Message-ID: <16638eli$9810162151@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/16638.txt> From: np98rb@mail.telepac.pt (Christine & David Stevenson) Subject: Corporate Backlash - The Corporation - Part Twenty Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <36261cc7.895145@news.telepac.pt> Corporate Backlash - The Corporation - Part Twenty by Ms. Christine - http://www.mschristine.com "The pool is clean Madam. May I ask you a question?" "You can ask", she said, "but I may not answer you." "I was wondering where Mr St Claire is?" "Oh, Martin never comes out here at the weekend. He leaves all the entertaining to Lisa. Now for task number two." Jack's hopes soared. Maybe his boss had no idea what was going on here. Maybe he could enlighten him a little on Monday morning. If he survived that long. St Claire was a man, he would understand a little office hanky-panky. "Fifty press-ups!", Alice ordered interrupting his reverie. "You look a little out of shape." She stared pointedly at his waistline. She reached under her lounger, grabbed the whip and started running it lovingly through her fingers. Jack got the message, and immediately fell to the ground. He could not remember when he had last done any press-ups and it was not long before he was struggling to raise the weight of his body. "Ten? That's all you can manage?" sneered Alice, as he finally collapsed with the effort. "I'm sorry, Madam," he gasped. "Well let's see if you can manage 20 laps around the pool, shall we? Go on, pick those feet up. Let's see you put some effort into it." One glance at the whip, and he was off. Alice got up, strolled to the edge of the pool, and dived in. Every so often she would swim to the side and shout at him to try harder. Then she would float lazily away until the next time she detected he was flagging. When he had finished and was standing panting by the side of her sun bed, Alice hauled herself out of the water and grabbed her towel. A small leather sheath fell out. "Oh!" she laughed, "I almost forgot, this is for you. Come here." Alice grabbed his prick and put the sheath on it and then proceeded to tie the laces tight. For the first time in nearly twenty four hours he was flaccid, and he was very grateful for that, as he realised the inside of the sheath had rather nasty sharp spikes. He also suspected that the whole exercise routine had been designed to achieve just that. Well, it had worked. Now the trick was to keep it that way, but with Alice around it was not going to be easy! She removed her wet swimsuit and settled herself back onto her lounger, her curvaceous body glinting in the late afternoon sun. Jack looked away, as he felt the first stirrings in his loins. The spikes began to gently bite, as he tried, desperately to think of anything that would stop the process. He became gripped in a mild panic. "Please take this thing off, Madam." She ignored his request, and instead said, "Task number four, tongue exercise! Kneel down and pleasure me!" She parted her legs and began to run her fingers gently up and down her slit. Jack's attempts to try and stop the spikes were now failing utterly, and what was worse, he knew she was tormenting him deliberately. "Come on!" she sounded impatient, "Maybe this time I can have some pleasure, without you spurting all over the place!" The remark bit home. His office seemed like another life time away. He considered begging her, but realised the consequences might be dire if she did not get what she wanted. The sweet, curvy, giggly, sexy Alice had a darker side to her nature that he was not sure he wanted to experience. He knelt down and leaned over her legs so that he could get in position. He could smell her arousal, as his tongue came in contact with her labia, and then worked its way into her vagina. He licked feverishly, as the spikes gripped even harder, and his pain increased. Also published as text simultaneously on...... ------------------------------------------------------ The DOMestic mailing list is free of charge. Subscribe in subject line:- DOMestic@Ms-Christine.com Moderated by David & Christine Stevenson. Subscribe online at http://www.mschristine.com/domestic.html ------------------------------------------------------ The Fem Dom Training Software. Runs on all computers (Macs too!) 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