She looked farther down the alley, there was little else ahead before the looming brick wall that signaled the alley a dead end. The mysterious door seemed to hold the only solution to the question of where her boss had disappeared to.
“Fuck it…” She whispered as she timidly made her way down the stairs, curiosity getting the best of her.
As she raised her hand to knock on the door, Lori couldn't help wondering why she had suddenly become so obsessed with her boss’s after work activities. It wasn't so much what she was doing, but rather where she was doing it. What was this secret place?
The door cracked open quickly with a squeak.
"Hello?" Lori peered back in to a pair of dark eyes that glared through the cracked open door. The eyes seemed to relax when they saw her and the door opened a little wider. A woman with long dark hair and heavy eye makeup smiled at her and pulled her inside before shutting the door behind her.
The small hallway inside reminded Lori of a spa, it was tiled in sand colored stones and a tall ceramic vase of decorative sticks stood in the corner beside a black leather sofa. Behind the dark haired woman stood a counter height reception area and with another smile the woman slipped behind it.
“Maria, yes?” Her words were brief and dripping with a thick Russian accent.
Before Lori could answer the woman had written something in a large book and flipped it closed.
“You really save us last minute. Ms. Tobias already here, but you take time, get ready, Milena suit her up for you. You take room seven. Everything in there is for you to be using. She like the boots, the heels especially and you must make her beg.”
Lori was starting to get a clearer idea of what sort of place she had walked in to and despite not currently having a girlfriend of her own, she wasn't sure that this was the right way to go about getting one.
“No…I mean, I'm not…” The woman ushered Lori through a sturdy stainless steel door and led her down a hallway.
“She will pay you at eleven o’clock. You finish then. If you like more client we can talk, Milena don't come back so her place is open.”
Lori felt as if she was being sucked in to an alternate universe, none of this was anything she would ever find herself considering, but now the more she heard, the more she wondered just how much this job of Maria’s paid.
“Ms. Tobias, she pays always on time and well, always cash money, always five days a week.” Lori wanted to know just how much money “well” was, but she was sure that this would have been something that Maria would have already discussed over the phone so she didn't ask again. Room number seven stood open before her and every one of her suspicions about the purpose of this hidden building was confirmed.
Lori stood inside the room looking around at the variety of gadgets and toys that hung on the walls. A heavy wardrobe leaned against one wall and Lori walked over to it, throwing open the doors and finding more kinky outfits than she had ever set eyes on before.
As she ran her hand through the costumes and getups. She came upon one that was mostly leather with straps and buckles. The buckles confused her, but it did look like it could be fun so she tugged it off the hanger. It looked quite tight and she shuddered at the thought of how uncomfortable she would wearing it, still, this would be an adventure to add to her list.
She couldn't resist.
In the bottom of the cupboard, she found a pair of thigh high black boots, they must have been the ones that the woman had been talking about so she pulled them out.
Standing in front of the mirror, Lori couldn't help admire how her new outfit sucked in and emphasized all the right places. She couldn't believe that it was her with a perfect hourglass shape and tits pushed way up and accentuated.
The longer she stared back at the leather clad bitch in the black boots, the more she accepted her new accidental role. Turning to the racks on the walls, Lori looked for her weapon of choice. She had absolutely no idea what half of the things were that hung on those racks but when she caught sight of a riding crop, she grabbed it. After all, she would more than likely be expected to know what to do with whatever she held in her hand.
“You are ready, yes?” The woman had knocked once and opened the door before waiting for an answer. Lori nodded, slipping the riding crop in to a small hook on the side of her boot.
“You come.” She walked past Lori and opened another door at the back of the small room, it opened in to a large communal room filled with lounge furniture and a variety of strange contraptions that Lori had never seen before.
A few of the swings and table type pieces were already holding leather bound prisoners and Lori couldn't help but wonder which of them was Ms. Baker and which was her Ms. Tobias. She walked Lori over to a raised platform that held a small sitting area. In the center was a pit surrounded by chains. Lori stepped up the three tall steps to the top of the platform and it was then that she came eye to eye with a man in a leather hood. The woman from the reception nodded, turned her back and left.
