New Office Slave Part 3. BDSM, FF, FemDom, Exhib, Humiliation, Watersports

By David Lavenham

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Kate’s year as office slave was drawing to a close. She had enjoyed living out her fantasy of being an office whore, submitting to the desires of anyone who worked with her. It had not been easy, but she looked back on it with a sense of satisfaction, knowing she had done her job well. Now the end of the year was in sight she began to dream about the $1million in cash she would collect if she lasted the year. But Kate knew the last few monts would not be easy, she would be tested to the extreem and the first of those tests will happen today, Haloween.

I almost jumped out of my skin. She was leaning against the closed door, staring at me.

'I ..... er .... I .... er'

It was not just the shock of her being there that caused me to stumble. I was overwhelmed by her appearance.

She was stunning. She had long blond hair held up in a pony tail, deep blue eyes and a figure to die for. About 5 11 tall she was dressed a black latex bra, latex hot pants and thigh length stiletto boots. She had a riding crop in her hand.

‘Get out!’ she shouted at the toad, kicking him as he ran out of the door.

'Come here!’ she ordered.

I did as she said, standing to attention in front of her, never questioning her authority.

She circled me a couple of times, looking me up and down as she walked.

Then standing in front of me she reached out and touched my pussy, feeling the rings, and sending a shock wave of pleasure through me. She stroked the tattoo of the lizard. 'Good work' she muttered, before running her hand up to my nipple and taking hold of one of the rings in her gloved hand.

Gently she pulled me towards her, until her face was only inched from mine. 'This is going to be fun', she smiled.

Suddenly she twisted the ring in my nipple making me scream with pain. As I blinked back the tears I could see her laughing.

She grabbed my hair and pulled me towards the frame on the wall, tapping my ankles with the crop she positioned

my feet about 3 feet apart before locking me to the frame with padded shackles around my ankles. She then lifted my arms so they were above my head, locking them in more padded shackles. She stepped back to admire her work.

I was locked in a ‘star' position on the wooden frame. She smiled a beautiful, but cold smile. Half of me was frightened at what she would do, the other half was turned on by her presence.

She walked towards me again. Grabbing a fist full of my hair she pulled my face to hers. Only inches away her blue eyes felt like they were lasers burning into my brain. She pulled my face to her and kissed me passionately, her tongue weaving its way into my mouth. We kissed for what felt like hours, our tongues entwined, my pussy aching for her, before she suddenly pulled away.

I was still reeling from the passionate kiss as she selected a gag from the array of gadgets on the wall opposite. 'We don’t want to wake the neighbours!' she said, smiling as she pushed the rubber ball into my mouth and fixed the bridle over my head. 'Do you want to fuck me?' she asked, laughing at my vigorous nodding.

She ran the tip of the riding crop down my cheek, over my neck and towards my tits. She traced a circle around my nipples before drawing the leather crop down my body until it came to rest between my legs. Gently she rubbed the leather strap against my pussy.

Drawing it away she inspected the moist end, sticky with my pussy juice. 'Horny little bitch', she muttered as she slowly licked wet tip of the crop, 'Now lets have some fun!’

She moved close again and stared right into my eyes. 'I am going to show you the pleasure of pain. Are you ready to submit?' I nodded slowly as she put her hand between my legs and touched my pussy gently.

'Good', she said, grabbing one of the rings and pulling gently until I winced in pain, 'Then I will begin'.

She picked up a roll of leather tied with a piece of ribbon. She slowly untied the bow in front of my eyes and then let the roll fall open. It contained a neat row of long thin acupuncture needles.

Slowly she withdrew one and held it up to my face.

She smiled. I must have looked terrified. I had not recovered from the effect of the piercing and the thought of more needles scared me shitless. But at the same time I could feel my pussy tingle with anticipation.

Gently she took hold of a pinch of skin next to my nipple and ran the needle across it. I started goggle eyed as she gently pressed the tip against my skin.

There was a sharp pricking sensation that made my eyes water as the tip of the needle slipped gently into my body. I was horrified but could not stop watching as it passed through the skin she held. A slight bulge appeared as it pushed its way against the other side of the skin she held then another sharp pricking sensation as it finally exited at the side, a little drop of blood forming as it did.

'Hmm, she said, touching the blood with her gloved finger, transferring the little crimson drop onto her tongue, leaving it there for a few seconds before drawing it into her mouth, savouring the taste.

I almost fainted with the emotions I felt. The needle hurt, but not so much as to be unbearable, but this woman was driving me wild. I wanted to break free and fuck her and be fucked by her. I felt that even the faintest touch of my pussy would make me cum, but I knew she would not deliver me relief that quickly.

She took out another needle and inserted it through my other breast. Again the pain was accompanied by an increase in desire. She continued until I had four needles in each breast and could hardly support my weight in my legs, I was just hanging by my arms.

'You are making me hot, bitch', she said, pulling the dildo stool over so that it was just a few feet in front of me.

