Story: Dating Serviced, part 6
Author: Abe Froman
The following story is a work of fiction. It contains scenes of an
adult nature so if you are under 18, stop reading now. This story contains
explicit sexual language and fantasies involving the mental and physical
control of others. If you are offended
by such activities, do not read any further. This is purely a fantasy. Any
resemblance to any person, living or dead is purely coincidental. The author is
not responsible for any damage resulting from reading this work. It is written with thanks to Ms. Fraser for
her input and enthusiasm.
This story may be reposted or archived provided the following
conditions are met:
1. The story is not altered in any way
2. The story contains my name and disclaimer
3. You do not make money from the story
As Jackie walked into work and towards her office, she was the
recipient of many shocked and amazed stares.
Those who knew here were amazed at the changes. The others, and nearly all the men, were
just hypnotized by the way her full cleavage rolled and giggled in her low cut
top. Their obvious attraction and the
lust directed her way was driving her level of desire higher and higher, but
Sharon had made it very clear to her that she was not to cum or even touch herself
without permission.
She knew that her position in the office would prevent at least
most direct inquiries as to her new curves and fashion sense. She wondered how Sharon would be managing
the pressure and questions. Her
workspace was a cubicle and she’d be facing a lot of stared and very direct
questions.
She tried to work as usual but each time she had to leave her
office she was incredibly self-conscious, feeling her body giggle and noticing
conversations stop dead as she approached.
She simultaneously was mortified and aroused by the attention. She knew her pussy was wet with her needs.
After just a couple hours of this frustration, Sharon stopped by
her office. Her wide smile conveyed that she certainly wasn’t having too hard a
time with the third degree from coworkers. She was stunning in a long red
pencil-thin skirt that hugged her curvy hips and a tight black sweater that
clung to her full firm breasts and made it clear she was not wearing a bra and
didn’t need to.
They hugged tightly. With
Sharon’s new height she towered over Jackie and her breasts landed above
Jackie’s as they were squeezed together in the embrace.
Sharon was full of joy and laughter as she described the looks and
comments she’d been getting all morning.
Not only were the men falling over themselves in appreciation of her
body but the women were also affected.
The strength of her personality was conveyed wordlessly they were
deferring to her when it came to every decision and opinion. She told of how she felt she could take
control of any one of them and they’d never know why.
“And you, pet,” Sharon smiled, “are you finding it a bit hard to
work and think?”
“Yes, it’s unbearable,” Jackie responded. “All I can think of is how much I’m wanted,
desired, lusted after. How their looks
translate into lust and fantasy. It
seems I want every one of them to watch me, to desire me, to fuck and use me.”
Sharon smiled and laughed.
“Maybe you won’t have to wait too long for that, my girl. Tell me, who in this company would you like
to fuck the most?”
Jackie thought for a second, letting herself indulge the
fantasy. “Chris, that man who delivers
the mail. He’s so young and fit and
hot.” She blushed as she revealed her
forbidden thoughts.
Sharon didn’t hesitate before picking up the phone and dialing the
mailroom. She asked for him and in
moments he was on the other end of the line.
Jackie was squirming in her chair.
“Chris, Ms. Fraser has requested that you meet her in her office
in 20 minutes. Please don’t be late and
just come right in. The door will
likely be closed, but she’ll be expecting you.” Her voice carried so much confidence and authority. Without waiting for a response she simply
hung up.
“Now, let’s get you ready for your visitor,” she said as she turned
to address Jackie. “Come out her on this side of the desk.” Wordlessly, Jackie obeyed, feeling the heat
flow through her.
Turning Jackie back towards her desk, Sharon kneeled behind her
and attached metal cuffs to Jackie’s ankles.
She pulled her legs wide and cuffed them to the legs of the desk,
forcing her skirt to ride high and making it clear that there were no panties
beneath her garter belt. Sharon moved
behind the desk and attached cuffs to Jackie’s wrists. She fixed a short chain to them and started
pulling her forwards, bending her over the desk, exposing her ass to the closed
door. Using the chain Sharon, trapped
her, drawing it down to another desk leg.
Jackie was fully bent over her own desk with her ass high and her
breasts squashed beneath her.
Sharon was whistling joyfully as she placed the keys to the cuffs
in an envelope and slid them into Jackie’s desk drawer, out of her reach. She took out a note bad and started
scribbling down a message. Once it was
complete, she showed it to her trapped plaything.