Lori stood above the pit looking down on the woman who, bound in chains, a metal collar around her neck and a leather mask over her face, looked more like a creature than a person. Her eyes glinted back at her, the only recognizable feature that she could make out. Lori stepped closer to the edge of the pit, straining her eyes, almost certain that there was something that she recognized in those eyes that stared at her, pleading to be punished. She looked up at Lori before quickly looking down and locking her eyes onto Lori’s boots.
“Lick them clean.” Lori said, surprised she even came up with the idea.
Lori had never made such a demand before, but watching the woman’s face she could see that this was the type of thing that Maria was paid regularly for. She stood noisily, the chains clattering around her. It was only when she stood fully that Lori could see her leather suit had no crotch covering, instead her pussy was trapped in a cage like device.
Lori couldn't begin to imagine what it was for but she had to admit, the sight of her pussy trapped behind the small cage, on display for everyone to see, was enough to get her wet.
"May I come closer, mistress?” As soon as she spoke, Lori knew exactly who Ms. Tobias was.
Ms. Tobias was Ms. Baker.
Lori nodded her head. After all, Ms. Baker obviously hadn't recognized her yet and Lori certainly couldn't just walk away. Ms. Baker stepped closer, her fingers gripping the edge of the pit as she craned her head over the pit, straining to reach Lori’s boots.
Lori didn't make the job easy for her, after all Maria certainly wouldn't have. She could see the glint in her boss’s eyes and she imagined her pussy against that cage, begging to be released and stuffed.
She couldn't reach.
“Climb out of that pit, slave.” Lori stared down at her, her gaze unwavering. Ms. Baker hesitated as if this was something that was completely against the rules.
“I make the rules here. I said climb out!” Lori raised her voice and this time she dared not hesitate. She watched as her boss struggled, trying to climb from the pit, her weak arms trembling as the chains clattered and clanged from her movement.
“Hurry up, weakling.” Saying those words made Lori cringe, but looking down at her she could see her lifting herself on to the edge of the pit on to her hands and knees. As she kneeled before her, Lori could see her bare naked ass in her chaps. She watched Ms. Baker crawl closer to her. As she stood looking down on her she watched as she stuck out her tongue and ran it over the tip of her boots.
In all of her wildest dreams, in all the possibilities life presents, never had Lori thought she would be staring down at her boss as she licked her boots clean.
"Stop." As soon as she ordered her to stop Ms. Baker sat back on her heels and lowered her eyes to the floor. She said nothing but waited for her next command. Lori smiled down at her as she walked closer, reaching down and hooking her finger under her chin and lifting her head up to force her to look at her.
“Now…” Lori ran her finger alo
ng her jawline and then around the back of her head and back to the other side of her face.
“I want you to tell me what you want. What do you want your mistress to do for you?”
Lori looked in to her eyes that stared out from the blank leather mask. This was obviously a question that had never been asked of her before, but also one that she had no idea how to answer. Lori reached down for her riding crop and slid it from its hook in one smooth motion. She watched as Ms. Baker’s eyes followed the crop as she slid it up and over her breasts. She could see her boss’s breath coming in short stuttering bursts as she tried hard to maintain her composure. Still, she said nothing.
Lori crouched down, this time taking the riding crop in both hands and hooking it under Ms. Baker’s chin. Lori looked deep in to her dark brown eyes. As she did she saw the light of recognition in her boss’s gaze. That flicker of shock and surprise that only eyes can show.
Lori expected her to panic, to pull away, to run, but instead Ms. Baker did just what she had done, she played her role. For more than a moment they looked at each other in silence, then Lori slid the riding crop from under her chin and tapped it against the cage that trapped her boss’s pussy.
“This comes off.”
She looked up to Lori, helpless.
