As promised in my Diary it’s time I revealed what happened the day I went to see my Boss at his home.
Saturday morning my Boss sent a taxi to collect me, as instructed I didn’t wear any knickers, just stockings and heels with a short skirt and a blouse tied at the waist and unbuttoned to show off a large amount of cleavage.
Taking a seat in the rear of the car I wriggled down and made myself comfortable for the journey, the driver was watching me surreptitiously through the rear view mirror. I couldn’t help the slutty part of me showing itself and teasing the man behind the steering wheel, he looks in need of a treat, the slight body odour emanating from him as though he’d not bathed, or perhaps been cooped up in this car too long, tickled my nostrils.
It wasn’t exactly a turn on but it did remind me of watching that group of workmen in the office a few months ago, their exertions causing patches of sweat to appear under their arms and between their shoulder blades. The musky aroma and skin glistening with sweat was reminiscent of the bedroom after a particularly energetic sex session. Maybe that’s why I did what I did.
Hitching my skirt high around my thighs I parted my legs, I saw the drivers eyes swivel to the mirror and adjust it for a better view. I knew he would be able to see the pale skin above my stockings and possibly even that I was naked beneath my skirt.
I trailed the tips of my fingers slowly up my thighs, across my stomach and higher, lingering on my breasts, using my finger nails to scratch my nipples lightly until they hardened. With one hand still cupping my breast I slipped 2 fingers into my mouth, wrapping my lips around them and sucking deeply.
When my fingers were nice and wet, still making sure the driver was watching, I used both hands to spread my pussy lips wide and thrust 2 fingers deep inside, unable to contain the moan of pleasure, my head thrown back and biting my lip. Through slitted eyes I could see the taxi driver rubbing his crotch vigorously through his trousers, he must've had one eye on the road ahead and the other on what I was doing in the back seat.
Looking directly at the rear view mirror I raised my hand to my mouth, waiting until the drivers eyes met mine in the reflected image and then using the tip of my tongue delicately lapped at my finger tips, closing my eyes in sensuous pleasure; revelling in my own arousal I suckled hungrily on them, the sweet nectar serving to heighten my sexually aroused state yet further.
At that moment I could have been anywhere in the world so engrossed was I in my own pleasures and anticipation of what lay ahead at my Bosses house.
Pinching and rolling the nipple on my left breast sent shivers through my body I used my thumb to rub my clit while finger fucking myself and within minutes I was close to cumming.
"You need some help back there lady?" the taxi driver enquired hopefully.
Barely able to gasp out the words I instructed him to carry on, I didn't dare be late for my appointment with my Boss, nor arrive full of another mans cum; turning up with a soaking wet pussy was a different matter. I didn't see how my Boss could object to me feeling horny in anticipation of our meeting today; I suspected we'd be doing a lot more than just talk.
Eventually we turned into a narrow winding country lane, about a mile along there at the end of the lane there were two driveways, the right hand one led between impressive stone pillars with concrete lions crouching on top. The drive itself was gravel and Rhododendron bushes ran down both sides.
As the taxi crunched its way over the gravel an impressive house came into view, a 3 floor Georgian style mansion, a feeling of apprehension tinged with more than a hint of excitement flooded through me, I couldn’t imagine what awaited me behind those walls; there had been no hints given by my Boss when I’d been instructed to visit him at home.
The massive front door opened as the taxi drew to a halt, my Boss walked out to greet me; he opened the door and took my hand to help me get out.
“You’re right on time; let’s hope you follow the rest of my instructions today the same way.” Bending down to the drivers window he enquired; “Did you fuck her?”
With a chuckle the driver looked me up and down leeringly and replied; “No Boss, she refused said you wouldn’t like it, the slut did frig herself and made sure I could see exactly what she was doing though. I reckon she’ll make a good toy for you to play with.”
I squirmed with embarrassment, mortified that not only should the taxi driver share this information with my Boss, but that the Boss had known and set up the situation.
Escorting me inside the large entrance hall my Boss ordered me to strip then gave me a silk dressing gown to wear and directed me to the sweeping staircase, the polished wooden banister gleaming from years of use, A vision entered my head of elegantly dressed ladies drifting elegantly down these stairs to attend dinner parties and balls.