“Chris, you can free me if you like and you’ll have my
thanks. However, if you will please
fuck me first I promise I’ll suck your cock and wear your cum on my tits.”
Jackie opened her mouth to gasp and protest, but Sharon’s only
response was to stuff her mouth full of a pink rubber ball gag. Sharon moved out of Jackie’s view. Jackie could feel her tuck the note into her
garter belt. She couldn’t believe this
was happening to her.
Sharon returned to her field of view. “Now, be a good girl and obey Mistress Sharon, and obey young
Chris as well. And also, after you get
yourself fucked like a whore, I’m taking you to lunch. Have fun!”
She could only hear Sharon rummaging around for a minute out of her view
before she departed and closed the door behind her.
Jackie was left there, the door closed behind her, waiting for her
humiliation. It felt like an eternity,
with images of her position and embarrassment filling her mind. She could feel herself drooling around the
gag and her exposed pussy tingling in anticipation.
Finally she heard the door open after a soft knock. “Ms. Fraser, you wanted to see me?” Chris’s
voice started before it turned into an unbelieving gasp. “Oh my god!” He closes the door quickly behind him. “Are you okay, Ms. Fraser?”
Jackie could only nod, feeling now how badly she wanted to feel
him inside her. She heard him approach
closer and slide the note from her garter belt. His silence let her know that he was reading the note, probably
trying to convince himself this wasn’t a dream.
“Is this for real?” he managed to stutter out. Again, Jackie could only moan and nod in
response. She heard him quickly lock
the door and hurry to kick himself out of his pants. “Oh god, this is unbelievable, you look so hot.”
His hands were roaming over her ass, pulling her stretched skirt
even higher. Her garter belts strained
across the flesh of her bare ass. He
was hard already, probably since his first sight of her. She moaned around the gag as she finally
felt his stiff cock slide against her eager cunt lips. A tingle shoots through her body as he
slides into her, moving his hands to her hips.
Thoughts of who might hear of this, who he’d brag to, how she’d face him
afterwards are driven from her mind as she knows she’s being a good girl, being
used like a slut.
Hearing his grunts and groans, feeling her body driven against her
desk over and over, she loved the feeling, the sensation of his young stiff rod
filling her over and over. She drooled
over some memo on her desk and smelled their scents filling her office. She felt his need and arousal through every
pore in her body, as well as with the direct sensation of his swollen cock
stretching her.
She heard a change in tone in Chris’s groans, and felt his body
trembling. His thrusts had a new
urgency. With a breathless gasp, his
cum exploded into her. She felt the
heat inside her and her own orgasm crashed down upon her. She was shaking and rattling her chains as
the waves rolled over her. Breathing
hotly through her nose her body was weak.
Chris slid from her and pulled himself back into his trousers before
starting to free her. He started with
the gag. As it was pulled from her
aching jaw he asked her, “Where are the keys?”
She swallowed and licked the drool from her lips. “In my desk
drawer,” she managed to squeak out.
In a few minutes she was free, and smoothing her skirt down over
her hips. In her post-coital clarity
she remembered to be embarrassed, but also the rest of her task. “Thank you so much, I really need that.”
“Oh no, thank you,” he stammered, “That was unbelievable.”
She moved to him, running her hands down his chest as she dropped
to her knees. Her hands slid to her top
and tugged it down, letting her D cups spring free. “Come here, we’re not done
yet,” she purred up at him, loving his reaction to her enlarged breasts.
She tugged down his pants and boxers, and let her fingers roam
over his semi-erect shaft.
“You don’t have to,” he mumbled.
“Oh yes, I do.”
She sucked him into her mouth, tasting the strong mixture of their
juices. She worked him with her lips,
tongue and hands, feeling him spring quickly back to life in her mouth. Her ministrations increased in speed and
urgency as she felt his responses.
He was moaning again, and trying to say something. “Will you… could you…?”
She slipped her mouth from him long enough to say, “Anything, just
ask me, just tell me to do it, command me”
“I want you to suck my balls.”
“Oh yes, Sir,” she cooed.
Her hand moved to stroke him as she lowered herself to draw his balls
into the warmth and wetness of her mouth.
