by Jay Merson
Helen flushed, "No, just felt like brightening the place a bit."
Kathleen moved to the window and looked out absently, "And you certainly do that for me Helen. We are alike you and I."
She turned smiling to face into the room.
"We are as one."
Helen's mouth dropped open, her expression one of mortification and shocked horror, "You! But...but, I..."
"And why shouldn’t it be me?" Kathleen probed, "Afraid that your little secret might slip out?"
Helen covered her face with her hands and groaned loudly.
Kathleen moved close, pressing her lower thigh against the woman's knee. She stooped and rested her hand on Helen's thigh, "Perhaps we ought to discuss this somewhere more private, your house, Friday evening perhaps?"
Helen nodded without removing her hands.
Kathleen towered over her, the sense of command that she felt pulsing through her entire body and ending deep within her vulva, "I will call around at about eight," Kathleen said in a firm tone, "Have a scotch ready for me and dress up a little for my visit."
She walked from the office smiling, glancing back as she closed the door, to the worried looking woman behind the desk.
***
He sat forward on the settee, right on the edge, he was ill at ease and it showed. Malcolm, the Marketing Director rung his hands nervously as he waited for Kathleen to return with the drinks.
The bitch looked wonderful, he thought; better even than she did at work. She seemed younger, fresher and more appealing than ever and yet she was more soberly dress that was usual. He was confused enough and didn't even try to make sense of it. He felt out of his depth in her presence, he always had if he was honest with himself.
The bitch though not only looked wonderfully shaggable but she had that....manner, an air about her that seemed to beckon him on. She had an air of command, an air of confidence about herself that simply threatened challenge. Assertive and sure of herself, he felt almost humble when in her presence.
She wanted advice on her marriage she had said, but beneath that he felt she liked him, fancied him even. Why else would she dress up so? Would it be simply to receive him to have a chat and when her husband was away? These thoughts and more added to his confusion and nervousness.
Kathleen re-entered the room, placed the drinks on the small coffee table between them and sat down opposite him. She wore a pleated skirt in light-grey, not short, but over the knee and that pulled back to expose an ample amount of her stockinged thighs. She wore a long-sleeve blouse in deep electric blue; open a few buttons at the neck to show just a tantalising hint of the beginning of her cleavage. Her hair had been brushed and styled, her makeup bold and alluring, she looked radiant and Malcolm felt his cock stirring into life within his trousers.
"I don't quite know how to start," she said in a little helpless voice.
Malcolm edged even further forward, lifting his glass nervously and sipping at the wine equally so.
"Tell me the problem," he said in a soft and concerned voice.
"He, Gordon, makes me do things."
His interest was roused immediately; it showed in his expression.
"Things, What sort of things?"
"With other men," she admitted almost tearfully.
"The bastard," he said and 'how bloody marvellous' he thought. His cock gave a terrific involuntary jolt.
"I have to control them, he likes me to do that," she noted the growing bulge in the front of Malcolm's trousers. "To order them around, to tie them up sometimes and to....Well, spank and whip them."
A stunned silence followed whilst Malcolm absorbed her words. His cock had grown to full erection and was pushing his trousers out to form a small tent. His eyes roamed her body greedily, boring through her clothing to imagine her naked form beneath. Visions came to him, of her towering over him, whip in hand and charged with sexual excitement. Her naked breasts on display and her hairy pussy there to be ogled also, he felt a blob of pre-lubrication squeeze from the eyehole of his throbbing cock.
He cleared his dry throat and spoke in a cracked and hoarse voice, "And you don't like doing these things that he makes you do?"
She feigned uncertainty, "It isn't that I don't like it as such....You, do you like that sort of thing, Malcolm?"
His face flushed red and he was sweating, the high excitement and interest etched clearly in his expression, "I have never tried, but I wouldn't mind perhaps trying it sometime."
"Now?" she asked throatily.
He couldn't contain a little whimper, "You mean....?"