How wonderful it would be to wear such dresses, the corsets pushing up my breasts, smooth creamy skin spilling out over the top; hair swept high on my head exposing nape and neck to be kissed by a lover. Of course such clothing would make it awkward for some aspects of love making, but the idea of having my skirt lifted by an impatient lover in a hurry to thrust his cock and fingers into my pussy was an enticing one.
At the top of the first flight of stairs a long hallway ran across to rooms on both sides, the floorboards thickly carpeted in a muted green shade, the walls hung with paintings of many different subjects and styles. The over all impression so far was of elegant luxury in exquisite taste, the kind of place the Aristocracy owned in an era long gone.
Pointing to what looked like just a part of the wall my Boss bade me stand still and pressed some sort of a switch, that at first glance appeared to be part of the decoration; a hidden door in the wall swung inwards exposing a stairway to the third floor.
The hidden staircase was steep and thickly carpeted our footsteps totally silent as we climbed to the third floor, my Boss closed and secured the door behind us.
I was so nervous, my palms sweating, my legs trembling, wondering what awaited me in this secluded part of the house. I knew my Boss wouldn’t harm me and there was no real need to feel afraid, but I couldn’t help feeling apprehensive; this was my first experience in such a situation and I’d no idea what to expect.
At the top of the stairs was a large room, equipped with all sorts of strange looking furniture. A well padded vaulting horse with leather buckled straps in various places on it, and racks of some interesting looking toys and tools. The central piece though was a large four poster bed.
My Boss was obviously able to see how apprehensive I was and wishing to allay my fears he took me over to the rack and showed me all those he wanted to use on me for our first session together, explaining what I could expect to feel physically and emotionally at each stage. I’m not sure if I found this reassuring, knowing in advance that I could expect to feel some pain heavily mixed with pleasure; but being aware in advance what the limits would be did make me feel better.
Ordered to remove the robe and put on a pair of the highest heeled stilettos I’ve ever seen, along with a pair of sheer black stockings; I could barely walk now, just teeter along on tiptoe. My Boss was waiting for me dressed in skin tight black jeans and t-shirt, black leather boots and wrist bands; his jet black hair shone under the spot lights placed strategically around the room.
Our image reflected from all sides as the mirrored walls showed our movements from every angle, what a shocking sight to see myself to all intents and purposes naked in this setting. My sparkling eyes looked huge; cheeks bright red with embarrassment and excitement, nipples were hard as bullets and my breasts felt heavy. My pussy throbbed and tingled with anticipation, I was moist already and getting wetter by the second.
Sitting down on a straight backed chair my Boss beckoned me over, hands on my buttocks he looked up at me and asked if I was ready for the scene to start; biting my bottom lip, my eyes closed I nodded in the affirmative and took a deep breath.
“Do you submit to me?” he asked softly, “Agree to hand over total control of your mind and body for the duration of this scene and obey my every wish and command until I call a halt. Be my sex slave giving of yourself freely, my pleasure being your only desire and rewarded accordingly. Only if you can answer yes to all of those things should you kneel and offer yourself to me, submit to me as your Master.”
There was a tone of authority in his voice that whilst demanding also reassured me that I was the one who called the shots here, without my compliance nothing more would happen. Curiosity encouraged me to take the next step and nod my head, my cheeks aflame.
“Don’t nod, kneel and look me in the eye and speak. You will learn to express yourself correctly, to answer every question put to you fully and to my satisfaction.” Still that gentle authorative voice hummed in my ear drums, willing me to comply, yet not pressurising, the choice very much mine.
Kneeling before my Boss, my heart pounding with excitement, my breathing short gasps I managed to get the words out somehow. “I submit to you, Sir. I’m yours to do with as you please. My only desire is to please you, my body and mind yours to command.”
Looking up into his eyes I watched a slow, satisfied smile spread across his face, reaching into his pocket my Boss pulled out a black leather collar, lined with red, a silver D ring on the front and a buckle fastener.
Reaching around my neck my Boss fastened the collar in place and placed a soft kiss on my forehead.
