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By Rockmundo


There has been this girl I have know for several years that I have often
fantasized about.

Recently she came to work with me. Since the time we got to know each other
there has always been some flirting going. I suspected, but really wasn't
sure that she was attracted to me as much as I was her.

Recently, something changed.

While working one day, we got into a conversation and admitted that
basically we had the hots for each other.

The conversation was very exciting. We kissed that day. But nothing else
was done. I think she had as difficult time leaving that day as I did
letting her go.

Since then I have had this reoccurring dream about her. She is a very
attractive and incredibly sexy lady. I have always had fantasies of being
the slave to such a woman, and her strong personality along with her looks
has made her an object of my fantasies.

The other night I was laying in bed, imagining her. She had walked into my
office and shut the door. She has this way of smiling at you that can be
intimidating and sexy at the same time. She was smiling at me that way. I
said "What" what do you want.

She told me she wanted me to get on my knees and thank her for all the work
she had been doing for me. I just smiled, I wasn't sure if she was serious.

Then she said, "Look you and I know you will do what ever I tell you, this
is your chance to prove it"

I hesitated, then she said "Look, you can either get on your knees now, or
forget about ever having the chance to be my slave again, and you and I
both know you don't want that to happen" Well she was right about that.

So I got on my knees, I looked up at her and started telling her how much I
appreciated her hard work.

She had that smile again. I put my arms around her and held my head tight
against her.  I began kissing her admitting I wanted to be her slave.  She
made me repeat myself just for her amusement.  Then she asked me what I
would be willing to do as her slave. I was unsure how to answer that. I was
not thinking or talking real well at this point. She then said " Well I
intend to find out what you will do" With that she sat at the chair at my
desk and told me to strip. I hesitated at first, but when I saw her
expression I knew she meant now. I began taking my clothes off. Then she
told me to stop. She got up and turned on my stereo. Then she told me to
put on a good show for her. 

Normally I am a pretty confident person, but being forced to do a strip
tease in my own office while my assistant sat there behind my desk made me
feel, embarrassed and humiliated. As much as I had fantasized about such a
moment, it still was uncomfortable for me. But she was taking pleasure in
my discomfort.


She looked satisfied for a few beats of the music with what he was doing,
then she noticed he was starting to blush and look down.  "No" she said. 
"I want you to put on a show.  I want you to do for me what you want all
the strippers you go see to do for you."  At this point, he really started
to do a bump and grind, more confident as he went.  Just as soon as he
started to get really comfortable with the situation, she changed it all
again.  She changed the music to something quiet and romantic in mid-pelvic
thrust.  He looked at her a little confused because he was pretty sure he
had finally been doing something to please her.  

She picked up the wooden ruler laying on the desk.  She walked around him
while he stood in the middle of the room, naked and vulnerable, sizing him
up, slapping her hand all the while with the ruler.  This made him even
more confused.  He was so sure she was at least pleased with the dance, but
not by the look on her face.  

"Turn around" she demanded.  He started to tell her no, but realized that
it wouldn't do any good.  The ruler slapping on her palm while his ass was
to her made him extremely uncomfortable in two different ways.  He was
afraid she would use it, and afraid she wouldn't.  He tried to look over
his shoulder to see what she was doing.  "No!" she demanded in a low voice.
 His eyes snapped front and center, then he realized he could see her
reflection in the window.  She was looking him over in a way that he just
couldn't seem to analyze.  Once again, the mixed emotions surfaced.  After
what seemed to be an eternity, he felt the ruler. He wasn't prepared at
all, because he hadn't even seen her make a move in the glass.  He felt the
ruler slide slowly, gently up the crack of his ass.  He immediately tensed,
expecting a hard slap.  Instead, the ruler caressed slowly up and down,
rubbing against his asshole, tickling his cheeks, until he relaxed and
closed his eyes to more fully enjoy the sensations..  That's when she
struck, slapping him hard across the cheeks of his ass, making him jump,
and making his dick get harder than he ever thought possible.  She reached
around the front of him, barely flicking his erection with her hand,
seeming to check the hardness to see if it was to her satisfaction.