Kathleen smiled broadly, her tone firm yet coaxing, "Stand up, stand up and remove your jacket."
She sat watching, deliberately silent so as to add to his embarrassment and to increase her control over him. Her knees parted slightly, to offer a glimpse of her inner thighs and to distract him in his nervousness.
"Now take off the shirt and tie."
She watched as his bleached white chest and over-sized stomach were revealed to her, "Trousers, pants, socks and shoes, strip completely."
"But...." he uttered hesitantly.
Her tone became harsh and she parted her knees wide. His gaze fell instantly to take advantage of her offering. "I told you to strip."
He complied, leering hungrily at the tempting sight of her thighs as the skirt rode back along her legs. He stood now totally naked, his head hanging down in shame and his cock sticking out in hard erection from between his thighs.
Kathleen sat silently, watching him in his humiliation. For many minutes she remained there whilst his face moved through the various stages of flushed red to crimson and then slowly back to a burning embarrassment. She stood up, paused then walked across to stand beside him. She pressed her fully clothed body against his side, her mons against the side of his hip and her breasts against his arm. Kathleen delighted in the way his jock twitched and jerked in response to her closeness. Her voice was low and sensual, the words spoken in a husky and slow tone of pure sexual teasing.
"I'm going to tie you Malcolm. Tie you up and play with you. Would you like that?"
"Yes," he said, his voice cracked to a high and excited pitch with his answer.
Her left hand stroked gently over his buttocks to make him shudder and groan at the feel of her on his naked flesh. Her fingers trailed over his skin, the long fingernails dragging to tease lightly and to further excite him. Kathleen moved around behind him and in slow, very slow and deliberate movements she eased his wrists together behind his back.
"Wait there and don't move a muscle, randy boy," she breathed sexily close to his ear, "I won't be a moment."
She was in fact some long time. When she returned and moved up behind him Kathleen heard his great sigh of relief that she was now back with him. In moments his wrists were bound tightly together with thin rope, and then his ankles, painfully tightly the rope squeezed his ankles together, the rope biting harshly into his flesh to cause him to suck in air between his teeth. Once bound, Kathleen used the rope to connect the bindings on his limbs, pulling it tautly to stretch his body backward slightly.
He stood uncomfortably, his back arched and shoulders pulled back, a most precarious of positions that threatened him toppling at any moment. Malcolm had to tilt his inclined head forward to look at her as Kathleen walked around to his front. He gave a gasp of delight as she stood grinning before him. She was dressed in the tiniest black lacy bra that squeezed her breasts together to form two firm and rounded orbs of sheer temptation. Minuscule little panties in black, cut high up on her hips only barely covered the mound of her pussy and black leather boots reached up to her knee. His expression changed instantly however, as she raised the camera to her eye and clicked the shutter.
"No! No photos,"
"For my scrap book," she giggled and took two more photos, "and a little insurance for the future."
Kathleen laid the camera aside and moved in close to press her naked stomach against the tip of his cock, "Just
in case you should vote against me at the next board meeting Malcolm, And you did didn't you, vote against me at the last one?"
"Oh God," he muttered fearfully.
She stepped to his side, picking up the riding crop and slipping the leather hand strap over her wrist, "Do you know what happens to your cock if it is struck hard?" She paused and gained no response other than a frightened whimper, "Aside from the initial excruciating pain, the internal tube becomes bruised; the passage of liquids through it - urine or sperm - is sheer agony. The effects last for weeks."
"Please," he begged and began sobbing like a little baby.
"Did you? Vote against me? I want to hear you say it."
"Yes but...."
He screamed a long and pained scream that tailed off into a wailing of deep misery. The crop struck down hard across the shaft of his erect cock to land a most savage blow just below the head. Many minutes passed as he wailed and blubbered in agony before the noise lessened so as to allow Kathleen to continue.