She teased them with her tongue, swirling them around as she stroked him
faster and faster. She could tell from
the new sounds that she was doing it right. His cock was stiff and hot in her tight grip. She loved the feel of him, his youth and
tightness, and she loved her submissive position at his feet.
“Ohhhh, I’m going to cum again,” he spoke through gritted
teeth.
She pulled from him, his balls popping from her mouth. She pointed his trembling member at her
heaving breasts while stroking him hard and fast. She looked up at him, licking her lips. His legs tightened as he exploded once more. Hot white ropes of cum spurted out and
marked her breasts, dripping only slightly as it cooled on her skin.
After a few more strokes, the flow was reduced to a peeking drop
of cum at the head of his cock. She
sucked him clean. As she knew she must,
being a good girl, she pulled her top up to contain her breasts once more,
leaving the drying cum to mark them.
“Thank you again, Chris,” she said as he was awkwardly gathering
his clothes about him.
“Oh no, the pleasure was all mine. And, you know, if you ever want to…”
She interrupted him, “Have a good day at work, Chris.”
He blushed and quickly let himself out of the office.
She was mortified at what she’d done, and even more at home much
she’d wanted it, needed it. Was she
going to be able to control her desires, or would the be her master (or mistress)?
Her thoughts were interrupted by a firm knock at her door. She was suddenly very aware of the smell of
sex wafting in the room.
Sharon’s head peeked in.
She laughed and let herself in.
“I saw Chris walking back to the elevator looking happier than he had
any right to. Shall I assume you were a
good girl for him?”
“Yes Mistress.”
“Well, let’s go find out together,” Sharon said with a smile.
“What do you mean, Mistress?”
“I’ll show you, pet.” She
moved to the large bookshelf on the side wall of Jackie’s office and gathered
up a video camera perched there. With a
deft touch she stopped the recording.
Jackie was too shocked to respond. All she could do was follow in a daze as Sharon led her from the
building, peripherally aware of the stared and dropped jaws that accompanied
the two ladies as they strolled through the halls.
She was led down the street, around a corner into an alley off the
main strip. Sharon knocked three times
at an unmarked black door and the two were ushered inside. The figures Jackie saw moving through the
narrow halls and dark shadows all seemed to be dressed in black, tight
clothing. They stepped into a side
room, containing little else that what looked like a dentists chair.
Sharon finally spoke, “Take off your skirt and top, pet, and get
in the chair.”
Jackie didn’t dare hesitate.
The strangeness was frightening and arousing her. When Sharon saw the dried cum on her breasts
she applauded. “Oh, what a good girl
you are, Jacquelyn, I’m so proud.”
Jackie was warmed with pleasure as she slid into the chair, the
leather cold but smooth on her bare flesh.
Her ankles were cuffed to stirrups and her arms were drawn over her and
her wrists cuffed to a ring behind her head.
Sharon started to speak, “Jacquelyn, I want you to understand that
you are now going to be marked, both for me and in a way to highlight the
changes in your body and nature. This
is going to happen now. I know you
might be scared, and also that it will hurt a bit, so I’m going to be right
here with you. For our entertainment,
we’re going to watch this little tape we made this morning. Do you understand?”
She was in shock, nervous and excited and aroused. “Yes Mistress,” was the only response she
could make, and she knew more words were not welcome.
The video screen lit up – it was the first time she noticed it
fixed to the wall facing her. There was
the flash of Mistress Sharon smiling into the lens before she let herself out
of the office. As she watched herself
squirm alone, another woman in a black latex catsuit entered the room and set
to work. While she watched herself
eagerly fucked by the young fit stud she felt Sharon holding her trapped hands
tightly through the pricking pain of the word “slut” being tattooed in script
above her hairless sex. She was
breathing deeply. She sometimes had to
move her head to watch herself sucking his cock and balls while the woman
efficiently and carefully pierced each of her nipples and left them marked with
sterling silver rings.
The tape ended in snow then darkness as Jackie was freed from the
chair. She got dressed carefully. Sharon hugged her tight and kissed her
warmly. “You were very brave, love, and
very sexy. You are a very good girl,
and I’m very proud of you. We’re going
to make you into a wonderful slave.”
As they walked back to work, hand in hand, smiling at the stares
they received, Jackie felt a warmth that mingled with the ache and new
sensations of her piercing and tattoos.
“God, “she thought silently, “and this is just Monday.”