“This is my collar, and when worn you will follow my instructions exactly and without question throughout the entire scene. You will address me as Sir at all times in private, even when we are not in scene.
Your rewards for pleasing me will not only be financial, your new car and position within the company. I intend to teach you the delights of pain, the fulfilment of submission to another’s will. Failure to comply will mean you are punished, and I can assure you that you will not enjoy it.
Remember that none of this can happen unless you wish it, so what is your reply.”
I closed my eyes, a thousand thoughts whirling through my mind; I needed a moment’s privacy to think about all this. I’d never dreamed I’d ever get involved in such a situation much less feel excited by it; but here I was, practically squirming in my need to begin, my pussy felt squidgy it was so moist.
I nodded my head, eyes still tightly closed, cheeks burning with embarrassment. I felt I’d made a monumental life changing decision.
Grasping my chin with his hand my Boss lifted my head up, a stern tone to his voice now as he instructed me to open my eyes and look at him.
“Don’t ever try to hide from me; I need to know everything you are thinking. It’s important to me that you are happy with our contract. I promise that we’ll go slowly, I won’t rush you into anything you’re not ready for; but do expect your limits to be pushed. Now tell me, is this what you want?”
My lashes fluttered open, eyes meeting his directly, I felt as though he could see to the depths of my soul; no corners in my mind to hide. Dry mouthed I managed to state my agreement.
“Yes Sir, I agree. I submit to you and will do my best at all times not to disappoint you. Teach me how to please you.”
The die was cast, no going back, just a heady and exciting future filled with new experiences.
Sir helped me to my feet and led me over to the padded vaulting horse. My ankles and wrists fastened with the leather straps leaving me bent forward, legs spread, my pussy and bottom exposed.
Lifting my head up slightly gave me a good view of my reflection in the mirror, and the reflected rear image from the mirror behind me; it was weird to see myself like that, I felt totally vulnerable and exposed.
Sir moved behind me I couldn’t quite see what he held in his hand at first, then slowly he revealed a leather flogger, one of the many he’d shown me on the rack.
It was black, the handle studded, the long sinuous leather thongs swung gently as he moved his hand from side to side then caught the thongs in his hand and slid his palm slowly down them, looking me in the eye through the mirror.
“Are you ready?” he enquired leaning over me from behind to whisper in my ear. I could tell he was excited too, small beads of perspiration were visible on his brow, and when he leaned against me to ask if I was ready his erection pressed against my bottom.
I nodded, by now my body was trembling, partly anticipation and excitement but there was an element of fear too, after all this was totally new to me, I had no concept of how much pain I would suffer.
As Sirs arm swung back I braced myself, tensing up in preparation for the blow about to follow.
When the leather struck me I was shocked, yes there was a slight stinging sensation, but mostly the leather felt cool against my heated skin, I shivered deliciously as the thongs slipped slowly and erotically down my bottom.
“First my little slut I’m going to punish you for fucking in the office, do you agree that you deserve to be punished slut?”
I nodded and closed my eyes, I knew I was a dirty little slut and deserved all I got for the way I’d behaved at work.
“Remember what I told you slut, nodding is not sufficient, speak clearly and tell me exactly why you deserve to be punished.” Sirs voice was stern now.
“Sir, I’m a dirty whore who fucked someone over the desk knowing everyone was close by; I enjoyed teasing him till he couldn’t stand it any more. I deserve to be punished by you Sir.”
“Open your eyes slut and look into the mirror at me; I want you to count each stroke and thank me for every one, if you lose count we start again from one; do you understand?”
“Yes Sir, I do.” I looked into the mirror, meeting his eyes in the reflection.
“Just 20 lashes today slut, I’m inclined to be generous; but be warned if you displease me I will punish you severely. After the last stroke you will thank me while I fuck you.”
The thongs of leather thwacked against my bottom, harder than last time; my eyes widened in surprise, my mouth barely able to form the words I’d been instructed to use.
“One; thank you Sir.”
“Wrong slut, that was number 2, you forgot the first stroke and you didn’t thank me for it either; we’ll start again and there will be an extra one for forgetting to thank me for the first stroke.”
