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Reposting part 21 as requested in email
from Jerry
Corporate Backlash - The Corporation - Part Twenty-one
by Ms. Christine - http://www.mschristine.com
She parted her sex lips so that he could perform his task better.
She was lost in her world of pleasure and seemed totally
oblivious of the pain she was causing him.
Occasionly she would say things like "faster" or "deeper",
guiding him in the ways that gave her the most pleasure.
Just when he did not think he could stand the torment any longer,
she came. Paroxysyms of pleasure sweeping her whole body.
She pushed him away and when she had caught her breath, told him
to lie flat on his back, face up.
He begged for her to remove the spiked sheath, and she just
laughed. Saying "It's there to make sure you behave yourself."
Then she raised herself from the sun bed, stood astride his head
and sat down on his face. He was completely engulfed in her sex,
the smell of her juices drove him wild with desire for her, and
the spikes reminded him constantly that he could not have her.
She started to move rhythmically over his lips, in a way that
demanded more pleasure from his tongue. He gave it, willingly or
unwillingly he was no longer sure. Her breathing became faster as
she approached her second climax, until eventually she sank onto
his face, and relaxed her full weight. His whole world now
consisted of her femininity and the pain of his erection.
When she raised herself up, the glare of the late evening sun
made him squint.
"Get up, you lazy prick!"
Alice was standing over him, tapping her foot with impatience.
She was no longer naked. She had wrapped her towel around her
and was clearly getting impatient with him.
He struggled to his feet, hung his head and said,
"Please take this thing off now. Please Madam".
"It's your own fault, you know. If you controlled yourself it
wouldn't hurt a bit."
He was about to ask how on earth any man was supposed to control
himself after what she had made him do, when he realised she had
pushed him. He landed in the cold water of the swimming pool.
"That should help it shrivel up again", she said, "When it has,
tell me and I will let you get out."
She turned, went back to her sunbed and lay there watching him,
as the cold water started to take effect, but it was fully twenty
minutes before he felt it was safe to ask if he may get out.
When he did, Alice made it quite clear that she was not going to
give him her towel to dry off with, so he had to stand there
until she was satisfied he would not drip all over the place when
she took him back indoors. He was thankful it was summer. He was
thankful for small mercies. He was no longer 'king'.
Alice left him standing in the corner of the dining room, facing
the wall, and left the two dobermans to guard him. He could hear
their panting and the occasional growl as he shifted his weight.
He never thought he would be grateful to hear Lisa's voice, as
she approached the dining room, but he was. He must have been
standing there for more than an hour.
When she entered, the dogs rose to greet her.
"Good boys!", she said, and then to Alice, "take them back
outside now please."
Lisa totally ignored Jack, as she settled herself at the head of
the dining table, in preparation for her meal. Alice returned and
took her place at table. Jack was expecting to be told to sit
down next, although he was hardly dressed for the occasion! But
when Lisa eventually addressed him it was to order him to kneel
by her side.
He obeyed. He would have done anything at that precise moment for
some food.
Lisa rang her little bell, and dinner was served. Jack could
smell the meat. Steak! He realised he was dribbling, and quickly
wiped his mouth with his hand.
"If you are going to behave like an animal, I shall have to treat
you like one.", Lisa said, and with that she produced a large
leather collar from her pocket and fastened it around his neck.
"I shall personally supervise your training tomorrow, but for
now, this should get you in the right frame of mind!" And so
saying she threw a T-Bone steak up into the air"
"Catch! Rover!...........Oh you missed! Never mind!"
Alice clapped her hands together in pure joy and Lisa smiled at
her. Jack scrabbled for the piece of meat. He did not care
anymore. He had no pride left. He picked it up and just sat there
on his haunches, chewing ravenously at the meat.
'Tomorrow', Lisa thought, 'he will learn to bark as well!'
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