"You will vote in favour of me at the next board meeting," she stated firmly, the menace sounding in her voice defied even the slightest hint of hesitation or challenge.
"Yes," he blurted quickly, "yes, yes, I will."
"Thought you might," she sang sarcastically and then paused to take several more photos of the blubbering man.
"Should you have a change of heart after leaving here, these photos will find their way to that next meeting, the one at which you will undoubtedly be thrown off the board and dismissed. Have I made myself clear?"
"Yes," he grunted, yes you have."
Kathleen put the camera down and began to remove her bra. "Good. Now, we shall set about letting you have an orgasm."
Instantly his mind registered the bruising to the tube of his cock, the pain was vivid enough in his mind; the thought of any fluid passing down it simply didn't bear thinking about.
"No! Please no. I don't want to come. I just want to leave. Please don't, please."
He closed his eyes as Kathleen stripped naked. He groaned as he heard her moving around behind him and gasped as her naked body pressed against his back. The feel of her soft breasts cushioning against him as she pressed in; the hard bumps of her nipples and the hairy mound of her mons as he pushed against his buttocks was too much for him. His cock began to harden and to rise; his face screwed up in an expression of deep pain.
Her hands circled his waist, sliding down over each of his thighs to cup his swollen scrotum and to tease at his balls.
"Oh!" she breathed close to his ear. "I'm wet; my pussy is in such need."
"No, please don't."
"I need a cock up me. Your cock Malcolm, give it to me," she simpered in a husky tone.
"Oh God," he blurted and tensed his body.
"Coming are we?" she chuckled and teased at his balls with her warm, delicate fingers.
"Please no!"
He grunted and his body locked rigid, he felt Kathleen press her body harder against him. She trembled and sighed aloud as she came, her body shaken by the thunderous tremors of her orgasm. He screamed as his cock began jerking and then broke down crying as the sperm jetted out of the end of his cock.
***
Helen, the director of finances stepped back from the door and allowed Kathleen entry into her home. She had made an effort to dress for the visit and it showed. The woman looked younger and more radiant than ever, it showed in her warm if hesitant smile at Kathleen's reaction.
"Oh Yes," What a transformation," Kathleen complimented and then walked straight through into the lounge.
The two women sat opposite one another, Helen on the settee and Kathleen in an armchair, she placed her handbag on the long rectangular coffee table between them and settled herself, crossing her legs casually.
Helen, her hand shaking passed the glass of scotch over to Kathleen and sat back averting her eyes.
"This is a most embarrassing situation for...."
"Why?" Kathleen questioned severely, immediately asserting her authority, "You like sex with women and so do I."
"Yes....but, well, we are working colleges, if anyone at the office ever found out about...."
"They won't, unless you tell them of course."
Kathleen drained her glass and made much of placing it on the table, deliberately maintaining a silence and allowing the woman to fumble for her next words and thoughts.
"I just don't think that what you propose is a good idea. I think we should just forget the whole sorrow episode."
Kathleen huffed in derision, "Do you indeed?"
She uncrossed her legs and shifted forward in her seat to add emphasis to her next statement. Her voice was low but firm and filled with threat.
"You Helen, are going to fuck with me, like it or not. If you should refuse then the other directors will certainly get to know your sexual preferences."
The woman's expression was one of shocked horror, "You wouldn't"
Kathleen smiled and sat back in her armchair, "Try me," she challenged and fell silent whilst watching the woman squirm in discomfort and embarrassment.
Many minutes passed in tensed stillness as Helen considered the challenge set. She nodded mournfully, "Very well then, it seems I have no choice - but just once."
Kathleen's response was swift and uncompromising, "I will dictate how many times. I will tell you where and when and don't you dare – ever to try to dictate to me."
Helen hung her head, her bottom lip quivering and her hands rubbing together nervously on her lap.
Kathleen took the lead, imposing further her will on the nervous woman.
"Stand up, bitch, and strip that blouse off."