“I said, this comes off. You have no key? You strip naked.” Lori turned her back on her and walked to a table with a tray of assorted ball gags next to the sofa.
She selected one and held it tightly while she watched her boss strip naked. She struggled to release the cage, twisting herself, squeezing herself out of the contraption until finally she was free. When she finally freed herself her pussy was glistening wet. Lori beckoned her over with a come hither motion of her finger.
She pointed to the floor, instructing Ms. Baker to kneel before her. When she did Lori slid her fingers in to her mouth. Her tongue caressed her fingers, twisting between them, tasting her, making herself hunger for Lori more than ever.
Lori slid her fingers from her lips with a smile and slid the ball gag in to her boss’s mouth, as the ball popped in she moaned and Lori glanced down again at her wet pussy. She couldn't help but wonder how much pleasure she could give her, could she lick her pussy? Could she fuck her? Lori leaned in, pressing her mouth close to Ms. Baker’s ear and reaching down between her legs she delicately parted her boss’s wet pussy lips with her fingers.
Lori heard her suck air through her nose quickly as she flicked at her clit, circling her finger hard, almost too hard. Her breathe shuddered. She couldn't help but moan again and she leaned in to Lori ever so slightly.
“Uh uh uh.” Lori pushed her back on her heels again.
“You move when I say move.” She moaned again as Lori leaned in and pressed her mouth to her ear, this time letting her tongue tease her earlobe before pulling back.
“Now, I want you to reach forward and put your hands on the sofa, here and here.” Lori pointed to the sofa cushion next to her using her riding crop, Ms. Baker did as she was told and Lori traced the riding crop down her back.
“Mmm.”
Lori stood and walked around her, sliding the riding crop down over her ass, brushing against her pussy lips, teasing her before pulling away, leaving her wanting.
“Now, you are going to lie down on the sofa, face up so I can take a look at that pussy of yours.”
Ms. Baker said nothing but she rose slowly to her feet and in the same way that Lori had seen her sit in her office chair a million times before, she watched Ms. Baker sit, then lie on the sofa before her. Her naked body looked tense, her pussy aching for release, begging to be touched and part of Lori wanted to reach down and stuff her fingers inside.
Those eyes looked up at Lore, the shock and surprise still burning in them. Lori slid the riding crop over the souls of her feet, daring her boss to twitch, daring her to move. Slowly she slid the crop up the length of her calves and her thighs, stopping to tap her clit before running it the length of her wet slit.
Lori watched as her hips lurched against the hard riding crop, her eyes flickering between her pussy and her boss’s hungry gaze that begged for release. She slid the crop the length of her slit, parting her wet lips, before pulling it back an inch and slapping it with some force against her clit.
Ms. Baker didn't flinch. Again, Lori returned to sliding the crop the length of her pussy, this time circling the head of her clit before drawing back the crop a little farther and landing it harder against her sensitive nub.
Still, she did not flinch the way that Lori might have expected. Instead she saw a flicker of pain register in her eyes. A touch of a smile tinted her expressionless gagged mouth and Lori drew back again, this time landing hard enough to leave a slender red stripe on her pelvic bone. The edge of her pussy glistened with juices of arousal.
She could hear Ms. Baker’s breath coming harder, faster with every stroke of the crop against her sensitive clit, she knew it wouldn't take much more of this kind of using to leave Ms. Baker in a puddle of her own juices.
Lori couldn't help but wonder if she made Ms. Baker cum before eleven o’clock would she have to do the whole thing again or would she still get paid…she wished she knew more about being an accidental mistress.
“Unghh.” Lori was fairly sure that it was against the rules for Ms. Baker to talk unless she gave her permission to, although technically that had been a grunt. She let it slide, but not without the hardest strike yet from her crop.
Her breath hissed around the ball gag and caught in her throat as Lori pulled the crop back, threatening to strike again but then she leaned down and drew her fingers over her clit, watching her boss’s eyes widen.
