cindy”s pussy, her breathing and her moans of lust muffled by Cindy”s cunt. Cindy is straining to lift her ass up to press her hot, sensitive flesh into the woman”s mouth and to entice her to press her tongue as deeply as she can into Cindy”s fuck hole; and straining to lift her head to let her lips kiss the woman”s cunt, to lap up the juices that are streaming down her thighs.
Suddenly, the woman lifts her head up from the altar of love between Cindy”s thighs, closes her eyes, bites her lip, and comes. Her entire body convulses, from her toes to her head, in one long, continuous orgasmic release.
Michelle continues to fuck the woman”s ass with her hand. The woman sits up, arches her back and grasps her tits in her hands. As she pulls and twists her nipples, she reaches the crescendo of her orgasm. With her body wracked by spasm after spasm, she ejects the three grapes from deep inside her cunt, directly into Cindy”s waiting mouth.
As soon as her orgasm has propelled the grapes out of her cunt, it is as if a dam has broken. A fresh waterfall of juices surges out of her cunt and cascades down into Cindy”s mouth and onto her face. Now, finally, she lowers her pussy onto Cindy”s face, to rock her cunt back and forth on Cindy”s tongue, and to permit Cindy to lap up and down her slit. This pushes the woman over into another orgasm. And Cindy comes now, too, from the effects of this most intensely intimate sexual act.
The woman lowers her entire body onto Cindy to relax and savor the echoes of their orgasms. She tells Michelle to keep her fingers in her ass. Cindy and the woman continue to kiss and lick each other”s pussies. It is as if neither woman wants this encounter to end, and neither one wants to let the other”s cunt escape from their tongues.
Finally, the woman tells Michelle to slide her fingers out, but to do so as slowly as possible, so she can enjoy each millimeter of movement for as long as possible. When Michelle has completely withdrawn her fingers, the woman orders Michelle to kneel again so she can use Michelle as a footstool to get down from the table.
As soon as she is standing again, the woman goes to pick up her clothing and then returns to the adjacent boardroom. Master Damien and the rest of the board members depart as well, leaving Cindy and Michelle alone in the dining room.
Michelle leans down to kiss the still-bound Cindy, and to tell her, “You were absolutely wonderful. I loved watching your performance. You are one of the most uninhibited, sensual, and erotic beings I have ever met. You are an absolute angel of sensuality.”
Cindy closes her eyes and smiles at Michelle. She replies, “I think you are pretty special, too, Michelle. I love your grace and elegance - the simple, understated aura of total submission to Damien.
Susan Berenson enters the room to survey the results of the lunch. She sets some warm, wet towels on the side table and in a very business-like voice, tells Michelle to untie Cindy, and for both of them to get dressed. Then she leaves to attend to her other duties.
Michelle releases Cindy”s rope bonds, and helps her up off the table. Michelle has Cindy stand next to the table so she can wash and cleanse her body. Of course, before using the towels on Cindy”s sweaty, food and come and cunt-juice coated flesh, she uses her tongue to bathe and clean Cindy”s pussy.
Cindy then returns the favor for Michelle. After both women are clean and fresh, Michelle helps Cindy to put on and rebuckle her soft leather body harness. The two submissives embrace, one caged in her leather harness, and the other laced into her tight wasp-waisted corset. Together, they make an elegantly decadent picture of easy, relaxed and open sexuality.
Susan Berenson sticks her head back in the door to tell the two submissives that they have been dismissed for the day.
After putting their conventional outerwear on over their fetish attire, the two women leave the dining room. They walk, arm in arm, through the office hallways, to the elevator. They gather up admiring looks from the men like they were wildflowers in a spring meadow. Michelle wonders if any of them have any idea of what she and Cindy have just done, on the other side of the wall from them. The knowledge of what they have just done puts a sly smile on each woman”s face as the elevator doors close behind them.
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