She picked his tie up off the floor.   She began running it thru her hand,
staring at him as if she couldn't quite decide what to do with it.  He kept
watching her reflection in the glass, trying to guess her next action.  She
pulled his hands behind him and tied them securely there.  "Now, undress
me."  He turned around with a confused look on his face, trying to decide
if she was serious.  His hands were tied!  "Yes," she said, "with your
teeth. "  This was becoming one of the most demeaning, exciting experiences
of his life.  The emotions that crossed his face seemed to excite her, too.
 Finally, he walked to where she stood in the middle of his office.  He
started working at the buttons on her shirt with his teeth.  When he got to
the middle buttons, he pushed at the blouse with his face, reaching her
breasts.  Her nipples were erect thru her bra, and he flicked at them with
his tongue.  "No," she said.  He continued on down with the rest of the
buttons, suprised that he could actually do this.  She shrugged her shirt
off when he got to the bottom button.  "Now the skirt."  He started on the
buttons down the front of her skirt.  When he got to the third or fourth b
utton, her skirt fell down around her ankles.  She was standing there in
her bra, underwear, garter belt, hose and heels.  He looked at her body
with more lust and appreciation than any other time in his life because of
the situation.  She stood there, watching him on his knees, getting wetter
because of his erection.  "Do you want me?"  she asked.  All he could do is
nod, he seemed to have lost his voice.  "Lick my stomach."  He started
licking her, running his tongue all around her belly button, inside it,
around the edge of her garter belt.  "Now my tits" she demanded.  He had to
rise to a crouch to do this, trying not to fall with his hands still tied
behind his back.  She seemed to get even more turned on by this.  He ran
his tongue beneath her bra, trying to reach her nipples.  She enjoyed his
efforts, enjoyed the way he was trying so hard to please, enjoyed the way
she finally had control of this man that actually had control of her.  

"Sit in the chair."  He snapped his head up, snapping out of his
lust-induced daze  She kept changing the situation on him.  As soon as he
got comfortable with one thing, she made him do another.  He backed up into
the chair, sitting down hard because he couldn't use his hands to balance
himself.  She got on top of him in the chair.  He tried to kiss her, but
she pulled back.  "Not until I tell you.  Right now, I want you to suck my
nipples ."  She pulled her breasts out of her bra, holding them up for him
to suck.  He started tentatively, barely touching them.  "No, run your
tongue around them, suck on them as if your life depended on it.  Your ego
certainly does."  He decided to get bold about it.  He ran his tongue
around the nipples, then took them into his mouth, sucking the hard nipples
into his mouth roughly.  She moaned, then made him do the same to the
other.  She rubbed her pussy against his chest while he was sucking on her
nipples.  Finally, he had found something that pleased her, that she didn't
seem to want to stop.  He could feel her wetness through her thin panties
as she rubbed herself against him.  

She pulled back suddenly.  She didn't want to come this soon, she wanted to
make him work.  She also didn't want him to know how close she was.  She
covered her response to him by giving him a stern look and saying, "Is that
the best you can do?"  Once again, confusion set in for him, he was so sure
she was enjoying it.  She put her knees on the arm of the chair, bringing
her pussy face-level with him.  "Now, let's see if you can do it right with
this."


With that she grabbed his head and forced it to her panty covered pussy.
She told him not to move! Her aroma was great, he could tell how hot she
was. She began humping his face, chin and mouth. He was remaining still.
His face was wet from her juices through her panties

She was using his face to get her self off on. As much as he wanted to open
his mouth, to just slide his tongue over that pussy he was obeying her. He
had already learned how hard she could spank. As much of a turn on as it
was getting a spanking, he wasn't ready for another one.

She knew he was struggling to remain still. She asked him what was wrong,
what do you want she said. He replied by saying "Take your panties off
please" Oh he wanted to taste her so bad. She got up off of him. She looked
behind his door where he sometimes kept his neck ties. She found one and
made a blindfold out of it. Now he was blindfolded and had his hands tied
together.


At this point she took off her panties, she bean teasing him by rubbing the
soft wet panties around his dick, then up to his face. He wanted to smell
her sent, but was to embarrassed to admit it. When she brought her panties
to his face, she told him to sniff them, she made him admit he loved her
smell. She began rubbing his dick as he enjoyed her aroma. He could feel
her playing with herself as she rubbed him.

Then she brought her finger to his mouth, rubbing her juices on his lips,
face and nose, watching him struggle to lick it off. Amused by how hot and
horny he was for her juices she began playing with herself more, continuing
to rub her juices on his face.  She also noticed he was leaking a lot of
pre cum.  She took her fingers and rubbed the precum on to her finger. Then
just like her own juices, she rubbed his own on his face.  She started
teasing him about being her slave, calling him things like pussy slave.
Then she began feeding him her juices, as well as his own. She made him ask
for more of his own pre cum, and admit to her he liked it.  He refused to
say that he liked it.

With that she grabbed him, rolled him on to his stomach and began spanking
him, harder then before Telling him, if she told him he liked it, then he
did. He was her property and did what she told him. The spankings were
hard. But as hard as they were, he got harder with each one.

Finally he began saying he liked the taste of his pre cum, and that he
wanted more. She was amused. Here was this man, so tough on the outside, so
strong and confident, yet he was hopeless to her. Completely at her mercy. 


That all for now...





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