Helen complied slowly, standing and with great reluctance began unbuttoning her blouse under Kathleen's critical stare. Her plain white bra did little to flatter her otherwise ample and rounded breasts. Shamefully she dropped the blouse to the floor, her gaze downcast.
"And the bra," came the curt command.
She slipped the bra off her body to stand before Kathleen, her well-formed breasts hanging down in fullness, the large rubbery nipples pointing out temptingly.
"Now the rest, I want to see you naked."
Helen blushed heavily as she stripped before her colleague her pale but well formed body being revealed as the clothes were discarded. She stood shame-faced and nude, the thick dark thatch of pubic hair between her thighs in stark contrast to her white skin.
"Turn around then," Kathleen snapped with a hint or irritation in her tone.
The woman turned, she felt and looked totally degraded and humiliated. Standing silently to be inspected whilst Kathleen remained seated and fully clothed issuing the instructions.
"Face me and squat, I want to see your pussy."
She complied, turning and squatting with her knees wide apart and her open pussy on show. Helen balanced unsteadily there on her toes whilst Kathleen ogled her gaping sex.
"You don't like me do you?" Kathleen taunted.
"It isn't that exactly...."
"A simple yes or no is all that is required."
"Yes."
"Liar," Kathleen screeched and then burst out laughing, "But that simply makes it better for me."
She removed the glass and her bag from the long wooden coffee table, "Lie back on the coffee table but keep your feet on the floor."
Her head rested back at one end of the coffee table and her buttocks perched just on the end at the other. Her feet were flat on the floor and her knees bent. Helen lay there passively with her mons pushed up and her legs tightly clamped together.
"Oh please, no tying," Helen protested weakly as Kathleen grasped one of her wrists and began binding the thin cord around it.
"Silence bitch, I will do as I wish with you."
The director of finances lay silently as her wrists was bound and pulled back and down to the side of the table and tied securely to one of the coffee table. The same was repeated on the other side to pin her arms down and back as the s
ides of the table. Kathleen then set about roping one of Helen's ankles to each leg of the other end of the table.
"There, all nice and helpless now aren't you," Kathleen gloated and pulled the camera from her handbag.
"God! No photos, please, no photos."
Kathleen simply chuckled and took several snaps of the naked and bound woman, "My little piece of insurance in case you should wish to vote against me again."
Helen groaned loudly at the realisation of her predicament and then screamed as the leather belt slapped hard down across her naked breasts.
"Why? Why did you vote against me?"
She lashed again; a cruel and stinging blow that bit spitefully across one of Helen's nipples, then followed that with five more hard lashes.
"Jealous," Helen blurted, "I was jealous of you."
Kathleen paused in her thrashing."A surprisingly honest answer, you please me slut and will be spared more pain for being so forthright."
Helen slumped in relief, her tensed body lowering back to rest on the table, the struggling against her bonds finished.
Kathleen began to undress, positioned at the side of the table so that Helen could watch; she peeled her clothes off in a sensual striptease of utter temptation. Her back arched and chest out she towered over the woman and bathed in the hungry longing looks given to her.
"Now then," Kathleen said softly and knelt by the side of the table. "Let's taste this sweet little body of yours shall we?"
Her head dipped down to suck one of Helen's hard nipples into her mouth. She rolled it with her tongue and bit gently on the bud as the woman moaned her delight at the sensations she was experiencing.
Kathleen then moved downward, planting a series of light kisses over the woman's breasts and stomach, edging ever downward towards her pussy. She delighted in the trembling and tensing of the writhing Helen as she pulled against her bonds and moaned in contentment.
A huge sigh escaped Helen's hips as Kathleen's soft, warm lips reached her mons and planted a light kiss on the tip of her erect clitoris. She mewed constantly as Kathleen moved around to the end of the table and knelt between her parted thighs. She cried out as the wet tip of Kathleen's tongue traced circles around her hard clitoris.