“Uh uh, you cum when I say you can.” She spoke in her best sultry voice, “Ms. Baker…” Her mouth twisted up into a smile as she whispered her boss’s name, as if to remind them both of the strange situation they found themselves in.
Lori impressed herself.
She watched her boss trying hard to resist moving against Lori’s fingers as she slicked up and down her pussy. Her fingers circling around her clit and moving slowly down to teasingly dip in to her tight hole.
As she smoothly slid her hand over Ms. Baker’s clit she could feel her trembling, feel the power building under her hand as she flicked her faster, almost daring her boss to explode underneath her touch. Ms. Baker’s hips eased upwards ever so slightly, desperately wanting to thrust herself against Lori’s teasing hand.
She looked to Lori for guidance, begging her for the okay, hoping she would allow her the chance to cum. Lori slid her fingers up over one by one, tantalizing her boss with her gentle touch, rubbing her clit with one smooth finger and then bringing that same finger to her lips and licking it with a smile.
Lori knew that it had to be pure torture for Ms. Baker, the very act of teasing her boss so much was making her own pussy drip with excitement. The power of having control over her boss made her ache, made her want to throw down the crop and tear off her leathers and fuck her until she came with her.
Lori leaned down over her, bringing her mouth within just an inch of the swollen clit she wanted to taste. Ms. Baker’s eyes begged her, her mouth clamped around the ball in her mouth, asking her just once to taste her, to give her the pleasure she so desperately longed for. Lori came closer, feeling the warmth of her skin heating her cheek. Her boss’s eyes looked down at her as Lori reached her tongue out and brushed the tip along the base of her clit. Her chest heaved up with a deep exhale.
Lori could feel her jerking under her warm breath, begging her to take her clit in her mouth but she wasn't going to give in that easily, not yet. Slowly Lori slid her tongue just an inch up her pussy, stopping to wrap her lips around her nub, to suck her and play her tongue along her sensitive spot.
Then, as quickly as she started, she pulled away and stopped, watching the pained expression on Ms. Baker’s face. There was something to this teasing that made Lori’s pussy ache. Being a dominating mistress made her hornier than
any other woman had made her before. It was an ache that she enjoyed almost more than coming itself.
“I…” She lifted herself on top of her boss, her leathers pressing against her naked skin, her mouth lingering for a second above her boss’s.
“Know what you want…” Lori said in a sultry whisper as she brought her mouth down to the ball gag and gave the red ball a tiny kiss before she pulled away. She pushed herself up using her hand against Ms. Baker’s tits, Lori leaned her whole body weight against her and heard the air seeping from Ms. Baker’s lungs as she forced her weight against her.
Flashing a mischievous smile Lori slid her weight bearing hand down further and stuffed her fingers inside her boss’s pussy. She slid her body downward, straddling one of her legs now, grinding herself against her boss, working her already soaked pussy as though she had never been satisfied.
Lori knew it wouldn't take long to rub this one out. Leaning down she finally wrapped her lips tightly around her boss’s clit. Her tongue danced around the nub. Ms. Baker’s hips lifted as she tried to force more of her pussy against her young secretary’s mouth. Instead of allowing her any control Lori pushed her hands down against her hips, throwing her down on to the sofa before eating her pussy raw.
It was in this single deep motion that she felt her boss shudder and jerk. A thick squirt of juice washed down her chin as her boss’s pussy exploded. As Lori smiled against her squirting pussy she found herself humping and riding Ms. Baker’s leg harder until she too was throbbing, ripples of pleasure tearing through her.
Ms. Baker’s chest rose and fell with hurried breaths and Lori watched her as she lay completely spent and helpless with the gag still in her mouth.
Lori wiped the corner of her mouth with her fingers and licked her lips clean. Taking her riding crop in her hand she examined her boss’s used pussy before standing and placing the crop back in its hook on her boot. She turned to give Ms. Baker one last look. She didn't know what time it was, nor how long there was left “on the clock” but she was the one in charge tonight and she was going to leave her boss wanting more.
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