She unzipped her hot pants and, with her back to me, slid them down over her boots. As he bent down I had a great view of her perfect ass, swollen pussy visible between her cheeks.

She turned to face me, standing with her legs slightly apart. I was staring straight at her pussy. She was clean shaven and had the exact same lizard tattoo starting just above her slit.

'Bet you would like to lick me?’

I nodded vigorously.

'Tough shit!' she laughed and began to stroke her pussy.

She moved behind the stool and took the phallus in her hands. It was a huge black dildo moulded into the seat. She spat on its tip and used her fingers to moisten the first inch or so. Then she climbed onto the stool and squatted over the plastic cock.

'Bet you would like some of this!'

She started straight at me as she opened her pussy with one gloved hand and slowly sank onto the dildo. I was transfixed, watching the tip of the dildo stretch her pussy open before disappearing inside her body. Slowly she sank onto the stool, the dildo filling her as she sat. She put her feet on the bars at the side of the stool and began to ride the dildo, staring at me staring at her as she did. Gradually she increased the rhythm, massaging her clit as he rammed down on the dildo. Then she tensed, finally closing her eyes as she reached orgasm.

She sat there silent with her eyes closed for a few minutes.

I was left writhing against the frame, trying to get some contact with my pussy, even the gentlest nudge would have made me cum, but I was unable to fulfil my desire.

She was staring at me again. Slowly she lifted herself off the stool and walked towards me, her pussy still gaping from the effect of the huge dildo.

Without saying a word she released my hands and feet and let me fall to the floor. I was lying on my side until she placed her booted foot on my hip and gently pushed me onto my back.

I could have moved, but I did not. She was hurting me, and I knew there was more to come, but I wanted it, I wanted her.

I watched as she lit the candle. I knew what was coming and closed my eyes in anticipation of the first scalding drop of wax. It hit me just below my left breast, causing me to gasp in pain. Then in rapid succession she traced a line between my tits and down to my new tattoo with the hot wax.

Then she stopped and I felt her hand on my thigh, pushing my legs apart. I could feel the warmth of the candle on my inner thighs before I felt it touch my pussy. With the candle still lit she slowly pushed it into my sopping hole, moving the flame closer and closer to my pussy until I could feel the heat on my clit.

When I finally dared open my eyes she had her head between my legs. The candle was embedded into me with just the last inch protruding , the flame moving closer and closer to my pussy. She smiled at me as I watched the flame work its way along the candle, the hot wax dripping to the floor and splashing my legs.

The flame burnt closer and closer to my pussy. I could feel the heat growing, as it came ever closer. The pain became more intense as the flame was only a few millimetres from burning my clit. I began to sob as the pain became too much to bear.

Then, just when I thought I could take no more she opened her mouth and enveloped the burning candle and my pussy with her red lips. The flame extinguished in her mouth and, pushing the end of the candle further into me with her tongue she licked my clit. Within seconds I began to cum, wave after wave of orgasm rushing through me at her touch. The needles through my breasts stung as my body arched, but I could not stop, the relief after the pain was mind blowing.

Finally she moved away, her smiling lips wet with my juice.

Gently she removed the candle, then the needles, finally taking the gag off my mouth, kissing me passionately, allowing me to taste myself on her.

At last she spoke.

'Kneel!’ she instructed. I tried to move but felt too weak.

'Kneel, bitch!' she shouted, pulling me up by the hair.

How could she be so tender one minute and so rough the next? Was this what control was all about.

I knelt before her, my head level with her pussy, so close I could feel the warmth from it and almost taste her scent.

The hot stream caught me by surprise. I tried to move away but she had hold of my hair. It was a few seconds before I realised she had pissed on me. I looked up at her face, she was laughing.

'Do you like piss?' she asked.

I just stayed motionless.

She held my hair with one hand and used the other to hold open the top of her pussy.

As I watched she diverted another spurt of piss over my tits, stinging a little where it touched the needle wounds.

A stream of hot piss trickled over my pussy, making me shiver. I slid my hand over my pussy and began to massage her piss.

'Open your mouth!' she ordered.

Instinctively I obeyed, and was rewarded with a stream of pee in my mouth. It was a pungent taste, musty with a bitter aftertaste. I should have been disgusted, but the taste of her hot urine turned me on. She pulled my head back and began to let out a constant stream of hot yellow pee. I let it play into my mouth and spill over my chin. The stream ran down between my breasts and over my hand as I frantically rubbed my pussy and clit.

Within seconds I came again, screaming with joy as the intense orgasm ripped through me. She was still pissing over me and I swallowed down some of her hot pee as the convulsions of the orgasm ripped through my body.

Finally, as the last spurts of piss splashed over my face she let go of my hair, leaving me to collapse in a heap in the puddle of piss that had formed.

I'm not sure how long I lay there exhausted , it may have been minutes but could have been hours. Through the haze of mental and physical exhaustion I remember her stroking my hair gently, before leaving she lowered her head to my ear and said, ‘Join us, don’t say no’, before standing and walking out through the door.