I gasped at the unfairness of it; I didn’t know the first stroke had counted, there was no way I dared question Sir though, I was in no position restrained as I was, to object.
The leather whooshed through the air and skittered across my skin, the instant sting and cool feel of the leather closely followed by a gentle glow.
“One, thank you Sir.” I tensed ready for the next stroke which quickly followed, and so it continued until I’d counted out 21 lashes; the last had me gasping and panting. My bottom and the backs of my thighs felt on fire where they’d been struck with the flogger, yet to my shame my pussy was dripping wet and ready for fucking; I couldn’t believe I was so turned on by being flogged.
Draping the leather flogger over my back Sir unzipped his trousers and pulled out his cock, even in the reflection I could see it was swollen and purple, I squirmed, eager to feel it inside me.
Adjusting my position slightly for ease of access Sir plunged deep inside me with one thrust, I grunted as I willed my pussy to accommodate his thick cock, panting and moaning as he pounded away inside me. Less than a dozen thrusts and Sir released his load of hot cum inside me with a shout of triumph.
His cock plopped out of my sodden pussy, I was desperate to cum myself, was I to be left frustrated? I didn’t know what would happen now.
Without speaking Sir undid my restraints and turned me around so my back was against the vaulting horse, and again leather straps were buckled around my ankles and wrists holding me in position.
Sir walked over to a shelf and returned with an odd looking glove and a bottle of lubricant. I looked up at him a puzzled expression on my face watching him put the glove onto his right hand and trail what looked like a wire with a control box into his pocket.
“This is how you will be rewarded for following my instructions so far and accepting your punishment slut; but you are not allowed to cum without my permission, so remember to ask nicely.”
Coating the glove in a layer of lubricant Sir then placed his right hand against my pussy his left hand in his pocket, a sudden jolt as the glove sprang to life and a gentle humming noise told me it was a vibrator in disguise.
Smoothing gently across my slit Sirs middle finger slipped inside my pussy leaving his thumb resting on my clit, the hard nub tingling delightfully; I sighed with pleasure and closed my eyes giving myself up to the sensation.
I was so turned on I knew it wouldn’t be long before I’d cum, I kept reminding myself I had to ask permission first, I couldn’t bear another flogging today or perhaps be denied future rewards.
Climbing slowly to the plateau that comes just before an orgasm I wanted to stay at that level a while, savour it before tumbling over the edge, but Sir had other ideas.
Bending his head Sir suckled hard on my left nipple and using the fingers of his left hand, pinched and rolled my right nipple, the sensations adding to the overall intensity and sent me sky rocketing towards release; quickly I struggled for breath and gathered enough will power to force my vocal cords and mouth to form coherent words instead of the guttural animal sounds I wanted to make.
“Please, Sir, I want to cum, please.” I begged.
Removing his mouth from my nipple with a loud sucking noise Sir looked into my eyes.
“You’ll have to do better than that slut if you want to cum.”
His thumb stopped moving on my clit, I was ready to scream in frustration and my eyes filled with tears at the humiliation of having to beg for release.
“Please Sir, your slut needs to cum, I promise I’ll do anything you ask if you let me cum.” I sobbed the words out, my desperation obvious to my Boss now and his mouth curved into a satisfied smile, his thumb moved back onto my clit and a second finger slipped inside my pussy.
“Ok slut, you have my permission to cum now.” Sir thrust his fingers in and out of me, pressing hard against my clit with his thumb as the vibrating glove went to work.
I screamed in release, “YES, oh God yes! I’m cummmminnnnnnngggggg.” My head flung back, mouth wide announcing my orgasm that seemed to go on for ever, until slowly I felt myself return to earth and Sir removed the glove and turned it off.
Looking shyly over at my Boss I thanked him for such an amazing orgasm, making him laugh.
“You’ve barely dipped your toe into the ocean of pleasures and sensations open to you, this could be a very interesting journey for both of us.” With that my Boss released me and handed me the silk robe to put on.
“Get dressed and cleaned up in the shower over there and meet me downstairs in my study.” Then he turned on his heel and left.
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Submitted by : DanesWood
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